This Lying Bitch I Love Him So MUCH

This lying bitch🥺💕 I love him so MUCH

I love my pathological liar ❤️

Aw my poor babies I’m pretty sure if Sukuna feels this deep need to claim and be with Yuuji at all time Yuuji most likely feels it too.

So Yuuji telling him I love you melted my heart. Sukuna is truly battling with this internal conflict, his plan is backfiring on him and he knows it and he’s upset that he isn’t upset about it.

Also I feel like this was playing the whole time Sukuna was looking out the window💕

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 08)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

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Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 08

Your love is scaring me. No one has ever cared for me as much as you do (Scary Love by The Neighbourhood)

"Am I still a good boyfriend, Sukuna?"

Big golden eyes gaze sheepishly at him. The question catches Sukuna by surprise.

"What do you mean, sweetheart?"

A moment ago, they were busy watching a movie while sharing the occasional kiss. But now the brat is squirming uncomfortably on the couch next to Sukuna. A light blush is staining his cheeks when he explains,

"I probably changed a lot because of the memory loss. And I... I just want to know if I still make you happy. Am I still what you want?"

Sukuna frowns. Where is that coming from?

"Of course you make me happy."

You are the perfect stupid little pet that I hoped you'd be.

But the boy is worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"I just feel so weird. I mean, we live together and everything. I'm pretty sure we already had lots of sex. And I really like what we do, but... but I always feel like... I feel like a virgin. I have no idea what I'm doing when I touch you. I can't remember. I'm sorry if this isn't what you're used to from me, baby. But I'll learn it again. You can teach me again, right? Please teach me how to touch you in every way you need."

Sukuna's breath catches for a moment. He is sure the brat has no idea what his words are doing to Sukuna. How desire pulses through him, making his veins tingle. How his pants feel too tight all of a sudden. How his fingers want to touch so fiercely that they leave bruises. How his teeth want to mark the brat up for days to last.

Itadori has such an enticing innocence about him. It makes Sukuna's head spin. The way the boy gives himself to him, bearing his all to Sukuna.

The brat's cheeks are glowing deep red now, but he sounds indignant, unashamedly spitting out all those words in his eagerness to be a good boyfriend.

"I promise I can become him again!"

His hands are balled into fists, and his eyes burn with a hard conviction, just like the old Itadori before the memory loss. He is cute like this.

A smile spreads over Sukuna's face, and he reaches out to put a long finger under the boy's chin and tilt his head up.

"Oh, sweetheart. You are perfect the way you are."

My sweet little pet. Just as broken and obedient as I like it.

He silences the brat's complaints with his mouth, claiming his lips with a searing kiss.

Sukuna always knew the brat would look cute on his knees. And he was right.

The best thing about it is that Sukuna didn't even have to force him to do it. Itadori is willingly kneeling on the living room floor, between Sukuna's spread thighs, mouth stuffed full of Sukuna's cock, making unashamed loud slurping noises and soft moans, so eager to please, so turned on by having his boyfriend's cock in his mouth.

He asked, or rather begged, Sukuna to please let him blow him. To teach him how it works again since he cannot remember.

He's such a good pet. And Sukuna treats him accordingly. Running a hand through his hair, petting him, cooing at him, praising him for being so obedient.

"My good boy. So sweet for me. Look at me."

The boy's eyelashes flutter, and he looks up at Sukuna while his sweet mouth is still wrapped around Sukuna's thick length. Big golden eyes meet Sukuna's gaze. They glow so prettily, like liquid gold filled with desire and devotion. All for him. All for Sukuna.

His cock twitches in the boy's mouth. Long fingers tangle in soft pink hair, and a low groan falls from Sukuna's lips. He never was one to deny himself pleasure, always taking what he wanted. But this here is the most delicious thing. To have the brat willingly on his knees for him, so happy that he is allowed to suck Sukuna's cock.

His inexperience is showing, of course. His rhythm is a bit off, and he doesn't know how hard to suck at first. But Sukuna teaches him, guiding him up and down on his cock, and soon he can't help but groan and fuck into the boy's mouth, reveling in how good it feels.

One of the things Sukuna always appreciated about his former vessel is that he is a fast learner.

Itadori sucks and slurps happily on Sukuna's cock, looking into his eyes while he does so, ignoring the tears that gather there and instead taking Sukuna even deeper.

When Sukuna cums, Itadori moans loudly and eagerly swallows all his warm seed.

Sukuna smiles at him afterward, wiping the corner of the brat's lips where a small trail of Sukuna's cum trickles down his chin. He looks so pretty like this. Sukuna catches the cum with his thumb and pushes it into the brat's mouth, laughing softly when the boy instantly begins to suck again.

"Yes, eat it all up, darling. You're such a sweet thing."

He can see the way the boy basks in Sukuna's praise. So happy that he could please his boyfriend.

Itadori sighs happily and nuzzles his cheek against Sukuna's inner thigh. His smile grows even brighter, and his golden eyes gaze deeply into Sukuna's, filled with nothing but affection and adoration.

"I love you, Kuna."

The world stops spinning for a moment.

Everything fades away. Everything except those big golden eyes that look up at Sukuna with so much love.

Sukuna's fingers in the boy's hair tighten. The fake smile on his face freezes, making his cheeks feel uncomfortably tense.

He thought he would be ecstatic upon hearing these words coming out of the brat's mouth. He thought it would be the ultimate victory to make his loathed former vessel fall for him. To take the brat's heart and soul hostage. To have Itadori Yuuji completely at his mercy.

But strangely, Sukuna doesn't feel any joy. The only thing he feels is rage.

It doesn't make sense, but he's angry at the brat! How can Itadori be so stupid? So naive? Doesn't the foolish boy know that love is a dangerous thing? How can he be so trusting and give his love to a monster like Sukuna? How can he serve his precious little heart on a silver platter and give Sukuna the best weapon to destroy him?

Sukuna lets out a slow breath, trying to collect his thoughts again. He doesn't know why he feels such apprehension all of a sudden. This is what he wanted! This is what he planned!

The corners of his lips twitch, and he forces himself to loosen the tight hold on the boy's hair and instead pets it gently.

He can do this. He knows what's expected of him. He knows what to say to bind the brat even more to him.

And so, he smiles at the brat, all charming and sweet, and for the first time in his long life, Sukuna says those cursed words that he never thought would leave his lips,

"I love you too."

It's almost like he can taste the ancient magic those words hold, even though they are just a lie. But they work their magic on the brat regardless.

A happy giggle falls from Itadori's lips, and a second later, he climbs into Sukuna's lap, straddling him and hugging him tightly, all flushed and giddy before his lips press against Sukuna's in a passionate kiss.

Fool.

Another day, another movie night with Itadori all up in Sukuna's space.

He is a cuddly little pet. The moment they sit down on the couch, he is already seeking Sukuna's touch. It's gotten even worse during the last few days after the love confession.

At first, the brat just leans against Sukuna's side and rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder. But soon, a hand is placed on Sukuna's chest, and this hand wanders down to caress Sukuna's abs first through his shirt and then more intimately when that hand slips under the thin shirt.

Sukuna smirks. The brat is such a shameless little slut around him. It fills him with the utmost glee to see this inexperienced little virgin so starved for Sukuna's touch and knowing that the brat never touched anyone else like this.

This is how it was always meant to be. The brat was made for him, after all. It's only right that Sukuna is the only one who is allowed to be that intimate with him.

Itadori Yuuji belongs to him alone. Sukuna already claimed what's rightfully his. He already lived inside that body, walked in that skin, wore that face, held that heart in his hand, heard those thoughts, and felt that soul's red and golden warmth. He already claimed the brat in more ways than anyone else ever could.

And yet, he wants more.

He wants to take Itadori in another way. In the most primal way. He wants to throw him down and fuck him and fill him with his seed, claim him completely.

The brat's hand is slipping into Sukuna's pants now, massaging his hardening cock slowly while his strong warm body snuggles against Sukuna, and hot wet kisses get trailed up and down Sukuna's neck.

Something about it makes Sukuna's blood sing. He cannot wait any longer.

"Come here, baby."

He pulls Itadori onto his lap. His hands sprawl over the boy's firm ass possessively, kneading it roughly through his sweatpants, smirking when he hears the needy moan falling from the brat's lips.

Sukuna makes sure to position the boy right where he wants him, so he can feel Sukuna's hardness rub against his ass, letting him know how things could be. How things will be.

The boy whines loudly, his face flushed and his eyes brimming with desire.

Sukuna chuckles softly, watching the brat with a gleeful expression. He can't help but tease him.

"What do you want, darling? I didn't catch it."

"I want... I want more! Please!"

Sukuna raises an eyebrow,

"More?"

He's basking in the power he has over the stupid brat. How sweet this is! To hear Itadori beg him for more. It's almost addictive.

"Yes, please. I want to be even closer to you... I want you inside me. Please..."

His words sound needy, and his fingers twist desperately in the front of Sukuna's shirt.

Sukuna's cock throbs, making his pants sticky with his pre-cum. This is what he wanted when he started this stupid little game! The brat is all hot and bothered for him, practically begging him to fuck him.

It's perfect. Sukuna smirks up at the brat. Yes, he will claim the boy tonight. He will be inside him again, will fill him again.

They make it to the bedroom in a tangle of limbs, their lips locked, never stopping the hungry, sloppy kisses, their tongues licking at each other, mixing their spit obscenely. Strong hands tug and tear at each other's clothes.

Sukuna pushes the brat onto the bed, grinning broadly as he looks down at the horny boy, half-naked and so hard for him, golden eyes clouded by lust, kiss-swollen lips whimpering the sweetest little pleas, begging Sukuna to take him, to make him his. To ruin him.

Sukuna wants to commit this moment to memory. It's just one of his many victories, but this one holds a special sweetness.

He joins the brat on the bed, and they are back to hungry kisses and demanding touches, undressing each other hurriedly, gasping when their freed hard cocks rub hotly against each other.

The brat chuckles suddenly, big golden eyes blinking up at Sukuna, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I know we did this before, but I can't remember... and I am so nervous somehow. I don't know what to do. It feels like my first time."

Sukuna almost laughs out loud. The brat is so pathetic. So trusting, so stupid. Beautiful.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you."

I'll make sure to enjoy this thoroughly, knowing that I will take everything from you.

The brat smiles at him with that stupid love-drunk expression, eyes glazed over from horniness but a sweet, dopey smile on his face, full of affection and trust.

"I know... just like you always do. I love you so much, baby."

He is lying on his back, naked, all spread out for Sukuna, giving himself to Sukuna completely.

Sukuna takes a moment to savor his victory and appreciate the sight before him. The brat's beautiful, smooth, tan skin, the firm muscles, and the pretty cock standing hard and tall, oozing pearls of pre-cum for him.

Sukuna's chest feels full and warm. The brat is his to take. His to do with whatever he wants.

He crawls between the brat's thighs, pushing them further apart and gazing down at him with hungry eyes. The feral part of him wants to just take the brat by force, ram his cock into that tight little hole unprepared, and make the brat scream, use him like the little toy he is.

A low growl vibrates in the back of Sukuna's throat.

But he has to take it slow. He has to stay in his role as the loving boyfriend. 

And so he hastily prepares the brat, fingering him open, telling him to be a good boy and spread his legs. And, of course, the naive brat does anything Sukuna asks of him. Blushing deeply but spreading those muscular thighs shamelessly.

Sukuna's own breathing is loud in his ears as he leans over the boy and fucks him open with two fingers, watching him squirm and moan and push eagerly onto Sukuna's hand.

The boy is pathetic, a blushing horny mess that grabs at Sukuna's arms to pull him closer but has no clue what to do with all the needy desire he feels.

It stirs the dark lust in Sukuna even more. He pats the brat's hands away and captures them, fixing his wrists on the pillow above his head with one hand as Sukuna presses him down and smirks at him.

His cockhead is teasing the brat's hole, brushing slightly against his heat, not pushing in yet, but just playing with him, making him even more desperate.

He grabs Itadori's chin with his free hand, pushing his thumb between the brat's lips and prying them open.

Sukuna's blood feels on fire as he lets a thick thread of spit drool into the brat's open mouth, claiming him, marking him, and making him take everything Sukuna chooses to give him.

He watches hungrily as Itadori's eyes cloud over with lust, and a loud, needy moan falls from his mouth as he swallows Sukuna's spit obediently.

The boy is so endearing in his inexperience and eagerness to please. It makes Sukuna's cock throb almost painfully.

You want to be mine so bad, huh, brat?

Golden eyes look up at Sukuna with a pleading look, and Itadori opens his kiss-swollen and spit-covered lips to breathe a whiny,

"Please fuck me, Kuna."

And something in Sukuna's brain snaps.

He pushes into the brat with a violent thrust that makes the brat cry out in pain. Finally claiming him completely, burying his whole length deep inside the brat's tight ass.

Sukuna groans in pleasure, triumph filling his senses akin to the feeling of walking over a battlefield after a victorious battle.

Mine. You're mine.

He tightens his hold on the brat's wrists, pushing him down with his full weight, not giving him any time to adjust to the feeling of being filled, but rutting his hips in a punishing pace, fucking him deep and hard. So overcome with desire that he becomes careless. He wants to hear more of the cries of pain! He wants to ruin the brat! Wants to make him bleed and scream and bruise him for days!

But instead, another sound carries to his ears. The brat moans in delight. And his strong legs wrap around Sukuna's waist as if wanting to pull him even closer.

"Ah! Feels so good, Kuna!"

Something doesn't make sense. Why is the brat moaning in pleasure and pulling him closer?

A second later, Sukuna becomes aware of the familiar tingling sensation of his reverse cursed technique.

His eyes widen.

He unconsciously used his technique on the boy, healing him and taking the pain from him, leaving nothing but pleasure, even as Sukuna fucks into him brutally.

He falters momentarily, the tight hold on Itadori's wrists loosening so the brat can free his hands. But he doesn't push Sukuna off him.

Instead, he puts his hands on Sukuna's back, pulling him closer, caressing his muscles needily, digging his nails into them as he grinds against Sukuna and moans his name,

"Sukuna.....ah baby! Please, please don't stop!"

Golden eyes full of love and trust meet surprised light-blue ones, and Sukuna feels like he is falling.

Like he is drowning in the soulbond, they used to have, feeling it wrap around him again, engulf him and swallow him whole. He is one with Yuuji again. Their bodies and souls are connected again in this intimate moment.

When he spills his seed deep inside the boy, it is with a loud, breathless moan, a sound he can't remember ever making before.

Sukuna doesn't understand it. What is this feeling? He can remember what it was like to be a human a thousand years ago. Not everything, of course, but he remembers feeling various emotions. He remembers feeling anger and joy, desire and hatred. Strong emotions that filled his body with their fire.

But lately, he feels something else. It's not as loud, not as violent as those emotions he remembers. He cannot quite place it, but he's pretty sure he never felt anything like it before. It's nagging him. Why does he not know what this is?

He is pretty sure it has something to do with the brat, though. With the way the old Itadori Yuuji, the one who approached Sukuna with nothing but hate, is gone, and in his stead, there is this other Itadori Yuuji. The one who looks at Sukuna with nothing but love in his eyes. The one who holds him every night and snuggles against him, all trusting and sweet.

It has to do with the way the brat cares about him.

It has to do with the way the brat says he loves him.

Love.

It's the most dangerous curse of all. That's what Sukuna heard back in his time, and the words stuck with him.

Love is a weakness. A way to ruin yourself and others. A dangerous addiction. A form of insanity. It makes the ones afflicted with it vulnerable. Love is a wild force. It's uncontrollable. A magic so ancient and potent that Sukuna fears even he has no power over it. And the loss of control is an idea that makes his skin crawl.

And yet, the brat dives into this madness head first.

Why is he like this? No wonder Sukuna is feeling all kinds of strange things lately! The brat is confusing him! He is making Sukuna see things he has never seen before.

The boy is sitting on the kitchen counter with his stupid, bright smile, looking like he has nothing to worry about. Telling Sukuna how glad he is to be with him and how happy he is about this life they have. There's nothing but sincerity in his honey gaze.

It's a concept so foreign to Sukuna. Everyone he ever encountered had their own agenda. Their own motives. Their own selfishness which influenced their actions.

But not Itadori. He is selfless to a fault.

Itadori Yuuji is a contradiction. He is so weak and so strong at the same time. It makes Sukuna's mind spin as he tries and tries and tries to wrap his head around it.

Sukuna is standing at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, one hand touching the cold window pane lightly as he stares unseeingly over the nightly city.

He cannot find any rest tonight. He had to untangle himself from the heavy and warm body of the brat to walk to the kitchen and get a cold glass of water before he came here to look at the endless sea of twinkling lights.

He cannot fight this uneasiness that has been plaguing him for the last few days.

Anytime Sukuna's lying on the couch during a lazy afternoon with the brat draped all over him, cuddling him and resting his head on Sukuna's chest, sometimes looking up at him with hazy eyes and ruffled hair and an affectionate smile, Sukuna is scared.

He is scared because there's a strange warmth spreading through his chest, and he is too aware of how loudly his heart is thumping.

He's losing control.

Things are slipping out of his hands, and he doesn't know how to stop it.

The brat means something to him. He cannot quite say what, but something makes him want to have Yuuji around. Safe and sound, wearing that happy, genuine smile on his stupid face.

He wants to keep the brat safe. Sukuna wouldn't mind burning this whole city down and killing everyone in it. He doesn't care about the pain or destruction he causes, even enjoys it. But now there is one person he doesn't want to stand in this chaos.

So, instead of hurting him, Sukuna's hand always finds its way into soft pink hair and strokes it gently, holding the brat in place, holding him close, making sure he won't get up and leave Sukuna's embrace.

This is a development Sukuna didn't see coming. He doesn't like it.

It terrifies him.

Does the brat have power over him? No one ever possessed any power over Sukuna! No one!

Is it because they used to share a body? Does it have to do with this strange separation anxiety he is experiencing since their souls were forcefully separated? Is it fear of losing this bond they had? A bond formed by fate itself?

"Kuna?"

Itadori's soft, warm voice speaks up behind him. Sukuna doesn't turn his head. But a moment later, strong arms wrap around him from behind, and the same voice asks again, closer this time, breath warm on Sukuna's neck, a warm muscular body snuggling against his back,

"Are you ok, Kuna? Did you have a nightmare?"

That stupid nickname! Sukuna grits his teeth. He wants to lash out at the brat, wants to slice him open, and tell him no one calls Sukuna like that. But he cannot do it. He hates it, but deep down, there's a part of him that feels so warm anytime the boy calls him Kuna.

Is that part of it? Of being loved by someone? To feel this warmth when they wrap you in their love and care? The sheer power a name holds when spoken by someone who loves you. The way Itadori says that name in such a tender tone. As if it is the most precious thing he owns. As if the name alone carries love.

Sukuna isn't ok. He is far from it.

But he nods and laughs softly,

"Yes, I'm ok, darling. Just needed something to drink."

Yuuji's arms tighten around him, and his head rests on Sukuna's back.

"Alright, but you can always talk to me if something's worrying you, ok? I love you."

"I love you too."

Empty words that are so cruel in their deceiving nature. One loves, and one doesn't. One says the truth and one speaks lies. And yet, tonight, the words taste dangerous on Sukuna's tongue.

He unfocuses his eyes from the city view and looks at the soft reflection of his face on the window pane. Wide, terrified, light-blue eyes stare back at him.

Finally a new chapter!!! I had such a hard time editing this, but I am happy to finally share it. That last scene is one of my favorites in the whole story. I love the thought of Sukuna looking terrified at being confronted with Yuuji's genuine love and care. Love must really be a scary thing to our dear King. Uncontrollable and powerful. Well, Kuna YOU were the one who wanted to play this little game ;)

Ahahaha I am so soft for Sukuna slowly falling into Yuuji's sweetness and not being able to get out of it again. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!! Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!!

This was a cool story, werewolf Kurapika is really cute. And I really like his bond with the witch both are adorable together.

A witch and her werewolf 3

Werewolf!Kurapika x Chubby!Fem!Witch!Reader

!!REPOSTS APPRECIATED!!

warnings: nsfw, breeding, knotting, overstimulation, creampies, oral(f!receiving), rough sex

A/N: I may turn this into a longer, more story driven story later, but for now this is the last part! If I do make it longer I’ll reset it. If y’all would like that, please comment!

pt2

Kurapika stared into your eyes, smiling. “I’m going to make you mine tonight? Okay? All mine, forever and ever.”

You nod, face hot from his kisses. “Okay, puppy. All yours.”

His ears twitch, purring as he inhaled your scent. You can feel his bulge press against your leg, and you know just how badly he wants you.

He moves down your body, stopping when his face is between your legs. He buries his nose into your crotch, inhaling. “K-Kurapika!!” you gasp, instinctively trying to push his head away. He lets out a low growl, grabbing your shorts and pulling them and your panties off with one motion.

You gasp when he buries his head in between your legs, lapping at your folds and shoving a finger into your cunt. “Mmm…” he hums against your clit.

You bury your hands in his hair, trying to ground yourself as he easily makes you cum with his gentle sucking on your clit.

He moves his fingers away from your core, instead fucking you with his tongue, purring. Your Kurapika was looking up at you with those pretty red eyes of his as his tongue fucked into you, whining into your cunt.

“P-Pika! Gonna-“

You cried out as you came again, the blonde cooing happily as he lapped up your juices. He pulled away, placing a sloppy kiss on your pussy. “You’re gorgeous, (Name).”

He gently nips at your thighs, sucking on the soft flesh to leave his mark. “I’ve wanted to mark these for so long. Every time I slept on your thighs I couldn’t get the thought of being in between them out of my head.”

Had he really been thinking about you like that for so long? You whimper when his bites get rougher, leaving marks on your thighs. “P-Pika, be gentle.”

Kurapika nuzzles against your leg, placing a kiss over one of his bites. “Im sorry, (Name). My rut… it makes me so… possessive. I just want everyone to know you’re my mate, and mine alone.”

He climbs on top of you, cock rubbing against your tummy as he pulls you in for another kiss. You can taste yourself in his tongue as he purrs into your mouth.

“Want to… want to breed you so bad…”

You squeak, putting your hands on his chest. “B-breed me? You want t-“

He silences you with a kiss, pulling away to smile down at you as his tail wags. “Yes, you’ll be the perfect mother to our pups. Kind, affectionate, and…”

Kurapika blushes, nuzzling into your neck. “So pretty…”

You can his cock rubbing against your slit, squeaking when he bites down on your neck. “Eek!”

He gently laps away the blood that beads at the surface of your skin, ears flattening. “Sorry, angel.”

He continued lapping gently at the bite, before he continued nipping, leaving love bites that firm a collar around your neck. “Mine, all mine okay? Anyone that sees this will know…”

“K-Kurapika!”

His hazy red eyes meet yours, the wolf panting from the effort of holding himself back. “Please… I want you…”

You’re a squirming mess beneath him, and he can’t help but purr at the sight. “Shh, it’s okay, angel. Gonna…”

He pants lightly, his cock prodding against your cunt. “Gonna breed you…”

He pushes in slowly, gasping into your neck. “F-fuck!”

When he pulls back to gaze into your eyes lovingly, his red eyes widen.

“Pika…”

You’re gripping the sheets, tears falling down your cheeks. He’s big, stretching your virgin cunt painfully. If he hadn’t prepped you with his fingers, it would have really hurt.

You sniffle, and his overprotective side kicks into over drive. Kurapika kisses away your tears, cooing. “I know, I know it hurts. Just relax…”

He laps at your neck gently, attempting to calm you down. His hips are moving on their own, slow, but he won’t be able to hold himself back for much longer.

Kurapika caged his little mate underneath him, grunting as he began to thrust in and out, feeling your tight cunt squeeze around him. “K-Kurapika!”

He continued to nuzzle your neck as you whined, still trying to get used to his size. His thrust got faster, his thick cock pushing into you as he growled.

“Mine…” he growled. His voice sounded different now, the soft, soothing tone he always used with you replaced with a low, deep growl.

“Pika…” you manage to squeak out when he pushes your legs to your chest, fucking into your like an animal. His red eyes peer down at you, cloudy with lust.

“Gotta… gotta breed…” he groaned out, leaning forward to give you sloppy kiss.

“Pika, gonna-!”

You cum, and his claws dig into your plush thighs as you squeeze around his cock. “Again!”

He keeps pounding you through your orgasm, wanting you to squeeze him more and more. “More… more…”

He can barely speak, too lost to his rut to even think. The only thing on his mind was cumming inside you as much as possible, until you were so full it leaked down your legs.

He cums inside you for the first time that night, holding onto you so tight you struggle to breathe. He whimpers and whines into your ear as his cum fills you up, his tongue beginning to lap at your cheek. “Mmm…”

You think he’s done after that, his chest moving to rest against your chest. “That was good, Pika…” you coo, running your fingers through his hair. “Let’s go t-“

You squeak as you’re flipped onto your tummy, your familiar grabbing your hips and pulling you towards him. He leans over you as his cock pushes back in, clinging to you desperately. “Mmm… mine…”

He sounds so happy, yet… there’s something lurking beneath. You had the distinct impression that this mating session was far from over.

And you would be correct.

A few hours later, tears freely fall down your chubby cheeks. He had you sat on his cock, cooing in your ear as he bounced you. “T-too much! Can’t…” you cried out, sniffling. You couldn’t even remember how many times you’d cum that night, but from the small bulge in your tummy you knew he’d filled you up plenty.

“Shh… shh… take care of it.” he said, gently rubbing at your puffy clit. You continue to whine and whimper. “Just a little more…”

For the past thirty minutes, he’d had you cock warming him, rubbing at your clit to make you cum around his cock over and over. You were incredibly overstimulated, panting and crying.

“Please… too much!”

You cried out as you came again, the man behind you purring. “My good girl~” he purred, and you could feel him rut against you as he came again.

After that, he pinned you back down and began pounding you again, giving you little time to steady yourself.

Several more hours passed, and you could barely think. You were fucked dumb, both his and your cum running down your legs to pool on the bed beneath you.

Kurapika started to whine as he thrusted into you. He was becoming overstimulated too, but his mind was too focused on breeding you to stop. His hips kept moving, and he whined into your neck.

“(Name)!” he cried out as he came again, sniffling against your skin. You tried your best to comfort him, this couldn’t be easy for him either. He was a virgin, it was his first time going through his rut with another person, and he just couldn’t stop. It felt too good.

“Mmm… gotta have my puppies p-please!” he whimpered. He needed to get you pregnant, his instincts not allowing his hips to stay still.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay…” you were struggling to speak, feeling him pound into you again ruthlessly after pausing. He looked up at you, teary eyed and red faced.

“Hnn…”

He smashed his lips into yours, and you both whined and cried together. Kurapika nuzzled his nose against yours, whimpering. “Gonna… gonna knot you soon…”

“Knot..?”

That confused you. Was he going to bend you into a different position, like a knot? You were too tired and sore for that!

You were about to tell him no, but then he came again, and you started to realize what he meant.

His cock swelled up inside you, stretching your cunt to its limit. You cried out, tears falling down your cheeks. “T-too big!”

He sniffled, lapping at your tears before holding you close. “Shh, shh…”

Kurapika tried his best to comfort you as you were stretched impossibly wide, tummy bulging uncomfortably. You openly sobbed now, the man only able to kiss and gently rub your clit to help loosen you up a little. “I know, angel. I know…”

He put his own discomfort to the side, giving you kisses and using his free hand to rub circles into your thigh. “Doing so well, love.”

When the swelling stopped, you panted, looking down at the bulge in your tummy. Although he disliked seeing you uncomfortable, he still couldn’t help swallowing thickly and rubbing a hand over the bulge, causing you to whimper. “There…”

He nuzzled against you, purring softly. “My love…”

His eyes clouded over a little as his hand rubbed your clit. He wanted to make you cum around his knot over and over.

After a while, you got used to his knot stretching you out, feeling comfortably fool instead of being painfully stretched. You began to enjoy clenching around his knot, and he did too.

“F-fuck angel… feel so good…”

You came around his knots several times, and even felt a little disappointed when it began to shrink. Kurapika pulled out of you, collapsing onto the bed and pulling you close. “You did so good, (Name)…” he said, kissing your forehead.

You were too exhausted to speak, so you nodded, and nuzzled into his chest.

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You woke up the next morning to him rutting against your leg, panting and whining. “Pika?”

He looked up at you, that same lust filled gaze staring up at you. “Mine…”

‘Oh no… again?’

In another part of the world, Bisky sat on her couch, humming. “What am I forgetting to do? I think I was supposed to tell someone something…”

She tilted her head. “Hmm. Oh!”

She glanced at (Name)’s picture. “I was supposed to tell her that a werewolf’s rut lasts a week. Oh well, I’ll tell her when I see her next.”

Unbeknownst to Bisky, (Name) was on day 4 of Kurapika’s rut, and was so overstimulated she could barely think.

He only gave her short breaks between breeding sessions, the longest being when he passed out from exhaustion. She could only leave the little nest he made her when she had to use the bathroom, shower, or eat. Although, he seemed rather anxious when he showered.

“No… no my scent…”

She decided against taking showers after the fifth day, because after them he would fuck into her, rubbing himself against her and nuzzling into her until her skin was raw.

By the end of the week, (Name)’s tummy had a small bulge from all the cum she had in her. And she was chubby, this was no easy task!

When his rut was finally over, Kurapika couldn’t stop apologizing for his rough behavior, kissing every little mark he left on her soft skin. “Love you… love you so much, (Name). So sorry…”

He loves you so much, and to know he’d caused you discomfort and mild pain broke his heart. You scratches between his ears, sighing. “It’s okay, Pika. You couldn’t help yourself.”

“Still…” his hands massaged your sore body, his lips kissing your neck. “I’ll make it up to you. I love you…”

“I love you too!”

The next few weeks, he took good care of you to help you recover from his rut.

The meeting of witches was that day, and Kurapika was being very protective. It was almost like he could sense something, something he couldn’t quite place.

“I have to go, puppy, Bisky said she needed to meet with me.” you say as Kurapika holds onto you, growling lowly.

“But… I don’t want you to leave the house…”

You huff. “You can’t even tell me why. I haven’t been able to go in weeks because I was recovering. Come on, everything will be fine. I’ll have you, won’t I?”

He couldn’t argue with that, a small blush on his cheeks. “… yeah. And I wouldn’t let anything ever hurt my mate.”

You were still getting used to him calling you that, your cheeks growing hot. “Mhm…”

———————

You walk hand in hand to the witch meeting, Menchi eyeing the two of you. “Oh? Started dating the mutt?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Kurapika’s lip curled up as he growled lowly. “Well, I guess you could say that!”

He calmed down a little when you squeezed his hand. “She’s my mate.”

You blinked, and Menchi blushed. “Oh.”

She didn’t say anything else, letting the two of you through. Your face was hot with embarrassment, the blonde not picking up on it as he held onto you, growling at anyone that came too close before nuzzling you proudly.

Bisky spotted you, her eyes going wide. “(Name)!”

She rushed towards you, taking your hand and squealing. “Oh my gosh, congratulations!”

You blink at her, you and Kurapika glancing at each other before looking to her. “For… what?”

She tilted her head. “You… don’t know? Your pregnant.”

Kurapika’s eyes shot open wide. “Pregnant?”

“With twins, if what I’m seeing is correct.”

You were suddenly pulled into Kurapika hands, his tail thwacking against your leg. “Oh my god! Puppies, we’re having puppies!”

You squeaked, Bisky giggling as he nuzzled into your neck. “Ah, he’s the father I assume? I thought something like this would happen.”

It now made sense why Kurapika had been so protective the past few days. He could probably sense on some subconscious level that you were pregnant, and had been on edge since.

“My perfect angel… you’ll be such an amazing mother to our pups…” he purred into your neck.

“Mhm…”

You kissed his forehead, cupping his cheek.

He loved his little witch more than anything, and you adored your sweet werewolf familiar.

I👏🏽want👏🏽this👏🏽so👏🏽much💕

✨I wanna potentially get kicked outta the mall✨

toji x nympho reader 🤭

⟣ tags. dom!toji fushiguro x female reader. smut. overstimulation, creampies, cunnilingus, exhibitionism, daddy kink, slight slapping, cum play, blowjobs, thigh riding, fingering, positions mentioned; cowgirl, doggy. he’s mean sometimes teehee. reader gets called ‘doll & princess’. separate headcanons + small drabbles under cut.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was sure of it; no woman could ever keep up with his stamina or libido. he was surprisingly proven wrong when he met you—your sexual desires were almost too much to keep up with. that last statement goes for the average man, at least.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 was no regular man at all. in many ways. and especially when it comes to sex and all that it comes with. with all his experience, he knew just the right techniques to satisfy a woman and keep her entertained for a long time. plus, his stamina and size were no joke due to his constant training and bulky physique.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 never misses on the opportunity of satisfying your needs. you could wake him up at 3 a.m with the question if he could help with you with a certain ‘problem’ and he’ll grunt—surely—but doesn’t hesitate to roll over on his back and let you pull his boxers down whilst encouraging you to ride him in an exhausted manner.

“c’mon, weren’t you the one asking if you could fuck y’rself on my cock? ya either do it right or get off.” mean as always. but somehow, it increased the pleasure you were feeling already—that hoarse, raspy morning voice of toji’s echoes in your ear with each sentence uttered. it was even hotter when he’d grunt or groan under his breath. toji had one hand on your ass, squeezing or lazily spanking it whenever your hips slammed down on his. his other arm was draped over his eyes, keeping them closed since he was in the mood to continue sleeping—basically half-asleep, in contrast to your energy filled body which was riding his cock continuously. “mhmm, jus’ like that. fuck y’rself dumb on my dick, princess.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 knows you get turned on very easily just from him doing the most simplest of things. what really gets you going is his body—the way his big, masculine hands knead at the flesh on your waist whenever he hugs you from behind, the veins running through them making your pussy tingle. . or when he stretches and warms up in your bedroom before going on a mission—that makes you rub your thighs together. and you make it known that you’re turned on by him just by looking at him with those seductive eyes.

and 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 can’t deny that your horniness awakens his.

ass up, face down—your body was getting pounded into the bed by none other than toji, who was fed up with the constant lustful looks you gave him whilst he worked out. it made him lose all concentration, which wasn’t good, since he needed to prepare for a bounty he was going to take on that night. thus, toji took out his frustrations on you and your greedy cunt; “ya hear that? y’re fuckin’ dripping for this cock to fill ya up—yeah? wan’ me to fuck some of my cum into y’r cunt before i go?” you whine and nod whilst your noises were muffled by the pillow. your body ached for toji and you were desperate to get anything from him, any sensual touches would do—your pussy was sensitive and needed its release. toji knew that you wouldn’t be satisfied with just one round, however, so he was determined to go make it a challenge: fuck you until you’re leaking his cum from all your holes and passed out from exhaustion.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 loves it when you shamelessly or shyly beg him to suck his dick. you do it most of the time when he’s manspreading on the couch, just chilling and looking bored whilst watching a dumb show on the television. next thing he knows your head appears between his legs and his fingers are tangled in your hair, pushing your head down on him. sometimes it even happens in public; he’ll be sitting there on a chair or bench, a protective hand on your waist and your eyes would be directly on his crotch. he doesn’t even have to be hard—there’s always that massive bulge hiding under his pants, reminding you of what he’s packing down there.

“fuck. . doll—y’re gnna make me cum before i get a taste of that pretty pussy.” toji grumbles quietly, half closed eyes staring down at your kneeling form. you were sucking and drooling all over his cock, sometimes gagging when the tip hit the far back of your throat, though that only spurred the man before you on. his hips buck up into your mouth, your hands automatically clenching into fists, putting your thumb under your other fingers to stop your gag reflex from activating—desperate to give toji that pleasure he longed for. the man was surely enjoying every second of it. he kept you quiet (except for the faint wet, slurping sounds from your warm mouth as his cock slid in and out of it), his lips curled into an amused smirk, “tha’s my girl—taking all of it in her mouth. what a good little thing.” toji made sure to whisper those words, not caring if somebody heard what was happening from outside the department store’s bathroom stall, but still wanting to avoid any unnecessary trouble. he was actually holding himself back from ravaging your cunt instead—though he settles for shooting ropes of cum down your throat.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who gets off from eating you out. he loves to have your cunt full out on his face—adores the way you squirm when he’s pushing your thighs and hips down on his face to get a proper taste of your slick—enjoys when he’s just relaxing with his mouth and nose stuffed between your folds, giving absent licks whilst simply enjoying your scent. he especially loves eating your cunt out when you’re begging for his cock instead. he always shows you just what he can do with that tongue of his—bringing you a different type of pleasure than his dick could do.

one moment you were reading something on your phone, and in the other your man’s face was buried into your wet cunt. you were moaning and writhing on the bed sheets, trying to grind against his mouth. toji was taking his sweet time with you, “mmnh, so fuckin’ good. give me one more, yeah? one more orgasm f’me, princess.” that was what he said minutes ago and you were already on your third climax. you loved this—absolutely relinquished in the feeling of his tongue lapping your juices up, his lips that sucked on your clit every couple seconds, nose buried between your folds. “nghhh,, wan’ you so bad, daddy! wan’ you to fuck me, please!” toji chuckles drlyly, the vibrations hitting your cunt. two slaps were brought down upon your thighs; “i’ll fuck y’r needy self when i wanna, ya hear? now cum on my tongue or i’ll force it outta ya, princess.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈, who loves to finger you or let you ride his thigh when he’s busy but still wants to keep you satisfied. you’d be whining for his attention, pouting and slightly frustrated when all you want toji’s attention. and his touch, naturally. sometimes you’d go as far as stroking yourself in front of him to show your desperation— which he finds to be the hottest thing ever; you being so needy that you’ll thrust a few fingers inside your cunt and moan for him to come fuck you properly. works every time. but when toji’s a bit too busy to do anything (or too tired / lazy), he gets you off with his thigh or fingers.

“i need to call shiu for info on that one bounty. .” toji recalls and grabs his phone, one hand on his mobile whilst the other was slowly cupping your pussy, thumb drawing lazy circles on your clit, index rubbing your labia. you whine as his hand there disappears, “gimme a minute, sweet thing.” toji licks his index finger whilst pressing some buttons on his phone, head leaning against the headboard of the bed as he watches you impatiently grind against his muscular thigh. he lets you do as you please and watches your ass and hips as they move in front of him. toji tenses the muscles in his leg whenever your clothed pussy slides alongside his skin, bouncing his thigh whenever you’d rest and take a break from grinding—keeping the stimulation going— “giving me a good show, huh? keep at it. might reward ya after my phone call.”

His reply to I love you done killed me🤣

FREAK IN THE SHEETS toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: toji finds a new apartment finally after getting abruptly fired, despite someone already living there. yet that’s when he stumbled upon you, a pretty young ghost woman.

CONTENT: lady k and the sick man au, f! ghost reader, reader’s 20+, manhandling, breeding, full nelson, mating press, praise, degradation, face riding, dumbification, first time squirt, finger sucking, impact play, overstim, toji is a bum lol, corruption, reader is touch starved (pet names: pretty/little girl, sweetheart, baby)

WORD COUNT: 5.1k

NOTE: plz show in the TAGS. based off lady k and the sick man but if u haven’t read that u can read this blindly <3 p-pls

KAZUTOBER M.LIST

Toji who’d recently gotten laid off from his job, then shortly after— he’d gotten evicted from his own home, his life was in shambles, and couldn’t keep a single job for more than a week— it was no surprise, he was a lazy man.

Although, he finds a house that seemed to be vacant and empty, within a blink of an eye, he moves in— at first wondering it was some sort of trick, this house being so vulnerable and welcoming, yet he pays no mind to it, plopping down near the fat cushioned sofa— crossing his arms before letting off a sigh, pondering to himself quietly as he bounced his thigh before he turns once he hears the slightest bit of shuffling.

“Huh . . ” He grumbles, yet that’s when he sees you, sitting near the cupboard— wearing some old white gown, and his darkened thin black eyebrows furrow once his eyes trail towards your lap, you sat on your knees— slightly cocking your head to the side and Toji was about to speak before you clumsily fall— landing on his hardened chest, and he breaks your fall, landing with a raspy oof.

You stare at Toji— and he stares back at you, although, as you’re laid on his chest, he looks down to see the gown you wore exposed, showing your thighs— and you had no panties underneath, your fingers were coated with some sort of sheeny slick and he raises his eyebrows before humming cockily.

“Were you just playin’ with yourself . . ?”

“. . N-no,” you stammered in a quiet voice— and you definitely were, there was no denying it, nevermind that— you cleared your throat, staring at the bulky toned man. “Who are you?”

“Your new neighbor,” he slyly responds, his voice had a mere rasp to it— his entire demeanor, his body language— the way his hands just dug into the empty pockets of his black worn down sweatpants, it was sexy. Without a doubt this man was attractive— the near smug expression he gave you was almost enough to make you start to throb. “Fushiguro, Toji,” he uttered in a low tone— and he teasingly bends down— going towards your level, your eyes spot the scarred beige colored scar that was slanted across the right side of his lip. “I think we’re gonna get along just fine, pretty girl.”

And Toji’s experiences with living with you— a pretty ghost, was . . tame so to speak. He managed to find and hold down a job for sometime— a part time job, you’d just lounge around at the house. You had a rather bland life, technically speaking, you were just . . there. Existing. A lifeless soul, a pure spirit even.

There was nothing relatively interesting happening between the two of you— until one day, Toji returns from home during the middle of the night. He figured you’d be asleep like you usually were— you’d spend countless hours, knocked out into a deep slumber but this night— you were doing much more than sleeping.

You were touching yourself. Again.

On Toji’s side of the bed too— the both of you shared a bed, there was only one in the house, yet it wasn’t much of an issue— it was comfortable and very much king sized.

So it’s to Toji’s surprise to walk in and see you, pretty legs sprawled out near the sheets— fingers curled and stuffed deep into your pussy, whining out Toji’s name on constant repeat.

“. . . Ohhh,” Toji mutters, and he sees the immediate embarrassment overtake your face, a cute attempt to shield yourself with the thick velvet covers and he walks towards you— the very soles of his shoes clanking against the hard wooden floor. “Is this what you do when I’m not here, sweetheart? Play with yourself,” and it’s in the mere form of a question before he cockily tilts his head— clicking his tongue with a slow playful head shake. “. . . Heh, and you’re not even doing it right either. Poor baby.”

“. . . I- I thought you wouldn’t be here until the morning.” You stammer, trying to change the subject— and he slips off his shoes, slightly twisting his neck to the side to stretch— before getting into the bed, and his eyes immediately glance down at your lap. Yet that‘s when you sit up from your current position— a near pout on your face. “. . Toji.”

He’s staring openly, watching your own fingers remain in your lap and he hums, growing amused for a moment before chuckling lowly. “Yeah?” And his voice pitched— it was low, husky and not to mention insanely attractive.

Toji’s taken aback once you grab onto his hand, you lie back against the plump pillows, somewhat guiding his hand from your chest until it reaches lower— and lower— and lower, until it’s between your legs, and his eyebrows slightly raise, watching your body tremble from his contact before you whine. “I need you to touch me.”

“You . . . need?” He grins, repeating your pathetic words, such haughtiness on his facial expressions, as irksome as it was, just a simple gesture as that made you throb through your thin silk white panties. “You don’t need shit, you want my touch. How cute.”

“Fine—” You spat back, and it made him smile, seeing you grow irritated, agitated at the least— biting down on your lip, the warmness of his hand was nearly enough to make you moan before Toji snatches his hand back.

“I wanna do more than just touch you, little girl,” he mutters, viridescent eyes maintaining such eye contact, Toji’s voice pitches deeply in the slightest, and at first you’re confused by what he was saying.

But of course, you found out exactly what Toji meant, by sitting right on his face— staring down at him— Toji returns the stare, and he starts slow, making your thighs shiver and quake underneath him, he’s creating sloppy kisses against the very print of your panties— your padded cunt brushes against the faint stubble on his chin.

Toji found it cute the way your legs jittered a bit, just barely hovering over his mouth before he dragged a tongue down your slit, staring at you with half-lidded eyes before muttering in a raspy, “Awww. Don’t be shy, lay it all on me, girl. Sit, sit.”

You intake a breath, replying with a tiny, “O-Okay,” and once you plop down on his face, giving a moment to adjust, a coy frisky grin pressed against his lips— and Toji wastes no time, using the soft pad of his thumb to rub against your underwear, sucking on it for a few brief seconds before moving it aside— and you let off a mere sweet mewl, feeling his lips latch onto your pussy.

Your taste, it was sugary— just a few seconds and Toji was hooked, it got him hard, hearing your whiney noises reverberate and bounce across the thin walls— you were far more sensitive than any average human, and that only made him crave you anymore— he’s just sloppy, one hand gripped onto your thigh as you watch his tongue create such erotic movements, the pace had your lip quivering and your thighs already clenching.

“Pull—” he grumbles, his mouth was full— full of your sweetened flavor, his stubble just tickles against your cunt and you moaned, your hips having a mind of its own— to where you’re riding his face now, and the tip of Toji’s nose brushes against your folds, making you whimper. “Pull on my hair for me.”

You complied willingly, rummaging your shaky fingers into his hair— smooth locks getting tangled within your hands, you gave him a soft tug and he grunted from it— your hips were unsteady, moving against his mouth at such a tottering rhythm.

“Harder.” He groans, and your eyes nearly start to roll— hearing him let off such salacious noises with just and only his tongue, making sure to not miss a single spot, Toji’s tongue was brutal— it’s got your mind running laps, nearly sending you to such a euphoric state— you were so sensitive, touch starved, even him brushing his fingertips against your cold hallowed skin, was perhaps enough to make you make a mess on his face.

“T—Toji,” you’d sniffle, rutting your hips again and again against his face, by now— he was practically nose deep, the very tip part swiping against your cunt, he grunts lowly once you give his dirty strands a harder yank— and his slick runs down his chin, and it’s sexy, Toji has to take a second to breathe, he swallows, and you shiver— hearing him spit on your pussy before dragging a thumb down the opening only to go straight back into sucking. “. . Toji— Toji, I f-feel like—”

A smile tugs against his lips, giving your folds a sweet kiss— laying his tongue flat against your pussy, and he’s just so filthy— yet doesn’t care, Toji eats you out as he’s been starved for weeks, hasn’t had a proper good meal since— since between your legs. “You gonna cum, yeah?” He mumbles, his long lashes close for a moment— feeling your hips just buck and writhe against him, and you’re getting him hard— he groans, reaching a hand down to touch himself, he’s hard . . a boner was visible through his sweats, and he wanted more.

You nod, your bottom lip just quivering— it was adorable, yet pathetic in the slightest, the way you had both hands holding onto Toji’s hair, riding his face— his eyelids were immensely low, sensually flicking the very tip of his tongue against your clit, making you mewl out a sweet whimper. “Y-Yeahhh.”

Toji’s just so mean though— he makes you wait until he’s done feasting, which lasts about a good ten minutes. He likes seeing you a total dumb mess, all from his tongue— babbling, sputtering, stammering out such incoherent whined and cries to just let you cum—each time he feels your hips slow against your mouth, he brings a mean spank to your pussy, making you moan—

Just twitching and hovering over his pink damped lips. After a few seconds, he finally lets you— and you’re just stupid, your cute abrupt orgasm that he elicits from the back of your throat with such ease makes him grin. “T—Toji,” is all you kept repeating as if that was only a word embedded into your brain, in such a state— your life nearly flashes before your eyes, which is ironic considering— what . . . life?

“. . Mhmmm, that’s a good girl,” he’d purr, and his words would just deliver in a way to where it immediately made you throb and pulsate— how embarrassing. Toji sits up, and he just slouches against the pillows before humming. “Come give me a kiss.”

You whined, crawling between his legs, and you placed your lips against his— Toji snakes a hand around your waist, and immediately, your tongue went across his soft sweetened lips, you moaned at the sheer thought of tasting yourself on his tongue right after he’d just ate you out— it was so filthy.

That annoying cocky smirk never left his lips, and you whimpered— feeling a rough hand of Toji’s grab onto your ass, you still wore your usual long white gown, yet all he did was just slide it up, grabbing a handful of your ass before spanking you as he kissed you— it was sexy, especially hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth.

Toji grunts, feeling you get handsy— you’re clumsy and your hand falls onto his crotch area, and he grabs your hand, making you feel his bulge before he breaks the kiss— glistening strings of spit departing.

“You’re so damn needy,” he grumbles, and he lets your hands roam— digging into his sweatpants, Toji just watches with a dumb smug grin, seeing you struggle a bit— not knowing how to untie a simple knot, it was cute.

After a few seconds, you get it— feeling the hem of his boxers before ultimately springing out his hardened length— you leaned into his neck, and he’s surprised to feel you softly nibble your teeth onto his neck, tasting his sweet skin— he groans for a moment, and it tickles, still feeling his hard dick being stroked by you. “Heh. Are ya confused, princess? I hope you didn’t plan on just biting me.”

“N-No,” you stammered, your tongue softly grazing against his skin— he wasn’t used to your tongue, especially with the length of it— feeling your tender pearly whites softly bite into his skin turned him on a bit, much more than he realized.

And he lays back, breathing quietly for a moment as you’re making a cute attempt to stroke him, you have no idea what you’re doing, the soft pad of your thumb brushing against his frenulum, his tip was coated with such pretty sweet pre-cum. You leaned in to give him another kiss, dumbly kissing his mouth so you kiss the side of his chin instead. “T—Toji.”

“Are ghosts always this slutty?” Toji wriggles his eyebrows, and you furrow your own eyebrows in confusion— certain terms he used confused you, yet never paid much mind, he playfully licks your bottom lip before bringing you close to his chest. “I want you to do somethin’ for me, little girl.”

You stared at him with glossy needy eyes, tilting your head, and Toji makes you lie flat on your back, you watch with curious eyes— he pulls up your dingy white nightgown, and pushes your legs up to your chest, a soft breathy pant leaving his lips, and you looked so pretty sprawled out for him like this, absolutely dumbfounded— pretty sopping wet pussy all out and on full display.

“I want you to tell me how deep I reach you, can you do that?” He huffs out, and his tone grows more raspy throughout each second— giving him a shy nod before he brings a hand up to your chin, narrowing his eyebrows. “Use those words, girl.”

“O—Okay Toji,” you stammered out, and he brushes a thumb against your lips, he’s teasing you by mocking the pout you had on your mouth, giving you a kiss— and again, you’re sensitive from any amount of touch he gives you, so it makes you whine.

He pulls away— and brings his hefty cock out, Toji groans, he was so full. Aching to be inside you, ever since he saw you— he just knew that you had to be filled up, stretched immensely, he could practically feel your walls clenching and tightening around him and he wasn’t even inside yet.

“Fuck,” he grunts— and you stare at him, your eyebrows parting into a mere furrow. Toji’s sweats were pulled down, his grayish blue boxers just about hanging from his v-line itself, and he swipes his tip against your sensitive needy folds. It drags out a whiney hiss from you. “Ooh, you’re just itching for it, aren’t ‘cha, princess? Mhm, this pussy’s just hungry.”

“Don’t tease me p-please.” You babble, and you gasp once Toji brings a hand towards your chest, giving your breasts a squeeze, pinching against your nipple and you moan.

“Aw, you don’t like being teased, do you? Well that’s too bad,” he chuckles— and you bite down on your lip— your legs feeling complete mush practically, a tiny mewl exiting your lips once he aligns himself, staring at him. He stares back at you, uttering a sly,

“. . . Heyyy girl,” and that’s when Toji starts to slowly sink his way inside you, slowly and inch by inch— he’s so big, and he’s very much aware of it too, his fat tip alone was enough to steal a tiny moan from you, and he grabs onto your chin once he catches you start to break eye contact. “Don’t look away, keep those pretty eyes on me the entire time I’m stuffing you full.”

You stare at him— and you moan, feeling his hefty base slap against you, he was really full— truly he was, and you bite back a moan again, whining from the immense stretch he gave your cunt— as if you were elastic, the very curve of his dick runs alongside the crevices inside of you and you’re so dizzy, it feels you up with such want— he’s buried balls deep as if your pussy was just a meaningless coffin, Toji’s hips snaps against you once— and just a single thrust makes you whimper out, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“More please,” you’d mumble out, taking in his cheap cologne scent near the collar of his buttoned up shirt. “F-Fuck me, Toji.”

“Now you wanna use your words, heh. Okay,” he hums— pure cockiness in his tone entirely, each word he spoke, baritone dripping off his voice, a rapsy pitched tone that never failed to make you throb and throb. “Hold on to me. I don’t wanna break you. Especially if I accidentally tear this pussy in half. Then that’d be no fun, now would it, princess?”

His words were just raunchy— explicit, the definition of filthy, he speaks directly up next to your ear too, and it’s just a lot to take in— his throbbing cock twitching inside of you, or Toji’s simple words that continued to have you drenched, as embarrassing as it sounds.

“N-No.” You whined, and he’s still got your knees shoved up to your chest— Toji’s hips drive into you, and his hip movements get sloppier and sloppier, you’re so loud— your sweet moans ring through his ears, his very tip french kissing against your g-spot and it drags off those cute gasps from your mouth, he studied your expressions— the way your lips parted, eyebrows curled and furrowed— anything and everything.

Toji can’t help but be a bit rough with you— not even moments later and you’re already getting fucked ruthlessly against the fat cushioned mattress— he’s just jackhammering his dick into you, small grunts exits his lips each and every second, his hips were so rude— bullying you in each and every way with how it’s just vigorously striking against your core, it’s got you in a trance, it doesn’t take long at all for you to get addicted to your bummy new neighbor’s dick— it’s got you just throbbing and yearning for more.

“Hear that?” Toji utters gruffly— black strands of hair nearly occluded his vision with how it ran down his eyes— his hair was messy, ruffled, and it was attractive.

You don’t know what he means, but Toji brings a rough hand towards your tummy— and he grows quiet, and you hear the sloppy squelching sounds your own pussy makes— as if it was singing some sort of lewd raunchy tune. “Fuckkk . . Your cunt’s just slutting itself out on me. So dirty. Trying to fuck me back, that’s kinda cute, heh.”

You’re whimpering— and Toji leans in to kiss you again, the kiss was more sensual and passionate yet rough and sloppy at the same time— he used a bit of tongue this time as his hips piston inside of you, rearranging your insides, playing patty cake with your walls in such a degrading way.

“F-Fuckkk me Toji—” You stuttered, pathetically tripping over your words, his thick cock being ultimately swallowed by your sheer warmth, applying pressure against your ass within each smack he creates with his hips. “Stretching me s-so good.”

“I know I am, girl,” he grunts— he’s panting heavily, in short raspy breaths, Toji swipes a tongue located across the slanted scar near the right side of his lip— giving you a mean, cunning expression. “Shit. Your pussy’s so greedy, gonna make me fuckin’ cum soon.”

You’re just a dumb babbling mess, Toji’s continuing to pump you full of his thick girthy inches— it’s so good to where you start drooling. He chuckles, leaning in to wipe the excess drool pouring down your mouth. “You’re a nasty lil’ thing, aren’t you,” he huffs out— and he doesn’t expect you to grab onto his hand, shoving two of his fingers into your mouth. Toji’s taken back for a moment yet a mere sneer appears on his lips as he watches you moan, taking two of his thick digits down your throat until you gag. “Absolutely filthy. Now I’m just imaginin’ you choking on the real thing.”

You grow embarrassed at his teasing— trying to pry his hand out your mouth but Toji hums. “Nah. Don’t be shy now, keep sucking while I make you cum. You can be as dirty as you want around me, sweetheart.”

Toji‘s hips drove and drove into you at such pace, such speed it’s got your mind going stupid— brainless, the definition of your current state, all because of his dick— your moans were muffled as his two fingers were inside your mouth, sucking on them like the filthy girl that you were— and he couldn’t deny that seeing you in such a position turned him on.

“Fucking full—” He grumbles, and you whimper, feeling his base smack against you, again and again, and again— you’re so dizzy, your pussy gripped down on him, squeezing him— being so selfish by holding him hostage— it pisses Toji off in a way to where he can’t help but make his thrusts more thorough and precise—

Smacking, smacking, smacking, he’s losing himself, going insanely pussydrunk— and yet he can’t help it. You’re just addicting. Toji stares down at you with low green eyes, mumbling in a husky tone. “Where do you want it, princess? Inside, outside, on that pretty tummy,” and he pauses— gripping your thigh once more. “Orrrr on your sloppy cunt to decorate it.”

“I—Inside please,” you immediately jabbered out, taking his fingers out of your mouth— strings of your own spit coating the pads of his fingerprints and you’re just so needy, sensitive, pulsating with such desire of what it’s like to be filled up from the inside.

Toji’s thin eyebrows come together and his hips pause for a moment before he chuckles. “Silly girl. I’m gonna overflow your little cunt, but whatever. If that’s what you want, I’d be more than happy to give it you, heh.”

And he keeps his promise— once Toji came, it was a lot, a big thick load he’s been saving for you, he groans, slowing his movements down as your cunt spreads for him, your inner walls just being massaged from the constant stretch he’s presenting you— it makes your eyes roll, it makes your mouth salivate, and even your toes curling.

“. . Lets fuckin’ see how much this ghost pussy can recieve,” he huffs out in a pant, leaning into your neck, dragging his pearly canines softly against the soft cold skin of your collarbone. You moaned from his tender touch, your skin grew more hunger for more of him— your body ached, you don’t know what it was with this guy, this man who only moved in a week ago— and was now deep inside your walls, fucking you dumb as if you were some slut.

Yet in this case, perhaps maybe you were.

Toji moves your legs down, and you’re laid flat against the bed, just stupefied from his thrusts entirely, you’re in a daze— stuck in it, simply living in utter ecstasy, and he’s dumping such a thick load into you— his eyes close for a moment and he kisses his teeth with sheer vex.

“. . . Damnnnn,” He groans, his hefty base was full, swollen with a lot more to give entirely— he stares down, fixating his gaze towards your cunt and licks his lips at the sight that greets him once he pulls out slowly, staring at his own cum oozing out of your folds, your thighs twitched— and Toji brings two fingers towards your slick entrance before shoving some of his own seed back into you. “Messy girl. This cum doesn’t come for free. Keep that shit in for me, yeah.”

You whimper, glossed lips quivering before Toji leans in to kiss you once more— feeling his thick fingers swirl around inside of you, it’s so messy, filthy and insanely sticky— before he picks you up, and you let off a soft gasp.

“Upsie fuckin daisey,” He groans, and he leans back, lazy position— and has you facing the other direction, your back pressing against his chest as he holds the bottom parts of your ass. “I ain’t done with you, girl. Wet pussy’s too addicting for me to not keep going.”

“T—Toji,” you mewled, and your voice was shaky, a lot more lewd now that you were practically dumb, with such care and ease— he plops you down onto his fat dick— holding your thighs, and you hear a certain ring in your ears before he cuts you off in a rough voice.

“There there, sweetheart. Only words I wanna hear is from your nasty pussy giving me back talk when I fuck it,” he mumbles, the pitch in his voice lowering octave after octave— you whine once he gives your cunt a spank, which turns into one, then two, then three— he’s mean, he can’t help but maneuver a few circles against your folds, you’re so drenched and soaked for him— he can’t fathom it, nor did he want to waste time on doing so. “You’re a big fuckin’ girl. I’ll lift you up on me, and claim this pussy like this, fuckkkk.”

You gasp, and he’s so strong— bulky muscles lifting you up on his dick, you feel a vein that coated on his length throb against you as he was halfway in, you’re sinking down and the stretch is so appetizing— you have to take a moment to moan, laying flat back against his chest.

“Good girl. Relax for me.”

Your pussy throbs from Toji’s words, and it brings butterflies towards your stomach— feelings you weren’t sure how to feel about, feelings that felt way too human for your own good.

Momentarily, he starts to fuck you— holding the bottom parts of your thighs, your legs were widely spread and he’s just pumping his thick shaft in and out of your folds, using your sweet needy cunt as if it was a fleshlight— he’s still sensitive from his recent release, and Toji starts to grow more vocal himself, his noises were low and raspy.

Right up close and personal against your ear, your feet laid against his thighs and he’s just drilling himself in and out of you— as if you were his cute personal little pocket-pussy.

“F-Fuck, I f-feel something else T—Toji.” You whimpered, and he’s holding your hips steady, you nibble down on the sweet skin of your lip— feeling such nerves bundle up inside of you, tickling your very insides— yet there was no joke, nothing relatively funny at all.

Although, maybe your pussy found things amusing, the way it kept creating such noise— it just wouldn’t shut up, so noisy, as if it was having some sort of debate with your own moans entirely.

“. . . Yeahhh?” He coos, lifting you up and down with rough bare hands, you’re just slamming onto his lap and it’s so good, you’re almost about to start drooling again— his dick was so hypnotizing, it’s got your eyes swirling, you kept throbbing and pulsating between your legs—

Each time his cockhead tapped against your sweet spot, you let off the most sweetened cried even known— you’re just feral, your tongue was merely lolling out— so dramatic, but you couldn’t help it, not when your sleazy neighbor knew how to fuck this good. “Sounds like you’re gonna squirt, baby. Has anyone ever made you squirt before?”

“N—No, Toji.” You whimpered, and he’s buried balls deep again, your eyelids were just fluttering, eyes getting heavy and you’re having a race with your own breath, your panting was becoming erratic and you were chasing whatever sort of stimulation was about to arise inside of you.

“I’ll change that for ya real quick,” he slyly replies with a raspy chuckle to suffice. Yet this time, Toji brings his mean hands up to your thighs, lifting them up and pinning your neck back with his hands— fucking you in full nelson, and you start babbling again— he’s just reaching so deep, you’re at a loss for words completely, yet brings a free arm down to play with your pussy— giving it a spank. “Give it to me. Be messy and squirt all over me, girl.”

His words scratched a deep carnal itch in your brain, he’s rubbing and spanking against your cunt and again, he’s so mean— grumbling the amount of spanks over his breath. “Won’t stop spanking ‘till you squirt, fuckin’ ghost slut.”

Toji’s degrading words— sent straight towards your cunt, you whimpered, feeling your nipples perk up underneath the silk fabric of your white nightgown.

But he was just so rude, teasing you— as if he’s not fucking you full of dick, he’s swirling his fingers around your pussy as well— a constant repetitive maneuver of circles, you’re just in awe at how pleasure from a human could feel this good— you haven’t felt this good in a long time, perhaps years back from your past.

“T-Toji, f—fuckkk fuckkk,” you’d babble, such sweet saccharin-flavored whines and moans being dragged from your throat, your head just bobbled back against Toji’s chest— he’s just spanking your folds again and again, his other arm still gripping onto your thigh this time— and you’re so dizzy, you can’t get enough, you were addicted, feasibly cockdrunken— the way your eyes rolled back to where all your vision could make out was white was incredibly lewd.

Once you squirt— it’s a lot, you gush out all on his lap, muscles within you clench and clench and your mouth opens as your thighs shake violently as if it was some sort of earthquake. Rumbling, the pure definition of your thighs was what it were, he knows exactly how to use his fingers, because you’re making such a mess— your mind goes blank for a moment, and Toji had a smug grin. “That’s it. Squirt all on me. I’ll clean you right up after.”

Your legs trembled in such exhilaration— your mind was spinning, toes curled up as you bit your lip from your impactful orgasm— it was so much, so good, so delicious.

“C’mere.” Toji huffs out, turning you around— he’s still twitching inside of you, and you moan before he leans in to lock his lips against yours, you whimpered— feeling him grab your ass— also feeling the annoying haughty smirk compressing against his pink lips as his tongue shoved down your throat, Toji was intoxicating— you could make out some cheap kind of liquor on his tongue, his stubble near his chin brushing against your own, and that’s when you pull away— letting off a whine.

He pants, giving you an abrupt headpat while his eyelids were low— heavy, and out of nowhere you blurt out what you wish you hadn’t said at all. Shame on your pussy for speaking for you at a time like this.

“I— I love you, Toji.”

“. . . Heh, what?”

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I love this man I don’t get to see a lot of him💕

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