Toji Fucking Your Skull As You Lay With Your Head Dangling Off The Edge Of The Bed . . . The Imprint

jake sully breeding you till he is satisfied and absolutely love to see you squirting on him

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇

yakuza boss!Gojo Satoru x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. after inheriting your family pastry shop, the troubles begin. who would have thought that the boss of such a dangerous organization would have a sweet tooth, and not only for sweets

cw. big dick!Gojo, size kink, fingerfucking, oral, creampie, mating press, full nelson, squirting, mirror sex - not a mirror but a window, praise, manhandling, doggy | wc. 6k

cw. yakuza!boss Toji, blackmail, noncon groping + kissing — Toji makes a short appearance, he is a rival of Satoru from another yakuza gang

an. Gojo falls hard — rbs + coms are appreciated — m.list

How did things turn out this way?

When grandpa was running the bakery everything was going well. Business was good, customers were always satisfied, and in just a few years he had made a name for himself. They called him ‘the King of Cakes’.

Then he was taken away by old age. The man who had raised you after the death of your parents, the man who had taken care of you, who had taught you the art of baking was suddenly gone.

Toraya Bakery had been his dream since he was a child. Once you got old enough he asked you to join and help him, he knew you were talented, maybe even more than him, but now that it’s in your hands you’re shattering it all. All his efforts are just falling on deaf ears.

A few weeks after grandpa’s death a large chain of dessert stores opened not far from your bakery. Even the most loyal customers had stopped showing up and you, in order to pay for the goods and the bills, had to take out a loan and now not even that loan can be paid off.

“I’m so sorry grandpa” you sob with documents of the last month’s payments in your hand, sitting at an empty table in the store.

Not a single customer came in today either. Yet the presentations at the windows are nice, they are the same ones that your grandpa taught you to set up. The flavor of the pastries is the same one you grew up with and learned to make, so what’s wrong?

While you are lost in your thoughts the bell that warns of the arrival of customers rings. The man who walks in looks completely out of place in your store.

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who’s your (baby) daddy? 

— mini series masterlist

╰┈➤ After being dumped by your boyfriend of 3 years, you decide to switch things up and go on your own version of a “hot girl summer”—subsequently finding yourself with a surprise that would arrive in 9 months time. The catch? You have absolutely no idea which of the 3 men you slept with is your baby’s daddy. 

% slice of life, romance comedy

# explicit smut, angst, heartbreak, pregnancy, breakups, alcohol, questionable life choices, evasion of child support, messiness, drama, medical talk

      NANAMI ➵ GOJOU ➵ TOJI ➵ SUKUNA ➵ EPILOGUE

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cw pregnancy mention, gojo has a daughter, minors dni

Satoru has a fussy one-month-old in one arm and a cold bottle of pumped breastmilk in the other. 

It’s the dead of night, somewhere between 2 and 3 am, and it’s been just a little over three hours since you last fed the little bundle of joy, but she’s especially squirmy at this moment, and your husband has swooped in to collect her before she can wake you fully. It’s been a rough past few weeks, especially for you between recovering from a not particularly easy birth and dealing with the expansion of your little family from two to three. Gojo may have wished with every ounce of power that he could make your life easier - if he could have had the baby himself he absolutely would have - but he can only do so much. 

And he does everything he absolutely can. 

Bouncing her gently in his left arm, he sets up the bottle warmer, then leans on the counter to rock your daughter slowly back and forth. He has about six minutes to burn as he waits for the milk to be ready, and considers returning to your bedroom to glance over at you as you sleep. You’d been truly exhausted, loosely clinging to his neck as he moved you from the couch to tuck you into bed, murmuring his name and a sleep-softened word of thanks. It’s a relief so small that he offers you and yet you’re always so grateful, even with your eyes closed and barely conscious.

He loves you so much. 

Your little girl is so tiny in his arms but her weight in his hands is something incredible. She’s quieter now, still bundled warmly, and Gojo holds her with two hands to take her in fully, as he does so often these days. Clear blue eyes mirror his and wisps of white hair peek from under one of the many hats his students knitted for her. Despite the fact that she is his spitting image, he still finds it so hard to believe that she truly belongs to him. 

Him. He is her father. She is his. He is hers.

Her gaze at him is so focused sometimes that it feels almost like a challenge but his heart swells the longer he looks at her. He kisses her forehead then holds her close to his chest.

An alert goes off and he picks up the now warm bottle to test it on the back of his hand, then moves to the living room to feed her. 

His daughter closes her eyes as she drinks but Gojo cannot take his eyes off of her. He hums as she suckles and strokes at her cheek every so often with his thumb. She favors him so much in appearance but he’s constantly searching for you in the baby’s features, and he always finds it. You are her mother after all. 

There’s a saying that men who have a lot to prove are blessed with daughters, and at least in this case, it is proven to be true. He promises with every fiber of his being that he will be so very good to her and of course, to you.

jake sully gripping your ass as support while he thrust

incognithot (aizawa x student! reader)

♥ pairing: aizawa x fem!reader

♥ wc: 1,448

♥ synopsis: You're Aizawa's problem student. During Halloween, you dress up in a costume that hides your identity and get fucked by him.

tw: teacher-student relationship, age gap, reader is 18, daddy kink, choking, unsafe sex, alcohol, dubious consent (alcohol involved), fingering

Just the thought of going out with your girls to celebrate Halloween and getting fucked by your teacher, Aizawa, in the restroom of some bar while you're wearing a costume and he's too drunk to notice it's you.

It's Halloween, and you use the occasion as a chance to dress up as a slut, of course, opting for a tight, black tube dress and high heels that are definitely brought together by the cheap cat ears you stole from your bestie and the shitty nose and whiskers your friend drew on you while half-drunk. You slap on a venetian-styled mask, hoping to maybe elevate your trashy couture a little bit. It doesn't, but it at least hides your identity pretty efficiently when aided by the mirage of night time.

He is the last person you expect to see in the bar, dressed up as Dracula too, and you're glad that your girlfriends aren't part of the hero course, because it would be pretty embarrassing to confess how horny you are for your teacher, and have been for a long time. Usually, you wouldn't even bother saying hi to him in public, already knowing that he would probably just choose to ignore you or just sigh at you for daring to bother him outside of class.

But tonight, you're brave, sexy and most of all, drunk as hell, so you don't think twice of approaching him and hitting him with some random joke about vampires, probably an awful one considering how unimpressed he looks, but it's enough to distract him from the group of people he was hanging out with. You are glad you don't recognize any of them, so you can embarrass yourself with a little bit more freedom. You expect him to sigh when he realizes who you are, maybe entertain your bullshit a little bit and then tell you to go do your homework, but he doesn't. You quickly realize why: He doesn't recognize you. Holy shit.

You don't quite remember what the hell you blab about, and he probably doesn't either, because he spends most of the conversation just looking you up and down, which makes you nervous, as it could either mean that, option A, he is starting to realize who you are, or option B, he is checking you out. You don't know which one makes you dizzier.

You get your answer when he wraps his arm around your waist at some point, pulling you closer, his intoxicating cologne now invading all your senses, as he pretends to laugh at some dumb joke you spouted. He is pretending to laugh. He is pretending, so he can get on your good side. So he can fuck you. It makes electricity go right into your clit, your pussy throbbing around nothing. You look up at him, starry-eyed, absolutely enamored with your handsome teacher, too drunk to realize what you're getting yourself into.

He whispers something in your ear, about wanting to get some privacy with you, talk more quietly. You agree enthusiastically, but are surprised when instead of leading you outside, he drags you into the restroom.

It happens.

Him pinning you against the wall and kissing you desperately, probably thinking you're just some hot slut he picked up at a bar rather than one of his students. You roll your eyes back at feeling of his tongue in your mouth, the taste of whiskey and nicotine quickly flooding your senses as you remember the fact that this is the same man who scolded you for smoking during breaks, who scrunched his nose and told you this was a disappointment coming from you. The same man who grabbed your wrist and made you drop the cigarette when you refused to do so.

The same strong hands now groping you desperately, slapping your ass and making it jiggle. You hug his neck with your arms, standing in your tippy toes as he has fun squeezing you, pinching you, abusing you as much as he wants, because in his mind, you're some whore who is going to let him do whatever he wants.

Him sliding a finger into you and loving the way you arch your back and moan at the intrusion, both in pain and pleasure, a smug smirk trailing on his lips as he sees you struggle to even take a mere finger. Making a nasty comment about how you feel like a virgin, about how he's going to wreck you and stretch you out real good, about how pretty sluts like you are begging for it. It makes your stomach flip, both from fear and arousal, as your mind struggles to process this side of him. You almost feel attacked at the rough treatment, wondering what you did to turn the barely interested man back in the bar into this mean, obscene version of himself, but then you realize it's because you look so fucking hot he can't stop himself. In his eyes, you're some dumb, young bitch he's going to use tonight.

He kisses your neck while he fingers your pussy, struggling to even get halfway in there, having to use the full strength of his arm to bury knuckle deep into you. Your eyes roll back into your head as your lips part open, breathless. He plants wet, sloppy kisses on your neck, and the prickling of his beard against his neck reminds you that you're being fingered by your goddamn teacher, who always refuses to give you the 10% in your final grade because of your "rebellious" behavior. You bite your lip, heart beating wildly, tangling your fingers in his long hair as he sucks a hickey into your throat, and wonder what the fuck is wrong with you.

You know he is very much drunk when he doesn't bother with protection, instead choosing to turn you around, pin you against the wall and bully his raw cock into your tight pussy. You want to object at this, but he slaps a hand on your mouth, and for the first time in the night, you feel a twinge of fear run down your spine. Would it be a bad time to make a joke about how you're disappointed in him? Before you can make the decision, you squeal at the sensation of his fat cock head stretching you painfully, bigger than anything you ever had before. He grunts, frustrated at the tight fit, as he forces the entirety of his thick cock inside you, inch by excruciating inch as you do your best to accommodate your dear teacher. You always imagined him to be big when he would star in your wet dreams, but you never imagined him to be this...overwhelming.

He fucks you slowly at first, enjoying the way your plump ass jiggles when he thrusts into you. You moan sweetly, hypnotized by the way the pain slowly becomes sticky pleasure, as you push your hips back, meeting his thrusts rhythmically, and you realize this is probably the first time you two have ever agreed on anything. He is always too busy scolding you for shit, acting like a disapproving dad. You giggle dumbly, as the words escape your lips before you can calculate them, "Nngh, harder, daddy."

Everything suddenly stops.

You blink, slightly sobered now, wondering if you freaked him out, or even worse, made him realize who you really are. What an unfortunate epiphany to have while being balls deep inside you. You slightly turn around, concerned, but a hand on your head forcefully pins you against the wall again.

Out of nowhere, he picks up the pace, it's brutal enough to make the cubicle shake. His hand viciously wraps around your throat, pressing down on your windpipe hard enough to take away any oxygen going into your lungs. Your eyes widen as he starts fucking you at a brutal pace, shifting your body so he can put your leg on his shoulder and fuck you even deeper. Your other leg dangles on the air, as he now effortlessly uses you as a little sex doll, and the mere thought of you is enough to push you into the hot, white edge. You moan a loud, obscene "Oh fuck, dadddyyyyyy~" as you cum, the waves of pleasure hitting you like a truck.

Your walls flutter and squeeze around his cock, pushing him into his own orgasm, as he finishes with a brutal thrust, and a broken grunt. You feel yourself being filled up your teacher's hot, warm cum, shot inside you one, two, three times, painting your insides white. You almost cum again at the exquisite feeling and the thought of being accidentally knocked up by Aizawa.

Drunk in the post-orgasm haze, and still as stupid as ever, you wonder if this will finally force him to give you that extra 10%.

i see you, and i trade all you this

Omg your Madara posts are soo satisfying, Can you plz do Uchiha Sasuke nsfw links too :)

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Warning ⚠️: Contains graphic material, rough sex, 18+, MDNI. Also if you are uncomfortable with this, do not interact.

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😩🥵🔞 SASUKE🔞🥵😩

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Even though he has trouble showing people his emotions, don't let him deceive you. This man is crazy about sex.

Sasuke is the kind of man who enjoys having hot, passionate sex with you. He will treat you like his princess in public, but will bang you hard and rough all while degrading you like a slut at home.

As he is away for long periods of time due to the missions that are assigned to him, when he's back home, he will dick you down every chance he gets, irrespective of the time of the day and the surroundings.

You both have done it everywhere, the hokages office, in the dark corner of the alleyway behind the school and even at Naruto's place.

He's always hard. If he is not working, all he can think about is pumping you full with his cum. He loves fucking you, watching your face go dumb with all that pounding.

When you are at home, you are not allowed to wear any underwear or clothes that he can't rip off immediately.

Watching you in skimpy clothes, your ass and tits jiggling with every step you take, turns him on beyond your imagination. He will either finger your pussy or finger your ass. Sometimes he'll just pinch your clit till you come, squirting your juices all over the floor.

Any chance he gets,his dick will be inside your pussy breeding you. He loves the thought of you fat and pregnant with a baby and will suck on your boobs till they are raw and sensitive, as a practice for future.

He loves when you deep throat him. He'll hold your hair and make you choke on his dick repeatedly till you drink his cum, swallowing all of it without spilling a single drop on the floor.

You are not allowed to masturbate. If you want help, you need to go to him. He'll help you by fingering your pussy so hard, that you leave his room whimpering, you pussy satisfied with pain and pleasure.

He knows all your spots, and knows how to reach them. He loves it when your legs shake with all the pleasure. Even though your pussy is sensitive, he will repeatedly hit your cervix, bruising it and make you cum over and over again.

He loves it when he comes back home and you are sitting on the sofa, your pussy spread for him, all wet, and your leg spread out, looking like a tasty meal. He'll ravish your pussy. He'll first eat you out, sucking the life out of your clit, making it hard. Then he'll tongue fuck you while one his hands keep rubbing your clit furiously. He'll rail you the whole night, first in missionary, then in doggy style hitting all the good spots. Then he'll take you anally, his one hand choking you while three fingers are inside you pussy, pumping you. The pressure of having both your holes filled is too much for you. Before you know it, you are squirting all over him. Even though your pussy is super sensitive, he won't stop. He'll pound into you, cumming inside your pussy over and over again until his cum is leaking out of both of your holes.

If you act like a brat, he might use clamps on your nipples and clit to teach you a lesson.

You are nothing but his pathetic little fucktoy, his slut that he'll use to revive the Uchiha clan.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Toji Fushiguro x cow girl! reader

Content Warning: dub-con, toji often scolds you for being dumb, reader is innocent and dumb, cow hybrid, dumbification, lactation kink, degradation, public humiliation, master/pet relationship, pet play, fell in love, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mating press, non-consensual spanking, (slight) non-consensual milking, jealousy, possessive behavior, mentioned selling you to the farm, mentioned the possibility of non-con (consequences of selling to the farm)

Note: finished! I've been writing for at least a month? at first toji and cow girl were just some stupid and horny thoughts of mine. i didn't expect it to end up being fic. thank you very much to the friends who voted for this fic <3

Summary: after saving you from the farmer, Toji decides to keep you as his personal milk machine.

Minors DNI

All animals that do not belong to humans may become stray animals, not only cats and dogs. During midday news on a TV station, he heard about stray cows. The news anchor reported that some volunteers had brought the cows back to the conservation organization for adoption. They winked innocently and were bottle-fed by volunteers in their arms. But Sorcerer Killer had no interest in helping stray animals, and the stray cow sounded stupid, so he turned off the TV. At that time, Toji was about to set off to complete a commission, and the client wanted him to kill a sorcerer who was in the way and transfer a large sum of money in advance.

The only difficulty in this mission is that the target lives in the countryside. There is no other route. Even though Toji offered a reward, they were unwilling to kill someone who lived in such a remote place. Toji could only take a few hours' train ride to that little village and then blast the target's head off in seconds. He cursed at the customer and the village, planning to buy something before going back to the city. As he passed the paddy fields, he heard some faint cries.

"Moo-moo...!"

This sound is so unusual. Toji turned his head, and sure enough, a bearded middle-aged farmer tied you with twine- your head had a pair of tiny horns and cow ears. Perhaps knowing the fate of being sold, you whimper and struggle, waving the tail off your ass, trying to attack the person who will sell you. Is it a stray cow? The farmer grumbles - oh, he's saying: since you've eaten his fruit, you should be obedient. It seems you have been deceived by humans, thinking that they didn't need anything in return.

Stupid cow girl. He thinks. Looks like you're going to be sold to the farm to be milked and maybe locked up into a pillory and fucked or something.

Speaking of milk.

"Hey." A malicious smile spread across his face. Toji turned sideways and consulted with the farmer. "That one is quite lively. What's the price?"

"Are you a visitor here? When you want to keep a pet cow, there are many things to be careful about." The farmer slapped you roughly on the ass, and then pulled your tail to prevent any kind of run away. In pain, you mooed in a low mood, staring at the bad guys negotiating prices as if there was a lake hidden in your eyes. "But I haven't taught this cow yet. If you need it, we have a lot of obedient cows on our farm..."

"I want this one," Toji pointed at you, "how much?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the farmer seemed to sincerely quote a price - a large amount, which was not the accepted market price of the cow girl in the pet store. "If you want something cheaper, I'll give you another discount."

"Good." The killer took out a black pistol from the void and loaded it. "Give her to me."

-

The accidental killing didn't ruin his day. After blowing the man a few nice holes, Toji gave you a cold look. You screamed at the sudden blood and gunshots, but you knew there was a good guy in front of you, and you had to repay him. So, after you feel your breathing calm down, you run to him, gently rub against him with the ear above your head, hug his trousers, and try your best to express your gratitude.

"Can't you speak human words?" Toji lowered his head and pulled your horns. You moo in pain, he scoffed. "Stop the fucking mooing. It's fucking stupid. A stupid cow girl."

Your eyes glow with confusion.

"I'm worse than him," the assassin threatened, expecting to see your fear in return. "I'm taking you home now as my personal milk machine. If you dare to escape, I'll sell you to the farm to have babies and milk you, okay?"

You only vaguely understood "home," so a smile spread across your face. You pounce on the master. "Moo!"

"What a stupid cow," he muttered, patting you.

-

Toji buys a return ticket for the train, but he doesn't need to buy another one for you, just a tiny surcharge for bringing a pet - a naive little thing like you, with no status in society.

He holds your hand, and you look around; technology is strange. The train attendant whispered about your cuteness, stroked your head, and gave you dessert. Usually, stray cows are found naked, but you wear a skirt that is not the correct size. He doesn't know if it was given to you by someone or you found it in the garbage, but this one just barely covers your butt. Once you stand on tiptoe, everyone can see your view. But the hostility of the attendant disappeared under the explanation, "this is a newly picked cow." While getting out of the car, one of them reminds him that he has to go and buy new clothes, food, and a bell.

However, the owner is not so kind to you. Once out of the car, Toji scolds you and warns you not to smile at strangers or accept food from them, and you nod a little aggrieved.

Toji doesn't really want to go to the pet hospital, but considering the trouble it will cause later, he still takes you there. In addition, he had heard about some underground hospitals from some customers before, and the prices were much cheaper. When you get to the hospital, you think you're going to be sold, and seriously, you're a little idiot. You whimpered and grabbed his hand, not wanting to leave him. Then in front of everyone's face, you were forcibly stripped naked. The nurse washed you clean and praised you for being a good girl. You were tame during the examination, and the process went smoothly until the doctor pulled out a needle. It was sharp and dangerous to you, and you mooed and cried. Toji puts you on his lap and spanks you before grabbing your tail to finish the injection. Unexpectedly, your health is largely normal, with just a few weeks of recuperation, some vitamins, and medication. It's a miracle considering you've been wandering and hiding all these years. Before leaving, the doctor gave him a meaningful smile and told him that he would only need seven days of care to start milking and two weeks to breed. Of course, most cow girls are spoiled by their masters.

He bought a cowbell that can track your location on the way back. It wobbles with your footsteps, jingles around your neck, reminds those around you that you already have an owner, and sends your location to his phone every minute. It should be humiliating, but you love it, super love it. You think the bell sounds nice and looks shiny, and more importantly, it means you're Toji's cow.

-

Toji raises you with conditions, but you don't understand. A naive calf like you is destined to be ravaged. There are so few words you can learn, though, that you remember his name after hearing it once. The most common thing that comes out of your mouth is "Toji," with matching words to express some simple sentences, such as "Hungry," "Like," and "No."

Toji keeps some cushions in the apartment as a place for you to sleep. At first, you jump onto the bed with him and squeeze into his chest, desperate to be with him. A cow doesn't sleep in a bed; you're just a milk machine. How could he possibly spoil you? Toji puts you back on the cushion and locks the door every time. Even though you whimpered and picked the lock, he wouldn't open the door. After a few days, you understand that this is the master's rule - you sleep peacefully on the soft cushion and grab the cushion for warmth.

You did add a different color to his life. Every morning, you wake up smelling the smell of food. You're usually on the ground, humming and eating a bowl of fruit and veggies, pouting your butt to reveal your cotton panties, and wiggling your cute cow's tail. You also love watching TV. You're scared by the light and sound machine and hide behind him at first, but you'll be watching episodes and animations in front of the screen now. However, cow girls in those shows are constantly bullied by strong and mean guys. Whenever these episodes are played, you always hold his arms tightly like Toji is better than them. When he's not at home, you'll also do some of the easiest jobs, help clean windows and floors, and be a housekeeping calf. You tend to be too hardworking but don't know how to solve complex problems.

In the shower, Toji checks your breasts. Maybe it's because you didn't have any milk in your breasts because of a previous life. In the next few days, your breasts gradually became rounder and enlarged a few sizes, so you can imagine the rich stock inside. By the seventh day, your areola is swollen and painful, and you don't need any squeeze, and the white milk has come out of the tip. You whimpered and said "pain" and "milk," asking him for help, wanting to be released.

Obviously, you have become a healthy and lovely cow.

You thought Toji - your master, would help you; however, the first thing he did was tie your hands behind your back and forbid you to have any possibility of touching yourself. Toji tells you it's a necessary preparation, but you don't understand it at all, so you just moo, whine, and endure under his touch.

On the ninth day, the enormous amount of milk stored causes dull pain in your back. What you don't understand is why your lower body is sometimes wet. You check in front of the mirror and see that it's covered in sparkling liquid, and the swollen petals open slightly. Your thighs rub against each other, trying to ease the feeling, but the torment only intensifies when you miss your master.

What Toji sees is just such a lovely scene - you're sitting on the couch sobbing silently, a pair of cow ears shaking, your hands firmly tied behind your back, accentuating the shape of your boobs, and your occasional spill of milk is wetting cloth.

"What's wrong, little idiot?" Toji asked knowingly. Maybe the preparation for milking was enough, but he still wanted to bully you a little more. Your fat tears flow, sniffles, and it's a complete mess. "Pain...it hurts...Toji..."

"Then what do you want me to do? In your words." He guided.

"...I-I don't know..."

"Don't fucking pretend. Tell me what you did to yourself," Toji snapped, feeling the pain in his crotch. You shrunk timidly. "...Sorry! I-I never, Master...I don't know..."

Never been like this? So this is your first milking? You're too fucking sweet to the world and to him.

"You don't know? You're so fucking stupid. I'll teach you now."

Where else could he find such a precious treasure as you? He frees you from your bondage. Before stretching your sore joints, he rips the cloth off your chest. You let out an exclamation, still waiting for the Master's teaching. Under his rubbing, the cream flows from the tip of your chest, bringing some mild electric shocks, and the familiar heat flows back to the lower body.

"This is your milk." His thick fingers dipped in some milk, then shoved them into your stupid mouth, grabbing the soft, wriggling tongue, and the sweet taste spread in your mouth. "Delicious, huh? But only stupid girls keep swollen with milk. From now on, you have to provide milk to the master every day, you know?"

Two days of waiting pushed you to the limit, your mind seemed to melt, and you could only let out some faint moans. In the fog of consciousness, you still miss the master, but he is not satisfied with it. "Answer me." Toji patted your tit casually as a reminder. "...Um...Ah!!...Tojiiiii...!" Unexpectedly, you screamed, arching your back, shaking all over, your toes stretched out, and some milk sprayed onto his chest.

"...You orgasm? cum just by being milked? You're such a mess." Toji snorted. He originally planned to allow you to orgasm while he was fucking you. As punishment, he doesn't wait for you to take a break from your first orgasm; then, he sucks carefully and rubs the other breast roughly. Sweet. It was sweet milk that poured into the mouth, and it was pretty smooth. Toji has never tasted better milk than this, and he knows it's your undiscovered, natural milk. The realization just made him harder - the bulge of his crotch rubbed against your soaked panties.

Still, he doesn't stop there. Your unsolicited orgasm doesn't stop him from fucking you. Toji ripped open your panties. You are again startled by the master's power among the messy whimpers and moans. He pushed aside the soggy fold, found the little clit waiting to be ravaged, and circled it with his thumb.

Like being hit by a sudden spring of lightning, the pleasure spreads from the position of the clitoris. You have never experienced such a feeling. All you can do is scream his name - your master, your beloved master. It's harder for him to hear your clingy mouth repeating his name. He moves his tongue from your milk and flicks the nipple with his finger, another little squirt and screaming - but you haven't orgasmed this time.

His round and thick cock dipped a little liquid and slowly sank into your shrinking wall. A little pain stretched out from the unexplored place, but the overwhelming flood of bliss overshadowed it. This is the master's dick. The one from the master is twitching in your stomach. Is this possible? Comfortable - so comfortable. Master...Toji...you wrap your arms around Toji's neck as his heavy balls slap your ass and your aching ass buried in the sofa. The couch rattles with each rough push, forcing you to moan invitingly petting.

Toji was only going to take care of the need during the milking session, but he enjoyed it so much - the tight little pussy squeezed his cock perfectly as he rammed and ravaged your sensitive flower core. He's now wondering why he didn't fuck you earlier and force you to offer him milk and take away your innocence forever. Really, it would be a waste if you belonged to the farm. Luckily you are his own pet cow. When you're going to be fucked, when you're going to be milked, it's all up to him.

Your eyes are out of focus, and your body is shaking and shaking with the beat of being fucked, muttering his name and words that you don't understand. It seems that you have reached the limit. And his wide cock sinks down to your cervix, stretches your thighs, and keeps pounding relentlessly loud slaps.

"Take it, my stupid girl. I'm going to fill your pussy with cum."

The seeds erupt on your cervix. The warm sensations that take over your core, the realization that your master fills up with cum, makes you spasm around his cock. His balls squeeze against your inside, making sure the twitching wall absorbs every seed drop.

"Toji..." You looked at him innocently, with exhaustion and aftertaste after orgasm.

He stared at your slightly open, lovable lips... and kissed.

-

Life is sweet and comfortable, and with Toji protecting you, you don't have to worry about anything.

Soon after, what Toji ordered arrived. That's a machine specially designed for cowgirls. He locks you in the machine every morning, watching your tits squeezed and the sweet milk pumped out of the transparent pump. That's an evil machine, really. In the process, the device first finds the position of the nipple and then attacks, sucks, and massages your sensitive breasts. Toji takes off your panties and fucks your pussy with fingers while you sob and moo during this process. Depending on his mood, he might fuck you after this or just leave you behind, and he does something else.

Master isn't just bullying you. He actually takes good care of you. Toji makes sure you're always full and sometimes rewards you with a delicious piece of strawberry cake, and you gleefully lick the strawberry juice and cream from his hands. You haven't tried starvation since you came here. Once, Toji took you around a big and beautiful place; you bit his sleeve and wanted a toy, so he bought you a little plush cow. Today, she is your little friend, sleeping and eating with you.

Toji even takes you out. On weekends, Toji puts on collars, bells, and suspenders skirt on you, and you know it's a sign you can play. Before going out, you often jumps upon his chest in excitement to demand the petting. He touches your head and horns.

However, your play is limited to rolling, running, and swinging on the grass. Toji tells you that making friends is terrible because they will put bad ideas into your little head. He takes you away whenever you look envious at the little pets rolling around in the park.

In a peaceful life, there are occasionally some tiny waves. Looking back now, you still hate the guy called "Neighbor." On this day, you follow the master's instructions and go to the kitchen to clean. The doorbell rang as you wiped the walls. Must be the master! All thoughts light up like holiday lights. You happily run to open the door, but it's an unfamiliar face. A man with a kind look.

"…Hello, miss, are you the only one at home? Is Mr. Fushiguro there?" This is a stranger. What should you do? Toji told you what to do, but- but… you don't remember…Your head down, confused. "...means…Toji?"

"That's right. Is he at home?" He smiled and said again after a while. "Um… cow girl, you look cute."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked your cheek. You blink and stare at him, looking a little dull. You have no experience with people, so you don't know how to respond.

"What the fuck are you doing to my pet?"

Familiar and sinister voice, with devastating rage. Master! The neighbor fled after stammering an apology. Your eyes lit up, and you threw yourself into his arms as always, but Toji grabbed you by the horns roughly, like the first day he met you.

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Pleading is the only thing you can do. A century had passed, but the master's slapping still didn't stop. Toji spreads your legs to maintain your shameful position of exposing your little pussy. You know decent cow girls can dress now, and they only get spanked when they make a mistake - even though you don't understand the complex concept, the humiliation does burn in your heart.

"…Ma-master…I'm sorry! Forgive me…Moo…!!…It hurts…"

The skirt and panties have been brought down to your knees to ensure there are no coverings to mitigate the penalty. Stern slaps are waving, and a blistering and painful sensation is burning your cheeks. "Fucking little slut." He stopped, fingering your pussy. "How did I tell you? Don't talk to strangers. Where did you put my words? Do you want to be fucked by a man you don't know? Is that so?"

You sniffed and shook your head. Fear freezes inside you as soon as you think of someone other than Toji doing that to you.

"Do what you want. I don't care. Get out of here."

You grabbed his trousers and begged for forgiveness, with little promises of loyalty in your mouth. Despite this, the master ignored it and gave you a stern look before slamming the room's door.

-

You squatted in front of the master's room and sobbed, burying your face in your knees, still aching in your ass covered by the pretty little skirt. You do not care. Your mind is full of how to get Toji's forgiveness. As soon as you think that he may never forgive you or throw you out of the house, there is a strange feeling in your heart.

Is it pain? You stroked your chest, nothing happened here, but you felt the pain, like a tangled stuffed toy, like you accidentally touched the hot water in the kitchen. More than pain, more than that…

The TV in the living room has not been turned off. Toji sets program reminders for you to automatically switch channels as soon as your favorite show's broadcast time arrives. You don't want to watch it right now…but one of the character's lines catches your attention-

"…Why-why…you always bully me…."

You stared at the TV with tears in your eyes. It was a crying cow girl next to her bully. You hate that guy; that's the bad guy! For some reason, the guy didn't lift her skirt as usual to show others.

"…Okay, don't cry…." The man said uncomfortably. "…Because, because I like you…you're so cute…I can't help but want to bully you…."

...Like.

You covered your restless chest, is this feeling called "like"? Right. You like the master. Your master. Toji.

-

The knocking stopped gradually. You little idiot, you don't even know why he's jealous. His favoring and punishing you mean nothing at all.

Toji opens the door, intending to prepare dinner for you and re-discipline you, but when he searches the whole house and can't find you, he gritted his teeth - where did you go? You are an obedient calf who never tries to go out on your own. Damn, he shouldn't be mad at you. You probably thought you were going to be thrown away.

He took out his mobile phone from cursed spirit's mouth to check the location information, but you didn't wear a bell this time. Where did you go? Park. Playground. Supermarket. There is no trace of you in these places. He's starting to feel like you've been kidnapped. Little things like you. The result of being caught is being milked by that kind of perverted farm.

These all explain why when Toji finally finds you in the back garden of his house, he wants to put you on his lap again. And you, not knowing how much trouble you have caused your master, just stuffed him with the hidden strawberry, which is your treasure. He knew what happened to the mysteriously disappearing fruits at home now.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He doesn't mind showing all the neighbors seeing you get spanked now.

"…This is a gift…." You didn't dare to look at him. "…Don't be mad…and…I like you…I like-like the master…."

"…I like Toji…."

Toji was silent for a while, then took your bag of strawberries, which were a little rotten. What's the use of hiding? You really are a fool. He raises you with the other hand, you sit on his arm, and you just wink innocently.

"Okay, but these are no longer edible. Shall we prepare your dinner now, pretty girl?"

-

A few nights later, you rubbed your eyes and prepared to sleep obediently, but the master stopped you.

"Hey, princess, didn't you say you want to sleep in the bed? Come up."

With starlight in your eyes, you jumped onto the bed excitedly. Soft. It's softer than you've ever experienced and has the faint scent of your master. You snuggle tightly to Toji's chest, talking to him about your chores, and he compliments you on how good a girl you are. You giggled, feeling like you've had a good dream.

Sometimes, Toji recalls the day he met you. He lied to you then, and he lied to himself. He didn't want a milk machine. He thinks you look cute and doesn't want you to be caught by that scumbag. Sometimes, he wonders what his life would be like if he never took that commission and never found out about your existence, and then he will find out how much you have changed his life. He couldn't say those words when he faced you, and then he called you stupid. Although he doesn't want to admit it, you are his favorite cow girl.

╰┈➤Muzan x Reader series

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