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Nymphomaniac (2013) dir. Lars Von Trier.

♱ 𝐑𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 Keisuke Baji x Reader: 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

Keisuke was right about you two receiving a lecture from your grandmother. As soon as you stepped down the stairs, you were sat down at the table along with the raven haired man, though two chairs away from him upon your grandmother's order. The elderly woman wasn't even looking at either of you, preferring to stir the bubbling stew while she preached the importance of modesty and averting one's gaze. “I expect you to dress modestly from now on” demanded the elderly woman “And I expect you to drop your tough guy attitude, Keisuke. This isn't how your mother raised you” You watched the ravenette nod from the corner of your eye. Satisfied with the lack of talk back, your grandmother turned around, a cherry smile playing on her lips as she placed two bowls of hot, steaming stew in front of you and the quiet man.

The remainder of the day remained relatively uneventful: your mother drove home, officially handing over the caregiver position to you. “Remember, if it gets too much for you, you can always call me” she offered, her hands firmly holding your shoulders as she looked at you ”I know your grandmother can be a lot to handle. If you ever feel overwhelmed, call me, and we'll find a substitute " "No” you vehemently shook your head, unwilling to back down anytime soon “I promised you to take care of her for as long as I could, and I am going to keep that promise. You didn't raise a quitter” A small smile played on her lips, satisfied with your determination “You're right, I didn't raise a quitter” were her last words before she took her leave. 

[chokes self] ITS HERE. ITS HERE NOBODY MOVE ITS HEREEEEEEE

two big, meaty hands grip your sides, blunt nails digging in hard enough to where you’re sure bruises are already forming and marring your soft skin. he slams you back onto all eight inches of his cock, and his pupils expand as your ass jiggles and you squeal, “toji!”

his name sounds so perfect on your glossy lips, like a damn hymn.

“this is what ya wanted, right?” toji doesn’t even bother with waiting for a response from you — he already knows the truth.

why else would you always tell him “good morning, mr. fushiguro!” with that bright, pretty smile and big, round eyes or offer to babysit megumi in those dangerous scraps of fabric you call shirts and skirts, matching lacy pink bra showing from your low-cut top and panties peeking out whenever you bend over to pick up a fallen pencil?

or, the boldest thing his pretty baby has done, fuck some loser so loud that toji could hear it through his bedroom wall? you wanted him to hear your moans, every cry — “mm, harder!” — and whine — “oh, fuck, right there!” —, every muttered praise that couldn’t have been for the peon you were with, but for him, for toji.

and toji hates to disappoint, especially someone as cute as you.

that’s precisely how you ended up where you are now, face down, ass up in his bed, drool dribbling from your open mouth and eyes nearly crossing as he splits you right on open with his monster cock.

your fingers desperately scrabble for purchase against his sheets, acrylic nails digging in as your hips uselessly try to squirm away.

you hadn’t expected your neighbor to be so cruel, either! he’d barely stretching you out before ramming that girthy length into you, leaving your poor hole fluttering and stinging in an attempt to adjust. not that it did much — he’s still much too big, his tip bullying your cervix with every thrust and making you feel impossibly full.

it’s soooo not fair, but you can’t bring yourself to tell him to stop. hell, you can barely think, much less speak.

even if you could, you wouldn’t tell him to. you’ve never felt this good while having sex in your life.

“ungh, mmngh, t-toji—”

a snap of his hips shuts you right up, and toji grins, that sexy scar in the corner of his mouth stretching with his lips. “yer gettin’ what you asked for, but now yer whinin’?” he tuts, and one hand abandons your hip to deliver a harsh smack to your ass. “greedy slut.”

and, no, he doesn’t miss the way you clench down.

“jus’ hold still and take this dick, yeah?”

as if you can do anything else.

each thrust is loud and sloppy and mean, your pussy crying out for more with every lewd squelch. it’s like he wants to plow you through the damn mattress, and god knows you’d let him.

you’d let him do anything.

which is why when he cums, you let him pump you full of his hot seed, every spurt making your overstimulated body convulse. toji doesn’t say anything, either, thinking you’re too out of it to question him.

y’know, megumi has been whining about not having anyone to play with. maybe he’ll get lucky and you’ll give his baby boy a precious little sister <3