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the shithole smells like smoke and expensive liquor, low music humming somewhere in the background while men twice your age talk too loudly around the table, stacks of cash spread out between drinks and ashtrays like its basically nothing.

you feel really out of place.

pretty thing tucked right into tojis lap while he sits leaned back in his chair like he owns the room, one thick arm wrapped around your waist, hand planted heavy against your thigh to keep you still whenever you shift nervously.

he didnt even hesitate about bringing you in with him. the second you quietly suggested waiting in the truck, his head snapped toward you immediately.

"the hell you are," he muttered, "aint leavin you out there by yourself."

your warm in his lap, cheeks hot every time one of the men glances your way before immediately looking somewhere else when toji notices.

his grip tightens every single time like he barely realizes hes doing it.

"...numbers aint addin up." he says low, voice rough as he flips through the money with one hand while the other stays on you the entire time. "you tryin to play with me or what?"

one of the men laughs nervously.

"cmon toji, its all there."

"dont 'cmon toji' me." he replies flatly.

you shrink a little further into him at the tone, fingers curling lightly into the front of his shirt, and his hand immediately slides slow along your thigh, grounding you without even looking down.

he notices everything about you without trying.

"…you alright?" he mutters finally, glancing down at you for the first time in ten minutes. you nod quickly, still shy under all the attention.

"mhm."

his eyes narrow slightly like he doesnt fully buy it, thumb dragging once across your thigh before his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you more firmly against him.

one of the men across the table makes the mistake of smiling at you for too long, and tojis entire expression hardens immediately, eyes lifting slow from the money to him.

his gaze is flat, cold and mean.

"oi." he says, and thats enough, because the guy looks away fast.

then his hand slides up your back, large and warm, holding you against his chest while he goes right back to business like nothing happened at all, keeping you tucked safely in his lap the entire time.

and then, his hand moves higher, digging into the curve of your ass, squeezing slow and deliberate.

you grip his shoulder, inhaling sharply to stop the squeak that almost left your lips. you stay, trying to keep your expression neutral as he kneads the muscle, his thumb tracing the seam of your jeans.

he does it again, harder this time, then drags his palm down the back of your thigh, grazing the sensitive skin behind your knee.

he glances down at you, noting your expression out of the corner of his eye. he huffs a short, almost silent laugh, the sound meant just for both of you.

its sweet, how you react.

he says something to the men about a deadline, about trust. his hand stops, rests flat on your stomach, his fingers splayed. he leans back in the chair, pulling you with him, and the weight of his palm is the only thing keeping you grounded.

his hand doesnt move again.

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but, some people write him as intensely emotional, which isn't who he is. he's pretty apathetic to most people, except for dex and those who probably give a semblance of family.

he's another person with a personality disorder, not a robot.

"ah—fuck!" megumi whines, pushing his hips against your face. his cock was buried deep in your throat, gagging you softly as you gave him the suck of his life. your mouth was warm, wet, and soft around him.

you pull back, focusing on his tip. its red hot, leaking with so much precum, you whimper softly. his head his thrown back, eyes shut tightly as you lips his tip over and over. it feels too electrifying. friends weren't supposed to do this, but your mouth felt heavenly.

"mm—l-like that—y-yeah." he mumbles softly. your hands grips his base, pumping it softly as you suck his tip. his noises sink into the walls as you pleasure him. his tip was already sensitive from the first time he came, so your tongue on him is much more overwhelming.

"ah—ah—love—ah—your mouth." he opens his eyes to meet yours. the scene below his hot. your mouth on his tip, hand pumping him with a steady pace, eyes on his like you know you're doing well. he closes his eyes again, trying to hold off on cumming, but you look so hot beneath him.

he tangles his fingers in your hair, trying to steady himself even though he doesn't think he can hold on much longer. the feel of your lips and tongue working him is too much to handle. your hand feels perfect around his base, looks perfect too. he can feel the sudden rush coming, and he doesn't pull away from it.

"ah—aaah!—mmph—uhh." he lets out loud whines, hips pushing up towards you as his back arches. he feels pathetic. he shouldn't be enjoying his best friends lips around his cock. he shouldn't be enjoying the way you smile with cum running down your chin, looking at him with a dazed expression. he shouldn't like this, but fuck if he didn't love it.

megumi is having thoughts. you're over for a movie. you're eating your ice cream casually, making sure it doesn't melt anywhere, but megumi can't stop thinking about it differently.

the way your tongue wipes over the cold dessert has his pants growing tight. you don't even notice him, too focused on the movie to realize that he's literally struggling to keep himself controlled.

he shifts on the couch, slowly pulling away from you so you don't see him. he slips a hand under the covers, keeping his eye on you, both to see you lick your ice cream and to make sure you don't notice him.

his hand moves under the waist band of his pants. his cock is hard in his hand, wanting to be set free from his pants. he runs his thumb over his tip and he tries his hardest not to hiss. he's leaking precum everywhere. his tip is so sensitive, even the slightest touch has him seeing white.

he glances at you as you lick your ice cream without a thought. he wishes you were licking his tip instead. he rubs the hot tip with tiny pressure, it feels good, perfect. he lets a soft sigh escape his lips while watching you eat your ice cream.

he moves his hand up to his base, stroking himself and smearing his pre all over. he squeezes his eyes shut, holding back whimpers. he can see you licking your ice cream on the back of his eyelids and he let's out a tiny squeak. he quickly opens his eyes at the sound, looking at you to see if you've noticed, luckily you haven't.

he rubs himself a little faster, making sure you can't tell that he's jerking himself right under the blanket he's sharing with you. it would be embarrassing if you catch him, and he's not willing to explain that you eating ice cream makes him act up.

he picks the speed up a bit, jerking himself off while watching you. his head his thrown back against the backboard of the couch as he stares at you. your eyes are still on the movie. it's a shame really, he wants your attention, your mouth on him, but you like your ice cream and the movie more.

he starts to feel his tightness build up. his eyes squeeze shut as he jerks off faster and harder. he stops paying attention if he's making noise or not, just chasing a high that's barely out of reach.

he opens his eyes again to see you looking at him with a bit of ice cream on the corner of your mouth and it makes him cum. he moans loudly, cum shooting all over his boxers and hand. he whines softly, panting while stroking himself slowly.

you stare at him with shock and visible desire, wanting to taste him now. he keeps his eyes on you, dazed and tired. he doesn't move, letting you stare at his post high state.

then he sees your mouth quirk up at the corner and you're suddenly on your knees in front of him.

pairing: softdom!matt x puppy!reader

summary: you desperately want cuddles but matts busy

warnings: reader is treated like a dog, pet play, fluff

authors note: thank you @keys-onthetable for editing this and I'm sorry if it was awkward 😫

main masterlist

✧ dom!matt, bigdick!matt, size kink, mirror sex, degradation, rough, watching, unprotected, creampie

✧ authors note: hey people…i dont feel very good abt this one but i need to post… (i also need to build a bigger taglist so comment if you want to be tagged)

"look," matt commands, gripping your chin, forcing your eyes to the mirror. "look at how fucking stretched you are around me."

he's got you bent over the bathroom counter, one hand pinning your wrists, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. the mirror is fogged slightly from the shower you'd left running, but you can still see where he's inside you, where your pussy is gripping him, flushed and swollen, taking him deep.

"so fucking tight," he breathes, rolling his hips, grinding deep, watching your face in the reflection. "see that? see how you have to open up for me? how you struggle to take it?"

you whine, nodding, tears streaming welling in your eyes.

"good girl," he praises, snapping his hips forward, making you gasp, making you press against the counter. "taking me so well. so pretty when you sound like this."

he slows down drawing out almost to the tip, before sinking back in, inch by inch, making you feel every vein, every ridge.

"watch," he orders, when your eyes flutter shut. "wanna see your face when i bottom out. wanna see how fucked out you look."

you obey, desperate, needy, and watch in the mirror as he pushes deeper, deeper, until you can feel him in your fucking stomach, and your mouth falls open, eyes rolling back.

"that's it," he murmurs, reaching around, finding your clit with rough fingers. "look at you. stuffed full of me. can barely think, can you?"

"no—" you whimper, and he laughs.

"good." he speeds up, pounding into you now, the counter edge digging into your hips, the mirror shaking with every thrust.

"taking my big dick like you were made for it. like this little pussy was built just for me."

"please," you beg, nails raking down his back, "please, can't, can't take more"

"yes you can," he snarls, fucking you harder, chasing his own release.

"cum on my cock and i'll fill you up. want that? want me to cum deep inside you? you want my babies don't you...look so pretty full of my babies..."

you can't form words anymore, just gasps, whines, the occasional desperate "yes" when he hits that spot that makes your vision blur.

the sound of skin on skin is obscene, wet, slick, the slap of his hips against you, your broken moans, his ragged breathing. he's relentless, fucking you like he wants you to feel him for days.

"gonna cum?" he asks, watching your face in the mirror, your mouth fall open.

"yes, yes, please—"

"beg," he snarls, gripping your hair, pulling your head up, arching your back. "beg me to let you cum. beg me to fill you up."

"please, matt. please let me cum. please cum inside me—"

he groans, losing rhythm, and then he's grinding deep, hot, pulsing, spilling into you with a ragged moan that echoes off the bathroom tiles. you follow, clenching around him so hard he whimpers, sensitive.

he doesn't pull out. stays buried, throbbing, watching in the mirror as his cum spills out around him.

"good girl," he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. soft now, satisfied.