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[ID: Photos of an oxidized copper plate, an oxidized copper pipe, and oxidized pennies. End ID]

“let go baby i thought you could handle it?” slapping your cheek choso bit his lips watching the ripple of your brown skin. your body shook, pussy leaking with gooey cream that stuck to your thighs. you clenched trying to hold everything the emo man had just givin you, but it was too much. you felt him tug your body back into position, your back arching naturally and your pussy pushing out more cum on que. your shaky hands gripped the hotel sheets, eyes closing as you felt him stretching your puffy pussy. choso was a grower.

a proud one at that.

he lived for how confident women were right before his cock began to grow. he could never hide the smirk, it was even better when they put him in their mouths and his cock slowly began to make them gag. you were no different, confidence in your walk, and so much so, you said you could ride him.

he got so turned on watching your pretty eyes get big and bigger- with his cock. “c-cho hold on babyyy” your voice quivered. now three rounds later, and five times cumming your pussy was sore. sore, open and wet.

“no matter how much i fuck this pretty pussy, it’s always gonna. be. tight.” choso knocked wind from your lungs. his dick shot out cream, white slimy cream that stuck to your pink walls. even then, his dick didn’t go down - it never would it seemed.

you ass clapped against him, his hands holding your love handles, then one leaving to slap your ass hard, making your skin slightly red. you tighted around him, your face going deep into the covers a scream coming for the depths of your throat. your stomach bubbled, hole clenching to try and not make too much of a mess- but it was choso and you were too full. it was not working.

toji fushiguro who just loves a fat pussy. he doesn't know why. it’s just something about how those plump lips engulf his face as he eat you out. and don't get him started on the way your thick thighs shake as you get closer and closer. he loves being between your thighs. doesn't matter when or where, he’ll find an excuse to bury his face in your cunt. he honestly has to thank you for letting him absolutely munch on the delicacy that’s your pussy. 

a/n: a bit self indulgent cause i’m a big girl who's big everywhere

Toji’s Mandatory Fuck Break

The fluorescent lights of the sleek office hummed overhead as you stepped into your new workspace. It was your first day at this…unconventional firm, and your boss, Toji Zenin, had a reputation that preceded him. A complete man-whore who inherited the Zenin clans name, honor and money.

He leaned against the doorframe of his glass-walled office, arms crossed over his broad chest, green eyes dragging over you like he was already sizing you up. “Come on in. Let’s get the orientation out of the way.”

You followed him inside, taking a seat across from his massive desk. He dropped into his chair, legs spread wide, exuding that effortless dominance. The meeting started normal enough—benefits, expectations, the usual corporate bullshit. Then he slid a thick policy manual across the desk, tapping a highlighted section with one thick finger. “Special addition I implemented myself,” he said, grin widening. “Thirty-minute masturbation break. Twice a day. Mandatory.”

You blinked, no way this fucker was serious,“I’m sorry…what?”

Toji let out a deep throaty laugh, “You heard me, doll. Employees get nice and focused after a good cum. Better quality work. I’ve never had a team this productive. No one’s ever complained.” His eyes gleamed with dark humor as he watched your face heat up.

It was insane. Completely fucking insane. Your cheeks burned as you stared at the page, the words blurring. Masturbation breaks. Like coffee breaks, but…this. You let out a stunned laugh, half-horrified, half-incredulous. “You’re serious? That’s—”

Toji’s laugh cuts you off, as he leans back in his big leather chair watching your jaw practically hit the floor. “Relax, newbie,” he says lazily, “You look like I just told you we’re all walkin’ around with our dicks out 24/7. It’s not that deep.”

He kicks his feet up on the desk, boots knocking over a stapler, and folds those massive arms across his chest. The way his dress shirt strains against his muscles makes it real clear this ain’t your average corporate suit.

“Look, I’ve been in this game a long time. Deadlines pile up, stress builds, people get sloppy. You ever tried focusin’ when your balls are blue and your brain’s fogged up? Nah. Thirty minutes, twice a day—paid, private rooms down the hall with locks and everything. Door says ‘Recharge Time.’ Use it, don’t use it, jerk off to me for all I care. But my numbers don’t lie. Productivity’s up 40% since I rolled this out. Employees leave here drained in the right way.”

Toji tilts his head, eyeing you “So? You gonna stand there lookin’ with your mouth open or you got questions? ‘Cause orientation’s not over till you sign off on the policy handbook. Page 69, ironically enough.”

He stood up slowly, circling around the desk until he towered over you, one hand bracing on the back of your chair. You shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together instinctively. This couldn’t be real. But the way he was looking at you, like he could see right through your professional facade as he continued on, “Anyways, rules are rules, sweetheart. And as your boss, I make sure everyone follows ’em properly. Especially on day one.”

Your breath hitched as he walked closer, “Problem?” he murmured, voice dropping lower. One calloused hand brushed your shoulder, thumb tracing the strap of your blouse. “If you’re feeling shy, I can…supervise. Make sure you do it right. Can’t have my best new hire stressed out already.”

You swallowed hard, you were so turned on despite the absurdity. “Toji, this is—”

“Fuckin’ genius, right?” He didn’t wait for more protest. In one smooth motion, he pulled you up from the chair, backing you against the desk. The glass walls gave a faint illusion of privacy, but anyone walking by could see. His body pressed flush to yours, hard muscle and undeniable interest grinding against your hip. “C’mere. I’ll help you with the first one, yeah?”

His mouth crashed down on yours as you gasped into the kiss, hands fisting his shirt as he hiked your skirt up with zero hesitation. Toji’s fingers slid between your thighs, finding you already slick. “Shit, already wet for this?” he growled against your lips, nipping your bottom one. “Knew you’d be fun. Bend over the desk, doll. Boss’s orders.”

You obeyed before your brain could catch up, palms flat on the cool surface as he shoved your panties aside. The sound of his belt buckle and zipper sent a shiver through you. His cock slapped against your ass before he rubbed the fat head through your folds. “Gonna make sure you’re nice and focused for the rest of the day.”

The cool wood pressed into your tits through your blouse, “That’s it, good girl. Arch that back for me.”

Your pussy clenched hard because fuck, this was your first day. Your ass slapped harder against him, feeling the wet slap against you made you push back harder. “Fuuuck, that’s tight,” he groaned, hips snapping harder. “That’s right, fuck yourself back on it,” he growled as one hand left your hip to smack your ass hard making you moan louder.

Fuck you were going to cum hard. You whimpered loudly, thighs shaking as your pussy pulsed and fluttered around him, gushing slick down his length. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded you, spilling out around his cock as he kept grinding through it, milking every last drop.

You folded forward laying plaint against the now messy desk. Turning your head around to look at your now fucked-out boss, you stared at him, legs still trembling, trying to catch your breath. “This…this is really policy?”

Toji just laughed again, that cocky bastard, as he straightened his tie like nothing happened. “Damn right it is. And orientation ain’t over till you sign that handbook.” He tapped the policy manual still sitting on the desk. “After that…well, breaks are flexible. You ever need a longer session or some hands-on supervision, my office door’s always open.”

Welcome to the Zenin company.

it started off innocent. cuddling up against toji on the couch, watching your reality show, laughing with each other when funny commentary dropped—just your usual, lazy friday evening.

but then the entire mood shifted as toji snuck his fingers up to your lips. his fingertips were tracing the outline of your pretty mouth, feeling the plumpness of your lips on his rough skin. not before long, his index and middle finger pushed through, ending up inside of your wet mouth.

“suck on ‘m, doll,” toji whispers, teeth sinking into the outer rim of your ear to gently tug at it, “might give ya a reward if you do, m’kay?”

princess treatment w/ choso ! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

choso is a firm believer that pretty girls like you shouldn’t have to do anything.

it’s not something he’s ever said out loud, not in those exact words, but you see it in the way he kneels at your feet when your evening slippers are pinching, in the way his hands steady your ankles as he slides them off. 

you see it in the careful, reverent way he unties the laces of your dress at night, his knuckles brushing your spine, his breath warm against the nape of your neck.

"cho, i can do that myself," you protest for the hundredth time, reaching for the hairbrush on your vanity. you’ve just returned from a work dinner, your face aching from smiling, your scalp tender from the weight of your responsibilities.

"don't be like that," he says softly, taking the brush from your hand. he’s already behind you, his reflection meeting yours in the mirror. he’s wearing a simple black sweater now, his pigtails undone, but he still looks at you like you’re the only thing in the room worth seeing. "let me help you."

"you’re going to spoil me rotten," you murmur, but you’re already sinking back against him, your eyes drifting shut as he starts working the brush through your hair in slow, even strokes. the bristles scrape gently against your scalp and you make a small, involuntary sound of pleasure.

"that’s the point," he says, his voice low. he sets the brush down and reaches for the cloth and cleansing oil. "you're too beautiful to even lift a finger, baby."

he’s wiping the rouge from your cheeks now, the kohl from your eyes. his touch is so gentle, so methodical, like he’s polishing something precious. you let him tilt your chin up, let him clean away the day’s mask. when he’s done, he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"cmon, bed." he commands. not harshly—never harshly—but with the quiet authority of a man who knows exactly what you need.

you stand, your hand in his, and let him lead you to the mattress. he undresses you slowly, layer by layer, the silk pooling at your feet. when you’re down to your thin shift, he pulls back the covers and tucks you in like you’re something fragile.

"sleep," he whispers.

but you catch his wrist. you’re not sleepy. not anymore. the tiredness has shifted into something else, something warm and heavy low in your belly.

"stay," you plead.

he hesitates. "you’re tired."

"i want you," you clarify, your thumb stroking the inside of his wrist. "but i’m... i’m exhausted. but— but i want you— but i don't want to do anything—"

something dark flickers in his eyes. understanding. hunger. devotion.

"then don’t," he says. he climbs onto the bed, fully clothed, and crawls up your body until he’s hovering over you. "don’t do anything. don’t even think. just let me make you feel good."

Satoru can't believe you can take his entire cock!

Like, down to the hilt. He's grown so used to being too big for the women he sleeps with that he knows to expect it.

But then you come along, straddling his lap and sinking down, down, down onto his thick length until your ass rests flush against his thighs, whimpering at the overwhelming fullness once you reach the base. As your walls flutter around him, he genuinely considers proposing on the spot.

Satoru doesn't know where to keep his eyes; on how your tight cunt stretches so desperately around him, and the creamy ring already forming at the base of his cock?

Or maybe on your round tits, watching them bounce up and down as you make up the courage to slowly ride him, hips lifting and lowering cautiously.

His favorite sight though, without a doubt, is that pretty face of yours contorted in pleasure; eyes rolled back and teeth biting down hard on your bottom lip in an unsuccessful attempt to contain your outright pornographic whines as you pick up your pace, bouncing on him harder and faster.

He watches intently with his large hands grabbing firmly onto your thighs, your ass, your waist. Anywhere he can touch you. His head leans into your ear, close enough that you can hear his whispered praise. "Jus' like that, baby. Fuck yeah."

And when your movements stall as you clench around him, head thrown back while you ride out the high of your first orgasm, he doesn't waste a moment before picking up where you left off, hips bucking as he thrusts his cock into you instead.

With him in control, his tip reaches even further inside of you, thumping your g-spot with every stroke and making you scream his name. He doesn't hold back either, not now that he knows you can take it. His hands grab your ass, fingers indenting flesh as he guides your hips all the way up before slamming them back down in time with his primal thrusts.

And he watches in awe—mouth agape and staring reverently through half-lidded baby blue eyes as he feels his own release building, and wills his body to hold on a bit longer so as to savor every second spent watching you ride him.

When your dainty hand instinctively flies to your neglected, needy clit, Satoru grabs your wrist, pinning it to his chest while his other hand takes over. He rubs slow, precise circles, the cadence at odds with the feverish pace of his hips thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy.

When he can't hold out any longer, he finishes with his head buried in the crook of your neck, groaning your name into your skin as his cock twitches deep inside of you, firing off thick white ropes of cum. You're right there with him, clenching impossibly tight around him while your body shudders and your nails press crescents into his pale skin.

But one look at you, completely fucked out yet still gazing hungrily at him through fluttering lashes, mischief written all over your face—one look's all it takes for him to imagine you sprawled out under him, on your knees for him, bent over every surface in his lofty house.

Before he can hold himself back, Satoru's kissing you again, white lashes fluttering with excitement when your hands thread through his hair and you kiss him back with just as much zeal before pulling away to ask, "c'mere baby, wanna see if your throat can take all of me too?"

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