Fay.

your head feels like it’s going to explode with anger. you know toji has the money. you saw him count the bills on his bed just yesterday, when you passed by his room to go to yours.

“yeaaah, sure. gambled it all away, right?”

the usual excuse he uses. you’re sick and tired of hearing that for the nth time. it’s the same story every month. toji’s a lazy bastard; he’s living off your salary at this point. unapologetically.

“yep,” toji yawns, not even attempting to sound convincing, “got that right.”

he knows you’re not going to do anything about it, so he takes advantage of that fact. you’re all bark, no bite. you always tell him that you’re going to kick him out if he doesn’t pay, though you never take the action you swear on doing.

toji has you wrapped around his finger and he knows.

even now, he notices the way you try not to look down at his body. his black shirt is slightly lifted, showing his happy trail that stops at the waistband of his boxers.

the fact that he’s sitting on the couch with his legs spread only makes the sight more appealing.

“well, pack your bags then,” you cross your arms after succeeding into averting your attention to the problem at hand. you point at the door with a nod, “i want you to leave by tonight.”

toji struggles to hold back a chuckle. he’ll play along for your sake and act upset by the situation, knowing you’re about to do nothing of the sort.

the tall man sighs and throws his hands up in defeat, trying to gain some pity, “aw, c’mon. have some mercy on me, yeah?”

you’re the one rolling your eyes this time. you’re not going to be naive about this anymore. you’re not going to fall into his trap.

you stomp your way over to his room and grab the bag he uses for the gym, aggressively filling it with a bunch of his clothes.

“you’re going out,” you hiss as you walk back to your living room. you throw the filled bag at toji’s chest without hesitation. you know that you’re no match to a grown man, but you’re too fired up to care, “out. i don’t need some useless bum like you in my house.”

toji’s grin drops. his jaw clenches as he gets his bag thrown at him. you seem more serious about this than usual. normally, you’d just cuss him out and lock yourself up in your room.

it seems like you’re slowly breaking out of the helpless cycle you were in.

“move it,” you huff.

your patience is wearing thin. you stand close to toji, your legs nearly touching. you’re towering over him as he sits on the couch, which gives you all the needed confidence. although if he were to stand up it’d be the exact opposite.

toji frowns and starts to realise that his usual manipulation tactics will not work. he’s trying to think of other ways to distract you of your current dissatisfaction.

some more… direct ways.

“you don’t mean that,” his low voice turns husky. a real deep tone he only uses when he needs something out of a woman.

toji’s veiny hand moves to the side of your thigh, slowly crawling up your skin while he gauges your reaction. he’s never attempted distracting you in a sexual manner before. perhaps now is the perfect moment to try out if it works.

your breath hitches as you feel his touch on your bare thigh. such a warm touch.

you’re not going to act like toji hasn’t been attractive to you all this time. his cocky attitude is annoying, yes, but the nonchalance is also a huge turn on.

you’re in a daze. your rational mind is screaming at you to kick that man to the curb—to let him suffer the consequences of his actions—but you’re weak. you’ve sworn never to get involved with him intimately. you wouldn’t want to sleep with an asshole like him.

“do not,” your voice is shaky, revealing the truth behind your contradicting words.

you can’t resist him and you’re slowly realising said fact. however, you don’t want to end up as all the other women toji’s charmed with his words and actions.

you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him. that you’d be different. and yet here you are.

“i can repay you in a different way, y’know?” toji hums, his other hand landing on your left thigh. he rubs your plush flesh up and down in a slow manner. his eyes watch yours intently. you’re nervous and it’s painfully obvious to him.

he suppresses a victorious grin, “y’ sure you don’t wanna, princess?”

you’re as weak as they come. toji’s toying with you and you’re allowing it. you’re no different than those women he fucks every other day when he needs something from them. be it money or just stress relief.

you tremble as you feel his fingers graze against the insides of your thighs.

“i take the silence as a yes, hm?” toji chuckles haughtily. he cups the back of your thighs, just below your ass, pushing your body closer to his. you’re standing between his legs and his head is close to your chest.

he looks up at you, “use y’r words f’me, pretty thing.”

your brain stops working. you’re so easy. all toji has to do is call you by those alluring nicknames and you’re all his. his callused fingers stop at the hem of your shorts. they continue to sensually rub the material, inching closer to your clothed cunt.

“say you want it,” toji whispers, his raspy voice making your knees weak.

you want it, but you’re stubborn enough to deny your desires. you’re throbbing, aching and wet for him. your eyes catch a glimpse of the bulge in his grey sweatpants.

“no, i won’t,” you try to keep your dignity, however you’re slowly losing it. it’s inevitable. you’re putty in his hands.

you let out a high pitched whine when toji ‘accidentally’ slides his fingertips back and forth over your clothed pussy, “mgh—okay, okay. fuck—i want you. need you.”

you blurt the words out before you can stop them from leaving your mouth. you silently curse at yourself as you let your bodily desires take over.

you hold onto toji’s broad shoulders, your grip on them so tight that it sends a shiver down his spine.

he knew that you’d give in sooner or later. the dark-haired man watches as you lower your head, placing it in the crook of his neck to hide yourself from him. he coos condescendingly—

“mhmm. tha’s more like it.”

toji wastes absolutely no time to pull your shorts down to your ankles.

he licks his lips, breathing heavily against your bare shoulder. he can’t wait to take this further.

he groans the moment your wetness makes contact with his hand, “shiiittt, she’s fuckin’ wet. bet you dreamt about this.”

your panties are discarded on the floor not a second later. you whine in embarrassment, though still spread your legs. you feel ashamed because of how quickly you gave in to his charms. you thought you’d be different, but alas.

your roommate is one hell of a womaniser.

“y’ think i don’t see those lewd looks you give me?”toji clicks his tongue. his green irises are shining brightly. he enjoys the feeling of your sloppy cunt against his bare hand. his thick fingers rub between your folds, teasing your entrance, “nasty little girl. got me wanting to fuck you silly every single time.”

the desire has been mutual all this time.

you’ve been driving toji crazy since day one. the way you think you’re being subtle when checking him out never fails to make him hard. or when you walk around the apartment in those skimpy clothes—those shorts that define your ass so well.

he’s sure that you are doing it all on purpose. not wearing a bra, staring at him for too long when he comes out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist, sneaking glances at the outline of his fat cock. you’re not as clever as you think you are.

toji finally has you in his grasp and he’s not letting go. he’ll pound you to the mattress, until you’re satisfied and overstimulated.

he’ll get revenge for all those times you’ve (un)intentionally left him hard. all those times you left him sexually frustrated. all those times he had to resort to other things to relieve himself. all those times he had to waste his cum on his hands or on other women.

all those times he couldn’t fuck you—his pretty little roommate.

“you’re a pervert,” you whimper as you feel toji slip two fingers inside you without warning. his eyes nearly roll back from how tight you’re gripping his digits. it’s going to be so worth it once he’s got your pussy wrapped around his cock.

“yeah, but tha’s how you like ‘em,” toji laughs, not taking any offence to the accusation.

he is a pervert when it comes to you and you secretly love it. the squelchy sounds echoing through the living space are all the evidence he needs, “no need to deny it. y’r cunt is doing all the talking for ya.”

you weakly punch his chest at his dirty words. he’s riling you up in both the best and worst ways possible. you moan and your hips shake from pleasure, feeling him curl his fingers up inside you.

you hiccup and try to silence him, “shut up!”

toji loves seeing you deny your own feelings. it gives him so much power over you. also because he knows you’ll come back crawling to him when he’s done. after all, you’re stuck with him. literally.

he’s not leaving this apartment any time soon. not when he’s got a cute roommate like you awaiting him whenever he comes back home.

soon enough, you two end up in his bed.

it smells like him. you’ve only imagined being in this situation. with him on top of you, between your legs, filling you to the brim with his cock. it’s huge—bigger than you thought it’d be. it’s no wonder those other girls come back for more.

you can’t talk anymore. the only noises leaving your lips are moans—signs of the pleasurable sensations rushing through your body. your vision is blurry and all you can think of is this moment that you’ve waited for. to be dicked down by your roommate.

perhaps you’re the pervert here.

“bratty attitude nowhere to be found, keheh,” toji snickers while his hips ram against yours.

flop flop flop—it’s embarrassing how much noise your wet cunt is making. you’re dripping on his sheets while he’s splitting you open. he’s doing it so, so well.

he grabs both your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head, giving you no chance to touch him.

toji pants as his thrusts increase in speed. he can’t keep his eyes away from you. you’re beautiful underneath him like this, on his bed, your body a piece of art he wishes to admire every single night. he smirks, “all you needed was some dick to shut that mouth of y’rs up, huh?”

you’re humiliated by how cheap you made yourself seem. you don’t respond to the man’s words and just wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in.

toji grunts and slaps your thighs with his free hand, surprised by your actions, “fuck—didn’t know my roommate was such a slut in bed.”

your mouth hangs open. you’re sure you’re drooling by now. toji’s voice nearly becomes inaudible with how focused you are on the feeling of his cock. it’s hitting that right spot over and over again, the curve of his pink tip almost kissing your cervix.

“fffnghh, right there!” you moan loudly. you don’t care if the neighbours file noise complaints against you. they should’ve done so before, when toji had other women over.

you remember how many times you had to put your earplugs in because your bastard of a roommate couldn’t keep it down.

the same bastard that’s fucking you so good right now. you can’t recall the amount of orgasms you’ve had already. toji didn’t even cum once and that’s only embarrassing you more. your inability to control yourself is pathetic. maybe not to toji though; he enjoys how easily he can make you spasm and squirt underneath him.

“i got’cha,” toji’s voice turns sweet for a split second once he sees how desperate you are for another mind blowing climax. if he knew you’d be this needy for him, he’d have taken you to bed long time ago.

“need you to say smthing f’me, ‘kay?” toji whispers and bites your earlobe, nibbling on it. his husky voice in your ear is like heaven. it makes you want to listen to whatever he has to say.

you can hear the smirk in his voice when he increases his pace, “say that i don’t need to pay y’ back no more.”

you nearly choke on your own spit. toji is an asshole—manipulating your moment of weakness and vulnerability for his own benefit—and yet you allow him. you try to fight the urge to give in, but it’s too late.

“y-you don’t have to pay me back anymore,” you repeat with a whine and shake your head. it’s impossible to think rationally when you’ve got a fat dick all the way in your cunt, hitting all the right spots.

your eyes roll back as you babble inaudible stuff in between moans, “promise, you don’t have to—mghhh!”

toji hisses at the feeling of you tightening up around him. you’re insatiable, wanting to continue until you’re able to milk every drop of cum out of his heavy balls. he’s never had a girl be so desperate for him. so dumb and easy.

“atta girl,” your roommate hums and moves his hands to lift your thighs. his inhuman pace only seems to increase with the change of positions.

toji stares down at you from behind his black bangs, “no more whinin’ about money ‘n stuff, yeah?”

his gaze is a mix of pure lust and intimidation. you nod your head along to all he says, too cockdrunk to resist anything. you’re living the dream and you’re unwilling to ruin it, “yyyes, not gonna do it again.”

toji groans at the sound of your whiny voice. he’s going to make you addicted to him—that’s his ultimate goal. his hips slam against yours repeatedly, a slick trail of your fluids sticking to his pelvis, “shit, pussy’s sucking me in, princess.”

you can’t get enough of him and vice versa. toji fails to keep his composure for a second, pushing his body weight on yours, caging you right against the mattress. he can’t stop his cock from throbbing each time it dives into your insides.

“gonna cum real deep in you,” toji grumbles. he’ll give you every drop, all the way into your womb. he’ll make you his woman for tonight and the many nights yet to come.

if it’s left up to him, he’ll gladly fuck you like this every day, “be greedy ‘n take it all.”

you gasp and feel toji thrusting harder into your aching cunt. you didn’t think he’d be able to go faster. you mewl and scream about how good he feels, which only feeds toji’s big ego. he grips your thighs tightly, nails digging into the flesh.

“fuck!”

white dots appear in your vision as you reach your peak once again. you feel like your heart stops beating for a second. you involuntarily start convulsing, legs shaking and hips bucking up to meet toji’s.

toji hisses and closes his eyes, shooting his creamy load all the way inside of you. ropes of warm cum spurt out of his tip, filling your pussy like both of you have always imagined.

he sighs and thrusts a couple more times, making sure no drop escapes your messy folds, “mhmmm, there we go, girl.”

you’re still dazed. you’re slack-jawed, your spit dripping down your chin. you’re more sleepy than ever. no one has made you feel this good in a while. toji watches you struggle to stay conscious and huffs proudly.

he rolls off you and lays down on his back, stretching his arms. he yawns—not bothering with aftercare at the moment. he’ll let you cool off first before he gets you a towel to clean up.

toji tilts his head to the side and grins, “debt repaid.”

he’s said it so casually. you don’t notice what he’s implying until you’ve calmed down. your rationality comes back to you after a couple seconds, and when it does, your heart sinks to your stomach. your eyes widen as you recall what you’ve basically promised him.

you promised not to ask for the money he owes you ever again. oh, stupid you.

“wait—”

unfortunately for you, toji’s already snoring. his eyes are closed as he lays there like he hasn’t just rearranged your guts and manipulated you to say stuff you can’t take back. you scoff and rub your eyes, kicking your legs in frustration at your own naivety.

what a bastard.

"a-are you sure... with me?" armin said with a sheepish look plastered across his face. you just giggled and nodded.

you and armin went to the same college with both of you being in the same classes for marine biology. god he was such a nerd.

you had a small crush on him. well, was it a crush or were you just bored with the lack of hot guys in college? him on the other hand, he had the biggest crush on you, he always had since the first time he saw you walking on campus. and now his biggest dream had come true, well one of them that is.

you had asked to go out for lunch tomorrow and then after go to his dorm to work on your groups research project for your marine biology class, and now he was blushing like a middle school boy who had just received his first kiss.

after class, you walked out of the lecture room with him and wrote your number on a small piece of paper that was ripped out of your notebook. after you both parted your ways, he practically floated to his dorm room. he was estatic.

over the next few hours of the day instead of doing his homework or studying for his many tests over the week, armin spent his evening watching porn.

he wanted to prepare himself for tomorrow for when you and him would be in his dorm. alone. he didnt know if you two would actually get into doing any of that kind of stuff, but he just wanted to be prepared. he loved the saying "better to be safe than sorry," so he wanted to make sure he was good for you.

he watched lots of videos, looking for the most intricate ones—specifically on how to eat pussy. if he was going to be a loser virgin, he at least wanted to be good in one department, that being his mouth. he had to take a few breaks to jack off, cumming all over his hand as he imagined that it was you in the videos.

the next morning, you found him at the end of class. "ready to go to lunch?" you asked with a sweet smile. he nodded and smiled, trying to keep his blushing to a minimum but failed miserably.

you guys ended up deciding on a small diner, perfect for lunch. as you both skimmed over the menu, he couldnt help but steal a few glances at you. you just looked so pretty. "so... for our project." you began. his head snapped up and listened to you intently.

after conversating about the plans for your project, you noticed how tense he looked. you reached your hand across the table and grabbed his squeezing. "you dont have to be so nervous around me ya know."

then he slipped up. "sorry... you're just really pretty."

you looked at him and giggled "really? you think?" armin nodded quickly in response. "youre not too bad looking yourself." you added.

you both ordered, ate, and by now armin was starting to warm up to you and feel more confident. he paid for you both and then lead you out of the diner and to his car.

.

as you guys enter his dorm building, hes practically beaming with excitment. he held the door open for you like the gentlemen he is—and obviously sneaked a quick glance at your ass as you walked infront of him.

he led you up to his room and held your hand the whole way there. once you're inside, you and he began working on your research project... but it was so hard for him to keep his focus when you both were so close to eachother.

perverted thoughts ran through his mind, "her boobs are so close... they're the perfect size... i wanna touch them."

as you both kept working, things began to get a bit heated. and not in an angry way.

suddenly before you knew it your shirt was off and he was cupping your boobs though your bra after the topic of him being a virgin came up, and as well as who you both liked. he admitted that he had a huge crush on you. that made you smile and your heart flutter.

he helped you stand up and led you to his bed, laying you back as he settled his face between your legs and slid your pants and underwear off, throwing them to the side along with his pants.

he kissed inbetween your thighs, gentle and sweet, just like he'd seen in those pornos. his tongue reached your already soaking cunt and began lapping up your juices. his tongue focused on your clit and his hand came down to pull down his boxers just enough to release his hard cock. you shuttered and let out a whimper.

"mmmh! armin..." you moaned as you felt him inserting his middle and ring finger into you as his tongue deperatly worked on your clit, sucking and licking like the pathetic, perverted virgin he is.

he was eating you out so good you couldve sworn he was a lesbian in his past life, you were practically levitating off of the bed by the way he had your back was arching. you had to grip onto the sheets to ground yourself.

he could tell you were about to cum by the way your walls were clenching around his fingers. "you close?" he mumbled agaisnt you, and you nodded. you came and he licked up all of those pretty juices. you were panting as you came down from your climax. he got up and laid next to you, kissing your cheek sweetly.

you looked over at him and saw how foggy his glasses were. "were the hell... did you learn to do that?" you asked, bewildered. "i thought... you were a virgin?"

he smiled sheepishly. "i watched some... videos.... porn." he admitted. you giggled, "oh... so you were preparing for me?"

"better to be safe than sorry." he replied.

god he was adorable. 

a/n: lowkey this was gonna be a kinktober fic but i LOWKEYYYY never wrote it the idea has been rotting in my notes app

when you were first offered the position to become the assistant, you felt quite confident. typically job, go with higuruma wherever he went and offered your services in order to help him! although, some would say sucking your bosses dick in the parking garage near his office wouldn’t be the best way to “help”

you had been the center of attention for awhile. new, hard-working, and you had this beauty about you.

though you never really spoke to anyone but higuruma, it never stopped you from getting people to speak to you. all except for the accountant of the firm, kento nanami. he was always quite; never really coming out of his small office in the corner unless it was to chat with some of his co-workers. it never bothered you much, you hardly knew the guy so it wasn’t that deep.

unlike how higuruma was pushing your head down.

you managed to escape a gargle, “h-hiromi!”, his hand only pulled your hair tighter as he moaned at the vibrations from your mouth.

“can you be a good fucking mouth and shut up? i didn’t ask you to talk. you’re here to help me release stress, not add onto it.”

he let out a breathy growl, his hips attempting to not thrust directly in your mouth, higuruma was always so sweet like that.

he loves the sight of you. head bobbing, eye makeup dripping down, salvia bubbles forming on his cock, cheeks red and sore from how hard you were sucking him. completely vulnerable to just him.

only him. not nanami kento, who had been in his ear, describing his sexual fantasies about you in his office during lunch.

“that girl..she’s new. she has quite the body, wonder how tight she feels.”

higuruma nearly choked on his coffee as he listened to his employee’s words. though, it made him think.

how tight would you feel?

the thought alone made his pants feel tighter and his blood pump. he didn’t want this pervert to come anywhere near his precious secretary.

the more you sobbed on his cock, the more you could feel higuruma throb. the bulbous tip twitching at the sensation of your throat moving from your cries as it added new stimulation.

“you really are a greedy slut, hm? you know what that mean accountant says about you?”

your pace had slowed down in an attempt to think about his words before his rough hand comes down on your face, landing a loud slap. your face wincing at the stinging pain on the side of your face.

“did i ask you to think? no. so why are you slowing down.”

he wasn’t asking you a question, he was reminding you where you stood. you can merely nod as you continue to make circles around his cock with your tongue, head still bobbing.

“as i was saying, nanami shared some of his lewd thoughts about you.” higuruma inhaled deeply through his nose, hand caressing your hair sweetly as if he hadn’t just used it to correct you. “asking how tight your pussy is, how you’d look on your knees in that short skirt you always wear..makes me upset, you know? you’re my assistant. everything you have belongs to me.”

his words gain a moan from you. higuruma’s head reels back as he lets out a deep groan. “you like that? like when i’m possessive over this whore mouth?” looking up, you move your head faster, a response to him that you enjoyed his words.

you loved being his filthy secret. his dumb secretary who he can shove his dick into when he’s frustrated or when he wants to reward himself after a difficult trial.

it riled both of you up. though you two had never had sex, the tension was always there. his fingers burying themselves into your dripping pussy whenever he was too busy to use his mouth, like the virtual meeting he had once.

he found it so amusing whenever you tried to cover your moans but your pussy spoke for you. gushing around his long fingers creating the most obscene noises.

the thought of you one day having to be stretched out by the thick cock in your mouth made your legs clenched together.

higuruma moans as he repeatedly utters the word “fuck” under his breath. throat bobbing as sweat trickles down his neck. his once sweet hands grip you hair again roughly, pulling your mouth further down. your nose touching the dark patch of hair on his mons, inhaling his scent, causing your eyes to roll back.

“gonna cum all inside this slutty mouth..and you won’t waste a single drop of my cum.”

and with one last thrust into your mouth, you felt his warm hot ropes of his seed hit the back of your throat, painting it white.

you remove your mouth from his cock, panting as you stared down at the mess you made. drool pooling on his pant suit, cock still twitching, and higuruma staring into your eyes as he matches your pants.

“clean.”

you raised your brow, to which he repeated his words again.

“clean up your mess.”

a whine dragged out of you as you brought your head back down, pathetically lapping away at your own salvia like a dog. higuruma laughed at the sight of you.

however what you didn’t see, from being too distracted, was his hand reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone. opening the camera app.

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higuruma ⚖️ : sent an image

higuruma ⚖️ : “her mouth feels amazing, wondering how the rest of her feels. might find out, hopefully.”

nanami 💵 : “i’ll find out for you soon. don’t worry, hiromi.”