note this is a mildly reworked version of an old nct wish post of mine so if anyone somehow recognises it, that's where it's from lololol :p now that my exams are over i can get back to writing and posting more frequently ! hopefully once a week or so, maybe a little more if it's a longer work <33

satoru’s room is dim except for the soft blue glow of his phone screen, the light flickering over the two of you where you’re half-tangled on his bed. he’s lying on his back, head propped against his pillows, scrolling lazily through social media with one hand. his other arm is tucked behind your shoulders, letting you rest half on his chest, half against his side.

you’re supposed to be watching the videos with him—he even pauses now and then to glance down at you, waiting for your reaction, blindfold pushed up on his forehead—but your focus is absolutely, completely elsewhere.

his shirt has ridden up just a little, exposing a sliver of warm skin above the waistband of his sweats. and once your hands slid under the hem a few minutes ago, your fingers began to creep up his abdomen.

you trace lazy paths across his stomach, barely-there strokes from left to right, then up again. his skin is warm, smooth, tightening every so often when you accidentally brush a little lower than he expects. your fingertips graze the line where soft skin shifts into the faintest hint of hard muscle, his abs tensing under your touch.

satoru tries to pretend he doesn’t notice.

he scrolls and another video plays. someone cooking, maybe? or a dance trend? you’re not paying attention and your mind feels a little foggy, like all your thoughts are trapped somewhere under your fingertips, tracing the slow rise and fall of his breathing.

“you’re not even watching,” he murmurs, voice low and unbothered but carrying that teasing warmth only he can pull off.

“i am,” you lie automatically, your hand drifting higher, feeling the smooth dip at the centre of his stomach before sliding back down again. his muscles tense instinctively beneath your touch, a quiet, controlled shiver running through him.

satoru is on his knees with your hips resting on his quads, white hair clinging to his sweaty forehead as he grips one of your plush thighs with a bruising strength. he's using the other hand to press his cock down onto your cunt as he thrusts languidly, dragging his shaft between your slick folds.

his brows are pinched together, pupils blown wide with what can only be descibed as hunger. he's staring down at the point where your bodies meet with a desperation he couldn't contain even if he tried.

"baby, please," he whines, "please, let me fuck you."

"satoru… no—" you gasp when he guides his angry, flushed tip to your entrance, nudging against the hole before letting just the head slip inside. "—not without a condom."

he groans loudly, sliding his cockhead out of your cunt before he thrusts forward again, pulling a sharp moan from your throat when his length glides along your clit.

"but i need you. please." he sounds pathetic, desperate, voice cracking when he begs you. "i'll be good, i'll pull out i swear, baby."

you can feel your cunt throbbing from the sound of his begging, the heat in your core threatening to break your resolve as he keeps fucking himself against your wet slit. his shaft is glistening, coated in your arousal so each time he drags his hips back there's a wet schliiick. and each he pushes forward his tip catches on your entrance again, threatening to slip inch after inch into your warm, sopping cunt.

"careful satoru," you coo, rolling your hips against him, "not inside."

his hands grab your waist harshly, halting your movement. "then stop that," he seethes, breathing ragged, chest heaving as his eyes slide up to yours.

you smile softly, innocently, like you're not denying him the one thing he's craving and then dangling it in front of him, just out of reach.

without another word his hands move to the back of your knees, pushing them together and towards your chest, the sudden shift making you cry out.

"toru!"

your thighs come together around his cock, the supple flesh is squeezing his length tight, pressing him harder against your throbbing clit as he thrusts faster.

hips slapping against the back of your legs, a cascade of moans fall from both of your mouths. your eyes squeeze shut as he ruts between your thighs, his hard cock dragging against your sensitive clit. each groove, each vein along his shaft works to overstimulate you.

"f-fuuuck, baby, you're so wet," satoru gasps.

and you were. a white sticky mess building between your legs, webs of slick being stretched and pulled with each roll of satoru's hips. your arousal is like lube as he continues to fuck himself into your thighs, his pace increasing as he snaps his hips into you.

it's obscene, and it feels so much better than you thought it would, so much better than it should, you think.

"wanna slip it in," satoru whimpers, "please, can i? jus' for a second, 'm so close. just once baby, wanna feel you wrapped around me."

you're barely listening over the sound of your own moans while he babbles on hopelessly. your hands grip the sheets as your walls fluttering around nothing, more of your juices dribbling out onto satoru's dick and the sheets beneath you.

"fuckkk, haah- please," satoru begs again, "jus' the tip."

satoru's cock is leaking, his own precum seeping out of the little slit on his tip, just making everything louder as his skin slips against yours.

"n-no—" you rasp, "toru, faster…"

he obeys without a beat of hesitation.

muscled arms wrap around your legs as he hugs them to his chest, fucking himself harder into the snug space between them. you arch off his lap, pressing your weeping cunt up against his shaft at the same time, making you both whine.

"baby, baby, 'm gonna cum," he rambles on, "feels so— fuck, 'm gonna cum, you're so good—"

"do it, toru, please. wan' you to cum on me," you mewl, voice pitchy and breathless.

and that breaks him.

hips stuttering, with a guttural groan he thrusts one last time.

his cock pulses and his seed spills out onto your stomach, your hips, your cunt. he's panting raggedly, still holding your legs to his body as satoru continues rolling his hips slowly, fucking himself through his high.

his eyes cut down to your pussy and he moans again, cock twitching once more as the last of his cum dribbles out when he sees the gooey, white spend smeared onto your puffy folds.

another edited repost from my old blog :p i love whiny toru also sry if typos i didnt rlly proofread after i made changes

he knows you love it.

you don't hide it very well to begin with. the sight of his more defined arms and chubby stomach that would soon be more muscular just gets you going.

"what's wrong baby?" he asked after he just caught you staring at him. his body was in a thin layer of water no thanks to the shower he had just taken.

you don't even pay attention to the way his dick was just swinging around.

no.

you pay attention to the way his arms flex at every movement.

each was decorated by veins on his forearm and that alone made you wet.

"no.. just.. just thinking." you mumbled back, forcing yourself to look away.

"about?"

"nothing!" you quickly made your way out of the bathroom, towels that were supposed to be given to him still in your hands.

your heart is beating so quick you can't hear the sound of his footsteps after you over it.

it isn't until he threw you onto the bed that you noticed he was behind you.

"nuh uh.. it's definitely something." he hummed into your ear, moving his arm so it wrapped itself around your neck, squeezing it with his bicep.

"is it my cock?"

you whimpered, squeezing your legs together. "no.."

"then what is it, hm?"

"your.. your arms.." you admitted.

big mistake.

he hasn't left you alone since then. teasing you every day with wearing compression shirts, or no shirts at all.

he'd stretch his arms out, flexing them purposefully every time he "yawned" just to try and catch you ogling.

he'd even suggest things such as you riding his hands rather than his dick.

which you obviously said no to.

but your favorite was to have him hugging you to death while he plummeted in an out of your pussy.

"oh.. oh my god! toji!" you screamed.

"you can take it.." his cock was fat, barely fitting inside you making it a tad bit painful in a good way. "you just love having my arms around yer body.. is that right?"

"fuck youre squeezing the shit out of me."

drool pooled down your chin, eyes fluttering shut as he slowed down his pace.

"is that right?" he repeated.

you nodded. "yes! yes!" you didn't need to beg for him to go faster again, your cunt was doing that for you.

the sounds it was making was obscene.

and it's all thanks to his bulking season.

toji thinks you’re insignificant as his boss because you’re younger than him until he's on his knees eating you out. (๑ > ᴗ < ๑)

toji goes by the mindset that he gets to do what he wants as long as he gets the job done, but you quickly nipped that in the bud, telling him that’s not how you do things. 

his job is easy; all he has to do is organize files and clean out your office every afternoon when you leave, yet he found time to lollygag, which you didn't take kindly to. 

“excuse me? toji? i asked you to organize these in alphabetical order; you fell short towards the “w’s.” 

all toji can do is roll his eyes and grumble to himself, clearly annoyed that you came to him to complain. 

knowing you should be lucky enough he’s even trying to do the task at hand, but all he can do is suck it up and try again and again and again because he keeps fucking up.

it's clear he doesn’t respect you, so you made him. 

while you’re typing up a report at your desk, he’s under it with his hands tightly clasped around your plump thighs and his head between them as his tongue works back and forth on your clit. 

his tongue dragging from your slick folds right back to your clit made your legs tremble. 

that’s when it all made sense. 

you were trying to train a dog to do work that it just couldn't, so you put him to better use by eating your pussy every day. 

sometimes you called him into your office multiple times a day just to piss him off, just to hear him grumble under his breath but still get down on his knees like the dog he is. 

still making him clean your office spotless at the end of the day. 

this shatters his ego.

he hates looking in your eyes when he's in between your thighs sucking your clit because of the satisfaction you got from it. he knows the humiliation is getting you off, and it sucks because, fuck… you taste good. 

he gets lost when he’s down there, making sure to get every taste inside his mouth and savor it until the next time he’s down there. 

leaving his fingertip markings on your thighs from how hard he was holding you.

eating your pussy so good that his nose is poking your clit while his tongue is making sure to get everything that leaked out of you. 

the best part of all of this is that you never acknowledge him when he’s down there; he's simply a mouth you use during the day. 

he came to that conclusion when you never moaned even when he was putting in work, slipping two fingers in and curving them up so he's hitting your sweet spots.

it felt good, and you knew that, your toes curling a little, but this is his punishment.

you never moan for him because moaning means praise, and why would you praise him when his incompetence got him in this situation?

toji still tries, though, knowing one day you'll stop being petty and start moaning.

toji has you spread open on his old couch, legs hooked over his thick thighs so your pussy is right there in front of him, already dripping and puffy from how long he has been teasing you.

he is shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, that lazy smirk on his face while he stares at your swollen clit like it is the most interesting thing in the world.

“let’s try something,” he mutters, voice low and rough.

two thick fingers spread your folds wider, exposing that sensitive little nub completely. then he flicks it. once. hard. the sharp wet smack makes your hips jerk and a broken gasp slip out of you.

flick. flick. flick.

his middle finger keeps snapping against your clit in quick, precise little strikes, each one landing right on the head with wet, filthy sounds. your pussy clenches hard every time, slick leaking down to soak the couch cushion under your ass. he doesn’t stop. just keeps flicking faster, wrist loose and steady, watching your clit swell even more under the constant abuse.

“fuck, look at that,” he growls, eyes dark. “getting so fucking puffy for me.”

your thighs start shaking, stomach tightening, that deep pressure building way too fast. you try to close your legs but toji just pushes them wider, leaning in closer so he can see everything.

flick flick flick flick.

the rhythm turns merciless. each little slap sends sparks shooting up your spine. your pussy flutters wildly, hole twitching and dripping, and suddenly the pressure snaps.

you squirt hard.

a clear, messy gush sprays out of you with every flick, soaking his fingers, his wrist, the couch. it keeps coming, pulse after pulse, while toji never stops flicking your clit through it. the wet sounds turn obscene, slick and splattering, your juices running down the cushions in shiny streaks.

he groans low in his throat, cock straining heavy in his sweatpants as he watches you fall apart, still flicking that oversensitive clit even as you cry out and shake.

“good fucking girl,” he rasps, finally slowing down but not pulling away, letting the last weak spurts leak out of you while your whole body twitches on his ruined couch. “didn’t know you could make such a pretty mess.”