Minnie

You hear a knock on the door to your office, and the door opens slowly when you yell, “Come in,” absentmindedly, completely unaware of who entered. Your husband's head peeks through the door, a small smile evident on his lips as he sees you bent over your messy desk full of stacks of paper. He could see the tired lines under your eyes and your stiff shoulders from the long hours you have been putting in.

For a moment he felt a pang of guilt for interrupting your work, but that feeling was quickly replaced by a surge of desire as he thought about why he had come. Well, and one other reason.

He stepped fully into the office, closing the door softly behind him as he approached your desk. Only then do you raise your head, a smile immediately forming on your face when you see him.

“What a pleasant surprise! Come here!” You say as he walks towards you and around the desk to greet you with a soft kiss on your lips while you stay seated in your chair. He lingers a bit too long on it, and you notice it instantly. He must miss you a lot. “What brings you here, my love?”

“You uh...left your lunch at home,” he simply says, handing you a bag with your lunchbox in it. You must have forgotten it in the morning, groggy from the lack of sleep. You facepalm yourself and take the bag in your hand.

“Thank you so much, baby. What would I do without you?” You embrace him tightly and pepper kisses all over his cheek and neck. He giggles from the ticklish feeling and sighs. You release him from your hold and put the bag with your lunch on the edge of your desk before you sit back down on your chair, your lunch break isn’t for another hour. Sadly. 

He leans against the desk right next to you while you organize said desk to make it look somewhat in order. You could feel him observing your every move, especially your hands. He is trying to be low-key about it, but you know him. His eyes are completely fixated on you.

“You know I can feel you staring, right?” He got caught and quickly looked the other way. But you just smirk when he suddenly finds something interesting outside the window to stare at instead, his face is flushed, and while you look at him, you see that he made himself extra pretty today. For you.

You immediately understand what’s going on. While he looks outside to avoid eye contact, you trace imaginary lines on his thigh dangerously close to his crotch just to touch him. He quickly looks at you again, and his eyebrows turn up as he bites his lower lip. All you do is smirk at his reaction.

“Is it true that you might be…sexually frustrated?” You ask slowly and sultry. He wants to deny it but all he can do is nod his pretty head with little hesitation, no longer able to keep it to himself. You’re still stroking his thigh softly, knowing that you are probably driving him insane. His breathing grows heavier as you maintain eye contact with him, tension brewing between you two.

You quickly stand up, pinning his hips on the desk to plant a kiss on his full lips. He gasps against your lips but immediately opens his mouth to welcome your tongue. You barely touched him yet, and he is already moaning into the kiss. He pulls you in closer, clawing at your clothes, emphasizing his desperation. You place your fingers on his chin to deepen the kiss even further. Looking down, you see a bulge forming in his pants, he is progressively getting harder the longer you kiss and the messier it gets. He takes your hand that was cupping his face, guides it down his body and towards his bulge shamelessly.

“Please, Y/n…” He begs with his breath-heavy, whiny voice. How can you refuse him like that?

He whined into the kiss, his body trembling with need as your fingers brushed over the growing bulge in his pants. He bucks his hips forward, seeking more of that delicious friction, the teasing touch that promised so much more.

When you pulled back slightly, his eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust and desperation. He gazed up at you with a pleading, almost anguished expression, his cheeks flushed. 

“I… I need you, Y/n,” he whimpered, his voice rough with desire. “It’s been so long, and I miss you so much… I miss your touch, your kiss, the way you make me feel…”

His hands roamed over our back, slipping under your shirt to feel the warm, smooth skin beneath. He couldn’t get enough of your touch, craved it like air and water. He nipped at his lower lip, his teeth scraping against the sensitive flesh as he spoke again, his words tumbling out. “Please…”

His hips rolled against you, the hard insistent line of his arousal pressing flush to your front. His body ached with a hunger that could only be satisfied by your touch. You stop stalling time and unzip his pants finally. A wet spot in his panties greets you, and without much thinking, you just touch it with the pad of your finger, erupting a loud moan from him. 

“Hey, I need you to be really quiet, okay? I shouldn’t be doing this in my office in the first place.” With that, you take the hem of his own shirt and hold it to his mouth. “Bite onto this for me.”

He nods and bites into his shirt to muffle himself. Although there is nothing more you want than to hear all the sounds he makes but there is a job you need to keep…

You take his entire length from the confines of his panties and start to stroke it, slowly at first. Thanks to his precum, there is no need for further lubrication.

His hips jerk forward again, seeking more of your touch. He could feel every ridge and vein of your fingers as they slowly stroked up and down on his cock. The precum makes the glide smooth and easy.

His head falls back, his eyes squeezing shut as he focuses every ounce of his concentration on staying quiet, his shirt soaking up his drool like a sponge. He fisted the fabric of your blouse, clutching it tightly as he fought to maintain control. His chest heaved with each ragged breath, his nipples hardening from the cool air, begging to be touched, to be pinched and rolled between your fingers. As you continued to stroke him, he could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his core, the pleasure building into a fever pitch. He needed more, craved more, ached for you to fill him, to claim him, to make him yours. 

He hides his face in the crook of your neck as the pace of your hand increases. You know he is going to cum anytime soon, but you briefly think of teasing him or ruining his orgasm. That thought quickly leaves your mind when you hear him whimper so desperately through the shirt he is biting on. He has been longing for this, for you in particular. You denying him this would be beyond cruel, so you keep your pace steadfast, filling the office with unholy wet sounds. You just hoped there weren't any passersby to question what was going on in here.

Nevertheless, you keep going until you feel the telltale signs of his incoming release. You can hear him mumble something through the shirt, but it is too muffled to understand. He comes with a shaken cry, letting go of the shirt and holding you close to him as he paints his stomach with his release. You caught the shirt just in time, so a wardrobe change won’t be necessary. He falls into your arms, catching his breath as you slow your hand to a stop. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling like an idiot. “Thank you, Y/n,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and ragged. “I needed that so badly... I need you so badly.”

You lift his head from your shoulder so you can see his pretty face. He looks satisfied, but you know he craves more. You grab tissues from your tissue box on your desk to wipe him clean as best as you can, discarding them in the trash can in your office.

“I can’t wait to fuck you tonight,” you say, closing in and kissing him on his lips. His smile falters slightly as he pulls back from the kiss, a flicker of confusion and mild frustration crossing his face as you mention him having to wait until tonight. He bit his lip, considering your words for a moment before speaking up, his voice soft but tinged with a hint of impatience. 

“Tonight? Why wait when you can have me right here, right now?” he asked, a slight whine in his tone. “I have been craving you for weeks now… I need… I need you inside me so bad…why can’t we just…”

He trailed off, rubbing his sensitive cock against your thigh, eliciting more of those delicious whimpers from him. He gazed up at you with a mix of longing and desire in his eyes. “Please, Y/n. I don’t think I can wait any longer,” he breathed out, his voice low and tempting. “Say you’ll take me now… Say you’ll fuck me right here, right now.”

He knows what he’s doing, he is fully aware of the impact he has on you. The way you break rules for him without thinking of the consequences and drop everything at the sound of his voice. 

But not today.

“Oh my…” You stroke his sides softly as he looks away disappointed, already knowing what you are about to say. “Look, I have a lot of work I need to finish, and when I’m done, I am entirely and utterly yours. You will have my undivided attention, okay?” Your words are said in earnest. He nods lacklusterly, but you cup his face with your hand and redirect it to yours, wanting him to look right in your eyes.

“I need to know that you truly understand me. I need to hear it from your beautiful lips.”

His expression softened as he gazed into your eyes, seeing the sincerity shining back at him. With a sigh he nodded again, his fingers coming up to cover up your hand on his cheek.

“I understand, Y/n,” he said, his voice steady and clear, the impatience fading away. “I don’t want to be the reason you fall behind at work. I can wait a little longer, as long as I have your promise that you'll be mine, all mine, as soon as you're home." 

His eyes shone with love and trust and a hint of that ever-present desire. You nod as a sign of understanding, leaning down to kiss him, but he places a finger on your lips, silencing the kiss he could see brewing in your eyes. 

"Don't start something you can't finish, you tease," he admonished playfully, a mischievous glint in his eye despite the gentle rebuke.

He hopped off the desk, fixing and straightening his outfit, trying to compose himself.

"I should go before I lose what little control I have left," he said, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. "But I'll be waiting for you. Tonight. Don't make me wait too long, okay?"

''So what, you're just going to leave me?'' You frowned leaning against the door frame of your shared, well soon to be your single bedroom, folding your arms in front of your chest.

He couldn't be serious. He had threatened to leave you on multiple occasions but never acted on it. When he, once again, told you he was done, you called his bluff. But this time, he was packing his bags and there didn't seem to be any underlying hesitance in his tone.

''Baby, calm down. Let's talk about it.'' You stepped towards him, reaching out to wrap your arms around his waist, but he pushed you off him.

''S-Stop! Just stop...'' He said as he continued packing, not even bothering to fold his shirts right. ''I'm so sick and-and tired of you treating me like some fucking doll!'' He yelled, not looking at you once.

''Well, you're my pretty doll. What can I say?'' That was the problem. He was your pretty doll. A trophy you could walk around with. A possession you could show off to your friends, co-workers and family all you wanted. A doll who'd do whatever you told him to when you told him to. A doll you could let your frustrations out on. He was just a dumb pretty doll to you.

And he was sick of if.

He froze for a moment, knuckles white around the grip of his duffel bag. Then slowly, finally, he looked at you. His eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, weren’t the usual soft blue pools you were used to drowning in. No, this time they were sharp, cutting, and angry.

“Do you even hear yourself?” He whispered, voice low but trembling. “You say it like it’s a joke. Like being reduced to something pretty, something hollow is cute.”

You blinked, unsure how to respond. Defensive. You always got defensive when things got hard. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yes, you did!” He snapped, louder now. “You always mean it like that. You treat me like I’m lucky to be in your world. Like I should be grateful just to be near you, grateful when you throw me crumbs of attention, of affection, when it suits you.”

You scoffed, folding your arms tighter around yourself. “You knew what this was from the start.”

“Did I?” His laugh was bitter. “Because I thought this was love. I thought we were building something. But you just needed someone to make you feel better about yourself. Someone to admire you, cling to you, praise you. I wasn’t your boyfriend. I was your audience.”

You swallowed hard, his words finding their mark too easily. But still, you tried to hold onto the pieces of control slipping from your hands. “You’re overreacting,” You muttered. “You’re being dramatic again. Just... Put the bag down, and let’s talk like we always do. You’ll yell, I’ll yell, we’ll end up on the bed-”

“Not this time.” His voice cracked, letting you know this would be your last chance. “There is no more ‘end up on the bed.’ No more making up just so you can forget everything I said. I’m not your outlet, your stress relief, or your goddamn puppet.”

Silence fell heavy in the room. You watched as he zipped the bag shut and threw it over his shoulder like it weighed nothing, even though you knew it was filled with every last ounce of himself he’d ever given you.

He walked to the door, brushing past you without a glance. Your throat tightened.

“You’re really doing this,” You whispered.

“I have to,” He said, pausing just at the threshold. “Because if I don’t leave now… I’ll lose whatever pieces of myself I still have left.”

Then he was gone. And for the first time, the silence didn’t feel like peace.It felt like grief.

You were sure he was just throwing a tantrum. Trying to get a rise out of you. At the end of the day, he couldn't live without you and he'd come crawling back to you. That's what you told yourself a few months after the breakup. It wasn't like you were obsessed with him or whatever. You did try to move on, had a few flings here and there, and went on dates.

But no one else took your strap like he did. No one else looked so pretty while crying from how good you made them feel.

He was your pretty doll after all.

You had to get him back. So you came up with a plan. A little house party at your place, and you'd invite all of his friends. How would he be able to say no to them, right? And that'd be the perfect time to sneak back into his life without him making a fuss since you were in public.

What you didn't expect, was for him to show up late and walk in with another girl at his side. The drink in your hand was backed down your throat immediately. You were pissed. Pent up. And admittedly, you fucking missed him.

He did not look at you. Not once. But he could feel your eyes on him. And when you sneaked back into your room, he thought he had won. He had finally shown you that he didn't need you. Or so he thought. What he didn't know? You were in your room, touching yourself to the thought of him. Legs spread, sheets already stained with the juices flowing out of your pussy as your fingers played with your sensitive bud with music blaring in the background as your moans faded into thin air. Then, you had an idea.

-

You: Touching myself to you btw. In case you wanted to come help out.

Him: I didn't

You: [Image Attachment]

Him: Still as perverted as I remember

You: I don't remember you complaining when I used to fuck you into my sheets like every night

Him: Shut up

You:cWho is the new girl you're with anyway

Him: That's none of your business

You: Yeah it kinda is, sweetheart

Him: Shouldn't my replies show you that I'm done with you??

You: Oh but you aren't. You wouldn't be entertaining me if you were. Wanna be a good boy and help me get off like in the old days?

Him: Screw you. If you tell anyone I'll be so mad at you.

You: Alright princess, I'm in my room. Don't keep me waiting.

-

''Don't keep me waiting.'' He read as he snuck off to the back. He would have loved to keep you waiting. But unfortunately, he was very hard right now. He did hate himself for it but he needed you to fuck him into your sheets right now. He wanted that leg-shaking, toe-curling orgasm he had been craving for months now.

And so what?

Everyone had that toxic ex they kept on going back to.

You were his.

Before he entered your room, he looked around, making sure no one noticed him leaving the main area. When the coast was clear, he entered, closing the door behind him immediately. You were lying in bed, strap attached and double-sided. You were going to make him feel it today.

He didn't even say anything. He didn't need to. Because as soon as you smirked, his pants and boxers were off. And when he straddled your lap, he was the one reaching for your nightstand to get the lube, knowing exactly where to find it.

He was the one lubing up the toy, lathering it in enough lube to make it pleasurable. He was the one hovering right over your toy as he slid down slowly. ''Fuck-Hngh!'' When your hands came up to his waist trying to grab it, he slapped your hands away. ''D-Don’t...''

''I am inside you right now.'' You chuckled.

''Your strap is!'' His voice cracked. Breathy and trembling but the authority in it was unmistakable. He was taking control now. You blinked up at him, a little caught off guard as he rolled his hips forward, splitting himself inch by inch on your strap with that sweet, agonized arch of his spine you used to crave.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” He repeated, quieter this time, but firmer. You obeyed. Not because you had to, but because seeing him like that, flushed and messy and defiant, made your chest twist in ways you hadn’t felt in too long. And because he was the one setting the rules tonight.

He exhaled hard through his nose when he finally bottomed out, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving. “F-Fuck, I hate you…” He breathed, trembling thighs tightening around your hips.

“You sure about that?” You murmured, voice low with arousal and something else. Something dangerous. “Because your dick is dripping like it missed me.”

He opened his eyes just to glare at you. “Shut. Up.”

But the glare melted the second he started riding you. Slow at first, deliberate. Each roll of his hips sent ripples through his thighs and had the strap nudging against that spot inside him that made him gasp out. The rhythm built, tension like an electric current snapping between your bodies. His hands gripped the headboard behind you, back arched, hair clinging to his damp forehead.

“I missed this,” You whispered, letting your hands rest on the sheets, eyes locked on the spot where he swallowed your strap over and over again. “You are riding me like a good toy.”

“F-Fuck you,” He whimpered, but he choked on a moan when you bucked your hips just once, sharper, deeper. He jerked, his head falling back.

You couldn't help it. You had to touch. One hand slid up his thigh, slow and teasing, until you were thumbing the slick mess dripping down the base of the toy. “You’re soaking. Are you really going to act like this doesn’t feel good?”

He whimpered.

Whimpered.

Your proud, stubborn little doll, caving in with every inch of your strap.

“You wanted this,” You spoke softly. “You came here knowing you’d end up like this.”

He nodded. Barely. But it was enough.

And then your hands were on his hips, gripping tight, taking control of the rhythm and thrusting up into him. He cried out, head falling forward into your neck. His moans were broken now. Raw and desperate. He was already unravelling, and it hadn’t even been five minutes.

“You can still leave,” You teased, whispering into his ear, even as your strap dragged another cry from his lips. “The door is right there. You can crawl back out to your perfect girlfriend-”

“She’s not my girlfriend!” He snapped, slamming his hips down onto you harder than before. “She doesn’t fuck me like this-Nngh-'Doesn’t make me lose my fucking mind-”

You grinned, pulling him close now, mouth at his ear. “That’s right. No one fucks you the way I do.”

And as his body started to shudder in your arms, he came with a cry so loud you were sure the party outside would hear.

It became clear: He hated you.

He hated you so much.

But he belonged to you anyway.

You let out a low groan, arms falling back against the bed in surrender, watching the way his body trembled as he sank onto your strap. His thighs flexed with the effort, his hands braced on your chest. But he refused to look at you. His brows were furrowed, his lip caught between his teeth, and that familiar shaky breath left his lungs as he bottomed out.

“Fucking hell,” He whispered, his voice wrecked, almost reverent. “Why does it still feel so good?”

You tilted your head, smirking up at him with a lazy confidence. “Because you were made for it. Made for me.”

“Shut up.” His hips rolled without him realizing, grinding down onto you in a rhythm that betrayed every ounce of resistance in his voice. “Don’t say shit like that.”

But you could see it. All the months apart, the frustration, the ache, it was written all over the way his body reacted to yours. The way his hole clenched around the toy like it missed being full. Like he missed being yours.

You sat up slowly, placing your hands behind your head so he could see you weren’t going to touch him, not unless he asked. “You’re the one fucking yourself on it, pretty. You think I forgot how obsessed you were with me?”

He let out a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut. “I hate you.”

You chuckled. “Sure you do. Keep going, then. Show me how much.”

He whimpered as he started to move again, lifting his hips just enough before sinking back down, your strap hitting that sweet spot inside him over and over. His back arched, his nails digging into your shoulders for balance. “F-Fuck-Ngh-Don’t talk, I swear-”

“Why?” You teased, voice low, husky. “You’re already soaking wet. Is it that bad being my doll again?”

He choked out something that might have been a sob or a moan, you couldn’t tell, and he didn’t care. He was too far gone, chasing that high you used to give him without even trying. His rhythm got messy, and desperate, thighs shaking with every bounce.

You couldn't resist anymore. You reached up, cupping his face, guiding his eyes to yours. “Look at me when you cum. Let me see how pretty you look cumming on my dick.”

“I-I said don’t-” But it was too late.

You pressed up into him, just once, and his whole body trembled. That’s all it took.He came with a stuttered cry, trembling violently as his cum painted both your stomachs. His body collapsed against yours, boneless, ruined, clinging to you like he used to after long nights tangled together.You stroked his back, soft, slow, possessive.

“Still mine.”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t push you away.

Didn’t even lift his head.

He just laid there, breathing heavy, skin slick with sweat and shame. And for the first time in months… He felt full.

But deep down, you both knew this wasn’t healing. It was hunger.

Need.

A kind of twisted comfort you could only find in each other’s arms, no matter how much it destroyed you afterwards.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet.

You stayed like that for a while, his weight slumped over you, both of your chests rising and falling in sync. The strap was still inside him, nestled deep. His skin clung to yours with sweat, and you could feel the soft tremors still working their way through his body.

He hadn’t moved. Not even to look at you.

You brushed his damp hair away from his forehead gently, fingers trailing along the nape of his neck. “Are you okay?”

You asked carefully.

He gave a small nod, face still pressed into your collarbone.

“Mhm.”

You exhaled. “Are you sure?”

This time, he pulled back just a little, enough to meet your eyes. His lashes were wet. From sweat or tears, you didn’t know and didn’t ask. But his voice was soft when he said, “Yeah. Just… Forgot what that felt like.”

You slid your hands over his hips, carefully lifting him off the strap. He winced slightly, clenching down instinctively, and you murmured an apology as he laid back gently beside you. You moved slowly, grabbing a towel to clean him up, the silence heavy but not uncomfortable.

He watched you, quietly, tired, and for once, he didn’t flinch when your hand grazed over his thigh. Didn’t push you away when you wiped the cum off his belly with soft strokes. You were gentle. Like he was something sacred. Breakable.

When you were done, you tossed the towel to the floor and slipped under the covers beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist. His body tensed but didn’t move away.

“You don’t have to stay with me. You can get back to the party,” He whispered.

“I know.” You whispered, “But you are here.” You rested your forehead against his shoulder. “I'll always stay with you.”

He was quiet again, and you wondered if he was falling asleep. But then he spoke, barely audible. “This doesn’t fix anything.”

You nodded against his skin. “I know.”

“We’re still fucked up.”

You kissed down his spine. “We’ve always been fucked up.”

“… I missed you.”

That one hit you in the chest, more than anything else. You didn’t say it back, not out loud, but you pulled him closer, buried your face into the space between his shoulder blades, and held on like you could make up for all the time and distance just by touching him enough now.

He didn’t say another word. But his hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing together like muscle memory.

And maybe that was your problem. No matter how many times you tore each other apart… Your bodies always remembered how to come back together.

-

You lay your back on the bed's headboard and put the book that you were previously reading onto the bedside table.

He makes his way in front of you and leans his face closer to yours, a smirk on him.

"how about you just a good girl for me and strip and get on all fours, hm?" You cringe slightly at his words but realization soon dawns on you on what he's trying to do.

You sigh at his antics and you see Toji falter a little at your lack of eagerness to do what he just told you. You cross your arms at him and look at him unimpressed.

"I'm going to ask you again. What do you think you're doing?" Again, you're met with silence but Toji recomposes himself quickly. He glares at you but you notice that the glare lacks any real threat.

"do what I say and don't be a brat-"

You quickly sit up and yank his hair back, narrowing your eyes at the man. Your action makes Toji let out a choked whimper as he looks at you with widened eyes. You're no longer annoyed, you're fucking pissed as you look at him with fury in your eyes. Fuck, he's in big trouble now.

"how about you don't be a brat, huh?" Venom is laced in your tone and Toji has to hold back a shiver. "You think I haven't noticed your weird antics lately? And now you try to dominate me?" You scoff, the grip you have on his hair tightening, making him hiss at the slight pain. He tries to leave your grasp but your hand stays right there in his hair.

"as if you could ever do that. You're a fucking slut whose head turns to mush whenever they get fucked in the ass!" You let out a chuckle, looking at the bulge on his pants.

"And now you're hard. What else can I expect from a whore, hm?" Toji widens his eyes and gulps, he didn't even notice himself getting hard. His plan is falling apart right in front of you miserably.

He looks you in the eyes and shivers at the lack of humor within. You're really angry this time. The annoyance and lack of patience in you has you wanting to punish him until he's crying for you to stop.

"back away and sit in front of me right now." Toji listens to you immediately, knowing he went too far in trying to be a brat. He backs away from you and does what you told him to do, sitting in front of you with his legs together and his hands on his bulge to try to hide it even when you've already seen it. It's pathetic, really.

His breath hitches in his throat when you crawl closer to him, licking your lips at the delicious sight of your boyfriend in front of you, half naked with an obvious tent in his pants. You spread his legs apart with ease. It's not like Toji was really trying that hard to hide it from you anyways.

"What's wrong, baby?" The sweet pet name is ironic, considering the way you're looking at him right now is anything but sweet. You're looking at him as if he was your prey with hunger in your eyes and Toji certainly feels one like when he looks at you.

"Cat's got your tongue, toji?" You tilt your head at him, almost mockingly. "You can't think straight when all that's in your head right now is the fact that you're hard, right?"

You tsk, moving in front of him to whisper in his ear. One of your hands goes to grab at his bulge.

"fucking slut."

You harshly bite the top of his ear with one of your canines. The metallic taste of blood floods your taste buds as your tongue laps at the excess blood coming from the mark.

Toji lets out a choked gasp that soon turns into a moan when the pain turns into pleasure. You make your way down to his jaw and to his neck, leaving kisses and bite marks while you're at it.

"Now what was that little act of yours earlier? Trying to take control of me, hm?" Toji gulps as he stares at the wall in front of him. Two choices cloud his head, either he continues being a brat and denies his earlier actions or he caves in and listens to you.

No matter how much the brattier side of him tells him to do the former, he's not that stupid to anger your further.

"i-im sorry, [name]." You pull back from his neck, licking your lips at the taste of his blood still in your mouth. You raise an eyebrow at him, clearly still unimpressed.

"Sorry?" You chuckle, darkly. "Oh, you're anything but sorry, darling. I know it."

You eye his exposed chest and your hands teasingly ghost over his nipples, grinning when Toji lets out a whine.

"How are you supposed to be the one dominating me when you're already a mess when I've barely touched you?"

You prove your point by pinching a nipple, grinning when Toji lets out a choked moan. He tries to muffle his noises using his hands but you quickly push them away, giving him a glare to warn him not to silence his noises.

"A part of me wants to just leave you here for you to take care of your problem yourself but I want to do something else instead." You get off the bed and go to your dresser, trying to find the exact item you're looking for. Toji gulps at the first part of your sentence. He would hate it if you left him alone to masturbate by himself.

"When I turn around I better see you naked and on the bed on all fours." You hear some ruffling behind you as you quickly put on your strap, tightening enough so that it feels secure on you. You take off your clothes and leave your undergarments on.

And when you turn around, you see Toji naked and on all fours, his head turned to look at you with awaiting eyes, eagerness clearly in them. His hard dick lays hovering over the bed and you swear you can see him slightly rocking forward to fuck himself against the surface. What a slut.

You give him a small smile. "Looks like you're finally able to follow my instructions properly."

You grab a bottle of lube and make your way towards him. You grab his ass unexpectedly which makes Toji let out a gasp. Squeezing it, you spread his ass apart to reveal his twitching hole.

Weirdly enough, it looks as if it's already been prepped. You look at Toji who quickly blushes and looks away from you.

"You already prepped cause you knew I would be punishing you today, huh?" You see him nod nervously and you slap his ass, watching in content as it turns red, a handprint appearing on it. Toji gasps and whines at you.

"Words, darling."

"Y-Yes... i did it this morning" You hum at his answer. "Let's see if you prepped yourself properly then." You then insert a finger into his hole, making Toji grunt at the intrusion.

You pump the finger in and out, feeling the lube that he recently used still inside. You add another finger to which Toji lets out a moan. You feel him rocking back against your fingers slightly and you place a hand on his back to stop him.

You try to find a specific spot inside him and you know you found it when you curl your fingers, making him let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You add another finger inside. He's already falling apart from your fingers only.

"ah! shit- j-just fucking fuck me already!" He gives you a quick glare. You tut at his behavior.

"Still ordering me around? You should learn by now that I'm the one who gives the orders around here, baby." You curl your fingers once more before pulling them out with a grin. "Well, I guess you're ready."

You grab his hips and line up your strap to his hole, watching it squeeze around nothing.

"Your annoying actions today have riled me up which makes me not want to go easy on you today." Toji lets out a small 'please' to which you pause.

"Please what, Toji?" He looks at you with a flushed face and pleading eyes. The sight makes something in your stomach burn with desire.

"Please don't go easy on me." Toji watches as your eyes turn dark with lust and you immediately plunge your strap into him, quickly making the pace into one that's quick and rough. He lets out a groan.

"f-fuck me!"

You chuckle. "Oh, but that's exactly what I'm doing, darling, fucking you."

His face falls onto his pillow to muffle his screams of pleasure. Each thrust of yours has the bed shaking underneath and you would feel bad for your neighbors if it wasn't for the pretty sight in front of you.

His body is flushed and sweating as all he can do it lay there for your use. His ass is still red from your slap and you have the urge to paint it red with handprints. You spread his ass to watch as his hole greedily sucks in your strap, taking it all as you brutally plunge in and out, not giving him any time to get used to the large size you chose.

Your thrusts, while quick and rough, are deep as well. So deep that it's hitting all the right spots inside Toji and he swears he can feel you in his stomach. You try aiming your strap to the specific spot you found early and find yourself successful when Toji screams into the pillow, his dick shooting out his cum onto the sheets below him without warning.

But you don't stop. And when Toji realizes that, he turns to you with widened eyes only to quickly throw his head back with a loud cry. You eye the way his throat is exposed and you lean forward against his back to grab the sides, giving it a squeeze.

Toji moans as his head goes lightheaded at the lack of oxygen. When you lighten your grip, he feels his head spins as he breathes in the air greedily, letting out gasps and whines.

"N-No more, please!" His eyes roll back and you swear you've fucked him stupid. All he can do is babble out pleas as you continue fucking him dumb. He doesn't even realize that he just came again, his cum dirtying the sheets once more. What a shame, you just washed it yesterday too!

"No more? But you're hard again Toji!" You eye his dick that, even though he just came mere seconds ago, begins to become hard again. He looks down at his dick dumbly with dazed eyes and notices the mess he made underneath his dick.

His legs are quivering from the intense thrusts and he feels his thighs about to give out on him but he feels your arm wrap around his waist to keep him upright.

"See how good I'm fucking you, Toji? You could never do this to me." Your hand goes to his stomach to press on the bulge there, making Toji cry out from the pleasure.

"s-so d-deep."

"Are you even listening to me? Or are you too cockdrunk off my strap to even think properly?" Another thrust from you makes Toji moan loudly.

You tsk at him. "If only you could be a good boy for me, Toji. Then I wouldn't have to punish you like this." You're met with loud whimpers and moans from the man who, if you weren't the one fucking him right now, looks as if you would find him in a lewd porn video with all the noises and facial expressions he's making.

"Well it's not like you're not enjoying this punishment of yours, it's clear that you are." You feel Toji trying to grind back into you, chasing the pleasure.

Every whimper and whine he lets out just let you know how absolutely needy he is. How he absolutely wants you to destroy him until all he can think about is the way your strap is hitting deep inside him, milking his cock with every release you give him.

To see the usually stoic, serious man a mess underneath you as he lets out those delicious noises is something you never thought would happen. But oh are you glad that it did.

Toji cums for the third time that night with a scream, his dick releasing less cum from his previous orgasms.

"Too bad though." You grin devilishly at him even though he's not looking at you or is even bothering to hear what you're saying anymore, too dumbed down by the pleasure. "Since I'll be fucking you until you won't be able to walk tomorrow.

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

He is no stranger to thoughts of himself; cursing him, complimenting him, simply passing by him. But, a wet dream? About him of all people?

The images are blurry, but your thoughts are so graphic and detailed that he can't believe it. You're touching him all over, greedy hands grasping at his own as you force him them away from his weeping cock. You press a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as if that'll soothe his pain.

'I h-hate you..' His voice is so whiney.

There's no way he sound like that. He wouldn't know, anyway.

Then you coo, the pads of your fingers trailing down his body, teasingly. You smile down at him. It's coy, yet he can spot the adoration behind it. 'Don't say that, shin. You know you love me.'

A whimper slips past his pink lips before he can stop it. His eyes widen at this strange reaction. Never in a million years did he think this would affect him. Never in a million years did he think someone would want him this badly.

He only presses his pillow over his mouth to muffle the embarrassed shriek he lets out.

Shin notes that your touch is so certain yet gentle, like you've done it many times before. Like you know what he likes.

This isn't your first time thinking of him... like this.

But, he isn't too positive. This is the first time you've slept over at sakamoto's beloved home. His eyes widen as you shift on the bed beside him. His breath catches in his throat when the dream shifts from you and back to him.

It seems like you've jumped ahead but unfortunately, things were getting foggy. He couldn't make out a lot.

Unfortunately?? Shin shakes his head furiously.

Your hands are on his shoulders as you rock yourself back and forth, using his precum as lubrication. Your thighs are covered with it. All he can see is the furiously red head peaking out from in between your legs. It looked painful... but good?

Shin bucks his hips, but you jab your thumb into his shoulder blade, eliciting a cry from him. 'What did I tell you?'

'Mffnn, I'm sorry, (name).' The dream shin can't seem to stop squirming, apologizing multiple times, seeking your affection.

'Don't you worry, cutie. You're still doing such a good job. You're so patient for me...'

He removes the pillow (it's thrown somewhere, he doesn't care) as he struggles to catch his breath and instead covers his mouth with a hand. His pupils blown wide as his mind trails off.

How would your thighs feel around him?

....Would you also praise him?

He can't seem to stop himself as his sweaty hand trails down his body and slips past his pajama pants, "a-ah.."

He palms himself through his boxers, hot muffled pants huffing out from under his palm. You could wake up anytime and the visions would end.

"Huff...huff," shin shuts his eyes tightly when an image of you kissing him flashes in your mind as if it'll help him shut it down.

His ears burn as he frees himself from his tight pants as he thinks this over. Is he really about to do this? He wouldn't even be able to look you in the eye.

But, before he could even do anything, your dream ends, and your eyes flutter open. Shin gasps lightly before pulling the blanket over his burning face.

Darn. Shin stares hard at his bulge, biting his lip in frustration. He was too slow.