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Synopsis: Toji, the TA, won't bump up your latest essay a couple marks, not with just some begging at least, so you try a different method:
good ol' pussy persuasion
Warnings: toji art by @/youKa.i on insta, smut, porn with a lil plot, nerd!toji, a couple years older than reader but both students, reader harasses him but don't save him he's right where he wants to be, some comedy aspect, college au, non curse au, f!reader, blowjob under the desk, unethical behaviour, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, briefest choking, sex against the window, pússy inspection, belly bulging, overstimulation, spitting, a little fisting I guess or almost, Toji's poor so this is canon compliant jkjk, creampie and unprotected sex, brief pussyjob, size kink/difference, hidden sex, not proofread
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“For the last time,” he drawls, “I’m not bumping you up a grade.”
You groan, pushing your legs to catch up to him faster.
“Come on, I need this. I’m not asking you to break the rules. All I want is for you to reread my essay and find extra marks, which you will!”
Toji Fushiguro is a tough nut to crack, though he doesn’t look it — one glance at him and one would think he’s a laidback TA. He’s the exact opposite; he takes his job a little too seriously.
For days now, you’d been hounding him, pleading with him and degrading yourself all for him to ‘remark’ your last paper and ‘coincidentally’ find a few extra marks that would push you to the top performing spot you’d been eyeing since forever. Each time you rushed into his office, waited for him after his classes, and followed him to his apartment, he’d shrugged you off with the same ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’ look in his eyes.
Rounding the corner, his long legs making no accommodations for your shorter ones, he says, “No. If you wanted better results, you should have put in a better performance. Surely you’re smart enough to work out that that’s how life works.”
Hands grab his arm, yanking back with all your strength only to be dragged along with him and his burly body. Your heels scrape along the floor. People stare. You don’t care. “Don’t be an asshole. You know my essay was good. It was really good. Just give it a read. A proper one, and not the rushed job you do because you’re overworked and underpaid.”
He stops.
Your face bumps into this back, forehead nearly bruised by the hardness.
His brows rise above his glasses as he fixes you a look. “Kid, your essay was good — decent introduction, clear structure, sufficient evidence — but it’s not good enough for the extra marks to push you into the top band. Your closing argument fell flat ‘cause of your wishy-washy writing style, you didn’t adequately humour the counter arguments and undermine them to strengthen your thesis, and, worst of all, you misspelt ‘complement.’”
A frown graces your features.
“No, I didn’t. C. O. M. P. L. I. M—”
“No. With an I, it’s to flatter someone. With an E, it’s to enhance, pair well, or complete another thing.” Toji explains rather robotically, eyes still dead and voice monotone. “For example, if I said you’re a pretty girl, that’s a compliment. And if I said, your essay goes well with the trashcan over there, that’s a statement that suggests the two complement each other. See the difference?”
He’s already stalking off again, hands in his pockets, huge stature unwilling to accommodate the people walking down the hallway.
You break into a jog, panting embarrassingly by the time you reach him. “Dude, we’ve known each other for three years. We’ve gone through a lot together. We’re basically friends. Can’t you do your best pal a solid?”
Toji glances down at you. He pushes a door open, holding it a second longer than he needed to. You follow behind him. Somewhat amused, he replies, “We know each other because we’re on the same course, not by choice. And I don’t know what you mean by the whole ‘we’ve gone through a lot together’ thing — the most dramatic thing we’ve faced is when the projector didn’t work and we had to go into a different hall. And we’re definitely not friends.”
Well, fuck, you’re running out of rope.
“Then, let’s officially be friends,” you offer, elbowing him gently. “If you ever need help, buddy, I’ll always have your back.” Then, in an act of complete desperation, you begin shakily singing, “You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me. When the road looks tough ahead—”
A heavy hand shoves you away by your head. You stumble into a bulletin board.
“Enough,” he gruffs. “My day’s already fucked because the prof lost his papers and wants to blame me. I don’t need to lose my hearing on top of that.”
Your head flits around. “Did you guys see that?” People give you weird looks. “He just shoved me. The TA just shoved me. We need to protest his violent behaviour by demanding he remarks our papers. Who’s with me?”
Everyone walks past without another look at you.
Toji, on the other hand, lifts his glasses and runs a hand down his face. Muttering something under his breath, he pushes a door open and holds out a hand before you can mindlessly follow. “It’s the men’s bathroom. Tell me you’re not shameless and stupid enough to come in here.”
“I’ll wait outside.”
His eye twitches.
As though an idea comes to him, he straightens ever so slightly. “I’m gonna take a dump; you’ll be waiting a while.”
“That’s okay — I have no more classes so take your time but make sure you don’t stay sitting down longer than you need to,” you tell him, smiling innocently and standing aside to let a guy walk out, ignoring the freaked out face he makes at you. “You can get hemorrhoids."
He groans. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman.”
That seems to be as much of you he can tolerate because he walks in without another word to you. Opposite the door, you lean against the wall, whistling and coming up with alternative lines you can pull on him.
God, he’s so stubborn.
It’s not like giving you the marks docks his pay or lowers the professor’s opinion of him. He’s clearly just being an ass.
If he wasn’t such a good TA, a genuinely intelligent man, you would have gone above his head and asked for the prof’s personal assessment. But no, he has to be knowledgeable, a helpful source of information when you’re lost, someone who seems to know everything about any topic, who knows the exact pages of a textbook you should read to further your understanding, and who’s never declined a meeting for clarification on something you wrote.
For years now, you two have had a friendship-like relationship, often sharing snacks and exchanging brief words before or after lectures and classes, despite what he says.
Everyone gets along with him, though you’ve never actually seen him hang out with friends or go to parties. Maybe he doesn’t have any. Word on the street is he works part time in a couple different places. Some say so he can afford drugs, some for tuition.
The rumours never interested you, apart from any that mused about his love life, which seems to be nonexistent except for the many girls who hit on him. Not that you’re especially interested.
It’s just fun to be in the know.
Who knows how long has passed since he went in there. Your phone says fifteen minutes. Is that a normal amount of time for someone to be taking a dump?
Hesitantly, you push the door open and yell out, “Fushiguro? You doing okay? Is it stuck? For a couple extra marks, I’ll give you a hand.”
No one replies.
Brows furrowing, you bend down, looking through the stalls. No feet. What the hell?
Ahead, a window is ajar. Big enough for a man to squeeze through. Well isn’t that convenient? The kind of convenient that exists only in fiction.
Aggrieved and feeling bamboozled, you stomp back to your dorm room, slamming the door, jumping face down on the bed and screaming into the pillows. You’d feel better if you knew he had a grudge on you, if you bumped into him the first day and spilled his coffee all over himself and he’d never forgotten it. Instead, he’s just like that: does things by the book, does his job well, and achieves the best grades with ease.
Naturally, he’d become the professor’s assistant, a coveted position that seemed like it was made for him from the very beginning, and made your life a living hell because he won’t ever make concessions for you.
Sure, you shouldn’t ask him to, but it’s not like you’re asking for much. You’re generally a high performing student — punctual, hard working, ambitious — but you had one bad day which resulted in one bad essay and it lowered your average and now the internship you’d been eyeing could be snatched from your hands in a blink of an eye.
“It’s just not fair,” you cry out to your teddy bear. “It’s three marks. Three! Would it kill him to reread my essay and find those three marks?”
Mr. Teddy stares back at you and says, “He’s a grumpy man. Don’t take it personally.”
You sit up, blinking and processing his reply.
“Teddy…you’re right. He is a grumpy man, a TA with broad shoulders, yummy arms, and thick thighs with a bubble butt, but a man nonetheless. If he won’t pull favours for me, student to student, maybe he’ll pull favours for me man to woman.”
The plushie falls to the bed as you stand, staring at yourself in the mirror and formulating a plan.
With that you decide to seek him out the next day, sporting a new outfit and a different attitude.
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“Hi.”
“Fuck off.”
The cafeteria’s busy. It always is. It’s loud enough that most people wouldn’t even hear the exchange — chairs banging on tile, trays clattering, someone laughing too loudly at a table nearby.
Toji’s hunched slightly over a bowl of udon noodles, chopsticks moving lazily as he slurps them down. Some sports clip plays on his phone, propped against his dented metal water bottle. Commentators yell about something you don’t understand. His sleeves are pushed up over his forearms, revealing ropey muscle and the faint silvery line of an old scar running across his wrist.
An old hoodie hangs off his shoulders over a plain white T-shirt. Distressed jeans, worn sneakers. He’s too big for the plastic chair, long legs spread under the table. When he saw you approach, his feet had hooked onto the chair legs, forcing you to fight to remove it from his clutches so you could take a seat.
So damn rude.
His glasses have fogged slightly from the steam of the noodles.
He doesn’t look up. But he knows it’s you. You can tell by the way his mouth tightens for half a second before he goes back to eating.
You snatch his phone away. His green eyes flick up, annoyed. You smile, arms pushing your breasts together so they spill over your tight top. Toji’s gaze doesn’t waver. He continues to stare at you like you’re a pest.
“You can’t take no for an answer?” he asks though it’s not a question at all. “Might want to retake the consent course.”
Manicured fingers walk up his bare forearm before scratching down from his elbow. His skin is warm. Light dusting of hair tickling your fingertips. “Oh, Toj, have I ever told you how handsome you are? Because you really are. You’re so damn hot I can hardly focus on the lectures.”
He snorts, still eating his noodles and still refusing to look at your cleavage. “That’ll explain why you’re missing marks.”
Jaw dropping, you force yourself to recover quickly. A heeled foot brushes against his calf, sliding his jeans up. You bat your lashes, sultrily saying, “The only thing I’m missing is your cock in me, big boy.”
Toji meets your eyes again. His scarred lips twitch. “I don’t need to tell you that was bad, do I?”
You cringe, foot dropping and whole body slumping back into the chair. “Yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it.” Then you sit up, handing him his phone, and asks, “Are the noodles good? I’ve never had them.”
Phone pocketed, he shrugs. “They’re just the cheapest deal on the menu. Growing girl like you should get something more filling.”
The menu’s extensive, and the only thing sticking out to you is the chicken burger and chicken tenders meal deal. It seems to be especially popular today but you’re not sure you can finish the whole thing.
“Hey, if I get the Meal Super Cluck Blaster, will you share it with me? I’ve got dinner plans later so I don’t want to fill up.”
That finally gets a reaction. Toji leans back a little and gives you a slow once-over. Tight top. Lacy bra peeking up. Glossy lips. More jewellery than usual. His eyebrow lifts. “That why you’re dressed like a hooker?” he asks lazily. “Hot date?”
“Nah,” you reply, waving him off. “Wore this for yo— Wait.” You lean forward, staring at him wide eyed. “Are you jealous? Are you in love with me already? Because for extra marks, I’ll cancel my dinner plans and promise myself to you for all eternity.”
Toji rolls his eyes. “Go get something to eat; you sound insane.”
You hop up. “Okay, but stay there, alright? Take my burger because I only want the tenders. Oh, and will you share a pot of cheesecake with me? I’m lactose-intolerant but I really want cheesecake right now.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He’s still here when you come back.
As soon as you hand him the wrapped up burger, he scarfs it down the way big men do, like they haven’t eaten in days. You push him the tenders too. You’d actually gotten a double serving of everything so you have your own portion of tenders and he gets to eat another burger. There’s no way a man his size could survive on udon noodles.
“Also, let’s not act like you didn’t leave me hanging outside the men’s bathroom yesterday,” you bring up after sipping your juice. “Can’t believe you left through the bathroom window just so you could get away from me.”
“I didn’t,” he says, mouth full and adjusting his glasses.
You frown, dipping a piece of chicken in hot honey. “No, you definitely did. I peeked and there were no feet in any of the stalls. Unless you’re telling me you can grow invisible.”
“Just lifted my legs when I heard you come in, which I knew your crazy ass would do, so I could finally leave in peace. Didn’t think it’d take you fifteen minutes though.”
A laugh escapes you. “You were waiting me out? Does that sound like the mature thing to do? Jeez, you need to act your age.”
Toji’s eyes meet yours. Your smile falters for the briefest second. “I’m not that much older than you,” he reminds you. “Only by two years.”
“And yet you call me kid or kiddo,” you retort, clearing your throat. Have his eyes always been that green and deep? And is his voice usually that husky and masculine? Because you could have sworn guys your age don’t sound like that.
He shrugs again, second burger finished in a blink of an eye. “Never hurts to remind yourself.”
“Remind yourself what?”
The legs of his chair screech as he pushes it back. He stands, picking up his tray, and answers, “Forget about it. Enjoy your dinner plans. And I’m taking the cheesecake — no one wants a gassy date.”
“Wait,” you call out before he can turn away. “My marks?”
A pat on the head ruffles your hair.
“Still a no, kid.”
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“What if I suck your dick?”
Toji lifts his glasses to rub at his eyes. “I’ve got a ton of papers to grade for another class; I don’t have time for you.”
The door shuts behind you. His office is bare, not a single decoration littering the place, not a plant nor a picture.
His office is exactly how you remember it — disappointingly, aggressively empty. The walls are a dull institutional beige that makes the overhead fluorescent light feel even harsher. No posters. No photos. Not even a sad little plant struggling for life in the corner.
Just a desk. A filing cabinet. Two chairs that look like they were stolen from a waiting room. It’s the kind of office someone occupies temporarily, like he expects to leave at any moment and doesn’t see the point in settling in.
Leaning against the desk anyway, your fingers drum lazily along the edge.
You’ve been here before: once to argue about a paper he’d shredded with red ink, once because you’d missed an exam and needed him to sign a form, and once because you’d sworn you heard him swearing loud enough to be heard halfway down the hallway.
You grip his shoulder, squeezing as you scan the fat stack of papers on his desk — the prof’s particular about handwritten essays. There’s so much to read through; you do not want to be him.
“God,” you mutter, flipping through a few pages of the stack. “There’s like fifty here.”
“Seventy-two,” Toji corrects without looking up. His handwriting is sharp and aggressive, red ink slashing through entire paragraphs like he’s committing academic murder. You wince in sympathy for whoever wrote the paper currently being dismantled.
“Good thing you can multitask, can’t you? I’ll suck your dick under the desk, you grade papers, and you bump me up a grade. Easy.”
He shrugs you off, hulking body hunched over and pen scratching on the papers, leaving harsh circles and comments like, ‘what the hell does this mean?’ and ‘you can’t just say perchance.’
Toji gruffs, “I’m serious. Take your jokes elsewhere.”
Nah, you think to yourself.
With a massive struggle against his weight, you yank his chair back, wheeling him a distance from the desk and clambering under before he can fill the space again. He makes some noise above you but you pay him no mind. Your hands rest on his meaty thighs through his sweatpants, marvelling at the density, at the strength you find in them.
“You’re fucking ridiculous.” His foot nudges your knee. “Get the fuck out. I’ll cropdust you if I have to.”
You call his bluff by clutching his clothed cock. He jolts, grunting. Laughing softly, you muse, “You say all that but you have a semi already — did my proposition get you hard, Toji?”
You’re rubbing his hard on, trying not to get flustered by how big he feels, and how fat the girth is. Of course he’s big. In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have been so surprised; he’s a big man so naturally the proportions will match up.
“Suck my dick, don’t suck my dick, it doesn’t matter,” he says, sighing and probably pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re not getting those marks.”
He thinks that’ll stave you off because he knows you’re whoring yourself out for a grade. What he doesn’t know is that your stupid little brain’s already forgotten about all of that the moment you felt his cock. Now all you can think about is how you’ll have to stretch your lips nice and wide to take him in, and even then, even when your throat is lax and loose, you won’t be able to take him to the base.
Toji grunts again, peering down at you. “You mouthing at my dick? Did’ya not hear what I said?”
Like you’ve been possessed, you press kisses to where his tip is, humming around it. “I heard, but your dick’s saying other things to me, and I know which I prefer to listen to.”
“My dick’s not marking your paper, so get the fuck up,” he growls.
“Don’t wanna.”
“You’re fucking killing me here.”
A heavy hand bundles your hair up, pulling but you fight against it, hooking your fingers under the waistband and releasing him from the constraints. His boxers have a hole, and yet you only find it endearing. Freeing his cock so it bounces up and smacks your cheek, it leaves a wet mark on your skin.
Tutting, he wipes away the wetness from your skin.
Oh fuck, he really is big.
With nothing between you and his dick, you can see him in all his glory in the partial shadow of under his desk — long, thick, flushed red, already shiny at the slit, veiny as hell, hairs at the base wild and unruly, with weighty balls to match. You’ve never seen anything better.
Tongue out, you lick him from base to tip, prodding at his frenulum.
“Quit it,” he commands through gritted teeth.
You moan wantonly, already addicted to the salt on his kin, to the texture of his veins, to the softness of his cockhead. “Toji, you’re so big. I don’t think this’ll fit inside me.”
The thing throbs, bobbing. A droplet oozes out and you quickly lick it up. The hand that was pulling your hair has grown slack, simply resting on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping the wood.
Voice hoarse, he mutters, “If anyone can make it fit, it’ll be your stubborn ass.”
Your eyes meet his from under the desk, mischief sparkling in them you’re sure. His cock throbs again. “I thought you had papers to mark, Fushiguro. Maybe you should get on that, no?”
A calloused thumb presses down on your lips, shushing you. It slides down, bringing your bottom lip down with it, before releasing it so it’ll bounce back in place. That same thumb holds your jaw open, hand guiding your mouth to his tip. You know what he wants. You also know that he knows that you both know that you won this time.
Wide as you can, you take as much of his length as possible. You don’t get much further than a third of the way, full beyond belief and overwhelmed by just how much of him there still is. Your nails dig into his thighs.
“If this is supposed to convince me to give you extra marks, then you’re failing real hard, doll,” he notes, gripping the base. “Can barely fit the head, can you?”
He’s acting like it’s your fault he’s so big.
Challenged, you loosen your throat to take him an inch deeper. You gag around the length. Toji curses under his breath. “Careful,” he mutters. “You’ll hurt yourself.”
You ignore him in favour of shallowly bobbing, sucking and licking what you can, as though he’s a lollipop. It’s actually kinda fun.
The familiar sound of pen scratching on paper and paper rubbing on paper echoes in the relatively quiet office. Only the wet sounds of your mouth sucking his cockhead pierces the silence.
Growing more and more used to his size, you flick your tongue around the head, letting your hands wrap around the rest of him, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth. Occasionally, he makes a couple breathy noises — low grunts when your tongue laps up his tip, gravelly groans when you hollow your cheek to suck, and rough exhales through his nose when you grip his balls, massaging them, thumb rubbing the seam.
It becomes easier to forget why you were here in the first place; you’re just blowing him for your own entertainment now, wanting something to occupy your throat.
Then, he asks, as though he’s making casual conversation, “How was the date?”
“Hmm?”
Toji rolls his eyes. “The date,” he repeats. “How was it? He pay for the meal? Open doors, see you to your door, kiss you goodnight and shit?”
Your lips stretch into a smile. You release him with a pop! “I didn’t go on a date,” you tell him. “My friends hosted a housewarming party because they moved in together. I had a great time, thanks for asking.”
Is he pleased? Unaffected? Genuinely just making conversation? Hard to tell, except for the pushing of his hand, urging you back to his dick, and taking him further inside your throat, till his tip bumps the back of the gummy walls.
“Good,” he exhales out, thighs flexing around your body. “That’s real good.”
“My blowjob skills or that I had a great time?” you ask, words muffled and barely understandable.
“Both,” he answers. “Both, doll.”
A knock on the door has you both stiffening. Toji glares down at you and whispers, “It’s the prof. Do not make a sound.”
He didn’t need to tell you that — you’re well aware that if you get caught, you’ll both face disciplinary action, and will likely be kicked out of the university. That’s worse than not getting the internship.
The office falls quiet so suddenly you can hear the ticking of the wall clock. Toji’s hand tightens briefly against the desk as the knock comes again. “Come in,” he calls, voice steady.
The door opens before he even finishes the word.
“Ah, Fushiguro, there you are,” the professor says, stepping inside with a stack of papers tucked under one arm. “I wasn’t sure if you’d left already.”
From your position under the desk, you can only see shoes. Polished leather. Slow steps across the floor. You don’t slide his cock out of your throat, lest it makes a sloppy noise that’ll give you both away. So you breathe through your nose, being very, very quiet.
“No, I was just finishing up some grading,” Toji replies, cool as a cucumber.
His tone is annoyingly normal. Completely unbothered. He’s really convincing. Has he done this before? Is this a normal occurrence? Do a lot of girls offer to blow him for better marks, and does he take them up on it? Are you the one exception to his generosity?
“Good, good.” Papers shuffle. A chair creaks as the professor sits across from the desk. “I actually wanted to ask about the research methods essays.”
Of course he did.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
Toji shifts slightly above you — just enough that the movement brushes your shoulder — and then he leans back in his chair. “Yeah?” he says.
“I noticed something odd in the submissions this year,” the professor continues. “Half the class seems to misunderstand the section on sampling bias.”
He hums thoughtfully. “You mean where they’re supposed to explain the limitations of convenience sampling?”
“Exactly.”
A sheet of paper slides across the desk.
“You see this one here—”
From below, you hear Toji pick it up.
“—they describe the method correctly, but their conclusion contradicts their own analysis.”
There’s a pause whilst the TA reads. You stare at the underside of the desk and try not to shift your knees. God, this is like torture. Having a cock lodged in your throat and not being able to do anything with it is hell. Above the desk, they’re chatting away, talking about your fellow students, with the professor none the wiser that one such student’s under the desk.
“Yeah,” he says after a moment. “They’re treating correlation like it proves causation.”
“Precisely!” the professor says, sounding delighted. “It’s surprisingly common.” Another pause. You hear a pen tap the desk twice. “I was thinking next year we might restructure the lecture slightly,” the professor continues. “Maybe introduce a short case study before the assignment.”
“Could work,” Toji replies. “Give them something concrete, tangible, to analyse.”
Your legs are starting to cramp. Your lips tighten around his hot cock. Toji brushes your hair back from your face, a quiet act to show he hasn’t forgotten about you. The professor keeps talking, completely unaware.
“Also,” he says, shuffling more papers, “the literature review sections were stronger this year.”
“Mm.”
“I suspect the workshop helped.”
Toji lets out a quiet huff that might be agreement.
“You handled that well, by the way,” the professor adds. “The students seem to respond to your feedback.”
This is way too boring, you decide. In an act you might end up regretting for the rest of your life, your offended tongue prods his tip where he’s still leaking salty precum.
He grunts, knee crashing up on the wood.
The professor asks him if he’s alright, and Toji replies, “Fine. Sorry. Just had a cramp.”
A triumphant smile pulls at your lips, which is quickly wiped away by the sudden pinch at your cheek. You wince, unable to smack him in retaliation.
A sigh fills the room. “I fear you work too hard, Fushiguro. You ought to take a break here and there. Do something fun and wild, or whatever it is people your age do nowadays.”
“I am having fun,” Toji says, hand coming back to rest on your head, growing heavier and heavier until you’re forced to take him inside your mouth, deeper and deeper. “In my own way.”
He’s filling you up more than he was before, now more insistent, no longer so passive. You’re struggling to take him but he’s not letting up. Fuck, you’re soaked between the legs. Who knew you had an oral fixation?
“Well, good,” the professor says. He pushes his chair back. Your heart jumps in joy. “I won’t keep you any longer, I know those papers won’t mark themselves. Boy do I not envy you.” He laughs. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”
“You too, Professor.”
Footsteps move toward the door. The handle turns. The door opens. Closes. Silence. Two seconds pass.
Then Toji peers down, licking his scarred lips, and mutters under his breath, “You needy fucking girl. Couldn’t wait, could you? Couldn’t resist not being a pain my fucking ass. If you want cock so badly, then here you go.”
His hips thrust up, hand keeping you in place. Your eyes fly open, throat stretching to take all of him in. Oh, he was as pent up, as frustrated, as you were. The force in which he’s rutting inside your throat displays that nice and clear.
“You’ll do anything for a good grade, won’t you? Even debase yourself like this. God, you drive me crazy.”
You gag around his cock but he doesn’t pay any mind to that. No, Toji’s just rutting inside your mouth over and over again, grunting louder and louder now.
Meanwhile, your hand seeks out the heat between your legs. You grind against the heel of your palm, moaning around his length. The vibration has his balls tightening up.
“Fuck!”
Hot cum bursts inside, coating the walls of your throat and your tongue.
Toji leans back in his chair, which creaks. You pull him out, coughing at the salty burn. Damn, even his loads are big. It’s like a cream puff exploded inside your mouth.
Hands carry you up, sitting you on his thigh. One rubs your back in circles, the other wipes away the tears at your eyes, licking at the wetness he’s collected on his thumb. “You good, kid?” he asks, brows furrowed.
“Yeah,” you respond, voice hoarse and not fooling anyone. “I’m good.”
You take a sip of his water from his water bottle, not caring about the fact that you’re drinking from where he had been, and if he cared that your mouth which had been sucking on his dick and cum is on his cup, he didn’t say.
He sighs, tucking himself back in and says, “Come by my place tonight. Hand me your essay again and I’ll reread it. But I’m not making any promises about finding extra marks, alright? It’s just a second chance, and the only one you’ll get.”
Dopily, you smile at him. “Throat game that good, huh?”
His lips twitch. He shoves you away, smacking your ass as you walk away.
“I’ll text you the time and place. Don’t be late.”
Nodding, you head for the door, not leaving however till you ask, “Should I wear matching underwear, or is this a strictly keep your clothes on meeting?”
“Fuck off before I regret it.”
“Lacy thong it is!”
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“Should I spread my legs now or do you want me to fluff you first?”
Toji’s deadpan face meets you when he opens the door. He sighs as though he’s regretting this already. Regardless, he lets you in.
You can tell he showered recently — there’s the scent of cheap soap lingering on his skin and his hair is still a little damp.
His apartment is nice and clean, which surprises you somewhat. Most guys your age tend to be messy. But you should have known the TA would be neat and organised.
“I’m serious,” you begin, snuggling up to his side and batting your lashes up at him, “what position do you want me? I’m not the most flexible but I’m not too bad.”
Shaking you off, he pushes you in the direction of the living room where the coffee table is covered with carefully laid out papers he no doubt carried from campus to continue working on. “Go sit down, you horny gremlin. Make some room for your essay and let’s get this over with.”
You do as he says, folding your legs so you can sit by the coffee table on the rug. You take the essay out of your bag, shoving all the others to the side. With a frown, you ask, “So we’re really not fucking?”
He folds himself down too, sitting beside you, knee brushing yours. “I don’t solicit sex in exchange for academic favours. Dunno why you’re so surprised by that — can’t recall having done anything to make you think otherwise.”
“Well, you did give in after I blew you, so…”
“I was gonna offer before you did all that,” he informs you, snorting. “Just never promised to give you the marks.”
Toji adjusts his glasses, taking your papers and starting his reassessment of it. His lips purses, brows furrows, and he stares at the thing like it could tell him the answers to the universe. That or it’s so bad he just can’t fathom what you were thinking.
“Second paragraph, third line, why the hell is it so convoluted?” he asks, voice returning to that grumpy tone you’re more than familiar with now.
It’s the latter, it would seem. He really meant business. You shaved and everything for nothing. What a shame.
Leaning over, you rest your head on his big bicep, and, with a pout, reply, “I thought it sounded smart; I was pretty proud of that line actually.”
“No, doll,” Toji says, sighing. “The simpler the better. Don’t purposefully complicate your syntax. Only do what’s necessary to get the point across. If I, an expert in this topic, can barely understand what you mean, how is the ordinary person supposed to?”
“Yeah, okay. Simple is better, I get it.”
He continues reading, red pen in hand and making annotations as he goes. Meanwhile, you’re worming your way into his lap: one hand resting on his thigh at first, then a leg thrown over his. He notices what you’re doing — there’s no way he doesn’t know — but he doesn’t put up a fight. Eventually, you’re sitting in his lap, his chin resting on your head, and his arms caging you in.
Toji’s warm. He’s comfy to rest on despite all the muscles. Closer now, his soapy scent envelops you. It goes straight to your head. You find yourself squirming.
“Keep still,” he reprimands, underlining a phrase twice for emphasis. “You can’t just use jargon if you’re not going to explain it. It’s bad practice.”
“Got it.” Fiddling with his spare hand, running your fingers down his and over his palm, you ask, “Are academics supposed to have calluses?”
“They bother you or something?”
“No, not at all. I’m just curious.”
He hums. “I do odd jobs here and there, some more manual than others so yeah I built up some calluses.” Without missing a beat, he pivots the topic. “Tell me again what the difference is between compliment and complement.”
You bring that hand up to your breast, imploring him to grope your tits as you reply, “With an I is to praise someone or something, and with an e is to say something matches well with another.”
A moan escapes your lips when he squeezes in approval. Toji mutters, “Good girl. Guess you do listen to me.” Thumb brushing your hardened nipple through the thin material of your top, you squirm in his lap. His lips move against the top of your head. “No bra?”
“I figured you were going to take it off me anyway so I didn’t bother,” you say, still pressing his hand to your tit, riding the motions of every grope and flick of your nipple.
Another hum.
Slowly, you guide that hand down lower. He must know what you’re doing, where you want it to end up, but he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t reprimand or put up any resistance; he’s curious to see how far you’re willing to go. And you’re curious to see how much restraint he has, how long he can hold out before his façade of nonchalance breaks and he’s fucking up inside you.
You tease yourself, and him, first — his fingers, with your guidance, tease your bare thighs, following the hem of your tight skirt. Growing breathless, you ask, “What kind of odd jobs do you do?”
Toji’s calluses tickle the sensitive skin in your inner thighs just right. He’s still marking your paper, occasionally fact-checking your ideas and his theories in a textbook on the table. Amused, he retorts, “You curious about me, doll?”
“Hmm, I want to know exactly whose cock will be stretching me out in a minute.”
He snorts, patting your clothed pussy. You jolt with every impact. “I tutor on the side. Fix up some cars in the garage in town. I’m a physical trainer for three clients at the local gym too. And when I’m low on money, I sell risqué pictures of myself. That disgust you?”
All while he answers, Toji’s blunt nails scrape your slit through your panties. He’s not applying much pressure at all, if any, and yet every skim, every travel up and down has goosebumps rising on your skin.
“N-no,” you answer quickly. “I think that’s really cool. If I had a body like yours, I’d take pictures all the time too.”
His laughter rumbles in his chest. An odd sense of pride warms your own. He says, “Your body’s more than good enough to sell too, you know. Don’t act like you don’t know guys give you double takes all the time, or that your ass could stop traffic.”
Giggling, you lean back, gazing up at him with a smile. “Do you stare at my ass sometimes, Toji?”
God, you’re soaked. You can tell, though you’re not embarrassed whatsoever. If anything, you’re just itching for him to pull your panties to the side and touch you skin to skin, to plunge inside your pussy and make a mess out of you.
“Tell me where you can, and should, insert a semi-colon in paragraph six, and I’ll give you an honest answer.”
He nudges you with his chin. “Go on. Quit thinking with your pussy and give me the right answer.” A little aggrieved, you sit up straight, holding his wrist to keep his hand between your legs. Your eyes scan the section. Tentatively, you point to a full stop on the second line. Toji shakes his head and smacks your clothed pussy again. “Try again, and don’t guess.”
“Here,” you snarl, feeling way past pent up. “Now give me my reward.”
Toji huffs. “Semi-colons help for varying sentence structures. It’s in the little ways you can convey your points compellingly. Don’t underutilise the right punctuations.”
“Yeah, yeah, smarty pants. Rub my clit and answer my question already.”
Cool air brushes against your swollen, glistening lips. You sigh when his warm hand covers the entire slit barely a second later. His middle fingers are instantly coated in your wetness. He groans. “Fuck, doll, you’re dripping.” Toji doesn’t give you a moment to respond to that; his fingers rub at your throbbing clit in tight circles, drawing it out of his hood. You moan, back arching.
Finally, he answers, “I stare at your ass all the fucking time after I glare at the losers whose eyes wander from their laptop screens . I’m a big, fucking hypocrite — that what you wanna hear?”
“Fuck yes!”
Rustling of paper reaches your ears. Then two hands are on you: one furiously rubbing the bundle of nerves and the other gripping your throat. He squeezes threateningly. Your vision spots, jaw dropping. “Look at you, all desperate to have my cock inside you. And for what? For a couple marks? You’re not ashamed?”
Your ass is grinding back on his boner, sandwiching the hard thing between your cheeks as your own answer. How could you be ashamed when he wants you so bad too?
“I’m horny! Are you gonna fuck me or not?”
In a split second, you find your world spinning. Your back falls on something hard. You’re staring up at the ceiling, papers scattered beneath you. Rough hands tug you down by your thighs. When you peer down, Toji’s staring up at you from between your lips.
“Yeah, I’m fucking you. You already knew I was gonna. You gonna let me taste your pussy first?” A challenging brow quirks up, like he’s waiting for you to push him away.
Instead, your legs hook over his shoulders, ankles crossed. You grin at him.
Panties pulled to the side, his fingers spread your pussy for him. Those eyes scan every inch. He releases a shaky breath, cheeks flushed and Adam’s apple bobbing. “Even your pussy’s pretty. Fucking gorgeous.” Running a hand through his hair, he says, “You’re always such a pain, aren’t you?”
“I can’t help that every part of me’s pretty,” you reply, twirling your hair.
“Shut up and play with your tits — I like a show with my dinner.” Toji spits a fat dollop right on your clit. It slides down your slit but before it can disappear in the crevice of your ass, his tongue is collecting it and shoving it inside your cunt.
You gasp. “Fuck, Toji!”
In spite of his aggressive tone, you pull down your top, letting your tits bounce out. Those eyes follow every jiggle. “Good girl,” he rasps. “Squeeze them for me nice and hard. Good. Real fucking good.”
His glasses are foggy now with your own humidity, rattling with every movement. He’s eating your pussy out like he’s starved, like he’s never tasted anything better, like he’s going to make sure not a single trace of you can be found in his apartment after he’s done with you.
Growling, he spread your thighs wider. “Course you’ve got a sweet pussy,” he says, brows furrowing in what appears to be anger. “Course it’s sweeter than that fucking cheesecake. Course I’ll be craving you till I die.”
Fingers tangle in his hair, tugging for purchase. “Ngh, Toji, my clit…suck my clit!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Those scarred lips, the very ones you’ve stared at more times than you can count, wrap around your clit, sucking hard the way you did when you were blowing him under the desk. Electricity sparks inside, sending tremors up from your lower belly to your tits to the very tips of your fingers. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”
Filthy squelches are being wrung out of you, and you know he’s doing it on purpose, addicted to how responsive your body is to him.
Two fingers worm their way through your pulsing hole, basking in the rough textures of your entrance, stretching your gummy walls on their way to curling against that spot that has you oozing more cum out.
“You’re fucking tight,” he hisses. “You’re gonna struggle taking all of me later.” Then he barks a laugh, spare hand pressing down on your belly where the pressure builds up. Your toes curl. “A better man would take pity on you, go slow or wait another day, but I’ve already had my tongue inside your cunt so I’ll spare you the gentleman act.”
More fingers shove in, ignoring the screech that you let out. You’ve never had more than two and yet all four of his thicker, longer fingers are inside pushing your walls to their very limits.
Despite that, he remarks, entertained by the shock on your face which he studies through his glasses, “Suck it up, buttercup — my cock’s thicker than this, you know that.”
You do.
It’s all you’ve been thinking about all day. Hours after, your jaw’s still stretched out, sore and creaking after the workout you put it through. The thought of having something even thicker, longer than his four fingers has you growing dizzy, head handing over the coffee table.
“Yeah, my cock can’t wait to feel you too,” Toji says, not to you but to your pussy which is squelching lewdly and loudly. “Had to resist jerking my dick raw all day so you better make it good for me.”
Is it seconds later, or minutes, maybe hours, when you cum?
How ever long it is no one can deny it’s the strongest orgasm of your life.
Your entire body trembles, spasming beyond control. Are you screaming or silently moaning? Are your eyes shut or have you gone blind? And is he still pistoning his fingers inside you, damn near pushing all of his hand in?
“Stop,” you cry out. “No more, please!”
Mercifully, he yanks his hand out. Unfortunately, it leaves you feeling so empty you immediately crave the feeling of his hand gripping you from inside.
Lips and chin glistening, he kisses both inner thighs, which tremble.
Toji gathers you with one arm, showing off his strength as he carries you off the table and to the glass door which leads out to the balcony. It’s dark out and all you can see are the lights of people’s rooms in the apartment across. There are families lounging, dogs sleeping, TV’s blaring.
Behind you, you hear the rustling of his shirt as he throws it off carelessly. Bare skin grazes your own soon after his hands make quick work of the clothes you’re still wearing. In a flash, you’re naked. He bends down to pick up your fallen panties, inhaling the gusset deeply. Your legs cross tightly at the deeply satisfied groan he lets out.
“Next office hour,” he starts, lazily spreading your pussy lips and smearing your juices around so he can listen to the squelches and keep your squirming, “you better leave your panties with me. Consider it payment.”
You laugh. “Sure.”
Groggily, you try to keep your head up, wondering what you’re doing by the window, still a little out of it. A hand clutches your jaw, aiding you.
“I’m gonna fuck you against this window,” he announces, leaving no room for arguments. “You want those extra marks? Then you’re gonna be a good girl and take my cock like a champ.”
Ass gyrating back against the hot, heavy thing still confined in sweatpants, you wonder, “Do you have an exhibitionism kink?”
He lets go of you. You have to catch yourself by pressing your palms to the cold glass. Toji drags your hips back, foot kicking your legs apart. His cock plops onto your ass, scalding. “No, I have a ‘get my time’s worth from shameless women who waste my time with demands for better grades by humiliating them’ kink.”
“Sounds long. We should get that shortened,” you drawl.
His cockhead slides through your pussy, coating itself in your wetness. The fat thing bumps against your clit. You shudder.
Satisfied with your natural lubrication, he prods your entrance. “Yeah, we should. Let’s call it, Shut The Fuck Up And Take It.”
Then he enters you in one go.
You scream.
The window fogs up with your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.
You’re taking so much of his length so quickly that it should be painful. Despite that, there’s not an ounce of pain, not one you didn’t like at least — only the overwhelming pleasure of being filled up is resonating.
Toji grunts. “Almost had to fist this cunt and you’re -hah fuck- still too tight.”
Pummelling his cock in, his hips don’t pause for a second. You gasp for breath, palms slipping and sliding on the condensation that’s built up on the glass. It’s like you can feel him in your lungs, so impossibly deep, so hot, so intimidating.
“God, it should be a crime to have a body like this,” he says, hands groping every part of your flesh he can reach. He slaps your ass to watch it jiggle for him. He’s an ass man, that much is clear.
The force of his thrusting has you pushed closer to the glass, so close now that almost your entire front is flush with the surface. The coldness grazes your nipples. You moan.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
He tugs you back to him, body sliding down the glass till your ass is jutted out. Toji carries your hips up so you can reach him, but it means your toes are only brushing the floor. You cling to the glass door as much as you can. Through the glossy haze, you see the marks you left on the glass, from the oils and sweat on your skin. You see the outline of your tits, all round and fat, the handprints you left and the smearing of them all over the place because you couldn’t grapple with one position to have them in.
Are people watching? Are you flashing a poor old man, are you reigniting a sexual appetite in a pitiful divorcee, making a housewife jealous, creating fantasies for some guy your age? Are people rubbing one out to the flashes of ecstasy on your face, to the swaying of your tits, to the rippling of your ass?
Toji’s fingers creep under you, furiously teasing your clit. You whine. “I think I’m gonna cum again.”
“Go on, gorgeous,” he rasps. “Lemme feel you cum around my cock. Make my dreams come true.”
Two fingers gather the cream that’s formed a ring at his base. He draws three letters on the glass for you to stare at. It spells out c u m.
God, he’s dirty.
Another orgasm ripples through you. Your thighs shake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Toji!”
He growls out, hands tightening their grip on your hips, threatening to bruise, “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum early.”
Without waiting for you to come down from your high, he flips you around. Your back thuds against the door. His cock reenters you in a clean, easy slide, cunt beyond soaked and stretched out. Your arms and legs wrap around him.
Those glasses of him have fogged up so thickly now that they fail to serve their purpose. Toji takes it off with one hand, sliding it onto your head, like a headband keeping your face clear of your hair. “Don’t let them fall,” he orders. “They break and you won’t be getting that internship.”
And his lips?
They smack against yours.
He kisses you, all tongue and teeth and drool dripping down chins, like he’s been waiting weeks, months, perhaps years to do that. And you kiss him back just the same.
Inside you, his cock throbs. Toji’s hips swing back and forth, pelvis grinding on yours, rubbing your clit and wringing our more obscene squeeeelches.
“Oh god, I’m so full, Toji. You’re so fucking big.”
“You’re -hngh- t-taking me so well,” he praises, littering sloppy kisses all over your face and neck all while he pinches and rolls your nipples. “Moaning so adorably, all pretty and finally keeping this mouth quiet of smartass comments. You should be like this all the time.”
The rocking of his cock inside you is even better like this. The closeness, the warmth, the taste of him — you wonder why you waited so long to do this.
Tits squashed to his chest, your nipples scrape his skin, slipping and sliding with the sweat beading down your bodies. The hard planes of his chest feel magnificent. Nothing about his muscles are for vanity only, and the knowledge of the strength he’s holding back has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“You’d miss my smartass comments,” you tell him, head thrown back and hips working their way down on his cock of their own volition.
Toji groans against your neck, licking droplets of sweat. “Yeah, maybe. I definitely wouldn’t miss your spelling errors though.”
Smiling, you tug his head up by his hair, and bite his bottom lip. You pull and let go so it’ll snap back into place like he’d done with your lip when you were under his desk. “Maybe if you taught me like this, I wouldn’t -hah- make so m-many mistakes— deeper, Toji! Fuck me deeper.”
His hips plough deeper inside, like you wanted, hitting that spot inside you till you’re sure it’ll be bruised in the morning. Moans after moans are fucked out of you; his neighbours will give him an earful tomorrow, you’re certain.
“Book more office hours just to see me and not because you want something from me, then we can see if I can fuck your stupidity out of you,” he retorts.
You peck his lips. “Aw, does poor, needy Toji want me to give him more attention? Does he miss me when I’m not there? What a cute little baby.”
“Yeah, he does, actually,” he says, smirking. “That a problem?”
“It will be if you don’t make me cum.”
Toji reminds you, “You’ve been cumming around my cock this entire time; you still want more? Greedy girl.”
He pulls away from the window, stalking over to the sofa instead. Each step burrows him deeper inside you, kissing your cervix and pushing out gasps from your lips, all of which he swallows.
Carelessly, he throws you on the sofa. You bounce with an oomph!
Ankles held by one hand, he keeps your legs upright, hips lifted up to meet his. Toji presses a kiss to your ankle bone before he pushes his cock back inside. Your back arches with a mewl. Like this, his huge body becomes even more glaring — he’s casting a shadow over you, completely dwarfing you, reminding you how easily he could break you, how he could take whatever he wants from you.
Every time he buries himself to the hilt, a bulge pops through your tummy, right under your belly button.
“Look at that,” he mutters, brushing a thumb over it. You whine. “Feel me deep inside you? You’ll be feeling me inside for days, won’t you? Once it starts to fade, you can always come back for another fill, you know.”
“Promise?” you ask, grinning ear to ear.
Toji pulls out, leaving just his tip before he slams back in, jostling you down on the sofa. His abs contract, cock throbbing at the sudden clenching of your walls around him. “Fuck, yes, doll. Promise. I fucking promise.”
His glasses have slid off, rattling somewhere on the sofa with the impact of every thrust. He doesn’t seem to care about them anymore. You’re nearing another orgasm, head whipping around at the intensity of the pressure building in your core. He’s bullying his cock relentlessly in your cunt, chasing after his own high and sending you to yours.
When your eyes clash with his piercing, green ones, unobstructed by his glasses, you explode with a scream.
“F-fuck,” he grunts, following soon after.
Searing cum spurts inside you, cock pulsing, cum painting your walls. His thumb rubs your clit, aiding you through your orgasm. Your moans are vibrating against the walls, definitely disturbing his neighbours, but so are his groans.
He slumps over, rolling the two of you on the sofa so you’re resting naked on his heated body, his heavy arm preventing you from falling off. Your pussy’s sore, a mix of your cum and his dribbling out and creating a sticky mess on your inner thighs.
Absentmindedly, as you both catch your breath, he rubs your back. You draw shapes and letters on his chest. Toji combs his hair off of his forehead, chest rising up and down with his breathing. The dirty marks you two left are still on the glass, though it’s no longer foggy.
Reaching up above him, he gracefully finds his glasses, sliding them on his face. You like him with and without them.
“So,” you begin, “about those extra marks.”
Toji lifts his glasses up to rub a hand down his face. “Jesus, yes, you’ll get the marks.”
“Thanks!” you chirp.
“God, you’re a pain in the ass.”
.
.
.
“Fuck, Toji,” you moan. “I already came three times. It’s too -hic- too much.”
Your TA ruts his cock inside you, face buried in the crook of your neck. His glasses are on your nose bridge, blurring your vision; he gets so frustrated when the thing gets in the way of kissing you or eating you out.
“Shut up,” he rasps, hand pressing down on your lower belly so you can feel him even more. “You’re the one who dragged me here. Take every orgasm I give you and be grateful.”
That’s true — you were supposed to have an office hour with him, which is really an excuse to see your boyfriend before you have to attend the internship induction session, but then you took one look at him and his amazing body and started soaking through your panties so here you two are.
Oh yes, you did say boyfriend.
After he blew your mind out, you’d been visiting his apartment after classes so often, you were practically living there, and he didn’t mind. It started out casual, but after realising you two would go grocery shopping, watch movies together, and text each other practically every day, you decided to just seal the deal and make it official.
In short, he fucks good, and he can tolerate your personality, so you two stuck together.
A month in, neither of you are really regretting it. At least, if his desperate thrusting and sloppy kisses to your neck’s anything to go by.
“Missed you so much, Toji,” you whine, hips fucking back into him.
Toji groans, hand groping your tit from under your shit. “Yeah, baby?”
“Mmm.”
“Missed you too,” he confesses, licking a stripe up your neck and scraping his teeth down. Goosebumps rise on your arms. “Been wanting to see you all morning.”
You giggle, holding onto the stall for purchase and so his thrusting won’t make you smack face first onto the door. “You’re so cute w-when you’re needy.”
“Fuck off,” he says with no real heat to his words.
In the near distance, the door to the men’s toilets opens with a dull metallic creak, the sound echoing faintly off the tiled walls. Feet pad in—slow, unhurried. The steady rhythm of someone who expects the place to be empty.
“Fushiguro?” a voice calls out. “You in here?”
The two of you go very, very still. Toji’s entire body stiffens behind you, muscles locking. His hand clamps firmly over your mouth for extra measure, warm palm pressing tight enough that you can feel the tension in his fingers.
Your heart slams against your ribs, loud enough that you’re half convinced it might echo under the stall. What the hell is the professor doing here?
“Susan told me she saw you walk in this direction. You got a minute?”
Toji releases a tense breath through his nose, annoyed at the interruption but left with no choice but to answer. He lifts you up so your feet hang over the floor and won’t be seen by the outsider. “Yeah, prof. But I’m kinda in the middle of something.”
The professor laughs. “Yes, yes, I’m sure. I do apologise for interrupting you. I was just locked out of my account and can’t send emails for the next hour. You know how terrible I am with technology.” He enters the stall next door. He unzips his pants. You cringe. “I only wanted to ask if you’re prepared to host the internship induction later.”
You go still, this time for a different reason.
Your boyfriend releases your mouth. Fingers creep over to between your legs, where you’re still connected to him, where he’s still throbbing inside you. He slowly rubs your clit, keeping you from squirming in complaint with his strong arms. Toji responds, “Yeah, got all my notes ready.”
The bastard’s trying to distract you…
“Ah good, good,” the older man joyfully responds. His stream hits the water, and you fight the urge to face palm. “I had a look over the plans and the schedule. Very well organised, I must say. The competition was fierce, which is a testament to the success of the event, so props to you.”
Do men hold conversation so casually in the toilets?
Toji carefully begins moving in slow and shallow thrusts, prodding your g-spot over and over with his fat cockhead. You bite your lips to keep from moaning. Your nails dig into his thick arm. He ignores you.
“Don’t mention it, Professor.”
The man zips himself back up and flushes, exiting the stall. Outside, the tap runs, and you’re both still as quiet as rocks, afraid that any sudden movement will out you both as sexual deviants.
He adds, “Oh, and thank you for handling the applications for me; you know I hate all that paperwork nonsense.”
Your jaw drops.
Beyond tense, Toji replies like he’s aware of the weight every word exchange carries, “I do what I can do to help out.”
“I couldn’t do what I do without you,” the professor continues, sincere and ignorant to the fact that you’re there. The rustling of paper towels echoes. “Well, I’ll see you later. Apologies again for interrupting.”
The exit door swings open and you relax, but then his voice fills the space again.
“Do say hello to your pretty, little girlfriend for me.”
Your heart?
Drops to the fucking floor.
Toji’s grip on you tightens just slightly, barely noticeable unless you’re pressed this close to him.
Your mind races. Did he see you come in? Did someone tell him? Did Susan, whoever the hell she is—
Toji speaks before you can spiral further, his tone sharper now, suspicion threading through it. “What do you mean, Professor?”
“Oh, you know, the girl you’ve been eyeing for a while now — she’s on the internship, yes?” Then he laughs the kind of laughter old men do, all paternal and wise. “Don’t worry, son, I’m not accusing you of pulling strings; I know she’s a very intelligent young woman. Ambitious too. Almost as ambitious as you. I hope you two work something out.”
Your heart slows its beating but you’re not any less tense.
Sighing, Toji responds, “I’ll let you know if we do.”
“Yes, yes,” the professor says before he leaves for good.
Finally, it’s just you two in the men’s toilets again. The silence and emptiness is maddeningly relieving. Although, you’re seething, practically vibrating with accusations and anger.
Toji lets you down. Your feet touch the ground again. You pull him out, whirling on him with a disbelieving glare. You snatch his glasses off your face with one hand and smack his chest with the other. The man doesn’t budge.
“You sneaky piece of shit!”
He gathers both of your wrists with one hand, rolling his eyes. Toji takes his glasses from you and slides it on his face. Seeing you clearer now, he guides his cock back to your pussy, re-entering with ease. You moan, allowing him to hike your leg over his hip so he can press in deeper.
Kissing your lips, he mutters against your lips, “I did what I had to to get your attention. Sue me.”
“God, you’re the worst,” you breathe out, chest jutting out to his, nipples aching and clit throbbing.
“Yeah, yeah,” he says, “I’m the big, bad wolf, and you’re creaming all over my dick right now. Let’s not act like you got the short end of the stick here.”
“Master manipulator,” you hiss, kissing him back, fingers tangling in his hair as soon he lets go of your wrists to grope your tit and ass.
“Whore,” he fires back.
Then the two of you smile, clutching each other tightly as you both rock into each other, nearing your mutual orgasm and riding the pleasure growing in your bodies. Fuck, he feels so good.
“We’re gonna be together forever and ever, aren’t we?” you ask.
Punishing your cocky bf!satoru. but after having your fill feeding on his demise, he takes his turn.
Condescending
Contents. cocky!gojo, submissive/dominant!gojo, mommy kink, bondage, edging, teasing, use of dildo, masturbating(f), watersports, oral sex(m receive), spit kink, overstimulation, manhandling, fingering, clit torture, pussy torture, praise kink, p in v
wc. 5k+
art creds : _3aem (x)
One thing about you is that you hate being belittled. You despise people who look down on others, thinking they're better than everyone else.
Certain fact about your boyfriend? He's so fucking full of himself.
It's not like he straight up brags about it, especially to you — well okay, he does once in a while, yeah.
But here's the deal. He has every right to do so. Not only is he the strongest, he's also rich, smart, tall, handsome, compassionate, selfless— you name it, he has it. It's as if he was carved by the gods themselves and thoroughly thought about before coming into the world, blessing everyone he encounters and everything he makes contact with.
The man enyone could ever ask for.
You're humming as you measure out the flour, your(boyfriend's) favorite shirt hung loosely on your body, mini shorts underneath. The strands of your hair flow along your movements.
The sweet scent of the chocolate chips and roasted nuts linger around the kitchen, strays of sunlight beaming through the half-opened glass stained windows. The sound of birds chirping, subsequently adding more serenity.
It's a perfect sunday afternoon.
Baking on sundays has become your weekly routine. It's a great way to end the week. Plus, you get to have fresh batch of baked goodies for the following days. Satoru and you take turns in baking.
This sunday wss yours to add your little magic in creating your own desired, ideal cookies. The calm ambience was disrupted when the microwave beeped, signalling that your butter had melted.
As you put on the kitchen mitten, then take out the mini bowl, your ears absorb the loud flapping of house slippers down the hallway, followed by a loud, singy voice. "Heyyy babyyyy, I missed youuu" he extends his arms as he takes long strides to get closer to you.
"Babe, we were literally on the same bed before you took a nap" you chuckle at his silliness. Once you settle the mini bowl on the counter, you accept his offer and embrace him.
Satoru leans down to your height, snuggling on your neck, hair all over his face. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling gge faint smell of your fruity shampoo. "Hmm I know, still missed you though" he whispers, finally looking at you. "and it's a beauty rest, not a nap" he taps on the tip of your nose
You laugh hysterically. "Damn okay. I can say it is definitely effective." you study his face. "Just look at you. so handsome, baby" you beamed a smile.
Satoru's heart skipped a beat at your remarks. He loves it when you compliment him, and will purposely fish for more high remarks from you. Not even three seconds, when it was replaced by a smug smirk. "Heh tell me something I don't know" he eyes your soft lips, crashing his with yours.
His plump and always glossed lips melting perfectly with yours. He kisses you softly, like he's got the time in his hand, taking his own pace. You wrap your arms on his nape, pulling him closer. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
Your mouth slightly parted when you moaned, his hands shifted from your waist down to the curve of your ass, squeezing your ass cheeks. You could feel him display that smirk of his once he gained access to your mouth, exploring it. Your tongues collide, swirling around each other's wetness.
The soft, gentle, passionate kiss was long gone. He bit on your bottom lip before breaking the heated make out session. The two of you panting, gasping for air. He flashes a smile and tucks your hair behind your ear, then cupped your face in his massive hands.
"Oh god. you're so pretty baby. I love you" Satoru places a kiss on your forehead, he earns himself a giggle from you.
"I love you too" , your words muffled, his hands still squishing your face, his head turning to the side to look at your lil baking station. He frowns his eyebrows at the sight, a slight disgust on his face.
"That's not how you do it, sweets" his dramatic ass gasps. "This is why my cookies turn out better. I use brown butter instead of the normal one" you roll your eyes at him, removing his hands from your face.
"It literally tastes the same" you grab the big bowl of wet ingredients.
"No, they abso-fucking-lutely do not" he holds his chest, deeply offended by your words. He tries to take over the situation, grabbing a hold of the spatula.
"They do" you start to pour the wet mixture to the dry one.
"Then how come your cookies are always unfinished when we serve them to guests" he cocks an eyebrow, then creeps in a smirk. "But mine.. Oh my, how can I even put this without sounding mean?" he pretends to be in deep thought. "Hmm. My cookies are always left with no crumbs, not even tiny bits" satoru declares proudly, crossing his arms.
You nostrils flare. "Get the fuck outta here, you're pissing me off now" you snatch the spatula from his grip. he laughs, holding his stomach. You look at him dead in the eye and narrow your stare.
"Okayyy!" he holds his hands up in the air, "Bake well, baby. Not as good as me though, hehehe" he banters once more, finally leaving the kitchen after kissing the top of your head.
"Dude, I am so not kidding. Satoru needs a reality check. Not everytime he's at his 100℅ you should straight him the fuck up" Suguru rants, plopping himself on the couch. Occupying the other side, whilst you and Shoko are all cuddled up on the other. Fluffy blanket warming your shivering bodies from the cold winter air.
"What happened this time?" you ask the man. He takes a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, we were assigned to a mission. Together. But he hasn't been feeling well. Done lied to you on the phone when you asked him about his fever." he clicks his tongue in annoyance. "He insisted on going with me after I told him a million times I can handle it just fine" Suguru folds his arms together, shaking his head.
"Gojo is Gojo. Nothing can change that" Shoko mumbles, eyes fixed on the television playing the chosen movie you two fought about.
"Oh I am gonna kill him myself, you did your best Suguru. thank you" you comfort the stressed man.
"Kill who, baby?" speaking of the motherfucking devil. He jumps from the back of the couch, bouncing as he lands on it. "Unless you kill me by what I'm thinking of right now, which I won't elaborate." he winks at you. "We all know that's not gonna happen" he steals you away from Shoko. She kicks him, making you snicker when Satoru pouts his lips at her action.
You bring your hand up to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Toru, you're still so fucking hot— by hot I mean your temperature" you quickly follow up, his mouth about to open to say more silly things.
"But I feel fine" he adjusts his position on the couch, feeling more comfortable.
"That's because you constantly think you're fine, you arrogant prick" Suguru throws a pillow at him. You and Shoko dissolve into laughter.
"Whatever" Satoru sulks, hugging your side. His chin on your shoulder.
"Baby, jokes aside. You have to have a rest once in a while. It's completely okay to rest and be vulnerable, y'know" your tone softens, hand moving to touch his face and make him look up to meet your gaze, worry all over.
Shoko and Suguru nod in approval of your statement, agreeing.
"Yeah yeah, okay" he gives in, holding your hand and kissing it. "Still one of the strongest though" he creeps in a grin.
"Oh my god. " the three of you facepalmed yourselves.
"Suguru, I hereby give you permission in using your ability against Satoru whenever and wherever you feel is necessary" you hold your palm up, taking an oath.
"I take pride in accepting your humble offer, madam" Suguru follows your gesture.
"You guys are picking on me. That's so mean" Satoru shines, crossing his arms.
Shoko snorts. "That's 'cus you're so stubborn, dummy"
He just can't help it. Nevertheless, you love him just the way he is.
But it does get to a point.
"Babe, you literally should've known this by now. We've been together for five years. How can you still not comprehend how my cursed technique works?" Satoru babbles, as he lifts up the blanket and scoots in the bed to snuggle with you.
You ever so loudly scoff at his comment. you just wanted to know how he controls his powers, despite asking him about it for the millionth time, you just can't get it. The concept of different cursed techniques is enough to make your head explode. Big respect to the sorcerers though.
"Well, I know how it works... a little" you put your thumb and index in front of your face, leaving a tiny space between them. "but like I also don't understand how the purple hollow works" you pout your lips, while he settles his larger figure against you, feeling your warmth surround his senses.
"It must be so hard for you trying to keep up with me, huh? But worry not, my pretty baby. I'll gladly explain it to you—" gojo holds a finger up, a creeping smirk slowly forming on his lips.
"Excuse me?" you push him away, cutting him off, then grab the portion of the blanket that covers him, and sit up "who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" your arms cross, brows almost tangled with each other
he chuckles softly, "c'mon baby, what I meant was you're not a sorcerer so it must be difficult for you to understand sorcerer things" gojo grabs your waist with his two hands, pulling you closer
"get the fuck off me, you cocky bastard" you slap his hands
Oh, one more thing.
He loooooves to piss you off. On purpose that is. that's why he's so eager to push your limits— "Plus it's not really helping that I'm one of the strongest so.." he shrugs his shoulders "Heads up, sweets" satoru pats your head as he's fighting the urge to show his grin from ear-to-ear by how much you're fuming right now.
"F-fuckk babyyy, p-please make me cuuuumm" satoru pleads through broken whimpers, his majestic blue eyes glistening with tears. You're edging him for the second time, his painfully-hard, long, and thick cock barely fitting in your palms.
You tied his hands together on the headboard, his naked body splattered on the bed shamelessly. Muscles and long limbs on full display. The low lights you set up makes him glow, the thin layer of sweat reflecting the lights, and the plump of his muscles accentuated, making your mouth water, as you try so hard not to make it too obvious.
Your right thumb swipes and glides on his reddened, oozing tip, whilst your left hand pumps the rest of his length in a lazy manner.
You giggle at his demise, knowing that you didn't even tie him up that tight. He in fact, can untie and free himself. He's enjoying your little dominant play just as much. Satoru loves to see and feel you taking over him.
This situation may have occurred more than once.
A lot, to be precise. He'd make you furious on purpose, so you'll play with him and use him whatever pleases you.
"Yeah? you wanna cum so bad?" you look at him, head tilted to the side, teasing him more. He nods his head so fast he almost breaks his neck. you stop your actions. satoru's hips buck upwards as a response, wanting to feel you again. You lean your face close to his, kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, "Use that big mouth of yours. You're not so talkative now are you?"
"Mnghhh, pleaseee. want t-to cumm" Satoru whines, as he presses his face onto yours and rubbing it, begging like a puppy. you bit your bottom lip by how submissive he looks right now. your pussy is clenching around nothing, feeling your own slick flowing out of your pussy like a river.
"Awww my poor baby" you coo, removing the pieces of hair that sticked on his sweaty forehead. Your hands move up, trace along his soft skin, and cup his face, "that's too bad. if you weren't so cocky to me, I would've made you cum right now" your lips faintly brush against his trembling ones.
Satoru grunts your name, "you're g'nna k-kill me here" you let out a sheepish grin and let go of him.
You climbed out of the bed, opened your bed side drawer, and grabbed your pale skin-colored dildo, almost identical to his. He bought you one and encouraged you to please yourself whenever he's away for work trips.
"I know" you stare at him, holding the toy up. he looks at you with lustful and oh so desperate eyes. You strip your remaining clothes, gaze never leaving him.
You hop on the bed and crawl towards the end, facing him as he's against the headboard. You spread your legs, whimpering in response at the sudden exposure to cold air. He hissed, satoru's cock visibly twitched at the sight of your wet and puffy cunt. Your left hand presses on the soft mattress for support, the other holds the toy.
You bring the dildo up to your lips, placing smooches that echoes through the dim room. "Baby.. pleaseee" his voice cracked, face overwashed in somber.
"Mhmmp shutup" you mumble against the dildo, licking the sides. Satoru's lips quickly pursed together, hooded eyes glimmering with amusement, as you work your mouth with the toy.
Slowly, you trace the tip from your mouth to your neck. Stopping at your sternum, you pushed it between your tits, squishing the toy. You smirk when you see his throbbing cock swing from his movements, trying (faking) to get away.
Continuing your actions, it glides down your stomach, and finally to your heated pussy. "Mnggggh" you close your eyes as you press it against your perked clit.
"holy fuck— you look so sexy doing that" his play pretend of acting all sad almost wears off. You moaned at the sudden praise. You swirled the sides of the dildo against your pussy, collecting the pooled slick dripping from your hole. Your hips grind on the bed, matching the pace of your hand rubbing the toy on your folds.
"Ohhh fuck yeah, mhmmm" you whimper, feeling your orgasm near. Satoru's eyes slightly widened, studying and boring his eyes directly to your cunt, you blush when you see him lick his lips simultaneously. Eager to feast on you.
You rubbed and rubbed, going faster each time. The friction gives you that pleasurable, burning feeling. You're out of breath, your boobs rise and fall as you breathe hard, gasping for air. "toruuuu yesss" you cry out, head tilted to the back, eyes shut, waves of pleasure washing over you. he grunts when he hears you call out his name.
you continued to rub on your pussy, your legs shake from overstimulation. You point the tip to your clit adding more pressure, still going up and down, fastly. "oh my g— ahhh!" you shriek, squirt splurting everywhere. The clean sheets and blankets underneath you are soaked. you halt your movements, and slowly open your eyes.
Upon opening them, you look at the man in front of you. God fucking damn. He's drooling like a fucking maniac. His tip stands out, covered in shiny white. you giggle, breath still raggedy.
You catch your breath for a moment, still feeling the post-orgasm bliss all over your body. " 's that all you got, baby?" he taunts.
Your eyebrow knit together at his statement. "Fuck you" you shot at him. Gathering all your strength to overcome the overstimulation, you part your legs wider and position the dildo to your pulsating hole.
You start to take in satoru's imitation cock, gasping at the sensation. Taking your time, you push all of it inside. Your back arches into a perfect bow, your boobs illuminating as a result. "There you go" he mumbles, reclining more on the bed to soothe his obviously aching body.
Once adjusted, you begin pumping it. Your wetness makes it sooooo easy to glide in and out. The wet squelches your pussy is producing drives satoru crazy mad. "I can make you feel better than that, baby. untie me, please" he proclaims through shallow breaths. Pleasee I wanna feel you"
You ignore him, too occupied in pleasuring yourself. Wanting to orgasm for the second time. You angled the dildo your hand slightly, "ohh! r-right there" you cry out, hitting your good spot.
"Fuck, can't be that good" satoru gulps. His envy growing immensely at the dildo, as if it wasn't his idea to get you one.
Your moans escape your throat, unable to keep them in. You feel your stomach knot, still filling your cunt with the toy. You look down and watch as your pussy takes it in.
"s-shit mnghhh" you bit your lip hard. A few more pump, and then— "ouhhhh fuck fuckkk" you ramble on, unable to think straight by how good you're feeling.
You pull it out of your pussy with a sounding pop! your bullied hole splurting creamy whites. You look at him with furrowed brows, catching your breath. Feeling a little exhausted from all of it.
You let go of the toy and crawl towards him. he spread his extended legs, welcoming you between them. your hands rest on his thighs. "spit in my mouth" he blurts out, gaping his mouth, tongue sticking out a little.
You grab his jaw and tower over him, he looks up at you. Your lips slightly part as your spit lands on his tongue. Taking it all. He hums in complete satisfaction. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you crash your lips together.
He diligently accepts and kisses you back hungrily. You opened your mouth, enough for him to swirl and play with your tongue. After a good minute, you let go. A string of saliva connecting your swollen lips.
Your thumb glides on his wet lips— pushing it in. He shuts his eyes. His tongue coating your finger with his warm spit. He sucks on it. "Look at me" you push your thumb farther in his mouth. He gags, eyes wide.
"Pleashhh, my cock. It— hmmm hurts. Plweasee m-mommy?" his words break, almost gibberish.
You're taken aback by the sudden name calling, you remove your thumb from his mouth. He had never called you that, not even before.
But shit.
it definitely sent you to another dimension, got you feeling butterflies in your stomach.
" 'Ya like that? Me calling you mommy?" he blurts out, when he noticed that your expression changed when he dropped the word.
You bit your bottom lip, feeling more giddy than ever. "Mhmm, now be a good boy"
You see, sometimes it's your fault as well. You enable him. 'Cus why the fuck are you obliging when he's supposed to be facing a punishment?
Oh well— can't even blame yourself. you've been wanting to taste him. So technically you're still the dominant one here, taking full control of the situation, right?
You lower yourself down his body. He can't help but decorate his face with a satisfied grin upon realizing what your actions are leading to.
You stop when you're face to face with his cock, his prominent veins, and trimmed bush on full display, yearning to be touched. You lick your lips at the sight— he looks so fucking miserable. So delicious.
"Ahhhh" his mind went cloudy when you blew on his tip, teasing him. "Y-your mouth. Suck me good. please, mommy" he almost cries, voice breaking.
You wrapped your hand around his shaft, feeling his unbelievable hardness through your soft flesh— he shoots your face with loads of his cum "I haven't even done anything. Aren't you so desperate? So needy for mommy" you say, completely amused. "Say it. Tell me how you get horny when I do you like this. Tell me who owns you"
"Mnghh— I love it when you get all mean and punish me like this" you lick his tip, tasting his salty cum. "Ahh fuck- you own me. I'm all yours, mhmmp all of me" he shuts his eyes, waves of pleasure flooding his senses.
After licking him off clean, you begin to suck him, hollowing your cheeks. Your jaw hangs wide because of his girth. "Y-yesss. jus like that. moreee" he whimpers.
Satoru's hips suddenly thrusted up, wanting more action, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You almost gag at his sudden movement. You shoot him a glare "S-sorry, won't do that agai— fuckkkk" his eyes roll to the back of his head, your pace quickening and mouth taking him deeper. Deep throating his massive cock.
"Ooohh nghhh— I'm gonna c-cum. Give it to me, mommy. fuck. pleaseee" he mewls, tears fill his eyes, eager to finally orgasm after being edged twice.
The wet sounds of slurping and sucking engulf the room along his moans and whimpers. You love giving him head, there's no denying that. You go on and bob your head up and down. Half of your face is decorated with his bodily fluids and your saliva. So messy. Satoru's cries encourage you to go faster.
Feeling him twitch in your mouth, his breathing became short and shallow. A rapid rhythm drumming beneath his skin. "Aughhh!" his coarse voice rings in your ear.
Thick and warm load going down your throat. You moan, making him completely lose it at the vibration you emitted to his cock. Some of his cum escaping the corners of your lips, dripping down on his balls, and the sheets.
His body stiffens, every muscle going taut. The bind on his wrists are not helping either.
Once he has calmed, you pull his cock out from your swollen lips. He pants like he just ran a thousand miles. You raise yourself to level with him, wiping the mess he made on your pretty face with the back of your hand.
"Had your fun, sweets?" he flashes a toothy grin.
"Mhmm" you bit your lip. Rising, sitting on your knees, you kiss him. He hums as he tastes himself in your tongue. You then went for his neck, leaving wet kisses. You feel him shuffle underneath you—
He wraps his arms around you, completely engulfing your smaller figure. "That's good. 'cus it's my turn" Satoru manhandles you effortlessly, he tosses the tie binding his wrists.
"W-wait toru—" your back presses against the fluffy bed, you bounce slightly from the impact. His hands grip on your wrists, pinning them above your head.
Now, you're the caged one. "I love it when you get angry. might just do it more often, baby. You looked extra fucking sexy" he attacks your tits. Going from left to right, giving them equal attention. You writhe beneath him. "Want me to stop?" he mutters, mouth still latched on your hard nipple.
You shake your head. "N-no! Keep going—need you" he grins at your response.
He lets go of your wrists to grab a hold of your neglected boob, squeezing it like it's some stress toy, the other being tortured with his harsh sucking and licking.
He goes back to your face to kiss you once again. Your hands find their way to tug on his silky, platinum hair, he grunts in response. You feel his right hand run down your chest, your tummy, then down down down— to your pulsating pussy.
With a wet smack! "Mnnghh" you moan in his mouth.
"Shit— my cock's gonna slide right in from how wet you are" he breaks the sloppy kiss. "Look who's needy now" Satoru nibbles on your earlobe.
Your breath hitches when he slides two fingers in, your back automatically arching. You clawed on his back, leaving scratches all over the wide canvas. His long digits start to curl in your gummy walls. Your eyes almost went white by how blissful it feels.
He takes in the way your face twists in pleasure. Your mouth open, brows knitted together, and your eyes squinted shut. He adores just how fucking good he's making you feel, merely with his fingers.
"Toruuu— more ahh" you insisted, grinding your hips to feel more of him
"Like this?" he rapidly curls his fingers whilst putting them in and out of your dripping-wet, needy hole. You choke on your breath, climax nearing. "Am I making you feel good?"
"Mhmmpp— yes! yes!" you loudly moan out. With a muffled cry, "I'm c-cumminggg! T-toruuahh" your body quivers, hitting your orgasm.
Your brain sparks from the immense pleasure. But it seems like Satoru does not plan on stopping, still fingering you.
"S-shitt. 's enough, baby" you open your eyes, hand trying to get him to move away. His free hand holds it up, then quickly takes the other one as well. He holds them down on your chest— just under your boobs, making them squish up, looking even more full.
He stares at you, studying every inch of your body. The way your legs shake from overstimulation, your uneven breathing, your flushed face, swollen tits— he hissed, then bit his lip. Feeling embarrassed, you turn your face to the side, trying to hide from him.
"Let me see your face. C'mon" his honeyed voice sending shivers down your spine. You shake your head, whilst pursing your lips to suppress your moans. He clicks his tongue, removing his digits inside you. He pushes his knees even further on your thighs, spreading them even more wide. "Oh well, you're gonna look at me sooner than later, doesn't matter. "
His thumb violently presses on your clit. He rubs mean circles on it, driving you crazy. Tears are starting to pool in your eyes. "I c-cant take it, toruuu" you finally face him again, tears rolling down your face to the pillows underneath you.
"Yes, you can. Don't be shy now, you already squirted earlier" he whispers in your ear, "Do it for me, too. Make a mess f'me"
He rubs faster on your nub, already swollen. Your whole body shakes, wriggling to try to get away from him— knowing what's about to happen. Which was a failure, because Satoru holds you down all the more.
"Ahhhh! Fuckk!!" you scream out, lips trembling. You squirted all over him— his hand, arms, abs, and soaking everything with your juices.
"There we go. that wasn't so hard, hmm?" he eventually deprives his hands from your tortured cunt, as well as your wrists, freeing you. He leans down and brings his right hand to your mouth. Satoru pushes his fingers in, making you taste yourself. He takes his turn and sucks on his own digits, humming in response. "So fucking sweet"
Still sobbing, he hushes you down by pecking on your lips. Wiping away your tears with the blanket. You reach for him, in need for a kiss to at least regain your lost energy. He chuckles, but still gives in.
You wrap your legs around his waist, arms surrounding his shoulders and neck, pulling him closer. Your mouths move in sync, tongues swirling around. Satoru breaks the kiss, "You feeling okay?" He slightly shifts his body, cock faintly brushing against your pussy.
You whine at the contact. "Fuck me" your words came out as a desperate call.
He blinks at you, completely fazed. Undeniably though, his cock only grew harder from your needy confession. "Shit, you want more?" he hissed
"Mhmm your cock inside me, please" you bat your lashes, hips thrusting up to meet his throbbing fat cock. And you swear you catch his eye twitch from that.
Without a second thought, he slams! allllll of his length inside you. "Aughh" your moans collide. He starts to quicken his pace, all while hitting your cervix. Your body goes up and down, up and down on the bed. Tits bouncing as he thrusts into you.
His massive arms encage you between them, supporting his weight. "G-god. feels sooo fucking—mnghh so good" he nuzzles on your neck.
The wet sounds of plap, plap, plap echo in the sex-indulged room. The cold air coming out of the AC is the only thing keeping you alive by how hot your bodies are feeling against each other. "F-faster" the words coming out of your lips all trembly.
"Yeah?? You sure you can take it, baby?" he kisses your forehead. You hum as a response.
Being the good, obliging boyfriend he is, he angles his hips for more convenience— now gaining more space to fasten his momentum. "Yes!!! Ohhh— toruu" you cry out, completely cockdrunk.
Not only is he thrusting faster, deeper as well. Because you feel his tip brush your cervix in every ram he delivers. His balls slam against your ass every time he thrusts in, his trimmed pubes adding more friction to your pussy. You can feel every popping veins inside you, his cock suddenly twitches— you clench around him.
"Mnghh shit don't do that" he whimpers, "I'm close, baby"
"M-me too" you mewl, legs squeezing him further.
After one, two, three, hard slams, the two of you vibrated loud moans from your throats. You hold onto him tightly as you reach your orgasm. He shoots his load in your pussy, painting your walls white. His warm seed overflows, stuffing you.
With a few slow, final thrusts, he pulls out, sucking in a hard breath. "I'm gonna marry you and make you an actual mommy" he declares, looking directly into your eyes.
His statement earned you a fond smile, "Hmm if you say so. I'd absolutely love that"
"Course you would, you love getting that slutty, pretty pussy of your stuffed." he kisses your forehead. "Now get on all fours, mommy"
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>𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
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Punishing your cocky bf!satoru. but after having your fill feeding on his demise, he takes his turn.
Condescending
Contents. cocky!gojo, submissive/dominant!gojo, mommy kink, bondage, edging, teasing, use of dildo, masturbating(f), watersports, oral sex(m receive), spit kink, overstimulation, manhandling, fingering, clit torture, pussy torture, praise kink, p in v
wc. 5k+
art creds : _3aem (x)
One thing about you is that you hate being belittled. You despise people who look down on others, thinking they're better than everyone else.
Certain fact about your boyfriend? He's so fucking full of himself.
It's not like he straight up brags about it, especially to you — well okay, he does once in a while, yeah.
But here's the deal. He has every right to do so. Not only is he the strongest, he's also rich, smart, tall, handsome, compassionate, selfless— you name it, he has it. It's as if he was carved by the gods themselves and thoroughly thought about before coming into the world, blessing everyone he encounters and everything he makes contact with.
The man enyone could ever ask for.
You're humming as you measure out the flour, your(boyfriend's) favorite shirt hung loosely on your body, mini shorts underneath. The strands of your hair flow along your movements.
The sweet scent of the chocolate chips and roasted nuts linger around the kitchen, strays of sunlight beaming through the half-opened glass stained windows. The sound of birds chirping, subsequently adding more serenity.
It's a perfect sunday afternoon.
Baking on sundays has become your weekly routine. It's a great way to end the week. Plus, you get to have fresh batch of baked goodies for the following days. Satoru and you take turns in baking.
This sunday wss yours to add your little magic in creating your own desired, ideal cookies. The calm ambience was disrupted when the microwave beeped, signalling that your butter had melted.
As you put on the kitchen mitten, then take out the mini bowl, your ears absorb the loud flapping of house slippers down the hallway, followed by a loud, singy voice. "Heyyy babyyyy, I missed youuu" he extends his arms as he takes long strides to get closer to you.
"Babe, we were literally on the same bed before you took a nap" you chuckle at his silliness. Once you settle the mini bowl on the counter, you accept his offer and embrace him.
Satoru leans down to your height, snuggling on your neck, hair all over his face. He takes in a deep breath, inhaling gge faint smell of your fruity shampoo. "Hmm I know, still missed you though" he whispers, finally looking at you. "and it's a beauty rest, not a nap" he taps on the tip of your nose
You laugh hysterically. "Damn okay. I can say it is definitely effective." you study his face. "Just look at you. so handsome, baby" you beamed a smile.
Satoru's heart skipped a beat at your remarks. He loves it when you compliment him, and will purposely fish for more high remarks from you. Not even three seconds, when it was replaced by a smug smirk. "Heh tell me something I don't know" he eyes your soft lips, crashing his with yours.
His plump and always glossed lips melting perfectly with yours. He kisses you softly, like he's got the time in his hand, taking his own pace. You wrap your arms on his nape, pulling him closer. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss.
Your mouth slightly parted when you moaned, his hands shifted from your waist down to the curve of your ass, squeezing your ass cheeks. You could feel him display that smirk of his once he gained access to your mouth, exploring it. Your tongues collide, swirling around each other's wetness.
The soft, gentle, passionate kiss was long gone. He bit on your bottom lip before breaking the heated make out session. The two of you panting, gasping for air. He flashes a smile and tucks your hair behind your ear, then cupped your face in his massive hands.
"Oh god. you're so pretty baby. I love you" Satoru places a kiss on your forehead, he earns himself a giggle from you.
"I love you too" , your words muffled, his hands still squishing your face, his head turning to the side to look at your lil baking station. He frowns his eyebrows at the sight, a slight disgust on his face.
"That's not how you do it, sweets" his dramatic ass gasps. "This is why my cookies turn out better. I use brown butter instead of the normal one" you roll your eyes at him, removing his hands from your face.
"It literally tastes the same" you grab the big bowl of wet ingredients.
"No, they abso-fucking-lutely do not" he holds his chest, deeply offended by your words. He tries to take over the situation, grabbing a hold of the spatula.
"They do" you start to pour the wet mixture to the dry one.
"Then how come your cookies are always unfinished when we serve them to guests" he cocks an eyebrow, then creeps in a smirk. "But mine.. Oh my, how can I even put this without sounding mean?" he pretends to be in deep thought. "Hmm. My cookies are always left with no crumbs, not even tiny bits" satoru declares proudly, crossing his arms.
You nostrils flare. "Get the fuck outta here, you're pissing me off now" you snatch the spatula from his grip. he laughs, holding his stomach. You look at him dead in the eye and narrow your stare.
"Okayyy!" he holds his hands up in the air, "Bake well, baby. Not as good as me though, hehehe" he banters once more, finally leaving the kitchen after kissing the top of your head.
"Dude, I am so not kidding. Satoru needs a reality check. Not everytime he's at his 100℅ you should straight him the fuck up" Suguru rants, plopping himself on the couch. Occupying the other side, whilst you and Shoko are all cuddled up on the other. Fluffy blanket warming your shivering bodies from the cold winter air.
"What happened this time?" you ask the man. He takes a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Well, we were assigned to a mission. Together. But he hasn't been feeling well. Done lied to you on the phone when you asked him about his fever." he clicks his tongue in annoyance. "He insisted on going with me after I told him a million times I can handle it just fine" Suguru folds his arms together, shaking his head.
"Gojo is Gojo. Nothing can change that" Shoko mumbles, eyes fixed on the television playing the chosen movie you two fought about.
"Oh I am gonna kill him myself, you did your best Suguru. thank you" you comfort the stressed man.
"Kill who, baby?" speaking of the motherfucking devil. He jumps from the back of the couch, bouncing as he lands on it. "Unless you kill me by what I'm thinking of right now, which I won't elaborate." he winks at you. "We all know that's not gonna happen" he steals you away from Shoko. She kicks him, making you snicker when Satoru pouts his lips at her action.
You bring your hand up to his forehead, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Toru, you're still so fucking hot— by hot I mean your temperature" you quickly follow up, his mouth about to open to say more silly things.
"But I feel fine" he adjusts his position on the couch, feeling more comfortable.
"That's because you constantly think you're fine, you arrogant prick" Suguru throws a pillow at him. You and Shoko dissolve into laughter.
"Whatever" Satoru sulks, hugging your side. His chin on your shoulder.
"Baby, jokes aside. You have to have a rest once in a while. It's completely okay to rest and be vulnerable, y'know" your tone softens, hand moving to touch his face and make him look up to meet your gaze, worry all over.
Shoko and Suguru nod in approval of your statement, agreeing.
"Yeah yeah, okay" he gives in, holding your hand and kissing it. "Still one of the strongest though" he creeps in a grin.
"Oh my god. " the three of you facepalmed yourselves.
"Suguru, I hereby give you permission in using your ability against Satoru whenever and wherever you feel is necessary" you hold your palm up, taking an oath.
"I take pride in accepting your humble offer, madam" Suguru follows your gesture.
"You guys are picking on me. That's so mean" Satoru shines, crossing his arms.
Shoko snorts. "That's 'cus you're so stubborn, dummy"
He just can't help it. Nevertheless, you love him just the way he is.
But it does get to a point.
"Babe, you literally should've known this by now. We've been together for five years. How can you still not comprehend how my cursed technique works?" Satoru babbles, as he lifts up the blanket and scoots in the bed to snuggle with you.
You ever so loudly scoff at his comment. you just wanted to know how he controls his powers, despite asking him about it for the millionth time, you just can't get it. The concept of different cursed techniques is enough to make your head explode. Big respect to the sorcerers though.
"Well, I know how it works... a little" you put your thumb and index in front of your face, leaving a tiny space between them. "but like I also don't understand how the purple hollow works" you pout your lips, while he settles his larger figure against you, feeling your warmth surround his senses.
"It must be so hard for you trying to keep up with me, huh? But worry not, my pretty baby. I'll gladly explain it to you—" gojo holds a finger up, a creeping smirk slowly forming on his lips.
"Excuse me?" you push him away, cutting him off, then grab the portion of the blanket that covers him, and sit up "who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" your arms cross, brows almost tangled with each other
he chuckles softly, "c'mon baby, what I meant was you're not a sorcerer so it must be difficult for you to understand sorcerer things" gojo grabs your waist with his two hands, pulling you closer
"get the fuck off me, you cocky bastard" you slap his hands
Oh, one more thing.
He loooooves to piss you off. On purpose that is. that's why he's so eager to push your limits— "Plus it's not really helping that I'm one of the strongest so.." he shrugs his shoulders "Heads up, sweets" satoru pats your head as he's fighting the urge to show his grin from ear-to-ear by how much you're fuming right now.
"F-fuckk babyyy, p-please make me cuuuumm" satoru pleads through broken whimpers, his majestic blue eyes glistening with tears. You're edging him for the second time, his painfully-hard, long, and thick cock barely fitting in your palms.
You tied his hands together on the headboard, his naked body splattered on the bed shamelessly. Muscles and long limbs on full display. The low lights you set up makes him glow, the thin layer of sweat reflecting the lights, and the plump of his muscles accentuated, making your mouth water, as you try so hard not to make it too obvious.
Your right thumb swipes and glides on his reddened, oozing tip, whilst your left hand pumps the rest of his length in a lazy manner.
You giggle at his demise, knowing that you didn't even tie him up that tight. He in fact, can untie and free himself. He's enjoying your little dominant play just as much. Satoru loves to see and feel you taking over him.
This situation may have occurred more than once.
A lot, to be precise. He'd make you furious on purpose, so you'll play with him and use him whatever pleases you.
"Yeah? you wanna cum so bad?" you look at him, head tilted to the side, teasing him more. He nods his head so fast he almost breaks his neck. you stop your actions. satoru's hips buck upwards as a response, wanting to feel you again. You lean your face close to his, kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear, "Use that big mouth of yours. You're not so talkative now are you?"
"Mnghhh, pleaseee. want t-to cumm" Satoru whines, as he presses his face onto yours and rubbing it, begging like a puppy. you bit your bottom lip by how submissive he looks right now. your pussy is clenching around nothing, feeling your own slick flowing out of your pussy like a river.
"Awww my poor baby" you coo, removing the pieces of hair that sticked on his sweaty forehead. Your hands move up, trace along his soft skin, and cup his face, "that's too bad. if you weren't so cocky to me, I would've made you cum right now" your lips faintly brush against his trembling ones.
Satoru grunts your name, "you're g'nna k-kill me here" you let out a sheepish grin and let go of him.
You climbed out of the bed, opened your bed side drawer, and grabbed your pale skin-colored dildo, almost identical to his. He bought you one and encouraged you to please yourself whenever he's away for work trips.
"I know" you stare at him, holding the toy up. he looks at you with lustful and oh so desperate eyes. You strip your remaining clothes, gaze never leaving him.
You hop on the bed and crawl towards the end, facing him as he's against the headboard. You spread your legs, whimpering in response at the sudden exposure to cold air. He hissed, satoru's cock visibly twitched at the sight of your wet and puffy cunt. Your left hand presses on the soft mattress for support, the other holds the toy.
You bring the dildo up to your lips, placing smooches that echoes through the dim room. "Baby.. pleaseee" his voice cracked, face overwashed in somber.
"Mhmmp shutup" you mumble against the dildo, licking the sides. Satoru's lips quickly pursed together, hooded eyes glimmering with amusement, as you work your mouth with the toy.
Slowly, you trace the tip from your mouth to your neck. Stopping at your sternum, you pushed it between your tits, squishing the toy. You smirk when you see his throbbing cock swing from his movements, trying (faking) to get away.
Continuing your actions, it glides down your stomach, and finally to your heated pussy. "Mnggggh" you close your eyes as you press it against your perked clit.
"holy fuck— you look so sexy doing that" his play pretend of acting all sad almost wears off. You moaned at the sudden praise. You swirled the sides of the dildo against your pussy, collecting the pooled slick dripping from your hole. Your hips grind on the bed, matching the pace of your hand rubbing the toy on your folds.
"Ohhh fuck yeah, mhmmm" you whimper, feeling your orgasm near. Satoru's eyes slightly widened, studying and boring his eyes directly to your cunt, you blush when you see him lick his lips simultaneously. Eager to feast on you.
You rubbed and rubbed, going faster each time. The friction gives you that pleasurable, burning feeling. You're out of breath, your boobs rise and fall as you breathe hard, gasping for air. "toruuuu yesss" you cry out, head tilted to the back, eyes shut, waves of pleasure washing over you. he grunts when he hears you call out his name.
you continued to rub on your pussy, your legs shake from overstimulation. You point the tip to your clit adding more pressure, still going up and down, fastly. "oh my g— ahhh!" you shriek, squirt splurting everywhere. The clean sheets and blankets underneath you are soaked. you halt your movements, and slowly open your eyes.
Upon opening them, you look at the man in front of you. God fucking damn. He's drooling like a fucking maniac. His tip stands out, covered in shiny white. you giggle, breath still raggedy.
You catch your breath for a moment, still feeling the post-orgasm bliss all over your body. " 's that all you got, baby?" he taunts.
Your eyebrow knit together at his statement. "Fuck you" you shot at him. Gathering all your strength to overcome the overstimulation, you part your legs wider and position the dildo to your pulsating hole.
You start to take in satoru's imitation cock, gasping at the sensation. Taking your time, you push all of it inside. Your back arches into a perfect bow, your boobs illuminating as a result. "There you go" he mumbles, reclining more on the bed to soothe his obviously aching body.
Once adjusted, you begin pumping it. Your wetness makes it sooooo easy to glide in and out. The wet squelches your pussy is producing drives satoru crazy mad. "I can make you feel better than that, baby. untie me, please" he proclaims through shallow breaths. Pleasee I wanna feel you"
You ignore him, too occupied in pleasuring yourself. Wanting to orgasm for the second time. You angled the dildo your hand slightly, "ohh! r-right there" you cry out, hitting your good spot.
"Fuck, can't be that good" satoru gulps. His envy growing immensely at the dildo, as if it wasn't his idea to get you one.
Your moans escape your throat, unable to keep them in. You feel your stomach knot, still filling your cunt with the toy. You look down and watch as your pussy takes it in.
"s-shit mnghhh" you bit your lip hard. A few more pump, and then— "ouhhhh fuck fuckkk" you ramble on, unable to think straight by how good you're feeling.
You pull it out of your pussy with a sounding pop! your bullied hole splurting creamy whites. You look at him with furrowed brows, catching your breath. Feeling a little exhausted from all of it.
You let go of the toy and crawl towards him. he spread his extended legs, welcoming you between them. your hands rest on his thighs. "spit in my mouth" he blurts out, gaping his mouth, tongue sticking out a little.
You grab his jaw and tower over him, he looks up at you. Your lips slightly part as your spit lands on his tongue. Taking it all. He hums in complete satisfaction. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you crash your lips together.
He diligently accepts and kisses you back hungrily. You opened your mouth, enough for him to swirl and play with your tongue. After a good minute, you let go. A string of saliva connecting your swollen lips.
Your thumb glides on his wet lips— pushing it in. He shuts his eyes. His tongue coating your finger with his warm spit. He sucks on it. "Look at me" you push your thumb farther in his mouth. He gags, eyes wide.
"Pleashhh, my cock. It— hmmm hurts. Plweasee m-mommy?" his words break, almost gibberish.
You're taken aback by the sudden name calling, you remove your thumb from his mouth. He had never called you that, not even before.
But shit.
it definitely sent you to another dimension, got you feeling butterflies in your stomach.
" 'Ya like that? Me calling you mommy?" he blurts out, when he noticed that your expression changed when he dropped the word.
You bit your bottom lip, feeling more giddy than ever. "Mhmm, now be a good boy"
You see, sometimes it's your fault as well. You enable him. 'Cus why the fuck are you obliging when he's supposed to be facing a punishment?
Oh well— can't even blame yourself. you've been wanting to taste him. So technically you're still the dominant one here, taking full control of the situation, right?
You lower yourself down his body. He can't help but decorate his face with a satisfied grin upon realizing what your actions are leading to.
You stop when you're face to face with his cock, his prominent veins, and trimmed bush on full display, yearning to be touched. You lick your lips at the sight— he looks so fucking miserable. So delicious.
"Ahhhh" his mind went cloudy when you blew on his tip, teasing him. "Y-your mouth. Suck me good. please, mommy" he almost cries, voice breaking.
You wrapped your hand around his shaft, feeling his unbelievable hardness through your soft flesh— he shoots your face with loads of his cum "I haven't even done anything. Aren't you so desperate? So needy for mommy" you say, completely amused. "Say it. Tell me how you get horny when I do you like this. Tell me who owns you"
"Mnghh— I love it when you get all mean and punish me like this" you lick his tip, tasting his salty cum. "Ahh fuck- you own me. I'm all yours, mhmmp all of me" he shuts his eyes, waves of pleasure flooding his senses.
After licking him off clean, you begin to suck him, hollowing your cheeks. Your jaw hangs wide because of his girth. "Y-yesss. jus like that. moreee" he whimpers.
Satoru's hips suddenly thrusted up, wanting more action, his tip hitting the back of your throat. You almost gag at his sudden movement. You shoot him a glare "S-sorry, won't do that agai— fuckkkk" his eyes roll to the back of his head, your pace quickening and mouth taking him deeper. Deep throating his massive cock.
"Ooohh nghhh— I'm gonna c-cum. Give it to me, mommy. fuck. pleaseee" he mewls, tears fill his eyes, eager to finally orgasm after being edged twice.
The wet sounds of slurping and sucking engulf the room along his moans and whimpers. You love giving him head, there's no denying that. You go on and bob your head up and down. Half of your face is decorated with his bodily fluids and your saliva. So messy. Satoru's cries encourage you to go faster.
Feeling him twitch in your mouth, his breathing became short and shallow. A rapid rhythm drumming beneath his skin. "Aughhh!" his coarse voice rings in your ear.
Thick and warm load going down your throat. You moan, making him completely lose it at the vibration you emitted to his cock. Some of his cum escaping the corners of your lips, dripping down on his balls, and the sheets.
His body stiffens, every muscle going taut. The bind on his wrists are not helping either.
Once he has calmed, you pull his cock out from your swollen lips. He pants like he just ran a thousand miles. You raise yourself to level with him, wiping the mess he made on your pretty face with the back of your hand.
"Had your fun, sweets?" he flashes a toothy grin.
"Mhmm" you bit your lip. Rising, sitting on your knees, you kiss him. He hums as he tastes himself in your tongue. You then went for his neck, leaving wet kisses. You feel him shuffle underneath you—
He wraps his arms around you, completely engulfing your smaller figure. "That's good. 'cus it's my turn" Satoru manhandles you effortlessly, he tosses the tie binding his wrists.
"W-wait toru—" your back presses against the fluffy bed, you bounce slightly from the impact. His hands grip on your wrists, pinning them above your head.
Now, you're the caged one. "I love it when you get angry. might just do it more often, baby. You looked extra fucking sexy" he attacks your tits. Going from left to right, giving them equal attention. You writhe beneath him. "Want me to stop?" he mutters, mouth still latched on your hard nipple.
You shake your head. "N-no! Keep going—need you" he grins at your response.
He lets go of your wrists to grab a hold of your neglected boob, squeezing it like it's some stress toy, the other being tortured with his harsh sucking and licking.
He goes back to your face to kiss you once again. Your hands find their way to tug on his silky, platinum hair, he grunts in response. You feel his right hand run down your chest, your tummy, then down down down— to your pulsating pussy.
With a wet smack! "Mnnghh" you moan in his mouth.
"Shit— my cock's gonna slide right in from how wet you are" he breaks the sloppy kiss. "Look who's needy now" Satoru nibbles on your earlobe.
Your breath hitches when he slides two fingers in, your back automatically arching. You clawed on his back, leaving scratches all over the wide canvas. His long digits start to curl in your gummy walls. Your eyes almost went white by how blissful it feels.
He takes in the way your face twists in pleasure. Your mouth open, brows knitted together, and your eyes squinted shut. He adores just how fucking good he's making you feel, merely with his fingers.
"Toruuu— more ahh" you insisted, grinding your hips to feel more of him
"Like this?" he rapidly curls his fingers whilst putting them in and out of your dripping-wet, needy hole. You choke on your breath, climax nearing. "Am I making you feel good?"
"Mhmmpp— yes! yes!" you loudly moan out. With a muffled cry, "I'm c-cumminggg! T-toruuahh" your body quivers, hitting your orgasm.
Your brain sparks from the immense pleasure. But it seems like Satoru does not plan on stopping, still fingering you.
"S-shitt. 's enough, baby" you open your eyes, hand trying to get him to move away. His free hand holds it up, then quickly takes the other one as well. He holds them down on your chest— just under your boobs, making them squish up, looking even more full.
He stares at you, studying every inch of your body. The way your legs shake from overstimulation, your uneven breathing, your flushed face, swollen tits— he hissed, then bit his lip. Feeling embarrassed, you turn your face to the side, trying to hide from him.
"Let me see your face. C'mon" his honeyed voice sending shivers down your spine. You shake your head, whilst pursing your lips to suppress your moans. He clicks his tongue, removing his digits inside you. He pushes his knees even further on your thighs, spreading them even more wide. "Oh well, you're gonna look at me sooner than later, doesn't matter. "
His thumb violently presses on your clit. He rubs mean circles on it, driving you crazy. Tears are starting to pool in your eyes. "I c-cant take it, toruuu" you finally face him again, tears rolling down your face to the pillows underneath you.
"Yes, you can. Don't be shy now, you already squirted earlier" he whispers in your ear, "Do it for me, too. Make a mess f'me"
He rubs faster on your nub, already swollen. Your whole body shakes, wriggling to try to get away from him— knowing what's about to happen. Which was a failure, because Satoru holds you down all the more.
"Ahhhh! Fuckk!!" you scream out, lips trembling. You squirted all over him— his hand, arms, abs, and soaking everything with your juices.
"There we go. that wasn't so hard, hmm?" he eventually deprives his hands from your tortured cunt, as well as your wrists, freeing you. He leans down and brings his right hand to your mouth. Satoru pushes his fingers in, making you taste yourself. He takes his turn and sucks on his own digits, humming in response. "So fucking sweet"
Still sobbing, he hushes you down by pecking on your lips. Wiping away your tears with the blanket. You reach for him, in need for a kiss to at least regain your lost energy. He chuckles, but still gives in.
You wrap your legs around his waist, arms surrounding his shoulders and neck, pulling him closer. Your mouths move in sync, tongues swirling around. Satoru breaks the kiss, "You feeling okay?" He slightly shifts his body, cock faintly brushing against your pussy.
You whine at the contact. "Fuck me" your words came out as a desperate call.
He blinks at you, completely fazed. Undeniably though, his cock only grew harder from your needy confession. "Shit, you want more?" he hissed
"Mhmm your cock inside me, please" you bat your lashes, hips thrusting up to meet his throbbing fat cock. And you swear you catch his eye twitch from that.
Without a second thought, he slams! allllll of his length inside you. "Aughh" your moans collide. He starts to quicken his pace, all while hitting your cervix. Your body goes up and down, up and down on the bed. Tits bouncing as he thrusts into you.
His massive arms encage you between them, supporting his weight. "G-god. feels sooo fucking—mnghh so good" he nuzzles on your neck.
The wet sounds of plap, plap, plap echo in the sex-indulged room. The cold air coming out of the AC is the only thing keeping you alive by how hot your bodies are feeling against each other. "F-faster" the words coming out of your lips all trembly.
"Yeah?? You sure you can take it, baby?" he kisses your forehead. You hum as a response.
Being the good, obliging boyfriend he is, he angles his hips for more convenience— now gaining more space to fasten his momentum. "Yes!!! Ohhh— toruu" you cry out, completely cockdrunk.
Not only is he thrusting faster, deeper as well. Because you feel his tip brush your cervix in every ram he delivers. His balls slam against your ass every time he thrusts in, his trimmed pubes adding more friction to your pussy. You can feel every popping veins inside you, his cock suddenly twitches— you clench around him.
"Mnghh shit don't do that" he whimpers, "I'm close, baby"
"M-me too" you mewl, legs squeezing him further.
After one, two, three, hard slams, the two of you vibrated loud moans from your throats. You hold onto him tightly as you reach your orgasm. He shoots his load in your pussy, painting your walls white. His warm seed overflows, stuffing you.
With a few slow, final thrusts, he pulls out, sucking in a hard breath. "I'm gonna marry you and make you an actual mommy" he declares, looking directly into your eyes.
His statement earned you a fond smile, "Hmm if you say so. I'd absolutely love that"
"Course you would, you love getting that slutty, pretty pussy of your stuffed." he kisses your forehead. "Now get on all fours, mommy"
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hahaha…. ryomen sukuna…. being obsessed with ur boobs… haha.
let’s just say sukuna is a little too obsessed with your boobs too the point where he notices even the littlest things.
He’ll squint, staring at your tits for minutes without you noticing before he says, “you’re getting your period soon aren’t you?”
You’ll turn to him in confusion, brows knitted together. “What?”
“Your tits.” He reaches his hand out, cupping and squeezing them in the palm of his hand like it was the most casual thing to do—in his case it was. “They look fuller.” His thumb brushes over your nipple, earning a small gasp from you. “Sensitive too.”
You swat his hand away. “Cut that out, you freak.”
Every day is like this. Whether he’s examining them like he’s some tit doctor or just admiring them like they’re the most beautiful things on earth, he’s constantly focused on your tits.
You’re talking to him about the cute shoes you saw at the mall, but he’s too busy looking down your shirt to understand a word that comes out your mouth. He’s wondering, is that a new bra?
“Sukuna!” You playfully smack him upside his head. “My eyes are up here you perverted bastard.”
“Sorry…what were you talking about?” He smirks. You sigh in annoyance and roll your eyes.
And don’t think it goes unnoticed when you don’t wear a bra. He’s immediately onto it, laser focus. It’s early morning, you’re making breakfast, eyes heavy with sleep as you cook eggs in the pan.
He walks in, groggily, noticing you—noticing your tits. Your nipples are poking through your shirt. He’s immediately awake. He walks over to greet you, kissing your neck, hands ever so slowly sliding up your shirt.
“What are you doing?” You giggle, putting the eggs onto a plate.
“Can we skip breakfast?” He mumbles against your skin, the cool air making you shiver when he slides your shirt up higher, turning you to face him. You don’t even get a chance to respond before his mouth latches around your nipple, warm tongue circling over the hard bud.
You chuckle at his eagerness, his arms pulling you closer as he dips his head lower. “You really need to find a hobby if this what you want to do all day.” A smile curves at the corners of your mouth.
“I’ll have you know this is my hobby and I take a very serious interest in it.” He looks up at you, a playful smile on his face.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I should sit up on the counter so you can get a better feel.” You quirk a brow. He wasted absolutely zero time lifting you onto the countertop, allowing him more easily play and suck on your tits.
He releases your nipple with a pop, his other hand gently groping your other tit. “Good idea, but I think lying on the bed will for sure help me explore even further.”
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"ngh, kuna! let go— mngh— of me!" you wriggled beneath his grasp, overstimulation fogging your brain.
sukuna was being strange. ever since he came back from work, he'd been terribly quiet, a brooding look on his face. not his usual grumpy appearance, that was certain. it was subtle, curbing right beneath your radar. perhaps he had a long day, you thought.
you failed to see the look of need beneath that stoic expression, his poor communication skills leaving him with little option but to put you on your back and rip your panties right off with his teeth. leave his face a mess with your sputtering slick.
it felt like hours had passed since your first orgasm, yet sukuna was still hungry for your taste. with the way his tongue stayed buried deep within your pulsing hole, it was as if he was trying to drink you dry. your squirming didn't faze him one bit, in fact, he seemed to tongue your clit faster, if that was possible. his hands held your legs down to your chest, keeping you exposed to him.
you gripped onto the couch cushion like your life depended on it, moans filling the living room. sukuna's slurps were shamelessly loud, louder than you, basically slobbering all over your eager pussy.
"kuna— fuck! please, slow down— ohh, shit..." your protests broke into whimpers as he sucked hard on your clit, making your legs shake. tears of frustration brimmed your eyes, desperate to cum yet too sensitive for another. you didn't know what you wanted. to buck up into his face or crawl away.
the heels of your palms pushed into the seat of the couch to sit up, only for sukuna to pull you back down with little effort.
"going somewhere?" he teased, voice hoarse from eating you out so fervently. his smirk didn't quite reach his eyes as they usually did. this was not his feral gleam— it was a pitiful desperation. a plead, for once, not a demand.
you settled your squirming body, back arching into the feeling of sukuna's burning tongue. your whines grew louder with your impending orgasm, hips rolling into his pink muscle while he lapped up your clit.
he was groaning. sukuna, your quiet boyfriend, was groaning into your pussy like it was his first meal in ages. his eyes fluttered shut as he made out with your sopping cunt, the need for your taste overshadowing the need to breathe.
his fingers slipped inside you with ease. three digits stretching you out completely, curling up into that tender spot within you so perfectly it had you screaming his name.
your climax had you sobbing. the pleasure was so overpowering, your emotions collapsing down while your legs shook like an earthquake had ran through the room.
you had to force sukuna off or else he would have continued for the rest of the night, pushing him away with your nails digging into his firm chest.
he littered kisses on your quivering thighs, up until your stomach, on which he laid his head.
"sorry," he murmured casually. "long day at work." pretending as if he wasn't moaning like a bitch in heat into your cunt, like he hadn't just cum in his pants from just tasting you.
you brought out the most pathetic parts in him, yet you considered them the best as he wrapped his arms around your waist, his spiky hair tickling your bare skin.
content: drabble, mentions of alcohol, sukuna’s an ass guy (rip readers ass), threats
Being with Sukuna isn’t for the weak. He’s not the most expressive person when it comes to his feelings, not even after an entire year of being in a relationship. He doesn’t do PDA, won’t partake in discussions when his friends start talking about the women they’re seeing, has a straight face the entire time whenever he does briefly talk about you.
But, everybody knows he loves you. Yourself included.
It’s in the way he keeps an eye on you in group settings, the way he’ll randomly come up to you with a new drink after noticing you’ve already finished the one you’ve been holding in your hand. Sukuna will be on his best behavior when you’re around, but will also lose his fucking mind if you are mildly inconvenienced.
“She asked for extra barbecue sauce 13 minutes ago,” he once snapped at a waiter. “Where the FUCK is it?” That was fucking embarrassing. In his defense, he refuses to start eating without you and you were waiting until they came back with it to touch your food.
At the end of the day, he simply wouldn’t have stayed this long if he didn’t hold any deeper feelings. They are there! He just has them hidden behind his god awful temper.
It’s not until he finds himself a little too drunk at a small party, when he randomly decides to be open and honest about how much he enjoys touching you.
And it starts with the resounding smack! of his palm as he cracked it against your ass cheek, followed by the yelp it pulled out of you, because it was the last thing you expected.
It reaches many people's ears, and when they turn to look towards the dining room table, they find you glaring at Sukuna. He looked fucking love struck with that glossy, faded look in his eyes as he sat back in his seat, rubbing the spot he decided to target while you were in the middle of looking for the lipgloss in your purse.
“That fucking hurt!” you hiss at him, swatting his hand away, only for it to go right back. “What is wrong with you?!”
“Looks fuckin’ nice in these shorts,” he says absentmindedly, smiling as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“Stop that,” you swat his hand away again.
“Quit acting like that hurt,” he scolds you, face softening as his hand goes back, again. “Love this ass—m’gonna fuck it one of these days.”
“Kuna!” you gasp, stunned by his sudden boldness when he’s nothing but reserved with you in public. “No you’re not—“
“Kiss me,” he cuts you off, his big hands now pulling you in by the waist.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No?!” You start to shove him away, which does nothing but make him laugh, especially when you look back at your friends who find themselves more than entertained by seeing this side of your relationship.
“The fuck are you looking at Shoko for? She’s not gonna save you from me—isn’t that right Shoko?” he raises his tone as he asks.
“Yeah, I’d rather not.”
“That’s what I thought.” He grins as he turns his attention back to you. “You see that, baby? She doesn’t give a fuck about you. Nobody does. Just me.”
And you laugh, because this is how he always teases you when you’re alone. “You sure it’s just not because everyone’s scared of you?”
“Good. You should be scared of me too, sweetheart,” he responds, as if it drives his point home. “Now give me my fuckin’ kiss.”
There’s a low groan that rumbles through his chest when you finally do kiss him, as if he’d been waiting for one the whole night. He grabs your jaw, slips his tongue into your mouth, drags it on for longer than it should’ve been.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” he murmurs.
“Get a room, freaks,” Gojo yells out from the kitchen.
“Fuck off,” Sukuna easily cuts himself. “We’re going home so I can fu—”
“We never agreed to that?!”
notes: idek i haven’t written for sukuna in months and immediately wrote this when the idea popped up
there’s just something about you seeing you on top of him that turns his insides into a syrupy mess, knees weak. maybe it’s because kento nanami is a man who strives on order and control, and you’ve found a way to slither your way through his system.
it’s probably because when you murmur his name in that honeyed voice of yours, he knows he’s a total goner.
“mm, my beautiful wife,” he rumbles, hands smoothing over your waist, eyes lidded as he watches your hips rise and fall in that slow, tantalizing rhythm that drives him mad. “doing such a good job, sweetheart.”
all you can manage is a series of little moans in return, too caught up in how his cock feels inside you, so perfectly nudged in your walls, filling you just right. how his tip bumps against that gooey spot that makes you clench around him tighter, or how he groans your name with a low, rough sound.
there’s your tits, too — nanami’s always been rather partial to them — that he loves to capture between his lips, biting down gently on the stiffened peaks. he loves how you squeal his name, mouth curving into a cute little smile, and he loves how you manage to look so adorable and utterly debauched at the same time.
if his lips aren’t on you he’s cupping your chest with such devoted reverence, so softly. the contrast from how he pistons his cock into you, sharp and quick, makes your mind blank.
nanami’s favourite part of it all, perhaps, is that he can look up at your pretty face when you finish. he loves seeing your features twist in pleasure, your kiss-swollen lips part, brows furrowing just slightly. your eyes rolling back as you climax, gushing a mess around his cock, hands digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave little crescents.
and after he’s made you cum at least four times (he’s a man, after all), you droop down onto his chest, burying your face in his neck, clinging onto his biceps. he coos your name gently, strokes your hair, and smiles to himself when you whine about being too sore to walk tomorrow.
You did promise yourself that it will never happen again. That it'll be a one-time thing.
But just a week after your first encounter, you found yourself in front of the club, yet again. You craved him and gave in.
The both of you couldn't even wait to go to the nearest hotel. He's got you wrapped around him, bouncing on his dick in his car. The people passing by probably have all the idea what happened inside by how the car seems to have its very own earthquake.
"Ahh shit— you're so fucking wet" you go slowly, lowering yourself on his length. Your pussy engulf around his thick girth, making the both of you let out a gasp. You clawed on his shoulders for support. Your mini skirt rides up to your waist, your wet cunt in full display as you take him in.
Toji watches in amusement "Look at thaaat, fuhckk. you're swallowing me so good, baby" you whimper on top of him.
Once you're settled, you start to bounce on his cock. "Mnghhh— fuck" you tilt your head back from pleasure, then he sucks on your exposed neck. Your breath hitches at the added pleasure. Toji's grip on your hips will surely leave marks. He forces you to go faster, your boobs bouncing as a result.
"Tojiii ahhh yess" you moan, meeting his lips. Your tongues collide as his cock deliciously glides in and out of your pussy. His tip hits your spot every time your ass meets his balls as you bounce down. "Ohhh I'm gonna—" You're about to cum but he stopped you. You whined.
He snickers at you, "Impatient much? Go to the back. All fours for me" he points to the seat at the back. You unstraddle him and obliged. You removed the remaining clothing you had on and scooted over to the back seat. He slapped your ass as you bent over. Toji adjusted the seats first for more comfort.
"Urghh the fuck's taking so long" you grumble, growing more impatient and needy.
"you better keep that attitude up when I fuck you like—" he aligns his tip to your entrance "this" he slams his his hips hard, his cock burying deeeeep inside you
"F-fuckkk!" you cry out. He continues to thrust hard and fast. You hold onto the seat's back for support. "S-slow d—ahh! downnn"
"Nahh. take it, baby" he leans over to you, his chest on your back. your pussy squelches as your slick pools around his cock. "Ya hear that? your pussy's telling otherwise. Mnghhh gotta— fuck! give her what she wants" he groans, while catching his breath.
You mewl and cry out beneath him, completely fucked out. Then, to drive you more crazy, he moves his hand between your legs and plays with your clit. his rough and calloused thumb presses and circles on your sensitive nub, all perked up. "I'm gonna ohhh—Toji tojiii"
"Mhmm go on, doll" he presses his thumb even harder as he draws lazy circles around it, the friction being more prominent to your senses.
After one, two hard slams of his hips on your ass, your pussy clenched tiiiight around his dick, making him throb "Ngghh— let's cum together" your head eagerly nodded, desperate to reach your orgasm.
The car moves violently in every thrusts he gives you, sweat on your bodies, the windows forming mists from the humidity inside the car. "Fuck—mnghhh keep going"
"Ahhhhh" the both of you came at the same time. Your moans filling the cramped space. He gives you a few more strokes, then pulls out. He kisses your shoulder from behind.
"You good, baby?" you just hum in response.
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Now, it's been three weeks since that happened. Three weeks of keeping your secret little routine.
You go to the club every saturday night, to "unwind". Throw him some money, and then deliberately get your brains fucked by the end of his shift. Still doing it outside the club's premises, 'cus apparently, Toji "doesn't fuck customers".
Although, this saturday night breaks the streak. You're on your period. And you're feeling things more deeply. Fully tucked in bed, as you stare at the ceiling, you think about him.
This time, not about the sex. There's no denying it though, sex with him is the absolute best. He fucks like he's built for it. He knows every sweet spot you have by now. Toji will never fail to exceed your expectations and needs. He's got you wrapped around his finger. he certainly has become your little addiction, that's for sure.
After destroying you, Toji becomes the sweetest human ever. He'd never end it without aftercare.
"Was I too rough?"
"You okay?"
"You did such a good job tonight"
Toji would kiss you after. Every. damn. time. your forehead, shoulder, cheeks any part of you. Apart from that, you crave the deep talks you two would have. He'd play with your hair, your head on his chest, arm hugging around him, feeling his warmth.
After being with your ex, you forgot how nice it is to be pampered after sex. When you were with him, you felt more like a sex doll rather than a person. He wouldn't even let you finish most of the time.
Toji would always leave before you even wake up though. Which you think is good 'cus you probably won't know how to act, actually waking up next to him. You shake away your sentimental thoughts, completely reminded of what the situation you two are engaged with. At this point, you're just fuck buddies. Nothing more, nothing less.
You were about to drift off to sleep, then your phone dings a notification, forgetting to put it on silent mode.
toji : hey, didn't see u tonight. something up?
you: on my period
toji : ah I see, too bad. see u next week ;)
you raised an eyebrow at his response. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you huffed in complete annoyance. You blocked toji, turned your phone off and slept away your now ruined mood.
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You're in your office, balancing the financial statements of the company. Then your boss knocks on your door and calls out your name. "Come in" you say, looking up from your monitor.
"Hey, this is the new sales director I've been telling you about. I'd like you to show him around the office, please. And thank you. I'll leave him to you now" Before you can even say anything, your boss closes the door behind him.
You stood up from your chair and gestured to the man to sit on the chair in front of your table. He politely bows and walks up to you. You introduced yourself to the man and held your hand up for a shake.
"It's nice to finally meet you, we've been having a hard time looking for a sales director, thank you for accepting the company's offer"
"Ryomen Sukuna, the pleasure is mine." his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.
"Please do sit, I'll just finish this and then I'll show you around" you smile at him.
"Please take all the time you need," he responded, completely calm and collected. You typed away on your keyboard. At last, after a good 5 minutes, you're finally finished.
"Shall we go, then?" You stood up and straightened your pencil skirt. Sukuna followed your movements and walked behind you, feeling him completely tower over you. You go to your neighboring office first, your best friend, yuki's office.
"And here's the other accountant's office" You knock on the door first. "Hey Yuki, this is our new sales director. Mr. Ryomen Sukuna" you introduce them to each other.
After a few chatter, you were about to leave her den, but she pulled you and whispered to your ear— "He's your type" she says, teasing you with a smirk plastered on her face. You just nudged her in response.
After that, you gave Sukuna a tour of the whole building and explained how things run. Finally, you show him his own office. Your feet are absolutely killing you by all the walking.
"Are you okay? It looks like your feet are giving you a hard time" he says, concerned.
"Oh yeah yeah. It's kinda my fault for wearing these heels anyway. Don't mind me" you laugh awkwardly. He then checks his watch
"It's lunch time, we should eat. I'll treat you to the cafeteria outside as a thank you for putting up with me"
"Thank you, but I'm all right. I've still got reports to finish. Yuki and I are having a crisis right now keeping track of the financial records. I'll eat once I'm done"
"C'mon, go easy on yourself. I saw someone pick Yuki up earlier. You should also give it a little rest." you hesitate, but agree in the end.
"So basically, it was yuki's idea that we take accountancy—" As you're about to take a bite of your food, the loud ringing of your phone shakes up the tranquil ambience of the cafeteria. "Sorry, I'm just gonna take this" You excuse yourself to the man in front of you. You walked to the balcony of the place and answered your phone.
"Hi, this is—"
"Why'd 'ya block me?"
"Who's this?" you hear the other person on the line inhale and exhale deeply.
"Damn, you already forgot about me, doll?"
"Toji??"
"Thas' right" you swallowed a formed lump in your throat.
"Can I call you later? I'm in the middle of a business lunch"
"Hmm later when exactly, baby? I've been missing you. It's been a while since you came to see me"
you scoffed at him. (and by a while, he meant a month) "Hey, what's that about?"
"I owe you completely nothing of showing myself to you"
"Why not? you don't miss me?" you can already tell he's displaying that smug smirk on his gorgeous face.
"Don't fucking act like you own me now, after being such a dick"
you hang up the phone, and turned it to silent mode. You quelled your anger and walked towards your table, greeted by Sukuna, already smiling at you.
"Apologies about that, where were we again?"
"You were telling me how Yuki and yourself ended up as accountants" he chuckles, as he sips on his drink.
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After the fulfilling lunch, you're now back again in your office. Sukuna settled in his office as well. Poor him, he's already got paperworks piled up.
You check the time on your monitor, 4:50. You stretch out your arms, "Go home timeee" you pack your things up and head home after bidding farewell to your co-workers.
Upon driving, you see a familiar car parked in front of your house. "What the hell is he doing here?" you continue to drive, then park in your garage. Once you got out of your car, the other car's door in front of your house swings open, revealing none other than—
"Toji, what are you doing here?" your voice sounds aggravated.
"I just wanted to check in on you, how've 'ya been?" he says, taking steps to get closer to you.
You were about to turn your heel and walk away from him, but he grabs your arm, making you halt your movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a jerk. I thought hard about why you're mad at me, and I saw how bad I put my words at my message"
You turn and finally face him, "Come on, toji. We both know we were just fucking around. It's not that serious. I kinda overreacted too. It's okay, really"
"Then why haven't you been coming?"
"Cus I've been busy" toji analyzes your face, taking in the stoic expression you're trying so hard to keep on. he clenched his jaw, then clicks his tongue
"You don't wanna see me anymore?" a silent hope gleaming in his eyes.
"No." You muster up all your strength to lie in his face. He finally lets go of your arm.
"Hmm 'kay then" he lowers his head the turns away, going to his car. "Take care" toji waves his hand and without looking back at you, he hops inside his car and drives away.
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Summary. A kind man helps and takes you in for the night, as you're stranded because it's raining cats and dogs, whilst your car needed some fixing.
contents. gentle toji, dad!toji, age gap(toji is 30, reader is 23) light fluff, masturbating(both), toji taunting, dominant toji, oral sex(both), spitting, couch sex, teasing, praising, degrading, aftercare <3
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It's summer break at last. One more year then you'll be freed from hell (college). You're driving on the way home from your dormitory. You had to run some errands earlier, so here you are... driving at 8pm.
You absolutely love summer. Going to the beach, having picnics at the park, wearing bikinis and sundresses, but most especially, the summer break. Although, summer is not all fun and sunshine. It also means that if it rains... oh boy. It's gonna rain pretty fucking heavy.
Your favorite song is blasting on the aux. There were no signs of thunderstorms or heavy rain when you left the dorms. You didn't even check the weather app.
Fast forward... the brutal drops of rain hit your car. Your music earlier? Turned off. You're just trying so hard to focus on driving. The dim roads didn't help either. Yet, you still have to drive for another two hours before you reach home.
Thud.
The car suddenly stopped, "what the fucking fuckkkk?!!" you jumped from your seat. You turned the engine on and off, in hopes that it'll run again. "No no noooo" you slammed your forehead on the steering wheel. Then you remembered that your roommate had told you to change your goddamn tire. You do have a spare tire, but not the tools.
You screamed in frustration. "How can I be so dumb arghhhh." You grabbed your phone and tried calling your parents, siblings, friends, basically everyone at this point. But to no fucking luck, yet again, it kept saying "no signal"
You looked around the place to see if you have any idea where you might be. It looked like a suburb. Your eyes squinted hard, vision unclear because of the rain. Then you spotted a house with lights on, on the porch.
It's either you sleep in the car, and wait till morning cus this shitass rain won't be stopping anytime soon, that you can tell. Or you go to the house and ask to borrow some tools. You'll just have to figure out how to change a tire later on. You bit your fingernail, thinking hard. Then, you finally decided.
"Ask for some help it is." you opened your compartment and scrambled through, hoping to find your umbrella. But right now, you might just be the unluckiest person in the world. "Of fucking course I left my umbrella" you sighed in annoyance.
You got out of the car, body shivering from the cold water. You ran towards the house.
Ding— no response.
Ding— no response.
Your index finger was about to press that button again, when— "What is itttt??!" a little boy, probably 6 years old, greeted you. His face scrunched and is holding a big ass ipad with both of his hands. He looked up, "Ohhh a pretty lady!" he suddenly shrieked once he got a proper view of you. You smiled awkwardly.
"Umm hi.. Is your mommy home?"
"I have no mommy," the boy said, sounding unbothered.
"How about your daddy? Is he home?" you ask, as you look around the house.
"Yep, my papa's here. Are you one of his pretty ladies? It's been a while since a pretty lady came to our house." he said, tilting his head.
"Uhh no, I don't think I know your papa. Can you call him for me? I need some help" you said, then introduced yourself.
"Papa!!! Someone's here!!!" he shouted with all his might. Then his head turned towards you. "My name is Megumi," he said, still unbothered, tapping away on his ipad.
You wrapped your arms around your shaking body, your lips slightly quivering. You turned around to look at your car.
"Gumi, what did I tell you about opening the door on strangers?" A deep voice entered the scene. You quickly turned around and were faced with a tall, jaw-dropping, one hell of a man, scratching his head. Making his shirt ride up, revealing his toned abs underneath. His sweat pants rest dangerously low on his hip. You're starstruck. You blink a few times before proper words come out of your mouth.
"Oh I'm so sorry for disturbing you. It wasn't his fault! I kept on ringing the doorbell. I really really need some help" you rambled, pressing your hands together, showing an apologetic look.
"But it's a pretty lady, papa. You love pretty ladie—" the boy's words got cut off when his dad shut him up with his big hand, covering the poor Megumi's whole face. After struggling from the big man's hold, Megumi ran away. You couldn't help but giggle.
The man shifts his attention to you. "You're soaking wet. What 'ya need help for?" he asked.
"I was on my way home, but my tire got busted. Do you have some tools I can borrow?" you say shyly, forcing a smile.
"Do I have some tools? Sweetheart, I am the tool." He said, chuckling. The scar on his lip moving as he speaks, "I'm a mechanic. Toji." his hand reaches out. You took it and shook each other's hands, while introducing yourself.
"Where's your car?"
You pointed out outside, just a few walks away from their house. "There". He hummed in response.
"Do you even know how to change your wheel?" Toji questioned, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Nope" you pursed your lips together forming a line. He nodded his head as a response.
"Okay then, I'll help you fix it. You should dry up first. Hold on." he walked away. Then came back with a fluffy towel, handing it to you.
"Thank you, Mr. Toji" you say, beaming a smile.
"Come in." he tilts his head to the side once, gesturing you to come inside.
After wrapping your body with the provided towel, and removing your slippers, you finally stepped inside. Your eyes scan the surroundings. It looks clean and tidy. Almost everything is in muted colors, mostly black. Decorated with minimalist furniture and a bunch of Megumi's picture frames on the wall, displayed on the foyer. You stare in awe.
You stopped in front of a big picture frame of both Toji and Megumi. "You have a lovely home, Mr. Toji"
"Thanks. The kid really does his part in making it a home. Despite his unusual personality, sometimes. And drop the mister. Do I look that old? Just call me Toji" he said, scratching the back of his head.
"Of course not! You look whatever your age is, probably even younger" your words flattered him.
"How old are you?"
"23, what about you?" you replied, still looking at the pictures.
He clicked his tongue. "30. Anyway, you hungry? We still have some leftovers from dinner." he asks, you look at him.
"Oh not at all. I ate some snacks in the car haha. No worries, thanks for asking anyway" you wave your hands. Remember the bad luck from earlier? Yeah... it came back. Because your stomach grumbled louder than the thunderstorm. Your eyes widen.
Toji laughed at you. "Come on, I'll fix you up a plate" he gestures you into the kitchen.
He sat you on the table as he heats up the food. After a while, you are now presented with mouth-watering food. You looked up to the man from your seat. "Thank you so much, it looks really good!"
"Eat up. I'll go find you some clothes to change into. Might catch a cold" Before turning his heel to walk away, Megumi popped out of nowhere and sat beside you. "Hey Gumi, don't give the pretty lady a hard time now, would 'ya" he teases.
"I won't. I'm not annoying like you, papa" You can feel Toji fume with rage right now, as you try your best not to laugh. But he takes a deep breath and walks away.
Now, you're left alone with Megumi. "How old are you, Gumi?" you ask, whilst cutting the meat on your plate.
"I'm 5 years old" he bluntly answered, while playing with his wolf stuffed toy.
"You're a smart 5-year-old"
"Really??" his eyes glowed at your remark.
You smiled at him. "Yes! Like really really smart!" you couldn't help but pinch his chubby cheeks.
"Am I handsome? Papa says I look like a sea urchin because of my hair" his lips pout and he crosses his arms. You giggled at him.
"Well of course you're a handsome little lad" you playfully elbow him. "You look exactly like your papa"
"Oh so you think my papa's handsome??" Your smile faded at his words.
"That's not what I meant, I just think you're handsome and you look like your papa" you say, trying to convince him to think otherwise. Toji came back holding a pair of shorts and a shirt.
Then Megumi opens his mouth, "Papa, she thinks you're handsome" he says to the man as he places the clothes on the table. You tried to cover his mouth but he talked too fast.
"Does she, now" Toji coos
"Hey! That's not what I said! I said, you're the handsome one, Gumi" you face Megumi, giving him a playful glare.
"So you think I'm ugly, then?" Toji crosses his arms over his chest. The muscles on his forearm flex, you stare for a good five seconds. "Eyes up here" he said, pointing to his eyes.
You gulped. "W-well that's not what I meant either. It's just that Gumi was asking if he's handsome and then he said that you said that— fine. You're both handsome" you sighed in defeat.
"See, papa. The pretty lady likes you!" Megumi adds another fuel to the fire. Toji cackled at his son's once-in-a-while playfulness.
"It's late, Gumi. Bed time" he directs the kid to his room. Megumi didn't fight his dad and obliged.
Then Toji sits on your opposite side of the table, facing you. "Sorry for that. I just played along 'cus he's rarely like that" he said, shaking his head, still laughing.
"It's okay, he's such a cutie. And he's really smart for his age. What're you feeding him, my goodness" you replied, as you finished up your plate.
"Hmmm well I only feed him real food. No junk food shit. I guess that helps" you nodded, agreeing with his words.
"The food's absolutely amazing, did you cook this?"
"Yeah. I'm a great cook, even greater at eating." You nearly died choking on the water you were drinking. "God damn. Slow down" he approaches you and pats your back. After a few coughs you wave your hand at him.
"I'm okay" you say, giving him a thumbs up.
"I don't think I'll be able to fix your car while it's raining this hard. You can just stay here for the night. We have a guest room, you're more than welcome to spend the night" Toji said, now leaning on the kitchen counter. You were taken back at his words, "what a kind gentleman" you thought.
"Thank you so so much. You're being so kind, I don't know how to make it up to you. But if you need any help with Megumi's assignments or a babysitter, I'll be here!" you stood up from your seat, giving him a salute. He snorted at your action.
"C'mon now. It's nothing, just trying to keep 'ya safe. Can't have you sleeping outside. The guest room has a bathroom as well. You can freshen up before changing" you nodded at him. Then, you went to the sink in an attempt to wash the plate. But he was quick to get it from your hands.
His massive figure hovered yours. "No guest of mine washes the dishes" he said, looking down at you. You took a step back and laughed nervously.
"Ohh my bad. I'll go ahead and take a shower then. Thanks again, Toji" you say, trying to avert the tension into a light one.
You set the water to the perfect temperature before going in the shower. As the warm water runs down your body, you can't help but think of the man who ever so kindly took you in for the night.
You squeezed your legs together, feeling more heated remembering the way he looked at you. That smitten look even when you were outside his door. Your hand moved on its own.
"Mmh— aah" a breathy moan escapes your lips, as your middle finger rubs your clit. Toji's face kept flashing in your mind. His big arms, those juicy pecs, his toned abs, that goddamn sexy face. Your finger rubs your nub faster. You leaned on the shower wall, trying to get your high.
"O-ohh fuckk, ahhh Toji" you moaned, imagining him finger you. You grinded against your hand, the other grabbing one of your breasts. You squeezed your tit, then a few more circles on your clit, and you orgasmed. "S-shittt Toji— ahh don't stop" you pant.
Once you calm down, "What the fuck am I doing" you shook your head at your actions. Then proceed to wash yourself up. After a good 15-minute scrubbing, and a whole ton of songs, you stepped out and grabbed a clean towel.
You dried yourself up, as you're about to change— "Fuck, I left the clothes on the table" you face palmed yourself.
Towel wrapped around your damp body, you sneakily go out to go to the kitchen. As you're about to walk past the living room, you heard something.
No, someone.
Along with the faint sound of the tv, there's heavy breathing, grunts, and... wet squelches?
You peaked on the wall, your eyes almost popped out of your eye sockets. Behold, the most erotic thing you've ever witnessed your whole life. Toji was seated, legs spread wide, his head resting on the back of the couch, as his right hand went up and down his gigantic cock. The light on the tv flickering on him. When a bright color popped on the tv, his cock was basically begging to be looked at.
Long and girthy. It even looks heavy, his mushroom tip stands out as his hand goes down to pump himself. Veins wrapping around, almost popping from the looks of it. He went faster, and you can see how he tightened his fist around his dick. He bit his lip, trying to suppress his moans.
"Fuckkk" he moaned as he oozed his cum on his stomach. Then you hear him clearly breath out your name. "You like the show, pretty?" he said, turning to look at you, lurking on the wall. His eyes hooded, still feeling his post-orgasm bliss.
Your eyes widen, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just gonna get the clothes" you retorted, shifting your body to reveal yourself from stupidly trying to hide.
"Hmmm I was gonna put it in your room, but you were busy doing other things than showering. Thought you'd just have to get it yourself" his hand, still stroking his cock.
"You heard me??" you ask, finally looking up at him.
He snickered. "Oh I definitely didn't. I absolutely didn't hear you moaning my name in my shower— Ahh Toji" he said, taunting you. Mocking your shameless moans from earlier.
You nibbled on your lower lip from embarrassment. "I apologize for doing that, after being so kind to me—"
"C'mere" his voice came out deep. You don't know what possessed you, but your feet are moving your body towards him. Once you stand in front of him, "Kneel" Your eyes are glued on the floor.
You looked at him with confusion, still processing the current events. "Fix what you started. On your knees" he points his finger to the space between his legs.
And you fucking did.
"Now that's a good girl. You want my cock, huh?" you bit your lip. Doe eyes staring at him, you nodded your head. Eagerly. "Then take it. Suck me good and proper. Would 'ya now, sweetheart?"
Your hand slowly reaches for his cock. You gulp as you feel him twitch at your touch. He hissed when your thumb ran along the slit of his wet tip. Toji grabbed your hair, "Don't fucking tease me. Get that slutty mouth of yours to work" he said, forcing you to look at him, making you whimper.
You stick your tongue out and licked his precum, then sucked his tip. "Mmmhh" Toji's grasp on your hair loosened as his head tilted back, eyes closed.
Your hand tries to wrap around his dick, but it's just too fucking thick. You bring your other hand and wrap around the rest. You let go of his tip with a sounding—pop. Then, he looks down at you. "Spit on it" you spit on his cock, he chuckles at your obedience.
After coating him, you begin to mouth him— inch by inch. Until he hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. The remaining length of his cock being taken care of by your hands. Your jaw almost locks by how big he is.
You're bobbing your head up and down, you looked at him. His eyes are already devouring yours. He grins at you, his hand putting away your still-wet hair from your face. Suddenly, you hollowed your cheeks and sucked him good. He let out a guttural moan. "A-ahhh fuuu-uckk" His hip jolted upwards. You continue to work your mouth, your eyes filling with tears by how his tip brushes the back of your throat.
"S-shiiit babyy. Keep going—hahh" he desperately reaches for his orgasm. You give him what he wants. You bobbed your head faster and wrapped around him tighter. He grabs your head and helps you move up and down. You feel him shiver and his cock twitches— Toji shoots his cum in your mouth. "Mnghh fuckk" he rolled your name in his tongue so sweetly. The tears in your eyes, finally roll down your cheeks. He's warm, thick and salty.
You lick the remnants of his cum that dripped out of your mouth, as he catches his breath. Toji cups your face and brings you closer to him. He crashes his lips into yours, tasting his own fluid still in your mouth. "Mhhhmp" you moan in his mouth.
He let go and reclined his position on the couch. He stared you down, while licking his lips. Then, he yanked your towel. You felt goosebumps, being exposed to the cold air— and him. "Oh fuck" he admires your bare body.
Then, he slides down to sit on the ground. His head laid on the seat of the couch. You stare in utter confusion. "Sit on my face, baby" he says, smirking. His hands rubbing on your bare thighs. He guided you, your thighs on the sides of his face, you used the back of the couch for support.
Toji holds the plush of your hips. "You're already so wet. Be a good girl and fill me up good, hmm?" he mumbles to your pussy. He then forces you down to his face.
"A-ahhh y-yess feels so— mmnghh" you blabber as he plays with your pussy with his tongue. You grind your hips on his face, making him grunt. The vibration sends shivers down your spine. His tongue continues to bully your pussy as he eats you so good and messy.
The flat of his tongue melting perfectly at your cunt. Then— he inserts it inside you. Your head snapped to your back, eyes rolling and mouth wide open. You shake on top of his face. The lewd sounds of him licking and sucking you overpowering the ones from the neglected tv, and the sound of the rain hitting the windows. You grab his hair and look between your legs. His eyes are closed and brows are knitted together.
He's eating you out as if he hasn't been fed for years. You feel your tummy twist when he pushes his mouth harder on your clit. "T-tojiii 'm gonna c-cuummm" you moan, grinding and matching his rhythm.
Your legs squeezed his head and your juices gushed out into his mouth. He slurps and licks every drop you give him. Your legs start to shake from the pleasure. He then held your thigh and prompted you to let go of his face.
Toji sits back on the couch, a satisfied grin displayed on his face, the lower glistening from your juices. "You taste so fucking sweet" you straddle him this time.
You both moan when your dripping pussy brushes past his painfully-hard cock. You leaned in and kissed him, tasting yourself. "Clean my face up. Lick yourself away from my face" your mouth moved to his jaw and licked away your traces.
Once you're done, his right holds onto your nape. You tilt your head back a little. "Your car's not the only thing that needs my help, huh?" he says, as his left hand smacks your ass, making you yelp and arch your back.
"Nghh— Y-yess. Need you so bad"
"What do you need, baby? Tell me properly" his left hand shifts to your pussy. He inserts two fingers in. You gasp, holding onto his shoulders.
"N-need your cock— ahhh in m-me" He curls his digits faster into you.
"I can't understand when you stutter like that. C'mon, speak properly" he taunts you.
You bit your lip and tried your best to speak, despite the way his fingers bully your insides. "Mmmhh I want— cockkk. Toji, please fuck me" he snickers.
"Good fucking girl. Shall I give 'ya what you deserve now, hmm?" you quickly nodded.
He lifts you up, positioning his length to your pussy. Then you start to take him, you moan with just his tip. "Fuck. nice and easy, baby" he says as he caresses your back.
You mustered all your courage and smack all the way down. The both of you moaned. Then you moved up and down. You feel every vein on his dick cling to your walls as it goes in and out. Your pussy taking him soooo easy cus of how wet you are.
Your tits bounce along at your pace. Toji hungrily dives into your boobs. Moving his face side to side, giving them equal treatment. "Ahhh- Fuck! T-toji" you mumble as he sucks on one of your nipples. You pump your pussy faster on his dick.
"Good fucking god. You do know how to ride properly— hah y-yeah just like that, baby" he closes his eyes in pure bliss, grunting, while you're a moaning mess on top of him.
Your pace becomes sloppy as you feel your tummy twisting again. Unsatisfied, his hips thrusts upward to meet your hips as you go down. "A-ahh!" you writhe. He continues to fuck you from below, his hands on your hips. You stare at each other. Both of your faces forming a silent o, brows furrowed, and beads of sweat forming on your foreheads.
You catch his lips and he moans in your mouth. After a while, you feel him twitch inside you, again. You pull away from the kiss.
"S-shit. 'M gonna cum, baby. you close?" He asks you, breathing uneven.
"Y-yes just k-keep going like—ohhhh Tojii!" you cry out as you orgasm. Not longer, he became undone as well. He grunts and moans your name as he fills you up with his warm cum.
His head rests on your shoulder. "God damn. That's the best pussy I've ever felt. You're so perfect f'me" he mumbles, breathing heavily. You just hum in return, brain scrambled. He rubs circles on your thighs.
"Toji, 'm tired" you blurt out, head dropping on the crook of his neck. Then, you feel him lift you and pull his dick out, making you whimper a little. He stands up and walks to his room. You're basically half-passed out at this point. But, you're well aware of how gentle he's being. He laid you down and you gave in to your sleepiness.
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Your eyes open as you hear birds chirping. You look out the window and the sunshine's finally come to bless you after that storm yesterday. "Fuck" you quickly remembered what happened last night...
You look down on the blanket and you're wearing the shirt and shorts Toji had offered you. You also don't feel sticky or gross. You smile at the thought of him cleaning you up and dressing you.
You headed to his bathroom, washed your face, and grabbed a new toothbrush from his drawer. Then, as you walked down the stairs, your nose was engulfed by the smell of pancakes.
"Papa, I want wolf pancakes!" Gumi's voice filled the kitchen. You smile as you watch the two. Megumi turns his head upon noticing you. "Good morning!!" he squealed
"Wowww. Someone's in a good mood— Morning, gumi!" you return the excitement to the cut boy as you walk towards him to pinch his cheeks.
Toni turns off the stove and faces you. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You gulped. "Morning, Toji" you say, your cheeks burning red. He puts the pancake on Megumi's plate and drizzles syrup.
"Hmm morning. How's sleep? You rest well?" a smirk slowly crept on his gorgeous sexy face. He steps and closes the distance. "Do ‘ya feel sore or anything?" Toji whispers in your ear, being mindful of his son. Although, he's currently busy, not giving a single care to the world as he digs into his pancake.
"A little. But I'm fine" you say, nibbling on your lip. He hums in response.
"Want some tea to relax your senses?" he teases you, moving away. You glare at him. He cackles a laugh.
"Oh. By the way, your car's all fixed. Hate to say this, but I need to collect service fee"
"Oh really? Thanks! How much??"
"Hmm let's see.. It did take me a while. So... How about a date?"
want more?
>𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
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Dad!Toru being jealous of his son over Mom!Reader. But they sure get along when it comes to making you angry.
Sweet Tooth
wc. 783
Your phone buzzed inside your pocket as you grabbed the double chocolate chip cookie your husband specifically requested. You place it in your cart before reaching for your phone.
Upon seeing the message, your face lights up instantly. Satoru sent a selfie of him and your son, who's the carbon copy of his dad. Sometimes, it makes you wonder if your genes even tried, to be honest.
They're laying down on the bed, Satoru's arm stretched out, trying to fit the both of them in the frame. Your two and half-year-old son's face is all puffy, little blue eyes staring at the camera, and they're even wearing cute matching pyjamas. You heart the message, then looked at the grocery list again.
•Laundry soap
•Body wash
•Shampoo
•Diaper
•Baby wipes
•Mochi
•Double stuffed oreos
•Double chocolate chip cookies
•Ice cream (all flavors)
Your face twists in slight disgust at what your husband added to the list. But you can't even argue with him about it 'cus you're gonna steal his snacks anyway. After checking everything and buying more stuff that's not on the list, you headed to the cashier.
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"Guys? I'm home!" you enter your home, excited to see your boys even though you just did two hours ago. Little toru came running down the hallway, arms wide open, bright smile splattered on his chubby face.
"Ma-ma, ma-ma" he chants, trying so hard to get to you fast. You drop the shopping bags on the floor and bend over, reaching your arms for him.
"Hi babyyy, come to mama! Who is mama's good boy, huh?" Before your son could reach you, someone else came sprinting towards you. You yelp, almost tripping as Satoru leeches onto your frame.
"I'm your good boy" he leans down and nuzzles his face on your neck, hugging you. You cackled at him and pinched his side, he hissed and then pouted his lip. "Owww that hurt"
"You idiot. Look at him, you're gonna make my actual baby cry" you say, peeking over at his shoulder while pointing at your son, on the verge of crying.
"Whaaaaat?! No way, I'm your baby" he lets go of the hug and sticks his tongue at the poor kid. He sobbed a few times, his lips downturned, before his tears finally dropped and cried.
“Wahhhhhhh” he wailed, tiny fists rubbing his eyes.
"Awww my sweetheart— come here" you coo as you pick him up. "Daddy's such a meanie, isn't he? Make sure not to grow up like him, okay?" you wiped his tears and filled his face with smooches.
Satoru glared at you two, arms crossed. "He's only crying to get your attention" and then, Satoru was convinced that his own son displayed a smug smirk at him. "Did you see that??! Love, I'm telling you he's doing it on purpose."
"Don't be a baby, Toru. He's only two" you retorted, heading to the living room. Satoru scoffed.
“Yeah, and a half. That half matters” he then carried the shopping bags on the floor and put them on the kitchen island.
He followed you and your son to the living room and leaned on the wall. He couldn't help but beam a precious smile at the scene. You're playing with his mini-me, giggles and laughs filling the house. He grabbed his phone real quick and took photos.
"Heyyy, why are you having fun without me?" he walks over and plops himself on the couch.
"Da-da" you hand over the baby as he's reaching for his dad. You kiss both of them on the cheeks.
"I'll cook now" you say as you stand up. Then turned to look at them, eyes narrowed. "No sweets before lunch." He only hums in return.
Once you were done preparing the meal, you went to check up on the two. "Lunch is ready. Let's eat!" But they weren't where you left them. You checked upstairs— still not there. And then... you hear tiny giggles from the bathroom.
You peek through the door and you see Satoru and your little one, stuffing their faces with the mochis you just bought earlier. Little Toru's face is covered with cream and the bigger man's face is no different, making you face palm yourself. Your heart melted at the sight. But then, you remember that you specifically told your husband to not eat sweets before lunch.
Arms folded on your chest, you open the door. Satoru flinches upon seeing you, eyes wide. "Mama, yum yum" your son offers you some of the dessert. Satoru laughs hysterically, you scoff.
"Oh no. Mama's angry. Let's run!!" he picks up the baby and runs for their lives.
“C'monnn, what do you even do in your house on a saturday evening??!” your best friend whined, forcing you, yet again, to go out with her.
“Hmmm let me think… oh I know! I rest! Like what a normal person would after five days of being a work slave” you sarcastically reply, making her pout.
“That's so unfair, we have the same work y'know. You really gotta loosen up. When's the last time you got laid since you broke up with your good-for-nothing, lying, bastard of an ex? Oh I know! 10 months ago!” she counter attacked, prompting you to cross arms and roll your eyes at her.
“If I go with you tonight, are you gonna leave me alone for the next three weeks?”
“Make it two and it's a deal!” She squealed.
You sighed. “Ugh fine. Where do you wanna go anyway?” clasping her hands together at your question, eyes sparkling.
“Before I tell you, promise you won't back out”
She said, squinting her eyes.
“I don't really have a choice now do I. Yeah, fine whatever. Where?”
“There's a newly opened strip club in town. I heard the men are smoking hot. Plus the drinks and food are yum yum too. We shouuuuld check it out” she replied, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“No fucking way. I'd rather sleep” you shrugged.
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“Oh. My. God.” your best friend said, jaw dropped to the floor as she squealed your name like there's a fire. “You look sooooo absolutely hot!!” you can't help but smile at her remarks. It really has been a while since you got ready except for work.
“You're just saying that so I don't stay home” you teased her.
She glared at you and says, “I'd literally fuck you right now”
“Don't threaten me with a good time” you say, biting your lip. Then you two bursted out laughing.
“Thanks babe, I'd fuck you too.” You said, returning her peculiar compliment.
Looking back again in the mirror, you admire yourself. You're wearing a black miniskirt, with a deep plunge top, your cleavage out and about, black tights, and red bottoms to finish the look. “Damn, I do look good” you whisper to yourself. Fixing your hair and makeup one last time.
“You ready, hottie?” your best friend asked.
“Yep, let's get this over with.”
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Loud music entered your senses as you and your best friend walked in the club. You squint your eyes as the lights hit your eyes. It wasn't packed but not empty either, the perfect amount of people for you. “We're lucky, there's literally no people” she said, making you look at her in disbelief but she just laughs anyway.
“Let's get drinks first” you suggested, pointing at the bar.
“Good idea” You guys headed over the stools to sit, waiting for the bartender to take your orders as he fixed someone else's drink.
“Good evening ladies, what can I get for you?” the bartender finally walked up in front of you.
“I'll have a martini, please” you say, giving the bartender a slight smile.
“What about you, miss?” he asked, turning to your friend.
“Cosmopolitan for me!” she exclaimed.
“Impeccable taste, ladies. I'll get it done in 3 minutes” the bartender said as he started to make your drinks.
“This is a strip club, right?” you ask, looking around.
“That's what I told you, yeah” your friend bluntly responded.
“I don't see any of those men” you say, not intending to sound disappointed.
“Ooohh someone's hungry for some good ol' dick I see” she teased, nudging her elbows at your side. “I think they'll come out in a bit, don't worry.”
“I'm not hungry for some dick. I just expected them to be dancing on that stage like right now.”
“Yeah yeah, whatever you sayyy” her tone sounding mischievous.
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After a few laughs while you two finished your drinks, the stage lit up in red light, matching the red background, white spot lights moving around, and the lively music got switched to a sexy one.
“Oh my god, here they come!!” the girl beside you yelped as she stood from the stool, dragging you to sit in front of the stage.
You sat on the left side of the stage, as the other people occupied the other ones with a better view. Making your best friend pout. “Damn it, we literally got the worst seat. I bet the men in front would be the hottest” she said, shaking her head as you hummed in response.
Or so you thought.
Once the men came out, the one in front of you got your mouth watering. They were all shirtless but he's so distinct. His physique is unbelievably human. He's tall, biceps looking like it can crush your skull, his abs sculpted, big chest, and you can tell his legs are just as big as the rest of him, because his pants are clinging ever so tightly.
Oh, and that fucking face. Green eyes glowing in contrast to the red background as the white party lights hit his face. The visible scar on his lip, making him even more sexy.
You pressed your legs together, silently whimpering only you can hear. “What a man” you mutter to your friend, eyes glued to him.
“Damn, you got your target already. Not my type tho, he's too big for me. I like slanky ones. I'mma go there, you stay here with your man.” she said, pointing at the other man.
“What? No don't leave m—” And she did, leaving you alone on that section of the stage. You smiled a bit at the thought of him being all “yours”.
Once they got into their formation, they started to dance. Their bodies move in rhythm with the music. People started to throw money on stage. Some whistled and shouted, “Take it all off!”
Your eyes, still glued to the man. As he got closer to you, still moving his body to the music, his eyes bore into yours. You panicked and looked away. “You getting all shy on me now, doll? After looking at me like you'll eat me whole?” your eyes snap back, glaring at him. He let out a deep chuckle, making your pussy throb.
“Hmm you got wet, didn't cha?” he said, as he got off stage, along with the other men. The people absolutely loving it, making them squeal like a bunch of teenagers seeing their crushes. Some grinded on them, as they put money in the men's pockets.
“What the fuck? You don't say that to a woman” you said while raising an eye brow
“I know, but we're in a strip club aren't we? And ‘yer obviously enjoying the view as we speak” he said, grinning, your body tensing when he finally got in front of you. His body, rolling to the music, causes his muscles to flex in every movement he executes. “I'll stop if you don't throw me some money” he coos.
You immediately reached for your wallet in your bag, grabbing a few paper bills and handing it to him. “Put it in my pocket” he says, as he grinds his upper body on you, making you feel so small by how massive he is. You put the money in both of his pockets, earning a smile from him. Your heart skipped a beat at his gesture.
“The name's Toji. What ‘bout you, doll?” He said, going behind you, rubbing his toned front on your cold back. You hissed a little from the sudden feeling of warmth from his body, turning your head to look as you told him your name. “Hmm pretty name for a pretty girl”
A few more minutes, then the music stopped. The men halted their dancing. The people groaned and complained for more. Which you did too, internally, at least. Some men stayed on the tables, mingling with the customers, while some went backstage. “Time's up” he said, clicking his tongue.
Toji was about to walk out, but he stopped his tracks when you said, “How much for a night?”
He turned his head to look at you, smirking the fuck out, his scar rising on his face. “I don't fuck customers, sweetheart” Your brows frowned at his response.
“Why not?” you try to sound composed, in which you failed.
He walked back, now standing in front of you. “Cuz I'm a stripper and not a prostitute” he said, tilting his head as his eyes stared deeply into yours.
“Hmm fair enough” you got up from your seat, and straightened yourself. Your face meeting his pecs. Toji backed up a little. “Have a good night, then” you finally say, walking away from him, finding your best friend.
He stayed in his place, his eyes following your figure moving along the crowd, denying the fact that his cock got hard at the sight of you. Toji shook his head and turned his heel as he walked backstage.
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You've been searching the whole place for your best friend, but she's nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, your phone chimed.
twin <3 : hey babes, sorry for running on you. I didn't wanna disturb you since it looked like you were having the best time of your life ;)) I'm ‘bout to have some myself. love you, be careful! ♡
You sighed at her message and exited the club to find a taxi.
You walked along the road, the city still alive. Lights flickering on shops, people all dressed up for night out, having the best time of their lives. You sneered at yourself, remembering the embarrassing moment.
You spotted a taxi. You signal the driver as you wait on the road side.
Unexpectedly, before the taxi could even park in front of you, a man held your arm from behind. You quickly turn your body to face him, ready to throw some hands. But– “Toji?”
“Fuck, how the hell did you get so far already?” he said, his chest panting from running. He then went to the taxi driver and apologized for being called, handing a 10 dollar bill. The driver only scoffed.
“Okay, what the fuck is happening?” you ask him, aggravated.
“Your place.”
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“Ahhh f-fuckk!” his fingers slid and moved past your panties. Your back against the front door, holding on dearly to his shoulders, your other leg held up by his arm, as he fucks you with his thick digits.
“You're taking my fingers so good, doll. Gotta make sure ‘yer all nice and ready to take my cock, hmm?” he coos, looking down at your whimpering figure. Rubbing his bulge against your leg.
Everything happened all too fast. After giving him your address, the ride was quiet. Toji's eyes glanced at your exposed chest and thighs every now and then, as you nibbled on your lower lip, contemplating whether this situation is a good idea or not. But one thing's for sure.
You need to get fucked.
By him.
“Aughh r-right there!” his finger curled inside your walls, making you arch your back.
“Yeahh? You gonna cum for me, baby?” he said with a grin, then smashed his lips into yours. You nodded your head as you kiss each other desperately. His fingers go iiiin and ouuut of you so easily, making his pace even faster.
“Hmmpp!” you moaned in his mouth, feeling your stomach tighten at the long lost familiar feeling. You held his face and pulled away from the kiss, “T-tojiii I'm gonna— ohh fuckkkk” you cry out, reaching your orgasm.
He bit his lip at the sight of you— mouth in a silent o, chest rising and falling, your eyes going to the back of your head, and your nails digging on his shoulders which will likely leave marks. “Good girl. Let it all out, baby” Toji encourages you, causing your orgasm to last longer.
This is the feeling you've been desperately aching for. No matter what facade you put on, acting like you're not touch deprived. Deep inside, you've been tired of just touching yourself.
“You all right, doll?”
Your eyes fix themselves and look into his green ones. “Y-yeah. I'm fine, it's just that it's been a while since I last— ah!” your words got cut off when he flashed you a grin. His other arm held onto your standing leg, making you straddle his waist.
“Where's your room?” he asked, tightening his hold on you, your chests pressed together. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned into his ear, biting it.
“Upstairs, first door on the left.” he hummed as he took heavy and quick steps towards your bedroom. Your mouth moves from Toji's ear to his jaw, giving him soft kisses.
As you take your sweet time kissing his face, you didn't even notice him open the door. Toji slammed both of your bodies onto your soft mattress, his massive body caging you as you're helplessly underneath him. “Look at you, so fucking needy for me. Did ‘ya instantly get wet when you saw me on that stage?”
“Urgh, just fuck me already” your tone sounding infuriated. He chuckled.
“Answer my question first. C'mon, let me hear you say it” you look at him with annoyance.
“Well… y-yeah” you say to him, your eyes avoiding his stare.
“Theeeeeere you go. Besides, a pretty doll like you ain't taking my cock unless I have a taste first.” Toji's hands quickly yanked your top off, releasing your breasts making them bounce off. His eyes glimmer at the sight, mouth going to your boob as if there's magnet to it. Your other boob's not left neglected, toji's hand massaged it, feeling his calloused fingers rub against your soft skin. His mouth goes back and forth on your boobs. Tongue licking your nipple and slightly biting it, provoking you to yelp from the pleasurable pain.
He lowers his mouth to your sternum, eyes locking with yours as he makes his way all the way dooooown. Toji stopped when he came face to face with your clothed cunt. You closed your legs, feeling embarrassed.
“Open up, baby. Let me see you” Toji's hands grabbed both your thighs, parting your legs apart. You then shivered when you felt his breath on your cunt. He smirked when you tensed up, hooking his fingers on your lace panties and taking them off nice and slow. “Eaaaasy baby, I'm not gonna eat you— That's what I'd say if I was lying” he said as he dove right in.
“Mnghhh! ” your hand grabbed his hair when the flat of his tongue lapped up and down your dripping pussy.
“Fuck, doll. You taste so fucking sweet” he says pulling his majestic face away, slightly. Then, both of his hands grabbed the back of your knee and pressed them into your body, exposing your pussy more for all his glory, giving him a nice view of how you clench around nothing. He grunted at the sight as he went back for more.
His tongue circles your puffy clit begging for attention. “T-tojii ahhh!” you cry out when he sucked it.
“Mhmm sho fucking goood” he babbled against your pussy, his eyes never leaving yours. The lewd sounds of licking and slurping echo around your bedroom as he eats you like a man starved for five years. He slides in a finger, continuing to nibble on your clit.
“S-shittt yes! Feels so good— ‘ji ahh” this might just be heaven. Toji adds another finger in, making you completely lose your damn mind. Your legs shake as you can feel your climax build up, for the second time. He curled his fingers inside you again and again, his mouth still glued to your clit as you finally reached your high. ‘Ohhhh! Keep goingggg”, your hips buck around his face, as he licks up every drop of your sweet juices.
Your body calms when he moves away from your pussy, sitting up on his knees. Not long enough, when his thumb rubbed with your now sensitive nub. You flinched when he pressed harder as he drew circles. “T-too muchhh!” you sobbed, eyes watering from overstimulation. Your quivering legs quickly shut, but his hand is still on your pussy. He continued to torture your clit, urging you to cry. “P-pleaseee no more” you whimpered, fighting the strength of his hand.
With a satisfied sneer on his face, he lets go of you. “You're already such a fucking mess and you haven't even seen my cock yet” he shakes his head teasingly, his unused thumb wipe away your tears. He leaned into your body, catching your trembling lips. The kiss he's giving you this time is soft, as if he's soothing your exhausted body.
Your hand reached for the hem of his shirt, tugging it. Toji took the signal and removed his shirt. Your hands explore every crevice of his upper body. When he pulled away from the kiss, you admired the perfect body on top of you. It's not the first time you saw him shirtless, but fuck. He looks so much hotter right now. A drool shamelessly escaped the corner of your mouth.
“Awww ‘yer drooling, doll. Like what you see?” he snickered, while wiping it off.
“I want you inside me, toji. Need your dick fill me up. Please.” Your eyes look at him in pure desperation, hand moving down from his abs to his bulge being covered still by his tight pants.
“Shiiit, baby.” his head lulled back at your touch. Toji stood up and began to strip off. He removed his pants along with his boxers. Your eyes widen. What you didn't prepare for is that one hell of a monster between his legs. Thick, long, and heavy. It even swung when he walked back to the bed. Your expression earned a smug smirk from him.
“No fucking way that's real. You got it done, didn't you? Be honest” you blurted out, eyes still opened wide.
Toji laughed hysterically at your comment, getting on bed and walking with his knees, and positioned himself between your legs. “Fuck you mean I got it done? This is all organic, doll” he says, whilst providing himself a stroke. His tip is glistening with beads of precum, all red and puffy. You licked your bottom lip and reached for his cock, making it throb. Toji hisses at your touch.
“It's so big,” you big your lip. “I don't know if it can fit,” you hesitantly say to the man.
“Oh sweetheart. ‘Course it'll fit. I'll stretch you nice and good, make you feel just how fucking real my cock is” He placed his tip at your entrance and rubbed it on your clit. You both moaned in unison. He leaned down your body and kissed your forehead.
“Hold onto me, baby. ” He says, aligning his length to your hole. You wrap your arms around him, as his face rests on the crook of your neck.
“Oh fuckkkk!!” you yelped, when he finally entered you. Although he slid in pretty easily from your slick, it still hurt ‘cus of how big he is.
“Fuck, you're tight, ” he hissed on your neck. “Easy now. Relax for me” he starts to penetrate his cock into yours, going in and out. A few strokes and the pain is completely replaced by pleasure.
“Mnghhh— feels good now, toji” your nails scratch his back. With your words, he pounds into you at a quickened pace.
“That's fuuuucking it. There you go, doll. ‘Yer taking me so fucking good” he praises you. “Holy fuck you got even more wet. You like being praised, huh? How ‘bout I call you a slut? ‘Cus that's what you are, aren't you? Throwing yourself at me like a fucking whore in heat.” you moaned at his words, mind scrambled. The praise and degradation riling you up. Completely dumb fucked.
“D-deeper tojiii” you whimper against his neck.
“Deeper, huh?” and god, you wish the words didn't come out of your mouth. Because his hands grab the back of your thighs, and pressed them on your upper body, as he throws himself over, making you feel all his weight. Forcing you in a mating press, folding you in half.
“A-ahhh!” you cry out, as you feel him reach a spot that had you seeing stars. Toji's tip is kissing your sweet sweet spot in every thrust. Your boobs bouncing in every move he gives you.
“Oh yeeeahhh. Feel how deep I am now, baby?” he looks at you, grinning like a motherfucker. His hand presses on your lower tummy, “Look. That's how—fuck! nghh deep I am in you, doll” he says looking down, making you do so too. You notice an evident bulge make its mark on your tummy in every thrust.
He's pounding into you so deep, his balls clap against your ass. You're both a moaning mess. He groans your name as he fucks your pussy relentlessly. A white ring forming on his base from your mixed juices.
“Come on, baby. Cum for me” Toji says, as he kisses your lips sweetly— completely in contrast by how mean he's going to your other lip.
You feel a knot in your stomach. “Mhmmpp,” you broke away from the kiss. “T-toji I'm c-close— ahh! Keep going!” he continues to pound into you. A few more of those and then you came undone. Legs shaking, your pussy dripping from your slick, your hands tugging on his hair, as you orgasm. You moaned and moaned and moaned. Which he did, in return. Your name came out like a sweet melody from his mouth.
“F-fuckk. I'm close, baby. Don't you give up on me— ahh take me” his brows furrowed, trying to chase his high.
“Shit shitttt. Toji I feel like I'm gonna pee— stopppp” you cry out. He didn't listen and proceeded to reach his orgasm.
“Mnghhh, ‘s okay. Let it out, baby. Put on a show f'me.” not taking you seriously, he even starts to rub your perked clit with his thumb. You couldn't hold it in—
“Fuuuuuuckkk!! Tojiiii” you shrieked, squirting on his stomach. Your eyes are spilling tears from the overwhelming pleasure. Not long, the sight helped him cum.
“Ohhhh fuck.” He grunted, finally reaching his orgasm. His cum shoots, warming up your insides, some spilling out. He stopped his movements and looked down at you, before pulling his cock out. Upon laying his eyes on you, he couldn't help but smile. “Look at the mess you made. You did so good for me, doll” he kissed your lips.
Your body is totally worn out. You can't even speak, or think straight. He finally got up and asked, “You got any towels here?” his voice sweet.
“Mhmm bathroom” you say, his head nodding in response. After a while, he came back with a towel. He cleaned himself up prior as you can tell by how the glisten on his stomach is gone, as well as the mess on his cock and thighs. Toji reached over to wipe you down with the damp cloth. You yelped when he ran over your pussy, still overstimulated. He chuckled.
“My bad, sweetheart. Damn, you okay?” he asks, now concerned.
“You fucking with me?” you retort, while scoffing.
“I mean, I just did. Hard and good too, mind you.” he continues to tease you. You didn't have any more energy left in you, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tossed the towel somewhere on the floor before going to bed and lay down with you.
"Thought you didn't fuck customers"
"Hmm you weren't in the club when I approached you, doesn't make 'ya a customer" he bluntly replied, shrugging his shoulders.
His hands slip on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your back pressed against his chest. Once you feel his warmth creep onto yours, you melt away and drift to sleep.
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You got woken up by the sunlight blinding your eye. Your body is sore. Especially between your legs. You look over your side, hoping to find the one hell of a man.
But, you are left all alone on your bed. You grunted and laid flat on your back. “Shit” you muttered to yourself. After mustering all your strength, you finally got up. As you stood by the bed, you saw a piece of paper on your bed side table.
Hey doll, last night was amaaazing ;) Unfortunately, I have to leave early. My babysitter is threatening me that he'll cut my head off if I don't come home right this instant. Nice house btw.
His number was written at the back with a matching “Call me if you want ;))”
You sighed and crumpled the paper, throwing it in your bin. “Yeah, as if. This will never fucking happen again” you say to yourself.
want more?
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I took down my first post, cus I thought it'd be better to just include the smut lmao.
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Summary. What happens when you're on a 4-day work trip, out of town?
Well... Let's just say your husband, Nanami Kento misses you so much that he steals your panty from the laundry basket and fucks himself while inhaling your scent.
contents. heavy on the scent kink, nanami masturbating, pathetic husband, pervert nanami, oral sex(f receiving), praise kink, light bondage, spitting, mating press, aftercare <3
wc. 4.6k
this is heavily influenced by the fragrantica trend on tiktok ;)
You and Nanami Kento have been married for 3 years now, 2 years dating prior.
It was a rainy morning and it's your routine to have breakfast at your favorite cafe. Luckily for you, it's near your workplace. There was no available table at the time, the others were occupied by pairs or groups of people.
Except one.
You mustered all your courage to ask the man, and if I may add... The man was handsome. Like jaw-dropping, flabbergasting, fucking handsome. His brows were crunched and he's typing on his laptop like his life depends on it.
You walked to the table nervously, "Umm hi, I'm sorry to interrupt you sir. May I sit here?"
He looked up through his glasses, his brows softening just a little. "There are no more available seats and I really want to enjoy the ambiance here in the cafe, hence it is my favorite and I don't really wanna go to my office because it's still earl–"
"Yes. You may sit, ma'am" He interrupted you before you could even finish your sentence.
"Thank you, Mr. ? "
"Kento Nanami"
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Nanami" Then you introduced yourself as well.
And the rest is history..
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The first time you made love with each other was in his apartment.
He invited you over for dinner and presented that he'll cook. Which you gladly accepted.
Nanami fixed the two of you some shrimp pasta, steak, mushroom soup, and créme brulee for dessert.
Your stomach was full from all the yummy food he prepared. But tonight… your stomach's not the only one getting full.
As the night went on, the both of you grew hot from the wine he took out of his cellar. A very good, aged, fine wine.
Time-to-time, you catch him looking at your lips when you talk. Tipsy, you say to him, “If you want to kiss me, you can ask y'know” your eyes squinting at him a little.
“May I kiss you then, sweetheart?” He finally asked, taking off his glasses.
You placed your glass of wine on the coffee table and crawled towards him. Pressing your hands on his chest squeezing the plush of his muscles underneath his thin shirt. Looking at him straight in his eyes, dying to kiss him just as much.
His hands found your waist and guided you to sit on his lap. His right hand coming up to cup your face, you leaned in against his touch, earning a ‘Hmm” from him. Then, Nanami's thumb moved to your lips, rubbing his calloused pad against its softness and plumpness.
“You're so gorgeous. I'm so lucky to have you, darling.” He pecked your lips. Then stared at you once more. “All to myself” He grunted, before crashing his equally soft ones to yours.
The first 10 seconds of the kiss was slow and passionate. Quickly escalating, he tilts his head gaining more access to your mouth. “Hmmph!” You moaned as he slipped his tongue inside. Your tongue met his, exchanging spit and some drool slipping out of your mouths.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands playing with his soft, blond hair. Nanami's hands slipped inside your shirt, rubbing your back and waist.
Both of you broke from the kiss, breaths uneven. A strand of saliva connecting your reddened lips.
He picked you up like you weigh nothing, flexing his strong muscles and carried you to his bedroom. Although.. After he laid you on the bed, "Hold on, sweetheart" he said, panting from the heated kiss earlier.
You watched him go to his closet, which is connected to his room. His movements were frantic. He rummaged through his things, as you can hear, because some of his stuff is dropping by how uncareful he's moving, which is unlikely, knowing him.
"Ah hah" he exclaimed. He went out and revealed himself with a scented candle and match on his hand.
Your brows furrowed, confused as to why he's holding those. "Ken, what are those for?" You asked, sitting up on the bed.
After the candle is lit, he removes his button-up shirt and hovers over you, caging you in between his big arms, making your back press on the bed again.
"What else for my love? To set up the mood of course." He proclaimed, crashing his lips into yours once again..
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"Honey, you're gonna be late for your flight. Your things are complete. I checked everything last night." Your husband said hugging you from behind, his chin on your head while you're stressing if you've brought everything that you'll need.
You've never been away from your home in 3 years since marrying. And it's gonna be 4 days, that's why you're kinda frustrated and paranoid you almost packed the whole house in your baggage. Including your husband.
You turned to face him, hugging him tightly. "I am so gonna miss you, love. Like really really really miss you." You mumbled on his chest.
"Oh darling, imagine how I'll feel. I will miss you more than you can comprehend." His hands cupped your face, making you look up at him. He leaned down to your face and kissed you.
The kiss was slow. Like he's so afraid it's gonna end.
You break the kiss and say, "Welp, I think it's time to go." He gave you kisses on your cheeks "Mhmm just a little more" he says in between his smooches, making you giggle.
He carried all your baggage in his car and drove you to the airport.
You hugged each other tightly one last time before you checked in.
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Day 1
Nanami drove back home with a lump on his chest. He played your playlist in the car. He even shed a tear or two when your favorite song came up. I think he's mixing up you dying and you going on a work trip, by how dramatic he is.
But who's he to blame? You are absolutely amazing. Beyond amazing even. You're everything he has dreamed of, and he wouldn't trade anything in the world for you.
He finally arrived home and looked at his watch. 7:00 am. It is a Tuesday, so he still has to go to work at 8 am.
The thought of him going home tonight, without you, greeting him with your oh so loving tone he loves dearly, is enough to make him crazy.
Before getting ready, he decided to do some laundry first. Going through your basket, he smelled your shirt you wore last night. He took a long sigh. "I'm gonna miss you so much" He said, whispering to himself.
One by one, he put your clothes in the wash, not until... your favorite panty was in his hand. He bit the inside of his cheek. Contemplating whether or not he should put it or not.
After 3 minutes of deep thinking... he set aside your underwear and continued to load the washing machine.
Day 2
Nanami woke up and immediately reached for you. When he felt nothing, his eyes snapped open and got nervous. Then he remembered you were away. He sighed to himself.
He decided to call you.
"Good morning, babyyy" You blabbered through the phone, your voice husky, signifying that you had just woken up as well.
His cock twitched at your voice, making him groan. Which you heard. "What's wrong, Ken? Did something happen?" You asked, voice now concerned.
"Oh n-nothing, my love. Good morning, how was your sleep? " His hand reached for his boxers. Slightly palming his growing bulge.
"Are you sure you're okay?" You asked one more time before answering his question. "Yes, my love. I'm sorry if I made you worry.”
You sighed. "It's alrighttttt. I didn't sleep well last night" You said, pouting your lips.
"Why is that, sweetheart?" He questioned, his tone a little bit teasing.
"Oh you know why! It took me three freaking hours before I actually drifted to slumber land. I wanted you by my side..." Your words drove him mad. His hands, now in his boxers as he gives it a few slow strokes. He bit his lips from pleasure.
"What about you? I bet you slept well without me blasting my phone volume by your side huh?" You said while giggling.
"I think I only slept for two hours" Eyes closed, he tried his best to make his voice normal, not making you suspicious of what he's doing now. At your voice alone.
"Tell me more, darling." He uttered, dropping the phone beside him, and putting it on speaker. He reached for your pillow.
Nanami brought it to his face, the smell of your shampoo and natural scent completely flooding his mind, making him dizzy and even more horny.
You continued to blabber about how everything went yesterday. While he continued to fuck himself with his hand. His responses being short, just a few "Yeah" or "Mhm"
Then, you had to excuse yourself and end the call.
His moans can be heard now. His strokes are becoming faster. He tightens his grip on his cock, coercing him to moan your name. "Ahh yes darling— T-take my cock" His hips thrusting upwards, matching the speed of his hands.
The wet sounds of his dick filling the room, along with his moans and groans. "Mnghh fuuck" He moaned, his head tilting back. His pace became slopier, then came shooting his load on his stomach and hand.
“This is gonna be the longest 4 days of my life” he muttered, staring at the ceiling.
Day 3
The day went on incredibly slow. On Nanami's head at least. The both of you called each other every free time the two of you had.
He got food on the way home as he didn't feel like cooking at all. Now, he's kicking off his shoes and carefully placing them on the shoe rack by the front door.
After working out for an hour in your home gym, he then freshened up.
Now, he's all ready for bed.
As he was passing by the laundry room, he saw a piece of clothing hanging on one of the hooks.
He went inside to put it in a basket or something. His eyes widened upon realizing that it's your underwear.
"Shit" He bit his lip, picking it up from the hook. Unashamed, his hand put it on his face. Inhaling your scent like an animal in heat.
Well he is…
He went to your shared bedroom, took out the vanilla jasmine scented candle from the shelf and lit it, then placed it on his bed side table.
He began to unravel his throbbing— thick, long cock from his underwear. He groaned. His curved dick slapping his toned abs. He wrapped his hand on his tip, smearing precum on his thumb. “Fuck”
The natural aphrodisiac in the jasmine makes him even more riled up. He brought your panties up on his lower face. Inhaling and tasting you all at once.
He pumped his long shaft as he's imagining you. The way your pussy easily gets wet with just his faint touches. The way you clench around him. Your warmth driving him to the edge.
All his thoughts lead to you.
"Shiiit. Oh fuck" He pumps his dick faster. He widens his thick thighs as if you're in between them.
"Yes, darling. Suck me just like that. So fucking— hahh good" Nanami closed his eyes. Head thrown back, his adam's apple bobbing from the constant moaning of your name. He's working his hand so fast that his breathing is ragged.
He put your undies away from his face, still stroking his cock. After five seconds, he inhaled you again.
"Ahhh fuckk– I'm so close, keep going" He muttered through the fabric. The room, now humid because of the scented candle, and him.
fwap fwap fwap "Mnghh y-yeahh" Nanami moaned as he released his warm cum all over himself as he reached his climax.
Still providing himself a few, slow strokes as post orgasm hits him.
"Hah– one more fucking day" He said, before finally getting up and cleaning after his mess.
Day 4
“Love, which one do you like?” you asked, holding a black and blue shirt, through the video call. You woke up early to go shopping for some things to bring home. “I like whichever you think is nice, honey”
“Oh my god. Kennnn just choose” You replied, completely aggravated. He only chuckled.
“Okay, okay. I like the blue one”
“Hah! I knew it. Now a matching tie. This one or that one?”
“That one.” he said pointing at the other tie. “Good taste, love.” you said, with a matching wink. His heart skipped a beat and smiled at your playful attitude.
“I'm gonna go shopping for some more souvenirs. I'll talk to you later, baby”
“Okay, sweetheart. Don't buy heavy things, you'll hurt yourself.”
“Yeah yeah, bye now. I love youuu” you bid goodbye, kissing through the camera.
“I love you more. Be very careful, okay?” you simply nodded at his words, and ended the call.
The day went on as per usual for Nanami. Getting ready for work, leaving the house 10 minutes early so he's not late, finishing his paperworks, blah blah blah.
And there goes lunch time.
As he finishes eating, he tries calling your phone but you're not answering. “Must be busy” he said to himself, looking at your profile on his contacts.
But goddamn. The man misses you so fucking much.
Little did you know..
Before leaving the house, he grabbed one of your favorite shirts, then sprayed your favorite perfume on it. Luckily, when he was finally satisfied by how much he sprayed, it ran out. Which you thank him for because he switched the new bottle of perfume and the old one in your baggage.
He took your scented shirt out of his briefcase. Feeling the softness of the fabric on his hands, he brought it closer. His eyes closed as he's smelling it.
He didn't plan to bring your shirt to jerk himself off in his office, no.
Or did he…
Nanami grunted as he could feel his cock grow in his tight pants. He tried to repress it, he really did.
Until he couldn't. “Shit”
He unbuckled his belt and zipped his pants open. He reached for his boxer's waistband and freed himself of misery.
His fat cock already glistening with beads of precum at his red-pink mushroom tip. He made sure that the windows and doors were locked before attending to his business.
Your shirt is still in Nanami's hands, smelling it as he pumps his desperate dick, releasing a quiet groan in response. His moves became faster, squelching sounds echoing in his office.
He wrapped your shirt around his dick. Feeling the friction, his hips thrusted upward. “Mnghh— yesss” he moaned, his pace becoming more vigorously fast.
He bit his hand as he's reaching for his high. Not a minute later, he choked on his saliva as he orgasmed. He whispered your name. All in desperation. His cum, all over your clothes. “It's ruined, I'm gonna buy another one. Apologies, my love.” he mumbled to himself, as he displayed a satisfied grin on his face.
D-day
At last, it's Saturday. You told him to pick you up at the airport around 5:30 pm.
So here he is at the airport. At 4 fucking pm. You scolded him for being too early and that he'll get bored. But he simply replies, “I know, sweetheart. But I don't want to miss even a minute upon your arrival.” you couldn't help but melt at his remarks, and say “Awww baby. I love you so much I'm gonna give you a bunch of hugs and kisses”
“Hugs and kisses only?” he asked, raising a brow.
“Hmm I don't know, depends” you responded, playing along.
Time check: 5pm. Nanami got out of his car, finding a cafe or bakery in the airport. He bought hot coffee for himself, and your favorite drink as well, along with some pastries and breads to eat on the road and bring home.
As you walked out, his back was facing you leaning against one of the airport rails. His phone is on the side of his face, trying to call you. Luck on your side, it died just after the plane landed. You sneaked behind him and put on a beanie, trying to look like a stranger. You bumped into him, then turned to your shoulder for a second and said, “Sorry”. It was a split second but you did catch a glimpse of his brows crunching together. You walked fast. But he's faster. He called your name, shouting just a tiny pitch higher than his normal voice. You couldn't hold it in anymore and burst laughing while opening your arms as you met his long strides.
“I missed you so much, my love” Nanami says as he's now embracing your smaller figure against his warm and big body. Hugging your waist so tightly, but not tight enough to make it hurt. Your arms automatically wrap around his neck, making him crunch lower towards you. You kissed him. He accepted your gesture and exchanged it passionately. Your lips fully in sync, not caring about PDA because you just longed for each other that much.
Pulling away from the kiss, you say, “I missed you too, Ken. I missed you so much”, as you stare at his hypnotizing, beautiful, hazel eyes.
His face lightened with his smile. “Are you ready to go home, sweetheart?” he asked sweetly. “Yuppppp let's gooo”
He took your baggage from you and carried it toward his car, your arm intertwined with his muscly one. He opened the car door for you and kissed you before closing it.
On the way home, an unending smile is plastered on his face. Holding your hand while the other on the wheel, he kisses the back of your hand at least every minute, making your chest flutter at his affection.
As you opened the front door. Nothing could've prepared your sanity on the sight in front of you. There's a "Welcome Home!” banner and a bunch of flowers on the foyer, the house smelling like roses and food he cooked for you. You turned to look at him, eyes teary. “ You didn't have to do this, honey. Coming home to you is more than enough, y'know” He closes the distance between the two of you, your husband’s thumb glides on your face to wipe a tear that escaped.
“Oh honey, this house felt so empty without you. It's just as happy to have you back. Of course we had to welcome you back properly.” you beamed at his sweet words.
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“Oh my goshh! It suits you perfectly!” you exclaimed, putting on the tie you bought for him as he sat on a stool bar, your body in between his legs and Nanami's hands resting on your hips. His eyes boring into yours as you blabber on the other things you bought for him.
And then…
He smashed his lips into yours, making you jolt in surprise. Still, you kissed back. He pulled you closer, his legs caging your frame. “You talk too much sometimes, darling. I wanted to kiss you so bad” he said, letting go of the kiss. His eyes filled with desperation and want.
He stood up from the stool. With swift moves, his arms are under your legs and the other on your back, carrying you bridal style. He makes a beeline to your bedroom. As you entered, your eyes widened.
Oh.
The room was filled with rose petals, slightly dim, the moonlight providing the only source of light. He carefully laid you on the soft mattress. You grabbed the tie you were making him try on earlier, and kissed him. He grunted in your lips, opening his mouth so you can gain access to his tongue. You rolled yours against him, making your husband lose his mind completely.
He breaks the kiss. “Which candle would you like for tonight, my love?” His voice husky and needy. “Vanilla coconut” you responded, biting your lower lip. He smirked as he got up and lit the candle.
Nanami gets on top of you and starts to kiss your neck. “Mgnhh! ” Your head tilts from pleasure, giving him more access to nibble and suck on your exposed skin. He then removed your shirt and bra. Like a magnet, his face came right down on your tits. He sucked them back and forth, giving both equal attention. “Ohh f-fuck!” you yelped as his thumb and index finger pinched on one of your nipples, the other one being licked and sucked by his mouth.
His lips trails kisses down your sternum, and reaches your stomach. He looked up at you waiting for your consent, his fingers on your waistband. After giving your husband a nod, he pulled down your pants leaving you only in your panty. He licked his lips and dove right in. “Mnghhh!! yes ugh— right there, ken!” you cry out. His mouth lapping at your clothed pussy. The fabric, completely soaked from your juices and his spit.
“Hah— I missed you, I missed this so fucking much” he says whilst sucking on your pussy. Unsatisfied with the barrier of your panty, he yanked it down your legs.
“Look at you, all pretty for me. Wanting to be fucked, hmm?” he teased. Your head nodded quickly and he chuckled at your needy gesture.
Nanami kissed your calf, moving up to your thighs, and inner thighs. Finally, his face is in front of your throbbing pussy. He pressed his face against it and took a loooong inhale, your smell engulfing his senses. Driving him mad. “Fuuuuck. You have no idea how much I've been wanting this, darling. Your pussy in my mouth.” He flattened his tongue on your cunt, “Aughhh K-ken, keep going” you moaned as pleasure took over you.
“You taste soooo sweet, my love” he kissed your clit. “Smells so fucking good too” he added as he starts to really eat you out.
Nanami's tongue swiping up-and-down your pulsating cunt. Your head turned to the side, eyes closed, hands gripping the sheets. “Look at me as I eat you, sweetheart. See how good I am licking your sweet juices”
Your eyes snapped open and looked down. His eyes already devouring you, as he feasts his mouth with your pussy. slurp slurp “A-ahh!! R-right there, Ken!” you moaned loudly as he sucked on your sensitive nub.
He inserts two of his long and thick fingers, making you whimper and your hips jolt upward. He curled his digits inside as he continued to work on your clit. “Mgnhhh— I'm close. Ahh!” You're a moaning mess.
He pumps his fingers faster and deeper, chasing your climax. “Oh f-fuckk!” you yelped as you orgasmed, eyes rolling back. His tongue licks up every single drop of your juices. He hums in satisfaction.
He hovers over you and says “Open your mouth” which you obeyed. You opened your mouth, tongue sticking out. He spits on it making you taste yourself, then he proceeds to catch your lips, kissing you hard and greedy. You tugged at his shirt. Nanami took off his tie.
Then… he held both of your wrists above your head tying them up. You looked at him doe-eyed. He grins at your reaction. “Be a good girl now, hmm? Tell me you want me, sweetheart. Tell me how much your pussy wants to be filled up by my cum”
“P-please kennn. Need your cock in me soooo bad—*hic* fill me up. Please” You begged. He can't help but to admire you right now. Your tied wrists, perked tits, your legs wide open, and your cunt glistening in wetness.
“You look so beautiful like this, my love. So perfect for me.” he praises as he removes his shirt and pants, leaving him naked.
The sight of his thick, long, and veiny cock making your mouth and pussy water. “You got bigger, love” you say, eyes slightly widened.
“Well, you weren't here to take care of me for four days,” he replied. He rubs his tip at your entrance making the both of you moan. “Relax, darling. You're squeezing me too hard.” he said as he inserts himself
“Fuck! You're t-too big— ahh!!” he slid all the way inside. “Mnghh shhh. I know, darling” he said, kissing your forehead.
Nanami's hands grabbed the back of your thighs, folding you in half, putting you in a mean mating press. His weight crashing you down. Then he begins pounding into you making you arch your back. He groaned at how your pussy is deliciously wrapping around him. His face scrunches as he thrusts in you. “Mnghhhh feels soooo good” You lolled as he fucks you with all his might.
“F-feel how deep I am, darling? You're taking me so good”
“I want to– ahh! touch you, love. Pleaseee” You plead. He smiles at you and quickly removes the tie on your wrists. Your now freed hands reached his back, digging your nails through his skin, making him groan from the sensation.
“M-moreeee!! Fuck me faster—Ahh!!” Taking your words, he did fucked you faster. And deeper. Your pussy walls clenching every inch he has to offer, his reddened tip kissing your cervix in every pound he gives you. His pace becomes inhuman as the best creaks from every thrust he makes. Your moans in harmony.
“Yeah? Mnghh— you like that, my love? You like it when I fuck you like this?”
“Y-yes!! Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!” you say as your mouth shapes into a silent O, your brown knitted together, as you orgasmed. “A-ahh, I'm close too” he said, his pace becoming sloppy.
“Fill me up, Ken. Want your cum in m-me” your voice trembling and legs shaking, as you begin to feel overstimulated. His cock forming a ring at the bottom from your juices.
A few more thwap thwap thwap, and “O-ohh fuuuck!!” Nanami tilted his head back and his cum painted your walls white.
The feeling of his warm and thick cum making you orgasm again. You bit your lower lip from how good it feels. His moves came to a halt, releasing your legs, his cock still inside of you.
The candle he lit earlier, covering the room in its sweet and calming scent, along with the smell of sweat, musk, your mixed perfumes, and the linens underneath you. All this makes Nanami's and your head hazy.
He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes closed. Then he pecked your cheeks, your forehead, and finally your lips. “I love you so much, sweetheart. Don't you ever agree to another work trip.” You laugh coarsely, your throat sore from all the moaning.
He took his cock out with a sounding pop! your pussy lips smacking together again from the fullness earlier. Your husband went to the bathroom and came back with a damp and dry towel in both of his hands. He reached down to you and cleaned up all the dried and wet fluids on your skin. He goes back to put them in a laundry basket.
“Are you hungry, sweetheart? I can fix you some pasta I cooked earlie–” His words were taken aback as he sees you, eyes closed and in deep sleep. He smiled at your vulnerable state and covered you in a blanket as he got to bed as well. Your husband kisses your forehead one last and then he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
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Inspired by the fragrantica trend on tiktok. It got me feeling things, okayy???😫 I had so much fun writing this!
Summary. You were supposed to go with your family to attend a family reunion held at your grandparents' estate. Although, since finals is coming up, you decided to stay at home and grab the chance to have the house all to yourself to "study in peace".
Until... you got so horny and asked your boyfriend, Ryomen Sukuna to come over.
"Urghh finally some peace and quiet." You say aloud setting up your notes from class, bunch of books and some snacks you prepared. And so, the study grind began..
Today's saturday and it's currently 5:30 in the afternoon. You've been studying since 1pm, making your brain and back hurt from sitting four hours straight. So, you decided to fix yourself a nice, warm, bubble bath after taking an everything shower.
Music playing in the background, your body relaxed from the warm, bubbly bath.. Then suddenly, the thought of your boyfriend slid your mind. You just saw him yesterday but you miss him so much already. Way too much, honestly.
The thought of him fucking you relentlessly until you're sobbing and crying, but still wanting more.
The way he praises you for taking his huge cock. You couldn't help it but part your thighs and rub your clit. "Mhmm" a silent whimper escaped your lips from the sensation.
You started to insert your two digits and mimick the way he fucks you using his long and thick ones. "Fuuckk ahh" You wanted to cum. But your fingers weren't enough, they never were after being with Ryomen. So you called him.
The phone only rang once before his voice was heard through the speaker.
"Hi baby, I just got off the gym. How's study? " He asked in an oh so loving tone.
"I'm home alone. Come over"
"Is everything all right, love? You sound.. Umm out of breath?" You can't help but moan at his voice, your thumb rubbing circles at your sensitive nub. No, you couldn't take it anymore. "Oh. That's how it is. I'll be there in five"
"Mhmm I'm in the tub" He chuckled through the phone at how needy you sound. "Drive safe, love I don't want you getting in an accident and your dick being split in half" He bursted laughing from your words.
"I will baby, you can stop touching yourself now. We both know you're not gonna cum if I'm not the one doing it." You rolled your eyes and ended the call.
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Five minutes passed and you can hear keys rattling at the front door followed by heavy footsteps, getting closer and closer.
The bathroom door swung open, revealing a sweaty, panting, sukuna making your pussy throb. He took off his compression shirt leaving him only in his grey sweatpants with an obviously massive tent growing beneath the fabric.
"Fuck baby, I love it when you get desperate for me"
You motioned your index finger, signalling him to come closer. With just three long strides, he's already standing in front of you.
You adjusted your position in the tub and sat on your knees, making you underneath his figure. His hands found your head and started rubbing your scalp.
"My baby's brain is so tired she needs to be dumb fucked huh. " You nodded, eyes glistening with desperation. Your hands slowly reached for his sculpted abs before going for his waistband. All while staring at him, doe-eyed. He can't help but to let out a smug grin by how fuckable you look.
You pulled down his sweatpants, leaving his boxers on. You inhaled through his boxers, his laundry detergent and musky scent from working out making you even more horny.
"You dirty woman. You like my smell?" He groaned, tightening his grasp on your hair, making you whimper in response. "Yes, smells so good Ryo" You jerked him through the thin fabric, earning a guttural tone from him.
"Fuuuuckk, don't tease me now. Suck me like the good little slut you are" You obeyed, finally pulling his boxers down. His huge fat cock slapped your face smearing some precum, with a few kitten licks, you deep throated him. His head tilted back from the sudden pleasure.
You sucked his dick back and forth until drool escaped the corners of your mouth. Your right hand helping your mouth with what it can't reach, and your left hand on his thigh for support.
"Ahh I'm close, yes keep going. Just liiiike that" His moans became more frantic and now his two hands are grabbing your head. He thrusted into your throat making you gag. "Your mouth is taking me so so good, baby."
A few more, then loads of his cum came shooting on your tongue. You swallowed what all he has to offer and licked some that was dripping on his length.
"Open your mouth" You opened your mouth, confirming that you swallowed. "Good fucking girl" He said with a smirk before going in the tub.
He sat and pressed his back on the cold surface. You crawled to him and straddled his waist. His big muscular arms found your waist making you closer to him, your glistening boobs pressed against his chest.
He leaned in and kissed you. Hungrily. His tongue exploring your mouth like there's no tomorrow. You fought back and now both of your tongues are eagerly dancing with each other. He gave in and you sucked his tongue making him hum in response.
The heat between your legs is yearning to be tended. You rubbed against his cock. The two of you moaned. Your lips parting, string of saliva connecting it. "I need you, Ryo. Pleaseeee fuck me" You sobbed.
"Tell me how bad you want my cock in that pretty little pussy of yours" You whimpered at his teasing, but still replied "Need you soooo bad, baby. I've been thinking of you since I was studying— hahh imagining how you should be fucking me instead of reading those boring lessons. " You said panting, grinding faster on his dick.
"Then my baby deserves to be filled up since she asked so nicely hmm" He lifted you up and positioned his tip at your entrance.
After being aligned, you started to take him in. With just the tip, you're already a moaning mess. "Shiiit baby, relax. You're squeezing me too much, fuckk ahh" You grabbed on his shoulders, your nails digging on his skin.
"Ohhh I swear you get bigger everytime we do it. F-fuckk!" He hummed while putting your wet hair out of your face.
His impatience was taking over. He planted his feet on the tub, and thrusted deep into your pussy until you felt his balls on your ass. You gasped and before saying anything, he crashed his lips into yours.
Your hips started to move and began bouncing on his dick. You're both moaning into each other's mouths. You quicken your pace making him pull out from the kiss, throwing his head back from how deliciously you're wrapping your clenched walls around him.
"Admit that you only stayed home so I can fuck you" He hissed, grabbing the plush of your hips guiding your movements. "Mhmm" You hummed, eyes closed and brows knotted.
Unsatisfied with your answer, he grabbed your throat and choked you just enough to make you gasp for air a little. "Nahh, use your words now baby. Tell me how you get so slutty for me." You opened your eyes, his already looking at you like he's gonna devour you any second now.
"Ahh y-yeahh, I only stayed home so you can fuck me. You just make me so horny, Ryo. I can't stop thinking about your cock." Yep. Your response made him even more hard and bigger, if that's even possible.
The water is splashing everywhere from the movements you're making in the tub. "Look at you, making such a mess" He released his hand on your throat, now grabbing your boobs which are begging for attention with the way they bounce while you do so on his dick.
He pinched both of your nipples, you pulled his hair. "I'll never get tired of this view, you look so beautiful being ruined like this, baby"
"It's your fault-ahhh!" He thrusted upwards. "I'm gonna cummm" You said, mouth open. Drool slipping. "Yeahh cum for me baby. Let me make you feel good"
His thrusts became faster and deeper, your pussy hugging every inch, every vein on his fat cock. You're basically a moaning mess now. Mumbling inaudible words by how good you're feeling.
He sucked your nipple and that was your last straw. That knot in your stomach untied and you came. Your legs shaking, eyes at the back of your head. A few more thrusts and he became undone as well.
His strokes became sloppy and his lips parted from your boob, groaning his orgasm away. "Fuuuckk yeah, just like that. So fucking good" His hands, now caressing your back. You rested your head on his shoulder.
You're both out of breath.
You leaned in for a kiss and he gave in. "I'm gonna be honest with you, I've been dreaming of bending you over on your kitchen isle but your lil sisters are always around." He confessed, breaking the kiss. "Buttt, now that they're gone, wanna do it? Later, if you're not too tired. Hmm?
You chuckled at his words and nodded, pressing your forehead on his and you both smiled.
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This is my first fic ever, pls be nice. I've been daydreaming about this and I wanted to get it out of my head lmao.
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You did promise yourself that it will never happen again. That it'll be a one-time thing.
But just a week after your first encounter, you found yourself in front of the club, yet again. You craved him and gave in.
The both of you couldn't even wait to go to the nearest hotel. He's got you wrapped around him, bouncing on his dick in his car. The people passing by probably have all the idea what happened inside by how the car seems to have its very own earthquake.
"Ahh shit— you're so fucking wet" you go slowly, lowering yourself on his length. Your pussy engulf around his thick girth, making the both of you let out a gasp. You clawed on his shoulders for support. Your mini skirt rides up to your waist, your wet cunt in full display as you take him in.
Toji watches in amusement "Look at thaaat, fuhckk. you're swallowing me so good, baby" you whimper on top of him.
Once you're settled, you start to bounce on his cock. "Mnghhh— fuck" you tilt your head back from pleasure, then he sucks on your exposed neck. Your breath hitches at the added pleasure. Toji's grip on your hips will surely leave marks. He forces you to go faster, your boobs bouncing as a result.
"Tojiii ahhh yess" you moan, meeting his lips. Your tongues collide as his cock deliciously glides in and out of your pussy. His tip hits your spot every time your ass meets his balls as you bounce down. "Ohhh I'm gonna—" You're about to cum but he stopped you. You whined.
He snickers at you, "Impatient much? Go to the back. All fours for me" he points to the seat at the back. You unstraddle him and obliged. You removed the remaining clothing you had on and scooted over to the back seat. He slapped your ass as you bent over. Toji adjusted the seats first for more comfort.
"Urghh the fuck's taking so long" you grumble, growing more impatient and needy.
"you better keep that attitude up when I fuck you like—" he aligns his tip to your entrance "this" he slams his his hips hard, his cock burying deeeeep inside you
"F-fuckkk!" you cry out. He continues to thrust hard and fast. You hold onto the seat's back for support. "S-slow d—ahh! downnn"
"Nahh. take it, baby" he leans over to you, his chest on your back. your pussy squelches as your slick pools around his cock. "Ya hear that? your pussy's telling otherwise. Mnghhh gotta— fuck! give her what she wants" he groans, while catching his breath.
You mewl and cry out beneath him, completely fucked out. Then, to drive you more crazy, he moves his hand between your legs and plays with your clit. his rough and calloused thumb presses and circles on your sensitive nub, all perked up. "I'm gonna ohhh—Toji tojiii"
"Mhmm go on, doll" he presses his thumb even harder as he draws lazy circles around it, the friction being more prominent to your senses.
After one, two hard slams of his hips on your ass, your pussy clenched tiiiight around his dick, making him throb "Ngghh— let's cum together" your head eagerly nodded, desperate to reach your orgasm.
The car moves violently in every thrusts he gives you, sweat on your bodies, the windows forming mists from the humidity inside the car. "Fuck—mnghhh keep going"
"Ahhhhh" the both of you came at the same time. Your moans filling the cramped space. He gives you a few more strokes, then pulls out. He kisses your shoulder from behind.
"You good, baby?" you just hum in response.
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Now, it's been three weeks since that happened. Three weeks of keeping your secret little routine.
You go to the club every saturday night, to "unwind". Throw him some money, and then deliberately get your brains fucked by the end of his shift. Still doing it outside the club's premises, 'cus apparently, Toji "doesn't fuck customers".
Although, this saturday night breaks the streak. You're on your period. And you're feeling things more deeply. Fully tucked in bed, as you stare at the ceiling, you think about him.
This time, not about the sex. There's no denying it though, sex with him is the absolute best. He fucks like he's built for it. He knows every sweet spot you have by now. Toji will never fail to exceed your expectations and needs. He's got you wrapped around his finger. he certainly has become your little addiction, that's for sure.
After destroying you, Toji becomes the sweetest human ever. He'd never end it without aftercare.
"Was I too rough?"
"You okay?"
"You did such a good job tonight"
Toji would kiss you after. Every. damn. time. your forehead, shoulder, cheeks any part of you. Apart from that, you crave the deep talks you two would have. He'd play with your hair, your head on his chest, arm hugging around him, feeling his warmth.
After being with your ex, you forgot how nice it is to be pampered after sex. When you were with him, you felt more like a sex doll rather than a person. He wouldn't even let you finish most of the time.
Toji would always leave before you even wake up though. Which you think is good 'cus you probably won't know how to act, actually waking up next to him. You shake away your sentimental thoughts, completely reminded of what the situation you two are engaged with. At this point, you're just fuck buddies. Nothing more, nothing less.
You were about to drift off to sleep, then your phone dings a notification, forgetting to put it on silent mode.
toji : hey, didn't see u tonight. something up?
you: on my period
toji : ah I see, too bad. see u next week ;)
you raised an eyebrow at his response. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you huffed in complete annoyance. You blocked toji, turned your phone off and slept away your now ruined mood.
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You're in your office, balancing the financial statements of the company. Then your boss knocks on your door and calls out your name. "Come in" you say, looking up from your monitor.
"Hey, this is the new sales director I've been telling you about. I'd like you to show him around the office, please. And thank you. I'll leave him to you now" Before you can even say anything, your boss closes the door behind him.
You stood up from your chair and gestured to the man to sit on the chair in front of your table. He politely bows and walks up to you. You introduced yourself to the man and held your hand up for a shake.
"It's nice to finally meet you, we've been having a hard time looking for a sales director, thank you for accepting the company's offer"
"Ryomen Sukuna, the pleasure is mine." his deep voice sends shivers down your spine.
"Please do sit, I'll just finish this and then I'll show you around" you smile at him.
"Please take all the time you need," he responded, completely calm and collected. You typed away on your keyboard. At last, after a good 5 minutes, you're finally finished.
"Shall we go, then?" You stood up and straightened your pencil skirt. Sukuna followed your movements and walked behind you, feeling him completely tower over you. You go to your neighboring office first, your best friend, yuki's office.
"And here's the other accountant's office" You knock on the door first. "Hey Yuki, this is our new sales director. Mr. Ryomen Sukuna" you introduce them to each other.
After a few chatter, you were about to leave her den, but she pulled you and whispered to your ear— "He's your type" she says, teasing you with a smirk plastered on her face. You just nudged her in response.
After that, you gave Sukuna a tour of the whole building and explained how things run. Finally, you show him his own office. Your feet are absolutely killing you by all the walking.
"Are you okay? It looks like your feet are giving you a hard time" he says, concerned.
"Oh yeah yeah. It's kinda my fault for wearing these heels anyway. Don't mind me" you laugh awkwardly. He then checks his watch
"It's lunch time, we should eat. I'll treat you to the cafeteria outside as a thank you for putting up with me"
"Thank you, but I'm all right. I've still got reports to finish. Yuki and I are having a crisis right now keeping track of the financial records. I'll eat once I'm done"
"C'mon, go easy on yourself. I saw someone pick Yuki up earlier. You should also give it a little rest." you hesitate, but agree in the end.
"So basically, it was yuki's idea that we take accountancy—" As you're about to take a bite of your food, the loud ringing of your phone shakes up the tranquil ambience of the cafeteria. "Sorry, I'm just gonna take this" You excuse yourself to the man in front of you. You walked to the balcony of the place and answered your phone.
"Hi, this is—"
"Why'd 'ya block me?"
"Who's this?" you hear the other person on the line inhale and exhale deeply.
"Damn, you already forgot about me, doll?"
"Toji??"
"Thas' right" you swallowed a formed lump in your throat.
"Can I call you later? I'm in the middle of a business lunch"
"Hmm later when exactly, baby? I've been missing you. It's been a while since you came to see me"
you scoffed at him. (and by a while, he meant a month) "Hey, what's that about?"
"I owe you completely nothing of showing myself to you"
"Why not? you don't miss me?" you can already tell he's displaying that smug smirk on his gorgeous face.
"Don't fucking act like you own me now, after being such a dick"
you hang up the phone, and turned it to silent mode. You quelled your anger and walked towards your table, greeted by Sukuna, already smiling at you.
"Apologies about that, where were we again?"
"You were telling me how Yuki and yourself ended up as accountants" he chuckles, as he sips on his drink.
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After the fulfilling lunch, you're now back again in your office. Sukuna settled in his office as well. Poor him, he's already got paperworks piled up.
You check the time on your monitor, 4:50. You stretch out your arms, "Go home timeee" you pack your things up and head home after bidding farewell to your co-workers.
Upon driving, you see a familiar car parked in front of your house. "What the hell is he doing here?" you continue to drive, then park in your garage. Once you got out of your car, the other car's door in front of your house swings open, revealing none other than—
"Toji, what are you doing here?" your voice sounds aggravated.
"I just wanted to check in on you, how've 'ya been?" he says, taking steps to get closer to you.
You were about to turn your heel and walk away from him, but he grabs your arm, making you halt your movements. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be a jerk. I thought hard about why you're mad at me, and I saw how bad I put my words at my message"
You turn and finally face him, "Come on, toji. We both know we were just fucking around. It's not that serious. I kinda overreacted too. It's okay, really"
"Then why haven't you been coming?"
"Cus I've been busy" toji analyzes your face, taking in the stoic expression you're trying so hard to keep on. he clenched his jaw, then clicks his tongue
"You don't wanna see me anymore?" a silent hope gleaming in his eyes.
"No." You muster up all your strength to lie in his face. He finally lets go of your arm.
"Hmm 'kay then" he lowers his head the turns away, going to his car. "Take care" toji waves his hand and without looking back at you, he hops inside his car and drives away.
𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚?
𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙
new character entered the scene👀
decided to make Yuki the best friend cus I don't wanna use the term "best friend" anymore lmao, it seemed unnatural 😭 it took me quite long to follow up, I kept on changing the story line. My bad, my bad
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