𝑺𝑼𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑼 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫𝑵’𝑻 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑷 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝒀/𝑵 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑩𝑶𝑹. From the moment he laid eyes on her, he became infatuated. Y/N was breathtaking. Her curves were beyond full with a thick waist that Suguru dreamt of wrapping his arms around. Her complexion was the perfect shade of brown. Deep and rich, he would describe. Every time Suguru saw Y/N, she would part her mocha lips to flash that pretty smile, causing him to melt. Did he have a crush? No. It was more than that.

He was obsessed.

Somehow, Suguru gained the courage to introduce himself to Y/N. He noted how sweet she sounded. How her mango vanilla scent acted as an elixir that probably could've put him to sleep. He also admired how kind she was. Typically, people would be frightened of Suguru due to his piercings and tattoos, but upon meeting, she complimented him on those qualities. He never expected to become flushed from a compliment such as that. However, it was coming from Y/N, after all.

Although he was too nervous about making a move on Y/N, that didn't stop him from talking to her every chance he got. He studied her schedule. When she checks her mail. Take out the trash. When she would leave for work and return. Her personal outings with her friends. Any movement she would make outside her apartment so he could talk to her—he would observe.

But luck would sometimes be on his side, where he didn't have to pay attention to her schedule.

Y/N was a friendly neighbor. Suguru found out through small conversations that she had a tendency to overcook. When those times would happen, she would come knocking on his door to offer a plate of food. Suguru felt honored to have the opportunity to taste her amazing cooking. But if he was being honest—he was looking forward to seeing Y/N in house clothes.

She would wear tight boy shorts that had her cheeks hanging out. He felt like such a fucking pervert taking a quick glimpse at how puffy her pussy was, always sitting perfectly in those shorts. That white tank top that hugged her chest, tits so full, sagging perfectly with her nipples peeking through. Gosh, he wanted to fuck Y/N so badly. He would take good care of her if she allowed him. Unfortunately, for now, he was forced to hear the sounds of her moans through their thin walls.

Suguru became more jealous every time Y/N had a guest in her apartment. He would hear her sweet giggles that should only be reserved for him. He'd suspect whoever she had over was sharing a bottle of wine. She loves wine. Suguru remembers her saying that. And upon finishing the bottle, they would make their way to her bedroom.

He could hear the sounds of shuffling off their clothes while lip-smacking. Her being placed on the bed, suspecting that she was getting her pussy eaten. Suguru didn't give a fuck about the guy, but he was sure to pay attention because his words were helping him paint a vivid image of Y/N in his mind. Saying how wet and tight she was. Suguru could've guessed this himself from the loud, obnoxious sounds of her pussy being played with echoing throughout the room.

Her soft whimpers expressing how good it feels and that she wants more. Fuck, she's so needy, he thought. At that point, Suguru would already be palming his erection through his sweats. It's not like he could sleep. Might as well, right?

The mysterious man would finally give Y/N what she wanted. Suguru would press his ear against the wall to hear that heavenly gasp that aired through Y/N's mouth upon the initial penetration. He would listen to her pussy, queefing every inch that passed through her walls. And he guessed that sudden shriek was from her cunt being pounded into.

She was being fucked. Sometimes the curse words would coil in her throat, and some managed to slip past her lips. Y/N became vocal. She always was. Suguru remembered this much. She would moan the given guy's name telling him to go deeper. "Right there. Yes, fuck me right there. Please." Fuck, why did she sound like that? So damn pretty. Dulcet, to be exact. At this point, Suguru didn't give a fuck. Keeping his cock in his pants would only further the ache.

He pulled out his needy friend to be met with a crimson tip leaking precum. He'd eagerly rummage through his nightstand drawer, grabbing the lubrication to spread down his length. Suguru closed his eyes to only focus on Y/N.

His strokes were tender at first, matching the moans that he remembered from her. Blood rushed to his ears and cheeks the quicker he fisted his cock. Not only was Y/N vocal, but also her pussy. The wetness was clear. Suguru was glad for the thinness of these apartment walls, simply for aiding him in his perverted pleasures of listening to Y/N. He was happy for her getting the fuck she deserved. However, Suguru was envious.

It was supposed to be him.

He was supposed to be making Y/N feel good. He wanted to hear how sweet she sounded, moaning his name. See how she creams all over his cock, cum all over his cock. Suguru wanted to run his tongue through her fat pussylips to drink her juices. The guy didn't even take his time to appreciate eating her out. Suguru knew he would always make Y/N cum while giving her head before moving on to penetration.

Suguru imagined sucking on her clit, circling his fingers in and out of her cunt. Spreading Y/N's puffy pussylips to relish all her natural flavors. And after she came, he would fuck her into oblivion. He'd watch how her tits bounced with every thrust he made. Watch how she would swallow him. He knew Y/N would take him well. Suguru felt like a fucking satyromaniac. He was never like this. If he wanted pussy, he had several women in his contacts that he could choose. But he wanted Y/N.

He pumped himself faster, nearly ripping the skin off his cock. Those soft groans of her name remained on his lips. He'd beg, pleading, to fuck Y/N. To have her pretty lips wrapped around his cock to suck him off. Deepthroating him. Sucking his balls. Looking at him through her lashes with those big brown eyes while doing so.

Fuck, he was so close. Suguru's head lolled back as he let out breathy moans. He gripped his cock tighter, swirling his hands around his length. The sound of lubricant being spread resonated in his room. Suguru's chest heaved quicker, the heavier his balls grew. His cock throbbed with the thought of Y/N in mind. She was the cause of Suguru playing with himself almost every night. When will she come help him?

"Shit, Y/N," came out as a whisper filled with despair. He further pulled his skin down to hold it in place while his other hand vigorously massaged the tip. His hips jerked into his hands reflexively as the cum began rushing through his shaft. He went faster. Suguru clutched his cock with all the strength he had. The curse words sinfully slipped past his lips, now turned into cries of Y/N's name.

“Y/N—Y/N—Y/N. "He didn't even realize how loud he became. "Oh, fuck, Y/N. I need you."

He pumps.

"I want to taste you."

He quickened his pace.

"I want to fuck you. To cum inside of you."

He's there.

"Oh, God… Y/N, f-fuck."

And after a few more strokes, he lost his composure. An eruption of his cum sprayed all over his hand. Some even got his sheets. His walls. He was a cumming mess for Y/N. He grew sensitive, hips stuttering from squeezing out every drop of his seed. Such a waste, he thought. This could've been in Y/N's mouth—or pussy.

This has probably been the most he came from masturbating. Suguru craved nothing more than to be inside of Y/N. He knew he could make her feel better than anyone she had or would have sex with. But for now, all he could do was continue to hand fuck his cock while listening to her sweet moans and his perverted imagination.

Suguru barely recovered from his orgasm before he heard a knock at his door. He cursed under his breath from the sudden intrusion. Who could it be this time of night? He quickly tucked his semi-hard cock in his sweats, going to the bathroom to wash up. The person only knocked once, so he figured they had left, but he went to check anyway. And when he looked through the peephole, he felt his heart drop to his stomach.

He was hesitant to open the door. However, this was bound to happen with these paper-thin walls.

"Hi, Suguru…"

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. ♡

Who would have thought one’s life would be this way?

You remember the days, desk surrounded by coffee and energy drinks, books as thick as statues as you studied for your next exam in Legal Methods. Hair matted for days, not even knowing when your next shower is. Struggles while at Law school, to take the bar exam, every single decision has led you to this very moment in your life. 

You stood amid the officer, staring at you as if their looks will put you six feet into the ground, “If that is all, you have absolutely nothing to hold my client. Release him immediately.”

Blonde hair and brown eyes stare at you, as the officer in front of him glanced between the two of you. The man sighed, pulling his ring of keys. The detective standing not too far from you turned to glare at him, but he had already moved to take the cuffs of your client. Kento rose up, his figure towering above rest as he rolled down his sleeves, buttoning his cufflinks. Taking a deep breath, you moved out of the way, allowing Kento to leave first before following him. You walked towards the receptionist's desk, grabbing the release papers for him. He didn't say anything as he waited, leaning right near you as you filled out the papers. The smell of off-stale coffee and donuts soon permeated your senses as some stood right next to you. 

“How does it feel to represent someone who has killed people,” you felt someone whisper in your ear. 

You glanced to your left, the detective that was standing too far from you back in the interrogation room. She glared at you, hard as you finished signing the final line. Handing the papers to the detective herself, you gave her a smile, a cold one. 

“You forget the word allegedly, and on the 1000-thread silk sheets with the money, he pays me,” you whisper back to her, before looking over at Kento. 

With that single look, Kento stood up and followed right behind you. He pushed slightly in front of you, opening the door for you, allowing you to walk into the cold night. There stood a car, with a tall standing man right near the back entrances. Once Kento got close, he bowed before opening the door and gesturing towards it. You glanced towards Kento, who stood right behind you, taking your briefcase from your hands. A normal routine was what ran through your mind as you climbed into the low-rise small limo. You got comfortable as Kento took the seat in front of you. The man closed the door, before running around towards the front. The moment the door shut, you relaxed into your seat, sighing as you fell back into the comforting leather. You reached over, grabbing a rose champagne bottle, which was pineapple flavored along. Along with the drink, you grabbed a clean glass.

“Kento, you are probably my favorite client but please, never again get arrested like that again,” you grumbled, pouring out the drink, and filling it to the brim.

The car began to move at the same time he chuckled, the low rumble matching the roar of the car.

“Probably? You act as if it was my intention to get arrested like that,” he says, rubbing his fingers against his temples. 

“But still Kento,” you said, “if you’re gonna make big moves, let me know. If I have to jump out of my hot jacuzzi bath because you got taken down to the big house, I would like it to be known.”

He grabbed a glass from his side of the car, holding it out towards you. Leaning forward, you poured out teh rose for him. As you pour, glancing towards his eyes, seeing them linger along your chest, before looking away. 

“Thought you were more of a red person?” You asked, leaning back and taking another sip of your drink. 

“In the mood for just about anything right now. I feel sloppy, tired even. I haven’t been on top of things, that’s probably how they even arrested me.”

Shuffling in your seat, you stared at the man, as he swirled the rosé within the glass. His hair was ruffled, his eyes heavy with bags, and his eyes strained with red. He took a sip of the alcohol, taking a long one before pulling it away from his lips. A bit of it dripped down his lips, his tongue flicking, licking up the rest of his lips as well. Taking a deep breath, you looked away, taking another sip of your drink as well. 

“Well then, you’re lucky I’m very good at my job then,” you smirked, causing him to glance at you, “fuck up all you need to get your head back in the game Kento, I’ll make sure the law doesn't bother you.”

You glanced at the text once more. 

Come by Venus in an hour. Dress up a bit. Leave the pantsuits at home.

You could almost scoff at that last sentence in his sentence. This wasn't the first time you were invited to Kento’s clubs, one of his many places of income. Venus was one of his new places, which opened up a year ago. There were many times your own friends had invited you out to the exclusive nightclub. They knew of your relationship with the owner and hoped you would be able to get them in. You had only gone there for meetings with him concerning the legalities of his endeavors, but the way he texted you, he wanted you to come over for something more informal. It's been over ten minutes, and he’s probably seen that you’ve read his text. Walking around your penthouse, you glanced around at everything, massaging your temples. Heart pounding, you look around your place one more time. Glancing back down at your phone, you let out a sigh, before typing out a response. 

Fine. Don’t make me regret it. Kento

With that, you moved with purpose, going up the stairs to your room. With you already freshly showered, it wasn't a matter until you found something to wear. It was an impulsive decision, a red latex dress with a side split, showing off some cleavage. You pushed back your faux locs behind your ears and shoulders, showing off the amount of skin you were showing. Grabbing a red coat, draping it over your shoulders as well. You picked up a simple pearl layered necklace, with its matching earrings and bracelet, you are set. Grabbing your things and stuffing them within a red latex bag that matched the outfit, you head out. Before you left, you grabbed a pair of sunglasses, holding them right in your hands as you walked down the steps of your high-rise luxury place. 

The club was packed, lines stretching down the way. The moment you pulled up, a person came and opened your door, immediately prompting you to turn off your car. One of the valet people helped you out of your car, their gloved hand matching your own. You handed the keys to another person who handed you a ticket. As soon as you took another step, a man dressed in an all-black suit appeared right beside you. 

“Mr. Nanami is expecting you inside, ma’am,” he guided you towards the door with his hands. 

Saying no words, you nodded, the man escorting you inside as well. The interior was glowing a deep red color, an irony considering your chosen outfit for tonight. Money was everywhere, within every step you took. Velvet couches surrounded poles, dancers for parties twisting and folding themselves along the poles. The air smelled rich, expensive alcohol being seen at every turn, carried by different bottle girls. 

Taking a breath, you followed the club bouncer through the crowds, eyes not leaving all the different exotic dancers. He led towards the twisting stairs, cut off from the rest of the world by two other bouncers in matching uniforms to the one leading you and velvet rope. The man whispered to his coworkers, who glanced at you and at their tablets before nodding. The man to the right reached for the velvet robe hook, unhooking it and gesturing for you to go up the stairs. The man continued to lead you up the stairs. As you reached the top of the stairs, past the guards that were posted there as well, you found the area calmer, and more serene yet it was even more intoxicating than the ambiance on the lower floor. 

You swayed through the crowd, eyes drifting to those all around you. As you passed by a couch, you caught eyes with a certain blue, peeking from tinted glasses. Beside him, his usual companion, two peas in a pod people would call them. Kento would call them acquaintances, while they would call him “his closest friends.” Before the man could lay eyes upon you, you looked away and continued on your journey to the man who invited you to this very place. 

As you walked further and further into the crowd, the lights dimmed darker and darker, until you couldn't see barely two feet in front of you. There were not as many people around anymore, and it seemed they were standing around something. The bouncer sifted through the crowds, the people parting their way to let you two through. He soon approached a door, locked behind an ID scanner. The bouncer who led you here pulled his own out, pressing it against the small machine. The door unlocked, revealing a short hallway leading into some kind of private living room. Ahead was a couch, surrounded by a few people as well. And in the midst of them, was the man himself, Kento Nanami. He wore a white shirt, ruffled with its first few buttons unbuttoned. He was mostly alone on the couch, with two of his associates he often does business with. He was talking slowly amongst himself, taking sips from his crystal glass.

The bouncer soon stopped right in front of the couch, nodding to Kento before gesturing toward you. The moment his eyes landed upon you, he rose up from his lean position, eyes locking with you. The bouncer nodded one more time at his boss, before walking away, disappearing back into the real world. The blond man stared at you for a few more moments, before smirking right at you. The two people he was talking to also looked at you, but your focus was right on Kento. You took a couple of steps towards him, walking around the small table the men had amongst themselves. Kento closed his legs up, making even more room for you as you sat down right beside him. 

Kento glanced at his two associates, who looked amongst themselves before getting up at the same time. At the same time, the people who were also doing business within the room got up, without a word filed out of the room. They gave a slight head nod towards Kento before waving off into the crowd, probably up to the lower floor to chat up some poor girls. It was just the two of you for a moment before a girl came up with a tray. She placed down a tall wine glass, along with a bottle of wine, rosé to be more specific. It was your favorite bottle too, one of the more expensive bottles. One that you usually get when you’ve had huge wins. The girl nodded toward Kento, before holding the tray close to her body and walking off. The moment she was gone, it was just the two of you, as if the people around you dissipated. 

Kento grabbed the bottle of wine, twisting the top off of it with ease. You heard a pop, with slight steam flowing out of the bottle. He poured it out, filling it ⅔ of the way before placing the bottle down, taking the wine glass in his hands, and handing it over to you. You thanked him quietly, before taking a sip of the wine. As you sipped, Kento grabbed the bottle of whiskey on the table, refilling his own glass. Keeping your eyes on him as he finished poring, placing the bottle down, and taking another sip of his hard drink. You took another sip at the same time as he did, lowering your glass and looking over at him. 

“Why am I here, Kento?”

The man sighed, leaning back into his side of the couch, “I just wanted to have a celebration with you, a more private one.”

You said nothing, continuing to look at him with a knowing look. The man smirked, letting out an almost silent chuckle. 

“It’s been five years to the date since I officially asked you to be my lawyer.”

You blinked, sitting up a bit in your seat. Pulling out your phone from your purse, you glanced at the date under the time. May 14th. He was right, the anniversary of him officially asking to be your client. At the time, you were an overworked and underpaid lawyer at a big-time law firm. Your bosses were putting major cases on you, you did all the evidence finding and the hotshot lawyers above you would take your findings and use them in court. Using your hard work and they took all the glory for it. Kento saw how they took advantage, his previous lawyer being one of his bosses in fact. He offered you a deal, a way out. With that, you built your own law firm, with his support being the main backbone. Kento Nanami was your first client, and the reason you are as successful as you are now. 

You looked over at him, giving him a soft smile, “why, yes it is. Can’t believe you remember that to date. I didn’t even remember”

He nodded, taking another sip of his drink, “I tend to remember things important to me. You were an overworked, unappreciated lawyer and I was someone who had fired their own lawyer.”

You rolled your eyes at that, “yeah “fired” and right after that, you had to face a jury on whether or not you torched the man to death, Kento.”

Scoffing, you took another sip of your drink, looking away from him. 

“Yeah, but you can’t lie, you liked the rush.” You glanced over at him the moment he said those words. 

You couldn’t deny that you thought to yourself as you smirked. Taking another sip of your wine, looking at Kento as he placed his glass down. The two of you looked at each other for a moment, unresisting in the way your eyes glanced over his huge form once more. You couldn't lie to yourself, Kento Nanami was a desperately handsome man. 

“The rush is definitely a nice perk to the job but that check you paid me after was extra nice,” you winked at him, heart pounding away in your chest. 

The more sweet wine you took, the more your inner inhibitions cracked. You could feel the blood rush through your veins, feeling hotter and constricted within this dark area. You knew there were people around you, but the room was so dark that you couldn’t even see anyone around the two of you. Finishing the glass, you held out your hand with it, expecting more which he fulfilled with ease. He lifted his own glass in his hand, before tipping it towards you, clinking them together. 

“To a longer partnership,” he cheered, and you smiled a bit, cheering with him. 

“A long partnership.”

The both of you took a long sip, sighing before placing your glasses down on the table before you. You looked around in the low-lit room, the golden spotlights glowing against the golden-themed room. Feeling slightly cold hands rest upon your chin, you found yourself behind turned to face right back at Kento. Glancing down at his fingers before looking back at the man, narrowing your eyes at him. 

“What’s your game here, Kento?” Your voice lowered when you spoke his name. 

He shook his head slightly, “no games here for me, just appreciating what’s in front of me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “In front of you, you say?”

“you ask me to come to your nightclub, an exclusive nightclub at that. You ‘say’ you just want to celebrate our partnership, but I’m not an idiot, Kento Nanami. You know this.”

As you spoke, you leaned closer, your large red coat falling off your body as you did, revealing the straps of your glossy red dress. His eyes dropped down to your cleavage, revealed by the low dive of the neckline. Easily, you maneuvered the rest of your coat off your body, the huge fabric falling onto the couch. Reaching up, you placed your thumb right on his lips, and the feeling of his soft lips electrified you.

“Well,” he said with a softness you’ve never heard from him, “what exactly do you want me to say?”

Right after he said that his hand came up around your bottom, stroking it against the smooth latex. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him but the smile was still present on your face. His hand soon moved down to your neck, slowly wiping away the little bit of sweat that was dripping down your neck. The tension that had always built between the two of you was reaching an all-time high as your own hands found their way to his collar, fumbling with the ruffled collar. 

His large hands found their way around your hips, lifting you up with ease before placing you right on his lap. With no more words that could be said, you rested your hands against his chest before he captured your lips into a hot heavy kiss. The force stumbled you back for a moment but you kissed back immediately, gripping at his pure white shirt. You could feel his hands slide to your hips before scooping up around your bottom, grabbing at the rubber-like material on your body. 

You could feel yourself grind against him, desperate for some kind of feeling. Hands gripping his shirt, they fumbled against the crisp fabric, trying their best to unbutton the dress shirt. His own hands come up to your zipper, quickly unzipping it, a cool air breeze against your open back. Frustrated, you took the top of his shirt, before ripping it, buttons flying all over the place. Feeling him smirk, hands shifting underneath your dress, grabbing at bare skin and the matching red lace panties you wore underneath the dress. His hands guided you, lifting and resting your hips against him. He commanded your every movement, your pussy dripping against him as he did so. Placing your hands on him, hands resting on top of muscular pecs. The sudden cool air you felt dissipated, heat rising between the two of you. 

Letting go of the kiss, you braced your arms around him as his hands moved up from your ass. He grabbed at the rest of the dress, slowly peeling it off your body and revealing your breasts to him, no bra. The dress began to pool around your hips as he lifted you up into the air. Immediately, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you towards another room, one with a bed in it. Barely paying attention to what's around you, he basically dropped you onto the soft bed, before climbing right on top of you. With a quick motion, he removed the rest of the dress off you, leaving you in nothing but your thin lace panties. He tore off the scarps of a shirt before slowly unbuttoning his pants, and sitting right on top of you. Kento grabbed the back of your left leg, slowly pushing back as he sunk further and further down toward you.

Once he was close enough, he captured you into a heavy kiss, his free hand coming to your titty, giving it a quick squeeze. You gasped into the kiss as he did so, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer. He soon let go of the kiss, giving you a quick and light kiss all down your neck before dipping into the valley between your breasts. Once he reached one, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, eyes closing as he sucked away at it. His other hand rested on your other titty, massaging within his heavy hand. Back arching, clenching around nothing as you hissed in pleasure. He hummed against your warm skin, tongue swirling around the sensitive tit. Slowing down his massages, he wrapped his thick fingers around your free nipple, slowly pressing down and adding pressure. 

Moaning, you couldn't help but say, “I always knew you had a thing for them.”

Inhaling sharply at the sudden pinch of pain that shot through you, you narrowed your eyes at Kento who smirked as much as he could against you before lifting his head up. His lips wet with drool, he immediately switched between the two, sucking away as well. You were soaked, pussy dripping away within your panties as he did this. Soon he let go before immediately moving down, resting his hands around your hips, and maneuvering his fingers underneath the lingerie. He pulled them off your body, throwing them onto the floor. His eyes stared right up at you as he lowered his head, before glazing down and focusing on what he was doing. 

“Oh fuck—” your loud voice cut through, and your head was thrown back as you felt his lips wrap around your clit, sucking away harshly at it as well. 

You could feel his fingers rubbing circles into your inner thighs licking and sucking away at your pussy. Feeling his thumb, parting your inner labia before placing his lips right back on your sopping cunt. Your body squirmed, yet his firm hold on your thigh could only get you so far. He was a madman, sinking two of his fingers within you as he continued to eat away at you. Kento brought you to depths you had yet to understand yet, and the highlight of the night wasn’t even here. 

“So wet,” he mumbled against you, leaving wet kisses against you. 

You cried, curling into him as he continuously devoured within you, sinking another finger into you “want more, please, please, fuckfuck, gimme more! Fuck!—!” 

You screeched, back arching towards the sky as you came unexpectedly, clenched tightly around his now three fingers still moving deep within you. Your hands suddenly weaved themselves within his blond hair, pulling harshly as your arousal dripped all over him. Your sudden orgasm deterred nothing from him, Kento still lapping away at and within you as if you didn’t reach your peak of the night. Your body began trembling unconsciously, your clit feeling the effects of overstimulation. 

“Oh wait, fuck fuck fuck too much! Oh my GOD!”

Still, he didn’t stop, his ministrations leading you to another, much shorter orgasm for the night. Breathing heavily as you felt him slowly remove himself from you. Arms stretched across your face as you caught your breath, peeking from behind as you caught a glance of him slowly removing his boxers. Once he tossed his boxers to the ground, he reached out towards you, screeching as he grabbed at your hips before pulling down towards him a bit. He wrapped your legs around his own waist again, lifting right up off the bed. Cursing, you immediately hold onto him across his neck, so you don’t fall. About to speak, before feeling sudden pressure right against your cunt. Slowly, he lowered you down, his thickness stretching you out in different ways. 

“Kento, oh, oh my fucking god!”

His loud heavy grunts and groans resonated through the room, vibrating especially in your ear. Your grip on his was tight as he lifted you up and down his cock. 

“Fuck— don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this,” he groaned in your ear. 

Gasping, you moved your face to look at him as he spoke to you. 

“My pretty little lawyer, all fucked out, look at you,” his tone had a twinge of condescension. 

“You’ve been so good to me these past five years,—fuck— “

His words had you clenching around, unable to say anything as his thrust got quicker and quicker, hitting deeper and deeper inside you. His lips soon began pressing harsh kisses on your neck, feeling his hot breath blow against your sensitive skin. 

“Taking me so fucking well,” he mumbled again, his tongue lapping up the sweat dripping down. 

“Kento,” you moaned, “oh my god, ohmygod ohmygod,” was all you could say as you convulsed within his hold, feeling his mushroom tip kiss up against your cervix. 

“Hmm, you gonna come for me, you gonna come all over me?” His own thrusts were erratic, his short hair falling over his forehead. 

Throwing your head back as your body let off a violent tremble, “yesyesyesYES!”

With that final shout, your orgasm came crashing down, spilling all over him. Your shaky movements didn’t stop Kento, his thrusts still as heavy as your cum dripping down your thighs. His actions consumed you all over again, before letting out a heavy groan, slamming into you for the final. Gasping, feeling the way he filled you up, his grip on your thighs having the possibility of leaving deep-dark bruises all over. 

“Fuc…” gasping, your head dropping onto his shoulder. 

You could feel him carrying you towards the bed, before slowly laying you across the comfortable sheets and blankets. Slowly regaining feeling within your limbs, you began to sit up as you felt the space beside you sink down. You pulled the blanket up to you, relishing in the soft feel as you saw a movement towards your right. Glancing over, you found a hand holding a glass with ice within it. Thanking him softly, you took the glass before taking a sip, the drink cooling your body down. It allowed you to move up, sitting up fully, bringing the comforter with you. 

“Feeling better?” His voice was slightly hoarse as he asked you

You nodded your head, not saying anything as you finished the glass, placing it on the nightside table. You could feel the comforter move right under you before feeling warm arms wrapped around, squealing before feeling pull you down into the bed. You couldn't help but giggle, squirming a bit as you felt his warm breath brush up against the hairs of your neck. 

“If only your men knew how much of a cuddle buddy you are,” you mumbled against him, feeling his arms wrapped around your waist and hips. 

You placed your own hands underneath your head, right on top of his chest. 

“Well then, looks like it's another secret for you to keep then.”

You laughed at that, before slowly closing your eyes, a heavy tired feeling falling over the two of you.

TWENTY-ONE-YEAR-OLD TOJI ZENIN SLUMPED DOWN INTO HIS SEAT IN THE BACK OF THE LECTURE HALL. Heavy bags under his eyes, headache clawing at the back of his skull, and running on 2 hours of sleep. When he plopped down in his seat, he flipped open his notebook to half-listen to the professor. The professor was boasting about the infamous wives of kings in different countries. He was late, very late. It was only his second semester at NYU as a business administration major, and he could already feel himself falling behind. He was sent overseas for school because his family thought it would help shape him for the family company back in Japan. Still, his last semester started with attending parties and social events (some on behalf of his family). Then on top of that, his younger cousin was also in town, so he was a major distraction. 

Within the stressful semesters and maintaining an image under a microscope from his family overseas, he met a gorgeous girl Y/N. The two had a pretty complicated relationship—they met at a party, and he hated to admit that he was falling for her. Toji adored seeing her on campus, and he damn sure loved staring at her during this elective women’s history course. On days when he wasn’t hungover, he would poke Y/N with his pen until she snapped at him to stop. But today, Toji slumped in his seat, doodling in his notebook.

“You should pay attention. This is going to be on the quiz this Friday,” Y/N whispers as she’s writing in her notebook.

“That’s what I have you for,” Toji says as he gives her some tired grin that causes her to roll her eyes.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the man because she hated that it was true. Toji and herself met at a party with him flirting with her the whole night. She ignored him, considering that she had heard so much about him from other women. Yet, it was Y/N’s luck that she entered this class and saw him sitting in the back of the class at the start of the semester.

She didn’t understand why he would be taking a course like this, but she wasn’t going to get him talking. After all, when Toji spoke about himself, he couldn’t stop. Perhaps, that’s why she liked him. He was a confident guy that knew what he wanted. Y/N didn’t expect the two to start an immature friends-with-benefits relationship. Even though, on some days, she’ll spot him flirting with other girls in exchange for accounting notes. He still manages to make her cheeks grow hot with his witty comments and captivating smile.

But the one thing the young woman hated was seeing him like this. His head was on the cold desk and his eyes closed, not paying attention. This education could have gone to someone who wanted to be here. Y/N’s teeth grazed upon her plump lip gloss-covered lips as she inched her chair closer to him. She lets her hand travel to Toji’s lap as she places her pen down. Her hands rubbed at his crotch until she could feel him squirming under her touch. His head still lying on the table with the hood to his NYU pull-over hoodie on turned towards her. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby,” He says as he tugs his chair further under the table.

“Oh, hush,” Y/N says as she unbuttoned his jeans quickly. Her curious eyes stared ahead at the clock, ten more minutes until the class ended. That’s enough time.

When Toji felt her hand in the comfort of his pants, his head shot up to lean back in his seat. His teeth grated at his lower lip as a slight hiss escaped his mouth. He tuned out the professor lecturing about the downfall of Marie Antoinette.

“I’m sure you can be quiet, huh?” Y/N questions as her hand glide up and down his thick shaft. Her thumb brushed against his thick pink tip that leaked with precum.

“Shit,” Toji uttered under his breath. His body was radiating so much heat at the moment, and it wasn’t coming from the layers of clothes he was wearing.

“Okay, I will be releasing you guys early. Please use the time to study for the quiz next quiz.”

Toji’s body seemed to go through shock when Y/N removed her hand from his pants. A cold chill goes down his spine as he’s quick to button his pants so no one can see. Toji quickly stuffed his belongings inside his bookbag to catch up with Y/N, who had already exited the class. He nearly knocked down some students trying to chase after her. With her brown skin glistening with each step she took through the halls and her head held up.

“Y/N, Wait up!” Toji’s jogging up to her, chest heaving up and down, and a look of determination on his face. His face flushed with color due to the teasing brief handjob she gave him. He grabs a hold of her forearm to put a halt to her walking.

“Toji, I have a class to get to,” Y/N huffs as she looks at him.

“And I said don’t start something you can’t finish,” He reminded.

“It was something to wake your lazy ass up,” Y/N says as she looks at him. She adjusted the tote bag on her shoulders. “Now, can I go to my class now?” She questioned.

“Well, I’m up now.” Toji would say before his hand was dragging her into one of the smaller classrooms.

“Toji.”

“Y/N.”

“We can’t do this here, what if someone walks in,” Y/N questions.

He stepped closer to her with such lust in his eyes. She’s mentally cursing herself for waking up such a beast, but she enjoyed teasing him. He tugged at her strings so much that Y/N wasn’t afraid to tug at his right back once in a while. With each step he took, she took one back until she hit the teacher’s desk in the middle of the lecture hall.

The two were close, with Toji’s curious green hues staring at her lips. His fingertips traced alongside her side and it sent a chill down her spine effortless. “No one is going to walk in. This class always is empty for an hour or so.”

“How would you know that?” Y/N questioned, her hands going up to toy with the strings on his hoodie. Her eyebrows knit together in curiosity. “Have you fucked other women in here because if you did-”

“You’re always assuming I’m fucking someone else,” Toji pointed out. He then lifts her up to place her on the desk which she didn’t argue against.

“Because when are you not fucking other women?” Y/N asked as she watched him toy with the ends of the skirt she wore.

Toji kissed his teeth as he took up the space between Y/N’s legs. “I’m not having sex with other women, Y/N. I only want you.” He would mumble his last couple of words on her skin while he was kissing her neck.

“Mhmm.” Y/N hummed as she craned her neck to the side giving Toji more access to her neck.

“You don’t believe me?” Toji questioned as he tore his lips away from her neck. His green-colored eyes stared into hers waiting for a response. If you asked Toji when he first moved here for university if he would be strung by some girl, he wouldn’t believe you. But here Toji was trying to defend his case that he’s actually been keeping his dick in his pants. Toji’s heart was growing a little warmer for Y/N.

Y/N looked up at him. Her curious eyes stared into his eyes to search for any clue for his foolishness. Toji was still young like any other guy on the campus. Which meant that he still wanted to fool around with other women. Yet, Toji was right here pleading his case. Toji’s fingers lingered a bit higher each second as they sat in silence in the small lecture hall. Y/N’s felt her body get so hot, feeling Toji’s callous fingers on the inside of her thighs. “Do you want me to prove it?” Toji questioned.

Y/N’s teeth caught into her lower lip, but the larger man did gain a nod from the woman. Toji’s muscular frame towered down as he reached up Y/N’s skirt to tug the lace panties she wore down. Her underwear dangled from her ankle as he would kneel down between her legs. His plush lips littered kisses on the inside of her thighs. Toji felt under an intense spell when he got a whiff of Y/N’s sweet scent. It was a scent of home, something he had no clue what was with his delusional family back in Japan. She had the scent of warmth and sweetness. He’d grown to love it so much when he started to spend more time with her.

“Toji..” Y/N let out a shaky breath while she was squirming under his touch. Which only led to Toji’s arms pinning her still. It was like pinning a paper doll together with small pins so it won't fall apart. “We’re going to get caught.”

“Not if you keep it down, now please relax. Let me prove it to you,” Toji’s words seem to become less clear to Y/N when she felt the flat of his tongue licking at her puffy lips.

Y/N inhaled nattily as she placed her hand on the wooden desk to hold herself up. Her eyes peered down at Toji who was under her skirt. The lewd sound of him collecting her wetness caused her to chew at her lower lip. She was afraid of letting out any noise. In fear that if they got caught her college years would be over and thrown in the trash. But when she felt Toji’s mouth latch onto her clit, a low yelp escaped her mouth. Y/N’s body fell back onto the wooden desk and her hands desperately tugged her skirt up further around her waist.

Toji’s grip on Y/N thighs only tightened with each second he spent lapping up her arousal like a thirsty lap dog. His nose nuzzled at Y/N’s soft skin as his tongue that lingered with her slick flicked at her clit. His right hand released from holding her thighs open so he could enjoy his meal. Toji’s fingertips traced alongside the inside of Y/N’s thighs. His subtle touch sent a tingle down Y/N’s spine as she grew impatient due to his teasing. Her lips soon gasped apart, feeling Toji’s finger rub at her lips, collecting her wetness with ease. His thumb brushed against his clit and he began to rub circular motions upon it.

Y/N let out a moan at his sudden action before she could feel him insert his index and middle finger into her wet cunt. Her hand went up to muffle her cries while Toji’s fingers gradually pumped through her. Y/N let out a string of moans before her hand grasped at Toji’s black strands of hair. Her groans of pleasure were like music to Toji’s ears. Like his dog, Taichi’s ears shot up in excitement when he was happy. Toji’s ears burn with so much heat, hearing her sweet moans.

He pulled forward to latch onto her clit while his fingers moved inside her. His tongue slurped up any wetness that leaked out of her cunt. He continued to push his fingers inside her with ease. The lewd sound of Y/N’s wetness coating his fingers caused Toji to grow even harder in his jeans. Curling his fingers slightly to attempt to hit that one spot that caused her toes to curl, Toji’s nose was nuzzling at the soft skin upon her pussy—her pubes tickling his nose, but he didn’t care.

“Toji…I’m going to cum.” Y/N moaned out as her back arched off the wooden desk.

When she felt his fingers pull out of her, she felt empty. She mentally wanted to yell at herself for letting him have such power over her. Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she watched him again stand on his feet. Her cunt was desperate to feel him inside her once again.

“Stand up and turn around,” Toji commanded.

The dominance that lingered off his tongue caused Y/N to stand up immediately. Before turning around, Toji tugged her in for a kiss. His tongue slides down her throat with so much aggression. When he pulled back suddenly, he said to her, “Wanted you to taste how amazing you taste to me.”

Y/N’s cheeks burnt with so much heat before she twirled around, urging him to fill her up again. Her hands were on the desk, waiting for Toji’s girth to stretch her out. She could feel his large hands gripping the flesh of her butt before he pushed her back down. Y/N could feel Toji’s plump tip brush against her entrance. A soft whine escaped her lips. “T, stop teasing.”

She knew Toji was smirking behind her before he pushed himself inside her. Her lips parted apart as she felt him stretch her fully. Despite the two having sex many times, each time, she still found herself gasping like an idiot at his size. Toji was eager to rock his hips forward to feel the addicting way her walls clenched around her. His fingertips rubbed random shapes on her waist, waiting for her to give him the go-to continue. “Relax, Y/N. I got you, baby girl,” Toji says.

Y/N relaxed under Toji’s touch before she began to back herself upon his waist. She could hear Toji chuckle before he cooed at her like some superior. “Look at you, getting a bit desperate.” He expresses.

Toji began to roll his hips upon her ass. The pornographic sound of their skin slapping against each other only boosted Toji’s ego even more. His thrusts grew more aggressive with each moan that escaped Y/N’s mouth. How his name rolled off her tongue caused his brain to go fuzzy. Or maybe it was the way her pussy clenched around him like a perfectly fitted glove. Either or was driving him insane at the moment. His large hands gripped at her ass as he lunged forward some more. “Fuck..” He uttered to himself.

Toji’s eyes looked down at Y/N. He realized how beautiful Y/N looked right now. Her fucked out expression was a stunning sight to see. Her lip gloss was smudged across her lips, tears spilling out her eyes, and gosh, those moans. They were beautiful to Toji.

Toji would prompt Y/N’s leg on the desk so he could thrust deeper inside her drooling cunt. His larger form hunched over hers as he’s rocking his hips forward in a rhythmic motion. Y/N’s hands flew back to push at Toji’s torso. Her cries echoed in the lecture hall while her briny tears stained her cheeks. “Toji…too much.” Y/N mewled.

Toji chews at his lower lip as he grabs Y/N’s hands to place upon her butt to spread herself wider for him. “It’s too much, but I can feel your pussy squeeze around me with each thrust, so what’s the truth, baby?” He cooed as his hips bucked forward to place kisses upon her cervix.

The only thing Y/N could let out was a string of moans of his name. Her drool decorated the wooden desk below her as he fucked her practically dumb. Which only led to the growing sensational pit forming at the bottom of her abdomen. When Toji glanced down, seeing how Y/N’s pussy swallowed him whole, he was close to telling the woman he was in love.

“Look at that; you’re taking it so well, baby girl.” He praised.

When Toji felt Y/N’s walls clutch around him, he knew he was close to tumbling down with her. His hips rocked into the soft flesh of Y/N’s ass. Toji let out a low groan as he could feel his balls grow heavy and tight. His fingernails dug into her waist as his thrusts grew slowly and sloppier. Toji’s larger frame hunched over as he could feel himself cum. His thick cum splattered upon Y/N’s walls while his mouth uttered an exhausted groan.

“T....” Y/N moaned as she could feel him slowly tug himself out of her. Her chest was rising, and embarrassment waved over her body. The young woman tried to process everything while her legs still felt like a fresh bowl of jello.

Toji had zipped his pants right up. His forearm went up to wipe the sweat that lingered on his forehead. He would lean down, pulling Y/N’s underwear back on her. A cocky smirk displayed on his face as he got a glimpse of his cum dripping out of her addicting cunt.

“You’re so annoying,” Y/N uttered as she turned to face him.

With a cheeky grin on his face, Toji tugged her skirt down. “You love it, though. Now let’s go.” He says as he’s leaning down to collect his book bag and soon extends his hand to her.

“Where are we going?” Y/N asked. “Plus, we still have class, you know?”

“I’ll get a doctor to write us a doctor’s note.” Toji bluntly admitted. “Now let’s get some food, and you a plan b.” His index finger tapped at Y/N’s nose, and she could only roll her eyes at his behavior.

“You’re so annoying.” She repeated once again, but she grabbed hold of his hand so he could lead her out of the lecture hall.

It was something about Toji Zenin that caused the young woman’s heart to flutter. But she had to remind herself that getting even more tangled with him would only hurt her in the end.

it was rare that toji fushiguro had a favorite customer, especially since he saw all older rich women the same. desperate, craving any attention from another man because their wrinkly husbands didn’t give them enough attention. and it was his job to make them feel special for the night. toji was good at what he did. amazing, at that. giving nothing but quality dick and great pleasure at a hefty cost. he didn’t give fuck about how the women looked. as long as they could afford him, that’s all that mattered. however, when he met y/n? that all changed. 

never did he expect a younger woman to request his services, and fuck was he glad that she did. y/n was the perfect customer. gorgeous. not cheap. unlike the other women who always try to bargain with him. didn’t catch feelings. and let’s not forget about that amazing pussy he was currently stretching. if toji didn’t know any better, he was obsessed with that delectable cunt. so fucking tight and wet. he couldn’t get over how y/n’s walls sucked him in without having any intentions on letting him go. she was the perfect fuck, reserving the whole night for her so he could take his time. 

y/n’s moans were soft and audible as toji had her lifted, arms hooked under the fold of her knees, fucking her recklessly until tears pricked the corner of her eyes. those plush two-toned lips separated, sweet whimpers slipping through, purring how big toji is. he bullied y/n’s walls, ensuring to meet with her cushion every time. his piercing emerald irises stared attentively at her to relish how she reacted to his touch. “look at how pretty you look, doll. being such a good slut taking me like this,” he cooed. toji admired her natural beauty. how the droplets of sweat coating y/n’s flesh caused her golden brown skin to glow. her full, sagged tits decorated with stretch marks that his mouth found comfort in. none of his other clients could compare.

the queefing and gushy sounds from her pussy bounced off the walls in her high-rise apartment. y/n paid him good money to get fucked like this every friday, and he ensured to never disappoint. “t-toji. y-you’re fucking me s’good. th-this feels so good, baby,” she stammered. those lust-filled sounds of pleasure gave him the confidence to pound her drooling cunt harder. her velvety walls clenched around him tighter each thrust he took, juices glazing his cock, coating it perfectly with cream. and although toji enjoyed hearing her sweet moans, he crashed his lips onto hers to savor those soft lips. an action that he only reserved for y/n. 

toji had no mercy while splitting y/n open. his pace quickens, pulling her hips harder onto his length, enjoying the heat of her arousals smearing on him. “this is what you wanted, right? paid me well to fuck this pretty pussy. this nice—wet—tight fucking pussy—shit, you feel so damn good,” he growled. they continued to share a sloppy kiss, exchanging grunts and moans of great delight. y/n’s manicured nails penetrated the flesh of his shoulders, digging deeper as she felt her release creeping on her skin. 

she parted lips with toji to allow her sinful pleasures to roam freely. the toe-curling fucking toji was currently delivering to y/n had her completely blissed out. however, she wanted more. “p-please fuck me harder, toji. i need more of you,” y/n cried, causing him to smirk. gosh, hearing how needy she was did numbers to toji’s ego. but he wanted to taunt her—just a little. “yeah? how badly do you need me? tell me, pretty girl. tell me how badly you want me to make you cum, and i know you’re about to. i can feel it.” fucking hell, toji fushiguro was. even so, this is what he’s paid to do. 

y/n was hesitant, feeling embarrassed, thinking how pathetic she would sound, begging for dick she had already paid for. but as soon as she felt that long, deep stroke in her cunt, all bets were off. “oh g-god! toji, please! please fuck me harder! please, baby. wanna cum on your dick.” fuck, she sounds so pretty. y/n’s cries were like a collection of broken records he could peacefully fall asleep to. never forced. always sounds so natural. toji chuckled, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “atta girl.”

as requested, he slammed y/n down on his cock, repeatedly kissing her g spot. her howls came from the pit of her stomach with his name sinfully leaking through her drool-coated lips. she had never been fucked this good before. the high y/n felt was something she never wanted to come down from. “yes. yes, baby. right there. don’t stop fucking me. i’m so close,” she panted. and he didn’t. he didn’t stop pounding that pussy until she began seeing stars. “be a good girl and cum for me. i want to feel all those warm juices on my dick.” that’s all she needed to hear. 

y/n saw white. her body felt like it was being pushed over the edge from her intense climax. she thanked toji repeatedly for making her cum. this was a habit of hers that toji’s dick twitched from hearing. she pressed her forehead onto his, a very intimate action toji only allowed y/n to do. there were certain boundaries toji had for his other clients. however, these limitations were excluded from her. 

she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss toji sensually, causing him to groan from tasting the sweetness of her strawberry-flavored gloss. his hips were still, but he felt her pussy continue to pulsate around him. the two had been fucking all night, and he certainly did not want it to end. 

toji sat on the bed, back against the headboard, with his legs spread. y/n’s back arched involuntarily from feeling his dick deep in her stomach. she trembled while nipping on his bottom lip, still sensitive from her orgasm. “turn around for me, princess. you’re going to ride this dick,” he demanded. never did he order his clients to get into a position. usually, it would be thirty minutes of doggy, so he could get it over with. but, you know—y/n was his favorite customer. however, she was too inexperienced to do such a task. she felt her cheeks burning from even thinking about it.

“u-uhm, okay. i’ve never done this before.”

“i know,” he whispered, gently caressing her cheeks with the back of his hands. “i’m right here with you. i’ll coach you.”

y/n knew better than to catch feelings for toji, but that soft reassurance he spoke to her pulled strings in her heart. she did as she was told, turning around with his cock remaining in her cunt. “now find your balance. you could rest your hands on the bed or on my legs. whatever makes you comfortable, doll. then start slapping your ass on me.” y/n felt awkward but soon found comfort with her hands on the bed and began to move. despite y/n’s relaxed motion, her round ass resembled the ocean itself. 

“shit, look at that fucking ass. you’re going to go faster for me, pretty girl?” he soothed. y/n’s pace picked up little by little. toji was mesmerized by seeing how her pussy latched onto his cock. blood rushed to his cheeks, cursing through his teeth. “that’s my girl. pussy gripping my fucking cock.” although toji was pleased with her actions, y/n still felt hesitance in her movements. rather than going back and forth, she clapped her ass in a bouncing motion. her confidence grew the more toji praised her. all she needed was a little motivation. 

“yeah, don’t stop doing that. it feels so good, princess. you’re being such a good slut having that pussy juice spread down my balls,” he rasped. the room was filled with lewd noises of skin smacking and their shared moans. toji struck her ass with enough strength, knowing a mark will form by the morning. y/n enjoyed the adrenaline she felt from toji coaching and praising her, thinking how she would leave a hefty tip for this great pleasure. “s’deep—s’big—feels s’good, toji.”

“yeah, that’s right. keep using me to make yourself cum. i’m your fuck toy now, doll.”

y/n jumped vigorously. every movement she took caused his dick to dissolve in her cunt, doing anything for another release. an animalistic sensation took over her body. she squeezed her nipples in a circular motion while the other toyed with her clit. all she could do moan was his name. how she immediately grew accustomed to this position had toji proud in shock. “good fucking girl. fuck, y/n. bounce that pretty ass on my cock.” toji wished he could hold off a little longer while she rode his dick, but how his dick kept twitching in her pussy, he knew soon he would come undone.

he held firmly onto her waist to help y/n with her movements. she wailed, feeling as if his dick was deeper than before. her cushion was overwhelmed with pleasure from it being kissed several times. “t-toji—i’m about to cum again, baby.” 

“i am too, doll. where do you want this cum?”

“p-please cum in my pussy,” y/n whimpered.

he chucked. “oh? that’ll cost you.”

“i don’t care. i’ll pay. i’ll pay however much it is. just please cum inside of me. please, toji!”

the beautiful sounds of her begging and talking more money thrilled him. he held her hips down to fuck into her. the arch in her back deepened, head lolling from being fucked out of this world. y/n’s walls fluttered around his cock as she felt herself losing composure from her second climax. those pretty two-toned lips remained part with only shattered breaths airing through. y/n couldn’t understand what caused her to deserve this kind of fucking, but she was glad she had the money to pay for it. 

even after she came, toji continued pounding through her orgasm to chase his own. his grunts were loud, and his grips on her waist were more firm than before. another set of marks she would have to worry about in the morning. it didn’t take long before his bitters sprayed her insides white. to think toji would find himself taking a risk by cumming inside one of his clients was reckless of him. though, how could he say no to her? especially when she had pussy this good. 

after all—y/n was his favorite customer. 

𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀. ♡