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Your ears twitch. Your eyes blow wide open. Your tail springs. "...meow?" You freeze. And then— “AAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!” You scream. Full-body leap. Straight into his arms.

Now he’s sitting on the couch again—shirtless, smug, arms around your waist—while you cling to him like the world’s sassiest thunder-phobic baby.

He’s wagging his tail so hard the whole couch vibrates. “You were saying something about dogs and cats not cuddling—?” You glare up at him from his chest. "...don't test me. I'll scratch your nipples off."

He grins. “Purr for me first.” You slap him. He licks your hair. You shriek.

You don’t even realize it until your tail starts swaying lazily. You’re in his lap. Still. Pressed to his bare chest. The thunder long faded out. Your ears twitch. And then your brain connects the dots.

oh my god you’re PURRING IN HIS ARMS LIKE A WHIPPED HOUSE CAT !!!

You snap out of it like someone dunked you in cold water. “WHAT THE FUCK—” You jump off, almost knocking him over, and land in a crouch. Fangs out. Eyes slit. Middle finger up like it’s a deadly weapon. “DON’T. TEST ME. DAWG.” You growl through gritted teeth.

He just blinks, his dumb puppy smile still stuck to his face. “I wasn’t testing you… I just missed you so mu—”

KRRRRRAAAKKKK—!!! Another thunder. You SHRIEK. Vanish. Gone. Under the sofa. Caleb stares. The cushions are still warm. The purring still ringing in his ears. And you’re now… a puffball trembling in a cramped corner like thunder personally betrayed you.

And he laughs. No—he SNORTS. Wheezes. Slaps his hand on the couch. “Y-You look like a—like a soggy sock someone stuffed under the bed!!”

“SHUT UP YOU BIG TALL MUTT!!”

“Okay okay—okay I’m sorry!” He’s still giggling as he kneels beside the couch, ducking down. “Come out, kitty, I’ll protect you—”

You SNARL. Your claws SWIPE.

“Ack—!” He yelps, recoiling, forearm bleeding with a scratch that wasn’t even that deep. But his ears go flat.

Tail droops. Eyes wide and wet. “…you hurt me,” he pouts, holding his arm. “I was just trying to help…”

And just like that, guilt settles in like a heavy raincloud. You peek your head out—only to find him staring directly at your cleavage. Eyes blown wide like a deer in headlights. You blink. He blinks. His ears twitch. His jaw hangs open a little. His brain is making Windows XP loading sounds.

“…what are you staring at, perv?”

“...n-nothing!!!” He spins around so fast his tail whacks the wall. His cheeks are red. You swear steam rises off his head. You crawl out—on all fours, camisole hanging low, shorts riding up your thighs, and you know you’re doing this on purpose now. Because that idiot's face is priceless.

You finally sit back down on the couch, legs crossed.

“Puppies get this dumb when they don’t get neutered early, huh?”

“I—what does that even mean?!”

You grin. Smug. “It means you’re hard.”

His soul leaves his body. He grabs a pillow to cover himself, panicking. “NO I’M NOT—STOP—!”

“I can smell it, dumbass.”

He whines, covering his face. “I’m trying not to—!”

KRRRRBOOMMMMM! You scream again. Without thinking, you leap into his lap a second time, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into it.

And this time, he’s quiet. Gentle. Big hands curling around your back, pressing you close. He smells like rain and warmth. A soft hum rumbles in his chest. “...I got you,” he whispers. “Promise.”

And you sit there. Breathing. Feeling your heart pound against his. “...it’s dumb.”

“What is?”

“...me. Getting scared.”

He nuzzles the top of your head. “Nah. You’re cute.”

A pause. “…you really think I’m cute?” You’re not even looking at him, but you feel his smile stretch.

“Always.”

Another thunder rolls. You flinch—but this time, you exhale. “…then fuck me.”

He stills. You lean back just enough to see his face. “I said—why don’t you fuck me, so I forget about the thunder.”

His eyes go round. Mouth slightly open. Brain buffering so hard you swear you hear the ba-dum of a heartbeat echo. “Wh-what—”

“You’re hard, I’m cold. Let’s be useful for once.”

His jaw drops. “C-can you not say it like you’re ordering takeout?!”

“I’ll take extra sauce if you shut the hell up and get inside me, dawg.”

And that breaks him.

Because suddenly his lips are on yours—desperate, needy, stupidly affectionate like he’s been waiting forever. He fumbles a little, trying to get your shorts down, tail wagging so hard he knocks a lamp over. “Oops—sorry—wait—I gotcha, baby—”

“Just shut up and fuck already—!”

He’s big—obnoxiously big, the kind that stretches you in a way that has your tail curling around his thigh—and he whines every time you clench around him. “Fuck—c-can’t believe you're letting me—” he groans, eyes fluttering. “You feel so good—oh my god—”

You scratch down his back, panting. “If you don’t move faster, I’m scratching more than that—!”

“Y-yes ma’am—!!”

He's so damn eager, like he’s trying to prove how much he adores you with every sloppy, deep thrust. Moaning into your neck, kissing your collarbone, praising every little mewl and hiss you make. “Mine—mine—mine—gonna knot you—fuck, you’ll smell like me—”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You love it.” You do. But you’d rather die than admit it out loud.

So you grab his cheeks, pull him in close, and whisper against his lips— “…still hate you tho.”

He grins. “Hate me harder.” His cock is massive just like him. Long, thick, veiny—too hot, too heavy, and definitely not made for your bratty little catgirl body. You're gasping into his chest, camisole straps falling off your shoulders as your tits bounce with every rough thrust.

Every time he bottoms out, you see stars, your claws digging into the couch cushions, tail twitching and curling with each deep grind. “H-holy fuck—Caleb—” Your voice is cracking. Whiny. Your legs are twitching, nearly folded up to your ears as he fucks you into the couch.

He's panting above you, face flushed, drool clinging to the corner of his lips. “You feel so good, kitty—so fuckin' tight, shit—”

He stares down, wide-eyed and ruined as he watches his cock disappear into you. You’re soaked—disgustingly so. There's slick all over his length, dripping down your thighs, pooling under your ass. “Gonna break me—” you whimper, eyes rolled back, tits jiggling every time he slams into you.

He just lets out a breathy “fuck,” gripping your hips harder, rutting into you like a mutt in heat. Your belly bulges slightly every time he thrusts. You feel so full, stretched around him like your poor little pussy's doing its best to not split open. And he loves it. He loves how bratty you were minutes ago— And now you’re just moaning and melting, unable to form a single insult.

“Where’d all that sass go, huh?” he pants, leaning over to suck on your bouncing tit, tongue hot and wet. “Talk to me now, kitty—c’mon, flip me off again.”

You whimper, squirming. “C-Can't…”

“Aww,” he coos, condescending and smug. “You liked being put in your place, huh? My little pillow princess isn’t so tough now.”

Your fangs peek through your parted lips, eyes unfocused. He’s hitting too deep. You can’t even think straight. He wraps a hand around your throat—gently, possessively, thumb brushing your jaw. “I should knot you,” he growls, hips bucking faster. “Tie you up nice and good. Fill this cunt so full you’ll leak for days.”

Your tail jerks, your nails dig into his shoulders, and you cry out like a feral cat in heat. “Caleb—Caleb—shitfuck, please—”

“You’re begging now? Thought you hated me.” He nips your neck, biting right where your collarbones meet. You clench around him hard and he groans, hips stuttering. “Fuck—you want me to breed you that bad?”

You can’t even speak. You just nod frantically, mouth open, drool threatening to spill, your whole body convulsing under his. He pulls out halfway, then slams back in all the way—and that’s what makes you snap. Your legs tremble, eyes crossing as your orgasm hits like a truck.

But he doesn’t stop. “Oh no no, kitty,” he pants, smirking like the wicked dog he is. “You’re not done.”

You’re whimpering now, twitching under him, body limp, slick gushing out around his dick as he continues to fuck you through it.

“I’ve been patient. I’ve been so good, letting you run around hissing at me like some grumpy little gremlin—but now?” He leans down to whisper, low and rough in your ear. “You’re gonna take every drop I give you.”

You shudder. Clench again. And then he knots. You feel it—the swell, the pressure, the obscene stretch as his cock locks inside you and your brain just fries. He’s panting into your neck, arms wrapped tight around you, his whole body twitching as he cums.

So much cum. So hot. So thick. Pouring into you like your pussy was made to take it. Your back arches, eyes rolling up as the heat fills you to the brim. “Good kitty,” he pants, kissing your temple. “You took it all so well.”

You’re cockdrunk. Barely breathing. You’re gonna kill him later. You swear it. But for now… all you can do is melt against his big, trembling frame.

…later that night you're curled on top of him, still knotted, body warm and used and twitchy. Your ears flick. “...dawg?”

“Mhm?”

“…fuck you.”

he tips his head back and laughs, "yes they're real. don'cha see them going through the skin?" he pinches his own nipple between his fingers and tugs.

you inch closer, eyes fixated on his puffy nipples and the bar that's going through them. oh they're real, alright. your eyes flick upwards to meet his gaze. "can i. . . touch?" you ask with hesitance laced in your voice. your hand moves close but doesn't touch him quite yet. you suspend it in air while you wait for confirmation or denial.

his much larger hand clasps over yours and directs it to his chest. "mhm. you can touch me aaanywhere you like. m'yours." he says in a lower tone.

something about the way he says that has heat travelling down to your core. fuck. this was so unexpected but so hot. you can't help the lust that grows the more you look at his attractive physique. . . and his nipples of course.

your hand traces the skin of his chest, idly brushing across his pecs and occasionally grazing his nipple. you can feel him take a breath in every time it does.

you lock eyes with him and hold onto his shoulders while you climb onto his lap. he looks down at you with a lovesick look and places a chaste kiss that you eagerly reciprocate. the moment you pull back, your focus is once again on his chest.

your fingers tentatively trace light circles on his nipples. feeling the softness of his skin and the hardness of the metal. you’re in a trance as you flick your fingers back and forth, watching them move.

while your fingers continue moving, you begin to place kisses all over him. a quick kiss on his lips, then his jaw. you work your way down his throat, stopping at his adam’s apple to gently suck at it. a breathless whine escapes caleb’s lips at your ministration.

you carry on, kisses all the way down to his collarbones, and chest. you stop momentarily on his plush pec, opting to suck and lick to leave a mark on him.

slowly but surely, you begin to feel his bulge come to life. he’s big and hard underneath you. his hips begin to move in sync with your fingers against his nipples.

you pull back from his chest and watch the mark bloom against his skin. and then without a moments hesitation your lip latches on to one of his nipples. his hips jerk and caleb’s head dives into the crook of your neck. his breathing gets heavier, puffs of heat against your skin.

you swirl your tongue against his bud while grinding your hips down onto his crotch. the two of you dry hump like animals in heat. his hands find their place on your hips, gripping at your skin to pull you closer to him. he guides your movements while pressing you further down into his crotch. you can’t help but moan against his skin, vibrations coursing through your mouth to his tit.

“haah- fuck.” he groans.

in one swift movement, he flips you over. your back is flush against his bed while he towers over you. he shoves his jeans down to his knees and begins to rut against you. you both moan in unison at feeling closer to one another without his pants in the way.

you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. his chest is flush against yours. every time he moves his hips against yours, his nipples brush against your chest. he whimpers and whines into you ears. gasping out when his orgasm finally hits him. you grind upwards to meet him there, writhing in his hold while bliss washes over you.

your breaths mingle, sounds of you catching your breath fill the room. he pulls back to give you some space, his arm reaches back to scratch the back of his neck and suddenly he’s transformed back into his cutesy self.

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!”

.

.

.

“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.”

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.

.

“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.

Toji’s scar brushes your forehead with his kiss. 

“That’s the plan.”

Freshly showered and dressed in clean clothes, you shuffled to the dining room where Rafayel had just finished setting the table with Caleb pulling out a chair for you. Seeing your hybrids being so amicable and doting made your heart melt. You had honestly been hesitant about letting yourself get too attached to Caleb, afraid that the two hybrids would never get along and create a chaotic home. Unsure of what to do if one ended up harming the other... Seeing them finally get along gave you hope. What changed? you wondered.  

The canine’s tail wagged excitedly as you took your seat, ready to step back when you reached up and took a - gentle - fistful of his shirt and pulled him down enough to press a kiss to the corner of his lips. 

“I’ve been so mean to you when you’ve been such a good boy, Caleb. I’m so sorry,” you apologized. 

Rafayel’s feline eyes zeroed in on Caleb, seeing the way his pupils dilated and his nails dug into the back of your chair. He was ready to snap. 

“.. s’okay-”

Raf smoothly slid over to hug his housemate, nuzzling him and smiling sweetly at you. His own claws dug into the pup’s sides, a discreet reminder to keep it together. 

“Weeell? We made your favorite, don’t let it get cold~” He purred. 

You bit back a grin at the sight of Caleb all flushed with Rafayel glued to his side. They were being so cuddly, how could you bear to ever separate them now? The hybrids served themselves a plate after you insisted they joined you, happy to have such good and attentive boys to keep you company and hear about your day. Unbeknownst to you, your canine hybrid was on the verge of combusting. His foot tapped impatiently, his gaze flickering between you and Rafayel as he tried to keep his excitement to a minimum. The feline on the other hand was calm, tail swaying leisurely as he intently listened to you talk about the sale going on at the arts and crafts store nearby. 

Rafayel scooped up the empty plates as soon as you had all finished eating, asking so sweetly for Caleb to help with cleaning the kitchen. He was quick to get to work, and you couldn’t help but begin to notice that the poor pup seemed to be more hyperaware of your presence. Every time you hovered too close, he would tense up and never meet your eyes directly. Caleb had just finished setting the clean dishes on the drying rack when you closed the distance, inspecting his flushed face. His ears stood tall, adam’s apple bobbing, and the blush across his cheeks deepened a shade as his galaxy hues finally locked with yours. He looked like he was sweating… 

“Caleb, you look feverish. Are you feeling sick?” 

You pressed the back of your hand against his forehead before cupping his cheek. One of his large hands curled around your wrist, the other white knuckling the counter as he shuddered under your touch. His powerful chest rose and fell rapidly, shaking his head slightly once he processed your question. 

“M’fine, y/n.” Caleb hesitated before nuzzling into your palm and inhaling deeply, lips brushing along your index finger as he finally turned fully towards you. “I love you so much. You know that, right?” 

Another wall of muscle pressed against your back, hands gripping Caleb’s waist as Rafayel sandwiched you between the two of them. That was when you felt it; the press of their arousals against the small of your back and your abdomen. The Tonkinese brushed his lips against your ear, grinding against you and drawing a soft moan from your pretty lips. 

“We’re keeping him, right cutie?” Rafayel snaked a hand to grab at your chin, keeping you from looking away from Caleb’s needy expression. “He’s been on his best behavior. I think he’s earned a spot on the bed, don’t you think?” The feline's hot and rough tongue licked a slow stripe below your ear, making you shudder and buck into the stiff outlines of their cocks behind cotton fabric. 

Lust wrapped around every nerve in your body as Caleb took two of your fingers in his mouth and sucked, his sharp canines grazing your skin as he groaned at the sensation of your digits pressing down on his tongue. The German Shepard hybrid slobbered on your fingers before abruptly pulling them out and crashing his lips into yours, his hungry tongue plunging into the wet cavern of your mouth and curling around your own in a desperate kiss. 

Rafayel took your still soaked fingers into his mouth next, his other hand snaking up your ribcage before cupping at one of the plush mounds on your chest. You were melting under their love and touch, knees threatening to give out from beneath you as they rutted against you like animals in heat. 

“C’mon, cutie,” Rafayel mumbled around your fingers, only pulling them out once he had licked them clean of Caleb’s drool. “Say yes.” 

You broke away from Caleb’s kiss with a gasp, a thick string of saliva connecting your lower lips and snapping as he hiked one of your legs over his waist to grind his thick bulge directly against your core. 

“Please,” the canine begged, “I’ll make you feel so good, momma. Pleaseplease…” 

The friction of wet cotton dragging over your sensitive clit made your head fall back against Raf’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and nodding as you rolled your hips in tandem with Caleb’s. The Tonkinese tilted your chin and nipped at your ear, his hand that was squeezing at your chest moving down to graze his claws along the skin just about your waistband. 

“That’s not good enough,” he hissed, "Say. it.” 

“Y-Yes…!” 

Caleb’s breath hitched as the collar was secured around his throat, eyes dilating as they met your adoring ones. Attached to it was a dog tag and apple charm that marked his as yours, officially- finally. Rafayel had one as well, although he insisted on not needing to wear it all the time as the jingle of its bell would get bothersome. Yet seeing the canine hybrid wearing one, he felt a splash of indignation when you hooked a finger around the leather and tugged Caleb into a sensual kiss. The hybrids knelt in front of you as you sat on the foot of the bed, discarded clothes littered the floor as you all bared yourselves to one another in your naked glory. 

“Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Rafayel huffed. “What about mine? I asked you to keep it somewhere safe, don’t tell me you’ve lost it.” 

You smiled and pressed a silencing finger against your feline hybrid’s lips. 

“Hold tight, kitty.” 

You retrieved Rafayel’s collar from your nightstand’s drawer, taking your place on the mattress’s edge once more before fastening it around his neck. He smiled smugly and purred as you flicked the bell and rubbed affectionately under his chin, melting into your touch. His hands smoothed up your shins before settling on your knees, his pink ocean hues never leaving you as he slowly pushed them apart to spread you wide and reveal your glistening folds. You gasped as Caleb practically shoved him out of the way, amethyst galaxies blown wide as he dove for the honied treasure he had been aching for. The tip of his tongue barely grazed your labia as Rafayel shot a hand up to grip at dark brown tresses, yanking him back hard and pulling a strangled groan from Caleb. 

“No, please, I need it-” 

The feline hissed before biting down on Caleb’s furry ear in warning, his other hand reaching around to wrap at the base of the canine hybrid’s twitching cock. You couldn’t help but shutter at the display, seeing your pup so disgustingly desperate for you with Rafayel keeping him in check. It made another gentle gush of your arousal drip down onto the sheets. Caleb’s groan leveled out into a growl when the grip in his hair shifted to grab the back of his collar. 

“You’re too sloppy. She likes it slow and passionate,” Raf purred, stroking agonizingly slow at Caleb’s angry cock. He gave just enough slack for Caleb’s slobbering mouth to hover over your pussy, his hot breath fanning over your core and making your insides clench around emptiness that longed to be filled. “Stick your tongue out, all the way. Yeeeah, just like that.” 

Your hand combed through Caleb’s dark brown tresses as his tongue slid between your folds, his breathy moans harmonizing with yours as he lapped at the pool of slick at your entrance. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his skull, the sweet and salty syrup flowing from your beautiful cunt exploding across his tastebuds. What faint trace of you that he had tasted off of the Tonkinese hybrid was nothing compared to the full and unfiltered taste directly from the source, a few laps enough to make him pussydrunk. His lips wrapped around you, tongue smoothing up before swirling light and slow spirals around your clit. Caleb’s arms wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer to the bed’s edge and to him, burying his face against your center as his pace began to quicken.

His mouth was ravenous, swiping and prodding at your fluttering hole, nose nudging firmly against your clit. You sunk back onto an elbow, gripping the sheets while the other massaged affectionately at the canine hybrid’s ears. Rafayel watched as your head lolled back, eyes fluttering before going wide as your pup nipped at your sensitive bud. 

“C-Caleb!” You squealed, your tits bouncing as you inhaled sharply.

“Watch those teeth,” Rafayel warned. When Caleb ignored him and nipped again, making you whimper and shudder at the sharp stimulation, Rafayel pulled on the leather collar to detach him from you. Strings of spit and slick snapped as he was pulled away, taking lungfuls of air and whining. “Stupid mutt. Let me show you how it’s done.” 

A dreamy sigh escaped you as Rafayel’s soft lips met your slicked coated ones, sweetly kissing your cunt like a tender lover. He looked up at you through his long lashes, carefully observing your reactions when his rough tongue made delicate laps at your sensitive clit. Caleb’s gaze couldn’t linger on one place, absolutely torn between watching the way the Tonkinese hybrid made love to your core with his mouth and drinking in your blissfully flushed expressions. Rafayel pressed at your thigh, keeping you spread as he languidly traced your slit with the flat of his tongue like calculated brushstrokes. You rolled your hips to meet his mouth, ready to slump back completely into the sheets as he sucked at your clit with gentle pulses when you felt a push on your other thigh. 

Together, your hybrids kept your legs spread wide, Caleb pressing open mouth kisses up towards where Rafayel attached himself to you. The canine hybrid’s kisses were all teeth and tongue, but lacking their ravenous enthusiasm as he seemed to finally take the feline’s instructions to heart. He moved further and further up until his cheek was pressed against Rafayel’s. The feline didn’t protest the invasion of his space, only tilted his head enough to make room for his housemate. Your gooey walls fluttered as two fingers eased into you, gasping as they curled up and rubbed at that sensitive patch that made stars skate along the edges of your vision. Hell, you didn’t even know whose they belonged to, but they filled you just enough to make the tension in your abdomen tighten. 

And then Caleb’s tongue joined in, dancing around Rafayel’s as they shared your juicy pussy like it was an irresistible treat. Waves of pleasure washed over you like a gentle tide at the sensation of both their mouths consuming you, bringing you dangerously close to the edge of ecstasy. 

“Ffuck, Cay… R-Raffy, god- Just like that,” you moaned. Your shaky hands found their way into mauve and walnut tresses, pulling them closer, urging them to apply more pressure. 

“Curl your fingers a little more, Caleb. Theeere you go,” Rafayel mumbled against your spit covered labia before diving back in. 

Caleb’s ear twitched as he felt your thighs quiver, sharp eyes locking in on the way your head was thrown back and spine arching off the bed. You were close, and it took every once of willpower to not shove Rafayel out of the way and claim your orgasm for himself. The canine practically snarled when Rafayel forced the both of them back, leaving you whining in frustration as the perfect stimulation suddenly ceased. The feline gripped the other’s wrist, signaling for his fingers that were still buried inside of you to still their movements.

“Noo,” you whined, “Please, I’m so close.” 

“I knoooow, cutie. I wanna show Caleb something real special first,” Raf soothed. He rose, from where he knelt, his neglected cock standing at attention and leaking as he loomed over to kiss you slow and sensually. His tongue swirling around your own, moaning into your mouth when you sucked on his wet appendage to taste your desire. He parted after a moment to sit behind you, keeping your upper half propped against his abdomen, the tip of his dick rubbing between your shoulderblades as he restrained your arms.

“Move your fingers, Cay. Use your other thumb on her… yeeah, good boy. Nice and slow.” 

Caleb’s fingers resumed their pace of curling deep into your cunt, his thumb rubbing slow and steady circles around your abused clit. He wanted to put his mouth on you again, wanted to keep tasting you until you coated his face, but he immediately noticed the way your body began to twitch differently. Rafayel kept your hands pinned to his knees, watching with hearts in his eyes as you began to squirm. Caleb leaned close, letting a glob of spit land on your folds and fucking it into your cunt as it dripped down where his fingers were nestled. He groaned as your walls fluttered around his digits, sucking him back in with every plunge. 

Your eyes were locked on him, your chest heaving as he steadily built up your pleasure once more. Gasps escaped you as his fingers curled even deeper, his thumb circling around your clit alternating to pulse against swollen bud. That tightness in your gut returned, yet it was more urgent and demanding, making you thrash in Rafayel’s hold. 

“W-Wait,” you begged breathlessly, “Stop- I’m g-gonna-!” 

“Let go,” Caleb commanded, his fingers merciless as they doubled down. “Give it to me.” 

“Go ahead, cutie.” 

Your body locked up as the sensations became too much, eyes rolling back as your release violently consumed you and doused the hybrid between your legs. Full body tremors racked your body, a choked scream ripping through your throat as clear fluid drenched the sheets below your hips and dripped down Caleb’s chest. He watched with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as Rafayel held you down through the waves of ecstasy, the glorious sight before him now forever seared into his mind. Caleb gripped the base of his neglected cock as a curious emotion surged through his entire body and straight to his sex, the slowburning tension in his own gut suddenly going taught like a wire. Was it possible to orgasm out of empathy? It must be, because it just happened. 

Caleb pressed his cheek to your trembling inner thigh as he came with a groan, thick ropes of cum splattering against the bedskirt. He eased his fingers out of you and sucked them clean, moaning as a few extra spurts shot out of his cock at the taste alone. 

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you? I don’t blame you,” Rafayel teased, his gentle hands caressing along your sensitive body before settling at your tits to pinch at your hardened nipples. You gasped with a jolt, weakly attempting to squirm away and close your legs. “Oh noooo, cutie. We haven’t even gotten to the good part. Caleb’s been waiting a looong time for his spot on the bed. Say the magic word, momma.” 

Your lustful gaze drifted down to look at Caleb crouched between your legs, quite literally waiting to pounce with wild eyes and perked ears. Swallowing down a lump of saliva to soothe the dryness of your throat, you weakly patted your thigh twice. 

“Up.” 

Your German Shepherd hybrid moved so fast that you could only register being flipped chest to chest with your Tonkinese hybrid, soft lips brushing along your jaw before capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. Rafayel’s rough tongue glided along your wet appendage with practiced precision, his hands sliding down to spread your pussy lips and expose your dripping entrance to the cool air of the room. He swallowed your moans as you felt hot globs of saliva land on your puckered hole and drip down your slit, the tap tap tap of Caleb’s cockhead smearing and pressing his spit into your entrance. One hand was wrapped around his throbbing length, lining himself up as the other gripped your waist like you could slip away at any moment. 

The moment your wet heat soaked the tip of his dick, whatever was left of Caleb’s obedience and restraint snapped like a brittle branch in a hurricane. He got on his haunches, the hand that was guiding his cock now gripping your shoulder as he slammed into you right down to the hilt. You screamed into Rafayel’s mouth at the sudden intrusion, Caleb’s cock an inch longer and a bit thicker than the other’s. There was no patience for adjustment, the canine hybrid’s hips slamming brutally into you like a well oiled machine, cum-heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit with no mercy every time the tip of his dick punched your cervix. 

“F-Fuck! C-Caleb, slow down!” Your please fell on deaf ears, if anything the sound of his name leaving your lips only made him pound more wildly into you. Rafayel’s nose scrunched as he tried to help keep you upright, clearly annoyed that his housemate was already so pussy drunk and losing it. 

“Stupid mutt,” he hissed. He was ready to shove Caleb off when your shaky hand wrapped around Rafayel’s cock, trying to pump with steady strokes and not match the other’s wild pace. 

“R-Raffy, ahh! Wanna… taste you,” you gasped between snaps of Caleb’s hips.

You let yourself slump to your elbows as Rafayel adjusted himself for your mouth to hover over his leaking cock. His head fell back, jaw slack in a low moan as you took him into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around the head and against the slit before taking more of his length. Caleb’s thrusts aided in bobbing your head up and down Rafayel’s pretty pink dick, long neglected and finally receiving your tender love. His fingers pushed any stray strands away from your sweat beaded forehead, his heated gaze traveling down your bare spine to Caleb’s ironclad grip on your waist. And when he looked up? Caleb’s feral sunset eyes were already locked on him, the insatiable depths of his animalistic gaze making Rafayel pulse in your mouth. 

A smirk tugged at Caleb’s lips, his eyes darkening as his thrusts suddenly stopped to press his cock into your depths and grind, loving the way your gooey walls wrapped around him like a vice. “You were right,” he laughed breathlessly, “ her pussy is like heaven. M’gonna fill this perfect pussy till she’s spilling.” 

You whined around Rafayel’s cock as you felt Caleb slowly pull out, the tip of his dick still caught in your hole before quickly rolling forward. The strength of his thrust forced more of Rafayel’s spit slick cock down your throat, nose nearly pressed against the soft mauve hairs of his happy trail. Rafayel gasped as your throat constricted around him, the heat of it making pleasure curl around every nerve in his body as he involuntarily thrust more into your mouth. You willed your jaw to relax, focusing on breathing through your nose so you wouldn’t choke on the cock scraping at the back of your throat. 

Caleb’s strong arms wrapped around your waist as he pressed himself against your back, teeth and tongue lapping and nipping at your shoulder as he whined like a needy puppy. As if he wasn’t already getting what he wanted, being literally balls deep inside of you. 

“Wanna stay like this …. forever,” Caleb grunted, “Keep momma nice and full every day.” 

The imagery of your hybrids bringing you to orgasm day after day, breeding you at every opportunity made you clench hard and moan around the cocks filling you from each end. The tightness and vibrations shot through your boys and made them choke on gasps. Rafayel threw his head back against the pillows, large hand cupping the back of your head as he fucked your mouth. Caleb snarled at the squeeze, all rationality tossed out the window as he felt his knot swell. His thrusts became more shallow, wanting to ease the swollen base into you so he could coat your insides and not waste a single drop. 

“I’mgonnacum,” Rafayel panted, feet planted on the mattress to speed up his thrusts into your abused mouth.

You gripped what you could, elbows and thighs aching from the way your hybrids were bringing you to ruin. The tension in your abdomen grew with every passing moment, the familiar sensation creeping up as their movements became faster with their own approaching release. Thoughts failed to form in your mind as you practically gargled around Rafayel’s length, saliva and pre coating your lips and the base of his length with every obscene kiss to his pelvis. The feline hybrid held onto your face, meowing loudly as he thrust a final time and went rigged, emptying himself down your throat. 

You swallowed what you could until the swell of Caleb’s knot caught your entrance and locked him inside. Rafayel slipped his softening length from your messy mouth as you screamed in ecstasy, absolutely shattering as that coil in your tummy snapped like a fraying wire. Caleb snarled at the deathgrip of your cunt and bit down on the crook of your neck as he pumped you full of his hot and thick seed, enough to make you keen at the sensation of your uterus stretching to accommodate the obscene quantity of cum being pumped into it. 

Caleb’s eyes rolled back, hips twitching with every spurt and tongue soothing the claiming mark he had just branded on you. His embrace molded your bodies together as your bodies slumped, your cheek pressed against Rafayel’s inner thigh. You looked up at him with glazed eyes, your insides clenching at the sight of him slowly stroking his cock back to full hardness. The German Shepherd hybrid still locked inside of you whimpered, his hold on you unrelenting as he reveled in the cozy warmth of your most intimate crevice. 

Rafayel’s eyes, full of love and admiration, drank in the delicious sight of your fuckdrunk expression. Sweet thing, he thought, we aren’t even close to being finished. His adoring expression shifted to that of annoyance as it drifted down to where Caleb’s knot still kept you two together. He crawled over, shoving at Caleb’s bicep to make him release you. 

“Greedy mutt, it’s my turn.” 

Beefy!Toji who runs warm. Like a living heater. You’re always half-draped over him with the heat from his muscles seeping straight into your bones. Summer nights are a battle and winter mornings are a blessing and either way, he’ll find you lounging around watching TV in his sweats.

Beefy!Toji who wears reading glasses. Brain and brawn except it’s your boyfriend poring over some kind of furniture setup manual with his brow furrowed – at which point he gives up and goes back upstairs to take a shit. The sound from his rectum reverberates through the walls. You love this man dearly.

Beefy!Toji who comes back from the gym all sweat-slick and glistening. Yeah. Yeahhhh

Beefy!Toji who’s veiny. Lines tracing prominent down his forearms and hands. They stand out when he flexes or grips something tight, and when he catches your stare, he literally starts guffawing.

He’s got a thick one trailing up the underside of his cock, too. It scrapes deliciously against your walls when he’s balls-deep inside – and he knows that. Fucks you slow just to see your eyes roll back when his tip kisses your cervix, vein rubbing deliberate against your sweet spot.

Beefy!Toji who puts you in a headlock when you’re playfighting and it’s fucking terrifying. And hot. Muscles bulging as he holds you snug, smug little smirk prominent while you complain and thrash about. He only lets go when you quiet down and tap his arm twice, heart hammering, and suddenly he’s all soft. Big hand ruffling your hair, those languid eyes searching your face. Voice low as he asks if you’re okay.

Beefy!Toji who’s disgusting. Itching one foot with the other foot and drinking milk straight from the jug and burping loud enough to rattle your windows.

He sheds.

Clothes, that is.

There’s a permanent trail of socks and compression shirts and gym shorts and sweats leading from the front door to the bedroom. All of them musky as fuck with his scent – something of sweat, and laundry detergent, and whatever protein powder he’s currently obsessed with. It’s a little comforting, actually.

Beefy!Toji who falls asleep anywhere. Couch. Floor. Half-off your bed. One leg hanging and one arm flung over his face, drooling everywhere and snoring like a chainsaw. He’ll fall asleep on top of you, too, weight pinning you down – not that you’re complaining.

Beefy!Toji who fucks you anywhere. He’s giving you backbreaking booty bouncing backshots from the kitchen counter to the living room floor. From the moment you step through the door and he pins you to the wall, to your bed at 4am on a Monday morning. He’s got you in messy missionary. A downright filthy arch on your doggystyle. Big fan of dryhumping, too.

But Beefy!Toji's favorite position, by far, is full nelson.

Beefy!Toji who likes the power trip of scooping you up with no effort at all. Thick forearms hooking under your knees and spreading you wide, hands locking behind your neck.

He gets off on the way your body folds for him – cunt glistening and clenching around nothing after he's eaten you out. Plush of your skin pooling over the hardness of his arms, head lolled back against his shoulder.

Beefy!Toji who fucks you until you're babbling, mouth slack and drooling a little while he thrusts up with those heavy, deliberate rolls – curve of his cock dragging all filthy along your front wall. Then he walks you to the bed, gravity moving your hips with the cadence of his steps.

Beefy!Toji who fingerfucks his cum back into you. Rough pad of his thumb rubbing messy circles over your puffy clit, stretching you out with three fingers and spreading just to snicker at the way you tremble.

He’s mean. Terribly so. Spitting and watching the glob slide all nastily through your folds, mixing with your slick. Before slapping your pussy and grinding down with the heel of his palm.

Beefy!Toji who loves to overstimulate you. Switches from his fingers to his tongue to his dick then back again, over and over until your nerves are raw and your body’s twitching.

And all the while, he’s keeping track of how many orgasms you’ve had.

He can’t have his girl going to sleep without hitting at least five, after all.

Beefy!Toji who’s still rock hard and leaking inside you by your fourth, length pulsing in your oversensitive walls like he’s got a personal vendetta. You’re creaming around him, body jerking forward by instinct, and his hands clamp warm on your hips. Yanking you right back.

“Nah, baby.. you can take it.”

Beefy!Toji who pulls out slow. Lets you feel every thick inch drag before turning you to your back and thrusting right back in, hips bullying up – right against your sweet spot. Your tits bounce with the force, nipples stiff and aching in the open air, and he shudders at the sight. Doesn’t even try to hide the way his grin stretches wider.

“Yeeeeeah. There we go.”

Beefy!Toji who finally stills after lord knows how long. You’re both wrecked and sticky, fifth (maybe sixth) orgasm rippling through you in pathetic little aftershocks. He stays inside for a minute, buried to the hilt, pressing kisses against your neck. Weight blanketing you down as his cock twitches lazily.

Eventually, he rolls off just enough to drag you on top of him – your cheek against his chest, one bulky arm slung across your back.

Beefy!Toji who gives you the best meat. Yum. The end.

A/N: not proofread suck my nuts