toji loves you. it wasnât just loveâit was deep, agonizing want. enough to make him go crazy. you had him in a trance every single day. even while youâre sitting there doing nothing, mindlessly scrolling on your phone, his heart would still manage to skip a beat. is the little things that make him so dumb for you. like when you take your time doing your makeup, causing you both to be late for your dinner reservation. but, he wouldn't have it any other way, captivated by your glossy lips and fluttering lashes that make him weak in the knees every time you look up at him. your scent that lingered on the pillows, so sweet so soft, filling his senses and making his head spin. toji just loves you.
but above all, thereâs one thing toji seems to love most: those damn french tips, which he insists on paying for every month without fail.
thereâs an undeniable allure to seeing your nails adorned with that persistent design, whether classic white and nude or some cutesy charms. they were just the perfect touch to the whole you. he also thinks thereâs many benefits to you getting your nails done like when he demands back scratches before bed, you had to or else he would get grumpy. but why was toji so obsessed with them? well, for him the answerâs simple; they looked damn good wrapped around him.
the sight of your sleek, polished digits encircling his thick, pulsating cock during your messy, drool-soaked hand job was enough to put him in a frenzy. âah- fuck! d-doll..â he pants, his breath coming in ragged groans as you kneel before him, fresh new set on your delicate fingers circling his thick girth. âdo you like my nails babe?â you ask, a hint of innocence in your tone despite the wanton pace of your strokes. tojiâs response is immediate and visceral. pearls of pre-cum beading at the swollen head of his cock, âlove 'em⊠shit, theyâre cute.â his thick thighs tense, spread wide, his hand moving to grip the couch. trying so hard to focus on what youâre saying. âyeah? iâm glad you doâŠthought of you while getting them done.â you purr softly, a playful grin on your lips as you tease him.
your hands kept moving, your palm pressing firmly against his sensitive tip as you rub over his slit, the pressure causing his hips to twitch. your other hand, cupped his heavy balls, fingers played wide to massage them gently yet with the need to milk him. the sharp edges of your long nails occasionally grazing his sensitive skin, creating a delicious friction that added to his mounting pleasure. his hazy eyes drifted downwards to your hands, gaze fixated on the intricate detail etched on each dainty nail.
each letter of his name â T-O-J-I â ⥠proudly displayed in a charming font. the sight drawing a low moan from him, his scarred lip twitching. âholy fuck, doll,â he breathed out, struggling to regain composure.
âyerâ trying to kill me, huh?â the thought of someone else, another man, seeing your nails and knowing you belonged to him made him dizzy. you hum in return, a cheeky grin displayed on your oh-so-glossy lips. âmmm, finally noticed?â you watched as his cock twitched while his hips matched the pace of your strokes; his moans getting deeper like they do when heâs close, the sound making you press your thighs together as your pussy throbbed.
âclose already? gonna make a mess all over my new set?â his eyes narrow as they look into yours, eyebrow twitching at your bratty tone. âfuckinâ bratâmngh,â he growled. but he wouldnât deny it. he was about to cum. faster than heâd like as you now use both of your hands to stroke him faster, spitting right on his cock. his chest heaved with ragged breaths, muscles straining beneath his shirt as you worked him over the edge.
the low-cut top you were wearing not helping as his eyes watched your pretty tits jiggle with how fast you were going. âfuckâfuck, pretty girlââ he sighed with pleasure, not being able to form a single coherent sentence. the angry red tip of his cock swollen as he begins to piston his hips. your strokes matching his rhythm as your own breath begins to quicken. oh, you were definitely soaked. the delicious sight of his cock pulsing in your hand was enough to make you crave for a taste.
leaning forward you kitten lick his sticky weeping tip. the taste of his essence making you moan as it explodes across your tongue. his eyes slamming shut, head tipping back at the overwhelming feeling. more and more pre-cum made its way down to your knuckles slowly dripping down to your wrist. his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, breath hitching as he mumbled, âohâ shit, shit, shit!â quietly trying to keep his sanity.
you take it as a challenge and began squeezing his cock tighter between your hands, twirling your tongue on his thick tip at the same timeâ âmâgonna fffuck,â he slurred out. you watch his hips stutter, abs flexing as he moans through clenched teeth his body trying to curl inwards just like it did when he fisted his own cock. âcâmon babe, give it to me, want to taste you.â your sultry words were enough to have him come undone faster than he could realize. his face contorted in ecstasy as thick ropes of hot cum erupt from his throbbing cock, painting your fingers and splaying across your skin.
his body shudders with each spurt of his cock as you continue to stroke him firmly, rubbing his fat tip with your tongue coaxing out every last drop. âmmm, so messy,â you purr, bringing your now sticky digits to your mouth and licking them clean. âshit⊠youâre insatiable,â he manages to say, running a hand through his disheveled hair. the sight making his spent cock twitch faintly. (âĄ)
âcâmere pretty girl.â he growls, large hand wrapping behind your head pulling you up into a raunchy sloppy kiss, not caring that your lips tasted faintly of his cum. you melt into him with a needy whimper, parting your lips to let his tongue taste yours. his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue breaking the heated liplock, youâre left panting. bringing your hand up to his lips as he delivered a wet peck on your nails and knuckles. his olive eyes darkening with wicked intent as he cups your face with his rough hand.
âneedâya to rack those cute little claws down my back while i wreck that sweet pussy.â oh tonight was definitely going to be a long night.
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đ the xia twins and their total devotion for their meimei ⥠hcs
xia twins who became instantly and irrevocably obsessed with you after josephine introduced you to them
xia twins who were always by your side as you all grew older
xia yizhou who was the older twin always teasing caleb about it
xia caleb who hates when his brother reminds him of it
xia yizhou who is always looked down on as the black sheep between the two, his piercings and tattoos not helping his case
xia caleb who is the sweetest and nerdy twin, soft personality and definitely not as corruptive as his brother
xia yizhou who ever since he could remember would always get detention and into fights while protecting you from bullies
xia caleb who comforts and distracts you, whispering sweet words, as he watched his brother get into yet another fight
xia yizhou who stops beating bullies up (at least in front of you, once he saw you flinch away from his touch) :(
xia caleb who makes his meimei understand his brother did it to protect her, not wanting to confess he would've done worse
xia yizhou who gets jealous while watching his twin cuddle his meimei
xia caleb who once he reached a certain age his thoughts became filthy whenever he thought of his meimei
xia yizhou who felt that way ever since he could remember, never caring how filthy or nasty his thoughts were
xia caleb who's a wolf in sheep's clothing
xia yizhou who is a wolf in wolf's clothing
xia caleb who never raises his voice at you
xia yizhou who loves to control you, shaping you into the perfect little girl he wants you to be
xia caleb whose arms you run to when yizhou gege is being a meanie!
xia yizhou who is the main cause you're a spoiled brat, pampering you every single day
xia caleb who loves calling you pipsqueak, honey, or baby apple, loving the way it makes your face flush
xia yizhou who loves calling you babygirl, little brat, or bunny, loving the way it makes you squirm
xia caleb who cooks breakfast every morning for you before you leave for class
xia yizhou who wakes you up with soft kisses on your delicate face after staring at your sleeping face for too long, snapping a picture for later
xia caleb who prepares your lunch and gets your backpack ready for the day, making sure the tracker he had sown inside was still there
xia yizhou who always made time to take and pick you up from class in his motorcycle, digging holes with his stare at anyone that glances at you
xia caleb who has access to all your social media accounts, keeping track of who follows you and dms you, blocking people when he gets bored
xia yizhou who's thinking of setting up a hidden camera in your room, your rebellious phase making him more possessive
xia caleb who takes the role of housekeeper in the household just so he can clean your room and steal your panties
xia yizhou who lays in your bed when you're in class, breathing your scent burying his nose in the plushie he bought you
xia caleb who gets your warm bath ready before you get home from class, choosing which perfume oil you will apply later along with your nightgown and panties
xia yizhou who waits for you in front of your campus, leaning against his motorcycle as he take a long drag of the cigarette you've told him many time to quit
xia caleb whose face softens as he feels your arms wrap around his torso when you get home, hearing "missed you gege" in that sweet voice of yours
xia yizhou who watches from the entrance of the kitchen, leaning against the frame as his eyes appreciating the way your uniform hugs your figure
xia caleb whose lips curl up into a smirk as he watches his brother undress their meimei with his eyes
xia twins who can't wait to corrupt and ruin their pure meimei âĄïŸ
mean gege fucks different. he comes out when you push and push and push, depriving him of affection all day, disobeying, stomping your feet and spitting cruel words at him when he tries to fix it, like you are asking for punishment. he drops his hips down into you, warm skin slapping against your ass with a mind-numbing feral intensity as he drives through your spasming walls.
he grinds in equally desperate measure, rolling his hips until he reaches your deepest part. he's not gentle. the force of it pushes you down into the mattress in a way that almost forces the air from your lungs. and when he holds it, buried to the hilt, he's so heavy and so deep inside that you convulse beneath him, croaking out something incomprehensible.
"where's my good girl?" he grunts into your neck as he humps your assâthick muscular thighs tensing either side of you. "so naughty all day.... where'd gege's good little girl go?"
his fingers invade your mouth again, already slick with drool from the way he intermittently plays with your tongue. it stops you attempting to answer. he doesn't need an answer. he knows you get him riled up like this on purpose; he knows sometimes you just want to cry buried under his heavy body and forget everything else. brainless and wordless; empty entirely besides your big bother's throbbing cock.
"you like it when gege is mean, hm? such a bad girl..." he licks at your wet cheek, lapping up your tears as you suckle at his finger between sobs. "it's okay... let go. just cry for me. take gege's fat cock and cry on my fingers, mm? that's it..."
i posted a video to go along with this on my twitter
ââ .⊠a/n : i realised for the first time i didn't make caleb call you pipsqueak but he would. dogleb is huge, okay? MASSIVE. I've seen plenty of doghybrid!caleb fics and wanted to do my own. this was sitting in my drafts so decided to edit and post it. this is also proof that i can write both crack and filth. thank you very much.
The cats and dogs? Enemies. Mortal. Legendary. Just like oil and water. Just like you and Caleb the Dawg.
And yet. Somehow. For some cat-astrophic reasonâ You two share a dorm room. A single, tiny, infested (with his big brown hair) dorm room. You're still not sure which divine power fucked up your reincarnation this badly.
Your daily life? Avoid. Evade. Escape. Your class schedule is surgically chosen so it never overlaps with his. Youâve learned his basketball practice timings like your life depends on itâbecause it DOES. Because that big dumb mutt treats you like youâre his own personal squishy, purring plushie. You scream every time he hugs you. You claw at the air like a demon being exorcised.
But does he stop? NO. Because apparently he thinks your angry hisses are âso adorable, omg look at you đ„șđâ
And today? Oh, today was supposed to be perfect. Basketball practice till late. Thunderstorm warning. Peaceful cat evening in fuzzy socks, camisole, and those cute shorts you wonât admit are for your own mirror thirst traps. Youâre lounging. Comfy. Soft. No dog. No noise.
UntilâŠ
âMEOWWWWWWWWW WHAT THE FUCKââ
A HUGE, WET, TAIL-WAGGING TACKLE slams into the couch and sends your entire soul flying.
âYOUâYOU STUPID DAWG!!!â Youâre flailing beneath him like a freshly caught fish, slapping his face with a pillow.
He's wagging his tail like you just told him you love him.
âYOUâRE DRIPPING WETâGET OFF ME YOU BIG GOLDEN RATââ
He whines, rubbing his cheek on your head like youâre a stuffed toy. âYouâre so warmmm, kittyyyy~ missed you so bad~ storm cancelled class so I RAN here, arenât you proud of me?!â
âNO?! I HATE YOU?!â You kick your legs. You scream. You elbow him in the ribs.
He just laughs. Tail thumping the sofa like a drum solo.
By some godly miracle, you manage to wiggle free and stand up, absolutely soaked now and fuming.
âYou just ruined my ENTIRE night, dawg,â you say, flipping him off as you yank a blanket off the couch. âCats and dogs were never supposed to co-exist. This dorm is a battlefield. Every day I wake up and wish youâd get neuteredââ
He blinks. â...do you even know what that meansââ
âSHUT UP.â Your tail poofs aggressively.
âAnd stop calling me kitty like you own me! I swear, one more paw on me and Iâm filing a restrainiââ
KRRRRAKOOOOOMMMM!!! A monstrous thunderclap shatters the sky.
Your ears twitch. Your eyes blow wide open. Your tail springs. "...meow?" You freeze. And thenâ âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAâ!!â You scream. Full-body leap. Straight into his arms.
Now heâs sitting on the couch againâshirtless, smug, arms around your waistâwhile you cling to him like the worldâs sassiest thunder-phobic baby.
Heâs wagging his tail so hard the whole couch vibrates. âYou were saying something about dogs and cats not cuddlingâ?â You glare up at him from his chest. "...don't test me. I'll scratch your nipples off."
He grins. âPurr for me first.â You slap him. He licks your hair. You shriek.
You donât even realize it until your tail starts swaying lazily. Youâre 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 youâre PURRING IN HIS ARMS LIKE A WHIPPED HOUSE CAT !!!
You snap out of it like someone dunked you in cold water. âWHAT THE FUCKââ You jump off, almost knocking him over, and land in a crouch. Fangs out. Eyes slit. Middle finger up like itâs a deadly weapon. âDONâT. TEST ME. DAWG.â You growl through gritted teeth.
He just blinks, his dumb puppy smile still stuck to his face. âI wasnât testing you⊠I just missed you so muââ
KRRRRRAAAKKKKâ!!! Another thunder. You SHRIEK. Vanish. Gone. Under the sofa. Caleb stares. The cushions are still warm. The purring still ringing in his ears. And youâre now⊠a puffball trembling in a cramped corner like thunder personally betrayed you.
And he laughs. Noâhe SNORTS. Wheezes. Slaps his hand on the couch. âY-You look like aâlike a soggy sock someone stuffed under the bed!!â
âSHUT UP YOU BIG TALL MUTT!!â
âOkay okayâokay Iâm sorry!â Heâs still giggling as he kneels beside the couch, ducking down. âCome out, kitty, Iâll protect youââ
You SNARL. Your claws SWIPE.
âAckâ!â He yelps, recoiling, forearm bleeding with a scratch that wasnât even that deep. But his ears go flat.
Tail droops. Eyes wide and wet. ââŠyou hurt me,â he pouts, holding his arm. âI was just trying to helpâŠâ
And just like that, guilt settles in like a heavy raincloud. You peek your head outâonly 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.
ââŠwhat are you staring at, perv?â
â...n-nothing!!!â He spins around so fast his tail whacks the wall. His cheeks are red. You swear steam rises off his head. You crawl outâon all fours, camisole hanging low, shorts riding up your thighs, and you know youâre doing this on purpose now. Because that idiot's face is priceless.
You finally sit back down on the couch, legs crossed.
âPuppies get this dumb when they donât get neutered early, huh?â
âIâwhat does that even mean?!â
You grin. Smug. âIt means youâre hard.â
His soul leaves his body. He grabs a pillow to cover himself, panicking. âNO IâM NOTâSTOPâ!â
âI can smell it, dumbass.â
He whines, covering his face. âIâm trying not toâ!â
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, heâs quiet. Gentle. Big hands curling around your back, pressing you close. He smells like rain and warmth. A soft hum rumbles in his chest. â...I got you,â he whispers. âPromise.â
And you sit there. Breathing. Feeling your heart pound against his. â...itâs dumb.â
âWhat is?â
â...me. Getting scared.â
He nuzzles the top of your head. âNah. Youâre cute.â
A pause. ââŠyou really think Iâm cute?â Youâre not even looking at him, but you feel his smile stretch.
âAlways.â
Another thunder rolls. You flinchâbut this time, you exhale. ââŠthen fuck me.â
He stills. You lean back just enough to see his face. âI saidâwhy donât you fuck me, so I forget about the thunder.â
His eyes go round. Mouth slightly open. Brain buffering so hard you swear you hear the ba-dum of a heartbeat echo. âWh-whatââ
âYouâre hard, Iâm cold. Letâs be useful for once.â
His jaw drops. âC-can you not say it like youâre ordering takeout?!â
âIâll take extra sauce if you shut the hell up and get inside me, dawg.â
And that breaks him.
Because suddenly his lips are on yoursâdesperate, needy, stupidly affectionate like heâs been waiting forever. He fumbles a little, trying to get your shorts down, tail wagging so hard he knocks a lamp over. âOopsâsorryâwaitâI gotcha, babyââ
âJust shut up and fuck alreadyâ!â
Heâs bigâobnoxiously big, the kind that stretches you in a way that has your tail curling around his thighâand he whines every time you clench around him. âFuckâc-canât believe you're letting meââ he groans, eyes fluttering. âYou feel so goodâoh my godââ
You scratch down his back, panting. âIf you donât move faster, Iâm scratching more than thatâ!â
âY-yes maâamâ!!â
He's so damn eager, like heâs 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. âMineâmineâmineâgonna knot youâfuck, youâll smell like meââ
âYouâre disgusting.â
âYou love it.â You do. But youâd rather die than admit it out loud.
So you grab his cheeks, pull him in close, and whisper against his lipsâ ââŠstill hate you tho.â
He grins. âHate me harder.â His cock is massive just like him. Long, thick, veinyâtoo 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. âH-holy fuckâCalebââ 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. âYou feel so good, kittyâso fuckin' tight, shitââ
He stares down, wide-eyed and ruined as he watches his cock disappear into you. Youâre soakedâdisgustingly so. There's slick all over his length, dripping down your thighs, pooling under your ass. âGonna break meââ you whimper, eyes rolled back, tits jiggling every time he slams into you.
He just lets out a breathy âfuck,â 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 agoâ And now youâre just moaning and melting, unable to form a single insult.
âWhereâd all that sass go, huh?â he pants, leaning over to suck on your bouncing tit, tongue hot and wet. âTalk to me now, kittyâcâmon, flip me off again.â
You whimper, squirming. âC-Can'tâŠâ
âAww,â he coos, condescending and smug. âYou liked being put in your place, huh? My little pillow princess isnât so tough now.â
Your fangs peek through your parted lips, eyes unfocused. Heâs hitting too deep. You canât even think straight. He wraps a hand around your throatâgently, possessively, thumb brushing your jaw. âI should knot you,â he growls, hips bucking faster. âTie you up nice and good. Fill this cunt so full youâll leak for days.â
Your tail jerks, your nails dig into his shoulders, and you cry out like a feral cat in heat. âCalebâCalebâshitfuck, pleaseââ
âYouâre begging now? Thought you hated me.â He nips your neck, biting right where your collarbones meet. You clench around him hard and he groans, hips stuttering. âFuckâyou want me to breed you that bad?â
You canât 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 wayâand thatâs what makes you snap. Your legs tremble, eyes crossing as your orgasm hits like a truck.
But he doesnât stop. âOh no no, kitty,â he pants, smirking like the wicked dog he is. âYouâre not done.â
Youâre whimpering now, twitching under him, body limp, slick gushing out around his dick as he continues to fuck you through it.
âIâve been patient. Iâve been so good, letting you run around hissing at me like some grumpy little gremlinâbut now?â He leans down to whisper, low and rough in your ear. âYouâre gonna take every drop I give you.â
You shudder. Clench again. And then he knots. You feel itâthe swell, the pressure, the obscene stretch as his cock locks inside you and your brain just fries. Heâs 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. âGood kitty,â he pants, kissing your temple. âYou took it all so well.â
Youâre cockdrunk. Barely breathing. Youâre gonna kill him later. You swear it. But for now⊠all you can do is melt against his big, trembling frame.
âŠlater that night you're curled on top of him, still knotted, body warm and used and twitchy. Your ears flick. â...dawg?â
âMhm?â
ââŠfuck you.â
He chuckles, tail thumping lazily. âYou already did, baby.â
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synopsis. you never thought your sweet boyfriend would have intimate piercings
cw. smut Ë piercings Ë nipple play Ë dry humping Ë not proofread
the last thing you ever expected when your boyfriend took his shirt off, were nipple piercings.
three months into dating caleb, you've come to realize that he's just so good. he helps old grannies cross the street, he teaches the neighborhood kids how to throw basketballs into hoops. he's like the cute innocent boy next door. he's just inherently good natured.
so it's to your surprise when you've been kissing him senseless for the past half hour and he takes off his shirt, for you to see two shiny barbells going through his nipples. not that there was anything wrong with it, but you never took him for the type to do things like this.
and so you sit stunned on his bed, staring intently with your jaw dropped. caleb sits in front of you, shirtless while his jeans are unbuttoned but still hang dangerously low on his hips. a goofy grin plastered on his face while he takes in your reaction.
"you. . . are- are those real?" you ask in a daze, still in shock of his appearance.
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. youâre 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 adamâs apple to gently suck at it. a breathless whine escapes calebâs 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. heâs 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 calebâs 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 canât help but moan against his skin, vibrations coursing through your mouth to his tit.
âhaah- fuck.â 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 heâs transformed back into his cutesy self.
đ ϱ sum. nerd caleb stifles your sounds! cw : mdni, exhibitionist kink, stomach bulging, squirting, mean dom! caleb.
you werenât supposed to be doing thisâ hell, you were supposed to be doing everything else in the world rather than getting broken into by caleb. in a library of all places.
â f-fuuuck,â caleb swallows, making a point to quiet his moans, as the sheer volume would get you both banned from every library across the world. your sopping cunt slurps him in fully, with sultry sounds and your pleasure stricken face to top it all off. or maybe itâs how heâs taking you in a public area where anyone could walk in at any time; the sheer feeling of being outside and careless fills him with unexplainable glee. your fingers desperately hold onto the rocking table, legs spread open wide to fit his slim hips slamming into you, struggling to hold back every mewl of encouragement and his name. â youâre one nasty girl, seducinâ me just to get fucked out in the open, but you donât care, do you?â
the answer is evidently no.
you whined, hazy, glossed over eyes staring into his as your manicured nails pinched and pulled at your perked nipples. caleb was impressively thick, a fact that never failed to surprise you once you remembered he was a loser virgin before you who somehow adapted to what you liked, being able to fuck you into a speechless mess as of today. â haaaarder, caleb! need it to be meaner, please.â
â h-hah, would if i could, you know t-that. but weâre in a public space, or did that airy head of yours forget, huh?â he groans, pressing a hand to firmly push down on your bulging lower stomach, making you whine out. you feel so full, devastatingly so as the hand pressing you further into the rocking table makes you keenly aware that your walls are being stretched fully to accommodate the thick span of his staggering cock. you whine, legs squeezing around his hips, locking your ankles around his broad back to pull him in impossibly deeper, giving a cute, dick drunk giggle as caleb prays to every god there is to be quiet and not to cum quickly. â not a thought in your brain besides getting fucked and being a dirty mess for me, but you like it that way. just look at how yerâ squeezinâ me in.â
â i donât care whoâs around! want you to be mean, c-caleb. fuck! donât a-act like you donât want to be.â
caleb loved studying your facial expressions. the way your eyes would brighten with lewdness as the tip of his cock would bottom in your walls, or how you cutely scrunched your face when he hit your sweet spots with little to no effort. and he especially loved the sweet sounds youâd makeâ a gasp when he briefly brushed against your cervix, or the punctured out gasps that would leave your chest in hot heaves of air when he felt like being extra degrading and using your body until it was close to breaking beyond repair.
you open your mouth to voice another complaint, where a strong hand cuts you off, albeit rudely.
â nothing. donât say anything else. bite on my necklace ân keep your mouth shut, yeah?â he removes his hand, and you do what he demanded. your teeth bite down on the jiggling dog tags hovering above you, for which he rewards your obedience with firm swirls against your twitching clit. the indecent, sopping sounds filled in the environment where your usual moans lacked, continuing to keep teary eye contact with the man above you, making your senses surrender and fill with him. â goood girl, you can listen after all, hmm. from now on, your pussy âs doing all the talking.â
you moan, feeling his length buck into your pussy with animalistic thrusts, kiss-plumped lips turned into a teasing smirk, while his eyes intensely stare at yoursâ in fact, he reaches out his hand, entwining his long fingers with your strands, refusing to let you look away from his hypnotizing gaze. not even for a second.
calebâs thick cock broke into you with frightening velocity; seeing how you jerk with a shrill but quiet mewl, he knew that he had hit past your sweet spot and firmly against your sensitive cervix. the dog tags in your mouth are the only thing keeping you grounded, preventing you from slipping beyond a frenzied state as you slobber around the warming silver in your mouth.
â feel ya clenching around me, youâre close arenât you? mmph, you donât know it, but youâre way cuter when your mouth is full.â
unexpectedly, your orgasm crashes over you. the pressure builds and builds until youâre clenching desperately his cock, suffocating every length, including his thickened base, with juices squirting from your pussy. your back arches into a deep bend, as your nails dig into your palms, moaning around the intruder in your mouth as youâre still being fucked into the tableâ rocking the object obscenely against the floor.
â pussyâs so g-greedy, yknow how to take it all like a good girl.â his breath hitches in his throat, both hands are now littering your hips with deep, purple blooming bruises as youâre aware heâs keenly close to pumping you full of cum. his glasses sit crooked on his nose bridge, as sweat drips down his forehead and his neckâ despite that, he doesnât look close to tired, having the stamina of a pro it seemed like. his length drove into you so deeply, making your upper body push back into the rocking object beneath you, teeth still caught around his necklace, making his body follow where you tugged him. the action doing more to him than you realized as he came.
and fuck is it a lot.
filling every corner impossible inch of your pussy with lewd fluids, until most of it spills out onto the table. not that either one of you are present enough to care. â weâre making suchâa mess, pips. not that you care, fuck, think theyâre gonna check the cameras later?â
â what?â
â ah⊠i shouldâve stopped, but the library attendant definitely heard us, i bet sheâs still looking over here.â
â what!â you sit up with panic, completely ready to fly out the cursed library and somewhere to the nearest airport to move far away and change your identity, lust got in the way of all rationality once again.
â hah, made you look! i honestly didnât think youâd fall for it.â it doesnât matter where you are or how nasty you fuck, caleb is still a virgin loser.
gentle and sweet reminder to writers and readers out there that have an issue w dark content or say things like âdonât normalise it!â absolutely no one is normalising dark content no matter how itâs written itâs labeled as dark content for a reason if it makes you uncomfortable then itâs a you thing you can go past it but to claim that writers who indulge in dark content (9 times out of 10 for personal reasons being they mightâve experienced smth like that themselves or simply for writing purposes. no one is on a film directorâs ass when they direct for assault or harassment or murder r they) are normalising it? is a very entitled statement and genuinely offensive to the ppl who have experienced said situations that you have an issue with. no one is normalising something traumatising that sm ppl have experienced. it is simply their own choice and decision about what to do with their own trauma, its understandable if it makes some ppl uncomfortable but claim that it shouldnât be normalised (when it never was) and that the writers who write it are disgusting and âneed helpâ? is a very questionable statement
tojiâs thick arms were always the safest place in the whole world, especially on nights like this when the rain pattered soft against the windows and your little apartment smelled like the takeout heâd brought home just for you.
except now the food was long gone and his thick, calloused fingers were knuckle-deep in your fluttering cunt, carving you open with that lazy, practiced curl that always made your toes curl up in your socks.
youâd already cum three times for himâ once on his tongue, twice on those beefy digitsâbut the he wasnât done playing with his favorite toy. not even close. his free hand pinned your squirmy hips down to the sheets, soaked mostly with sweat, keeping you right where he wanted you while his thumb circled your swollen clit like he owned it.
which, as far as he was concerned, he did.
âopen your eyes, baby,â he rumbled low, voice all gravel and smoke, lips curled in that smug smirk that made your tummy flutter as he leaned down to kiss sloppily all around your heat. âmade ya cum three times already and youâre still clenching around my fingers like you need more. pretty girl wants it real bad tonight, huh?â
you whimpered, all soft and broken, thighs twitching helplessly around his thick wrist. your thin nightgown was bunched up around your waist, tits spilling out the top where he tugged the straps down, nipples pebbled and shiny from where heâd sucked them raw earlier.
his frame loomed over you when he sat upâbroad shoulders flexing and muscles rippling and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, that black hair falling messy over his sharp green eyes.
âp-please, toji,â you hiccuped, voice all high and shaky, hips trying to chase the pressure building deeeep in your belly.
your puffy lips glistened, slick dripping down to your ass and puddling beneath you, but he just kept pumping, scissoring, rubbing that spongy spot inside you over and over until your eyes rolled back.
âiâ âs too much i-i canâtââ
âshhh, easy, dollface,â he cooed, deceptively sweet, but his fingers never slowed.
he leaned down, hot breath fanning over your clit as he spat right onto it, rubbing it in with his thumb. âyouâre gonna gush for me like a good girl, yeah? uh huh, just like weâve been practicing all this time. make a mess of these sheets so i can lick it up after.â
your back arched clean off the bed when he added a third finger, stretching you until you cried out again. the wet, obscene squelch of your messy hole filled the room, syncing with the creak of the bedframe under his weight as he shifted to sit back on his heels.
his free hand slid up your tummy, pressing down firmly right below your belly button, and oh godâ that pressure, squeezing the orgasm right out of you.
âa-ah, itâs.. âm gonnaââ your voice cracked into a squeak, that deep, bladder-tight ache making it difficult to stay still. your thighs spasmed, little tremors racing up your spine and making you jolt.
âthatâs it, babygirl. let it happen. squirt for this old man like the pretty little fountain you are,â he bit back a groan, fingers curling harder, faster, thumb flicking your clit in tight, mean circles, eyes locked onto where his hand was working eagerly.
âcâmon, baby, soak me. i know you can, just give it to me.â
you tried to hold it, wanting to prolong the feeling of being on the edge, but toji knew your body better than you did. he pressed down on your tummy again, leaned in to suck your clit between his lips with a wet pop, teeth grazing, and that was all it took.
your whole body seized up, vision whiting out as the orgasm ripped out of you.
you squirted hard, hot, clear liquid gushing out around his fingers in pulsing spurts. it sprayed across his forearm and jaw as he pulled his face away to watch, soaked the sheets in a big shiny puddle, somehow even splashed up onto his scarred chest.
the sound was so lewd, wet and messy, your pussy fluttering and gushing endlessly like it was trying to push his hand out and pull it back in all at once.
âfuuuuck yeah, there she is,â toji groaned, not stopping, just slowing his fingers to milk every last drop from you.
âlook at my messy baby makinâ such a big, pretty puddle. good girl, such a good fuckinâ girlâkeep squirting, doll, âm not done yet.â
you were crying by now, soft little sobs mixing with moans as the aftershocks rolled through you, each one forcing another weak spurt of slick from your overworked cunt. your legs were jelly, spread wide and trembling, and it wasnât until your hips started pulling away from overstimulation that toji finally eased his fingers out with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean like he was tasting the sweetest candy.
âmmh. taste like candy, baby,â he murmured, eyes half-lidded with pure satisfaction.
he crawled up your body, that massive, beefy frame caging you in, breathing you in.
âthree orgasms, one big squirt.. and youâre still looking at me with those big, sad eyes? you want more, donâtcha?â
he kissed your forehead, deceptively gentle, then nipped at your bottom lip with a grin.
âdonât worry, baby. iâm just getting started. think you could do it again? wanna feel her squirt around my cock.â
In which you jump out of a moving car to spite Boyfriend!Sukuna
ââbecause he was just making conversation!â
Sukuna scoffs, knuckles turning white as his grip tightens on the steering wheel. âBullshit. That guy wanted to fuck you.â
âOh my god. So what!â you yell. âItâs not like I was gonna fucking let him!â
âCoulda fooled me.â
Just like that, your angry face, which matches his, warps into one of calm decision. With speed he doesnât see coming, you unbuckle your seatbelt, push open the passenger door and jump out of the moving car into the dead of night.
The car screeches to a halt not even a second later.Â
Youâre pushing yourself up and testing the soreness in your ankle when a car door slams shut and Sukuna comes marching over to you. âYou crazy, fucking bitch!â he snaps. Sukuna grabs your face, growling when you try to pull away. He inspects every inch of you, brows furrowed, and piercings glinting under the streetlights. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you!â
âI got a bitch ass boyfriend, thatâs whatâs wrong with me,â you grumble.
He ignores that. âYou break anything? Wrist? Ankle? Dislocated your shoulder?â You shake your head. âWell, thatâs a fucking shame.â Though as he says that, he canât quite hide the tremors in his hands. Quieter now, he mutters with a tight frown, âScratched your pretty face up. Fuck. Lost your one redeeming quality.â
âOkay, so Iâm gonna walk home,â you say, deadpan. âIâll see you around, asshole.âÂ
Sukuna runs a hand through his hair with a frustrated noise. Then he smacks his lips against yours before you can actually start walking away (not that heâd let you get very far). âAlright, alright. You fucking win. Congrats. Christ. Get back in the car â weâre going to the hospital to get you checked out. Fucking dumbass.â
A hospital visit later, youâre in bed with him, cuddled up like nothing happened. Itâs how arguments with him tend to go; neither of you really hold grudges against each other. Not when youâve fucked any grievances out after. The last mention of todayâs incident, however, comes in his sleepy mumble against the top of your head: âpush me out instead.â
âHmm?â
Sukunaâs hold around your body tightens, threatening to suffocate you with his hard chest. âDonât jump out of the car. Itâs stupid. Your bodyâs weak. Skin bruises easily. Cuts easily too. Just kick me out instead. I deserve it, I know... bonus points if it's into oncoming traffic.â
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Synopsis: Toji, the TA, won't bump up your latest essay a couple marks, not with just some begging at least, so you try a different method:
good ol' pussy persuasion
Warnings: toji art by @/youKa.i on insta, smut, porn with a lil plot, nerd!toji, a couple years older than reader but both students, reader harasses him but don't save him he's right where he wants to be, some comedy aspect, college au, non curse au, f!reader, blowjob under the desk, unethical behaviour, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, briefest choking, sex against the window, pĂșssy inspection, belly bulging, overstimulation, spitting, a little fisting I guess or almost, Toji's poor so this is canon compliant jkjk, creampie and unprotected sex, brief pussyjob, size kink/difference, hidden sex, not proofread
Word Count: 10.7k
âFor the last time,â he drawls, âIâm not bumping you up a grade.â
You groan, pushing your legs to catch up to him faster.
âCome on, I need this. Iâm not asking you to break the rules. All I want is for you to reread my essay and find extra marks, which you will!â
Toji Fushiguro is a tough nut to crack, though he doesnât look it â one glance at him and one would think heâs a laidback TA. Heâs the exact opposite; he takes his job a little too seriously.Â
For days now, youâd been hounding him, pleading with him and degrading yourself all for him to âremarkâ your last paper and âcoincidentallyâ find a few extra marks that would push you to the top performing spot youâd been eyeing since forever. Each time you rushed into his office, waited for him after his classes, and followed him to his apartment, heâd shrugged you off with the same âI donât get paid enough for thisâ look in his eyes.Â
Rounding the corner, his long legs making no accommodations for your shorter ones, he says, âNo. If you wanted better results, you should have put in a better performance. Surely youâre smart enough to work out that thatâs how life works.â
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 donât care. âDonât 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 youâre overworked and underpaid.â
He stops.
Your face bumps into this back, forehead nearly bruised by the hardness.Â
His brows rise above his glasses as he fixes you a look. âKid, your essay was good â decent introduction, clear structure, sufficient evidence â but itâs not good enough for the extra marks to push you into the top band. Your closing argument fell flat âcause of your wishy-washy writing style, you didnât adequately humour the counter arguments and undermine them to strengthen your thesis, and, worst of all, you misspelt âcomplement.ââ
A frown graces your features.Â
âNo, I didnât. C. O. M. P. L. I. Mââ
âNo. With an I, itâs to flatter someone. With an E, itâs to enhance, pair well, or complete another thing.â Toji explains rather robotically, eyes still dead and voice monotone. âFor example, if I said youâre a pretty girl, thatâs a compliment. And if I said, your essay goes well with the trashcan over there, thatâs a statement that suggests the two complement each other. See the difference?â
Heâs already stalking off again, hands in his pockets, huge stature unwilling to accommodate the people walking down the hallway.Â
You break into a jog, panting embarrassingly by the time you reach him. âDude, weâve known each other for three years. Weâve gone through a lot together. Weâre basically friends. Canât you do your best pal a solid?â
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, âWe know each other because weâre on the same course, not by choice. And I donât know what you mean by the whole âweâve gone through a lot togetherâ thing â the most dramatic thing weâve faced is when the projector didnât work and we had to go into a different hall. And weâre definitely not friends.â
Well, fuck, youâre running out of rope.Â
âThen, letâs officially be friends,â you offer, elbowing him gently. âIf you ever need help, buddy, Iâll always have your back.â Then, in an act of complete desperation, you begin shakily singing, âYouâve got a friend in me. Youâve got a friend in me. When the road looks tough aheadââ
A heavy hand shoves you away by your head. You stumble into a bulletin board.
âEnough,â he gruffs. âMy dayâs already fucked because the prof lost his papers and wants to blame me. I donât need to lose my hearing on top of that.â
Your head flits around. âDid you guys see that?â People give you weird looks. âHe just shoved me. The TA just shoved me. We need to protest his violent behaviour by demanding he remarks our papers. Whoâs with me?â
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. âItâs the menâs bathroom. Tell me youâre not shameless and stupid enough to come in here.â
âIâll wait outside.â
His eye twitches.Â
As though an idea comes to him, he straightens ever so slightly. âIâm gonna take a dump; youâll be waiting a while.â
âThatâs okay â I have no more classes so take your time but make sure you donât stay sitting down longer than you need to,â you tell him, smiling innocently and standing aside to let a guy walk out, ignoring the freaked out face he makes at you. âYou can get hemorrhoids."
He groans. âJesus fucking Christ, woman.âÂ
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.Â
God, heâs so stubborn.Â
Itâs not like giving you the marks docks his pay or lowers the professorâs opinion of him. Heâs clearly just being an ass.Â
If he wasnât such a good TA, a genuinely intelligent man, you would have gone above his head and asked for the profâs personal assessment. But no, he has to be knowledgeable, a helpful source of information when youâre 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 whoâs never declined a meeting for clarification on something you wrote.Â
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 youâve never actually seen him hang out with friends or go to parties. Maybe he doesnât 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.Â
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 youâre especially interested.
Itâs 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, âFushiguro? You doing okay? Is it stuck? For a couple extra marks, Iâll give you a hand.â
No one replies.Â
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 isnât 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. Youâd 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 heâd never forgotten it. Instead, heâs just like that: does things by the book, does his job well, and achieves the best grades with ease.Â
Naturally, heâd become the professorâs 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 wonât ever make concessions for you.
Sure, you shouldnât ask him to, but itâs not like youâre asking for much. Youâre generally a high performing student â punctual, hard working, ambitious â but you had one bad day which resulted in one bad essay and it lowered your average and now the internship youâd been eyeing could be snatched from your hands in a blink of an eye.Â
âItâs just not fair,â you cry out to your teddy bear. âItâs three marks. Three! Would it kill him to reread my essay and find those three marks?â
Mr. Teddy stares back at you and says, âHeâs a grumpy man. Donât take it personally.â
You sit up, blinking and processing his reply.
âTeddyâŠyouâre 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 wonât pull favours for me, student to student, maybe heâll pull favours for me man to woman.â
The plushie falls to the bed as you stand, staring at yourself in the mirror and formulating a plan.Â
With that you decide to seek him out the next day, sporting a new outfit and a different attitude.
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âHi.â
âFuck off.â
The cafeteriaâs busy. It always is. Itâs loud enough that most people wouldnât even hear the exchange â chairs banging on tile, trays clattering, someone laughing too loudly at a table nearby.Â
Tojiâs 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 donât 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. Heâs 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 doesnât look up. But he knows itâs 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. Tojiâs gaze doesnât waver. He continues to stare at you like youâre a pest.Â
âYou canât take no for an answer?â he asks though itâs not a question at all. âMight want to retake the consent course.â
Manicured fingers walk up his bare forearm before scratching down from his elbow. His skin is warm. Light dusting of hair tickling your fingertips. âOh, Toj, have I ever told you how handsome you are? Because you really are. Youâre so damn hot I can hardly focus on the lectures.â
He snorts, still eating his noodles and still refusing to look at your cleavage. âThatâll explain why youâre missing marks.â
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, âThe only thing Iâm missing is your cock in me, big boy.â
Toji meets your eyes again. His scarred lips twitch. âI donât need to tell you that was bad, do I?â
You cringe, foot dropping and whole body slumping back into the chair. âYeah, I heard it as soon as I said it.â Then you sit up, handing him his phone, and asks, âAre the noodles good? Iâve never had them.â
Phone pocketed, he shrugs. âTheyâre just the cheapest deal on the menu. Growing girl like you should get something more filling.â
The menuâs 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 youâre not sure you can finish the whole thing.Â
âHey, if I get the Meal Super Cluck Blaster, will you share it with me? Iâve got dinner plans later so I donât want to fill up.â
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. âThat why youâre dressed like a hooker?â he asks lazily. âHot date?â
âNah,â you reply, waving him off. âWore this for yoâ Wait.â You lean forward, staring at him wide eyed. âAre you jealous? Are you in love with me already? Because for extra marks, Iâll cancel my dinner plans and promise myself to you for all eternity.â
Toji rolls his eyes. âGo get something to eat; you sound insane.â
You hop up. âOkay, but stay there, alright? Take my burger because I only want the tenders. Oh, and will you share a pot of cheesecake with me? Iâm lactose-intolerant but I really want cheesecake right now.â
âYeah, yeah.â
Heâs still here when you come back.Â
As soon as you hand him the wrapped up burger, he scarfs it down the way big men do, like they havenât eaten in days. You push him the tenders too. Youâd actually gotten a double serving of everything so you have your own portion of tenders and he gets to eat another burger. Thereâs no way a man his size could survive on udon noodles.
âAlso, letâs not act like you didnât leave me hanging outside the menâs bathroom yesterday,â you bring up after sipping your juice. âCanât believe you left through the bathroom window just so you could get away from me.â
âI didnât,â he says, mouth full and adjusting his glasses.Â
You frown, dipping a piece of chicken in hot honey. âNo, you definitely did. I peeked and there were no feet in any of the stalls. Unless youâre telling me you can grow invisible.â
âJust lifted my legs when I heard you come in, which I knew your crazy ass would do, so I could finally leave in peace. Didnât think itâd take you fifteen minutes though.â
A laugh escapes you. âYou were waiting me out? Does that sound like the mature thing to do? Jeez, you need to act your age.â
Tojiâs eyes meet yours. Your smile falters for the briefest second. âIâm not that much older than you,â he reminds you. âOnly by two years.â
âAnd yet you call me kid or kiddo,â 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 donât sound like that.
He shrugs again, second burger finished in a blink of an eye. âNever hurts to remind yourself.â
âRemind yourself what?â
The legs of his chair screech as he pushes it back. He stands, picking up his tray, and answers, âForget about it. Enjoy your dinner plans. And Iâm taking the cheesecake â no one wants a gassy date.â
âWait,â you call out before he can turn away. âMy marks?â
A pat on the head ruffles your hair.Â
âStill a no, kid.â
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âWhat if I suck your dick?â
Toji lifts his glasses to rub at his eyes. âIâve got a ton of papers to grade for another class; I donât have time for you.â
The door shuts behind you. His office is bare, not a single decoration littering the place, not a plant nor a picture.Â
His office is exactly how you remember it â 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. Itâs the kind of office someone occupies temporarily, like he expects to leave at any moment and doesnât see the point in settling in.
Leaning against the desk anyway, your fingers drum lazily along the edge.
Youâve been here before: once to argue about a paper heâd shredded with red ink, once because youâd missed an exam and needed him to sign a form, and once because youâd 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 â the profâs particular about handwritten essays. Thereâs so much to read through; you do not want to be him.Â
âGod,â you mutter, flipping through a few pages of the stack. âThereâs like fifty here.â
âSeventy-two,â Toji corrects without looking up. His handwriting is sharp and aggressive, red ink slashing through entire paragraphs like heâs committing academic murder. You wince in sympathy for whoever wrote the paper currently being dismantled.
âGood thing you can multitask, canât you? Iâll suck your dick under the desk, you grade papers, and you bump me up a grade. Easy.â
He shrugs you off, hulking body hunched over and pen scratching on the papers, leaving harsh circles and comments like, âwhat the hell does this mean?â and âyou canât just say perchance.âÂ
Toji gruffs, âIâm serious. Take your jokes elsewhere.â
Nah, you think to yourself.Â
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.Â
âYouâre fucking ridiculous.â His foot nudges your knee. âGet the fuck out. Iâll cropdust you if I have to.â
You call his bluff by clutching his clothed cock. He jolts, grunting. Laughing softly, you muse, âYou say all that but you have a semi already â did my proposition get you hard, Toji?â
Youâre rubbing his hard on, trying not to get flustered by how big he feels, and how fat the girth is. Of course heâs big. In hindsight, you really shouldnât have been so surprised; heâs a big man so naturally the proportions will match up.Â
âSuck my dick, donât suck my dick, it doesnât matter,â he says, sighing and probably pinching the bridge of his nose. âYouâre not getting those marks.â
He thinks thatâll stave you off because he knows youâre whoring yourself out for a grade. What he doesnât know is that your stupid little brainâs already forgotten about all of that the moment you felt his cock. Now all you can think about is how youâll have to stretch your lips nice and wide to take him in, and even then, even when your throat is lax and loose, you wonât be able to take him to the base.Â
Toji grunts again, peering down at you. âYou mouthing at my dick? Didâya not hear what I said?â
Like youâve been possessed, you press kisses to where his tip is, humming around it. âI heard, but your dickâs saying other things to me, and I know which I prefer to listen to.â
âMy dickâs not marking your paper, so get the fuck up,â he growls.
âDonât wanna.â
âYouâre fucking killing me here.â
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.Â
Tutting, he wipes away the wetness from your skin.Â
Oh fuck, he really is big.Â
With nothing between you and his dick, you can see him in all his glory in the partial shadow of under his desk â long, thick, flushed red, already shiny at the slit, veiny as hell, hairs at the base wild and unruly, with weighty balls to match. Youâve never seen anything better.Â
Tongue out, you lick him from base to tip, prodding at his frenulum.
âQuit it,â he commands through gritted teeth.Â
You moan wantonly, already addicted to the salt on his kin, to the texture of his veins, to the softness of his cockhead. âToji, youâre so big. I donât think thisâll fit inside me.â
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.Â
Voice hoarse, he mutters, âIf anyone can make it fit, itâll be your stubborn ass.â
Your eyes meet his from under the desk, mischief sparkling in them youâre sure. His cock throbs again. âI thought you had papers to mark, Fushiguro. Maybe you should get on that, no?â
A calloused thumb presses down on your lips, shushing you. It slides down, bringing your bottom lip down with it, before releasing it so itâll 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.Â
Wide as you can, you take as much of his length as possible. You donât 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.
âIf this is supposed to convince me to give you extra marks, then youâre failing real hard, doll,â he notes, gripping the base. âCan barely fit the head, can you?â
Heâs acting like itâs your fault heâs so big.Â
Challenged, you loosen your throat to take him an inch deeper. You gag around the length. Toji curses under his breath. âCareful,â he mutters. âYouâll hurt yourself.â
You ignore him in favour of shallowly bobbing, sucking and licking what you can, as though heâs a lollipop. Itâs 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.Â
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 â 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.Â
It becomes easier to forget why you were here in the first place; youâre just blowing him for your own entertainment now, wanting something to occupy your throat.Â
Then, he asks, as though heâs making casual conversation, âHow was the date?â
âHmm?â
Toji rolls his eyes. âThe date,â he repeats. âHow was it? He pay for the meal? Open doors, see you to your door, kiss you goodnight and shit?â
Your lips stretch into a smile. You release him with a pop! âI didnât go on a date,â you tell him. âMy friends hosted a housewarming party because they moved in together. I had a great time, thanks for asking.â
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.Â
âGood,â he exhales out, thighs flexing around your body. âThatâs real good.â
âMy blowjob skills or that I had a great time?â you ask, words muffled and barely understandable.
âBoth,â he answers. âBoth, doll.â
A knock on the door has you both stiffening. Toji glares down at you and whispers, âItâs the prof. Do not make a sound.â
He didnât need to tell you that â youâre well aware that if you get caught, youâll both face disciplinary action, and will likely be kicked out of the university. Thatâs worse than not getting the internship.Â
The office falls quiet so suddenly you can hear the ticking of the wall clock. Tojiâs hand tightens briefly against the desk as the knock comes again. âCome in,â he calls, voice steady.
The door opens before he even finishes the word.
âAh, Fushiguro, there you are,â the professor says, stepping inside with a stack of papers tucked under one arm. âI wasnât sure if youâd left already.â
From your position under the desk, you can only see shoes. Polished leather. Slow steps across the floor. You donât slide his cock out of your throat, lest it makes a sloppy noise thatâll give you both away. So you breathe through your nose, being very, very quiet.
âNo, I was just finishing up some grading,â Toji replies, cool as a cucumber.
His tone is annoyingly normal. Completely unbothered. Heâs 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?Â
âGood, good.â Papers shuffle. A chair creaks as the professor sits across from the desk. âI actually wanted to ask about the research methods essays.â
Of course he did.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
Toji shifts slightly above you â just enough that the movement brushes your shoulder â and then he leans back in his chair. âYeah?â he says.
âI noticed something odd in the submissions this year,â the professor continues. âHalf the class seems to misunderstand the section on sampling bias.â
He hums thoughtfully. âYou mean where theyâre supposed to explain the limitations of convenience sampling?â
âExactly.â
A sheet of paper slides across the desk.
âYou see this one hereââ
From below, you hear Toji pick it up.
ââthey describe the method correctly, but their conclusion contradicts their own analysis.â
Thereâs 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, theyâre chatting away, talking about your fellow students, with the professor none the wiser that one such studentâs under the desk.Â
âYeah,â he says after a moment. âTheyâre treating correlation like it proves causation.â
âPrecisely!â the professor says, sounding delighted. âItâs surprisingly common.â Another pause. You hear a pen tap the desk twice. âI was thinking next year we might restructure the lecture slightly,â the professor continues. âMaybe introduce a short case study before the assignment.â
âCould work,â Toji replies. âGive them something concrete, tangible, to analyse.â
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 hasnât forgotten about you. The professor keeps talking, completely unaware.
âAlso,â he says, shuffling more papers, âthe literature review sections were stronger this year.â
âMm.â
âI suspect the workshop helped.â
Toji lets out a quiet huff that might be agreement.
âYou handled that well, by the way,â the professor adds. âThe students seem to respond to your feedback.â
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 heâs still leaking salty precum.Â
He grunts, knee crashing up on the wood.Â
The professor asks him if heâs alright, and Toji replies, âFine. Sorry. Just had a cramp.â
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.Â
A sigh fills the room. âI 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.â
âI am having fun,â Toji says, hand coming back to rest on your head, growing heavier and heavier until youâre forced to take him inside your mouth, deeper and deeper. âIn my own way.â
Heâs filling you up more than he was before, now more insistent, no longer so passive. Youâre struggling to take him but heâs not letting up. Fuck, youâre soaked between the legs. Who knew you had an oral fixation?
âWell, good,â the professor says. He pushes his chair back. Your heart jumps in joy. âI wonât keep you any longer, I know those papers wonât mark themselves. Boy do I not envy you.â He laughs. âEnjoy the rest of your day.â
âYou too, Professor.â
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, âYou needy fucking girl. Couldnât wait, could you? Couldnât resist not being a pain my fucking ass. If you want cock so badly, then here you go.â
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 heâs rutting inside your throat displays that nice and clear.Â
âYouâll do anything for a good grade, wonât you? Even debase yourself like this. God, you drive me crazy.â
You gag around his cock but he doesnât pay any mind to that. No, Tojiâs just rutting inside your mouth over and over again, grunting louder and louder now.Â
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.
âFuck!â
Hot cum bursts inside, coating the walls of your throat and your tongue.Â
Toji leans back in his chair, which creaks. You pull him out, coughing at the salty burn. Damn, even his loads are big. Itâs like a cream puff exploded inside your mouth.Â
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 heâs collected on his thumb. âYou good, kid?â he asks, brows furrowed.Â
âYeah,â you respond, voice hoarse and not fooling anyone. âIâm good.â
You take a sip of his water from his water bottle, not caring about the fact that youâre 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 didnât say.
He sighs, tucking himself back in and says, âCome by my place tonight. Hand me your essay again and Iâll reread it. But Iâm not making any promises about finding extra marks, alright? Itâs just a second chance, and the only one youâll get.â
Dopily, you smile at him. âThroat game that good, huh?â
His lips twitch. He shoves you away, smacking your ass as you walk away.
âIâll text you the time and place. Donât be late.â
Nodding, you head for the door, not leaving however till you ask, âShould I wear matching underwear, or is this a strictly keep your clothes on meeting?â
âFuck off before I regret it.â
âLacy thong it is!â
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âShould I spread my legs now or do you want me to fluff you first?â
Tojiâs deadpan face meets you when he opens the door. He sighs as though heâs regretting this already. Regardless, he lets you in.Â
You can tell he showered recently â thereâs the scent of cheap soap lingering on his skin and his hair is still a little damp.Â
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.Â
âIâm serious,â you begin, snuggling up to his side and batting your lashes up at him, âwhat position do you want me? Iâm not the most flexible but Iâm not too bad.â
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. âGo sit down, you horny gremlin. Make some room for your essay and letâs get this over with.â
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, âSo weâre really not fucking?â
He folds himself down too, sitting beside you, knee brushing yours. âI donât solicit sex in exchange for academic favours. Dunno why youâre so surprised by that â canât recall having done anything to make you think otherwise.â
âWell, you did give in after I blew you, soâŠâ
âI was gonna offer before you did all that,â he informs you, snorting. âJust never promised to give you the marks.â
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 itâs so bad he just canât fathom what you were thinking.Â
âSecond paragraph, third line, why the hell is it so convoluted?â he asks, voice returning to that grumpy tone youâre more than familiar with now.
Itâs the latter, it would seem. He really meant business. You shaved and everything for nothing. What a shame.Â
Leaning over, you rest your head on his big bicep, and, with a pout, reply, âI thought it sounded smart; I was pretty proud of that line actually.â
âNo, doll,â Toji says, sighing. âThe simpler the better. Donât purposefully complicate your syntax. Only do whatâs 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?â
âYeah, okay. Simple is better, I get it.â
He continues reading, red pen in hand and making annotations as he goes. Meanwhile, youâre worming your way into his lap: one hand resting on his thigh at first, then a leg thrown over his. He notices what youâre doing â thereâs no way he doesnât know â but he doesnât put up a fight. Eventually, youâre sitting in his lap, his chin resting on your head, and his arms caging you in.Â
Tojiâs warm. Heâs 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.Â
âKeep still,â he reprimands, underlining a phrase twice for emphasis. âYou canât just use jargon if youâre not going to explain it. Itâs bad practice.â
âGot it.â Fiddling with his spare hand, running your fingers down his and over his palm, you ask, âAre academics supposed to have calluses?â
âThey bother you or something?â
âNo, not at all. Iâm just curious.â
He hums. âI do odd jobs here and there, some more manual than others so yeah I built up some calluses.â Without missing a beat, he pivots the topic. âTell me again what the difference is between compliment and complement.â
You bring that hand up to your breast, imploring him to grope your tits as you reply, âWith an I is to praise someone or something, and with an e is to say something matches well with another.â
A moan escapes your lips when he squeezes in approval. Toji mutters, âGood girl. Guess you do listen to me.â 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. âNo bra?â
âI figured you were going to take it off me anyway so I didnât bother,â you say, still pressing his hand to your tit, riding the motions of every grope and flick of your nipple.Â
Another hum.Â
Slowly, you guide that hand down lower. He must know what youâre doing, where you want it to end up, but he doesnât stop you, doesnât reprimand or put up any resistance; heâs curious to see how far youâre willing to go. And youâre curious to see how much restraint he has, how long he can hold out before his façade of nonchalance breaks and heâs fucking up inside you.
You tease yourself, and him, first â his fingers, with your guidance, tease your bare thighs, following the hem of your tight skirt. Growing breathless, you ask, âWhat kind of odd jobs do you do?â
Tojiâs calluses tickle the sensitive skin in your inner thighs just right. Heâs still marking your paper, occasionally fact-checking your ideas and his theories in a textbook on the table. Amused, he retorts, âYou curious about me, doll?â
âHmm, I want to know exactly whose cock will be stretching me out in a minute.â
All while he answers, Tojiâs blunt nails scrape your slit through your panties. Heâs not applying much pressure at all, if any, and yet every skim, every travel up and down has goosebumps rising on your skin.
âN-no,â you answer quickly. âI think thatâs really cool. If I had a body like yours, Iâd take pictures all the time too.â
His laughter rumbles in his chest. An odd sense of pride warms your own. He says, âYour bodyâs more than good enough to sell too, you know. Donât act like you donât know guys give you double takes all the time, or that your ass could stop traffic.â
Giggling, you lean back, gazing up at him with a smile. âDo you stare at my ass sometimes, Toji?â
God, youâre soaked. You can tell, though youâre not embarrassed whatsoever. If anything, youâre 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.
âTell me where you can, and should, insert a semi-colon in paragraph six, and Iâll give you an honest answer.âÂ
He nudges you with his chin. âGo on. Quit thinking with your pussy and give me the right answer.â 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. âTry again, and donât guess.â
âHere,â you snarl, feeling way past pent up. âNow give me my reward.â
Toji huffs. âSemi-colons help for varying sentence structures. Itâs in the little ways you can convey your points compellingly. Donât underutilise the right punctuations.â
âYeah, yeah, smarty pants. Rub my clit and answer my question already.â
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. âFuck, doll, youâre dripping.â Toji doesnât 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.Â
Finally, he answers, âI stare at your ass all the fucking time after I glare at the losers whose eyes wander from their laptop screens . Iâm a big, fucking hypocrite â that what you wanna hear?â
âFuck yes!â
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. âLook at you, all desperate to have my cock inside you. And for what? For a couple marks? Youâre not ashamed?â
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?
âIâm horny! Are you gonna fuck me or not?â
In a split second, you find your world spinning. Your back falls on something hard. Youâre staring up at the ceiling, papers scattered beneath you. Rough hands tug you down by your thighs. When you peer down, Tojiâs staring up at you from between your lips.
âYeah, Iâm fucking you. You already knew I was gonna. You gonna let me taste your pussy first?â A challenging brow quirks up, like heâs waiting for you to push him away.Â
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 Adamâs apple bobbing. âEven your pussyâs pretty. Fucking gorgeous.â Running a hand through his hair, he says, âYouâre always such a pain, arenât you?â
âI canât help that every part of meâs pretty,â you reply, twirling your hair.
âShut up and play with your tits â I like a show with my dinner.â 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.Â
You gasp. âFuck, Toji!â
In spite of his aggressive tone, you pull down your top, letting your tits bounce out. Those eyes follow every jiggle. âGood girl,â he rasps. âSqueeze them for me nice and hard. Good. Real fucking good.â
His glasses are foggy now with your own humidity, rattling with every movement. Heâs eating your pussy out like heâs starved, like heâs never tasted anything better, like heâs going to make sure not a single trace of you can be found in his apartment after heâs done with you.Â
Growling, he spread your thighs wider. âCourse youâve got a sweet pussy,â he says, brows furrowing in what appears to be anger. âCourse itâs sweeter than that fucking cheesecake. Course Iâll be craving you till I die.â
Fingers tangle in his hair, tugging for purchase. âNgh, Toji, my clitâŠsuck my clit!â
âYeah, yeah.â
Those scarred lips, the very ones youâve 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. âOh fuck, thatâs so good.â
Filthy squelches are being wrung out of you, and you know heâs 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.Â
âYouâre fucking tight,â he hisses. âYouâre gonna struggle taking all of me later.â Then he barks a laugh, spare hand pressing down on your belly where the pressure builds up. Your toes curl. âA better man would take pity on you, go slow or wait another day, but Iâve already had my tongue inside your cunt so Iâll spare you the gentleman act.â
More fingers shove in, ignoring the screech that you let out. Youâve never had more than two and yet all four of his thicker, longer fingers are inside pushing your walls to their very limits.Â
Despite that, he remarks, entertained by the shock on your face which he studies through his glasses, âSuck it up, buttercup â my cockâs thicker than this, you know that.â
You do.Â
Itâs all youâve been thinking about all day. Hours after, your jawâs 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.
âYeah, my cock canât wait to feel you too,â Toji says, not to you but to your pussy which is squelching lewdly and loudly. âHad to resist jerking my dick raw all day so you better make it good for me.â
Is it seconds later, or minutes, maybe hours, when you cum?
How ever long it is no one can deny itâs the strongest orgasm of your life.Â
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?Â
âStop,â you cry out. âNo more, please!â
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.Â
Lips and chin glistening, he kisses both inner thighs, which tremble.Â
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. Itâs dark out and all you can see are the lights of peopleâs rooms in the apartment across. There are families lounging, dogs sleeping, TVâs blaring.Â
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 youâre still wearing. In a flash, youâre 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.Â
âNext office hour,â he starts, lazily spreading your pussy lips and smearing your juices around so he can listen to the squelches and keep your squirming, âyou better leave your panties with me. Consider it payment.â
You laugh. âSure.â
Groggily, you try to keep your head up, wondering what youâre doing by the window, still a little out of it. A hand clutches your jaw, aiding you.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you against this window,â he announces, leaving no room for arguments. âYou want those extra marks? Then youâre gonna be a good girl and take my cock like a champ.â
Ass gyrating back against the hot, heavy thing still confined in sweatpants, you wonder, âDo you have an exhibitionism kink?â
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. âNo, I have a âget my timeâs worth from shameless women who waste my time with demands for better grades by humiliating themâ kink.â
âSounds long. We should get that shortened,â you drawl.
His cockhead slides through your pussy, coating itself in your wetness. The fat thing bumps against your clit. You shudder.Â
Satisfied with your natural lubrication, he prods your entrance. âYeah, we should. Letâs call it, Shut The Fuck Up And Take It.â
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.Â
Youâre taking so much of his length so quickly that it should be painful. Despite that, thereâs not an ounce of pain, not one you didnât like at least â only the overwhelming pleasure of being filled up is resonating.Â
Toji grunts. âAlmost had to fist this cunt and youâre -hah fuck- still too tight.â
Pummelling his cock in, his hips donât pause for a second. You gasp for breath, palms slipping and sliding on the condensation thatâs built up on the glass. Itâs like you can feel him in your lungs, so impossibly deep, so hot, so intimidating.Â
âGod, it should be a crime to have a body like this,â he says, hands groping every part of your flesh he can reach. He slaps your ass to watch it jiggle for him. Heâs 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.Â
âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â
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 couldnât grapple with one position to have them in.Â
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?
Tojiâs fingers creep under you, furiously teasing your clit. You whine. âI think Iâm gonna cum again.â
âGo on, gorgeous,â he rasps. âLemme feel you cum around my cock. Make my dreams come true.â
Two fingers gather the cream thatâs 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, heâs dirty.
Another orgasm ripples through you. Your thighs shake. âFuck, fuck, fuck, Toji!â
He growls out, hands tightening their grip on your hips, threatening to bruise, âShit, youâre gonna make me cum early.â
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.Â
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. âDonât let them fall,â he orders. âThey break and you wonât be getting that internship.â
And his lips?
They smack against yours.
He kisses you, all tongue and teeth and drool dripping down chins, like heâs been waiting weeks, months, perhaps years to do that. And you kiss him back just the same.Â
Inside you, his cock throbs. Tojiâs hips swing back and forth, pelvis grinding on yours, rubbing your clit and wringing our more obscene squeeeelches.Â
âOh god, Iâm so full, Toji. Youâre so fucking big.â
âYouâre -hngh- t-taking me so well,â he praises, littering sloppy kisses all over your face and neck all while he pinches and rolls your nipples. âMoaning so adorably, all pretty and finally keeping this mouth quiet of smartass comments. You should be like this all the time.â
The rocking of his cock inside you is even better like this. The closeness, the warmth, the taste of him â you wonder why you waited so long to do this.Â
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 heâs holding back has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.Â
âYouâd miss my smartass comments,â 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. âYeah, maybe. I definitely wouldnât miss your spelling errors though.â
Smiling, you tug his head up by his hair, and bite his bottom lip. You pull and let go so itâll snap back into place like heâd done with your lip when you were under his desk. âMaybe if you taught me like this, I wouldnât -hah- make so m-many mistakesâ deeper, Toji! Fuck me deeper.â
His hips plough deeper inside, like you wanted, hitting that spot inside you till youâre sure itâll be bruised in the morning. Moans after moans are fucked out of you; his neighbours will give him an earful tomorrow, youâre certain.Â
âBook 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,â he retorts.Â
You peck his lips. âAw, does poor, needy Toji want me to give him more attention? Does he miss me when Iâm not there? What a cute little baby.â
âYeah, he does, actually,â he says, smirking. âThat a problem?â
âIt will be if you donât make me cum.â
Toji reminds you, âYouâve been cumming around my cock this entire time; you still want more? Greedy girl.â
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.Â
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 â heâs 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.Â
Every time he buries himself to the hilt, a bulge pops through your tummy, right under your belly button.Â
âLook at that,â he mutters, brushing a thumb over it. You whine. âFeel me deep inside you? Youâll be feeling me inside for days, wonât you? Once it starts to fade, you can always come back for another fill, you know.â
âPromise?â you ask, grinning ear to ear.Â
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. âFuck, yes, doll. Promise. I fucking promise.â
His glasses have slid off, rattling somewhere on the sofa with the impact of every thrust. He doesnât seem to care about them anymore. Youâre nearing another orgasm, head whipping around at the intensity of the pressure building in your core. Heâs bullying his cock relentlessly in your cunt, chasing after his own high and sending you to yours.Â
When your eyes clash with his piercing, green ones, unobstructed by his glasses, you explode with a scream.Â
âF-fuck,â he grunts, following soon after.Â
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.Â
He slumps over, rolling the two of you on the sofa so youâre resting naked on his heated body, his heavy arm preventing you from falling off. Your pussyâs sore, a mix of your cum and his dribbling out and creating a sticky mess on your inner thighs.Â
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 itâs no longer foggy.Â
Reaching up above him, he gracefully finds his glasses, sliding them on his face. You like him with and without them.Â
âSo,â you begin, âabout those extra marks.â
Toji lifts his glasses up to rub a hand down his face. âJesus, yes, youâll get the marks.â
âThanks!â you chirp.Â
âGod, youâre a pain in the ass.â
.
.
.
âFuck, Toji,â you moan. âI already came three times. Itâs too -hic- too much.â
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.
âShut up,â he rasps, hand pressing down on your lower belly so you can feel him even more. âYouâre the one who dragged me here. Take every orgasm I give you and be grateful.â
Thatâs true â 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, youâd been visiting his apartment after classes so often, you were practically living there, and he didnât 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.Â
In short, he fucks good, and he can tolerate your personality, so you two stuck together.Â
A month in, neither of you are really regretting it. At least, if his desperate thrusting and sloppy kisses to your neckâs anything to go by.Â
âMissed you so much, Toji,â you whine, hips fucking back into him.
Toji groans, hand groping your tit from under your shit. âYeah, baby?â
âMmm.â
âMissed you too,â he confesses, licking a stripe up your neck and scraping his teeth down. Goosebumps rise on your arms. âBeen wanting to see you all morning.â
You giggle, holding onto the stall for purchase and so his thrusting wonât make you smack face first onto the door. âYouâre so cute w-when youâre needy.â
âFuck off,â he says with no real heat to his words.Â
In the near distance, the door to the menâs toilets opens with a dull metallic creak, the sound echoing faintly off the tiled walls. Feet pad inâslow, unhurried. The steady rhythm of someone who expects the place to be empty.
âFushiguro?â a voice calls out. âYou in here?â
The two of you go very, very still. Tojiâs 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 youâre half convinced it might echo under the stall. What the hell is the professor doing here?
âSusan told me she saw you walk in this direction. You got a minute?â
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 wonât be seen by the outsider. âYeah, prof. But Iâm kinda in the middle of something.â
The professor laughs. âYes, yes, Iâm sure. I do apologise for interrupting you. I was just locked out of my account and canât send emails for the next hour. You know how terrible I am with technology.â He enters the stall next door. He unzips his pants. You cringe. âI only wanted to ask if youâre prepared to host the internship induction later.â
You go still, this time for a different reason.Â
Your boyfriend releases your mouth. Fingers creep over to between your legs, where youâre still connected to him, where heâs still throbbing inside you. He slowly rubs your clit, keeping you from squirming in complaint with his strong arms. Toji responds, âYeah, got all my notes ready.â
The bastardâs trying to distract youâŠ
âAh good, good,â the older man joyfully responds. His stream hits the water, and you fight the urge to face palm. âI 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.â
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.Â
âDonât mention it, Professor.â
The man zips himself back up and flushes, exiting the stall. Outside, the tap runs, and youâre both still as quiet as rocks, afraid that any sudden movement will out you both as sexual deviants.Â
He adds, âOh, and thank you for handling the applications for me; you know I hate all that paperwork nonsense.âÂ
Your jaw drops.Â
Beyond tense, Toji replies like heâs aware of the weight every word exchange carries, âI do what I can do to help out.âÂ
âI couldnât do what I do without you,â the professor continues, sincere and ignorant to the fact that youâre there. The rustling of paper towels echoes. âWell, Iâll see you later. Apologies again for interrupting.âÂ
The exit door swings open and you relax, but then his voice fills the space again.Â
âDo say hello to your pretty, little girlfriend for me.âÂ
Your heart?Â
Drops to the fucking floor.
Tojiâs grip on you tightens just slightly, barely noticeable unless youâre pressed this close to him.
Your mind races. Did he see you come in? Did someone tell him? Did Susan, whoever the hell she isâ
Toji speaks before you can spiral further, his tone sharper now, suspicion threading through it. âWhat do you mean, Professor?â
âOh, you know, the girl youâve been eyeing for a while now â sheâs on the internship, yes?â Then he laughs the kind of laughter old men do, all paternal and wise. âDonât worry, son, Iâm not accusing you of pulling strings; I know sheâs a very intelligent young woman. Ambitious too. Almost as ambitious as you. I hope you two work something out.â
Your heart slows its beating but youâre not any less tense.Â
Sighing, Toji responds, âIâll let you know if we do.â
âYes, yes,â the professor says before he leaves for good.Â
Finally, itâs just you two in the menâs toilets again. The silence and emptiness is maddeningly relieving. Although, youâre seething, practically vibrating with accusations and anger. Â
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 doesnât budge.
âYou sneaky piece of shit!â
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, âI did what I had to to get your attention. Sue me.â
âGod, youâre the worst,â you breathe out, chest jutting out to his, nipples aching and clit throbbing.Â
âYeah, yeah,â he says, âIâm the big, bad wolf, and youâre creaming all over my dick right now. Letâs not act like you got the short end of the stick here.â
âMaster manipulator,â you hiss, kissing him back, fingers tangling in his hair as soon he lets go of your wrists to grope your tit and ass.
âWhore,â 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.
âWeâre gonna be together forever and ever, arenât we?â you ask.
Tojiâs scar brushes your forehead with his kiss.Â
afab!reader decides to keep canine hybrid!caleb, cat hybrid!rafayel might be willing to share. 18+
(Part 1 )
You had never seen Rafayel and Caleb so comfortable with each other before. Rafayel, proud and sassy, typically kept a good distance from his hybrid counterpart. It was a pleasant surprise to find the house spotless and filled with the aroma of delicious cooking when you finished the pick up shift you had generously covered. It was usually only ever one hybrid occupying the kitchen at a time, but now it was both; maneuvering around the space in perfect harmony, standing shoulder to shoulder as they leaned over the stove, conversing about how the sauce needed a dash of paprika and a splash of table cream. Their ears perked simultaneously when they heard the click of the door shut behind you, their eyes lighting up with a mischievous gleam at your return.Â
âWelcome home, cutie. Why donât you go wash up? Dinner will be ready by the time youâre done,â Rafayel encouraged with a sweet smile.Â
He could practically feel the canine beside him vibrating in restraint, Caleb only managing to nod in agreement before fixing his gaze back on the sauce still simmering. Rafayel waved you off and turned to Caleb once he heard your bedroom door shut, his eyes darkening as he gave the canineâs bicep a squeeze.Â
âAaatta boy. Youâll have your turn, let her get comfortable and fed first. Sheâll need the energy,â Raf purred.Â
Caleb swallowed the lump in his throat, trying not to press his already prominent arousal against the counter. The poor German Shepard hybrid had never been this ragingly horny before. And now that he had gotten a second-hand taste of you off of the Tonkinese hybrid, all he could think about was how tantalizingly close the real thing was. It was honestly making him antsy. He whined, his grip on the cooking spoon tightening as he tried to focus on the task at hand.Â
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. Â
The canineâs 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.Â
âIâve been so mean to you when youâve been such a good boy, Caleb. Iâm so sorry,â you apologized.Â
Rafayelâs 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.Â
â.. sâokay-â
Raf smoothly slid over to hug his housemate, nuzzling him and smiling sweetly at you. His own claws dug into the pupâs sides, a discreet reminder to keep it together.Â
âWeeell? We made your favorite, donât let it get cold~â He purred.Â
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.Â
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 couldnât 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, adamâs apple bobbing, and the blush across his cheeks deepened a shade as his galaxy hues finally locked with yours. He looked like he was sweatingâŠÂ
âCaleb, you look feverish. Are you feeling sick?âÂ
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.Â
âMâfine, y/n.â Caleb hesitated before nuzzling into your palm and inhaling deeply, lips brushing along your index finger as he finally turned fully towards you. âI love you so much. You know that, right?âÂ
Another wall of muscle pressed against your back, hands gripping Calebâs 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.Â
âWeâre keeping him, right cutie?â Rafayel snaked a hand to grab at your chin, keeping you from looking away from Calebâs needy expression. âHeâs been on his best behavior. I think heâs earned a spot on the bed, donât you think?â 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
âCâmon, cutie,â Rafayel mumbled around your fingers, only pulling them out once he had licked them clean of Calebâs drool. âSay yes.âÂ
You broke away from Calebâs 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.Â
âPlease,â the canine begged, âIâll make you feel so good, momma. PleasepleaseâŠâÂ
The friction of wet cotton dragging over your sensitive clit made your head fall back against Rafâs shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and nodding as you rolled your hips in tandem with Calebâs. 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.Â
âThatâs not good enough,â he hissed, "Say. it.âÂ
âY-YesâŠ!âÂ
Calebâs 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.Â
âArenât you forgetting someone?â Rafayel huffed. âWhat about mine? I asked you to keep it somewhere safe, donât tell me youâve lost it.âÂ
You smiled and pressed a silencing finger against your feline hybridâs lips.Â
âHold tight, kitty.âÂ
You retrieved Rafayelâs collar from your nightstandâs drawer, taking your place on the mattressâs 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.Â
âNo, please, I need it-âÂ
The feline hissed before biting down on Calebâs furry ear in warning, his other hand reaching around to wrap at the base of the canine hybridâs twitching cock. You couldnât 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. Calebâs groan leveled out into a growl when the grip in his hair shifted to grab the back of his collar.Â
âYouâre too sloppy. She likes it slow and passionate,â Raf purred, stroking agonizingly slow at Calebâs angry cock. He gave just enough slack for Calebâs 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. âStick your tongue out, all the way. Yeeeah, just like that.âÂ
Your hand combed through Calebâs 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. Calebâs arms wrapped around your thighs to pull you closer to the bedâs 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 hybridâs ears. Rafayel watched as your head lolled back, eyes fluttering before going wide as your pup nipped at your sensitive bud.Â
âC-Caleb!â You squealed, your tits bouncing as you inhaled sharply.
âWatch those teeth,â 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. âStupid mutt. Let me show you how itâs done.âÂ
A dreamy sigh escaped you as Rafayelâs 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. Calebâs gaze couldnât 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.Â
Together, your hybrids kept your legs spread wide, Caleb pressing open mouth kisses up towards where Rafayel attached himself to you. The canine hybridâs kisses were all teeth and tongue, but lacking their ravenous enthusiasm as he seemed to finally take the felineâs instructions to heart. He moved further and further up until his cheek was pressed against Rafayelâs. The feline didnât 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 didnât even know whose they belonged to, but they filled you just enough to make the tension in your abdomen tighten.Â
And then Calebâs tongue joined in, dancing around Rafayelâs 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.Â
âFfuck, Cay⊠R-Raffy, god- Just like that,â you moaned. Your shaky hands found their way into mauve and walnut tresses, pulling them closer, urging them to apply more pressure.Â
âCurl your fingers a little more, Caleb. Theeere you go,â Rafayel mumbled against your spit covered labia before diving back in.Â
Calebâs 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 otherâs wrist, signaling for his fingers that were still buried inside of you to still their movements.
âNoo,â you whined, âPlease, Iâm so close.âÂ
âI knoooow, cutie. I wanna show Caleb something real special first,â 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.
âMove your fingers, Cay. Use your other thumb on her⊠yeeah, good boy. Nice and slow.âÂ
Calebâs 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.Â
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 Rafayelâs hold.Â
âW-Wait,â you begged breathlessly, âStop- Iâm g-gonna-!âÂ
âLet go,â Caleb commanded, his fingers merciless as they doubled down. âGive it to me.âÂ
âGo ahead, cutie.âÂ
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 Calebâs 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.Â
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.Â
âYou just couldnât help yourself, could you? I donât blame you,â 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. âOh noooo, cutie. We havenât even gotten to the good part. Calebâs been waiting a looong time for his spot on the bed. Say the magic word, momma.âÂ
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.Â
âUp.âÂ
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. Rafayelâs 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 Calebâs 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.Â
The moment your wet heat soaked the tip of his dick, whatever was left of Calebâs 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 Rafayelâs mouth at the sudden intrusion, Calebâs cock an inch longer and a bit thicker than the otherâs. There was no patience for adjustment, the canine hybridâs 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.Â
âF-Fuck! C-Caleb, slow down!â Your please fell on deaf ears, if anything the sound of his name leaving your lips only made him pound more wildly into you. Rafayelâs nose scrunched as he tried to help keep you upright, clearly annoyed that his housemate was already so pussy drunk and losing it.Â
âStupid mutt,â he hissed. He was ready to shove Caleb off when your shaky hand wrapped around Rafayelâs cock, trying to pump with steady strokes and not match the otherâs wild pace.Â
âR-Raffy, ahh! Wanna⊠taste you,â you gasped between snaps of Calebâs 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. Calebâs thrusts aided in bobbing your head up and down Rafayelâs 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 Calebâs ironclad grip on your waist. And when he looked up? Calebâs feral sunset eyes were already locked on him, the insatiable depths of his animalistic gaze making Rafayel pulse in your mouth.Â
A smirk tugged at Calebâs 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.
âYou were right,â he laughed breathlessly, â her pussy is like heaven. Mâgonna fill this perfect pussy till sheâs spilling.âÂ
You whined around Rafayelâs 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 Rafayelâs 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 wouldnât choke on the cock scraping at the back of your throat.Â
Calebâs 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 wasnât already getting what he wanted, being literally balls deep inside of you.Â
âWanna stay like this âŠ. forever,â Caleb grunted, âKeep momma nice and full every day.âÂ
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.Â
âIâmgonnacum,â 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 Rafayelâs 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.Â
You swallowed what you could until the swell of Calebâs 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.Â
Calebâs 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 Rafayelâs 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.Â
Rafayelâs eyes, full of love and admiration, drank in the delicious sight of your fuckdrunk expression. Sweet thing, he thought, we arenât even close to being finished. His adoring expression shifted to that of annoyance as it drifted down to where Calebâs knot still kept you two together. He crawled over, shoving at Calebâs bicep to make him release you.Â
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Beefy!Toji whoâs got fat fucking thighs and chicken breast muscles and a cocky half-lidded-eyes grin. Calves so defined you can see them flex and twitch beneath tanned skin (not that youâre looking. or anything. god forbid).
Beefy!Toji who has stretch marks lining the bulk of his shoulders and chest from being sooooo ripped.
Beefy!Toji who has callouses on his knuckles and the tips of his fingers, hardened from years of training and toiling and pushing on when the going got hard. Who pushes two dextrous digits deep inside you when heâs hard â all slow, corners of his lips curved as he lowers himself to meet those digits. Tongueing up your clit in one strong slurp! that has your thighs clamping around the sides of his head.
Beefy!Toji who sprawls out wherever he lands and takes up the whole couch like he owns it (he does NOT pay the bills). Long legs manspread, arms folded behind his head so you can see his lats bulge.
And if you try to push your thigh against his for more leg room? Heâll just snort and push back. Quads and adductors rippling and flexing oh-so nicely.
Oh-so visibly, because this man strolls around your house in nothing but his boxers.
Beefy!Toji who runs warm. Like a living heater. Youâre 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, heâll find you lounging around watching TV in his sweats.
Beefy!Toji who wears reading glasses. Brain and brawn except itâs your boyfriend poring over some kind of furniture setup manual with his brow furrowed â 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 whoâs 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.
Heâs got a thick one trailing up the underside of his cock, too. It scrapes deliciously against your walls when heâs balls-deep inside â 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 youâre playfighting and itâs 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 heâs all soft. Big hand ruffling your hair, those languid eyes searching your face. Voice low as he asks if youâre okay.
Beefy!Toji whoâs 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.
Thereâs 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 â something of sweat, and laundry detergent, and whatever protein powder heâs currently obsessed with. Itâs 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. Heâll fall asleep on top of you, too, weight pinning you down â not that youâre complaining.
Beefy!Toji who fucks you anywhere. Heâs 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. Heâs 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 â 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 â 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.
Heâs 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 bodyâs twitching.
And all the while, heâs keeping track of how many orgasms youâve had.
He canât have his girl going to sleep without hitting at least five, after all.
Beefy!Toji whoâs still rock hard and leaking inside you by your fourth, length pulsing in your oversensitive walls like heâs got a personal vendetta. Youâre creaming around him, body jerking forward by instinct, and his hands clamp warm on your hips. Yanking you right back.
âNah, baby.. you can take it.â
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 â 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. Doesnât even try to hide the way his grin stretches wider.
âYeeeeeah. There we go.â
Beefy!Toji who finally stills after lord knows how long. Youâre 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 â your cheek against his chest, one bulky arm slung across your back.
Beefy!Toji who gives you the best meat. Yum. The end.
the way toji fushiguro ate pussy wasnât like the average guy, he didnât lazily drag his tongue across your clit, he didnât half ass shit. he wanted you to feel it, really feel it, feel the weight of his tongue as it flicked against your pretty little bundle of nerves.
feel the way his nose rubbed oh so roughly against you whilst he fucked into your syrupy walls with his pink muscle.
his fingers would find their way up your thighs â pushing the plush skin allll the way back until your knees touched your chest. god and the way heâd keep eating anâ eating until your hands were scrambling to push his head off from the overstimulation.
I mean the man would have you in every position, tongue fucking in and out of your slippery cunt, lapping you up from the insideâŠout â literally.
heâd honestly rather your pussy smooshed against his face while he ruts his desperate hips against the bed like a loser than fucking you..
weird..right?
but toji honestly didnât care..he loved the taste of you, he loved how fucking puffy that pretty little clit got when heâd flick his tongue against it.
he loved when your pretty manicured fingers would dig into his scalp, pulling at the raven haired strands and god he loved when youâd push him into you deeper, literally lathering him in your syrupy goodness.
âsâgood doll..fuckinâ love this filthy cuntâ and fuck..he moaned like he was enjoying every fucking second..and he definitely was. It was the highlight of his night, he loved coming home after a hard long day of killing sorcerers and taking allll his anger out on that pussy.
he was messy too, always spitting fat globs of spittle against your pussylips and then eating it right back out. he was absolutely obsessed with the way your heels would dig into his back whenever heâd have your legs thrown over his shoulder, face pressed against your bushy mound.
and when you rode his faceâŠhe was in heaven, heâd lay there and let you rut your drooling cunt against his face, his own hips bucking up, cock rubbing against the band of his boxers.
and obviously he never asked for anything back..heâd just cum in his pants shamelessly.
sorcerer killer by day⊠pussy eater by night.
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