you don’t know why you thought simon would be a cocky fuck.
maybe it was how cool and collected he always was. that hot, quiet confidence.
if only you knew when you’d finally got him into bed. ready for him to be rough, to be a little mean, not that you’d mind.
in reality, he was whining into your neck as he pumped into you at a primal speed. whispering and mumbling half words into your throat as he groped you anywhere he could. his eyes were rolled and he was drooling on your collarbone.
“o-oh.. oh, fuck- nghhhuhh… yyeah?.. awww… my baby.. gonna fill y-you… mhm…”
sweet little brain-numb nothings falling of the tongue of the smartest, coldest man you know.
and you could’ve cum just from the sight when he lifted his head and started actually panting and pathetically stuttering his hips against yours like a mutt.
五条悟／SATORU GOJO ♱ 𐙚 mdni. 18+. sending you masturbating videos while you're away because he misses you.
The first video comes in right after you land. Your phone buzzes on the hotel nightstand, and when you open it, Satoru’s face fills the screen—flushed, hair messy, shirt already off. He’s lying back on your shared bed at home, one hand lazily stroking the thick length of his cock while the other holds the phone above him.
“Baby,” he breathes, voice already wrecked. “You just got there and I’m already hard. Fuck, I miss you so much. Can you see how much?” He angles the camera lower, showing the way his fist glides up and down his shaft, precum glistening at the tip and smearing across his knuckles with every slow pump. “Been thinking about your scent on the pillows. Smells like you. Makes me wanna bury my face in them while I fuck my hand.”
He lets out a shaky laugh, thumb circling the swollen head. “Look how much it’s leaking already. All for you. Wish it was your mouth instead—warm, wet, sucking me down like you always do.” His hips lift off the bed, fucking up into his fist with a wet slap. “Nngh—shit, baby, I can almost feel your tongue. Gonna send you another one later. Don’t delete these, okay? I want you to watch them when you’re alone in that hotel room and touch yourself thinking about me.”
The video cuts off with him moaning your name, cock twitching visibly in his grip.
Hours later, another one arrives. This time he’s on his knees on the bed, phone propped up so you get a full view of him from the side. His hand moves faster now, strokes tight and desperate.
"Missed your voice already,” he pants, free hand gripping the sheets. “Woke up hard and reached for you but the bed’s empty. So I’m doing this instead. Fuck—wish you were here to sit on my face while I jerk off. Your thighs around my head, pussy on my tongue. I’d eat you out until you’re shaking.”
He spits into his palm, the sound filthy through the speaker, then wraps his hand back around his cock. The wet glide is louder now, obscene little squelches every time he strokes down to the base. “Hear that? That’s how wet I am for you. Been dripping since this morning. Can’t stop thinking about bending you over the second you walk through the door. Gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name."
Satoru’s breathing grows ragged. He leans forward, forehead almost touching the camera. “Baby, please come home soon. I’m losing it. My hand doesn’t feel like you. Nothing does.”
His strokes slow, deliberate, squeezing tight at the tip until more precum beads and drips down his shaft. “I’m saving every single one of these for when you get back. Gonna make you watch them while I fuck you from behind so you can see exactly what you do to me.”
The third video hits just before midnight your time. He’s sprawled out completely naked now, legs spread wide, phone held low so you see every detail—his heavy balls, the flushed head of his cock, the way his abs flex every time he thrusts up into his fist.
“Couldn’t wait anymore,” he groans, voice hoarse. “Kept replaying the last one I sent you and got even harder. Look at me, wife. This is what happens when you leave me alone for weeks.” His hand moves in long, twisting strokes, twisting at the head the way you always do with your tongue. “I keep imagining your pussy clenching around me. So tight, so warm. Fuck—I’d give anything to be inside you right now.”
He switches to slower, deeper pumps, letting you hear every slick sound. “Can you hear how full my balls are? Been saving it all for you. Gonna fill you up the second you’re back. Gonna breed you so good you’ll feel it for days.”
Satoru’s free hand slides down to cup his balls, rolling them gently while he continues stroking. “Miss the way you moan when I hit that spot inside you. Miss your nails in my back. Miss your cunt milking me dry.”
His hips snap faster, the slap of skin loud and desperate. “I’m close, baby. So fucking close. Wish you were here to take it all—on your tongue, on your tits, deep inside that pretty pussy.”
He cums with a broken moan, thick ropes of cum shooting across his stomach and chest. His hand keeps moving through it, smearing the mess over his cock as he rides out the orgasm, whimpering your name like a prayer. When it’s over, he brings the camera closer to his flushed face, eyes glassy and satisfied.
“Love you so much,” he whispers, voice soft now. “Send me something back? Even just your voice. I need to hear you. Miss you, angel. Come home soon so I can fuck you properly.”
The video ends with him blowing a kiss at the screen, cum still glistening on his skin.
Later that night, one final message arrives. No video this time—just a voice note. His breathing is heavy, tired, but still needy.
“Baby… I came three times today thinking about you. Still hard. Still missing you. Can’t sleep without you next to me. Please hurry back. I need my wife.”
katsuki buys you a new dress just to fuck you in it
"awww suki, i love it!" you exclaimed. you ran your hands down the fabric and beamed at him. "it's perfect."
katsuki pressed a kiss to your cheek with a smile. "i'm glad you like it, wanna try it on?"
you nodded and rushed off to go change. as you stared back at yourself in the mirror, you almost gasped. the dress hugged your curves in all the right places and it flowed with every movement. it was absolutely stunning. you were a bit skeptical at first when he said he got something for you, but you were pleasantly surprised. you stepped out to show him and his smile grew even wider.
“looks even better than i imagined.” he said, clearly very proud of himself. “do a little spin?” he imitated the motion with his finger and you did a 360. the dress flowed around your legs and you giggled. “i love it so much, thank you.” you kissed his cheek. “of course, anytime.” he nodded, a not-so-subtle blush creeping up on his face. it wasn’t until a few hours later you found out his true motive behind buying you this dress. you were baking, mixing the batter at the counter when he crept up behind you. big arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face on the crook of your neck with a happy sigh.
“you don’t know what it does to me, seeing you wear something i bought for you.” he murmured, breath hot against your skin. “it’s driving me crazy.”
you didn’t need to know what it did to him, you could feel it. his boner was pressed up against your ass as he grinded against you. the soft pants and grunts he let out didn’t go unnoticed by you either. you wiped your hands on your apron and took it off before turning to him with a raise eyebrow.
“you done?” you asked, half unamused, half turned on. the loss of warmth made you regret pulling away so soon.
“almost, actually, yeah,” he replied seriously. you wanted to laugh. he was absolutely shameless. he was flustered, a dusty rose color spreading across his face. his red eyes were fixated on you, boring into you with such intensity, you could break under his gaze. you weren’t sure who moved first. all you know is that in a blink of an eye, you were bent over the counter in front of him as he lifted your dress.
“so soaked for me. i’m guessing you only pulled away so i could fuck you properly?” he teased, pushing your panties aside. he made a note to steal them later.
“mmmm, shut up,” you grumped. he chuckled and you heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. you gasped as he teased your entrance with his tip, coating it in your slick. you whined softly in protest.
“suki, please.” your elbows were propped up on the counter, supporting you up, but you trembled at his touch.
“alright baby, since you asked so nicely—” he slipped inside you with a low grunt. “i gotta give you what you want, hm pretty?”
you didn’t respond. you were too full of him, too quickly, and all you could focus was on the way he split you apart. his thick cock stretched you out as he slowly bottomed out with a low groan.
"you okay?"
"mhm, you feel s'good suki," he twitched inside of you at your words, and in return, you clenched around his length with a soft whine. he grabbed your hips and set a steady pace. the bowl was long forgotten as you gripped the counter so hard your palms were a red. katsuki was a moaning mess behind you. he absolutely lost it each time your hips met. he started to curse under his breath when he glanced down to watch where your bodies met.
"taking me so well baby," he grunted, speeding up. your threw your head back and moaned. he snapped his hips, chasing both of your releases. you lifted your leg up so he could reach deep inside. he angled his hips just right so his tip kissed your cervix with each stroke. katsuki was so lost in the way your warm walls hugging him tightly. so much so, he didn't hear the loud beep of the oven signaling that the first batch of cupcakes were done baking.
"suki, i—it's done," you cried out softly, just as your orgasm washed over you. your clenched around his cock and whispered his name. your legs wobbled as the pressure in your stomach lessened. katsuki followed soon after, thick ropes of come shooting deep inside of your cunt. the two of you took a second to catch your breaths. it wasn't until you smelled the smoke that you realized you were forgetting one major thing...
"shit." he scrambled to open the oven. a cloud of black smoke floated through the air and you glared at him from your spot at the counter.
"i warned you."
he sighed. "not fair, you know what that dress does to me."
synopsis: streamer!choso has a pervy crush on his dorm neighbor: the schools sweetheart!reader
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summer felt wrong without you.
he tried to ignore the silence of being in his room instead of the dormitories--really, he did. he did so much as to fill his schedule with games, streams, scrolling through reels, anything to keep his mind from wandering where he know it shouldn't but damnit, he missed his next-door neighbor dearly
it wasn’t like the two of you were friends—no he didn’t miss you like that, he missed seeing you in that skimpy little school uniform just a few rows ahead of him, flashing that beautiful smile of yours as you laughed with shoko when you got confused, your skirt riding up those pretty soft thighs when you shifted in your seat, the shimmery pink of your lips and god how pretty you looked when you applied your gloss.
and he knew you were out of his league by miles and miles so he shouldn't bother noticing things like that
but what he missed most wasn't even class
it was living next to you in the dorms
seeing you rush into the hallway to grab some water in nothing but your short little sleep shorts and a white tank top that showed your pretty perked nipples through it—god he hated himself for it, he really did! he didn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable because he really did care for you!
and he hated this part of himself
you trusted the space you were in, comfortable and safe
and here he was, memorizing, watching, listening to things he had no right to.
he'd run his hand down his face trying to force his mind to anywhere but you but--it never really stuck
he doesn’t know when it started, whether it was when you first talked to him in class with the same warm smile you wore for everyone else—or if it was that night
the one he should've forgotten about but god it was all he could think about
he had been up late cramming for a physics project, papers scattered everywhere the only sounds that late usually were his notebook pages flipping and the occasional frustrated groan until he heard it--
soft broken breaths muffled through the wall
he told himself he was hearing things until it got louder, needier
"...shit," he breathed out staring at the wall--your shared wall
he should've put headphones on, went to bed, anything! but instead he crawled into his bed with his ear against the wall you two shared--his heart pounding with every small sound that so barely slipped through
god, he imagined what you looked like trying to chase that high all by yourself when he knows he could make you feel so good
how pretty you probably looked with your desperate fingers fucking in and out of you, your other hand probably squeezing your tits, pinching at your sensitive peaks desperately, chasing a wave of pleasure he knows he could so easily give you
he pictured you with your lacy bra just barely pulled to the side with pathetic tears streaming down your face, riding into your own hand with your thong just pushed to the side
fuck.
he shouldn't be thinking about you like this
you--who smiled at him in class, treated him like everyone else, who made him feel seen, who had no idea what was running through his head right now
a desperate whine came from your side and his room suddenly felt too small, too hot
"m'sorry" he said breathlessly into the air as he tugged his boxers down, almost tripping over himself as he eagerly ran to his bed, laying with his ear practically glued to the wall to hear as much of you as he could, wrapping around himself slowly
another muffled whine came from your room and he couldn’t hold back anymore
his head tipped back against his pillow while his hand fisted around his straining cock, pumping himself teasingly, rubbing his puffed tip smearing pre all over his pretty pink tip, already dripping all over his abdomen
“ahh-ahh fuck—m'sorry y/n--m'sorry!”
tears streaming down his face as he pushed himself through it, listening to your voice through the walls--he looked a pathetic beautiful mess
“f-fuck pl-pleasee—” he whined into his quiet room, a choked cry following. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting and the only image it could think of is the one he was hoping to one day be on top of one day
and that was the night it started
the night he stopped trying to pretend he didn't need you
--
now he may have felt like a pervert, but you weren’t much better over the summer
the day you found his livestream you clicked on it immediately without thinking, sure you'd seen him in class with those sexy nerdy fucking glasses, and the way his plaid pants hung a little too low when he lounged around the common room
you wanted to get to know him, he was your neighbor after all, so you figured maybe this way you could get to know some of his interests, or more of who he really was, not that quiet boy in the back of class who had a clear strain in his pants every time you even looked his way, not that you minded, you found it adorable
so you spent the summer watching his streams and everyday you watched you felt yourself wanting to know him more, to talk to him, to have him. so when school rolled back around you wasted no time, he would be yours in at least some way this year, because god knows you were tired of watching girls thirst over him in his comments, and of trying to reach your peak with your pathetic toy: he'd do much better
you hadn't meant for it to get this bad--but you weren't really complaining
what started as pure curiosity at the beginning of summer turned into something you couldn't stop--an addiction
because choso was nothing like what you expected
sure you knew he was quieter, yeah and a little awkward at times, but there was something else too. the way he focused and furrowed his brows with that stupid eyebrow piercing he gave himself, how he mumbled to himself as he played talking the viewers through his gameplay--and god was it attractive
you told yourself it was harmless at first--background noise while you kept yourself busy to get to make a new friend! but instead it felt like you were watching him.
you started paying attention to the little things
the way his glasses slipped down his nose when he leaned in to focus, the way his voice dipped slightly when he got tired, and how his shirt rode up just enough when he stretched to cover what you wanted to see most
and you realized it had become a problem when you noticed the comments
something you didn't expect to bother you
it wasn't like you knew him or had any right to be jealous, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the comments pointing out things you had already noticed
"he's so cute"
"is he single???"
"say my name on streammm"
all of them fucking annoying--they didn't know him like you did
even if your definition of knowing him wass just watching him on stream night after night, or talking to him briefly in class, or seeing him walk into his dorm late at night
it still felt like something to you
so by the time summer ended you weren't just curious anymore
you were set on it.
on him.
--
"hey!!" shoko chased after you in the dorms "you ready for tonight? welcome back party at toru's place!" she wrapped her arms around you excitedly, but your arms were wandering, hoping the room arrangements would be the same as last year
"helllooo y/n c'mon what's up" she snapped in your face playfully with a laugh "seriously, you good? you seem like, dazed--are you high?" she whispered
"no-no no no sho! sorry i'm just trying to see the room arrangements but yes, party tonight got it!"
suguru was waiting across the hall with a cigarette resting between his lips glancing at shoko
"now i thinkkk you have someone waiting for you, maybe those frat hookups weren't nothing" you teased shoko and nudged her lightly with a laugh as she rolled her eyes and left you for suguru, which was perfectly fine with you because you had a gameplan for your first week: get to know choso!
now his gameplan was a littlee different, he had spent the last week of summer researching the best ways to please you, emotionally and physically, so he didn't disappoint you when he finally had the chance.
he paced around the dorms hoping they'd still be the same just to see you lounging around in the common room, in those baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right and that tight tank top that showed you off, fuck you were beautiful--and he couldn't take it! he rushed into his dorm room and slammed his door before you could've noticed the pink of his cheeks or the bulge in his pants, and that's when he heard a faint knock
"choso?" you called out softly from the other side of the door
fuck.
so sorry for the long hiatus i was in such a writing slump and got so caught up with life, this is my first time doing anything 18+ so pleaseee be easy on me LOL but leave tips if you have any MWAH <3
DEBATABLE 𑣲02. say my name
⤷ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader
𑣲chapter 1 | 𑣲masterlist | 𑣲chapter 3
syn. megumi has always been serious and put-together, especially when it comes to his academics... until he verses your school in debate club and practically starts foaming at the mouth when you speak.
cw/tags. nerd!gumi x nerd!reader, debate club, kinda academic rivals but not a lot of rivalry, shy loser virgin failure megumi, popular and confident reader, (can u tell i'm watching horimiya), forced proximity/summer camp romance, dirty/suggestive humour, kys jokes. fanart in banner drawn by me!!
{a/n.} so... i believe apologies are in order... ahem... IM SOOOO SOOO SORRY FOR ABANDONING U GUYS FOR LIEK 2 WEEKS OMG im finally recovering from being sick and demotivated to write so hopefully the next chapters will come out a little quicker (dont get ur hopes up but im trying my best i swear), another little roadblock is that i currently dont have my own laptop anymore :c i've been having to share with my mama and she needs it most of the time since she's doing online uni classes on it which obviously take priority over fanfiction LMAO so until i have saved enough money to get my own im gonna be cranking stuff out kinda slow for now,, buuut gave u guys an extra long chapter to make up for the absence!! the next three chapters are also all like halfway done so they'll probably be posted back to back once i've finished with them hehe
megumi wasn’t very good at words. sure, he tried to show how much he cared through his actions, but that wasn’t always enough for you. you didn’t even have to say it, megumi knew from the tired look in your eyes that he was falling short of your expectations. so, he tried to make it better.
“look,” his green eyes searched yours before continuing, “i can sense that you’re not the happiest right now and it’s okay to admit. i know we communicate differently and show how we care differently as well, but...” he swallowed hard, eyes now on the floor.
“megs,” you said softly. your heart tightened in your chest at him stepping out of his comfort zone for you. he was so attentive it scared you a little. he wasn’t necessarily wrong, but it wasn’t like he was doing anything harmful to make you feel this way.
“let me finish,” he mumbled. "please." you nodded eagerly, shutting up instantly.
“i want to remind you that i want this. more than anything. and i want you to want it too. i want to be what you want. so, whatever i’m not doing or not doing enough of, please tell me. i want to listen and really hear you, just please give me the chance. whatever it is to put your mind at ease, i'll do it...i'll do anything.” the tips of his ears were a deep red. you couldn’t help yourself, you pulled him into a hug. his big arms wrapped around you and squeezed you tight. he buried his face in your neck and sighed softly. you giggled, heart ready to burst out from your chest with happiness. you were so lucky to have a boyfriend that was willing to do anything in his power to make you happy.
he lifted his head and stared into your eyes. “what can i do to make it better?” he asked.
"i know you're better at showing you care, but sometimes it would be nice to hear it as well?"
he nodded.
"got it."
"i'm not asking for like a big declaration of love or anything extreme like that but, it would be nice."
"i'll do better on that. i'm sorry that i made you doubt for even a second that i cared about you." he exhaled slowly before continuing. "i'll admit, i'm not very good at that, but i'll try, to make sure you're happy."
you squished his cheeks with a grin. his brows furrowed as he protested.
“hey, stop that,” he said. or at least, tried to say. it came out muffled and more like an angry “haytopdat.” you snorted and kissed his cheek. that shut up him quickly. he turned his head slightly and his lips met yours. cupping your face, he melted into the kiss. you did the same, eye fluttered shut, fingers tangled in his spiky hair. you smiled before pulling away.
“thank you.” your eyes locked with his. “truly, thank you.”
he shook his head. “no need to thank me, it’s the bare minimum.” he shrugged and leaned back. "don't make a big deal of it," he mumbled shly.
you stood on your tippy toes and kissed you boyfriend on the cheek. his hand found yours and he brought it to his lips. his eyes locked with yours as he kissed your hand.
"thank you for being mine." he whispered in your ear. he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, almost as if he was scared you'd let go. but you weren't going anywhere. you wanted him more than anything in the world. he was all you could ever want and more. your megumi.
alternative ending
he shook his head. “no need to thank me, it’s the bare minimum.” he shrugged and leaned back. “after all, happy wife, happy life?”
you gaped at your boyfriend before snorting at him. “you just ruined your entire nonchalant act with that statement. the hell did you learn that from?”
“uh,” he rubbed his neck awkwardly. “i believe she goes by the name ‘natalie nun’…?”
based on a something said to me in real life... hehe🙈
whoever caught the natalie reference ily, ok?
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been seeing so much cody rhodes on my tiktok fyp so here's my WWE wrestler!simon riley propaganda
this man is beefy. years of hard work, slaving away in the gym to form thick, rigid muscles. scars from his military days all over his arms, torso, and legs that only serve to swoon the ladies in the crowd.
he wears his signature mask, recognizable skull pattern with dark, daunting eyes smeared with eye black–or guyliner when he's too lazy. nose crooked from being broken so many times. tight shorts that ride up his thick thighs, heavy bulge prominent just from the sheer size of his cock underneath the fabric. his chest glistens with sweat from the heavy and brutal fights, blood occasionally sprayed over his flush, pale skin.
he's an instant favorite. from the day he was initiated into the wrestler lineup, women would swarm him. he'd never felt so awed and looked at, and it boosted his ego tenfold. simon knew he was attractive, knew muscles were a woman's weakness, but he never understood the extent.
of course, the WWE is scripted. it was a well known fact, but he didn't care. he saw what the others did for a fat check, and while he didn't care about the money, he'd play along to whatever "romance" storyline he had, or epic rivalry to another wrestler. it was just another means of production, and he'd probably end up joining the dozens of wrestlers who had a scripted romance.
it was mid season, in the heat of the competition and height of his staged romance with one of the female wrestlers in the women's league. he was in the midst of a brutal right that could go either way if fought fairly—but of course, it'd be scripted to go his way.
until he spotted you in the crowd. a pretty girl with animated eyes, sign clutched in your hands that spelled out in bubble letters, "marry me, Ghost!!" it took the breath from his lungs.
there were plenty of pretty girls, plenty of signs and plenty of pretty girls with signs, but none like you. he was completely enamored at the sight of you in the crowd, just over the shoulder of his opponent.
that split second distraction had him slammed to the ground, head banging hard enough to leave him with a dizzying concussion and a lost match. he'd get his ear screamed off later for this, but he took in the pretty face that darkened with his vision while he still could.
[ SUM ] - club owner!toji teaching his short-tempered waitress that she’s his favorite. (possessive reader x a manipulative toji)
[ PAIRING ] - club owner!toji x waitress!reader
[ WORD COUNT ] - 6.2k
[ TAGS] - dubcon, daddy kink, age-gap (39 + 20s), spit kink, dacriphilia, slight breeding, boss x employer, pet names, riding, spanking, sloppy oral m!receiving, cockdrunk, exhibitionism, kinda manipulative toji, reader has a short temper, possessive/needy reader.
[ A/N ]- ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ i neeeeeed him badddd
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
“yeah, doesn’t it feel good?” toji coos, eyes heavy as he continues to rub your clit over your drenched panties.
you have to stifle a moan with the back of your hand as you nod, “mm,” you squeak out. especially when you’re propped up on his desk, legs spread open and skirt pushed up to your waist as he sits reclined in his chair, bulge obvious against his pants.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his eyes flick up to your flushed face and the nervous tears that swim in your lidded eyes. “I’m not gonna be mad.”
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
fuck me.
the immediate heat that swarmed your body at your own words had the older man clenching his jaw tight to control himself. and maybe he was being manipulative. maybe he didn’t need to tell you that the other waitress that sucked him off a month ago wasn’t his favorite, but he only needed the relief after the argument you had with her that got him riled up.
you also didn’t need to know that he’s already fired her and she’s not actually on a leave of absence because of a family emergency these past weeks.
you also didn’t need to know how much he’s been yearning for you ever since he’s hired you around seven months ago. especially when you’d follow him around the first month as you were learning. just a college student working part time here, but you cared so deeply about his opinion and doing a good job. and it wasn’t hard to find out that you liked the praise.
so maybe when you walked in on the older waitress that you despised sucking your boss’s cock, it made your blood boil like no other and the immediate thought that you weren’t mr. toji’s favorite had you seething and breaking internally. and he caught onto that quick.
so when you asked for a meeting to talk about your performance report for this month, he immediately responded and that’s how you ended up sitting in the chair in front of him asking if you’d done anything wrong.
“now why would you think that?” toji softly asks. you bite your cheek trying to stop these embarrassing tears from falling. you’ve never cried over anything this small, you definitely weren’t sensitive, and it wasn’t like he was going to fire you. but the fact that he was treating others differently…it made your mind go haywire.
“c’mere,” he lifts his palm out for you to come too. moving around the desk you take his hand, cheeks warming as you feel his rough palm close around yours as he looks up at you. “you’re doing an excellent job.”
“but—“
you stop yourself, biting your cheek.
that’s when he decides to stand up, his free hand gently cupping your cheeks, thumb softly caressing you as he leans forward. you can feel your heart hammering against your chest the closer he gets until you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead. that’s it? you feel your hand unconsciously grab onto his shirt, and if he wasn’t doing his damn fucking hardest not to lose it, well shit. instead his lips move downward.
kissing your temple.
then your cheek.
then the corner of your mouth.
“mr. toji,” you softly plead, unsure of what you’re even asking, and that’s when he gives you a gentle kiss to your lips. your fist tightens around his shirt as you lean up chasing his lips once he pulls away.
his emerald eyes glance between yours noticing the mix of anxiety, confusion, and need in your gaze.
he gently guides your hips back until your thighs knock against his desk. and you barely have time to register what’s happened because he’s already lifted you up on the surface, his hand guiding your own to his chest as he leans forward. his face inches from yours as you glance between his hooded eyes. his expression only made your heart race even more, he wasn’t angry, right?
“you’ve been more squeamish around me this week. did something happen?”
his question only had your blood boiling remembering the events of last week, and luckily for toji, you were too fucking easy to read with that bored and angry expression that flashed across your adorable features, immediately side eyeing the memory.
“hey,” his firm commad had you glancing back at him.
“I saw you,” you start, licking your teeth. “and Ruby, last friday.” your eyes narrow with frustration. “why did you do that with her?”
toji has to bite his cheek to surpress his smirk, because this is the first time you’ve ever given him attitude. yes, he’s seen you be rude as fuck to customers and people that have hit on you, and he’s had to step in multiple times before you threw a bottle at a customer. but still, even with all that, when it came to him, you were a fucking angel. too good for your own good that it was like a completely different person. he knew you adored him.
“why did i do what?” he pushes. maybe, he wants to see you angry. see you frown at him.
he notices your jaw clench momentarily. your fingers caressing the hairs on his forearm as you meet his eye. “do i have to say it?”
he smiles. “indulge me.”
you inhale sharply before exhaling slowly, clearly he’s getting under your skin by playing dumb. but still, you bite. “why did you let that bitch suck your dick?”
toji’s dimples press in as he holds back his smile again, his heat slowly disappears as he walks a step back to plop down on his chair. you frown even more at the silence that follows as you sit up to look down at him. the way you cock your head to the side in annoyance only seems to egg toji further, but unlike you, he can practice a bit of patience.
“well?” you snap.
“well what?”
“well, why did you do it? she’s a horrible manager, and she’s a fucking bitch, and-and yeah.”
“and yeah?” toji is beyond amused at the embarrassment that floods over your face. but not at all surprised that you hold your ground. and he has to reward you for that at least. he rolls his chair a bit closer, lifting your foot on his knee, hand gently caressing your ankle.
“do you let anyone suck you off then?” you’re not amused, not even when his calloused hands are caressing up your bare calves.
and that’s when he decides to bite. “just my favorites.”
he feels you tense in seconds. and he would feel bad if he didn’t meet your stern, but hurt expression. and it almost felt like he dropped a precious jewel and watched it shatter when you glance away.
“so I’m not your favorite?”
fhuck.
he inhales. you’re killing him. actively twisting the knife because he just couldn’t stop his twisted smile.
“you just started workin’ here. and you’re only part time, kid. I’ve got a lot of good girls workin’ just as hard as ya,” oh how easy it was for him to lie. as if any of his other waitresses could even come close to you.
you bite down on your jaw again. this was frustrating. too frustrating. the uncertainty that swam inside you, the hurt that you wished was behind you. it all became too overwhelming. the emotions you’ve never experienced before was terrifying and something you’d rather run away from now.
“mr. toji?”
“yes?”
“i wanna quit.”
woah, what?! toji blinks, of all the things he was expecting to hear, this was definitely not one of his calculations. “hold on.”
“I hate working here.” oh….a tantrum. “i hate that you let that bitch suck you off. and I fucking hate how it makes me feel now,” you ramble, no tears in sight, just pure confusion and frustration. you were slightly out of breath as you continue on. “I don’t want to ruin your club, but I don’t think I can—I can’t be here….” you pause, “I can’t work here and….not be your favorite.”
well fuck me, toji thinks. yeah, he knew how you were with being praised, but fucking hell, you definitely have some needy validation kink or you’ll spiral. exhibit A. but only for him.
luckily for him, this just made it even better. he stands up, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he moves between your legs. tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “let’s take a breath,” his voice was low and firm. his hand gently caressing your thigh, unbothered by how your skirt was riding up. he leans down to kiss the spot right below your ear. “you’re gonna throw a tantrum the second you don’t get what you want?”
your hand grips his bicep, almost bruising if it was anyone but him. “it’s not fair.”
“what’s not fair?” his words were clipped, harsh, but his lips continued to kiss your neck as you squirm, feeling him suck your skin. “tell me.”
“it’s not fair that I’m treated differently,” you tug on his sleeve, angry, even when he lifts his head to meet your eyes. your breath catches. you’ve never seen this expression on him. he looks angry. you frown even more, adorable brows pushing together even when he grabs your face.
he can feel the ache between his legs, the uncomfortable stretch in his pants. the urge to just give you what you want, those fucking eyes. and yet, he composes himself. he wants to drag it.
his eyes glance at your glossy wet lips, and he has to stop himself by putting his thumb against your lips instead. “open.”
you do.
and he forces his thumb in. you grip his forearm, and he forces himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue as your eyes fill up too quickly. you hate how stupid you feel, but feeling not only his eyes on you, but every bit of his attention on you, it was beyond exhilarating.
enough that when he sat back down on his chair, you weren’t upset. or when he rolled forward, rough palm caressing your thighs before he lifted your legs up to prop them on his spread legs so he can lean in and kiss your knees. even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of his desk and spread your legs apart completely.
hell, you fucking loved it, the attention, and he knew.
“cute,” he comments, eyes dark as he looks at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. his thumb stroking your inner thigh. “you still mad at me?”
his question had you slightly irritated. your eyes deciding that the wall in the corner was far more entertaining.
“really, doll?” he tsks, hand grabbing the inside of your thigh, hand so close to your core you sucked in sharply, preventing a gasp. “I’m givin’ ya special treatment right now,” he continues sliding his hand until his thumb pressed right against your clit.
your back immediately arched and the hand holding yourself up curled into a fist behind you. his eyes widen just a fraction, you were far more sensitive then he’d thought.
the heat curled up the back of his neck at the thought of your innocence. was he corrupting you right now? he bites back a groan, watching you grapple with your emotions, scanning your tense features. lets see how long it’ll take till you break.
he continued massaging circles over your panties, it didn’t even feel like any friction because of how wet and see through they’ve gotten, but you were definitely cracking, especially with his unapologetic and uncalled for comments. “you’re just a kid getting upset that your boss is handling private business in his office.”
“you didn’t lock the door,” you huff, getting hurt the more he spoke about what happened.
“it’s my fuckin’ office. everyone respects that, well except for,” he pinches your clit making you gasp out a moan. eyes filling up faster.
“mister—angh toj…ah,” you’re leaning up, face flushed and eyes swarming with hurt.
“yes?”
you bite your cheek. a tear slipping down and it was almost too satisfying for the older man too see, if it wasn’t followed by the glimmer in your eyes slowly dying off.
“doesn’t it feel good?”
your lip trembles, but you nod. “mmm, yes.” you cover your face with the back of your hand looking away. and toji almost wants to stop.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. and you’re already shaking your head sputtering out your true thoughts, no matter how embarrassing it may sound.
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
toji blinks. his hand stopping as he stares at you. seriously, you’re still on that. your adorable doe eyes waver, maintaining eye contact with him, because that’s all you’ve always had over him. that look. the same one you’d give him when you refused to work a table with disgusting frat boys. or when you’d ask to leave a few minutes early so you could catch the train home. it was so easy for you to look at him and only him like that, that it was impossible to refuse.
the tears glimmer on your waterline, slowly sliding down your cheeks and it makes him crack.
he easily, flawlessly, hooks a finger and slides your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licks a wet strip up your sweet pussy.
you gasp loudly, leaning back on your hands, whining as toji slurps up your arousal that had been collecting the second you walked in and that he purposefully caused. “toji,” you grab his shoulder, nails digging in, but he doesn’t stop. instead he wraps his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you moan louder than ever.
“you’ve been playing me like a fucking fiddle,” he growls, biting down on your clit only for you to tug his hair, hard.
“i wasn’t—angh!” he bites down again. your pussy was practically pouring with arousal as he shoves his lips back in. he’s never tasted something so good in his life, the sweet syrupy taste of your juices had him moaning against you. fuck you were sweet everywhere. “toji, please,” your nails dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out. if he wanted too, he could pull away, easy. but having you force his head between your thighs had him yearning, grateful he doesn’t need to beg on his knees because he could’ve done so without hesitation if it meant he’d get to taste you.
your chest was rising. your cheeks were flushed as toji leaned back, almost growling when he pushed your legs wider to take a better look at that glistening pussy.
“you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans, rubbing his thumb through your arousal.
“what’re you—“
toji hums, opening you wider. “just looking,” he smiles, leaning down, eyes flicking up to meet your eyes as he spat down on your pussy like a pro, and dove right back in.
he didn’t stop. his tongue slid into your hole, and you literally felt your body rise of the desk for a second. “angh—you’re—inside—mmm fuck—“ you were a fucking moaner, and not in the porn typa of way. but in the adorable squeaks and gasps that have him rolling his eyes back in pleasure. he just wanted to drink everything up,
“close…so close mmh toji,” your moans, so airy and smooth, toji sucked your clit, tongue stroking the bundle of nerves edging you closer and closer until your hips were lifting up with his arms as you came. he almost lost his footing as he held your squirming body, tongue still moving against you.
“toji! s’ too much, anghh!” you cry, nails pulling his hair until it really began to hurt and pulse.
“fuck me, baby, that hurts,” he growls, holding your wrist as he looks up at you. and that’s when he notices how flustered you really were. your thighs trembled as they slid off his shoulders a bit and your chest was rising and falling.
you were fucking breath taking. fuck, you were looking at him with so much confusion he was close to moaning.
he slowly turned your wrist over, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your pulse before he it slowly came up. he stroked your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “you’re adorable,” his compliment almost felt demeaning. your eyes narrow and turn away, frowning.
“fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“means exactly what i said,” he grunts, turning your cheek so you’re looking at him. “you want my approval. is that gonna make you stay?”
you hate to admit it, but ya maybe. “whatever.”
“s’not whatever, i want you to stay. so tell me what you want,” he’s caressing your cheeks again. his presence was overwhelming as he towered over you. “I’ll give you this one even if you’re acting like a fuckin’ spoiled ass brat.” you frown even more, but he continues. genuine, eyes holding no alter motive when he says, “anything you want, pretty girl, cmon’ i know you liked being spoiled.” he tsks.
your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”
he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.
“strip.”
toji blinks, really? but looking at your face, even you’re blushing furiously, but still nodding.
“in here?” he clarifies. you nod. “you’re fuckin kinky.” he chuckles but begins with the first button of his dress shirt until he’s shrugging the material off revealing his wide sculpted chest. he definitely couldn’t be real. his arms were huge, muscle everywhere as you blushed at the sight of his naked torso, and you blew a fuse when yiur gaze traveled down the expanse of his chest to his dark happy trail. it made you even more excited when he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“stop,” you command as the last item on is his boxers. His muscular thighs only framing the large bulge that’s pressing hard against his thigh. toji can’t contain his smile at your ogling, not even when you slide off the desk and step down to kneel in front of him pushing him to sit back in his chair. “can i?”
“it’s your game,” he smirks.
your small hand starts to palm his cock, as you lean in, kissing his covered tip. the choked grunt your boss lets out only spurs you on as you suck through the material of his boxers. the long work day still stuck to his skin as your eyes fluttered shut as his scent filled your nose making you drip even more.
toji bites back a groan at the sight, “dirty girl,” he watches.
you don’t respond, too busy nosing his cock. you definitely were no ruby, but seeing your less experienced self explore and worship him was worth so much more. especially when he lifts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers down his thighs, blushing furiously when the real thing bobs in front of you. your pupils dilate at the sight. ten inches, heavy as it hovers between his muscular thighs. his happy trail is dark and leads to a well trimmed base of dark black hair that makes you flush. his musk was strong.
you lean forward, pressing your lips against his tip taking a lick, then another, you lick your hand and spit on his cock, eyes large as you wrap your palm around him and pull the skin back seeing his engorged tip come out. fuck me.
toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.
if only he knew all his cute little waitress wanted was to see his big fat dick.
“it’s so big,” you mutter to yourself, as you lick up over and over like it’s some damn popsicle. and toji lets out a low sigh deep inside his chest. his hips rising spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.
“take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your doe eyes fluttering up at him for more instructions. all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your previous orgasm. he needed to take picture and make it his lockscreen. “open wide, like a big girl—yes, mmm just like that—“ toji groans watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.
he gently guides you down. “you can take sum’ore, nghh—“
his hand pushes his loose strands back, biting his cheek to prevent the noises threatening to come out.
but fuck, he swears watching you slobber all over his dick as you bob your head at your own pace. the lewd squelching of your mouth sucking him was cussing his stomach to tighten, abs flexing when your hand begins to wander to his inner thigh.
your cute face was covered in drool, lashes kissing your flushed cheeks as they remained closed when you took him just a bit deeper. your throat tightening on instinct, “christ—“ toji grunts low and rough, thighs spreading even more, fingers lacing through your hair. “you just wanted to suck my dick, mmm ‘s that it?”
you hum pathetically loud around him, making his jaw clench.
“look up at me, baby, let me see you,” he gently gives your hair a little tug making you whine, slowly coming off his cock, tongue hanging out like a little slut as you catch your breath. your small hand is remains wrapped tightly around his base lazily rubbing his giant member across your tongue. unable to part with it even for a breath.
“hah, y’know,” toji licks his lips, chiseled chest rising with each breath as he takes in this sight. his cock twitches, pre-cum oozing out and easily swiped away by your greedy tongue.
you hum, glossy eyes doting up at him as your lashes flutter like a seductress.
his expression is pinched, thighs flexing as he keeps your head still so you were only giving him cute kitten licks, controlling himself. “ya should’ve told me sooner that you just wanted this.”
you pout up at him, kissing down the side is his cock, holding it against your sticky cheek unbothered by the mess. he exhales sharply, an airy laugh escaping him.
“what?”
you frown, sucking and licking at his base, then slowly dragging your tongue back up.
“fuck,” his back arches, barely, head thrown back as he grips your hair.
“i thought…i just…i didn’t want you to hate me,” you finally respond, adorably glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was popsicle. you peck his oozing tip, over and over, before swallowing him again. you whine around him, eyes teary as you stare up at your boss.
“shit, you fuckin’ brat,” his abs tense even more as you pick up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. his eyes struggle to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choke more of his cock into your tight hot mouth.
“f-fuck,” toji stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flex. the sound alone has you choking a bit as a moan leaves your throat. he doesn’t mean too tug your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you start whining.
his heavy eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull. “good fuckin—fhuh-ck“ his cheeks were stinging, too stubborn to admit how this is probably the best fucking head he’s gotten in years. and it’s simply because it’s you.
his sweet sweet waitress with the biggest attitude and so quick to throw something at customers, having you desperately gagging on his cock as tears stream down your cheeks with determination. fuck he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock—
“ya like having your throat stuffed? eh, was this all you wanted,” he bites his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gag even more but remain determined, whining around him barely as you grip his thighs.
his chest was covered with a layer of sweat, his darkened green gaze bore into in the lewd sight.
another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he covered it with his hand, his other hand pressing a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.
you pull off, gasping for air, but immediately latch onto him, his hips jerk in surprise, you weren’t giving him a second to rest. your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body.
“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.
your eyes are so big and glossy as you notice the shift in his expression. his cheeks flushed as he tries to control your head. but you want it. you want to taste him in your mouth, the victory of making your boss cum would quench your infinite desire to please him.
toji swears under his breath as a loud grunt leaves him when you swipe your tongue over the vein again and again, your cheeks hallow. “what’d I fuckin’ say you brat,” his hips stutter, cheeks flooding pink when you bat your pretty thick lashes at him.
he’s so fucked.
once again, your tongue swipes against the sensitive vein, but lucky for him, you come off to breathe. your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and cum connect your bottom lip to his drooling tip.
toji huffs, partially frustrated and partially surprised, until a deep groan comes out from deep in his chest that sends shiver down your spine and cheeks flushing because you decide to wrap your both of pretty little hands around his cock and start jerking him off.
“fuck!—hold on—“ toji chokes, his once laid back position has moved to a better seated posture, with his hand gripping your wrist, mentally deciding whether he should pull it off and stop you, or if he’s really enjoying this.
you pout at him like you’re the most innocent little thing, and not like you’re unraveling his entire existence this very second.
you continue jerking his twitching cock, his jaw tenses, thumb rubbing your wrist. his neck was completely visible as it strained with pressure. the sweat that beaded his chest had your pupils dilating at the sight. why was your boss so fucking hot?
and so your lips returned to his fat tip, it was definitely an addiction. like a baby to a pacifier. sucking his tip was so gratifying. you whine, hand sliding down to play with your boss’s giant cum filled balls.
toji lost control the second he allowed you to get on your knees. he was letting you do as you please and he was desperately trying to control his orgasm, if that’s possible with the way you’re licking that vein.
“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”
he hunches forward, abs fully tensing as he grips your hair and spasms in your mouth.
his groans and grunts had your thighs clenching tight. once you tasted the first spurts of his thick cum hitting the back of your throat, you felt something hot flush through your veins.
“shiit—“ toji pulls you off his cock, holding his base with a tight grip, jaw tight, keeping his tip on your flat tongue. “this what you wanted—mmm shit—“ he grunts, slightly rolling his hips up into his hand, letting his chubby cock clench up and spurt more ropes of cum on your tongue and face.
you blink, lashes fluttering like a princess as your boss bites back another grunt as he covers your face in cum.
“fuck,” his slow exhale is met with his cock tapping your tongue, smearing his cum across your glossy lips. “you—“ he chokes, cheeks unbelievably flushed when you lick his tip and suck the remnants of his cum. “baby.”
his calloused hand stops your actions, grabbing tissues on the side as he affectionately holds your face and cleans his cum off.
you remain still. pretty lashes closed until he finishes. his thumb caressing your cheek, then your glossy lips, and nothing else was stopping him from tilting your head up, and when your eyes blinked open, his lips crashed against yours.
a gasp slips out, but easily turns into a whimper as he deepens the kiss. it felt like second nature, his tongue desperate as you meet him. rising up, you easily climb onto his lap. arms locking around his neck, kissing him with every fiber of your being.
“fucking’ tease,” he mutters between kisses, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.
your lips curl, earning a chuckle from the older man, his hands gripping your ass as he had you rock against his chubby cock.
he easily slid between your folds, grinding you back and forth. his tongue playing with yours, eyes half lidded as he watched your expression. “yeah, you like that?”
you hum, exhaling against his kiss, “yeah.” your tease sends a wave of heat through his body, his grip on your ass almost painful as he grabs his cock. his lips find yours again, humming in delight, slapping his hard cock against your ass, spreading your juices around.
“you gonna take it like one of my girls,” he exhales, calloused palm holding your ass apart as he feels the heat from your pussy.
however you pull away from his lips, warm breath fanning against his face as your chest heaves lightly. he bites back a groan, pressing himself against your ass again, watching your gaze narrow at him.
“only girl.”
he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.
“only girl, eh?”
you nod. eyes studying his reaction as you cup his jaw, fingers digging in as you stare him down. he doesn’t break eye contact, his tongue running across his lips, touching his scar as he swallows a groan.
“just me,” your voice is lower, stern. like you can tell him what to do.
he hums, lifting your ass up, and your body following suite, lining his cock against your tight hole. your lips hover over his, small breath escaping as he keeps his eyes locked on you.
“you telling me what to do?” his question was teasing, but the way he was staring you down was definitely a test. at least in your little brain. you hum, whining just a bit when he pushes his tip through your tight opening. your walls immediately stretching as your nails dig into his nape. “is that what’s happenin’ here?”
you choke, eyes fluttering, jaw momentarily slack as he rocks you on his tip.
“you forgot how to speak, baby? you wanna be a big girl?” his jaw tenses when your tight cunt squeezes him. “shiit—“ his grip tightens on your ass as you still hold his jaw, head pressed against his. eyes shut. “tight fuckin’ cunt,” he loosens his grip on your ass and brings a hand cracking down.
“angh!” your loud yelp has him grunting as he pushes more in, your lips press against his again. “it’s wait—haah-“ you choke against his lips as he tries to kiss you. but your breaking off into moans, unable to keep up with the unbelievable stretch. in this delirious state, you don’t realize he’s opened up your work shirt, revealing your breasts. “fuck I miss those bras that would unclasp from the front,” he mutters as he kisses the tops of your breasts. his fingers easily sliding up your spine sending shiver down your spine as he flicks over the clasp watching your bra slip down.
your fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. he moans around you, squeezing your ass with both hands. your eyes flutter shut, body heating up before he’s suddenly lifting you up, so just hit tip remained inside your right walls.
“deep breath, baby,” he huffs, biting his jaw as your eyes glance down at him.
“what’re you—“ the sentence immediately dies on your tongue, as he slams you down on his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making sure all ten fat inches of him are stuffed inside you.
“fuck—there we go,” toji exhales, groaning when you clench and shake over him. “you okay, baby?” he soothes a hand down your spine, your face buried in his shoulder, shaking. “baby?”
you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.
he massages your ass gently rocking you. “ya haveta talk to me, pretty girl—shit,” he tenses underneath you when your wall clench his fat length. you whimper again, feeling your boss’s cock twitching inside you.
“it hurts,” you whine, luckily he hears your small voice. his lips turn to kiss your temple as you hold him tighter.
“it’s big that’s why. but it’ll feel much better in a few minutes, don’t you feel full?” he coos, speaking so gently you’d almost guess he didn’t have his monstrous cock stuffing your little hole full.
you hum, wiggling in discomfort. toji hums, lifting your ass, biceps flexing as he spread his legs, and he drops you back down. “fuckk,” his groans sends a new wave of heat down to your core.
it took a few more thrusts, until you were rocking down, humming as you continued riding him. “haah yeah, jus’ like that baby,” his praises easily fueled your confidence.
you moaned, bouncing with his help, your ass clapping down against his legs as he continued helping your movements. your lips find his again in a messy kiss.
“hmm angh more—“ you whine, growing dumber as his palms dig into the flesh of your ass, his own cheeks flushed red as you drool into his mouth, the squelching of your pussy sucking him back in with every thrust.
“more?” he snorts, but nonetheless, spreads your ass before he starts thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.
“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”
your pitched moans immediately sent toji into a frenzy. if you couldn’t get even more breathtaking, his teeth sink into your neck as you whine, nails digging into his nape and shoulder.
“fuck—tight fuckin’ cunt sucking me to—shiit“ toji grunts out more curses as he licks over the deep bite mark on your neck.
your mixed cum is webbed between your plush thighs, as he thrusts harder, and you can’t help leaning to his lips again whining his name like a prayer until he meets your kisses.
too caught up in the moment, toji missed the repeated knocks on his office, until one of the bar tenders opened the door, the loud music from the club downstairs filling in the room. and the sight of the short tempered waitress crying and whining as she rode the boss’s fat cock left him frozen in his tracks.
toji immediately sensed the door, eyes sharp and unforgiving as he met the poor man’s gaze. he kept his rhythm not wanting you to notice and freak out.
“angh toji—pleas—so big—fhuck—“ you moan, unbeknownst to you, your boss is flipping off the man at the door, and mouthing ‘get the fuck out’. because in seconds the man disappears and toji is back to a quicker pace.
“so good—ji—“ your eyes are glossed over, lips smeared with salvia as he slaps your ass again.
“gun’nu cum, baby? haah feel ya tighten on me, cmon—“ his grunts are starting to waver, a layer of sweat shining across his forehead as you whine louder, eyes filling with more tears as you kiss him.
“gun cum—fhuck—i—“ your lips form an o, as you feel your body loose strength and the build up deep in your core. the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his hairy pubes had your eyes rolling back as tears slipped down the flush of your cheeks.
“yeah, haha cumming’ pretty girl, my favorite girl,” his continuous praising had your orgasm crashing over you. legs shaking as he slaps your ass again, thrusts relentless. edging himself closer to his orgasm as you shake and hug him tighter, face pressed against his shoulder as you cry. “aww baby —“ he grits, breathless as he feels his core tighten getting so close as the lewd squelching filled the room. “my baby, look at me—wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”
your small body is shaking, before you lift your face, orbs glossy and face wet with tears as you pant, lips hovering over his, face so close to his, he was ready to bust right there, but instead you decided to kiss him again, absolutely fucked dumb. rocking back into each thrust even as it sent your body shivering with overstimulation.
“mine,” you kiss him, desperate. he hums as you continue whining, much softer and needier than before. “cum—please—fuck your cum in me t’ji—haah okay, okay?”
“shit,” a throaty groan escapes his lips at your words. “ya’ can’t fuckin—“
“please please,” you cry, sniffling with a moan, “i love you, I love yo—angh!” the sharp thrust immediately knocks the wind out of you and you feel the loud rumble underneath as toji groans. the deep groan rocks your core as you feel the hot sensation fill you up.
toji’s head is thrown back, hips locked up, chest heaving as another animalistic groan comes out along with another heavy spurt of cum.
you whimper, face pressed into his shoulder, hugging him tightly as he lifts your hips again, just for another wave of cum to crawl up and spurt inside you. you whine lowly, feeling so full as toji exhales sharply, before he moves to pull your ass up, his softening cock slipping out along with the cum that oozes out in fat messy globs.
toji shivers holding his cock as he smears his cum again and then slowly pushes in. fuck you’re so warm.
“baby?” toji sighs out, hand caressing your back.
you hum gently.
he nudges you softly, but you remain still, hugging him tighter, just like a spoiled little girl. toji exhales, head tilted back in the chair, arms wrapping around you as he appeals to your post-sex nerves.
“I’m your favorite,” you mutter it like a command instead of a question.
toji hums.
“just me,” you say it firmly, arms tightening.
“just you,” he gently caresses the back of your head, petting you.
“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.
toji holds back a chuckle as he smiles, “yeah, i know.”
“so I’m gonna stay,” your voice is slightly hesitant.
“is that a question?”
you finally peel your face from his shoulder. sitting up, looking down at him as he smirks. hand brushing your side.
“you promise it’s me. I’m your favorite,” you wipe some tears with the back of your hand as you glare at your boss.
his gaze flicks between yours, because he regrets it. not fucking you now. no, that was the best fucking thing he’s done in a long time. and he’s almost sure you were a virgin too, which made him have another feeling swell inside him. but what he regrets was making you feel this uneasiness.
he should’ve kept it in his pants and not let ruby suck him off, because now his precious girl was convincing herself to trust him.
he knows he’s disgusting. he knows you’re much better than him in every way. but he still leans up, kissing your hand then your lips, soft…sweet and whispers.
“you’re my favorite. that won’t change. I promise,” he waits for your eyes to find the truth written on his face, and feels a weight gently lift off his shoulders when you pout adorably, bringing a pinkie up. and he takes your pinkie shaking it with his.
to say that toji kept his word was an understatement. everybody knew that you were dating the boss. not only because unbeknownst to you, that bar tender told everyone how he caught you both fucking in the office, but also because of the possessiveness expressed on your end towards your older boyfriend.
you were always latched onto him. glaring at anyone that starred too hard, or tried to speak to him unprofessionally. it was cute having a cute little kitty thinking she’s a bulldog barking at everyone, but only seemed to draw the opposite affect on him, as he’d come up to you grabbing the bottle you were ready to throw at some man that tried to pick a fight with your boyfriend.
“there there, i got it, baby,” he’d calmly speak into your ear with a chuckle. your nostrils flaring as you hum in agreement, loosening your grip on the bottle and watching with arms crossed as your boyfriend handled it swiftly.
ᝰ.ᐟ ragebaiting sukuna with the small banana trend and immediately regretting it ⸝⸝ suggestive
the kitchen was usually a danger zone when sukuna was involved, mostly because his idea of "helping" involved criticizing your knife skills or taking over the stove because he couldn't stand anyone else controlling the fire. but today, you were the one playing with fire.
you had spent the morning scrolling through social media, watching unsuspecting boyfriends undergo an immediate existential crisis over a piece of fruit. the trend was simple: hold up a giant, borderline comical banana, call it "small" or "average," and watch your partner’s brain short-circuit.
naturally, you looked at the abnormally large banana sitting in your fruit bowl, looked at sukuna snoring softly on the couch, and decided peace was never an option. you were going to be an absolute menace.
you set up your phone against the blender, adjusting the angle so the entire kitchen island was in view. you began prepping the ingredients for a smoothie, deliberately making enough noise to rouse the man. predictably, it didn't take long for a heavy, tattooed presence to loom into the kitchen, yawning and scratching the back of his neck.
"what are you doing, brat?" he muttered, his voice thick with sleep but already laced with his usual gruff impatience.
"making a smoothie. help me get the fruit?" you asked, offering a sweet, entirely innocent smile.
sukuna huffed, leaning his massive frame against the counter next to you. even in plain sweatpants and a t-shirt, he looked intimidating, his crimson eyes tracking your movements with lazy amusement. he reached for the fruit bowl, grabbed the genetic anomaly of a banana you had strategically left on top, and handed it over.
you took it, holding it right up to the camera lens.
"okay guys," you said in your best, high-pitched influencer voice. "next, we're just gonna add a really small, pretty average banana to the mix."
beside you, sukuna froze. his hand paused mid-air. he looked at the banana—which was easily the size of a forearm—then at the phone camera, and finally down at you. his brow hitched up, his expression a perfect mix of offended disbelief and immediate suspicion.
"what did you just call that?" he asked, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble.
"a small banana," you said deadpan, keeping your eyes glued to the cutting board as you began to peel it. "honestly, it's a little on the tinier side, but it'll do for a single serving."
a beat of silence hung over the kitchen. sukuna closed the distance between you, his chest pressing against your shoulder as he peered down at the fruit. he knew exactly what you were doing. he could see the slight twitch at the corner of your lips, the faint tremor of your shoulders as you tried not to laugh. you were baiting him. you were actively challenging him on camera.
and sukuna never backed down from a challenge.
"listen to me, woman," he growled, though the harshness was undercut by a dangerous, amused glint in his eyes. he reached out, his thick, calloused fingers wrapping around your wrist to stop you from cutting the fruit. "if your eyes are so broken that you think this is small, we need to get you medical attention. that thing is a monstrosity."
"it's average, sukuna. don't project your insecurities onto the groceries," you shot back, looking up to meet his gaze with a defiant smirk.
a low, rumbling chuckle vibrated against your back. he didn't get genuinely angry; instead, his grip on your wrist softened, his thumb stroking the soft skin there in a surprisingly gentle gesture before he snatched the banana right out of your hands. he tossed it carelessly onto the counter and stepped directly in front of you, completely blocking out the camera view with his broad shoulders.
"insecurities?" he leaned down, his face inches from yours, trapping you against the edge of the island. one of his large hands came up, not to strike, but to cup the back of your neck, his thumb resting right under your jaw, tilting your head up. his touch was heavy, possessive, but careful. "you think you're clever, playing games for your little audience?"
"i don't know what you mean," you whispered, your heart hammering a bit faster now—not from fear, but from the sudden, heavy shift in the air.
"you know exactly what i mean, brat," he murmured, his thumb applying a tiny bit of pressure to your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. a dark, arrogant smirk spread across his face, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto yours. "you want to talk about what's average? what's small?"
he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as his voice dropped to a gravelly, private whisper meant entirely for you, completely ignoring the phone still recording behind him.
"turn the camera off, right now. because if you want to play a game of comparisons, i am more than happy to give you a hands-on reminder of exactly how small you are compared to the real thing. and trust me, you won't be calling it 'average' when you're begging me to stop."
he pulled back just enough to look at your warm face, his smirk widening as he saw the triumph fade into sudden, breathless heat. he patted your cheek gently—a patronizing, yet oddly affectionate gesture.
"go on," he purred, stepping back to give you room. "shut it down. let's see if you can handle the real weight of your words."
he stepped out of the frame, leaving you standing alone in front of the lens. your face was burning, the confident, teasing smirk completely wiped from your face.
slowly, you reached out to turn off the recording, looking directly into the camera with wide, slightly panicked eyes.
cw: cheating, bad relationship, Soap x reader, Simon Riley x reader, yearning Simon, asshole Soap.
When Johnny first started bragging about his new missus to the team, Simon didn't think much of it.
With Soap, new girls came and went. This one shouldn't have been any different. That should've been the end of it.
Simon couldn't have given less of a shit.
But this one seemed different.
____ always looked so unhappy around Johnny.
Like the first time Simon met her.
Johnny had introduced her as his girl.
Few drinks later, she gently tugged at Soap's sleeve as the music changed.
"One dance?" Johnny didn't even look at her.
"Nah. Not in the mood, doll."
Simon simply watched from the other side of the room. He wasn't the dancing type either.
Hell. He'd probably step on her feet every ten seconds.
But if dancing meant wiping that sad little look off her face…
He would've become fucking Michael Jackson.
She'd visit the base every now and then just to make sure Johnny had properly eaten.
Always carrying a bento box.
Rice. Meat. Vegetables.
Enough food to feed half the bloody task force.
Sometimes she'd bring sweets for the whole team, too.
The moment she left, Johnny popped the lid open.
"Tch. Don't like this."
Without a second thought, he shoved the whole thing across the table.
"Anyone wants it?" Simon frowned.
The fuck?!
Simon would never do that.
Never.
If she had made that lunch for him…
He would've eaten every last grain of rice.
Hell, he'd lick the damn container clean before letting somebody else touch it.
Days kept passing, and Johnny kept running his fucking mouth.
Complaining.
Rolling his eyes whenever her name came up.
Like loving her was somehow an inconvenience.
How she wanted to dance.
How she always worried if he'd eaten.
How she texted him good morning every single day.
Then came the night at the bar.
Simon hadn't meant to look. Johnny didn't care enough to hide it.
One hand around another woman's waist.
Then..
...a kiss.
What the fuck was wrong with him?!
How could anybody cheat on such a perfect bird like ____?
If she were his… He would've thanked every God willing to listen just for letting her choose him.
Still. As furious as it made him…
That wasn't what finally broke him.
It happened back at base.
Johnny started talking about his first time with the missus.
"She's always asking for kisses. Wants hugs all the bloody time." The whole room laughed. Simon looked up from the paperwork in front of him.
"And don't even get me started on sex. She keeps trying to make it all romantic while I'm just trying to stick it in—" Johnny never got to finish that sentence.
The lieutenant's fist broke his nose before anyone even realized he'd moved.
"THE FUCK, RILEY?!" Blood poured down Johnny's face while he stumbled back, holding his nose. The room fell dead silent.
"I'm taking the missus away from you."
"You what?"
"Heard me."
Without another word, he turned around and walked out of the base.
Somehow, he ended up standing outside their apartment.
He wasn't even sure how he'd gotten there.
He just knew he'd started driving.
Now he was here.
"Oh… You're Johnny's teammate, right?" She smiled politely.
"…Yeah."
"What brings you he—"
"You know he's cheating."
Her smile faded.
"You already knew. You're not stupid." She didn´t answer. Didn´t have to.
Simon clenched his jaw.
"…Take me instead." She blinked.
"…Excuse me?"
"Take me instead of that fucking asshole."
"You don't even know me."
"I know enough." She looked away.
"I'd treat you better. The way you deserve." She turned to stare at him.
"…Why?"
For the first time that night… Simon hesitated.
Then he didn´t.
"I'd never make you beg."
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I know I can treeat youu beetterr, than he can...!!! 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Please give me a Simon Riley like right now ToT
the second your body twitches, even slightly, or you change position, toji’s eyes immediately prick open — constantly on guard.
but tonight? tonight he was awoken by something far different.
first, a gentle shuffle, your head resting against his broad chest, one of your legs slotting between his. toji stirs, instinctively draping an arm around you.
just as he begins to drift back off into a light sleep, skin to skin with his girl, you unconsciously lock your leg around him tighter; bare core pressing against the side of his thigh.
instantly, he’s awake again feeling the heat and wetness of your cunt against his skin.
toji assumed it’d end there. but no. slowly, you begin to roll your hips against his thigh, needy for him even in a deep sleep.
he doesn’t stop you, just lets out a low, quiet chuckle. "needy girl."
his hand finds your hair, gently soothing you as you unknowingly pleasure yourself, clit rubbing against his skin with every gentle thrust of your hips.
you sigh softly, warm and safe, pussy drooling from the contact. "makin’ a mess all over me, grinding that lil’ pussy all over me like y’just can’t help it," toji purrs, quiet enough not to wake you.
toji shifts his thigh more firmly between your legs, putting more delicious pressure on your clit, drawing a needy whimper from you. "keep goin, baby, that’s it," he soothes with that deep, gravelly voice, dick beginning to twitch beneath his boxers.
gradually, you pick up the pace, still in a deep sleep. you begin to moan, soft and breathy — slick sticky and warm against toji’s thigh.
you whine as your body grows tired, rutting against your boyfriend with unhurried rolls of your hips — "mnn," you complain, lazy and oblivious.
watching you struggle, toji grips your hip with one large hand, helping you move. "i’ve got you, princess. gonna help you."
your little sighs and moans turn into soft, broken pants. toji’s lips brush your temple, still occasionally muttering sweet praise.
"cmon, baby. almost there," he encourages, addicted to watching the way your hips move against him.
a smirk grows on toji’s face as he feels your body tense — so small against his. a desperate cry slips past your lips, along with a quiet mumble of his name.
"mm, toji—" you mewl, chasing the pleasure, still anchored in by toji’s large hand on your hip.
you stir awake just before you cum, eye fluttering open, too tired to register what was going on. "that’s a good girl," he rasps, "fuckin’ adorable."
you take in the feeling of your creamy mess against toji’s thigh — a faint sheen of sweat on your forehead.
your clit throbs as you come down, mind finally catching up with your body. toji kisses your temple, "look who’s awake." you bury your face against his chest, trying to hide your embarrassment. "toji.. did i-"
"hump my thigh in your sleep, yeah baby. y’did," he grins, rubbing your back reassuringly. "s’okay, it was cute."
you feared this would become a habit.
a/n; sorry this is so short i was having toji withdrawals and wanted to write something before bed (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
♯ nerd!satoru who was beyond irritated. you’d spent the entire night whining and demanding his attention without an ounce of shame, leaving him running on zero sleep before his final the next day. and who would've guessed? your actions have consequences! twt link
satoru didn't look like the class genius right now. his glasses were pushed up haphazardly on his head, his white hair a mess, and his eyes, those piercing, crystalline eyes, were narrowed with a cold, focused irritation. he stood over you, his silhouette looming large against the living room light, while you lay sprawled on the couch, completely exposed and trembling.
he didn't waste time with gentleness either. the moment he snatched you into his dorm room, he had grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs back with a sudden, forceful jerk. your knees were shoved up toward your chest, satoru pinning your lower body in a position that left you wide open and utterly vulnerable.
"a seventy," he spat, his voice low. "i have never seen a number that low on a piece of paper in my entire life. do you have any idea how pathetic a seventy is for me?"
"t—toru— i’m—"
"shut up," he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of anger and lust. "you spent the whole night distracting me! every time i tried to focus on the molecular bonds, you were touching me, whining for attention, making sure i couldn't think about anything but how much i wanted to fuck you dumb."
there was nothing rhythmic or sensual about his thrusts. it was a pounding, punishing pace. he hammered into you, his hips colliding with yours with a loud, wet slap that echoed through the room. each thrust was designed to drive the point home, hitting your cervix with a blunt force that made your vision blur.
"i— i'm s-s—" you tried to choke out an apology, but as he lunged forward again, the force of the impact snapped your head back. the words died in your throat, replaced by a high-pitched, broken moan.
"you’re what? you’re sorry?" satoru sneered, leaning down so his face was inches from yours, though he didn't stop the brutal assault of his hips. "sorry doesn't fix my gpa, baby. sorry doesn't erase the fact that i failed to maintain my perfect streak because you couldn't keep your hands off me."
he gripped your thighs tighter, his fingers digging into your skin, bruising you as he held you locked in that folded position. he accelerated, his cock sliding in and out of your soaking pussy with a violent friction. god, the sound was graphic; the squelch of lubrication and the heavy thud of his body slamming against yours.
"aww, look at you," he cooed, watching your face contort in a mix of pleasure and overwhelming intensity. "you love this, don't you? you love knowing you ruined my grade, and now you get to take my big dick for it!"
you tried to speak again, your lips trembling, wanting to tell him how much you loved him, how sorry you were, but every time you opened your mouth, he delivered another blow. you voice was reduced to incoherent whimpers and shattered breaths. you were shaking, your muscles twitching under the onslaught of his pace.
"i’m going to make sure you remember this every time you think about distracting me again," satoru groaned, his pace becoming frantic, almost feral. “you're going to take every inch of this, yeah? you're going to feel exactly how pissed off i am."
he let out a low, guttural growl, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more violent. he was bottoming out inside you, stretching you to your limit, driving you deeper into the couch. you could only cling to the fabric of the cushions, your fingers clawing at the material as you were bounced relentlessly.
"tell me," he commanded, his voice straining as he neared his peak. "tell me you're a distraction— fuck!— tell me you're a little brat who deserves to be fucked like this.”
you tried to scream it, to give him what he wanted, but a particularly deep thrust hit a spot that sent a jolt of electricity through your entire spine. your eyes rolled back, your jaw dropping open in a silent scream of ecstasy as your walls clamped tight around. as he slammed into you again, the impact sending a shockwave through your core, you managed to find a sliver of your voice.
"t— toru— please," you whimpered, your head tossing from side to side on the cushion. "slow— slow down— mmmh! please, just a little—“
satoru let out a small scoff, his cock buried deep in your soaking heat. he looked down at you, seeing your flushed face, your blown out pupils, and the way your body was trembling under his weight. a slow, smug grin spread across his lips, and he let out a soft laugh that vibrated in his chest.
"slow down? y’want me to slow down, angel?" he echoed, his voice a raspy, dangerous purr.
he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, and let out a small, needy moan that shifted into a pathetic, high-pitched whimper. the sound was jarring coming from him, a brief lapse in his control that only highlighted how much he was enjoying this.
"you think i’m done with you already?" he whispered, his breath hot against your skin.
"i’m just getting started,” he snickered once more upon your disheveled appearance, “a seventy is a disaster, and you're going to feel every single point i lost."
without warning, he gripped your thighs even tighter, hauling your knees even closer to your chest until you were practically folded in half. he didn't slow down, instead, he shifted his angle, driving back into you with a renewed, savage intensity.
the sound of his hips slamming against yours returned with a violent slap, the wet squelch of your pussy gripping his thick dick echoing through the quiet room. he began to hammer into you again, faster than before, his movements relentless.
“satoruuu!—” you yelped, crying out, “you’re so— nnghh!— so big— don’t stop! pleasepleaseplease—”
"beg me to slow down again— i dare you," he whimpered, his voice thick with arousal as he pounded into your cervix.
"i wanna hear you beg while i fuck the apology right out of you."
second post of the day because i just HAD to write for this man 👅👅👅 he is irresistible.
