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[6zk]

toji + trying (and failing) to keep you quiet with his cock

sometimes all you do is yap and toji has to find creative ways to shut you tf up without you sulking about him being mean... and he's not as much of a fan of just telling you to shut up as he used to be, you've softened that side of him. so most of the time it's with his cock in your mouth.

when you're laying between his legs one evening, pulling down his sweats to free his achingly hard cock, toji's glad for a few moments of peace. he loves you and your pretty voice and excitable nature, but he loves filling your mouth just that little bit more. you're holding his length in one hand, stroking him lazily as you wet your lips and spit directly onto his angry tip.

he thinks you're about to take him into your mouth when you freeze and straighten out a little. "toji. did i tell you about what that new hire said today? i was so right about her, you know."

"mm," toji all but groans. "tell me after, ma."

you smile down at him and toji, thinking you understand his hope for a little peace-and-release, smiles back. it's sweet and rare and makes you giggle when it drops upon you fishing your phone out of your back pocket.

"don't worry, toji," you grin. "i recorded it on my way home so i wouldn't forget."

you scroll through your phone for a minute before turning the volume up and pressing 'play' on something. you set your phone down on his tummy, and toji practically snarls when your voice comes through on the loudspeaker.

'hiiii toji!! welcome back to the love-of-your-life-work-stories... so i was minding my own business in the break room when this satan-spawn new hire came in and started bitching at ME for things SHE didn't do!! so i said to her..."

toji lifts his head to look down at you, cheek pressed against his thigh as you're seemingly lost in your own story. "babe."

"oh!" you jolt up and take his cock in your hand once again. "right! oh listen to this part i make a really funny joke, you'll love it."

toji rolls his eyes, half in annoyance and half in endearment. and also because you finally wrap those pretty lips around the head of his cock and start working him towards an orgasm he so desperately needs.

damn the development of technology and your newfound ability to talk AND suck his dick at the same time.

[6zk]

clark kent + fucking you in a headlock.

he’s hardly a fan of being rough with you, but clark can’t deny himself the pleasure of you like this. ass up, back arched away from his front as his bulging bicep keeps your head locked nice and close.

every time he tightens his grip on you, you tighten around his cock in turn. messy fucking girl, he thinks, drooling all over his arm and probably not even realising it—he wonders if you’d milk him for all he’s worth like this, or if you’d pull at his iron grip and beg for some sort of reprieve from his caging body as you come.

he loves you. how you feel taking his cock so deep like this, he’s bucking up into you with that seemingly endless stamina of his, each thrust knocking the air from your lungs and making you sputter these gorgeous ramblings of ‘more’ and ‘please’ and oh? have you finally found your manners?

and the closer he gets to orgasm, the tighter his headlock becomes, until you’re genuinely gasping for breath and stars are teeming in your peripheral vision and you’re coming so hard that you’re falling in love with clark all over again just for the fun of it.

and because he’s a man that, for better or worse, pushes himself past his limits, more often than not he’ll ignore your signs of overstimulation to instead snake his free arm around your front to rub lovely little circles over your clit. you can come once more for him, can’t you baby? ‘s not like you can run from his ministrations anyways, each time you buck forward you’re only pushing your face firmer against his corded arms.