𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 love, love, loves to put his filthy little slut in a nasty headlock when's he's stuffin' her tight, warm holes from the meanest angles possible. he always cums the hardest when his beefy arms have your head locked the fuck in place.
his strong forearms snug underneath the meat of your thighs, exposing the slick petals of your folds and spreading your hole all the wider because he can. shouta adores full nelson - his large, rough hands are clamped down around your neck, the position forcing you to stare at where your bodies are joined.
his grueling thrusts would not be complete without the absolute monster he was packing underneath his deceptive pants. "sho, it's too... too much." the words catch in your throat, replaced with incoherent babbles that intensify each time his balls slap up against your ass.
"can't hear you, angel. you're sayin' it's too much but my balls are fucking soaked. that sound we're making? is cause of your slutty pussy, babygirl." there's no room to argue, not when you're folded in half like a damn lawnchair and your boyfriend won't give you a reprieve.
catch a hint of attitude with him and he'll abandon grading papers in favor of fixing that mouth of yours. there's nowhere to run - not when he's prying his fingers past your lips and digging into the wet flesh of your inner cheeks. "that's it, choke just like a good girl. suck on them a little for me."
he really let you have it once - got himself so pussy drunk that even he forgot how many creampies had leaked onto the sheets. he managed to hold up most of your body weight, your neck stabilized by the crook of his elbow. "don't want you to fuckin' breathe. feels so much better to cum when you're this dizzy."
what gets him off the quickest is when your small hands weakly grab at his arm. your inferior arm strength is zero match for a man, a pro hero at that, whose cock becomes even harder seeing you struggle.
shouta will wipe the sweat off of his brow with the same arm that's been drooled over for the past hour. "sh, angel. i've got you. no more roughing you up, think this cute pussy's had enough for tonight."
he doesn't mean to choke you almost like he would a villain, albeit without genuine lethal force. he can't help how violently his cock twitches when your desperate wails and pathetic whimpers reach his ears. calling him "too big," and "too much" all at once before he's even really started fucking you.
you try to have a quickie with hybrid but as soon as they gets close, and you’re begging him no knot today because you’re in a rush, he’s suddenly got you pressed down face first into the mattress and you can feel something begin to swell inside of you as he drools across the back of your shoulder….
so foolish of you to believe he’s strong enough to go against his instincts when he’s already balls deep
[ 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.
“ya, 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 ya.”
“and ya?” 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. ya 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 stood up, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he stood 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 squirmed, 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, so 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’d decided to wrap your pretty little hands both 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 was desperate to control his orgasm, if that’s even possible with the way you’re reluctantly 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, and once you tasted the first spurts of his thick cum hitting the back of your throat, did you feel something 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 muttered 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 slide between your folds, grinding you back and forth. his tongue playing with yours, eyes half lidded as he watched your expression. “ya, you like that?”
you hum, exhaling against his kiss, “ya.” your tease sent a wave of heat through his body, his grip on your ass almost painful as he grabbed his cock. his lips finding 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 you closest as your gaze narrows 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, l 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 hovering over his 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 even realize he’s opened up your work shirt open 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 you 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’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 nine 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 tour 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 yaa, just 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 sunk 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 a 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.
“ya, haha cumming’ pretty girl, my favorite girl,” his continues 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 left 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 gently, 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, “ya, 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 biggest 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.
tags | angst, abusive relationships, reader is married to another man, blood, murder of animals eventually, eventual smut, religious guilt, infidelity, darker than most concepts I write, please heed the tags before each chapter as this story is 18+
when he’s so so big over you and inside you trying to coax you into relaxing for him; saying ‘it’s ok, sweetheart, you’re doing so well for me, you can take it’ and he kisses you as he slides himself all the way home inside you(swearing you’re so tight around him he can feel your heartbeat) so that your little hiccup is swallowed by his mouth and then he pulls back to admire the sight of you stretched around him to coo; ‘see? there’s my pretty angel. look how good you look full of me.’
Thinking about sitting in Toji’s lap which has become your designated spot these days.
When he rolls his blunts or joints, when he’s paying bills or on the phone with a friend, when he wants you to cuddle with him, or maybe get each other off on the couch— it’s yours.
Even has his hand out to help you like a princess getting on her thrown. Twirls his finger so you can show off your outfit to him, takes your hand before you sit in his lap and he nuzzled his face in your neck, “You’re a fuckin smoke show doll. Fuck me.”
It makes the guy chuckle, end of his eyes crinkling while he pats your thighs, “You’re such a daddy’s girl baby, can’t help yourself can you?”
Oh.
Oooohhh, did it do something to your insides. Made you feel all warm and tingly all over. Pussy clenching. You try to brush it off, looking towards the tv that’s not on- the speaker that plays his favorite music, anything to keep yourself distracted. but Tojis hand will slowly creep up your spine, up to your nape, thumbing the curls that lay there. “You’re my good kid, aren’t you gorgeous?”’
“Toji.” It almost comes out as a soft moan but you have restraint, only leaning into his caress. You’re sure he can feel the heat growing under your skin. His eyes trail all over you, emerald green eyes trained on you like you’re the only thing existing. “So damn beautiful kiddo, you know that? My perfect girl.”
a/n: ‘Toji :P’ will be my tag for this hc. Hold on all.
suguru is a slut and loves when you record him eating… it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
the wet sounds in the room echo forward and back as his tongue flicks back and forth against your clit and two of his fingers curve inside of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and face scrunch.
one of your hands is holding suguru’s hair tightly into a ponytail, and the other is holding your phone, recording him while he’s in his mood.
he gets sluttier for the camera, purposely teasing you, making a mess with everything that comes out of you, and having it run down his chin, pushing his face into your core again and lapping the rest up.
suguru loves showing off; whenever he has your pussy on your face, he eats you like he has something to prove.
his eyes are stuck on the camera while he tastes you; it's like he gets possessed. something takes over him when he gets this taste of you while the camera is facing him.
“right there, baby, mm, fuck.”
suguru feels your grip loosening, strands of his hair falling into view, making him groan into your messy core, knowing you’re about to cum any second.
he knows that when the camera starts to tremble and you go quiet only making little whimpers while strand by strand of his hair comes down, he’ll feel warmness coming down on his face while you push yourself forward on his mouth to ride out the feeling.
he watches every video you record back to him, watching every twitch and tremble your body makes while he’s down there devouring you.
your thighs slowly closing in on him every time he licks over your clit, making you shiver; he likes to watch them gradually close and your stomach rise and fall rapidly as you try to control yourself.
or the little comments you make when you first start recording and the soft giggles when he gives you kitten kisses on the inside of your thighs.
“you’re so nasty, you know that?”
nudging him with your foot while he pushes your thighs back to get more access before he starts, making sure he’s at an angle with the camera.
“you recording?”
softly licking your inner thigh, making you twitch a little, and you nod.
“start bossy.”
adding another video to the growing collection.
an: im aware this is generic, im trying to get back in the groove of posting more and every other day, enjoy (╥﹏╥)
when sylus has a long night, you know you'll have a long day.
when he returns from hours of annoyances, cleaning up and pulling on his black velvet robe, he doesn’t slink into bed like usual, trying his best not to disturb you despite the thrill he gets when you’re cranky. instead, he wakes you without remorse, gathers your weakly protesting form in his arms, and carries you to his favorite armchair—the one that overlooks the bustling nightscape from the balcony.
and once he sinks into the seat, sylus holds you captive.
his kisses linger all over. they torture you with long, wet, scandalous sounds, amplified when he sometimes drags his hot, rough tongue against your softer skin.
through it all, he’s grunting his pleasure, huffing your scent the way he longed to earlier. he’s anchoring you to his lap, holding you over his bulge, suppressing your squirms in every direction. his skin is so warm—too warm—and your body quickly follows suit.
“can i move, sylus?” you whine into his ear.
he ignores you, much too entranced with your body.
“sylus.”
a soft growl leaves him as he comes up for air—now is not the time for talking.
“why,” he whispers, pressing a slow kiss to your temple, “would you want to do that? are you not enjoying the sunrise as much as i am?”
“it hurts.” you gesture shyly between your legs, ghosting over your tingling clit. “and you’re not doing anything to make it better—just making it worse,” you slur, still disoriented from ruined sleep. “it’s uncomfy.”
you feel his chuckle more than hear it—hot, heavy pants setting your nerves aflame. “uncomfy, hm?”
“yes. it’s too much.” to prove your point, you try to wriggle away. arms lock around your waist like iron.
“ask me nicely.”
“please. i’ll stay here. just wanna get comfy.”
he tilts your head up to kiss you deeply, his broad, built chest heaving against yours. “go ahead, sweetie. get as comfy as you want. but while you do, know that i’m not letting you go anytime soon.”
Simpy boyfriends who’re just so unabashedly obsessed with your ass.
Who uses any opportunity to grab it – not slap it – but really squeeze it – feel it up like putty, knead it like dough to the point you have to swat his hands away and whine, “Knock it off…”
Who’s always trying to flip you into doing doggy – who gets all dazed and drunken-eyed when watching the plump fat jiggle on contact with his hips. Who simply can’t refrain from giving it a pinch.
Who’s so pushy and pouty about his need to bury his face between the plush cheeks even when you shake your head and say, “No… don’t be weird…”
Even when eating pussy – he’ll do it from the back – just so he can accidentally lick and kiss the other hole. Holding onto the fat of your thighs, each thumb in the crease of your cheeks – holding you back even when you try crawling forward.
“Hey – I said…” You try and protest, but he’s transfixed – pulling you back with strength he doesn’t normally use.
His chin-stubble scratches your clit as he nose-dives into your crack – making loud noises that make you ball the sheets and bury your face in the pillow – red-hot from embarrassment.
author's note. first post in two years. wooow. anyways. i'm hella rusty so sorry in advance if it's obvious...also i only proofread the first half. but it's nice to be back ! hope you enjoy xox.
"why'd you break up with him? thought his dick was eight inches."
"eight and a half," you correct shoko automatically, staring at her phone dumbly as a video of your ex-boyfriend dragging a mic stand across a stage plays on repeat.
three months ago, you dumped satoru gojo, rockstar heartthrob and the dealer of the best sex you’d ever had. and maybe it’s because you always want what you can’t have, but fuck, has he looked good ever since. you can see the muscle definition of his arms through the black leather jacket, the ones that used to hold you down while he— nope.
you flip the phone over and set it down on the restaurant table with a soft clack, forcing away the thoughts of getting dicked down by your ex. "god, his ego was so big," you mutter, fighting to think about the reason you broke up instead of why you would’ve stayed.
"wasn't the only big thing, apparently," shoko mutters under her breath, and you give her a sullen look. "what? you're the one who said it. eight and a half," she says, mimicking your voice. her lips twitch with a smile as you groan and bury your face in your hands.
"i hate him," you mumble, voice muffled by your hands. it's not true. you just hate that you can't stop thinking about him. he's been blocked for three months since you dumped him, although that hasn't done anything for the hole in your heart...or in between your legs.
shoko raises her eyebrows back at you, fishing a cigarette out of her pocket and flicking a lighter once, twice before it catches. "sure you do. and i’m the prime minister of japan."
for a long second, the only sounds are the soft exhale of smoke from her lips and the idle, bustling sounds of the restaurant you’re sitting in. eventually, you peek at her from in between your fingers. "shoko, do you have any hot friends?"
"yeah. why?" when your eyes light up, she snorts and shakes her head, taking a drag from the lit cigarette. "oh, please. nobody wants to be the rebound after the 6'3 rockstar boyfriend. i wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy." she laughs when you groan and drop your face back in your hands.
after a long second, you mumble, "6'3 and a half."
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when you get home, it's around midnight, and god, are you horny.
all that talk about your famous, rich, big ex-boyfriend has you pulling out your phone and opening up his instagram. it’s blocked, a souvenir of when you had more self-restraint. right now, though, you barely hesitate before unblocking him.
his page is littered with pictures and videos of him on tour, and it's like a feast for hungry eyes. him on his knees in a leather jacket, him practically moaning into a microphone, him holding a guitar above his head, and fuck, you can tell he knows he looks good. but no matter how big his dick is, it'll never get even close to the size of his ego.
you hate yourself for slipping one of your hands down and under your somehow-already-soaked panties, and you shudder at the feeling of your fingers over your clit. if he ever finds out how soaked you've gotten just from seeing a video of him dragging a mic stand across stage, he'd never let you hear the end of it.
two of your fingers circle your clit, and you let out a half-suppressed moan as you feel a growing sensation of pleasure in your core. you slip a finger inside your pussy, trying to draw out any feeling you can, but all you can really think about is how much better it felt when gojo did it.
you remember his fingers like they’re your own (which, unfortunately, they are not)—long and slender, slightly calloused from years of playing the guitar. you’ve seen them knuckle-deep inside of your pussy, soaked and sticky from drawing out multiple orgasms out of you, and you’ve licked them clean more times than you can count.
a drawn-out, slightly exaggerated gasp leaves your lips as your own smaller fingers work over your clit, as if to compensate for your hands being a sorry substitute for gojo's. you watch as his fingers expertly strum a guitar on your phone screen, and fuck, you’ve never been more jealous of an instrument in your life.
after minutes of manually forcing it out with aching, sticky fingers, your orgasm isn't satisfying in the slightest. none of them have been for the past three months. that's the bad part about ex-boyfriends like gojo. they spoil you stupid, making you feel like heaven on earth. and when they're gone, you can never really forget how good the high felt. why’d you break up with him again?
your head drops back onto your pillow as you let out a long exhale, eyes fluttering close and sore fingers stilling over your soaked entrance. after a second, you open an eye to the still-playing video of him on your phone.
oh, shit.
you scramble to unlike the video, which, somehow, had ended up liked, probably from your finger slipping while you were pathetically trying to cum to it. the red heart quickly disappears, and your heart rate increases (more than it did while you were fingering yourself, actually) as you pray he didn’t see the notification.
thirty seconds pass. he'd have to be a realllll loser to notice you liking and unliking the post in amidst his never-ending flood of notifications.
…but unfortunately for you, your ex is just as pathetic as you are. right as you start to relax, you get a notification from a contact named DO NOT ANSWER.
like what you see?
you can picture him smirking at his phone like the lowlife, good-for-nothing loser you know he is. he's probably pushing his dyed-white hair back (who dyes their hair white anyways?), since you remember it'd always get in the way of his eyes. god, he had eyes you'll never forget. ice-blue and, truthfully, a little terrifying, but the way they'd look at you while you rode him on a saturday night after a show will forever be tattooed in your heart.
you groan and click on the notification, staring at it with a mix of self-hatred and...gojo-hatred, i guess? his contact name stares back at you, a stark, bold warning set against the backdrop of your old messages with the only ex-boyfriend who could convince you to run it back, especially like this, with your fingers still on your soaked, needy entrance that’s practically aching for him inside of it.
two minutes pass with you just staring at his message. then, a second one appears.
don't be shy. i miss you too.
as if that wasn't bad enough, a third message comes soon after.
want me to come over?
since obviously you have dignity and self-control, you type out a reply you’d be proud of—no. go fuck yourself. don't text me ever again—but when you hit send, your text looks...well, a little different. gojo replies in a second.
that's what i thought. see you in 15. wear something cute for me, yeah?
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you forgot how good he was at turning you on.
that's a lie. you didn't forget. in fact, it's all you've been thinking about since you told him you two were over. most 6'3 guys don't know how to handle all that, and think that just because they're big and tall, they're automatically good at sex (which, by the way, isn't true!), but, for lack of better wording, gojo knows his shit.
that's why you're currently getting fingered by him in your own bed, moaning his name like you weren't the one who dumped him. it's infuriating how good he is at this. two of his fingers are inside you, moving back and forth as his thumb rubs maddeningly slow circles over your clit.
and barely sixty seconds in, and you’re already ten times as loud and desperate than when it was your fingers.
"shitttt, oh, yeah, you feel so good," he groans, staring down at the way you clench around his fingers with every pump of them inside you. his pupils are blown wide, fixed on where he’s knuckle-deep inside your dripping pussy.
he groans again, unable to tear his eyes away. it feels good, so much better than whatever sorry substitute you've been trying to give yourself for the past three months. his fingers, calloused and rough, feel achingly familiar, and you have to fight to keep yourself from cumming barely a minute in.
you swallow back what was about to be an embarassingly loud moan, and barely force yourself to talk in a somewhat-steady voice. "why do you sound like that?" you manage to get out. you're only talking to distract from the fact that you're pathetically close to squirting all over his six-inch fingers.
"fuck you mean, why do i sound like that? like what?" he responds, raising an eyebrow. his eyes briefly flit to meet yours. his tongue skates over his lips, wetting them slightly, before he bites his bottom lip and presses his thumb a little harder over your swollen clit.
"ngh, fuuuck— i dunno, like, raspy,” you barely manage to get out. “have you been smoking?" it's a stupid question. you know why his voice is raspy. it's not uncommon for his voice to be like this the night after a show, and you had always said it was hot back when you were still together.
gojo knows you know, too, and that you're just asking to give your mouth something to do besides moan his name. he widens his eyes at you patronizingly. "my job requires that i fuck up my throat every other night. i get paid to sound like this," he says, emphasizing his words by spreading his fingers inside of you, pushing and stretching your walls and forcing out a lewd moan from your lips. "why do you sound like that?"
you bite your lip in a failed attempt to stop yourself from gasping as his fingers prod even deeper inside of you. "like what?"
he snorts. "like a fuckin' pornstar. swear i used to have to work harder for this," he says, curling his fingers up inside of you and drawing out a loud, breathy moan from your lips. "jesus, have you not gotten laid since we broke up?"
silence.
when you don't answer, he grins like a kid in a candy store. "y'know, i was gonna call you a slut 'cause you're sooo wet sooo fast, but turns out, you're the opposite. someone's been missing her ex, hasn't she?"
you hate him. you hate his cocky smile, the one that's his trademark as a rockstar. you hate his stupid eyes, which are annoyingly easy to get lost in. you hate that he spoiled you so bad that nothing else can turn you on quite like he could. and god, you hate that you can't think of anything but him and his long, slender fingers stretching your gummy walls wiiiide open.
"don't be shy, angel. look at me." with his free hand, he tilts your chin towards him, forcing you to meet his eyes. he holds your gaze for a couple seconds, lips quirking up into a smile as he studies your face. "won't lie, i got around in the past couple months. lots of pretty girls..." he says casually, and he suddenly pulls his fingers out of your soaked pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing.
he lifts his hand to his lips, licking his fingers clean of your slick, and you almost moan out loud from the sight. his voice drops, a hint of authenticity bleeding through the ego. "...but, shit, baby. it's just not the same. think we know each other too well."
well, fuck. you can tell he's being serious, despite the lingering amusement in his eyes as he watches you stare. you don't answer immediately, unsure what to say to that. when it's clear he's not going to do anything until you respond, you exhale softly and mumble, "i guess."
"yeah, you can't relate, you fuckin' priest," he mutters, dipping his head and spitting a wad of saliva on your glistening pussy. he drags his index finger over your entrance, pushing his spit inside of you. when your breath hitches, his lips twitch with a smile. "how long were you planning to go without getting fucked, pretty girl? your whole life?"
you choke on a gasp as he pushes a finger back inside of you, mixing his saliva with your slick. "a-are you gonna actually fuck me or do i have to call someone else?" you ask, stuttering against your will. his fingers feel good, so good, but you feel like you’ll die if you don’t get his dick inside of you.
"oh, now she wants to call up her roster," gojo deadpans, curling the single finger he has inside of you upwards and grinning as he feels your dripping pussy practically suck him in. "who's next in line, sweetheart? is it that fossil i hate, toji fishy…whatever?"
"fushiguro," you correct automatically, and gojo rolls his eyes, not caring what his name is. all he cares is that it's not him. "and no," you confirm a second later. he nods approvingly, adding in another finger, as if to reward you for giving him the answer he wants to hear.
"good. wait, fuck, is it that pink-haired freak?" he groans, thinking of someone else. his two fingers inside of you pulse in and out of your wet, slick-soaked walls, flexing and pushing you apart as he interrogates you on a roster that doesn't exist. "the one with the tattoos. what's his name? suck-a-nut or something?"
you gawk at him, momentarily snapping out of the sex-crazed haze his fingers have induced from you. "are you serious?"
gojo mimicks your facial expression back at you, and pulls his fingers out with a soft pop. he lifts his fingers to your lips this time, coaxing your mouth open and letting you taste a mix of yourself and him. "if you're gonna fuck someone else, they better not be unemployed or have lame tattoos. now shut up and roll over."
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"relaaax. you're too pretty to be this fuckin' tense."
easier said than done. it's impossible for you to relax when he's pushing your face into the pillow with one hand and aligning his dick with your gushing pussy with the other. he teasingly drags his flushed, heavy tip over your wet entrance, cracking a smile when your breath audibly hitches.
your mouth drops open when he gets bored of teasing and actually pushes inside, and you remember exactly why it was so insanely hard to break up with him. you moan his name as he eases his way inside, slowly giving you inch after inch. it takes all of his willpower to not just force it all in at once, since you're all warm and sticky and so, so wet. but, for your sake, he’s determined to take his time.
"yeah, you like that, don't ya?" he grits out, biting back a low groan of his own at how you're stretched out underneath him. he has a view to die for, and he has to swallow to stop himself from drooling at the sight of all of you bent over for him, giving him the perfect view of your back, waist, and ass. he reaches over to the nightstand and fumbles with his phone for a second, opening the camera app and taking a photo from his eye-level.
you look back at him over your shoulder at the sound of the camera shutter. he cracks a lopsided smile down at you, taking another, this time with your face in it. "view's sooo nice from here, baby. had to take a pic."
he turns the phone so you can see what you look like to him. if you didn't know that was you, you could've sworn it was a screenshot of some porno.
your eyes are half-rolled back in your head, and your lips are parted slightly, glistening with the lingering traces of your slick and his saliva. from that angle, the arch in your back looks heavenly, and his camera's somehow captured all of that and the plush curve of your ass around his dick.
"pretty girl. i'm saving that for later," he says, giving the photo one last glance before shutting off his phone and tossing it back on the nightstand. "ah, shit, where were we?"
he suddenly moves his hips forward, and you moan reactively. "fuuuck, satoru," you whine, burying your face back in the pillow to muffle the embarrassing amount of high-pitched sounds that threaten to come out of your lips.
the feeling of him stretching you open is unreal. you're so full, and he's not even all the way inside. there's still a couple inches to go, and you're already a stuttering mess underneath him, mewling his name like it's the only word you know.
"jus' a little more, you got it," he groans, self-inflicted tension holding his limbs tight as he fights to not just shove himself in the rest of the way. you'd probably snap in half, and that's a lot less fun that what he has planned for you.
he pushes in the last one or two inches, now buried to the hilt inside of your sticky, gummy walls. "you feel s'good," he grits out, voice tight with restraint. "shiiiit. you good, angel?"
your face is still buried in the pillows, eyes shut as you fight to suppress the sweet, high-pitched gasps that every movement from him elicits. "y-yeah," you manage to get out, although it's more a moan than a word.
gojo laughs breathily and gives your ass a slap, just hard enough to sting. he gives the same spot a squeeze, massaging your skin before starting to move back and forward inside you, dragging his flushed length against your gummy walls.
fuck, he’s big. even though his lengthy fingers flexed you wide open before this, you still let out muffled, high-pitched whimpers against the white fabric of the pillow as he rocks back and forth, sliding in and out of your stretched-out pussy. you’re wet and so, so welcoming, fitting his length like a glove, all snug and perfect for him.
“so fuckin’ whiny,” gojo groans, hand moving to the back of your neck and sliding into your hair. he lifts your head a little, drawing your mouth away from the pillow. “don’t hide from me, baby. ‘s been three months, don’t torture me any longer.”
without the pillow to hide behind, your moans might as well come through a megaphone from how loud and how lewd they are. you haven’t been properly fucked in months, and now, you’re suddenly getting the best dick of your life.
you bite your lip as he continues ramming into you from the back, making you wobble with every thrust. “ohhhmygod,” you moan out, biting your lip to try and suppress the embarrassingly loud whimpers that keep escaping your lips. it does nothing to quiet them down, though, especially as gojo shifts the angle to push into you even deeper. “feels s’good, right there,” you gasp deleriously, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
your lips are swollen from how hard you’ve bitten them, and as he continues stuffing you full and deep, you bounce back against him, letting your pussy do the thinking.
one gojo’s hands rests on your ass while the other one remains wrapped around your hair, preventing you from burying your face in the pillow. he gives it a tug, groaning your name like a prayer when it makes you moan.
“fuuuuck, baby, taking it so well,” he grits out, and he shifts his grip on your hair and pushes your face down into the pillow as his thrusts start to become less controlled and more erratic. “‘s like you were made for me,” he says breathlessly, a half-laugh slipping out of his lips as he gets sloppier with his movements.
you hear him swallow, and although your face is currently stuffed into the pillow, you can imagine how he must look. cheeks all red and flushed, eyelashes fluttering, and his white hair’s probably slicked with sweat and sticking to his forehead. he lets out a sound that you swear is a whimper as he continues fucking you, but your lips are too occupied with making loud, high-pitched sounds of your own to point it out.
he can’t tear his eyes away from you, and the way you’re so willingly bent over and arched for him, as if you hadn’t been the one to tell him you two were over. “bet you missed this, yeah?” he says, a hint of the familiar cockiness you’ve grown to love and hate in his voice. your only reply is a lewd moan into the pillows, which he takes as a yes. “attagirl. that’s what i thought.”
the hand that’s been gripping your ass squeezes tighter as he fucks you harder and deeper, chasing the high that he remembers came from making you all dumb and pliant underneath him. you’re practically being plowed into the mattress, but you’re so inviting, legs spread wide open for him, that he can’t bring himself to care about anything but the wet hole in front of him.
you’re just as single-minded as he is, unable to form a single thought that isn’t just about him. the never-ending stream of gasps and moans from your swollen lips are like music to gojo’s ears, and as your eyes flutter shut and you fully give up any last claim you had to dignity, all you can wonder is god, how did you go without this for three whole months?
“p-please, just like that,” you whine, not caring that you’re stuttering in a way he’ll definitely make fun of you for later. you’re so stuffed full of him, core tightening as you feel a wave of pleasure coming your way in the form of the first satisfying orgasm you’ll have had in months. “‘m close, ngh—”
“yeah, baby?” he asks, feeling you tighten around him as your hands kittenishly grasp at the sheets. his dick slides back and forth against your slick walls as he fucks you into the mattress, making the springs squeal with every movement. “fuck, me too,” he groans, giving your ass another slap and watching it recoil as his thrusts become even sloppier than before.
“wait, shit, you still on the pill?” he asks, momentarily loosening his grip on your hair to let you turn your head. when you nod, his hand tightens again, and he pushes your face back into the pillow, a low groan slipping out of his lips as he continues rolling his hips again you, using your wet, sloppy mess of a pussy to chase his release.
when he pulls out an orgasm from you, it’s downright filthy. “ohhhmygod—” you moan, gasping for air and pushing back onto his length as he coaxes out your release.
the second the tension in your stomach snaps, your limbs stop working and you go limp beneath him, reduced to nothing but a pretty doll as your brain shutters off too. the stimulation has your brain going dumb, nothing in your skull but the waves of pleasure that he’s drawn out of you. even as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, moaning into the pillow, you can’t help think that you don’t care what he does, his dick’s too good to let go of again.
you haven’t came that hard in three months, and it looks like he hasn’t either.
he whines your name when he cums inside of you just seconds later. it’s hot and floods your insides as his hips continue their jerky motions, burying his white, sticky release deep inside of you. high-pitched sounds that almost sound like whimpers slip out of his lips as his eyes roll into the back of his head, lost in the pleasure that is your pretty pussy.
eventually, he stops rutting against you, chest heaving as he just stays buried inside of you for a moment longer, feeling how your gummy walls clench around his still-hard dick. his breathing is noticeably shakier than normal, and for once in his life, it seems like he doesn’t have any words to say.
after a long second of silence, where there isn’t any sounds except for your synchronized, heavy breaths, he speaks. “good girl. don’t think i coulda pulled out anyways,” he mumbles as he pulls out of your limp body and maneuvers you onto your back.
his lips are curved into a cheeky, satisfied smile as he observes your face, drinking in your fluttering eyelashes and slightly-parted lips. he looks just as sex-crazed, ears bright red and lips wet with his own saliva. he pushes your knees apart, licking his lips as he hungrily stares down at his cum dripping out of your pussy.
“we’re doing that again.” his eyes flick from the wet, sticky entrance in between your thighs to your face. after a second, he leans down, eyes fluttering closed as his lips meet yours in a sloppy kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth and pushing against yours. he moans against your lips, and when he pulls away, a string of saliva connects your mouths.
“n’ this time, i wanna see your face while i’m inside you.”
-
when he finally collapses on top of you, cheeks coated with a red blush and eyes half-lidded, your whole body’s sore beyond belief. somewhere, in the back of your mind, you wonder if you’ll have to call off from work tomorrow…or is it today? you have no idea how long you’ve been under him.
"ya know, you don't have to get off to my fuckin’ instagram feed," gojo says, rolling off of you and shooting you a lopsided grin. he pushes his sweat-slicked hair back from his forehead, chest heaving. "text me anytime. hell, just show up at my door. you're not the only one always thinking about their hot ex."
you limply lift your hand and run your fingers over your collarbone, feeling the indents of a bite mark he had left on your skin, that’ll no doubt leave a dark bruise for you to hide. “m’kay,” is all you say in response, as you close your eyes exhaustedly. after a second, you mumble, “you staying the night?”
your eyes remain closed, but you can hear gojo shake his head. "nah. i got a show today," he says with a sigh, sitting up and groaning. “if i stay with you, i’ll probably miss it.”
“wouldn’t be the first time,” you mutter, and you swear you can hear the slightest laugh slip out of his lips as his weight lifts off the mattress. it’s true. back when you two were dating, incidents like this had definitely caused him to be late to a couple shows. he never seemed all that guilty about it, though.
there’s a soft rustle of fabric, presumably from gojo slipping back into his clothes as he starts to head out. “take care, angel,” is the last thing you hear from him before the door shuts and his footsteps fade away, and with it, your consciousness.
-
later that night, your phone buzzes.
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thanks for the view, pretty. same time tomorrow?
the novelty of having pets really does never wear off i’ve had my cat for ten years and i still look at him strolling around like can you believe this. a cat. is everyone seeing this. he’s alive he has bones and all. unbelievable
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