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[ 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.
c/w .ᐟ.ᐟ language, pet names, reader was in a situationship with jj, toxic frat!jj, rafe’s a d1 yearner, choking, shower oral (m. receiving), first-time protected p in v, jealousy, possessiveness, praise + exhibitionism
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You catch yourself smiling at your phone and immediately roll over, pressing your face into your pillow like that is going to erase it. Your cheeks are warm, and you hate it.
You did not want to do this. You wanted a minute to be by yourself and reset, not get pulled into something else the second things ended.
The worst part is that it’s working. He’s charming you without even trying, and you can feel it happening in real time, which only makes you more annoyed with yourself.
You pause for a second, reading his message again, because he is not even trying to hide it. He’s being direct about what he wants, and somehow that feels more comforting than anything else.
You’ve always had a thing for Rafe Cameron, even when you tried to ignore it. JJ never treated this like it was something real, and now you know why. He was hooking up with one of your sorority sisters the entire time and still acting like you were supposed to be okay with it.
It is nice to finally feel wanted, especially by Rafe.
The knock barely lands before you’re flinging the door open, breathless and excited. Your pulse jumps the second you see him—the man flushed and grinning, his hand still lifted mid-knock.
You don’t even say hello. Grabbing the front of his shirt instead, you drag him to your lips. Rafe’s big arms wrap around you in one smooth motion as he lifts you clean off your feet. Your legs hook around his waist as his mouth crashes into yours, stealing your breath as you kiss him for the very first time—riding high off the feeling that you’ve been waiting for this exact moment longer than you ever let yourself admit.
The kiss is messy and deep, all tongue and heat, breathless laughter whispering in the spaces between as he carries you inside, kicking the door shut behind him with his heel.
“Fuck,” he murmurs as he breaks the kiss, reaching for breath, his voice low and thick.
He turns and presses your back against the wall, his body settling against yours with a heavy weight that makes your breath catch as your spine meets it. His mouth drags along your jaw before finding your lips again, teasing you with a kiss before drawing back ever so slightly, leaving you chasing his lips.
“You sure?” He whispers.
“I need it,” you breathe back, the words coming out soft and breathless against his mouth. “I need you.”
He takes his turn smiling into the kiss, sending chills down your spine, cocky and stunned all at once. He dips in again, kissing you slower this time, deep enough to make your head spin and everything else fall away.
“Need it, huh?” He mumbles. “Need what?”
“You,” you breathe. He lets out a low laugh against your skin before he sets you to your feet, your body still pinned against the wall, his rough hand cupping your cheek as the other holds you close, kissing you again.
“Still need that shower?” He murmurs into the kiss.
“Mhmm,” you answer softly. “Do you?”
“You kiddin’ me?” He says as his hand wraps around your waist, the other gripping your ass, pulling you off the floor, into his arms again.
Your head swims as you kiss your way to the bathroom; your body melting into him, legs wrapping around his waist. Light spills in from the bedroom, leaving the bathroom half-lit.
He sets you down on the edge of the countertop, the cool top sending shivers up your spine as your upper thighs press on top of it. Rafe presses in closer, widening your thighs, looking down at the slight space between you—the soft fabric of your shorts shifting just enough to give him a teasing glimpse underneath.
He shakes off his jacket, his clothes falling with a thud to the floor. Your hands skate around his waist while your tongue sweeps along his, your fingers curling into the hem of his shirt as you pull him closer.
He tugs the shirt over his head in one smooth motion, already leaning back toward you, chain swinging between you. You hum a satisfied sound against your kiss; your fingers tracing down every dip and line of his cut abs, sliding lower, teasing the skin just under his waistband, leaving him yanking at his belt for more.
His pants drop to the floor, the belt clattering as your hands reach for him. Your fingers rake up into his hair, pulling him back into another kiss, deeper this time, and the two of you move toward the shower.
Rafe pushes open the glass shower door, twisting the knob, sending water hissing out of the head, pattering onto the floor. His cock presses heavy against his briefs, long and thick, his tip weeping against the thin fabric.
His hands move over your body, dragging up your thighs, bunching the material in his fists, before drifting up your back. He smiles as he brushes the satin straps off your shoulders.
He exhales as your set falls off your body, leaving you in next to nothing—lace hugging the swells of your breasts, his thumbs quickly hooking and snapping your panties teasingly against your hips.
“Look at you, huh?” He murmurs, smiling when your arms wrap around his neck. He tilts down, kissing you as the steam starts to rise around you, the heavy heat and moisture clinging to your skin and his.
He tugs at your panties—caught on the discarded clothes on the floor, his greedy hands pinching the clasp of your bra, undoing that as well.
There’s a split second where he just looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually standing there letting him this close. “You fuckin’ kidding me?” He mutters hungrily under his breath, helping you hastily as you reach for the band of his boxers, pulling them down his strong thighs.
You look down, the two of you watching as your fingers curl around his long, thick dick. The ridges of his abs cut more as you stroke, letting his messy tip brush against your warm skin, dangerously close to your clit—close enough that he could scoop you up and take what he wants, but you can tell he’s holding back.
“Stop teasin’ me,” he mumbles, through the thick air between you, the corners of his lips curving into a smile, contrasting his dark words.
His hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you toward the shower and into his lips as you stumble past the glass. You gasp when the water hits your skin, whimper into his mouth when he backs you into the tile.
“You gotta stop me,” he mutters, his voice rough and deep.
His breath catches the moment your hand moves between you again; fingers closing around him as you smile.
“Goddamn,” he moans, the sound echoing around you before his forehead drops, resting against yours.
“Let me make you feel good, Rafe,” you whisper, unable to see his lips for how close you are but you can hear how his breathing quickens, the hold on your body tightening.
“Anything—Do anything you want to me,” he breathes as your lips kiss down his neck, brushing over his collarbone, his chain cool against your lips as your hands follow the water down his body.
It hits you all at once, somewhere between your hands on him and the heat of the water—how easy this feels, how right, like you skipped all the parts that were supposed to be complicated and landed exactly where you wanted to be.
You follow the line of his stomach, your tongue tracing lightly over his skin as you sink to your knees in front of him. Water wicks off your lashes when you look up at him.
“Fuck…” He murmurs; head tipping back against the tile as the water runs through his hair and down over his broad shoulders.
You look up at him through the rising steam, watching as his jaw tightens the moment your hands settle on his thighs, nails tracing over his skin, his body going tense when your mouth hovers close enough for him to feel your breath.
You press a slow kiss to one hip and then the other, his hands flexing uselessly at his sides while he watches you. And you just know if you were his, he’d be putting you right where he needs you—just a fantasy for another night.
“You’re really gonna do this?” He asks needily, words trailing off when you press a kiss on his tip, swirling your tongue around the fat head of his cock. His hips twitch forward before he can stop them, one of his hands coming to rest at the back of your head, holding you there, urging you forward as his eyes roll back.
You hum softly around him as your hand moves over him, the sounds of his pleasure running straight through you, and you haven't even taken more than the tip. His head lolls back against the bathroom wall while his hips push forward at a steady pace, getting deeper and deeper as your tongue toys with him.
“Oh my God,” he breathes, dragging a hand over his face like he’s trying to pull himself together. “Fuck, baby, I…”
You let out a quiet laugh against him as the words die on his tongue the moment you start to suck, the warmth of your mouth making him shudder as your hand keeps stroking.
“You feel unreal,” he says quietly, his voice rough around the edges. “So good—so fucking good.”
The muscles in his thick thighs tremble as you gag on him, water sliding down your back, the tears that had started to pool on your waterline and roll down your cheeks, catching the off warm water as it bounces off his tan skin.
“Shit,” he rasps as his mouth falls open in pleasure, water dripping off his bottom lip, one hand holding your head, the other gripping the shower bar for support. “What are you doing to me, baby…”
“Tell me to stop,” you tease softly. “I will.”
“Stop?” He breathes as your lips wrap around him again, sucking and sliding along his thick dick. “Fuck, don’t—don’t fucking stop.” His jaw tightens; eyes hooded as he looks down at you, a slow, dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.
He starts to move his hips, slow and shallow at first, his rhythm growing steadier with each stroke, watching your mouth take him in. You moan around him, and the sound all but tipping him over the edge.
“Ohhh fuck, there it is,” he groans, letting his hips shift again, this time with a little more force as your hands drift back. Your fingers claw into his thighs, urging him to use you. “You like that?” He asks, his voice dropping low. “You like when I use you like this, huh?”
His movements stay fluid as the steam thickens around you, his chain swaying with each measured rock of his hips.
“Look at me,” he mutters.
Your nails dig into the back of his legs as they tremble, his cock swelling on your tongue.
“Jesus, baby…” He moans as his head thumps back against the tile and his jaw tightens. “I—I’m gonna cum.” His voice breaks, bouncing off the shower walls. “Wh-What… Fuck. What do you want me to do with it?”
Your eyes never leave him as you take him deep, your tongue tracing the underside of his cock, and that is all it takes. A strangled moan tears out of him as his hands fly to your head, holding you in place.
His muscles pull tight as he spills into your mouth, his abs contracting; thighs shaking, head dropping forward.
He looks down at you through half-lidded eyes, watching you take everything he gives you, lip tucking between his teeth when you suck just a little longer, overstimulation leaving his fingers curling in your wet hair.
The breathless laugh that leaves his throat is everything; satisfied, smug, and thankful all in the same breath, like he’s just waiting to wake up.
His hold loosens, cock sliding out of your spit-slicked lips. You shiver as his hands slide over your ribs, drawing you closer. Hot water pours down your body and his—his breathing still heavy as his eyes search yours.
“Thank you,” he mumbles against your mouth as his muscles tremble around you, that same hung-smile painted on his lips.
“Of course,” you whisper, kissing him tenderly. You can feel his lips twitch against yours, like he wants to ask you something, he just doesn't know how far he can take this. “Rafe…”
“Yes, Ma’am,” he hums, his words buzzing against your lips as his hand comes up to cradle your cheek.
“How far?”
“How far what, sweetheart?” He asks, and you laugh like he wasn’t hoping to guide you right where you ended as your fingers trace down his spine.
“How far did you want to take this?” You ask.
“As far as you let me,” he answers easily. “Told you, you were gonna have to stop me—”
“I don't wanna stop,” you breathe into your kiss.
“That’s not really an answer, pretty,” he mumbles, grabbing a fistful of hair, using his hold to guide you to his lips. “You won’t hurt my feelings. Hell, I got good hands.” His rough fingers slide between your thighs, pressing against your pussy, making you gasp against his lips. “M’really good at eating pussy,” he mumbles, swallowing the little sounds that slip your lips as he starts to circle his fingers on top, the words low and shameless. “Swear to God.”
“Rafe…” You breathe as you pull away, just enough. “Fuck me.”
“Holy shit,” he mutters against your mouth, the words thick with satisfaction and a smugness he does not bother hiding. “That’s what you want, huh?”
“You gonna make me wait?” You whisper against his lips.
“Fuck me… No. No—hell no.” He stumbles over his words as you question him, ragged and eager. “You’re not waiting for shit from me—you sure?” The rush of water stops in an instant, Rafe quickly taking you back in his arms before he can get another word out.
Your arms wrap around his neck, and your legs around his waist as he steps out with you; your fingers scratching up into his damp hair as he licks his lips, his eyes locked on yours through the sliver of space in between.
“Condom?” He asks.
“By the sink,” you whisper.
You kiss all the way to the sink, messy and impatient, his feet slapping wet against the floor as he walks. One hand braces under your thighs while the other taps blindly across the counter for a condom, fingers finally finding the foil packet; letting out a quiet groan of relief against your mouth.
You giggle against his lips and he smiles against yours, slowing his pace just enough to walk into the bedroom, the two of you still soaking wet. Too desperate to think about drying off, just desperate for what comes next. “Fuck,” he groans softly. “I cannot wait to fuck you—” Knock. Knock.
Your head snaps toward the door, stomach sinking as everything suddenly goes quiet.
“Probably just one of the girls,” you whisper, even though your better judgment tells you it’s not true.
Knock. Knock. Knock. A fist pounds against the wood on the other side of the door as Rafe’s lips meet your neck, licking and sucking down on your pulse point like your word was good as gold.
“Rafe—”
“S’fine,” he stops you, kissing up to your ear. “Just one of the girls—”
“Open… the goddamn door,” you hear JJ’s voice on the other side making chills fall down your spine, the water on your hot skin suddenly feeling cold.
“You gotta be kidding me,” Rafe mutters as your heart starts to race again for a completely different reason entirely.
“Shh,” you plead, searching for his eyes, making a silent plea for his temper not to get the better of him—for him to tell Maybank to ‘fuck off’ and stir the pot like you know he loves to do. The utterance leaves your lips as you slide down from his arms, moving toward the door on unsteady legs, water dripping off your naked body onto the floor.
Rafe follows close behind you without thinking about it, his palm resting on your hip possessively. You hold your breath nervously as you near the door, a wave of nerves crashing over you the second you hear him mumbling.
“Rafe…” You whisper, looking back over your shoulder, finding him with not one care in the world—his entire focus lost in you. He knows it’s JJ. He knew it the second the first knock landed but he also knows there's nothing his frat brother can do about it.
The backs of your legs brush his as he steps in close behind you, his stiff cock brushing snug between your thighs; the condom bit between his teeth, as his eyes trace from your ass, following the sway of your back, up to your lips.
He lets out this quiet, almost disbelieving breath, like this has been playing out in his head for so long he’s still catching up to the fact that it’s actually happening.
His fingers tighten as he guides you back, arching your spine, pressing your ass into him more. Knock. Knock. JJ’s fist lands against the threshold again, making you gasp. “—Hey, baby?” JJ calls from the other side and your eyes widen on Rafe’s.
“Baby? Who the fuck’s callin’ you baby, huh?” Rafe asks through the corner of his mouth, warm and casual, reaching up to pinch the edge of the condom wrapper before he tears it nice and slow.
“Open the fucking door,” JJ mutters as Rafe spits the wrapper to the floor, shaking his head.
“You want me to stop?” Rafe asks as he draws back his hips and lowers the condom. “Tell me to stop and I will—”
“I’m not gonna ask again, alright? Open the fucking door,” JJ snarls but you're already turning around, your back pressed against it, taking the condom off Rafe’s hands.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, making Rafe suck in a sharp breath as you press it against the tip of his cock, rolling it on with your eyes locked on his. He grabs your hips, turning you fast, your hands landing against the door with a thud.
“Sweetheart?” JJ voice breaks at the sound.
“Go—” That’s all you manage before Rafe pushes into you in one slow, steady stroke. A strangled sound catches in your throat and your hand flies back, grabbing his wrist where it locks tight around your hip while your other hand clamps over your mouth.
“Go?” He snaps from the hallway. “One fucking word. That’s all I get?”
“—Yeah, that's all he fuckin’ gets,” Rafe murmurs softly against your skin as he steps in, his lips finding your ear, cock buried inside you, his voice low and satisfied. “Pussy’s so damn good. Fuck me.”
Your head falls back against him at the way he stretches you wide, his big hand locks around your neck, drifting higher, making your hands fall away, turning your face so your lips find his.
“Just—Just leave,” your words breathe out against Rafe’s lips. He rocks back, making you whimper, his lips pressing against yours to swallow your sounds as he pushes back in again.
“I know he’s in there,” JJ seethes. “Cleo saw him walkin’ inside. He thinks he’s slick.” His fist bangs against the door again, making it rattle on the frame. “Open the fucking door, Cameron.”
“Want me to say somethin’ or do you want to keep going?” Rafe asks again, smiling against your lips as you breathe out, “keep going,” hearing just how wet he has you, the sounds of your pleasure filling your room.
“I’m not leaving until he comes out.”
You gasp when Rafe pulls away without warning, your whole body tightening at the sudden loss, until he turns you around in one easy motion and lifts you. He steps twice, pressing your back against the wood door. His tongue runs along his bottom lip with his eyes locked on yours.
“You know how good it would feel to pound you into this door right now?” He whispers as he adjusts, lifting you just enough to find your entrance, your eyes softening on him when he lets gravity do the work, your body sinking down on his cock with you held in his arms taking all of it. “So pretty taking my dick,” he whispers, burying himself in your neck, being careful as he thrusts up into you but you know it has to be making some sound on the other side.
“You’re being irrational—” Bang.
You cut off JJ’s words, letting your fist slam against the door this time, making both men stop for a moment. “You can leave or listen, JJ. Honestly I don’t give a shit—”
“Listen? Listen are you fucking kidding me?” JJ spits as Rafe chuckles just under his breath at your words and JJ’s reaction, unable to keep it in any longer. “You do anything with Cameron and we’re done!”
“Well shit… Who’s gonna tell him?” Rafe mutters, just loud enough for you to hear—just loud enough that it might carry through the wood like he hopes it does. And it does.
“Leave, Maybank,” Rafe hums, like it’s an afterthought—like he’s knee deep in better things to do. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Talkin’ shit behind a locked door like a fucking pussy… very Rafe of you, Rafe.”
“Maybe it would be good for him to hear, hmm?” Rafe asks, throwing his hips up hard and final, leaving your fingers clawing into his skin and his name whimpering past your lips. “Shh…” Rafe teases you as he dives in for a kiss, harder this time, drawing you off the door and toward the bed.
He lays you back on the mattress, his broad hands spreading your thighs as his mouth drags over your chest. Rafe only laughs, low and rough, not the least bit concerned as JJ continues his tantrum and threats outside.
Rafe leans over you, fists curling around the backs of your thighs as he presses them up toward your chest. “Be good and hold ‘em,” he breathes before his cock slides through your folds, slick and warm, teasing you as his eyes drink you in.
“Rafe,” you whine, pleading sweetly for more.
He shakes his head and smiles, lost somewhere on cloud nine. “Sure this is okay?” He asks like you weren't just begging for him, smacking his tip against your clit making your hips lift off the mattress.
“Yes, fuck.” Your breath catches, lips parting as he traces your slit, falling open completely as a soft sound slips past your lips as he pushes in, stretching you wide and full, your shaky hands resting gently on his hips when you take him all.
He lowers your legs gently and tilts in to kiss you, deep and unhurried, his rough hands sliding around your hips to draw you closer before he draws back, thrusting into you again.
Your hands lift to cradle his face mewling into his mouth when he thrust deeper, finding that place inside you that makes your mind shut off.
He groans into your kiss as your pussy tightens around him, his forehead comes to rest against yours—his breath warm and uneven against your lips.
And then, it's just you. The heat between your bodies, the pressure between your thighs, the pleasure climbing with your heartbeat, higher by the second.
Rafe’s hand slides down your thighs as he shifts his weight, and before you can quite catch your breath he rolls, turning the two of you in one smooth motion, guiding you over until you are straddling him.
You let out a soft laugh of surprise as you settle on top, your hands landing instinctively against the solid plane of his chest. His hair’s damp and pushed back from his forehead, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady pulls of air as his chain glitters around his throat.
“Jesus,” he murmurs, his voice rough with awe. “Look so good on top of me, you know that?”
You shift your weight and he groans low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as you circle them.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his hands guiding you gently. “Easy, baby. Just like that.”
Your nails dig into his chest as you begin to move, slow and steady at first, your body finding its rhythm while his muscles tense beneath your palms, his mouth falling open.
“Fuck,” he exhales. “You move like you were made for me.”
Your hands drift a little higher, thumb resting the hollow of his throat with your hands wrapping and squeezing just enough to make his eyes roll back in his skull.
“Holy—Holy shit. Tight… Tighter,” he moans as you ride him, your hips finding a deeper rhythm, and his eyes fluttering open just enough to find yours, fighting to stay open like he doesn’t want to miss a second of it.
“Rafe, I—” You start but he can already feel the way your body squeezes around him and your thighs tremble, grabbing for you, switching positions before sinking into you again.
Your fingers twist into the sheets as he grips you by your hips, drilling into you again and again until your back arches, and your pussy gushes, cumming around his while he does everything he can do to keep his pace, but it feels too fucking good.
Your body softens slightly as his dick throbs inside you, filling the condom with his head thrown back and his muscles cut tight to keep himself as deep as he can go.
“Holy shit,” he says softly, a quiet kind of disbelief in his voice breaking with pleasure. “You got no idea how—” His words drift away as he draws in a deep, needed breath, blowing it out with a satisfied smile. “You got no idea how long I wanted that.”
“Yeah?” You giggle, feeling your entire body warm when he looks at you like he means every word—like he’d say more if he could get it out.
He leans down and presses a slow kiss to your mouth, tender and deep as his rough thumb traces your cheek. “How was that?” He asks, quiet now, a smile pulling against your lips.
“Amazing.” Your voice is small but honest when your lips brush against his. “I’ve never cum like that before.”
He pulls away just enough to make sure he heard what he thought he heard, exhaling a short, breathy laugh and drops his head to your neck.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “Why the fuck would you tell me that?” His head turns, lips finding your neck, pressing his mouth to your skin as your fingers drift into his hair. “It’s gonna kill me not to bring that shit up.”
“Don’t.”
He groans again, pained and dramatic as ever. “How the fuck am I supposed to keep that to myself?”
“Please tell me you didn’t actually plan to bring that up.”
“I mean…” He mumbles, already picturing it. You pull him out of the fantasy, tugging playfully at his hair. “Please tell me you faked it with him.”
You hesitate for half a second before glancing away, lips twitching. “Rafe, c’mon,” you sigh, unable to answer—too bitter to lie.
“You’re shittin’ me?”
He pulls back to look at you and your features sharpen, threatening him with a look. “That stays between us.”
“Us?” He asks as he closes the space between your lips, kissing you softly.
“Us,” you whisper. “I’m not rushing into anything, Rafe.”
“Nah. No,” he breathes into your kiss as it gets a little deeper, his hand coming up to cradle your head. “I’m not—I mean… I wouldn’t want to pressure you into being mine or anything—”
“You’re so convincing,” you giggle against his lips and he sighs. “Haven’t even taken me on our date yet—”
“Shit’s planned though. Tomorrow. Tomorrow night, you and me?”
“I swore off frat guys though,” you mumble.
“Mmm,” he hums. “How’s that workin’ out for you, sweetheart?”
“Fuck you,” you giggle, smacking him playfully before he squeezes you tight.
“Fuck me, huh?” He teases, the warmth of his words ghosting against your jaw. “At least let me pull out first, yeah?”
“You’re so annoying,” you laugh.
“Yeah?” He grins. “You told me to come over… good luck getting rid of me now.”
“I did,” you whisper. “But, yeah… tomorrow.”
The corner of his lips curl into a smile as he hears exactly what he wanted to hear. “You won’t regret it. I promise.”
Everything in the room starts to settle, the party at the frat house next door still raging, the steady bass of the music thumping. But, Rafe’s still here, he hasn’t left, completely content with you in his arms.
He pulls out slowly, stepping out of the room, coming back in with a warm, wet towel and no plans to leave, and you can’t help but smile. He looks down at you, waiting for an invitation to step back in, breathing out a sigh of relief when you draw back the covers.
The towel moves between your legs, running up the inside of your thighs. His lips twitch at the corner again, like it’s killing him not to say everything he’s ever wanted to say to you.
“Rafe?” You giggle under your breath, watching a rosy blush bloom on his cheeks.
“Yeah, pretty,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Just say it,” you sigh.
“I, uh—I probably shouldn’t walk out there right now.”
You roll your eyes and snort out a laugh, snuggling into your bed a little more as he lays his head down on the pillow next to you, his big hand resting on your thigh. “Why not?”
“Well,” he says, like he is thinking it through moving a little closer, “JJ’s out there somewhere, isn’t he?”
Your eyebrow arches as another laugh bubbles past your lips, Rafe no stranger to a fight or two, or five. “Rafe—“
“Guy sounded pretty pissed.”
“Thought you didn’t give a shit,” you remind him.
He looks back at you, eyes warm and amused before his big arm tightens around you just a little, drawing you closer against his chest.
“But staying,” he adds quietly, his mouth brushing your forehead, “seems like the safer option.”
“Mhmm,” you murmur.
“Don’t make me leave,” he pleads softly, joking but not entirely. His finger draws under your chin, tilting your lips toward his, waiting for an answer he can feel before it even leaves your lips.
new fic coming REALLY soon. I know I said it wouldnt be a rafe cameron fic but honestly this idea has been in my head for days.
This fic is gonna be really nice for visual readers (like myself), i included alot of images, texts, outfit descriptions, etc. So if that sounds like something you like then comment to be in the taglist 🫶🏻
favors for toji and getting whatever you want (˶>⩊<˶)
you suck toji’s dick as "favors"; in return he gets you whatever your heart desires.
“hey, do me a favor.”
“i need a quick favor.”
“be good and do me a favor.”
when toji first asked if you could do a favor for him, as a roommate to a middle-aged man, you said yes.
he wasn’t that nice, but favors always meant you got something in return, so you didn't mind picking up something from the store for him or cleaning his room.
all of those were assumptions; that's what you thought the favor was going to be. instead, when you said, "sure, what is it?”
he pulled his sweatpants down in one move, revealing his stiff, aching dick that glowed pink at the tip.
“can you suck me off?”
his tone was casual, which not only confused you but also annoyed you. after staring at his dick for a while, your hand slowly reached out, grabbing it, his dick stiffening even more in your hold.
this kickstarted an unspoken arrangement: he asks you for a "favor," you do it, and he gives you everything you want.
the morning after doing it for the first time, you woke up to his worn-out wallet beside you.
two hundred dollars in it with his credit card, a sticky note attached saying his limit is five hundred and not to go crazy… but you did.
toji asking you the first time was on a whim, expecting you to curse him out or call the cops. so when you started sucking him off, he wasn’t expecting to get addicted to your mouth.
coming into your room for favors almost every night, making his wallet run dry and making you into a spoiled brat.
“you said $250 and a shopping spree!”
hanging your head off the edge of the bed with a pout while toji sighs, putting on his belt.
“i have to get more fucking hours; i told you last week, good fucking god.”
the more favors he wanted, the more he had to stay at work and get other side gigs just to fund you, his pretty little roommate with the pretty face and wet warm mouth.
shopping sprees? he made it happen. you wanted specific shoes? he got them. he always made sure you got what you wanted the next day.
it didn't take long for the two of you to start growing attached and developing feelings.
toji coming back to you sleeping in his bed and you coming home to gifts in your room even when you didn't suck him off.
the arrangement continued on anyway.
an: yes ik its short but i was thinking about this and really wanted to post tehehe.
summary: you decide to do a tiktok prank where you tell boyfriend!rafe you saw his homeboy on tinder!
warning(s): fluff, suggestive.
The sun had started setting in Outer Banks, leaving the island wrapped in a warm golden hue.
Rafe had just come back from taking his boat out for a ride with Topper.
He walked out of the shower, a pair of grey sweatpants and wet hair.
What better time to try a prank on him?
You see, as you rule his bed like a throne, he pretends he does not care.
But seeing the love of his life on his bed, where she belongs, sparks life into him.
His nonchalance only lasts so long before you do something to shake him up. It's never a boring day with you.
"Babe, guess what?" You said with a slight shock in your voice as he roughly dried his hair with a towel.
"Mhm?" He replied, not paying alot of attention.
"I just saw Topper on tinder!" You said with a mirthful laugh.
He ran his fingers through his hair, what you said still had not struck him yet.
"The fuck? Is he cheatin' on his girl or somethin'?" He said, still oblivious.
You decided to ramp things up a bit.
"I dunno! Like— I was just scrolling through tinder and I saw him!" You chuckled. "So weird." You said casually.
It finally hit him.
He turned around slowly before looking at you, his eyebrows raised.
"Topper is a dumbass, He does not know what's good for him. However, You. You, I dont remember you being a dumbass too." He said, his voice rough.
You looked at him obliviously.
"You know better than to be on Tinder, girl." He only calls you "girl" when he's being condescending.
He walked towards the bed, dragging the blanket off of you.
"Why do you need tinder? Am I not satisfying you enough?" He said, his voice raising a little.
"Noo but bae, Topper has a girlfriend and yet—" He didnt let you finish as he sprung up and clamped a hand around your mouth before snatching your phone from you.
He stood up and started frantically scrolling through your phone.
You held in your laugh.
"Where is the goddamn app?" He said, clearly frustrated.
"There's no app baby..it's a prank!" You giggled.
He looked at you before putting your phone inside of his desk.
"Fuck off."
He said, falling onto the bed and laying down on his side as you stil giggled.
"Baby im sorryyy—" you whined, wrapping yourself around his broad back.
"You fuckin' scared me, I thought you got fuckin' bored of me or some bullshit like that." He said, his voice rough but softer.
Eventually, he pulled you into his tight embrace, kissing the top of your head multiple times.
Rafe might not be the most expressive, but you truly are the love of his life— he would do anything to keep you.
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A/N: im so sorry i have not been posting, my mental health has just not been the best!! this is not long or very detailed, just something for the sake of posting. Thank you so much for all the love yall have been showing in my previous fics ♡
summary: you decide to do a tiktok prank where you tell boyfriend!rafe you saw his homeboy on tinder!
warning(s): fluff, suggestive.
The sun had started setting in Outer Banks, leaving the island wrapped in a warm golden hue.
Rafe had just come back from taking his boat out for a ride with Topper.
He walked out of the shower, a pair of grey sweatpants and wet hair.
What better time to try a prank on him?
You see, as you rule his bed like a throne, he pretends he does not care.
But seeing the love of his life on his bed, where she belongs, sparks life into him.
His nonchalance only lasts so long before you do something to shake him up. It's never a boring day with you.
"Babe, guess what?" You said with a slight shock in your voice as he roughly dried his hair with a towel.
"Mhm?" He replied, not paying alot of attention.
"I just saw Topper on tinder!" You said with a mirthful laugh.
He ran his fingers through his hair, what you said still had not struck him yet.
"The fuck? Is he cheatin' on his girl or somethin'?" He said, still oblivious.
You decided to ramp things up a bit.
"I dunno! Like— I was just scrolling through tinder and I saw him!" You chuckled. "So weird." You said casually.
It finally hit him.
He turned around slowly before looking at you, his eyebrows raised.
"Topper is a dumbass, He does not know what's good for him. However, You. You, I dont remember you being a dumbass too." He said, his voice rough.
You looked at him obliviously.
"You know better than to be on Tinder, girl." He only calls you "girl" when he's being condescending.
He walked towards the bed, dragging the blanket off of you.
"Why do you need tinder? Am I not satisfying you enough?" He said, his voice raising a little.
"Noo but bae, Topper has a girlfriend and yet—" He didnt let you finish as he sprung up and clamped a hand around your mouth before snatching your phone from you.
He stood up and started frantically scrolling through your phone.
You held in your laugh.
"Where is the goddamn app?" He said, clearly frustrated.
"There's no app baby..it's a prank!" You giggled.
He looked at you before putting your phone inside of his desk.
"Fuck off."
He said, falling onto the bed and laying down on his side as you stil giggled.
"Baby im sorryyy—" you whined, wrapping yourself around his broad back.
"You fuckin' scared me, I thought you got fuckin' bored of me or some bullshit like that." He said, his voice rough but softer.
Eventually, he pulled you into his tight embrace, kissing the top of your head multiple times.
Rafe might not be the most expressive, but you truly are the love of his life— he would do anything to keep you.
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A/N: im so sorry i have not been posting, my mental health has just not been the best!! this is not long or very detailed, just something for the sake of posting. Thank you so much for all the love yall have been showing in my previous fics ♡
