For anybody not caught up: Tennessee just passed a new map that pretty much makes it so black neighborhoods have no power in local votes. Two things about this. While protestors were chanting "No Jim Crow", white Tennessee lawmakers were caught laughing on video. On top of this, Representative Justin Pearson and his brother KeShaun Pearson were arrested for trying to give their takes on the matter (which is not only their legal right but literally his job). If you give a shit about black people, help fight this. We can't allow a return to Jim Crow.
making 18+ works of characters who are not 18+ is weird asf and i'm tired of yall pretending it's not, it's borderline ephebophilia and it's disgusting.
on a similar note it's also gross when writers / artists age up a minor character purely for sexual purposes as the sexual attraction originated from a character that is a minor or presented as a minor.
megumi from jjk is a perfect example of this. I feel like I constantly see smut works of him that don't even try to pass it off as an age up, even more disgusting since he doesn't even appear in modulo or have a canon adult character.
writers / artists are shamelessly sexualizing minors and I don't see nearly enough people talking about it. this is as bad as it is because it can encourage pedophilia related thoughts / behaviors and can also make them seem easier to get away with since it is so minimized and rarely spoken on in this day and age.
please help me spread this message to make tumblr a safer community !!
since when was it okay to bash writers based off of the content they make or the way they write? (obviously unless itโs incest/rape/pedophilia)
iโm personally pretty new to tumblr, but in the short few months iโve been active, iโve experienced so many amazing works and kind writers who donโt deserve a fraction of the things being said about them.
the burn book page that @/tojioffline has started is immature and defeats the entire purpose of this platform. whatโs supposed to be a safe space for people to write and express themselves and their ideas has turned into a petty and judgmental environment.
if you have a problem with a writer or their content, all you have to do is block them, but in no way is it okay to bring down people that have already been brave enough to put themselves out there and share their work.
the fact that some people believe itโs okay to harass writers or send death threats is beyond me and should not be normalized. itโs okay to dislike something/someone, itโs NEVER okay to threaten their safety or make public, childish gossip just because they donโt align with your own preferences.
i urge anyone who sees this to report @/tojioffline for bullying and please, please support any writers you come across.
(in light of all this, here are some of my personal fav blogs)
they encourage cruelty behind the safety of being anonymous.
their claim about being innocent in this doesnโt count. YOU give them a platform to bully and downright being hateful. YOU encourage them and as consequence the haters will only become more bold to send their hate directly to the writer.
mental health. my god, i canโt stop mentioning that enough. you donโt know what a single person on these targeted blogs going through. people have killed themselves for less.
they create a culture of fear that also will affect smaller blogs and future writers.
valid criticism never goes unheard. yes, big blogs have a large following and many followers would defend them. but if thereโs something really problematic about them then youโll be heard and valid in calling them out. and until now i havenโt seen a valid point.
what we can do against these blogs:
usually after some time they run out of content to post or itโs always the same recycled shit.
BLOCK. DONT ENGAGE.
if youโre a big blog: DONT MAKE POSTS ABOUT THEM.
like that one blog did they send asks to the writers and hours later several posts about these blogs popped up. i get that you want to warn your followers, but as a consequence you lure the haters out of their holes.
inform your friends privately. maybe create a copy and paste private message. itโll lead to a chain reaction without giving these blogs attention.
stay safe, my writer friends. if you want to talk my blog is a safe space.
rewatched amazing spider man ๐คค i dont think i can finish this.. as a matter of fact i dont think i can finish any piece these days!! but whatever! let's all look up to the night sky and wave to the astronauts
Summary : Hiromi, your husband, has been paying less and less attention to you and more and more attention to his work. So what happens when his needy wife tests his limits and sees how much he can take before going feral for her?? Surely he'll give in quickly!! Or so you thought. How pent up was he?? How much stamina does he even have?? How determined is he to FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT?!
Content [ MDNI!! ] : SMUT + FLUFF. fem!wife!reader, overworked!husband!Hiromi, stressed! Hiromi, teasing, lingerie, desk s, oral (fem rec.), tongue f, rough s, multiple orgasms, overstรญm, dรบmbifรญcation, filthy s, slightly mean hiromi ( with apologies ), making it fit, hes talking you through it, cIit play, pรบssydrรบnk higuruma, missionary, chokรญng, manhandIing, pronebone, sIight nรญppIe stim, creampรญes, cรบmpIay, aftercare, pet names, swรฉaring.
Pairing : Hiromi Higuruma x Reader
Word Count : 3.7k
A/N : MY FIRST FIC YAY!!
I was sleepy and had work to do, so yes, I know this sucks, bear with me !!
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Your husband never failed to overwork himself. He would spend hours of the day and night focused on any part of his lawyer duties, accidentally neglecting his poor wife of the basics of attention.
He would work overtime and come home late, tired, and sometimes drunk. But you knew he would never cheat. Not at all. Not when he bellyflops on top of you, drowning you in cologne and the bedsheets at 10:46 at night. Not when he grumbles about how tired he is or how his day sucked, mostly because of his co-workers. Not when he kisses your neck mid-complaint.
But he doesn't do all of that anymore. He's been more tired and too distant recently. You know he loves you, but why can't he make more time for you?
Your husband is passionate about his work. To spend more time with his work than with you? He's always taking on these super hard cases and spending way too much time on them, often leaving you to just be alone most of the time.
It was almost as if the romance had gone from your life. You didn't regret marrying Hiromi. But how could you bring that spark back into both of your lives? How could you get his attention? You have to win his attention back!
Your attempts to get your husband's attention away from work failed. It was a lot harder than it had seemed. You had been trying all the tricks in the book; you'd been at it for almost a month now! But you really thought the recent ones would do something!!
First, you โaccidentallyโ knocked his stapler off his desk, bending over to grab it while โcoincidentallyโ wearing his favorite miniskirt. Of course, he looked. But that's it. He checked you out for about 2.83 seconds before thanking you for retrieving the escaping stationery and then just going back to work.
Second, you just so happened to spill cold water on your tight white tank top, the day you weren't wearing a bra. Once again, he only looked. And then went to get a towel and a new shirt. That one confused you. Your whole tits were out for him to see through the thin shirt, and he just looked?! Didn't even say anything?!
Third, you were sure to do something. He just so happened to come home and open the bedroom door at the same time that you were rocking up and down on your pretty pink dildo, moaning his name. There's no way it wouldn't work!! But he was only flustered, apologized for not knocking, and left for his study.
Maybe it wasn't him, but you? Were you just not attractive to him anymore? That couldn't be the case! Every time you had done something to get his attention, he was always blushing, so flustered. scrambling to hide the growing tent in his pants. It seemed like he was at least a little turned on, but why wouldn't he give in? Why wasn't anything working??ย
That night, Hiromi was in his study. Reading over his annoyingly confusing case files, brows furrowed while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He was tense. The clock on the wall was barely visible in the room lit only by Hiromi's desk lamp. But it was late into the night. 1:38 AM. It was already morning, and you were still waiting for your husband to join you in bed.
โDon't worry, honey..I'll be over thereโฆjust give me 30 minutes, okay?โ was what he had promised you. Three hours ago. So you just decided to get out of bed, slide on your nice silk slip dress, and lean against the doorframe to watch over the stressed workaholic you called your husband.
You had decided to give him a little tease, to act all seductive for him. Another attempt to pull his attention away from work and back to you.
โHoney..you told me you were coming to bed soon! I'm lonely without youโฆโ You pouted. โI miss youโฆโ
Hiromi smacked his lips, opening his mouth to speak. But he was cut off when he saw how you looked, standing in the doorframe. A strap of your slip had fallen off your shoulder, and the cold of the silent house was enough to bring goosebumps over your body, hardening your nipples enough to outline the silk, your legs freshly shaven and smooth, long compared to the shortness of your sleepdress.
You could swear he was having a heart attack from the look on his face and the stillness of his body. And yet, you took it as a sign to trot over to him with that wickedly sly smile on your face.
Your fingers brushed over his shoulder and skimmed his neck gently as you circled him like a shark. โYou're so tenseโฆโ You whispered. โMiss me?โ Hiromi was flushed red at the contact. Still and shy. You helped yourself to sit on his lap, a side saddle with your arms around his neck. Looking at him with focused, doll-like eyes, while he looked away shyly.
You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, and planted soft, intimate kisses against his jawline, pulling a quiet whimper from his lips. You trailed your lips across his cheek and closer to his lips, and he guided his big, rough hands to your hips. You repositioned yourself to a straddle with your legs holding him down against the chair.
You went in for the kiss, but he gently pulled you away and turned his head. โNo, babyโฆโ Hiromi groaned. โI gotta workโฆโ You felt a wave of disappointment tumble over your nerves.
You had just about enough.
โBut you always have to work! When can I have some of you for myself?โ You cried. You craved his attention for so long, and you thought you finally had him! He must be doing it on purpose!
Hiromi looked at the neediness of your expression and sighed. Leaving a soft smile on his face. โYou're right. I haven't been paying any attention to you recently. I'm sorry, baby. I'll wrap it up right now, and we can go to bed.โ He moved to get up from the chair, but the not-so-tragic alignment of the positions you both were in drew a pleased gasp out of you.
He was half-erect in his slacks, thanks to your previous teasing, so when he moved to get up, the ridge of his cock slid over your clothed clit. You couldn't help the sound that pulled out of you, or that you kept rocking over it desperately to get the amazing feeling of friction back. You were just getting more wet, biting your lip to muffle the sounds you were making. Looking down at him with questioning eyes. Almost as if asking a mix of โis this okay?โ and โdoes it feel good for you too?โ
The sounds that Hiromi made answered for him, though. He panted and whined silently as he pushed back into his office chair. He didn't even know he was desperate for this feeling, too.
His gaze was fixed on where you were grinding against him. He gently pushed your slipdress up your waist and pushed his hips up in a gentle thrust to meet yours. Matching your speed-increasing rhythm.
โOh fuckโฆโ he cursed under his breath. You could feel his dick twitching and pulsing underneath his slacks. โOh yeahโฆride me, babyโฆโ
You gently tilted his chin up so that he would make eye contact with you, but within the few seconds of his obeying, he pulled himself up to kiss you. Hungrily. One hand cupped the back of your head while the other pushed your hip down against his growing bulge.
He gently pushed you forward against his desk while he desperately and quickly dry humped you. You struggled to breathe while all this was happening. Especially with his tongue down your throat. You were soaking through your panties, and he was also getting a wet spot on his pants. But it was unclear if it was from you or the precum that just couldn't stop leaking out of the pretty cock he had packaged away from you.
โTake these off,โ Hiromi demanded. Mentally, you screamed in victory, and physically, you quickly threw your panties over his shoulder and onto the chair behind him. He just grabbed the lacy thong and put it in his pocket for later.
He lowered himself to his knees with you lying back against his desk. He quickly snapped your legs open and kissed along the areas next to your needy, soaking, cunt. Of all times to tease, he chose now?
Still, you couldn't hold your moans, or stop your legs from twitching, or your needy cunt from throbbing desperately, expecting something from its usual visitor.
His tongue traveled across your inner thigh, running over the tense tendon, working to hold your legs open. He looked so starved, so why was he teasing??
โHiromiโฆbaby- mnn!! Fuck!! Why are you teasing me??โ You stuttered out to the man crouched in front of you. โYou're killing me!! Please!!โ
He smiled to himself and took two fingers to your pussylips, snapping them apart and leaning in to press soft, loving kisses to your clit. By now, he had absolutely nasty sounds tearing through your throat. You hadn't felt anything that good in so long, and now he was making up for that time. And he was just getting started.
Hiromi started to leave sloppy kisses all over your nub. His tongue slowly lapping and pulling at your swelling clit. He makes you shiver with every stroke, even if he was just being slow. And then you caught on to what he was trying to do. The tricky bastard!!
He was trying to get you all sensitive and weak beforehand!! He wanted to drive you crazy so that he could be the only one on top!! That's just not fair!! You've been trying to fuck him for almost two months, and he's trying to steal your show!!
โHiromi, I know what you're trying to-!! F-fuck!!โ He cut you off!! He got his hands and used his thumbs to pull your entrance open, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He savagely stuck his tongue out and quickly shook and rolled it over your pulsing hole. Head swaying around your wetness, his beautiful nose flicking over your clit. He was making a whole mess of your juices, eating you like his last meal.
You couldn't even form words; all you could do was moan and whine. Going dumb over your husband's head game. He picked up on the signs you were giving. Shuttering legs, filthy noises, head snapped back like some cheesy horror movie. You were about to cum.
โCum in my mouth, baby,โ Hiromi demanded. โSoak my face.โ he teased, looking up at you from between your legs before we quickly went back down again to feast.
You silently nodded, holding a moan behind your bitten lips as the coil tensed in your gut. Completely forgetting about him not letting you top, you didn't even care. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out, if you even still had any left.
Hiromi quickly strummed his tongue back and forth over your clit, and then jammed two fingers into your gummy walls, quickly thrusting his fingers exactly into your g-spot, making you whine loud enough to echo through the apartment.
He watched as your juices ran down his palm like a waterfall, continuing to finger-fuck your G-spot, splashing your fluids over his shirt. โOur neighbors hate us,โ he laughed to himself. Watching you struggle to catch your breath.
โBaby??โ you sighed.
โHm?โ
โWhy are your clothes still on??โ
โHuh??โ
โTake them off.โ You commanded him, and to no surprise, he looked a little flabbergasted. Like all his confidence flew out the window the second you came. To take him out of his trance, you bit your lip and arched your brows at him, putting two fingers over your slit and rolling them in circles. Giving him a little show as you touched yourself.
And just like that, he sprang up. Throwing off his wet button-down shirt and started clumsily fiddling with his belt. His eyes flicked between you and then back to the pants he was desperately trying to peel off.
You giggled at him when he finally got his pants off, but the laughing stopped when he got his boxers off, and you saw what he was hiding under there for the past two months.
His shaft looked heavy, thick, and had maybe a vein or two, while his tip was flushed red with a glossed layer of precum over it. You weren't sure if your poor pussy could take it!!
Before a word could leave your mouth, he rushed over you and used his hand to roll his throbbing tip around the edges of your sweet, sensitive sex. And before you could even process, he had a hand on your waist and one on your hip, and pushed his length into your warmth at a slowish, painful pace. And yet you couldn't stop mewling into his sleeve.
His cock bottomed out inside of you, kissing and nudging at your cervix. Hiromi gently pushed himself up into your sweet spot, just to feel your walls flutter around him and your legs quiver at his hips.
โS-shit..โ Hiromi gasped. โI love this pussyโฆโ He kissed your earlobe as he held the sides of the table and started to thrust himself into you, back and forth. The table rocked into the wall repeatedly as your husband fucked you. The feeling of your tailbones on the hardwood table was oh so uncomfortable, but you've been waiting for this sex for so long that it would have to do.
He started to slam himself into you at a dizzying pace, your sopping cunt soaked his balls, making a wet slapping sound against your ass amongst the quiet night. You couldn't stop yourself from shaking and felt tears well up at the corners of your eyes, teasing their release.
โYou gonna cum again??โ Hiromi growled into your ear. โGonna cum all over my cock??โ He pushed you all the way onto your back and started ruthlessly pounding that sensitive gummy spot deep inside you. Filthy sounds flooded the room as you went absolutely stupid for him.
โMhm!!โ You moaned behind pouting lips. โI love you!!โ You cried. Mind flooded with emotions for your lover. It had been so long since he was in your firm walls, and it felt like home.
โFuck yeah, y/n.โ He smiled at you. โThat's my girl. Tighten for me, baby.โ He gripped your hips hard and pulled you right to the edge of the desk. You did just as he told you, like a dog. You clenched around him as if you were doing kegels, and just as you did,
You felt your orgasm tear out of your guts and spill between your legs.
Hiromi didn't give you any time to recover; instead, he picked you up and held you right against him, your legs with no choice but to wrap around him as he slammed his cock into you. Letting your body bounce over his hips every time he bucked upwards into your spasming pussy.
โFuck!! Oh my god!!โ you screamed into his shoulder, as if it muffled anything. The stamina that this man had was insane!! He could've been in the Olympics the way he was running your pussy!!
โYou're my little whore for the night, aren't you, baby??โ Hiromi whispered those sexy insults into your ear as he carried you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and quickly took off the remainder of his suit. โTake that shit off.โ He nodded his head to your wet, silky nightgown. And without hesitation, you threw it into the laundry basket across the room.
Hiromi grabbed your hips and threw you onto your stomach. The messy comforter on the bed skimmed your hardened nipples like a massage as Hiromi forced your back into an arch.
โHmnn?! You're still going?!โ You exclaimed. At this point, you were just never going to sleep.
โI've gotta cum too, yknow?โ He pointed out as he slammed himself into you from behind. Knocking all the air from your lungs and forcing them out in a moan. โYou have no idea how hard it was to try and stay focused on my work, so hard when my sexy wife kept teasing me when I had important work!!โ It seemed as if he was taking out his pent-up frustration from work on you. He was almost rearranging your guts with his harsh slams.
โThis is all I've wanted!!โ you yelled back at him. โI just wanted you, Hiro!! I wanted you to notice me!! Be with me!!โ You tried to hold a serious conversation, even if you were mid intercourse. โYou don't always have to lock yourself away!! Just let me be your weakness every once in a while!!โ
That's where he just about had it.
Hiromi wrapped his arm around your neck and choked you with his bicep, holding you in a headlock as he seemed to be strangling you. But it was still so hot. โIs this what you wanted?? You wanted my attention, right?!โ He yelled at you. โYou want me to pump this pretty cunt full of my cum?!โ
โFuck!! yesyesYES!!โ You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you choked out your words. โI missed everything!! I missed you!! I missed all the things we did together!! I missed this dick!!โ
He pistoned himself all the way in and grunted through his release. Hot robes of sloppy seed littering your tunnel. Punishing your guts as you came one more time around him, milking him for his cum.
Hiromi gently pulled out of you, looking at the wreckage between your thighs as if he were an artist admiring his latest masterpiece. Like Norman fucking Rockwell.
You caught your breath, and he held onto you and pulled you to his chest. Kissing your cheek. Catching up in a soft moment of intimacy together. It felt so nice to finally do something together for once.
โSo how have you been, baby??โ Hiromi breathed out.
After both of you had cleaned up, you slid on a new nightgown and joined your husband in bed, a comforting sweetheart's cradle for aftercare.
โI'm so sorry for neglecting you in my attention, y/n.โ Hiromi apologized. โYou mean everything, and I just got too carried away with my work and-!!โ
โShhushhhโฆโ You comforted. โIt's okay, I'm not mad.โ You smiled for reassurance.
โAnd I'm sorry I said you were my whore for the night!!โ He quickly stumbled out. โYou're so much more to me than that!!โ
You couldn't help but giggle at how apologetic he was. Compared to how he was unapologetically ruining you an hour ago.
โLet's go out tomorrow!! Let's have breakfast together!!โ Hiromi demanded. โYou deserve everything, and I need to catch up on loving you!!โ He pleaded to you as he sprang from the mattress.
โAlright, but that's later.โ You shifted him back down to the pillow. โNow, it's time for us to sleep.โ You gently rested your head back down on his chest.
โ...finally.โ you whispered.
He let out a little giggle, but then drifted to sleep so quickly.
โy/n?!โ Hiromi called through the apartment. โYou ready to go?? It's almost time for the reservation!!โ He anxiously checked his silver watch beneath his brown winter coat.
โYeah!! Coming!!โ You applied your last brush of mascara and two quick puffs of perfume before rushing to the door. Slipping on your cute fur boots in front of your husband as he towered over you. โLet's go!!โ You exclaimed as you laced the last string. Taking Hiromi's hand to lift you.
โIt's cold out, you gonna get your scarf?โ He suggested. He didn't want his darling wife to get cold now, did he??
โI'll be fine!! Now come on were already gonna be late!!โ You took him and rushed the two of you out the door.
โAnd whose fault is that?โ He joked. You just swatted at his arm as he laughed to himself.
The two of you reached the elevator and joined your two neighbors, who were a lovely older couple.
God, you hoped they didn't hear you last night.
The cold from the building was already sending goosebumps down your body, and you were used to the warm blankets from last night that you overlooked everything. It was embarrassing, but you had to admit that Hiromi was right.
โHoney?? Could you hold the elevator for me??โ You blushed before you could even say it. โI'm gonna go get my scarfโฆโ Hiromi's face lit up in an โI told you soโ kind of way.
โOf course. Just be fast, sweetheart.โ Hiromi smirked. โDon't hold us up.โ He teased you again. God, he sure was cocky the morning after.
You rushed down the hall back to your apartment, leaving your husband with the sweet couple in the elevator.
โShe is a doll, isn't she??โ The old lady complimented. โYou are a lucky boy!โ She let out a soft smile to the shy man. The lady holding her husband's arm.
โYes, I am.โ Hiromi blushed, failing at hiding his smile. โShes the light of my life. Don't know what Iโd do without her.โ
โYou two are just like my husband and me when we were younger!! Now we're just lazy old bums!!โ The older lady joked. The couple laughed together. Hiromi laughed with them.
โI think it's sweet that you two have stayed together that long.โ Hiromi returned a compliment.
โYou and that girl have a spark that my wife and I have. I'm sure that you two will grow old together just like us.โ The old man smiled at Hiromi in his flustered state.
โI'm sure we will.โ Hiromi smiled. A moment of silence passed in the waiting elevator.
โYou know, I think it's wonderful that the two of you are trying for a baby!!โ The old lady misunderstood. They definitely heard last night.
It took a moment to register in Hiromi's lagging head.
โWHAT?!โ
A/N : hope u liked it !! lmk if u want a part twoo !!
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Summary : Hiromi, your husband, has been paying less and less attention to you and more and more attention to his work. So what happens when his needy wife tests his limits and sees how much he can take before going feral for her?? Surely he'll give in quickly!! Or so you thought. How pent up was he?? How much stamina does he even have?? How determined is he to FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT?!
Content [ MDNI!! ] : SMUT + FLUFF. fem!wife!reader, overworked!husband!Hiromi, stressed! Hiromi, teasing, lingerie, desk s, oral (fem rec.), tongue f, rough s, multiple orgasms, overstรญm, dรบmbifรญcation, filthy s, slightly mean hiromi ( with apologies ), making it fit, hes talking you through it, cIit play, pรบssydrรบnk higuruma, missionary, chokรญng, manhandIing, pronebone, sIight nรญppIe stim, creampรญes, cรบmpIay, aftercare, pet names, swรฉaring.
Pairing : Hiromi Higuruma x Reader
Word Count : 3.7k
A/N : MY FIRST FIC YAY!!
I was sleepy and had work to do, so yes, I know this sucks, bear with me !!
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Your husband never failed to overwork himself. He would spend hours of the day and night focused on any part of his lawyer duties, accidentally neglecting his poor wife of the basics of attention.
He would work overtime and come home late, tired, and sometimes drunk. But you knew he would never cheat. Not at all. Not when he bellyflops on top of you, drowning you in cologne and the bedsheets at 10:46 at night. Not when he grumbles about how tired he is or how his day sucked, mostly because of his co-workers. Not when he kisses your neck mid-complaint.
But he doesn't do all of that anymore. He's been more tired and too distant recently. You know he loves you, but why can't he make more time for you?
Your husband is passionate about his work. To spend more time with his work than with you? He's always taking on these super hard cases and spending way too much time on them, often leaving you to just be alone most of the time.
It was almost as if the romance had gone from your life. You didn't regret marrying Hiromi. But how could you bring that spark back into both of your lives? How could you get his attention? You have to win his attention back!
Your attempts to get your husband's attention away from work failed. It was a lot harder than it had seemed. You had been trying all the tricks in the book; you'd been at it for almost a month now! But you really thought the recent ones would do something!!
First, you โaccidentallyโ knocked his stapler off his desk, bending over to grab it while โcoincidentallyโ wearing his favorite miniskirt. Of course, he looked. But that's it. He checked you out for about 2.83 seconds before thanking you for retrieving the escaping stationery and then just going back to work.
Second, you just so happened to spill cold water on your tight white tank top, the day you weren't wearing a bra. Once again, he only looked. And then went to get a towel and a new shirt. That one confused you. Your whole tits were out for him to see through the thin shirt, and he just looked?! Didn't even say anything?!
Third, you were sure to do something. He just so happened to come home and open the bedroom door at the same time that you were rocking up and down on your pretty pink dildo, moaning his name. There's no way it wouldn't work!! But he was only flustered, apologized for not knocking, and left for his study.
Maybe it wasn't him, but you? Were you just not attractive to him anymore? That couldn't be the case! Every time you had done something to get his attention, he was always blushing, so flustered. scrambling to hide the growing tent in his pants. It seemed like he was at least a little turned on, but why wouldn't he give in? Why wasn't anything working??ย
That night, Hiromi was in his study. Reading over his annoyingly confusing case files, brows furrowed while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He was tense. The clock on the wall was barely visible in the room lit only by Hiromi's desk lamp. But it was late into the night. 1:38 AM. It was already morning, and you were still waiting for your husband to join you in bed.
โDon't worry, honey..I'll be over thereโฆjust give me 30 minutes, okay?โ was what he had promised you. Three hours ago. So you just decided to get out of bed, slide on your nice silk slip dress, and lean against the doorframe to watch over the stressed workaholic you called your husband.
You had decided to give him a little tease, to act all seductive for him. Another attempt to pull his attention away from work and back to you.
โHoney..you told me you were coming to bed soon! I'm lonely without youโฆโ You pouted. โI miss youโฆโ
Hiromi smacked his lips, opening his mouth to speak. But he was cut off when he saw how you looked, standing in the doorframe. A strap of your slip had fallen off your shoulder, and the cold of the silent house was enough to bring goosebumps over your body, hardening your nipples enough to outline the silk, your legs freshly shaven and smooth, long compared to the shortness of your sleepdress.
You could swear he was having a heart attack from the look on his face and the stillness of his body. And yet, you took it as a sign to trot over to him with that wickedly sly smile on your face.
Your fingers brushed over his shoulder and skimmed his neck gently as you circled him like a shark. โYou're so tenseโฆโ You whispered. โMiss me?โ Hiromi was flushed red at the contact. Still and shy. You helped yourself to sit on his lap, a side saddle with your arms around his neck. Looking at him with focused, doll-like eyes, while he looked away shyly.
You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, and planted soft, intimate kisses against his jawline, pulling a quiet whimper from his lips. You trailed your lips across his cheek and closer to his lips, and he guided his big, rough hands to your hips. You repositioned yourself to a straddle with your legs holding him down against the chair.
You went in for the kiss, but he gently pulled you away and turned his head. โNo, babyโฆโ Hiromi groaned. โI gotta workโฆโ You felt a wave of disappointment tumble over your nerves.
You had just about enough.
โBut you always have to work! When can I have some of you for myself?โ You cried. You craved his attention for so long, and you thought you finally had him! He must be doing it on purpose!
Hiromi looked at the neediness of your expression and sighed. Leaving a soft smile on his face. โYou're right. I haven't been paying any attention to you recently. I'm sorry, baby. I'll wrap it up right now, and we can go to bed.โ He moved to get up from the chair, but the not-so-tragic alignment of the positions you both were in drew a pleased gasp out of you.
He was half-erect in his slacks, thanks to your previous teasing, so when he moved to get up, the ridge of his cock slid over your clothed clit. You couldn't help the sound that pulled out of you, or that you kept rocking over it desperately to get the amazing feeling of friction back. You were just getting more wet, biting your lip to muffle the sounds you were making. Looking down at him with questioning eyes. Almost as if asking a mix of โis this okay?โ and โdoes it feel good for you too?โ
The sounds that Hiromi made answered for him, though. He panted and whined silently as he pushed back into his office chair. He didn't even know he was desperate for this feeling, too.
His gaze was fixed on where you were grinding against him. He gently pushed your slipdress up your waist and pushed his hips up in a gentle thrust to meet yours. Matching your speed-increasing rhythm.
โOh fuckโฆโ he cursed under his breath. You could feel his dick twitching and pulsing underneath his slacks. โOh yeahโฆride me, babyโฆโ
You gently tilted his chin up so that he would make eye contact with you, but within the few seconds of his obeying, he pulled himself up to kiss you. Hungrily. One hand cupped the back of your head while the other pushed your hip down against his growing bulge.
He gently pushed you forward against his desk while he desperately and quickly dry humped you. You struggled to breathe while all this was happening. Especially with his tongue down your throat. You were soaking through your panties, and he was also getting a wet spot on his pants. But it was unclear if it was from you or the precum that just couldn't stop leaking out of the pretty cock he had packaged away from you.
โTake these off,โ Hiromi demanded. Mentally, you screamed in victory, and physically, you quickly threw your panties over his shoulder and onto the chair behind him. He just grabbed the lacy thong and put it in his pocket for later.
He lowered himself to his knees with you lying back against his desk. He quickly snapped your legs open and kissed along the areas next to your needy, soaking, cunt. Of all times to tease, he chose now?
Still, you couldn't hold your moans, or stop your legs from twitching, or your needy cunt from throbbing desperately, expecting something from its usual visitor.
His tongue traveled across your inner thigh, running over the tense tendon, working to hold your legs open. He looked so starved, so why was he teasing??
โHiromiโฆbaby- mnn!! Fuck!! Why are you teasing me??โ You stuttered out to the man crouched in front of you. โYou're killing me!! Please!!โ
He smiled to himself and took two fingers to your pussylips, snapping them apart and leaning in to press soft, loving kisses to your clit. By now, he had absolutely nasty sounds tearing through your throat. You hadn't felt anything that good in so long, and now he was making up for that time. And he was just getting started.
Hiromi started to leave sloppy kisses all over your nub. His tongue slowly lapping and pulling at your swelling clit. He makes you shiver with every stroke, even if he was just being slow. And then you caught on to what he was trying to do. The tricky bastard!!
He was trying to get you all sensitive and weak beforehand!! He wanted to drive you crazy so that he could be the only one on top!! That's just not fair!! You've been trying to fuck him for almost two months, and he's trying to steal your show!!
โHiromi, I know what you're trying to-!! F-fuck!!โ He cut you off!! He got his hands and used his thumbs to pull your entrance open, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He savagely stuck his tongue out and quickly shook and rolled it over your pulsing hole. Head swaying around your wetness, his beautiful nose flicking over your clit. He was making a whole mess of your juices, eating you like his last meal.
You couldn't even form words; all you could do was moan and whine. Going dumb over your husband's head game. He picked up on the signs you were giving. Shuttering legs, filthy noises, head snapped back like some cheesy horror movie. You were about to cum.
โCum in my mouth, baby,โ Hiromi demanded. โSoak my face.โ he teased, looking up at you from between your legs before we quickly went back down again to feast.
You silently nodded, holding a moan behind your bitten lips as the coil tensed in your gut. Completely forgetting about him not letting you top, you didn't even care. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out, if you even still had any left.
Hiromi quickly strummed his tongue back and forth over your clit, and then jammed two fingers into your gummy walls, quickly thrusting his fingers exactly into your g-spot, making you whine loud enough to echo through the apartment.
He watched as your juices ran down his palm like a waterfall, continuing to finger-fuck your G-spot, splashing your fluids over his shirt. โOur neighbors hate us,โ he laughed to himself. Watching you struggle to catch your breath.
โBaby??โ you sighed.
โHm?โ
โWhy are your clothes still on??โ
โHuh??โ
โTake them off.โ You commanded him, and to no surprise, he looked a little flabbergasted. Like all his confidence flew out the window the second you came. To take him out of his trance, you bit your lip and arched your brows at him, putting two fingers over your slit and rolling them in circles. Giving him a little show as you touched yourself.
And just like that, he sprang up. Throwing off his wet button-down shirt and started clumsily fiddling with his belt. His eyes flicked between you and then back to the pants he was desperately trying to peel off.
You giggled at him when he finally got his pants off, but the laughing stopped when he got his boxers off, and you saw what he was hiding under there for the past two months.
His shaft looked heavy, thick, and had maybe a vein or two, while his tip was flushed red with a glossed layer of precum over it. You weren't sure if your poor pussy could take it!!
Before a word could leave your mouth, he rushed over you and used his hand to roll his throbbing tip around the edges of your sweet, sensitive sex. And before you could even process, he had a hand on your waist and one on your hip, and pushed his length into your warmth at a slowish, painful pace. And yet you couldn't stop mewling into his sleeve.
His cock bottomed out inside of you, kissing and nudging at your cervix. Hiromi gently pushed himself up into your sweet spot, just to feel your walls flutter around him and your legs quiver at his hips.
โS-shit..โ Hiromi gasped. โI love this pussyโฆโ He kissed your earlobe as he held the sides of the table and started to thrust himself into you, back and forth. The table rocked into the wall repeatedly as your husband fucked you. The feeling of your tailbones on the hardwood table was oh so uncomfortable, but you've been waiting for this sex for so long that it would have to do.
He started to slam himself into you at a dizzying pace, your sopping cunt soaked his balls, making a wet slapping sound against your ass amongst the quiet night. You couldn't stop yourself from shaking and felt tears well up at the corners of your eyes, teasing their release.
โYou gonna cum again??โ Hiromi growled into your ear. โGonna cum all over my cock??โ He pushed you all the way onto your back and started ruthlessly pounding that sensitive gummy spot deep inside you. Filthy sounds flooded the room as you went absolutely stupid for him.
โMhm!!โ You moaned behind pouting lips. โI love you!!โ You cried. Mind flooded with emotions for your lover. It had been so long since he was in your firm walls, and it felt like home.
โFuck yeah, y/n.โ He smiled at you. โThat's my girl. Tighten for me, baby.โ He gripped your hips hard and pulled you right to the edge of the desk. You did just as he told you, like a dog. You clenched around him as if you were doing kegels, and just as you did,
You felt your orgasm tear out of your guts and spill between your legs.
Hiromi didn't give you any time to recover; instead, he picked you up and held you right against him, your legs with no choice but to wrap around him as he slammed his cock into you. Letting your body bounce over his hips every time he bucked upwards into your spasming pussy.
โFuck!! Oh my god!!โ you screamed into his shoulder, as if it muffled anything. The stamina that this man had was insane!! He could've been in the Olympics the way he was running your pussy!!
โYou're my little whore for the night, aren't you, baby??โ Hiromi whispered those sexy insults into your ear as he carried you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and quickly took off the remainder of his suit. โTake that shit off.โ He nodded his head to your wet, silky nightgown. And without hesitation, you threw it into the laundry basket across the room.
Hiromi grabbed your hips and threw you onto your stomach. The messy comforter on the bed skimmed your hardened nipples like a massage as Hiromi forced your back into an arch.
โHmnn?! You're still going?!โ You exclaimed. At this point, you were just never going to sleep.
โI've gotta cum too, yknow?โ He pointed out as he slammed himself into you from behind. Knocking all the air from your lungs and forcing them out in a moan. โYou have no idea how hard it was to try and stay focused on my work, so hard when my sexy wife kept teasing me when I had important work!!โ It seemed as if he was taking out his pent-up frustration from work on you. He was almost rearranging your guts with his harsh slams.
โThis is all I've wanted!!โ you yelled back at him. โI just wanted you, Hiro!! I wanted you to notice me!! Be with me!!โ You tried to hold a serious conversation, even if you were mid intercourse. โYou don't always have to lock yourself away!! Just let me be your weakness every once in a while!!โ
That's where he just about had it.
Hiromi wrapped his arm around your neck and choked you with his bicep, holding you in a headlock as he seemed to be strangling you. But it was still so hot. โIs this what you wanted?? You wanted my attention, right?!โ He yelled at you. โYou want me to pump this pretty cunt full of my cum?!โ
โFuck!! yesyesYES!!โ You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you choked out your words. โI missed everything!! I missed you!! I missed all the things we did together!! I missed this dick!!โ
He pistoned himself all the way in and grunted through his release. Hot robes of sloppy seed littering your tunnel. Punishing your guts as you came one more time around him, milking him for his cum.
Hiromi gently pulled out of you, looking at the wreckage between your thighs as if he were an artist admiring his latest masterpiece. Like Norman fucking Rockwell.
You caught your breath, and he held onto you and pulled you to his chest. Kissing your cheek. Catching up in a soft moment of intimacy together. It felt so nice to finally do something together for once.
โSo how have you been, baby??โ Hiromi breathed out.
After both of you had cleaned up, you slid on a new nightgown and joined your husband in bed, a comforting sweetheart's cradle for aftercare.
โI'm so sorry for neglecting you in my attention, y/n.โ Hiromi apologized. โYou mean everything, and I just got too carried away with my work and-!!โ
โShhushhhโฆโ You comforted. โIt's okay, I'm not mad.โ You smiled for reassurance.
โAnd I'm sorry I said you were my whore for the night!!โ He quickly stumbled out. โYou're so much more to me than that!!โ
You couldn't help but giggle at how apologetic he was. Compared to how he was unapologetically ruining you an hour ago.
โLet's go out tomorrow!! Let's have breakfast together!!โ Hiromi demanded. โYou deserve everything, and I need to catch up on loving you!!โ He pleaded to you as he sprang from the mattress.
โAlright, but that's later.โ You shifted him back down to the pillow. โNow, it's time for us to sleep.โ You gently rested your head back down on his chest.
โ...finally.โ you whispered.
He let out a little giggle, but then drifted to sleep so quickly.
โy/n?!โ Hiromi called through the apartment. โYou ready to go?? It's almost time for the reservation!!โ He anxiously checked his silver watch beneath his brown winter coat.
โYeah!! Coming!!โ You applied your last brush of mascara and two quick puffs of perfume before rushing to the door. Slipping on your cute fur boots in front of your husband as he towered over you. โLet's go!!โ You exclaimed as you laced the last string. Taking Hiromi's hand to lift you.
โIt's cold out, you gonna get your scarf?โ He suggested. He didn't want his darling wife to get cold now, did he??
โI'll be fine!! Now come on were already gonna be late!!โ You took him and rushed the two of you out the door.
โAnd whose fault is that?โ He joked. You just swatted at his arm as he laughed to himself.
The two of you reached the elevator and joined your two neighbors, who were a lovely older couple.
God, you hoped they didn't hear you last night.
The cold from the building was already sending goosebumps down your body, and you were used to the warm blankets from last night that you overlooked everything. It was embarrassing, but you had to admit that Hiromi was right.
โHoney?? Could you hold the elevator for me??โ You blushed before you could even say it. โI'm gonna go get my scarfโฆโ Hiromi's face lit up in an โI told you soโ kind of way.
โOf course. Just be fast, sweetheart.โ Hiromi smirked. โDon't hold us up.โ He teased you again. God, he sure was cocky the morning after.
You rushed down the hall back to your apartment, leaving your husband with the sweet couple in the elevator.
โShe is a doll, isn't she??โ The old lady complimented. โYou are a lucky boy!โ She let out a soft smile to the shy man. The lady holding her husband's arm.
โYes, I am.โ Hiromi blushed, failing at hiding his smile. โShes the light of my life. Don't know what Iโd do without her.โ
โYou two are just like my husband and me when we were younger!! Now we're just lazy old bums!!โ The older lady joked. The couple laughed together. Hiromi laughed with them.
โI think it's sweet that you two have stayed together that long.โ Hiromi returned a compliment.
โYou and that girl have a spark that my wife and I have. I'm sure that you two will grow old together just like us.โ The old man smiled at Hiromi in his flustered state.
โI'm sure we will.โ Hiromi smiled. A moment of silence passed in the waiting elevator.
โYou know, I think it's wonderful that the two of you are trying for a baby!!โ The old lady misunderstood. They definitely heard last night.
It took a moment to register in Hiromi's lagging head.
โWHAT?!โ
A/N : hope u liked it !! lmk if u want a part twoo !!
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Summary : Hiromi, your husband, has been paying less and less attention to you and more and more attention to his work. So what happens when his needy wife tests his limits and sees how much he can take before going feral for her?? Surely he'll give in quickly!! Or so you thought. How pent up was he?? How much stamina does he even have?? How determined is he to FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT?!
Content [ MDNI!! ] : SMUT + FLUFF. fem!wife!reader, overworked!husband!Hiromi, stressed! Hiromi, teasing, lingerie, desk s, oral (fem rec.), tongue f, rough s, multiple orgasms, overstรญm, dรบmbifรญcation, filthy s, slightly mean hiromi ( with apologies ), making it fit, hes talking you through it, cIit play, pรบssydrรบnk higuruma, missionary, chokรญng, manhandIing, pronebone, sIight nรญppIe stim, creampรญes, cรบmpIay, aftercare, pet names, swรฉaring.
Pairing : Hiromi Higuruma x Reader
Word Count : 3.7k
A/N : MY FIRST FIC YAY!!
I was sleepy and had work to do, so yes, I know this sucks, bear with me !!
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Your husband never failed to overwork himself. He would spend hours of the day and night focused on any part of his lawyer duties, accidentally neglecting his poor wife of the basics of attention.
He would work overtime and come home late, tired, and sometimes drunk. But you knew he would never cheat. Not at all. Not when he bellyflops on top of you, drowning you in cologne and the bedsheets at 10:46 at night. Not when he grumbles about how tired he is or how his day sucked, mostly because of his co-workers. Not when he kisses your neck mid-complaint.
But he doesn't do all of that anymore. He's been more tired and too distant recently. You know he loves you, but why can't he make more time for you?
Your husband is passionate about his work. To spend more time with his work than with you? He's always taking on these super hard cases and spending way too much time on them, often leaving you to just be alone most of the time.
It was almost as if the romance had gone from your life. You didn't regret marrying Hiromi. But how could you bring that spark back into both of your lives? How could you get his attention? You have to win his attention back!
Your attempts to get your husband's attention away from work failed. It was a lot harder than it had seemed. You had been trying all the tricks in the book; you'd been at it for almost a month now! But you really thought the recent ones would do something!!
First, you โaccidentallyโ knocked his stapler off his desk, bending over to grab it while โcoincidentallyโ wearing his favorite miniskirt. Of course, he looked. But that's it. He checked you out for about 2.83 seconds before thanking you for retrieving the escaping stationery and then just going back to work.
Second, you just so happened to spill cold water on your tight white tank top, the day you weren't wearing a bra. Once again, he only looked. And then went to get a towel and a new shirt. That one confused you. Your whole tits were out for him to see through the thin shirt, and he just looked?! Didn't even say anything?!
Third, you were sure to do something. He just so happened to come home and open the bedroom door at the same time that you were rocking up and down on your pretty pink dildo, moaning his name. There's no way it wouldn't work!! But he was only flustered, apologized for not knocking, and left for his study.
Maybe it wasn't him, but you? Were you just not attractive to him anymore? That couldn't be the case! Every time you had done something to get his attention, he was always blushing, so flustered. scrambling to hide the growing tent in his pants. It seemed like he was at least a little turned on, but why wouldn't he give in? Why wasn't anything working??ย
That night, Hiromi was in his study. Reading over his annoyingly confusing case files, brows furrowed while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He was tense. The clock on the wall was barely visible in the room lit only by Hiromi's desk lamp. But it was late into the night. 1:38 AM. It was already morning, and you were still waiting for your husband to join you in bed.
โDon't worry, honey..I'll be over thereโฆjust give me 30 minutes, okay?โ was what he had promised you. Three hours ago. So you just decided to get out of bed, slide on your nice silk slip dress, and lean against the doorframe to watch over the stressed workaholic you called your husband.
You had decided to give him a little tease, to act all seductive for him. Another attempt to pull his attention away from work and back to you.
โHoney..you told me you were coming to bed soon! I'm lonely without youโฆโ You pouted. โI miss youโฆโ
Hiromi smacked his lips, opening his mouth to speak. But he was cut off when he saw how you looked, standing in the doorframe. A strap of your slip had fallen off your shoulder, and the cold of the silent house was enough to bring goosebumps over your body, hardening your nipples enough to outline the silk, your legs freshly shaven and smooth, long compared to the shortness of your sleepdress.
You could swear he was having a heart attack from the look on his face and the stillness of his body. And yet, you took it as a sign to trot over to him with that wickedly sly smile on your face.
Your fingers brushed over his shoulder and skimmed his neck gently as you circled him like a shark. โYou're so tenseโฆโ You whispered. โMiss me?โ Hiromi was flushed red at the contact. Still and shy. You helped yourself to sit on his lap, a side saddle with your arms around his neck. Looking at him with focused, doll-like eyes, while he looked away shyly.
You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, and planted soft, intimate kisses against his jawline, pulling a quiet whimper from his lips. You trailed your lips across his cheek and closer to his lips, and he guided his big, rough hands to your hips. You repositioned yourself to a straddle with your legs holding him down against the chair.
You went in for the kiss, but he gently pulled you away and turned his head. โNo, babyโฆโ Hiromi groaned. โI gotta workโฆโ You felt a wave of disappointment tumble over your nerves.
You had just about enough.
โBut you always have to work! When can I have some of you for myself?โ You cried. You craved his attention for so long, and you thought you finally had him! He must be doing it on purpose!
Hiromi looked at the neediness of your expression and sighed. Leaving a soft smile on his face. โYou're right. I haven't been paying any attention to you recently. I'm sorry, baby. I'll wrap it up right now, and we can go to bed.โ He moved to get up from the chair, but the not-so-tragic alignment of the positions you both were in drew a pleased gasp out of you.
He was half-erect in his slacks, thanks to your previous teasing, so when he moved to get up, the ridge of his cock slid over your clothed clit. You couldn't help the sound that pulled out of you, or that you kept rocking over it desperately to get the amazing feeling of friction back. You were just getting more wet, biting your lip to muffle the sounds you were making. Looking down at him with questioning eyes. Almost as if asking a mix of โis this okay?โ and โdoes it feel good for you too?โ
The sounds that Hiromi made answered for him, though. He panted and whined silently as he pushed back into his office chair. He didn't even know he was desperate for this feeling, too.
His gaze was fixed on where you were grinding against him. He gently pushed your slipdress up your waist and pushed his hips up in a gentle thrust to meet yours. Matching your speed-increasing rhythm.
โOh fuckโฆโ he cursed under his breath. You could feel his dick twitching and pulsing underneath his slacks. โOh yeahโฆride me, babyโฆโ
You gently tilted his chin up so that he would make eye contact with you, but within the few seconds of his obeying, he pulled himself up to kiss you. Hungrily. One hand cupped the back of your head while the other pushed your hip down against his growing bulge.
He gently pushed you forward against his desk while he desperately and quickly dry humped you. You struggled to breathe while all this was happening. Especially with his tongue down your throat. You were soaking through your panties, and he was also getting a wet spot on his pants. But it was unclear if it was from you or the precum that just couldn't stop leaking out of the pretty cock he had packaged away from you.
โTake these off,โ Hiromi demanded. Mentally, you screamed in victory, and physically, you quickly threw your panties over his shoulder and onto the chair behind him. He just grabbed the lacy thong and put it in his pocket for later.
He lowered himself to his knees with you lying back against his desk. He quickly snapped your legs open and kissed along the areas next to your needy, soaking, cunt. Of all times to tease, he chose now?
Still, you couldn't hold your moans, or stop your legs from twitching, or your needy cunt from throbbing desperately, expecting something from its usual visitor.
His tongue traveled across your inner thigh, running over the tense tendon, working to hold your legs open. He looked so starved, so why was he teasing??
โHiromiโฆbaby- mnn!! Fuck!! Why are you teasing me??โ You stuttered out to the man crouched in front of you. โYou're killing me!! Please!!โ
He smiled to himself and took two fingers to your pussylips, snapping them apart and leaning in to press soft, loving kisses to your clit. By now, he had absolutely nasty sounds tearing through your throat. You hadn't felt anything that good in so long, and now he was making up for that time. And he was just getting started.
Hiromi started to leave sloppy kisses all over your nub. His tongue slowly lapping and pulling at your swelling clit. He makes you shiver with every stroke, even if he was just being slow. And then you caught on to what he was trying to do. The tricky bastard!!
He was trying to get you all sensitive and weak beforehand!! He wanted to drive you crazy so that he could be the only one on top!! That's just not fair!! You've been trying to fuck him for almost two months, and he's trying to steal your show!!
โHiromi, I know what you're trying to-!! F-fuck!!โ He cut you off!! He got his hands and used his thumbs to pull your entrance open, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He savagely stuck his tongue out and quickly shook and rolled it over your pulsing hole. Head swaying around your wetness, his beautiful nose flicking over your clit. He was making a whole mess of your juices, eating you like his last meal.
You couldn't even form words; all you could do was moan and whine. Going dumb over your husband's head game. He picked up on the signs you were giving. Shuttering legs, filthy noises, head snapped back like some cheesy horror movie. You were about to cum.
โCum in my mouth, baby,โ Hiromi demanded. โSoak my face.โ he teased, looking up at you from between your legs before we quickly went back down again to feast.
You silently nodded, holding a moan behind your bitten lips as the coil tensed in your gut. Completely forgetting about him not letting you top, you didn't even care. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out, if you even still had any left.
Hiromi quickly strummed his tongue back and forth over your clit, and then jammed two fingers into your gummy walls, quickly thrusting his fingers exactly into your g-spot, making you whine loud enough to echo through the apartment.
He watched as your juices ran down his palm like a waterfall, continuing to finger-fuck your G-spot, splashing your fluids over his shirt. โOur neighbors hate us,โ he laughed to himself. Watching you struggle to catch your breath.
โBaby??โ you sighed.
โHm?โ
โWhy are your clothes still on??โ
โHuh??โ
โTake them off.โ You commanded him, and to no surprise, he looked a little flabbergasted. Like all his confidence flew out the window the second you came. To take him out of his trance, you bit your lip and arched your brows at him, putting two fingers over your slit and rolling them in circles. Giving him a little show as you touched yourself.
And just like that, he sprang up. Throwing off his wet button-down shirt and started clumsily fiddling with his belt. His eyes flicked between you and then back to the pants he was desperately trying to peel off.
You giggled at him when he finally got his pants off, but the laughing stopped when he got his boxers off, and you saw what he was hiding under there for the past two months.
His shaft looked heavy, thick, and had maybe a vein or two, while his tip was flushed red with a glossed layer of precum over it. You weren't sure if your poor pussy could take it!!
Before a word could leave your mouth, he rushed over you and used his hand to roll his throbbing tip around the edges of your sweet, sensitive sex. And before you could even process, he had a hand on your waist and one on your hip, and pushed his length into your warmth at a slowish, painful pace. And yet you couldn't stop mewling into his sleeve.
His cock bottomed out inside of you, kissing and nudging at your cervix. Hiromi gently pushed himself up into your sweet spot, just to feel your walls flutter around him and your legs quiver at his hips.
โS-shit..โ Hiromi gasped. โI love this pussyโฆโ He kissed your earlobe as he held the sides of the table and started to thrust himself into you, back and forth. The table rocked into the wall repeatedly as your husband fucked you. The feeling of your tailbones on the hardwood table was oh so uncomfortable, but you've been waiting for this sex for so long that it would have to do.
He started to slam himself into you at a dizzying pace, your sopping cunt soaked his balls, making a wet slapping sound against your ass amongst the quiet night. You couldn't stop yourself from shaking and felt tears well up at the corners of your eyes, teasing their release.
โYou gonna cum again??โ Hiromi growled into your ear. โGonna cum all over my cock??โ He pushed you all the way onto your back and started ruthlessly pounding that sensitive gummy spot deep inside you. Filthy sounds flooded the room as you went absolutely stupid for him.
โMhm!!โ You moaned behind pouting lips. โI love you!!โ You cried. Mind flooded with emotions for your lover. It had been so long since he was in your firm walls, and it felt like home.
โFuck yeah, y/n.โ He smiled at you. โThat's my girl. Tighten for me, baby.โ He gripped your hips hard and pulled you right to the edge of the desk. You did just as he told you, like a dog. You clenched around him as if you were doing kegels, and just as you did,
You felt your orgasm tear out of your guts and spill between your legs.
Hiromi didn't give you any time to recover; instead, he picked you up and held you right against him, your legs with no choice but to wrap around him as he slammed his cock into you. Letting your body bounce over his hips every time he bucked upwards into your spasming pussy.
โFuck!! Oh my god!!โ you screamed into his shoulder, as if it muffled anything. The stamina that this man had was insane!! He could've been in the Olympics the way he was running your pussy!!
โYou're my little whore for the night, aren't you, baby??โ Hiromi whispered those sexy insults into your ear as he carried you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and quickly took off the remainder of his suit. โTake that shit off.โ He nodded his head to your wet, silky nightgown. And without hesitation, you threw it into the laundry basket across the room.
Hiromi grabbed your hips and threw you onto your stomach. The messy comforter on the bed skimmed your hardened nipples like a massage as Hiromi forced your back into an arch.
โHmnn?! You're still going?!โ You exclaimed. At this point, you were just never going to sleep.
โI've gotta cum too, yknow?โ He pointed out as he slammed himself into you from behind. Knocking all the air from your lungs and forcing them out in a moan. โYou have no idea how hard it was to try and stay focused on my work, so hard when my sexy wife kept teasing me when I had important work!!โ It seemed as if he was taking out his pent-up frustration from work on you. He was almost rearranging your guts with his harsh slams.
โThis is all I've wanted!!โ you yelled back at him. โI just wanted you, Hiro!! I wanted you to notice me!! Be with me!!โ You tried to hold a serious conversation, even if you were mid intercourse. โYou don't always have to lock yourself away!! Just let me be your weakness every once in a while!!โ
That's where he just about had it.
Hiromi wrapped his arm around your neck and choked you with his bicep, holding you in a headlock as he seemed to be strangling you. But it was still so hot. โIs this what you wanted?? You wanted my attention, right?!โ He yelled at you. โYou want me to pump this pretty cunt full of my cum?!โ
โFuck!! yesyesYES!!โ You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you choked out your words. โI missed everything!! I missed you!! I missed all the things we did together!! I missed this dick!!โ
He pistoned himself all the way in and grunted through his release. Hot robes of sloppy seed littering your tunnel. Punishing your guts as you came one more time around him, milking him for his cum.
Hiromi gently pulled out of you, looking at the wreckage between your thighs as if he were an artist admiring his latest masterpiece. Like Norman fucking Rockwell.
You caught your breath, and he held onto you and pulled you to his chest. Kissing your cheek. Catching up in a soft moment of intimacy together. It felt so nice to finally do something together for once.
โSo how have you been, baby??โ Hiromi breathed out.
After both of you had cleaned up, you slid on a new nightgown and joined your husband in bed, a comforting sweetheart's cradle for aftercare.
โI'm so sorry for neglecting you in my attention, y/n.โ Hiromi apologized. โYou mean everything, and I just got too carried away with my work and-!!โ
โShhushhhโฆโ You comforted. โIt's okay, I'm not mad.โ You smiled for reassurance.
โAnd I'm sorry I said you were my whore for the night!!โ He quickly stumbled out. โYou're so much more to me than that!!โ
You couldn't help but giggle at how apologetic he was. Compared to how he was unapologetically ruining you an hour ago.
โLet's go out tomorrow!! Let's have breakfast together!!โ Hiromi demanded. โYou deserve everything, and I need to catch up on loving you!!โ He pleaded to you as he sprang from the mattress.
โAlright, but that's later.โ You shifted him back down to the pillow. โNow, it's time for us to sleep.โ You gently rested your head back down on his chest.
โ...finally.โ you whispered.
He let out a little giggle, but then drifted to sleep so quickly.
โy/n?!โ Hiromi called through the apartment. โYou ready to go?? It's almost time for the reservation!!โ He anxiously checked his silver watch beneath his brown winter coat.
โYeah!! Coming!!โ You applied your last brush of mascara and two quick puffs of perfume before rushing to the door. Slipping on your cute fur boots in front of your husband as he towered over you. โLet's go!!โ You exclaimed as you laced the last string. Taking Hiromi's hand to lift you.
โIt's cold out, you gonna get your scarf?โ He suggested. He didn't want his darling wife to get cold now, did he??
โI'll be fine!! Now come on were already gonna be late!!โ You took him and rushed the two of you out the door.
โAnd whose fault is that?โ He joked. You just swatted at his arm as he laughed to himself.
The two of you reached the elevator and joined your two neighbors, who were a lovely older couple.
God, you hoped they didn't hear you last night.
The cold from the building was already sending goosebumps down your body, and you were used to the warm blankets from last night that you overlooked everything. It was embarrassing, but you had to admit that Hiromi was right.
โHoney?? Could you hold the elevator for me??โ You blushed before you could even say it. โI'm gonna go get my scarfโฆโ Hiromi's face lit up in an โI told you soโ kind of way.
โOf course. Just be fast, sweetheart.โ Hiromi smirked. โDon't hold us up.โ He teased you again. God, he sure was cocky the morning after.
You rushed down the hall back to your apartment, leaving your husband with the sweet couple in the elevator.
โShe is a doll, isn't she??โ The old lady complimented. โYou are a lucky boy!โ She let out a soft smile to the shy man. The lady holding her husband's arm.
โYes, I am.โ Hiromi blushed, failing at hiding his smile. โShes the light of my life. Don't know what Iโd do without her.โ
โYou two are just like my husband and me when we were younger!! Now we're just lazy old bums!!โ The older lady joked. The couple laughed together. Hiromi laughed with them.
โI think it's sweet that you two have stayed together that long.โ Hiromi returned a compliment.
โYou and that girl have a spark that my wife and I have. I'm sure that you two will grow old together just like us.โ The old man smiled at Hiromi in his flustered state.
โI'm sure we will.โ Hiromi smiled. A moment of silence passed in the waiting elevator.
โYou know, I think it's wonderful that the two of you are trying for a baby!!โ The old lady misunderstood. They definitely heard last night.
It took a moment to register in Hiromi's lagging head.
โWHAT?!โ
A/N : hope u liked it !! lmk if u want a part twoo !!
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Summary : Hiromi, your husband, has been paying less and less attention to you and more and more attention to his work. So what happens when his needy wife tests his limits and sees how much he can take before going feral for her?? Surely he'll give in quickly!! Or so you thought. How pent up was he?? How much stamina does he even have?? How determined is he to FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT?!
Content [ MDNI!! ] : SMUT + FLUFF. fem!wife!reader, overworked!husband!Hiromi, stressed! Hiromi, teasing, lingerie, desk s, oral (fem rec.), tongue f, rough s, multiple orgasms, overstรญm, dรบmbifรญcation, filthy s, slightly mean hiromi ( with apologies ), making it fit, hes talking you through it, cIit play, pรบssydrรบnk higuruma, missionary, chokรญng, manhandIing, pronebone, sIight nรญppIe stim, creampรญes, cรบmpIay, aftercare, pet names, swรฉaring.
Pairing : Hiromi Higuruma x Reader
Word Count : 3.7k
A/N : MY FIRST FIC YAY!!
I was sleepy and had work to do, so yes, I know this sucks, bear with me !!
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Your husband never failed to overwork himself. He would spend hours of the day and night focused on any part of his lawyer duties, accidentally neglecting his poor wife of the basics of attention.
He would work overtime and come home late, tired, and sometimes drunk. But you knew he would never cheat. Not at all. Not when he bellyflops on top of you, drowning you in cologne and the bedsheets at 10:46 at night. Not when he grumbles about how tired he is or how his day sucked, mostly because of his co-workers. Not when he kisses your neck mid-complaint.
But he doesn't do all of that anymore. He's been more tired and too distant recently. You know he loves you, but why can't he make more time for you?
Your husband is passionate about his work. To spend more time with his work than with you? He's always taking on these super hard cases and spending way too much time on them, often leaving you to just be alone most of the time.
It was almost as if the romance had gone from your life. You didn't regret marrying Hiromi. But how could you bring that spark back into both of your lives? How could you get his attention? You have to win his attention back!
Your attempts to get your husband's attention away from work failed. It was a lot harder than it had seemed. You had been trying all the tricks in the book; you'd been at it for almost a month now! But you really thought the recent ones would do something!!
First, you โaccidentallyโ knocked his stapler off his desk, bending over to grab it while โcoincidentallyโ wearing his favorite miniskirt. Of course, he looked. But that's it. He checked you out for about 2.83 seconds before thanking you for retrieving the escaping stationery and then just going back to work.
Second, you just so happened to spill cold water on your tight white tank top, the day you weren't wearing a bra. Once again, he only looked. And then went to get a towel and a new shirt. That one confused you. Your whole tits were out for him to see through the thin shirt, and he just looked?! Didn't even say anything?!
Third, you were sure to do something. He just so happened to come home and open the bedroom door at the same time that you were rocking up and down on your pretty pink dildo, moaning his name. There's no way it wouldn't work!! But he was only flustered, apologized for not knocking, and left for his study.
Maybe it wasn't him, but you? Were you just not attractive to him anymore? That couldn't be the case! Every time you had done something to get his attention, he was always blushing, so flustered. scrambling to hide the growing tent in his pants. It seemed like he was at least a little turned on, but why wouldn't he give in? Why wasn't anything working??ย
That night, Hiromi was in his study. Reading over his annoyingly confusing case files, brows furrowed while a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. He was tense. The clock on the wall was barely visible in the room lit only by Hiromi's desk lamp. But it was late into the night. 1:38 AM. It was already morning, and you were still waiting for your husband to join you in bed.
โDon't worry, honey..I'll be over thereโฆjust give me 30 minutes, okay?โ was what he had promised you. Three hours ago. So you just decided to get out of bed, slide on your nice silk slip dress, and lean against the doorframe to watch over the stressed workaholic you called your husband.
You had decided to give him a little tease, to act all seductive for him. Another attempt to pull his attention away from work and back to you.
โHoney..you told me you were coming to bed soon! I'm lonely without youโฆโ You pouted. โI miss youโฆโ
Hiromi smacked his lips, opening his mouth to speak. But he was cut off when he saw how you looked, standing in the doorframe. A strap of your slip had fallen off your shoulder, and the cold of the silent house was enough to bring goosebumps over your body, hardening your nipples enough to outline the silk, your legs freshly shaven and smooth, long compared to the shortness of your sleepdress.
You could swear he was having a heart attack from the look on his face and the stillness of his body. And yet, you took it as a sign to trot over to him with that wickedly sly smile on your face.
Your fingers brushed over his shoulder and skimmed his neck gently as you circled him like a shark. โYou're so tenseโฆโ You whispered. โMiss me?โ Hiromi was flushed red at the contact. Still and shy. You helped yourself to sit on his lap, a side saddle with your arms around his neck. Looking at him with focused, doll-like eyes, while he looked away shyly.
You gently cupped his cheek and pulled him closer, and planted soft, intimate kisses against his jawline, pulling a quiet whimper from his lips. You trailed your lips across his cheek and closer to his lips, and he guided his big, rough hands to your hips. You repositioned yourself to a straddle with your legs holding him down against the chair.
You went in for the kiss, but he gently pulled you away and turned his head. โNo, babyโฆโ Hiromi groaned. โI gotta workโฆโ You felt a wave of disappointment tumble over your nerves.
You had just about enough.
โBut you always have to work! When can I have some of you for myself?โ You cried. You craved his attention for so long, and you thought you finally had him! He must be doing it on purpose!
Hiromi looked at the neediness of your expression and sighed. Leaving a soft smile on his face. โYou're right. I haven't been paying any attention to you recently. I'm sorry, baby. I'll wrap it up right now, and we can go to bed.โ He moved to get up from the chair, but the not-so-tragic alignment of the positions you both were in drew a pleased gasp out of you.
He was half-erect in his slacks, thanks to your previous teasing, so when he moved to get up, the ridge of his cock slid over your clothed clit. You couldn't help the sound that pulled out of you, or that you kept rocking over it desperately to get the amazing feeling of friction back. You were just getting more wet, biting your lip to muffle the sounds you were making. Looking down at him with questioning eyes. Almost as if asking a mix of โis this okay?โ and โdoes it feel good for you too?โ
The sounds that Hiromi made answered for him, though. He panted and whined silently as he pushed back into his office chair. He didn't even know he was desperate for this feeling, too.
His gaze was fixed on where you were grinding against him. He gently pushed your slipdress up your waist and pushed his hips up in a gentle thrust to meet yours. Matching your speed-increasing rhythm.
โOh fuckโฆโ he cursed under his breath. You could feel his dick twitching and pulsing underneath his slacks. โOh yeahโฆride me, babyโฆโ
You gently tilted his chin up so that he would make eye contact with you, but within the few seconds of his obeying, he pulled himself up to kiss you. Hungrily. One hand cupped the back of your head while the other pushed your hip down against his growing bulge.
He gently pushed you forward against his desk while he desperately and quickly dry humped you. You struggled to breathe while all this was happening. Especially with his tongue down your throat. You were soaking through your panties, and he was also getting a wet spot on his pants. But it was unclear if it was from you or the precum that just couldn't stop leaking out of the pretty cock he had packaged away from you.
โTake these off,โ Hiromi demanded. Mentally, you screamed in victory, and physically, you quickly threw your panties over his shoulder and onto the chair behind him. He just grabbed the lacy thong and put it in his pocket for later.
He lowered himself to his knees with you lying back against his desk. He quickly snapped your legs open and kissed along the areas next to your needy, soaking, cunt. Of all times to tease, he chose now?
Still, you couldn't hold your moans, or stop your legs from twitching, or your needy cunt from throbbing desperately, expecting something from its usual visitor.
His tongue traveled across your inner thigh, running over the tense tendon, working to hold your legs open. He looked so starved, so why was he teasing??
โHiromiโฆbaby- mnn!! Fuck!! Why are you teasing me??โ You stuttered out to the man crouched in front of you. โYou're killing me!! Please!!โ
He smiled to himself and took two fingers to your pussylips, snapping them apart and leaning in to press soft, loving kisses to your clit. By now, he had absolutely nasty sounds tearing through your throat. You hadn't felt anything that good in so long, and now he was making up for that time. And he was just getting started.
Hiromi started to leave sloppy kisses all over your nub. His tongue slowly lapping and pulling at your swelling clit. He makes you shiver with every stroke, even if he was just being slow. And then you caught on to what he was trying to do. The tricky bastard!!
He was trying to get you all sensitive and weak beforehand!! He wanted to drive you crazy so that he could be the only one on top!! That's just not fair!! You've been trying to fuck him for almost two months, and he's trying to steal your show!!
โHiromi, I know what you're trying to-!! F-fuck!!โ He cut you off!! He got his hands and used his thumbs to pull your entrance open, throwing your legs over his shoulders. He savagely stuck his tongue out and quickly shook and rolled it over your pulsing hole. Head swaying around your wetness, his beautiful nose flicking over your clit. He was making a whole mess of your juices, eating you like his last meal.
You couldn't even form words; all you could do was moan and whine. Going dumb over your husband's head game. He picked up on the signs you were giving. Shuttering legs, filthy noises, head snapped back like some cheesy horror movie. You were about to cum.
โCum in my mouth, baby,โ Hiromi demanded. โSoak my face.โ he teased, looking up at you from between your legs before we quickly went back down again to feast.
You silently nodded, holding a moan behind your bitten lips as the coil tensed in your gut. Completely forgetting about him not letting you top, you didn't even care. You just wanted him to fuck your brains out, if you even still had any left.
Hiromi quickly strummed his tongue back and forth over your clit, and then jammed two fingers into your gummy walls, quickly thrusting his fingers exactly into your g-spot, making you whine loud enough to echo through the apartment.
He watched as your juices ran down his palm like a waterfall, continuing to finger-fuck your G-spot, splashing your fluids over his shirt. โOur neighbors hate us,โ he laughed to himself. Watching you struggle to catch your breath.
โBaby??โ you sighed.
โHm?โ
โWhy are your clothes still on??โ
โHuh??โ
โTake them off.โ You commanded him, and to no surprise, he looked a little flabbergasted. Like all his confidence flew out the window the second you came. To take him out of his trance, you bit your lip and arched your brows at him, putting two fingers over your slit and rolling them in circles. Giving him a little show as you touched yourself.
And just like that, he sprang up. Throwing off his wet button-down shirt and started clumsily fiddling with his belt. His eyes flicked between you and then back to the pants he was desperately trying to peel off.
You giggled at him when he finally got his pants off, but the laughing stopped when he got his boxers off, and you saw what he was hiding under there for the past two months.
His shaft looked heavy, thick, and had maybe a vein or two, while his tip was flushed red with a glossed layer of precum over it. You weren't sure if your poor pussy could take it!!
Before a word could leave your mouth, he rushed over you and used his hand to roll his throbbing tip around the edges of your sweet, sensitive sex. And before you could even process, he had a hand on your waist and one on your hip, and pushed his length into your warmth at a slowish, painful pace. And yet you couldn't stop mewling into his sleeve.
His cock bottomed out inside of you, kissing and nudging at your cervix. Hiromi gently pushed himself up into your sweet spot, just to feel your walls flutter around him and your legs quiver at his hips.
โS-shit..โ Hiromi gasped. โI love this pussyโฆโ He kissed your earlobe as he held the sides of the table and started to thrust himself into you, back and forth. The table rocked into the wall repeatedly as your husband fucked you. The feeling of your tailbones on the hardwood table was oh so uncomfortable, but you've been waiting for this sex for so long that it would have to do.
He started to slam himself into you at a dizzying pace, your sopping cunt soaked his balls, making a wet slapping sound against your ass amongst the quiet night. You couldn't stop yourself from shaking and felt tears well up at the corners of your eyes, teasing their release.
โYou gonna cum again??โ Hiromi growled into your ear. โGonna cum all over my cock??โ He pushed you all the way onto your back and started ruthlessly pounding that sensitive gummy spot deep inside you. Filthy sounds flooded the room as you went absolutely stupid for him.
โMhm!!โ You moaned behind pouting lips. โI love you!!โ You cried. Mind flooded with emotions for your lover. It had been so long since he was in your firm walls, and it felt like home.
โFuck yeah, y/n.โ He smiled at you. โThat's my girl. Tighten for me, baby.โ He gripped your hips hard and pulled you right to the edge of the desk. You did just as he told you, like a dog. You clenched around him as if you were doing kegels, and just as you did,
You felt your orgasm tear out of your guts and spill between your legs.
Hiromi didn't give you any time to recover; instead, he picked you up and held you right against him, your legs with no choice but to wrap around him as he slammed his cock into you. Letting your body bounce over his hips every time he bucked upwards into your spasming pussy.
โFuck!! Oh my god!!โ you screamed into his shoulder, as if it muffled anything. The stamina that this man had was insane!! He could've been in the Olympics the way he was running your pussy!!
โYou're my little whore for the night, aren't you, baby??โ Hiromi whispered those sexy insults into your ear as he carried you to the bedroom. He threw you onto the bed and quickly took off the remainder of his suit. โTake that shit off.โ He nodded his head to your wet, silky nightgown. And without hesitation, you threw it into the laundry basket across the room.
Hiromi grabbed your hips and threw you onto your stomach. The messy comforter on the bed skimmed your hardened nipples like a massage as Hiromi forced your back into an arch.
โHmnn?! You're still going?!โ You exclaimed. At this point, you were just never going to sleep.
โI've gotta cum too, yknow?โ He pointed out as he slammed himself into you from behind. Knocking all the air from your lungs and forcing them out in a moan. โYou have no idea how hard it was to try and stay focused on my work, so hard when my sexy wife kept teasing me when I had important work!!โ It seemed as if he was taking out his pent-up frustration from work on you. He was almost rearranging your guts with his harsh slams.
โThis is all I've wanted!!โ you yelled back at him. โI just wanted you, Hiro!! I wanted you to notice me!! Be with me!!โ You tried to hold a serious conversation, even if you were mid intercourse. โYou don't always have to lock yourself away!! Just let me be your weakness every once in a while!!โ
That's where he just about had it.
Hiromi wrapped his arm around your neck and choked you with his bicep, holding you in a headlock as he seemed to be strangling you. But it was still so hot. โIs this what you wanted?? You wanted my attention, right?!โ He yelled at you. โYou want me to pump this pretty cunt full of my cum?!โ
โFuck!! yesyesYES!!โ You cried, hot tears rolling down your cheeks as you choked out your words. โI missed everything!! I missed you!! I missed all the things we did together!! I missed this dick!!โ
He pistoned himself all the way in and grunted through his release. Hot robes of sloppy seed littering your tunnel. Punishing your guts as you came one more time around him, milking him for his cum.
Hiromi gently pulled out of you, looking at the wreckage between your thighs as if he were an artist admiring his latest masterpiece. Like Norman fucking Rockwell.
You caught your breath, and he held onto you and pulled you to his chest. Kissing your cheek. Catching up in a soft moment of intimacy together. It felt so nice to finally do something together for once.
โSo how have you been, baby??โ Hiromi breathed out.
After both of you had cleaned up, you slid on a new nightgown and joined your husband in bed, a comforting sweetheart's cradle for aftercare.
โI'm so sorry for neglecting you in my attention, y/n.โ Hiromi apologized. โYou mean everything, and I just got too carried away with my work and-!!โ
โShhushhhโฆโ You comforted. โIt's okay, I'm not mad.โ You smiled for reassurance.
โAnd I'm sorry I said you were my whore for the night!!โ He quickly stumbled out. โYou're so much more to me than that!!โ
You couldn't help but giggle at how apologetic he was. Compared to how he was unapologetically ruining you an hour ago.
โLet's go out tomorrow!! Let's have breakfast together!!โ Hiromi demanded. โYou deserve everything, and I need to catch up on loving you!!โ He pleaded to you as he sprang from the mattress.
โAlright, but that's later.โ You shifted him back down to the pillow. โNow, it's time for us to sleep.โ You gently rested your head back down on his chest.
โ...finally.โ you whispered.
He let out a little giggle, but then drifted to sleep so quickly.
โy/n?!โ Hiromi called through the apartment. โYou ready to go?? It's almost time for the reservation!!โ He anxiously checked his silver watch beneath his brown winter coat.
โYeah!! Coming!!โ You applied your last brush of mascara and two quick puffs of perfume before rushing to the door. Slipping on your cute fur boots in front of your husband as he towered over you. โLet's go!!โ You exclaimed as you laced the last string. Taking Hiromi's hand to lift you.
โIt's cold out, you gonna get your scarf?โ He suggested. He didn't want his darling wife to get cold now, did he??
โI'll be fine!! Now come on were already gonna be late!!โ You took him and rushed the two of you out the door.
โAnd whose fault is that?โ He joked. You just swatted at his arm as he laughed to himself.
The two of you reached the elevator and joined your two neighbors, who were a lovely older couple.
God, you hoped they didn't hear you last night.
The cold from the building was already sending goosebumps down your body, and you were used to the warm blankets from last night that you overlooked everything. It was embarrassing, but you had to admit that Hiromi was right.
โHoney?? Could you hold the elevator for me??โ You blushed before you could even say it. โI'm gonna go get my scarfโฆโ Hiromi's face lit up in an โI told you soโ kind of way.
โOf course. Just be fast, sweetheart.โ Hiromi smirked. โDon't hold us up.โ He teased you again. God, he sure was cocky the morning after.
You rushed down the hall back to your apartment, leaving your husband with the sweet couple in the elevator.
โShe is a doll, isn't she??โ The old lady complimented. โYou are a lucky boy!โ She let out a soft smile to the shy man. The lady holding her husband's arm.
โYes, I am.โ Hiromi blushed, failing at hiding his smile. โShes the light of my life. Don't know what Iโd do without her.โ
โYou two are just like my husband and me when we were younger!! Now we're just lazy old bums!!โ The older lady joked. The couple laughed together. Hiromi laughed with them.
โI think it's sweet that you two have stayed together that long.โ Hiromi returned a compliment.
โYou and that girl have a spark that my wife and I have. I'm sure that you two will grow old together just like us.โ The old man smiled at Hiromi in his flustered state.
โI'm sure we will.โ Hiromi smiled. A moment of silence passed in the waiting elevator.
โYou know, I think it's wonderful that the two of you are trying for a baby!!โ The old lady misunderstood. They definitely heard last night.
It took a moment to register in Hiromi's lagging head.
โWHAT?!โ
A/N : hope u liked it !! lmk if u want a part twoo !!
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Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
Synopsisโห Every since your family expanded Gojo has been obsessed
Contents: Dad Gojo AU, fluff
Itโs not like he hasnโt been obsessed with you since the moment he saw you, but something about seeing you pregnant made it different. Something about the thought of a mini growing in you him made his heart weak.
Everyday before work a kiss was placed on your temple and then on your stomach along with a whisper about excitement.
And when he came home to you laying on the couch his chest tightened. He kneels down, his head in your lap.
โIโve missed you two so much.โ He says as his hands wrap around your hips and a kiss is placed to your belly.
And when you were doing anything in the kitchen a hug from behind would find you. His warm hand settling under your stomach and his lips finding your neck. Then he would swiftly turn you around taking over what you were doing. Saying something about โover working yourselfโ
This went for anything, tying your shoe, reaching for something, showering, and even simple things like sitting down. Satoru lived to serve you, because all he thought about was you and the babyโs safety and comfort.
And when the baby came Satoru was right by your side. Encouraging words and a firm grasp on your hand. We cried even more that you out of fear and happiness. But when the baby came to his arms his tears were paused, his lips parting silently at the sight. As you rubbed his arm a smile grew and a soft โThank youโ escaped his lips.
When you were finally settled at home he never let you do anything, even more than before. Carrying the baby around everywhere he went, taking the responsibility of everything even night and diaper duty. He would do anything if it meant he could hold his baby and let your rest.
Many days you would wake up late to find him shirtless washing bottles in the kitchen. The baby curled into his warm chest, breath soft and slow. As your hand slid up his back you kissed the sleeping child and settled your head on his shoulder. Satoru pressed a kiss to your forehead looking you sincerely in the eyes.
โI love you both, more than anything.โ He said pulling you closer and leaning into ur shoulder. โ
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Synopsis: Toji, the TA, won't bump up your latest essay a couple marks, not with just some begging at least, so you try a different method:
good ol' pussy persuasion
Warnings: toji art by @/youKa.i on insta, smut, porn with a lil plot, nerd!toji, a couple years older than reader but both students, reader harasses him but don't save him he's right where he wants to be, some comedy aspect, college au, non curse au, f!reader, blowjob under the desk, unethical behaviour, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, briefest choking, sex against the window, pรบssy inspection, belly bulging, overstimulation, spitting, a little fisting I guess or almost, Toji's poor so this is canon compliant jkjk, creampie and unprotected sex, brief pussyjob, size kink/difference, hidden sex, not proofread
Word Count: 10.7k
โFor the last time,โ he drawls, โIโm not bumping you up a grade.โ
You groan, pushing your legs to catch up to him faster.
โCome on, I need this. Iโm not asking you to break the rules. All I want is for you to reread my essay and find extra marks, which you will!โ
Toji Fushiguro is a tough nut to crack, though he doesnโt look it โ one glance at him and one would think heโs a laidback TA. Heโs the exact opposite; he takes his job a little too seriously.ย
For days now, youโd been hounding him, pleading with him and degrading yourself all for him to โremarkโ your last paper and โcoincidentallyโ find a few extra marks that would push you to the top performing spot youโd been eyeing since forever. Each time you rushed into his office, waited for him after his classes, and followed him to his apartment, heโd shrugged you off with the same โI donโt get paid enough for thisโ look in his eyes.ย
Rounding the corner, his long legs making no accommodations for your shorter ones, he says, โNo. If you wanted better results, you should have put in a better performance. Surely youโre smart enough to work out that thatโs how life works.โ
Hands grab his arm, yanking back with all your strength only to be dragged along with him and his burly body. Your heels scrape along the floor. People stare. You donโt care. โDonโt be an asshole. You know my essay was good. It was really good. Just give it a read. A proper one, and not the rushed job you do because youโre overworked and underpaid.โ
He stops.
Your face bumps into this back, forehead nearly bruised by the hardness.ย
His brows rise above his glasses as he fixes you a look. โKid, your essay was good โ decent introduction, clear structure, sufficient evidence โ but itโs not good enough for the extra marks to push you into the top band. Your closing argument fell flat โcause of your wishy-washy writing style, you didnโt adequately humour the counter arguments and undermine them to strengthen your thesis, and, worst of all, you misspelt โcomplement.โโ
A frown graces your features.ย
โNo, I didnโt. C. O. M. P. L. I. Mโโ
โNo. With an I, itโs to flatter someone. With an E, itโs to enhance, pair well, or complete another thing.โ Toji explains rather robotically, eyes still dead and voice monotone. โFor example, if I said youโre a pretty girl, thatโs a compliment. And if I said, your essay goes well with the trashcan over there, thatโs a statement that suggests the two complement each other. See the difference?โ
Heโs already stalking off again, hands in his pockets, huge stature unwilling to accommodate the people walking down the hallway.ย
You break into a jog, panting embarrassingly by the time you reach him. โDude, weโve known each other for three years. Weโve gone through a lot together. Weโre basically friends. Canโt you do your best pal a solid?โ
Toji glances down at you. He pushes a door open, holding it a second longer than he needed to. You follow behind him. Somewhat amused, he replies, โWe know each other because weโre on the same course, not by choice. And I donโt know what you mean by the whole โweโve gone through a lot togetherโ thing โ the most dramatic thing weโve faced is when the projector didnโt work and we had to go into a different hall. And weโre definitely not friends.โ
Well, fuck, youโre running out of rope.ย
โThen, letโs officially be friends,โ you offer, elbowing him gently. โIf you ever need help, buddy, Iโll always have your back.โ Then, in an act of complete desperation, you begin shakily singing, โYouโve got a friend in me. Youโve got a friend in me. When the road looks tough aheadโโ
A heavy hand shoves you away by your head. You stumble into a bulletin board.
โEnough,โ he gruffs. โMy dayโs already fucked because the prof lost his papers and wants to blame me. I donโt need to lose my hearing on top of that.โ
Your head flits around. โDid you guys see that?โ People give you weird looks. โHe just shoved me. The TA just shoved me. We need to protest his violent behaviour by demanding he remarks our papers. Whoโs with me?โ
Everyone walks past without another look at you.
Toji, on the other hand, lifts his glasses and runs a hand down his face. Muttering something under his breath, he pushes a door open and holds out a hand before you can mindlessly follow. โItโs the menโs bathroom. Tell me youโre not shameless and stupid enough to come in here.โ
โIโll wait outside.โ
His eye twitches.ย
As though an idea comes to him, he straightens ever so slightly. โIโm gonna take a dump; youโll be waiting a while.โ
โThatโs okay โ I have no more classes so take your time but make sure you donโt stay sitting down longer than you need to,โ you tell him, smiling innocently and standing aside to let a guy walk out, ignoring the freaked out face he makes at you. โYou can get hemorrhoids."
He groans. โJesus fucking Christ, woman.โย
That seems to be as much of you he can tolerate because he walks in without another word to you. Opposite the door, you lean against the wall, whistling and coming up with alternative lines you can pull on him.ย
God, heโs so stubborn.ย
Itโs not like giving you the marks docks his pay or lowers the professorโs opinion of him. Heโs clearly just being an ass.ย
If he wasnโt such a good TA, a genuinely intelligent man, you would have gone above his head and asked for the profโs personal assessment. But no, he has to be knowledgeable, a helpful source of information when youโre lost, someone who seems to know everything about any topic, who knows the exact pages of a textbook you should read to further your understanding, and whoโs never declined a meeting for clarification on something you wrote.ย
For years now, you two have had a friendship-like relationship, often sharing snacks and exchanging brief words before or after lectures and classes, despite what he says.
Everyone gets along with him, though youโve never actually seen him hang out with friends or go to parties. Maybe he doesnโt have any. Word on the street is he works part time in a couple different places. Some say so he can afford drugs, some for tuition.ย
The rumours never interested you, apart from any that mused about his love life, which seems to be nonexistent except for the many girls who hit on him. Not that youโre especially interested.
Itโs just fun to be in the know.
Who knows how long has passed since he went in there. Your phone says fifteen minutes. Is that a normal amount of time for someone to be taking a dump?
Hesitantly, you push the door open and yell out, โFushiguro? You doing okay? Is it stuck? For a couple extra marks, Iโll give you a hand.โ
No one replies.ย
Brows furrowing, you bend down, looking through the stalls. No feet. What the hell?
Ahead, a window is ajar. Big enough for a man to squeeze through. Well isnโt that convenient? The kind of convenient that exists only in fiction.
Aggrieved and feeling bamboozled, you stomp back to your dorm room, slamming the door, jumping face down on the bed and screaming into the pillows. Youโd feel better if you knew he had a grudge on you, if you bumped into him the first day and spilled his coffee all over himself and heโd never forgotten it. Instead, heโs just like that: does things by the book, does his job well, and achieves the best grades with ease.ย
Naturally, heโd become the professorโs assistant, a coveted position that seemed like it was made for him from the very beginning, and made your life a living hell because he wonโt ever make concessions for you.
Sure, you shouldnโt ask him to, but itโs not like youโre asking for much. Youโre generally a high performing student โ punctual, hard working, ambitious โ but you had one bad day which resulted in one bad essay and it lowered your average and now the internship youโd been eyeing could be snatched from your hands in a blink of an eye.ย
โItโs just not fair,โ you cry out to your teddy bear. โItโs three marks. Three! Would it kill him to reread my essay and find those three marks?โ
Mr. Teddy stares back at you and says, โHeโs a grumpy man. Donโt take it personally.โ
You sit up, blinking and processing his reply.
โTeddyโฆyouโre right. He is a grumpy man, a TA with broad shoulders, yummy arms, and thick thighs with a bubble butt, but a man nonetheless. If he wonโt pull favours for me, student to student, maybe heโll pull favours for me man to woman.โ
The plushie falls to the bed as you stand, staring at yourself in the mirror and formulating a plan.ย
With that you decide to seek him out the next day, sporting a new outfit and a different attitude.
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โHi.โ
โFuck off.โ
The cafeteriaโs busy. It always is. Itโs loud enough that most people wouldnโt even hear the exchange โ chairs banging on tile, trays clattering, someone laughing too loudly at a table nearby.ย
Tojiโs hunched slightly over a bowl of udon noodles, chopsticks moving lazily as he slurps them down. Some sports clip plays on his phone, propped against his dented metal water bottle. Commentators yell about something you donโt understand. His sleeves are pushed up over his forearms, revealing ropey muscle and the faint silvery line of an old scar running across his wrist.
An old hoodie hangs off his shoulders over a plain white T-shirt. Distressed jeans, worn sneakers. Heโs too big for the plastic chair, long legs spread under the table. When he saw you approach, his feet had hooked onto the chair legs, forcing you to fight to remove it from his clutches so you could take a seat.
So damn rude.
His glasses have fogged slightly from the steam of the noodles.
He doesnโt look up. But he knows itโs you. You can tell by the way his mouth tightens for half a second before he goes back to eating.
You snatch his phone away. His green eyes flick up, annoyed. You smile, arms pushing your breasts together so they spill over your tight top. Tojiโs gaze doesnโt waver. He continues to stare at you like youโre a pest.ย
โYou canโt take no for an answer?โ he asks though itโs not a question at all. โMight want to retake the consent course.โ
Manicured fingers walk up his bare forearm before scratching down from his elbow. His skin is warm. Light dusting of hair tickling your fingertips. โOh, Toj, have I ever told you how handsome you are? Because you really are. Youโre so damn hot I can hardly focus on the lectures.โ
He snorts, still eating his noodles and still refusing to look at your cleavage. โThatโll explain why youโre missing marks.โ
Jaw dropping, you force yourself to recover quickly. A heeled foot brushes against his calf, sliding his jeans up. You bat your lashes, sultrily saying, โThe only thing Iโm missing is your cock in me, big boy.โ
Toji meets your eyes again. His scarred lips twitch. โI donโt need to tell you that was bad, do I?โ
You cringe, foot dropping and whole body slumping back into the chair. โYeah, I heard it as soon as I said it.โ Then you sit up, handing him his phone, and asks, โAre the noodles good? Iโve never had them.โ
Phone pocketed, he shrugs. โTheyโre just the cheapest deal on the menu. Growing girl like you should get something more filling.โ
The menuโs extensive, and the only thing sticking out to you is the chicken burger and chicken tenders meal deal. It seems to be especially popular today but youโre not sure you can finish the whole thing.ย
โHey, if I get the Meal Super Cluck Blaster, will you share it with me? Iโve got dinner plans later so I donโt want to fill up.โ
That finally gets a reaction. Toji leans back a little and gives you a slow once-over. Tight top. Lacy bra peeking up. Glossy lips. More jewellery than usual. His eyebrow lifts. โThat why youโre dressed like a hooker?โ he asks lazily. โHot date?โ
โNah,โ you reply, waving him off. โWore this for yoโ Wait.โ You lean forward, staring at him wide eyed. โAre you jealous? Are you in love with me already? Because for extra marks, Iโll cancel my dinner plans and promise myself to you for all eternity.โ
Toji rolls his eyes. โGo get something to eat; you sound insane.โ
You hop up. โOkay, but stay there, alright? Take my burger because I only want the tenders. Oh, and will you share a pot of cheesecake with me? Iโm lactose-intolerant but I really want cheesecake right now.โ
โYeah, yeah.โ
Heโs still here when you come back.ย
As soon as you hand him the wrapped up burger, he scarfs it down the way big men do, like they havenโt eaten in days. You push him the tenders too. Youโd actually gotten a double serving of everything so you have your own portion of tenders and he gets to eat another burger. Thereโs no way a man his size could survive on udon noodles.
โAlso, letโs not act like you didnโt leave me hanging outside the menโs bathroom yesterday,โ you bring up after sipping your juice. โCanโt believe you left through the bathroom window just so you could get away from me.โ
โI didnโt,โ he says, mouth full and adjusting his glasses.ย
You frown, dipping a piece of chicken in hot honey. โNo, you definitely did. I peeked and there were no feet in any of the stalls. Unless youโre telling me you can grow invisible.โ
โJust lifted my legs when I heard you come in, which I knew your crazy ass would do, so I could finally leave in peace. Didnโt think itโd take you fifteen minutes though.โ
A laugh escapes you. โYou were waiting me out? Does that sound like the mature thing to do? Jeez, you need to act your age.โ
Tojiโs eyes meet yours. Your smile falters for the briefest second. โIโm not that much older than you,โ he reminds you. โOnly by two years.โ
โAnd yet you call me kid or kiddo,โ you retort, clearing your throat. Have his eyes always been that green and deep? And is his voice usually that husky and masculine? Because you could have sworn guys your age donโt sound like that.
He shrugs again, second burger finished in a blink of an eye. โNever hurts to remind yourself.โ
โRemind yourself what?โ
The legs of his chair screech as he pushes it back. He stands, picking up his tray, and answers, โForget about it. Enjoy your dinner plans. And Iโm taking the cheesecake โ no one wants a gassy date.โ
โWait,โ you call out before he can turn away. โMy marks?โ
A pat on the head ruffles your hair.ย
โStill a no, kid.โ
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โWhat if I suck your dick?โ
Toji lifts his glasses to rub at his eyes. โIโve got a ton of papers to grade for another class; I donโt have time for you.โ
The door shuts behind you. His office is bare, not a single decoration littering the place, not a plant nor a picture.ย
His office is exactly how you remember it โ disappointingly, aggressively empty. The walls are a dull institutional beige that makes the overhead fluorescent light feel even harsher. No posters. No photos. Not even a sad little plant struggling for life in the corner.
Just a desk. A filing cabinet. Two chairs that look like they were stolen from a waiting room. Itโs the kind of office someone occupies temporarily, like he expects to leave at any moment and doesnโt see the point in settling in.
Leaning against the desk anyway, your fingers drum lazily along the edge.
Youโve been here before: once to argue about a paper heโd shredded with red ink, once because youโd missed an exam and needed him to sign a form, and once because youโd sworn you heard him swearing loud enough to be heard halfway down the hallway.
You grip his shoulder, squeezing as you scan the fat stack of papers on his desk โ the profโs particular about handwritten essays. Thereโs so much to read through; you do not want to be him.ย
โGod,โ you mutter, flipping through a few pages of the stack. โThereโs like fifty here.โ
โSeventy-two,โ Toji corrects without looking up. His handwriting is sharp and aggressive, red ink slashing through entire paragraphs like heโs committing academic murder. You wince in sympathy for whoever wrote the paper currently being dismantled.
โGood thing you can multitask, canโt you? Iโll suck your dick under the desk, you grade papers, and you bump me up a grade. Easy.โ
He shrugs you off, hulking body hunched over and pen scratching on the papers, leaving harsh circles and comments like, โwhat the hell does this mean?โ and โyou canโt just say perchance.โย
Toji gruffs, โIโm serious. Take your jokes elsewhere.โ
Nah, you think to yourself.ย
With a massive struggle against his weight, you yank his chair back, wheeling him a distance from the desk and clambering under before he can fill the space again. He makes some noise above you but you pay him no mind. Your hands rest on his meaty thighs through his sweatpants, marvelling at the density, at the strength you find in them.ย
โYouโre fucking ridiculous.โ His foot nudges your knee. โGet the fuck out. Iโll cropdust you if I have to.โ
You call his bluff by clutching his clothed cock. He jolts, grunting. Laughing softly, you muse, โYou say all that but you have a semi already โ did my proposition get you hard, Toji?โ
Youโre rubbing his hard on, trying not to get flustered by how big he feels, and how fat the girth is. Of course heโs big. In hindsight, you really shouldnโt have been so surprised; heโs a big man so naturally the proportions will match up.ย
โSuck my dick, donโt suck my dick, it doesnโt matter,โ he says, sighing and probably pinching the bridge of his nose. โYouโre not getting those marks.โ
He thinks thatโll stave you off because he knows youโre whoring yourself out for a grade. What he doesnโt know is that your stupid little brainโs already forgotten about all of that the moment you felt his cock. Now all you can think about is how youโll have to stretch your lips nice and wide to take him in, and even then, even when your throat is lax and loose, you wonโt be able to take him to the base.ย
Toji grunts again, peering down at you. โYou mouthing at my dick? Didโya not hear what I said?โ
Like youโve been possessed, you press kisses to where his tip is, humming around it. โI heard, but your dickโs saying other things to me, and I know which I prefer to listen to.โ
โMy dickโs not marking your paper, so get the fuck up,โ he growls.
โDonโt wanna.โ
โYouโre fucking killing me here.โ
A heavy hand bundles your hair up, pulling but you fight against it, hooking your fingers under the waistband and releasing him from the constraints. His boxers have a hole, and yet you only find it endearing. Freeing his cock so it bounces up and smacks your cheek, it leaves a wet mark on your skin.ย
Tutting, he wipes away the wetness from your skin.ย
Oh fuck, he really is big.ย
With nothing between you and his dick, you can see him in all his glory in the partial shadow of under his desk โ long, thick, flushed red, already shiny at the slit, veiny as hell, hairs at the base wild and unruly, with weighty balls to match. Youโve never seen anything better.ย
Tongue out, you lick him from base to tip, prodding at his frenulum.
โQuit it,โ he commands through gritted teeth.ย
You moan wantonly, already addicted to the salt on his kin, to the texture of his veins, to the softness of his cockhead. โToji, youโre so big. I donโt think thisโll fit inside me.โ
The thing throbs, bobbing. A droplet oozes out and you quickly lick it up. The hand that was pulling your hair has grown slack, simply resting on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping the wood.ย
Voice hoarse, he mutters, โIf anyone can make it fit, itโll be your stubborn ass.โ
Your eyes meet his from under the desk, mischief sparkling in them youโre sure. His cock throbs again. โI thought you had papers to mark, Fushiguro. Maybe you should get on that, no?โ
A calloused thumb presses down on your lips, shushing you. It slides down, bringing your bottom lip down with it, before releasing it so itโll bounce back in place. That same thumb holds your jaw open, hand guiding your mouth to his tip. You know what he wants. You also know that he knows that you both know that you won this time.ย
Wide as you can, you take as much of his length as possible. You donโt get much further than a third of the way, full beyond belief and overwhelmed by just how much of him there still is. Your nails dig into his thighs.
โIf this is supposed to convince me to give you extra marks, then youโre failing real hard, doll,โ he notes, gripping the base. โCan barely fit the head, can you?โ
Heโs acting like itโs your fault heโs so big.ย
Challenged, you loosen your throat to take him an inch deeper. You gag around the length. Toji curses under his breath. โCareful,โ he mutters. โYouโll hurt yourself.โ
You ignore him in favour of shallowly bobbing, sucking and licking what you can, as though heโs a lollipop. Itโs actually kinda fun.
The familiar sound of pen scratching on paper and paper rubbing on paper echoes in the relatively quiet office. Only the wet sounds of your mouth sucking his cockhead pierces the silence.ย
Growing more and more used to his size, you flick your tongue around the head, letting your hands wrap around the rest of him, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth. Occasionally, he makes a couple breathy noises โ low grunts when your tongue laps up his tip, gravelly groans when you hollow your cheek to suck, and rough exhales through his nose when you grip his balls, massaging them, thumb rubbing the seam.ย
It becomes easier to forget why you were here in the first place; youโre just blowing him for your own entertainment now, wanting something to occupy your throat.ย
Then, he asks, as though heโs making casual conversation, โHow was the date?โ
โHmm?โ
Toji rolls his eyes. โThe date,โ he repeats. โHow was it? He pay for the meal? Open doors, see you to your door, kiss you goodnight and shit?โ
Your lips stretch into a smile. You release him with a pop! โI didnโt go on a date,โ you tell him. โMy friends hosted a housewarming party because they moved in together. I had a great time, thanks for asking.โ
Is he pleased? Unaffected? Genuinely just making conversation? Hard to tell, except for the pushing of his hand, urging you back to his dick, and taking him further inside your throat, till his tip bumps the back of the gummy walls.ย
โGood,โ he exhales out, thighs flexing around your body. โThatโs real good.โ
โMy blowjob skills or that I had a great time?โ you ask, words muffled and barely understandable.
โBoth,โ he answers. โBoth, doll.โ
A knock on the door has you both stiffening. Toji glares down at you and whispers, โItโs the prof. Do not make a sound.โ
He didnโt need to tell you that โ youโre well aware that if you get caught, youโll both face disciplinary action, and will likely be kicked out of the university. Thatโs worse than not getting the internship.ย
The office falls quiet so suddenly you can hear the ticking of the wall clock. Tojiโs hand tightens briefly against the desk as the knock comes again. โCome in,โ he calls, voice steady.
The door opens before he even finishes the word.
โAh, Fushiguro, there you are,โ the professor says, stepping inside with a stack of papers tucked under one arm. โI wasnโt sure if youโd left already.โ
From your position under the desk, you can only see shoes. Polished leather. Slow steps across the floor. You donโt slide his cock out of your throat, lest it makes a sloppy noise thatโll give you both away. So you breathe through your nose, being very, very quiet.
โNo, I was just finishing up some grading,โ Toji replies, cool as a cucumber.
His tone is annoyingly normal. Completely unbothered. Heโs really convincing. Has he done this before? Is this a normal occurrence? Do a lot of girls offer to blow him for better marks, and does he take them up on it? Are you the one exception to his generosity?ย
โGood, good.โ Papers shuffle. A chair creaks as the professor sits across from the desk. โI actually wanted to ask about the research methods essays.โ
Of course he did.
You squeeze your eyes shut.
Toji shifts slightly above you โ just enough that the movement brushes your shoulder โ and then he leans back in his chair. โYeah?โ he says.
โI noticed something odd in the submissions this year,โ the professor continues. โHalf the class seems to misunderstand the section on sampling bias.โ
He hums thoughtfully. โYou mean where theyโre supposed to explain the limitations of convenience sampling?โ
โExactly.โ
A sheet of paper slides across the desk.
โYou see this one hereโโ
From below, you hear Toji pick it up.
โโthey describe the method correctly, but their conclusion contradicts their own analysis.โ
Thereโs a pause whilst the TA reads. You stare at the underside of the desk and try not to shift your knees. God, this is like torture. Having a cock lodged in your throat and not being able to do anything with it is hell. Above the desk, theyโre chatting away, talking about your fellow students, with the professor none the wiser that one such studentโs under the desk.ย
โYeah,โ he says after a moment. โTheyโre treating correlation like it proves causation.โ
โPrecisely!โ the professor says, sounding delighted. โItโs surprisingly common.โ Another pause. You hear a pen tap the desk twice. โI was thinking next year we might restructure the lecture slightly,โ the professor continues. โMaybe introduce a short case study before the assignment.โ
โCould work,โ Toji replies. โGive them something concrete, tangible, to analyse.โ
Your legs are starting to cramp. Your lips tighten around his hot cock. Toji brushes your hair back from your face, a quiet act to show he hasnโt forgotten about you. The professor keeps talking, completely unaware.
โAlso,โ he says, shuffling more papers, โthe literature review sections were stronger this year.โ
โMm.โ
โI suspect the workshop helped.โ
Toji lets out a quiet huff that might be agreement.
โYou handled that well, by the way,โ the professor adds. โThe students seem to respond to your feedback.โ
This is way too boring, you decide. In an act you might end up regretting for the rest of your life, your offended tongue prods his tip where heโs still leaking salty precum.ย
He grunts, knee crashing up on the wood.ย
The professor asks him if heโs alright, and Toji replies, โFine. Sorry. Just had a cramp.โ
A triumphant smile pulls at your lips, which is quickly wiped away by the sudden pinch at your cheek. You wince, unable to smack him in retaliation.ย
A sigh fills the room. โI fear you work too hard, Fushiguro. You ought to take a break here and there. Do something fun and wild, or whatever it is people your age do nowadays.โ
โI am having fun,โ Toji says, hand coming back to rest on your head, growing heavier and heavier until youโre forced to take him inside your mouth, deeper and deeper. โIn my own way.โ
Heโs filling you up more than he was before, now more insistent, no longer so passive. Youโre struggling to take him but heโs not letting up. Fuck, youโre soaked between the legs. Who knew you had an oral fixation?
โWell, good,โ the professor says. He pushes his chair back. Your heart jumps in joy. โI wonโt keep you any longer, I know those papers wonโt mark themselves. Boy do I not envy you.โ He laughs. โEnjoy the rest of your day.โ
โYou too, Professor.โ
Footsteps move toward the door. The handle turns. The door opens. Closes. Silence. Two seconds pass.
Then Toji peers down, licking his scarred lips, and mutters under his breath, โYou needy fucking girl. Couldnโt wait, could you? Couldnโt resist not being a pain my fucking ass. If you want cock so badly, then here you go.โ
His hips thrust up, hand keeping you in place. Your eyes fly open, throat stretching to take all of him in. Oh, he was as pent up, as frustrated, as you were. The force in which heโs rutting inside your throat displays that nice and clear.ย
โYouโll do anything for a good grade, wonโt you? Even debase yourself like this. God, you drive me crazy.โ
You gag around his cock but he doesnโt pay any mind to that. No, Tojiโs just rutting inside your mouth over and over again, grunting louder and louder now.ย
Meanwhile, your hand seeks out the heat between your legs. You grind against the heel of your palm, moaning around his length. The vibration has his balls tightening up.
โFuck!โ
Hot cum bursts inside, coating the walls of your throat and your tongue.ย
Toji leans back in his chair, which creaks. You pull him out, coughing at the salty burn. Damn, even his loads are big. Itโs like a cream puff exploded inside your mouth.ย
Hands carry you up, sitting you on his thigh. One rubs your back in circles, the other wipes away the tears at your eyes, licking at the wetness heโs collected on his thumb. โYou good, kid?โ he asks, brows furrowed.ย
โYeah,โ you respond, voice hoarse and not fooling anyone. โIโm good.โ
You take a sip of his water from his water bottle, not caring about the fact that youโre drinking from where he had been, and if he cared that your mouth which had been sucking on his dick and cum is on his cup, he didnโt say.
He sighs, tucking himself back in and says, โCome by my place tonight. Hand me your essay again and Iโll reread it. But Iโm not making any promises about finding extra marks, alright? Itโs just a second chance, and the only one youโll get.โ
Dopily, you smile at him. โThroat game that good, huh?โ
His lips twitch. He shoves you away, smacking your ass as you walk away.
โIโll text you the time and place. Donโt be late.โ
Nodding, you head for the door, not leaving however till you ask, โShould I wear matching underwear, or is this a strictly keep your clothes on meeting?โ
โFuck off before I regret it.โ
โLacy thong it is!โ
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โShould I spread my legs now or do you want me to fluff you first?โ
Tojiโs deadpan face meets you when he opens the door. He sighs as though heโs regretting this already. Regardless, he lets you in.ย
You can tell he showered recently โ thereโs the scent of cheap soap lingering on his skin and his hair is still a little damp.ย
His apartment is nice and clean, which surprises you somewhat. Most guys your age tend to be messy. But you should have known the TA would be neat and organised.ย
โIโm serious,โ you begin, snuggling up to his side and batting your lashes up at him, โwhat position do you want me? Iโm not the most flexible but Iโm not too bad.โ
Shaking you off, he pushes you in the direction of the living room where the coffee table is covered with carefully laid out papers he no doubt carried from campus to continue working on. โGo sit down, you horny gremlin. Make some room for your essay and letโs get this over with.โ
You do as he says, folding your legs so you can sit by the coffee table on the rug. You take the essay out of your bag, shoving all the others to the side. With a frown, you ask, โSo weโre really not fucking?โ
He folds himself down too, sitting beside you, knee brushing yours. โI donโt solicit sex in exchange for academic favours. Dunno why youโre so surprised by that โ canโt recall having done anything to make you think otherwise.โ
โWell, you did give in after I blew you, soโฆโ
โI was gonna offer before you did all that,โ he informs you, snorting. โJust never promised to give you the marks.โ
Toji adjusts his glasses, taking your papers and starting his reassessment of it. His lips purses, brows furrows, and he stares at the thing like it could tell him the answers to the universe. That or itโs so bad he just canโt fathom what you were thinking.ย
โSecond paragraph, third line, why the hell is it so convoluted?โ he asks, voice returning to that grumpy tone youโre more than familiar with now.
Itโs the latter, it would seem. He really meant business. You shaved and everything for nothing. What a shame.ย
Leaning over, you rest your head on his big bicep, and, with a pout, reply, โI thought it sounded smart; I was pretty proud of that line actually.โ
โNo, doll,โ Toji says, sighing. โThe simpler the better. Donโt purposefully complicate your syntax. Only do whatโs necessary to get the point across. If I, an expert in this topic, can barely understand what you mean, how is the ordinary person supposed to?โ
โYeah, okay. Simple is better, I get it.โ
He continues reading, red pen in hand and making annotations as he goes. Meanwhile, youโre worming your way into his lap: one hand resting on his thigh at first, then a leg thrown over his. He notices what youโre doing โ thereโs no way he doesnโt know โ but he doesnโt put up a fight. Eventually, youโre sitting in his lap, his chin resting on your head, and his arms caging you in.ย
Tojiโs warm. Heโs comfy to rest on despite all the muscles. Closer now, his soapy scent envelops you. It goes straight to your head. You find yourself squirming.ย
โKeep still,โ he reprimands, underlining a phrase twice for emphasis. โYou canโt just use jargon if youโre not going to explain it. Itโs bad practice.โ
โGot it.โ Fiddling with his spare hand, running your fingers down his and over his palm, you ask, โAre academics supposed to have calluses?โ
โThey bother you or something?โ
โNo, not at all. Iโm just curious.โ
He hums. โI do odd jobs here and there, some more manual than others so yeah I built up some calluses.โ Without missing a beat, he pivots the topic. โTell me again what the difference is between compliment and complement.โ
You bring that hand up to your breast, imploring him to grope your tits as you reply, โWith an I is to praise someone or something, and with an e is to say something matches well with another.โ
A moan escapes your lips when he squeezes in approval. Toji mutters, โGood girl. Guess you do listen to me.โ Thumb brushing your hardened nipple through the thin material of your top, you squirm in his lap. His lips move against the top of your head. โNo bra?โ
โI figured you were going to take it off me anyway so I didnโt bother,โ you say, still pressing his hand to your tit, riding the motions of every grope and flick of your nipple.ย
Another hum.ย
Slowly, you guide that hand down lower. He must know what youโre doing, where you want it to end up, but he doesnโt stop you, doesnโt reprimand or put up any resistance; heโs curious to see how far youโre willing to go. And youโre curious to see how much restraint he has, how long he can hold out before his faรงade of nonchalance breaks and heโs fucking up inside you.
You tease yourself, and him, first โ his fingers, with your guidance, tease your bare thighs, following the hem of your tight skirt. Growing breathless, you ask, โWhat kind of odd jobs do you do?โ
Tojiโs calluses tickle the sensitive skin in your inner thighs just right. Heโs still marking your paper, occasionally fact-checking your ideas and his theories in a textbook on the table. Amused, he retorts, โYou curious about me, doll?โ
โHmm, I want to know exactly whose cock will be stretching me out in a minute.โ
He snorts, patting your clothed pussy. You jolt with every impact. โI tutor on the side. Fix up some cars in the garage in town. Iโm a physical trainer for three clients at the local gym too. And when Iโm low on money, I sell risquรฉ pictures of myself. That disgust you?โ
All while he answers, Tojiโs blunt nails scrape your slit through your panties. Heโs not applying much pressure at all, if any, and yet every skim, every travel up and down has goosebumps rising on your skin.
โN-no,โ you answer quickly. โI think thatโs really cool. If I had a body like yours, Iโd take pictures all the time too.โ
His laughter rumbles in his chest. An odd sense of pride warms your own. He says, โYour bodyโs more than good enough to sell too, you know. Donโt act like you donโt know guys give you double takes all the time, or that your ass could stop traffic.โ
Giggling, you lean back, gazing up at him with a smile. โDo you stare at my ass sometimes, Toji?โ
God, youโre soaked. You can tell, though youโre not embarrassed whatsoever. If anything, youโre just itching for him to pull your panties to the side and touch you skin to skin, to plunge inside your pussy and make a mess out of you.
โTell me where you can, and should, insert a semi-colon in paragraph six, and Iโll give you an honest answer.โย
He nudges you with his chin. โGo on. Quit thinking with your pussy and give me the right answer.โ A little aggrieved, you sit up straight, holding his wrist to keep his hand between your legs. Your eyes scan the section. Tentatively, you point to a full stop on the second line. Toji shakes his head and smacks your clothed pussy again. โTry again, and donโt guess.โ
โHere,โ you snarl, feeling way past pent up. โNow give me my reward.โ
Toji huffs. โSemi-colons help for varying sentence structures. Itโs in the little ways you can convey your points compellingly. Donโt underutilise the right punctuations.โ
โYeah, yeah, smarty pants. Rub my clit and answer my question already.โ
Cool air brushes against your swollen, glistening lips. You sigh when his warm hand covers the entire slit barely a second later. His middle fingers are instantly coated in your wetness. He groans. โFuck, doll, youโre dripping.โ Toji doesnโt give you a moment to respond to that; his fingers rub at your throbbing clit in tight circles, drawing it out of his hood. You moan, back arching.ย
Finally, he answers, โI stare at your ass all the fucking time after I glare at the losers whose eyes wander from their laptop screens . Iโm a big, fucking hypocrite โ that what you wanna hear?โ
โFuck yes!โ
Rustling of paper reaches your ears. Then two hands are on you: one furiously rubbing the bundle of nerves and the other gripping your throat. He squeezes threateningly. Your vision spots, jaw dropping. โLook at you, all desperate to have my cock inside you. And for what? For a couple marks? Youโre not ashamed?โ
Your ass is grinding back on his boner, sandwiching the hard thing between your cheeks as your own answer. How could you be ashamed when he wants you so bad too?
โIโm horny! Are you gonna fuck me or not?โ
In a split second, you find your world spinning. Your back falls on something hard. Youโre staring up at the ceiling, papers scattered beneath you. Rough hands tug you down by your thighs. When you peer down, Tojiโs staring up at you from between your lips.
โYeah, Iโm fucking you. You already knew I was gonna. You gonna let me taste your pussy first?โ A challenging brow quirks up, like heโs waiting for you to push him away.ย
Instead, your legs hook over his shoulders, ankles crossed. You grin at him.
Panties pulled to the side, his fingers spread your pussy for him. Those eyes scan every inch. He releases a shaky breath, cheeks flushed and Adamโs apple bobbing. โEven your pussyโs pretty. Fucking gorgeous.โ Running a hand through his hair, he says, โYouโre always such a pain, arenโt you?โ
โI canโt help that every part of meโs pretty,โ you reply, twirling your hair.
โShut up and play with your tits โ I like a show with my dinner.โ Toji spits a fat dollop right on your clit. It slides down your slit but before it can disappear in the crevice of your ass, his tongue is collecting it and shoving it inside your cunt.ย
You gasp. โFuck, Toji!โ
In spite of his aggressive tone, you pull down your top, letting your tits bounce out. Those eyes follow every jiggle. โGood girl,โ he rasps. โSqueeze them for me nice and hard. Good. Real fucking good.โ
His glasses are foggy now with your own humidity, rattling with every movement. Heโs eating your pussy out like heโs starved, like heโs never tasted anything better, like heโs going to make sure not a single trace of you can be found in his apartment after heโs done with you.ย
Growling, he spread your thighs wider. โCourse youโve got a sweet pussy,โ he says, brows furrowing in what appears to be anger. โCourse itโs sweeter than that fucking cheesecake. Course Iโll be craving you till I die.โ
Fingers tangle in his hair, tugging for purchase. โNgh, Toji, my clitโฆsuck my clit!โ
โYeah, yeah.โ
Those scarred lips, the very ones youโve stared at more times than you can count, wrap around your clit, sucking hard the way you did when you were blowing him under the desk. Electricity sparks inside, sending tremors up from your lower belly to your tits to the very tips of your fingers. โOh fuck, thatโs so good.โ
Filthy squelches are being wrung out of you, and you know heโs doing it on purpose, addicted to how responsive your body is to him.
Two fingers worm their way through your pulsing hole, basking in the rough textures of your entrance, stretching your gummy walls on their way to curling against that spot that has you oozing more cum out.ย
โYouโre fucking tight,โ he hisses. โYouโre gonna struggle taking all of me later.โ Then he barks a laugh, spare hand pressing down on your belly where the pressure builds up. Your toes curl. โA better man would take pity on you, go slow or wait another day, but Iโve already had my tongue inside your cunt so Iโll spare you the gentleman act.โ
More fingers shove in, ignoring the screech that you let out. Youโve never had more than two and yet all four of his thicker, longer fingers are inside pushing your walls to their very limits.ย
Despite that, he remarks, entertained by the shock on your face which he studies through his glasses, โSuck it up, buttercup โ my cockโs thicker than this, you know that.โ
You do.ย
Itโs all youโve been thinking about all day. Hours after, your jawโs still stretched out, sore and creaking after the workout you put it through. The thought of having something even thicker, longer than his four fingers has you growing dizzy, head handing over the coffee table.
โYeah, my cock canโt wait to feel you too,โ Toji says, not to you but to your pussy which is squelching lewdly and loudly. โHad to resist jerking my dick raw all day so you better make it good for me.โ
Is it seconds later, or minutes, maybe hours, when you cum?
How ever long it is no one can deny itโs the strongest orgasm of your life.ย
Your entire body trembles, spasming beyond control. Are you screaming or silently moaning? Are your eyes shut or have you gone blind? And is he still pistoning his fingers inside you, damn near pushing all of his hand in?ย
โStop,โ you cry out. โNo more, please!โ
Mercifully, he yanks his hand out. Unfortunately, it leaves you feeling so empty you immediately crave the feeling of his hand gripping you from inside.ย
Lips and chin glistening, he kisses both inner thighs, which tremble.ย
Toji gathers you with one arm, showing off his strength as he carries you off the table and to the glass door which leads out to the balcony. Itโs dark out and all you can see are the lights of peopleโs rooms in the apartment across. There are families lounging, dogs sleeping, TVโs blaring.ย
Behind you, you hear the rustling of his shirt as he throws it off carelessly. Bare skin grazes your own soon after his hands make quick work of the clothes youโre still wearing. In a flash, youโre naked. He bends down to pick up your fallen panties, inhaling the gusset deeply. Your legs cross tightly at the deeply satisfied groan he lets out.ย
โNext office hour,โ he starts, lazily spreading your pussy lips and smearing your juices around so he can listen to the squelches and keep your squirming, โyou better leave your panties with me. Consider it payment.โ
You laugh. โSure.โ
Groggily, you try to keep your head up, wondering what youโre doing by the window, still a little out of it. A hand clutches your jaw, aiding you.ย
โIโm gonna fuck you against this window,โ he announces, leaving no room for arguments. โYou want those extra marks? Then youโre gonna be a good girl and take my cock like a champ.โ
Ass gyrating back against the hot, heavy thing still confined in sweatpants, you wonder, โDo you have an exhibitionism kink?โ
He lets go of you. You have to catch yourself by pressing your palms to the cold glass. Toji drags your hips back, foot kicking your legs apart. His cock plops onto your ass, scalding. โNo, I have a โget my timeโs worth from shameless women who waste my time with demands for better grades by humiliating themโ kink.โ
โSounds long. We should get that shortened,โ you drawl.
His cockhead slides through your pussy, coating itself in your wetness. The fat thing bumps against your clit. You shudder.ย
Satisfied with your natural lubrication, he prods your entrance. โYeah, we should. Letโs call it, Shut The Fuck Up And Take It.โ
Then he enters you in one go.
You scream.
The window fogs up with your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head.ย
Youโre taking so much of his length so quickly that it should be painful. Despite that, thereโs not an ounce of pain, not one you didnโt like at least โ only the overwhelming pleasure of being filled up is resonating.ย
Toji grunts. โAlmost had to fist this cunt and youโre -hah fuck- still too tight.โ
Pummelling his cock in, his hips donโt pause for a second. You gasp for breath, palms slipping and sliding on the condensation thatโs built up on the glass. Itโs like you can feel him in your lungs, so impossibly deep, so hot, so intimidating.ย
โGod, it should be a crime to have a body like this,โ he says, hands groping every part of your flesh he can reach. He slaps your ass to watch it jiggle for him. Heโs an ass man, that much is clear.
The force of his thrusting has you pushed closer to the glass, so close now that almost your entire front is flush with the surface. The coldness grazes your nipples. You moan.ย
โWhere the fuck do you think youโre going?โ
He tugs you back to him, body sliding down the glass till your ass is jutted out. Toji carries your hips up so you can reach him, but it means your toes are only brushing the floor. You cling to the glass door as much as you can. Through the glossy haze, you see the marks you left on the glass, from the oils and sweat on your skin. You see the outline of your tits, all round and fat, the handprints you left and the smearing of them all over the place because you couldnโt grapple with one position to have them in.ย
Are people watching? Are you flashing a poor old man, are you reigniting a sexual appetite in a pitiful divorcee, making a housewife jealous, creating fantasies for some guy your age? Are people rubbing one out to the flashes of ecstasy on your face, to the swaying of your tits, to the rippling of your ass?
Tojiโs fingers creep under you, furiously teasing your clit. You whine. โI think Iโm gonna cum again.โ
โGo on, gorgeous,โ he rasps. โLemme feel you cum around my cock. Make my dreams come true.โ
Two fingers gather the cream thatโs formed a ring at his base. He draws three letters on the glass for you to stare at. It spells out c u m.
God, heโs dirty.
Another orgasm ripples through you. Your thighs shake. โFuck, fuck, fuck, Toji!โ
He growls out, hands tightening their grip on your hips, threatening to bruise, โShit, youโre gonna make me cum early.โ
Without waiting for you to come down from your high, he flips you around. Your back thuds against the door. His cock reenters you in a clean, easy slide, cunt beyond soaked and stretched out. Your arms and legs wrap around him.ย
Those glasses of him have fogged up so thickly now that they fail to serve their purpose. Toji takes it off with one hand, sliding it onto your head, like a headband keeping your face clear of your hair. โDonโt let them fall,โ he orders. โThey break and you wonโt be getting that internship.โ
And his lips?
They smack against yours.
He kisses you, all tongue and teeth and drool dripping down chins, like heโs been waiting weeks, months, perhaps years to do that. And you kiss him back just the same.ย
Inside you, his cock throbs. Tojiโs hips swing back and forth, pelvis grinding on yours, rubbing your clit and wringing our more obscene squeeeelches.ย
โOh god, Iโm so full, Toji. Youโre so fucking big.โ
โYouโre -hngh- t-taking me so well,โ he praises, littering sloppy kisses all over your face and neck all while he pinches and rolls your nipples. โMoaning so adorably, all pretty and finally keeping this mouth quiet of smartass comments. You should be like this all the time.โ
The rocking of his cock inside you is even better like this. The closeness, the warmth, the taste of him โ you wonder why you waited so long to do this.ย
Tits squashed to his chest, your nipples scrape his skin, slipping and sliding with the sweat beading down your bodies. The hard planes of his chest feel magnificent. Nothing about his muscles are for vanity only, and the knowledge of the strength heโs holding back has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.ย
โYouโd miss my smartass comments,โ you tell him, head thrown back and hips working their way down on his cock of their own volition.
Toji groans against your neck, licking droplets of sweat. โYeah, maybe. I definitely wouldnโt miss your spelling errors though.โ
Smiling, you tug his head up by his hair, and bite his bottom lip. You pull and let go so itโll snap back into place like heโd done with your lip when you were under his desk. โMaybe if you taught me like this, I wouldnโt -hah- make so m-many mistakesโ deeper, Toji! Fuck me deeper.โ
His hips plough deeper inside, like you wanted, hitting that spot inside you till youโre sure itโll be bruised in the morning. Moans after moans are fucked out of you; his neighbours will give him an earful tomorrow, youโre certain.ย
โBook more office hours just to see me and not because you want something from me, then we can see if I can fuck your stupidity out of you,โ he retorts.ย
You peck his lips. โAw, does poor, needy Toji want me to give him more attention? Does he miss me when Iโm not there? What a cute little baby.โ
โYeah, he does, actually,โ he says, smirking. โThat a problem?โ
โIt will be if you donโt make me cum.โ
Toji reminds you, โYouโve been cumming around my cock this entire time; you still want more? Greedy girl.โ
He pulls away from the window, stalking over to the sofa instead. Each step burrows him deeper inside you, kissing your cervix and pushing out gasps from your lips, all of which he swallows.ย
Carelessly, he throws you on the sofa. You bounce with an oomph!
Ankles held by one hand, he keeps your legs upright, hips lifted up to meet his. Toji presses a kiss to your ankle bone before he pushes his cock back inside. Your back arches with a mewl. Like this, his huge body becomes even more glaring โ heโs casting a shadow over you, completely dwarfing you, reminding you how easily he could break you, how he could take whatever he wants from you.ย
Every time he buries himself to the hilt, a bulge pops through your tummy, right under your belly button.ย
โLook at that,โ he mutters, brushing a thumb over it. You whine. โFeel me deep inside you? Youโll be feeling me inside for days, wonโt you? Once it starts to fade, you can always come back for another fill, you know.โ
โPromise?โ you ask, grinning ear to ear.ย
Toji pulls out, leaving just his tip before he slams back in, jostling you down on the sofa. His abs contract, cock throbbing at the sudden clenching of your walls around him. โFuck, yes, doll. Promise. I fucking promise.โ
His glasses have slid off, rattling somewhere on the sofa with the impact of every thrust. He doesnโt seem to care about them anymore. Youโre nearing another orgasm, head whipping around at the intensity of the pressure building in your core. Heโs bullying his cock relentlessly in your cunt, chasing after his own high and sending you to yours.ย
When your eyes clash with his piercing, green ones, unobstructed by his glasses, you explode with a scream.ย
โF-fuck,โ he grunts, following soon after.ย
Searing cum spurts inside you, cock pulsing, cum painting your walls. His thumb rubs your clit, aiding you through your orgasm. Your moans are vibrating against the walls, definitely disturbing his neighbours, but so are his groans.ย
He slumps over, rolling the two of you on the sofa so youโre resting naked on his heated body, his heavy arm preventing you from falling off. Your pussyโs sore, a mix of your cum and his dribbling out and creating a sticky mess on your inner thighs.ย
Absentmindedly, as you both catch your breath, he rubs your back. You draw shapes and letters on his chest. Toji combs his hair off of his forehead, chest rising up and down with his breathing. The dirty marks you two left are still on the glass, though itโs no longer foggy.ย
Reaching up above him, he gracefully finds his glasses, sliding them on his face. You like him with and without them.ย
โSo,โ you begin, โabout those extra marks.โ
Toji lifts his glasses up to rub a hand down his face. โJesus, yes, youโll get the marks.โ
โThanks!โ you chirp.ย
โGod, youโre a pain in the ass.โ
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โFuck, Toji,โ you moan. โI already came three times. Itโs too -hic- too much.โ
Your TA ruts his cock inside you, face buried in the crook of your neck. His glasses are on your nose bridge, blurring your vision; he gets so frustrated when the thing gets in the way of kissing you or eating you out.
โShut up,โ he rasps, hand pressing down on your lower belly so you can feel him even more. โYouโre the one who dragged me here. Take every orgasm I give you and be grateful.โ
Thatโs true โ you were supposed to have an office hour with him, which is really an excuse to see your boyfriend before you have to attend the internship induction session, but then you took one look at him and his amazing body and started soaking through your panties so here you two are.
Oh yes, you did say boyfriend.
After he blew your mind out, youโd been visiting his apartment after classes so often, you were practically living there, and he didnโt mind. It started out casual, but after realising you two would go grocery shopping, watch movies together, and text each other practically every day, you decided to just seal the deal and make it official.ย
In short, he fucks good, and he can tolerate your personality, so you two stuck together.ย
A month in, neither of you are really regretting it. At least, if his desperate thrusting and sloppy kisses to your neckโs anything to go by.ย
โMissed you so much, Toji,โ you whine, hips fucking back into him.
Toji groans, hand groping your tit from under your shit. โYeah, baby?โ
โMmm.โ
โMissed you too,โ he confesses, licking a stripe up your neck and scraping his teeth down. Goosebumps rise on your arms. โBeen wanting to see you all morning.โ
You giggle, holding onto the stall for purchase and so his thrusting wonโt make you smack face first onto the door. โYouโre so cute w-when youโre needy.โ
โFuck off,โ he says with no real heat to his words.ย
In the near distance, the door to the menโs toilets opens with a dull metallic creak, the sound echoing faintly off the tiled walls. Feet pad inโslow, unhurried. The steady rhythm of someone who expects the place to be empty.
โFushiguro?โ a voice calls out. โYou in here?โ
The two of you go very, very still. Tojiโs entire body stiffens behind you, muscles locking. His hand clamps firmly over your mouth for extra measure, warm palm pressing tight enough that you can feel the tension in his fingers.
Your heart slams against your ribs, loud enough that youโre half convinced it might echo under the stall. What the hell is the professor doing here?
โSusan told me she saw you walk in this direction. You got a minute?โ
Toji releases a tense breath through his nose, annoyed at the interruption but left with no choice but to answer. He lifts you up so your feet hang over the floor and wonโt be seen by the outsider. โYeah, prof. But Iโm kinda in the middle of something.โ
The professor laughs. โYes, yes, Iโm sure. I do apologise for interrupting you. I was just locked out of my account and canโt send emails for the next hour. You know how terrible I am with technology.โ He enters the stall next door. He unzips his pants. You cringe. โI only wanted to ask if youโre prepared to host the internship induction later.โ
You go still, this time for a different reason.ย
Your boyfriend releases your mouth. Fingers creep over to between your legs, where youโre still connected to him, where heโs still throbbing inside you. He slowly rubs your clit, keeping you from squirming in complaint with his strong arms. Toji responds, โYeah, got all my notes ready.โ
The bastardโs trying to distract youโฆ
โAh good, good,โ the older man joyfully responds. His stream hits the water, and you fight the urge to face palm. โI had a look over the plans and the schedule. Very well organised, I must say. The competition was fierce, which is a testament to the success of the event, so props to you.โ
Do men hold conversation so casually in the toilets?
Toji carefully begins moving in slow and shallow thrusts, prodding your g-spot over and over with his fat cockhead. You bite your lips to keep from moaning. Your nails dig into his thick arm. He ignores you.ย
โDonโt mention it, Professor.โ
The man zips himself back up and flushes, exiting the stall. Outside, the tap runs, and youโre both still as quiet as rocks, afraid that any sudden movement will out you both as sexual deviants.ย
He adds, โOh, and thank you for handling the applications for me; you know I hate all that paperwork nonsense.โย
Your jaw drops.ย
Beyond tense, Toji replies like heโs aware of the weight every word exchange carries, โI do what I can do to help out.โย
โI couldnโt do what I do without you,โ the professor continues, sincere and ignorant to the fact that youโre there. The rustling of paper towels echoes. โWell, Iโll see you later. Apologies again for interrupting.โย
The exit door swings open and you relax, but then his voice fills the space again.ย
โDo say hello to your pretty, little girlfriend for me.โย
Your heart?ย
Drops to the fucking floor.
Tojiโs grip on you tightens just slightly, barely noticeable unless youโre pressed this close to him.
Your mind races. Did he see you come in? Did someone tell him? Did Susan, whoever the hell she isโ
Toji speaks before you can spiral further, his tone sharper now, suspicion threading through it. โWhat do you mean, Professor?โ
โOh, you know, the girl youโve been eyeing for a while now โ sheโs on the internship, yes?โ Then he laughs the kind of laughter old men do, all paternal and wise. โDonโt worry, son, Iโm not accusing you of pulling strings; I know sheโs a very intelligent young woman. Ambitious too. Almost as ambitious as you. I hope you two work something out.โ
Your heart slows its beating but youโre not any less tense.ย
Sighing, Toji responds, โIโll let you know if we do.โ
โYes, yes,โ the professor says before he leaves for good.ย
Finally, itโs just you two in the menโs toilets again. The silence and emptiness is maddeningly relieving. Although, youโre seething, practically vibrating with accusations and anger.ย ย
Toji lets you down. Your feet touch the ground again. You pull him out, whirling on him with a disbelieving glare. You snatch his glasses off your face with one hand and smack his chest with the other. The man doesnโt budge.
โYou sneaky piece of shit!โ
He gathers both of your wrists with one hand, rolling his eyes. Toji takes his glasses from you and slides it on his face. Seeing you clearer now, he guides his cock back to your pussy, re-entering with ease. You moan, allowing him to hike your leg over his hip so he can press in deeper.
Kissing your lips, he mutters against your lips, โI did what I had to to get your attention. Sue me.โ
โGod, youโre the worst,โ you breathe out, chest jutting out to his, nipples aching and clit throbbing.ย
โYeah, yeah,โ he says, โIโm the big, bad wolf, and youโre creaming all over my dick right now. Letโs not act like you got the short end of the stick here.โ
โMaster manipulator,โ you hiss, kissing him back, fingers tangling in his hair as soon he lets go of your wrists to grope your tit and ass.
โWhore,โ he fires back.
Then the two of you smile, clutching each other tightly as you both rock into each other, nearing your mutual orgasm and riding the pleasure growing in your bodies. Fuck, he feels so good.
โWeโre gonna be together forever and ever, arenโt we?โ you ask.
Tojiโs scar brushes your forehead with his kiss.ย
satoru has to roll up his sleeves and remind the pretty girl with an attitude problem that she's still his girlfriend even if they're secretly dating.
โ wc :: 3.6k
โก โหโง cws. college au :: secret dating :: smut :: mean!toru :: brat taming :: degradation :: clit play :: pussy spanking :: f.oral :: p in v :: rough sex :: emotional sex :: crying during sex :: toru gets emotional :: creampie :: slight angst
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"See, now why you do you always have to piss me off?"
A huff blew at the wispy bangs framing his glasses. The specs began to fog with his breath. Whether from frustration or focusโ you weren't sure.
All you could focus on was the slow stroke of two fingers on the moist spot in your panties. Dragging the wet fabric so it ground on your quivering slit and your pulsing clit. Stimulation that trembled your thighs and pooled heat in your tummyโ but left you high and dry.
You're leaned back on the desk. Forearms braced into his study notes as your legs spread over the edge. Giving him the perfect slot from where he sat on the chair. Idly rubbing on your pussy but never once giving you more than you deserved.
"Toru," you whimpered.
"So it's toru now?"
"Please baby. please toru."
"Oh don't give me that."
Thwack! your cunt stung under his palm. The slap was quick and sharp. Thrumming your need against his large hand as it cupped firm on your sore heat once more.
"Think you can just bat your lashes and I'll give you whatever you want? After the stunt you pulled?" Satoru hissed, slicing a glare at you above his rimless glasses. Those cutting blues were enough to pin you to desk alone.
He huffed, nudged the tips of his index and middle back against your slit and stroked in an agonisingly slow drag. "Not a chance. You weren't acting like my sweet girl so I won't treat you like one."
You could only chew on your lip. He was right. you weren't being his sweet girl earlierโ in fact, you were being a bitch.
Every now and then you let this whole secret dating thing get to your head and forgot that it was indeed the nerd that you mocked on the daily who had you shaking for him every night. Forgot that it was that 'loser Satoru' who tongued on your clit till you grew teary.
Forgot it was that 'weird nerd' who held you down in his sheets and pummelled your poor pussy into his mattress until it creamed.
This morning, it seemed your memory slipped again. There you were in your shared physics class. Prattling on about the latest gossip with your group of sharks in stilettos. Completely ignoring the presence of your boyfriend who played his part of the script well. Sat in his spot and pretended his eyes weren't drifting to that skirt you were in like a magnet.
Your friend tapped your shoulder. Told you that the loser nerd was checking you out.
And maybe you panicked. Or maybe you really couldn't shake off that ugly bitch deep down. But you made a scene. Stole his book like you were fucking highschoolers. Mocked him in front of the entire class.
So yeah. You deserved every second of this torment. Of his long, pale fingers dragging the sticky heat beneath your panties, but never once peeling them away. Deserved his mouth sealed in a frown as it sucked on the fabric above your clit. Tonguing on the bud and suctioning his lips until you whimpered and tried to buck your hips into his face. Tried to beg.
"T-Toru I'm sorryโ please. Please I-I won't do it againโ" you croaked, fingers daring to slip into his fluffy white hair and rake through.
His free hand snatched your wrist, slamming it back to the desk.
"Don't."
He muffled. Rolling your clit on the flat of his tongue as he shot a glare at you over his glasses. "You don't fucking get to touch me right now. Just lay there and take it, brat."
The whimper died on your throat. Interrupted by a pitched yelp as his teeth teased your clit. Nipping faint enough to have you squirming back on his desk.
Strong hands caught your thrashes. Squeezing your thighs with a muffled grunt on your pussy as a warning. His teeth snatched your garter nextโ dragging the pitifully drenched fabric then shnapping! it back against your needy heat.
He didn't care for your jolts. Nor your whines. He hardly batted an eye at your needy calls of his name nor the sweet musk of your throbby pussy filling the room.
You knew that look in his eye. Knew that whenever Satoru got like this, it meant teary eyes, messy thighs and not a single orgasm. Maybe one, if you were lucky.
"You know, I never quite get why you act like this."
At last, a finger curled into the corner of your soaked panties. Pulling at the cotton and watching the sticky webs stretch as he hoisted it down your thighs. A pale brow arched as the filthy strings snapped back on your pussy. Made a muddle of your folds.
"Why you act like you aren't just a messy slut for me when no one's looking." His thumb, calloused from years of gripping pens, rubbed your swollen clit. Up, down, up, downโ in an agonisingly slow sequence. As if he were counting your trembles and hitched breaths.
"Like you aren't just my pretty girl with an attitude problem."
Spit built on his soft lips then splattered on your clit. Hot and wet as he rubbed his saliva on the bud. Pupils dilating as he watched some of the bubbles trickle down to your fluttering slit.
His index and middle returned. They flattened on your clit and smoothed down the wetness to your leaky pussy. A huff fogged his glasses that had slipped down his nose. "Hold this bratty pussy open for me. Wanna fix her attitude."
Your breath thinned. But your fingers moved on instinct. Delving between your legs and and swiping your folds back in a v-shape. Your pink, manicured nails grazed your sensitive skin and inner thighs.
"Toru?" You called. Sweetening your voice to that honey you know he loved.
He shot you a look from his tilted head. Still sharp as ever, but to let you know he was listening.
"I. . ." jutting your lip in a pout, your fluttered your lashes. "I really am sorry, baby. Didn't mean to be such a brat."
Silence. Then a sigh. Deep and weary as his tousled hair shook with his head. "I know you're sorry, sweetheart." Those two fingers tapped your clit. Your fingers quivered. "But I'm not ready to forgive you. So just shut up and take it, kay?"
With the click of his tongue, his fingers swatted your glistening slit. Once. Twice. Three more timesโ until your thighs bucked uselessly in his hands and you struggled to hold yourself open for him.
All your begging died on your tongue. Your glossy lips pressed into a thin line. You triedโ oh, you tried your hardest to be his good girl again. To not rock into his pussy spanks and not plea for his forgiveness. Satoru was many things. A patient man wasn't one of them.
The last thing you wanted was to be thrown over his lap while you're all needy and pulsing only to have your pretty little ass spanked red.
"There ya go," he muttered, looming his face into your cunt. His fingers flattened to deliver quickโ sharp pats to your clit. The kind that had your thighs squirming and pussy drooling. "Look how she's leaking baby. Pretty pussy says she's soooo sorry."
His nose nudged into your slit. Then bumped your clit. His tongue laved a fat, long, slow stripe all the way up your slit. Before he pointed it to circle on your throbbing nub. Your fingers struggled to hold yourself open with how they quivered.
"Satoruโ" you gasped. Caught a whine in your throat and flicked your head back. Your free hand slipped up your tight, buttoned-up white shirt. Feeling at your tit and flicking your thumb over the perked peak. "She is. She is. So so sorry."
"For what?"
Thwack! This smack came harder. Made your swollen pussy stutter and your hips almost chase his hand. Instead, you chewed on your lip and watched as his brow raised higher.
His thumb slotted against your clit. Circling on it in a rough attempt to rub out your answer. "C'mon slutty girl. Sorry for what?"
"Forโ being mean," you croaked. Throat bobbing as tears glossed your eyes. "For being mean. For being a bitch. 'm sorry toruโ please."
Another wet, filthy spank. Then anotherโ and anotherโ until your fingers below were trembling and uselessly trying to hold yourself open to the onslaught of your boyfriend's cruel hand. You couldn't take it anymore. Didn't care if he threw you over his knee. You started bucking. So desperate to catch your clit on the callouses of his palm and grind yourself to a pitiful orgasm.
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