btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
𝒮𝑌𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 ⨾ of all the wonders throughout the four nations, only your cool, gentle touch can quell the fire lord’s heat.
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒯𝒜𝐼𝒩𝒮 ⨾ ( 8k+ ) words of . . . nsfw, husband!firelord!zuko x water-tribe!wife!reader ( blue eyes / brown skin ), canon divergent universe, established relationship, diplomatic marriage, size difference, temperature play, bondage, blindfold play, sense deprivation, edging, handjob, oral ( m!receiving ), reader is very playful ‘n whimsical, cowgirl position, brat taming ( zuzu’s a liiittle mean ), doggystyle, headlock, power play, creampie, slight fire-breathing, small mention of a breeding kink, use of pet names, explicit language, lowercase intended, minors shoo!
𝓂𝓎 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇.ᐟ ❥ zuko zuko zuko . . . where do i begin! hubby came back bigger, beefier ‘n sexier than everrr <3 my everlasting crush on him has only grown >.< i just knew i had to eroticize him the very second i saw him cuz LORD! zuzu looks like he could fold you in half, pick it up & put it down in five minutes flat ( a girl can dream . . ) overall, i am ever so grateful for this atla resurgence! art credits here! thank you for reading, and please enjoy! ❤︎
𝐼𝒩𝒮𝑃𝒪 𝑇𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒦.ᐟ ( ♫ ) cold sweat, tinashe ⨾ skin, rihanna ⨾ warmth, janet jackson ⨾ say yes, floetry ⨾ i like, kut klose ⨾ baby come close, MoKenStef ⨾ so fine, mint condition ⨾ prisoner, the weeknd ⨾ afterglow, flores
zuko is a man of flicker and flame, both singed and strengthened by the very element he rules. yet, the smoke in his lungs suddenly feels less like fire and more like the banded curl of molten iron.
poor, poor firelord. he’s usually all heat and motion, but this? oh, this is a drowning. it’s the gush of wet, lashing streams, and the heavy press of glacial frost. he is, for lack of a better word, trapped.
he should’ve known that you only wanted to toy with him. he’d felt the intent in the heavy air of your summons hours ago, should’ve known from the — of it; that he was brought here solely for your amusement, the lord of a mighty nation reduced to a plaything at your absolute liberty.
it all began when you first approached him that morning. he’d just emerged— well, more like escaped, from an endlessly grueling advisory meeting. a bundle of scrolls was gathered tightly in one large hand while the other palm dragged tiredly over his face.
that’s when you swept by him, as graceful as the water you bend. you attached yourself to his side, arms looping securely around his bicep. even through the heavy drape of his robes, his arm was impressively thick, deliciously solid. you pressed flush against him, acutely aware of the broad, dense muscle packed beneath crimson silk — all that raw strength hidden under royal finery.
zuko paused, his gaze dropping to meet yours beneath the shadowy fringe of his dark lashes. the faint curve of a rare smile reached his mouth, just as the tight ache in his shoulders melted away upon your touch. he shifted the scrolls to tuck his arm closer to yours, leaning heavily into the sweet, intoxicating draft of your perfume. more often than not, he’s completely yielding to you, letting your warmth drape over him.
“are you here to rescue me, or do you simply wish to distract the fire lord?” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant rumble. you catch the embedded sound of something almost playful.
“oh please, dear. why can’t it be both?” you merely hummed, melting into the furnace that is his solid frame. you loved traversing the palace’s endless halls just to catch sight of your regal husband. what a magnificent vision of royalty he was — adorned in deep mahogany and gold, all broad and powerful with a presence so commanding. your mirthful eyes devoured his sharp, handsome features, tracing the stark border of his crimson scar, framed by rich dark hair that cascaded past his shoulder plates, spilling in silky waves all the way down his back. god, you loved him entirely.
with a saccharine smile, you leaned up on your toes, pressing flush against the breadth of his chest while your soft lips grazed the sensitive shell of his good ear. "meet me in our bedchambers come nightfall," you cooed softly against his jaw, your voice dripping with sweet mischief while your fingers trailed down the rich silk of his sleeve.
"i have a special . . . surprise for you, but only if you're a good fire-lord and finish attending to your duties first."
zuko’s breath hitched, his arm tightening instinctively around your waist to keep you close. "a surprise?" he echoed, his voice dropping into a rough, low register that sent a thrill straight through you. "my love, I . . . you know I have a day's worth of scrolls to sign.”
"then I suggest you read quickly, my lord.” you try to slip away, but he holds you fast, his fastened palm a tether too tight to break from.
"wait — what do you have in store?" he murmured, a desperate curiosity bleeding into his low tone as his towering frame cast a shadow over yours; his mouth just barely grazing your own, catching the lifting tilt of your smile.
"just come, silly," you countered softly, pressing a sweetly addictive kiss to melt the corners of his stubborn frown. "you’ll find out soon enough." was your breathed whisper against his warm skin, letting the words ghost over his angled jaw. you gave his bicep one last, lingering squeeze before stepping back out of his embrace, dreamily drifting away down the sunlit hall.
behind you, zuko stood completely and utterly undone in the middle of the open corridor. the absolute master of fire, now left in a lovedrunk daze — his lips slightly parted, tinted with the residual paint of your favorite hue, while an involuntary flush bloomed rosy-pink across his pale cheeks. you deserted him there, a blushing king caught in the sweet wreckage of a simple kiss.
vitalized by your promise of a surprise and eager to reunite with you once more, he’d spent the next handful of hours tearing through his duties with a fierce determination. he signed the scrolls required of him, and scattered the ones that only proved to be a waste of his limited time; the rest he bound in delicate thread and sealed with hot, red wax.
before finally abandoning his desk, he bound half of his long dark hair away from his face. zuko stood hunched over the basin, meticulously scrubbing every trace of black ink from the ulnar sides of his palms. he wanted his hands perfectly clean, for he knew he’d be touching you tonight— and thoroughly.
. . .
a quiet tension blankets the northern palace, but still, you can hear your husband’s approach from the moment he crosses the threshold of the inner court. his heavy, looming footsteps echo down the polished red-lacquer corridors, drawing close, and closer, even closer; vibrating through the screen walls of your quarters until your chest thrums with the rhythm of his arrival.
zuko walks with an agonizing anticipation, one he can barely hide. every step is a losing battle against the dull ache beneath his imperial belt, a demanding throb that’s grown unbearable after hours of sitting rigid at his oakwood desk. it’s been pooling low in his abdomen since he encountered you that morning — a shameful lust he’d tried to fight off with every scroll he signed. through the thick fabric of his robes, his palm now subtly shifts over the heavy silk, desperately rubbing at his growing bulge.
inside the room, you're practically vibrating atop your embroidered stool, your heart hammering against your ribs as a manic energy buzzes beneath your skin. the soft rattle of the sliding track warns you that he’s here. with a sudden breath, you hastily force your posture to align into an image of serene normalcy just as the door slowly parts.
zuko steps fully into the room, the heavy wooden door sliding shut behind him, sealing the two of you in a sudden, suffocating quiet. thick, electric air blankets the bedchamber, dense with the weight of all your unsaid promises. zuko stands by the threshold, his chest rising and falling beneath his heavy imperial pauldrons.
you turn slightly on your carved rosewood stool, an eager gleam flashing in your vibrant eyes as your gaze rises to meet his in own the reflection of the bronze mirror — his golden eyes are lidded from the weight of the crown, darkened with a bone-deep exhaustion; yet they continue to burn with this fierce, ravenous hunger. in return, he catches the iridescent gleam in your own irises, bright as chilling polar ice.
a knowing smile touches your freshly painted lips, eager azure eyes catching the way zuko’s throat bobs as his line of vision trails down to your body. he knows exactly what you’re wearing beneath that lengthy, translucent cerulean night robe; or rather, the lack thereof. the sheer silk flows effortlessly over your curves, much like the cresting liquid waves of your frozen home. he finds it to be a refreshing distinction from the stifling heat of his world.
he’d touched the frosty surface of your shores almost two years ago, arriving by sovereign ship to the southwestern water tribe. you were a mere princess back then, watching enthusiastically from the shadows as he formally navigated talk of a peace pact with your mother and father, the chieftains of the west. you only knew of the fire-lord through word of mouth, but seeing him in person was ever so different.
from the very moment you laid eyes on him, zuko's stark contrast to your world — honeyed eyes, shockingly fair skin, rugged scar, and vivid red clothes, had you completely enraptured. his domineering, yet calm presence drew you in without effort. you adored the helpless way he would flush a deep red whenever you giggled and waved at him, entirely undoing his rigid, royal posture. nevertheless, your flirting persisted, despite his sheepish reactions and your father’s protective concerns.
one day, speaking up boldly from the back of an icy council room, you had ultimately proposed a much brighter solution for a unifying pact; a royal marriage.
much to his nation's surprise, the fire lord unexpectedly returned from those frozen lands with water-bending royalty in tow. after discovering your shared goals for your peoples, you and zuko chose to bridge your countries and cultures alike in holy matrimony. both your economies have flourished and cross-national peace has ensued ever since the royal coupling over half a year ago.
it’s been quite some time, but you still feel like newlyweds — and you surely consummate like ones.
even now, living deep within a crimson palace and married to the master of fire himself, you fill zuko with a reverent awe. he loves how you wear your ancestral blues and carry your culture with such a dignified pride.
an ethereal woman you are, daughter of the ocean who chose to bind herself to a man of the flame. and looking at you now, dolling yourself up at your luxury vanity, content within his palace you truly made feel like a home, he's desperate for even a drop from your sea.
your husband wordlessly, finally, draws near and closes the distance, enveloping you from behind in a sweltering embrace. his heavy, muscular arms are strewn effortlessly over your shoulders from where you sit. a soft smile blooms on your lips at his sudden presence, quiet giggles slipping past your mouth when he presses a warm, lingering kiss to your temple.
through the glass of the mirror, zuko catches your reflection. his gold eyes soften, completely drinking you in; from your sweet smile, your intricately dark woven hair, to your warm skin and those crystalline eyes that sparkle like rare sapphires . . . you are, without question, the most breathtaking woman he’s ever known. he nuzzles closer, cheek touching yours until there's no remainder of space left between you, both of your gazes locked onto the beautifully reflected image of husband and wife.
“said you had a surprise for me. is that right, my queen?” he coos against your jaw, though his arms tighten around you, all longing and possessive. you return an excited hum, eyes twinkling in the mirror.
“i certainly do! it’s in here . . . hm. well, somewhere,” you swivel towards the drawers of your rosewood vanity to rummage through cosmetic items he can’t even begin to name. he leans over to steal a peek, long dark hair swaying over his shoulder, but you catch him right in the act.
zuko looks ever so precious with his golden eyes blown wide, large hands thrown out in absolute surrender. you almost begin to feel bad; he watches you with such hunger, wholly unassuming of the cruel games you have planned — how hopelessly you’re going to tease him into submission until the break of dawn.
“no peeking, my lord!” you tease, a playful push against his bicep guiding him around. zuko complies with your touch and shuffles the other way, helpless against the subtle flutter of anticipation brewing low in his belly.
you turn back to your drawers and resume the search, rifling through perfume bottles and jewelry cushions of all sorts while your voice softens into sweet instruction.
“you’ll have to do something for me, zuko.”
“please, my sweet . . . haven’t I already done what’s required of me?” he audibly groans, a breathless plea as he fights the growing urge to steal a glance. a quiet laugh escapes you at the rare, unguarded youthfulness he only ever reveals in your presence. a tender ache swells in your chest at how he allows his entire guard to drop in your hands.
“those scrolls? please, my love. that’s what the nation requires of you,” you unceremoniously discard the contents of your drawer, sending a careless flurry of trinkets tumbling out into the open.
he swiftly dodges the chaotic rain of your belongings flying by. a jade hairclip cutting through the air, a heavy paddlebrush following close behind — and then, in a flash, the mesh slip of a red, translucent lace. a sudden memory hits him, forever seared into the deepest crook of his mind; him peeling that very pair off of you with his teeth just a fortnight ago . . .
“what i expect from my husband is quite a bit different.” you lean into the word with a certain pride, making zuko’s heart skip a fierce, joyous beat. a wave of devotion washes over him; he's more than proud to bear that title for you, proud to hold you as his treasured, although entirely demanding, wife.
you've always been a particular woman, one of specific tastes, and it’s a beautiful puzzle zuko delights in solving. there's a secret, intoxicating thrill he gets in meeting your standards — to provide your every need, protect your joy with his life, deliver exactly what you desire and know he got it right.
he hangs on the silence between you, feeling the sudden shift the moment your breath catches in a soft, triumphant 'ah-hah! '
“zuko, my dear . . .” you sweetly begin, rising from your seat and keeping the mysterious surprise safely tucked behind your back. the long, elegant sway of your regal sleeves drapes around you like that of curtains, hiding it all the more. he sways sideways, trying to peer past the silk and catch a glimpse, but you tilt playfully and dance along with him — a brief, silly game you cut short with a soft command:
“disrobe.”
his single right brow lifts, a playful ember dancing in his golden eyes as he observes in your expression. he finds no hesitation.
“you want me to . . . undress?”
“swiftly, please.”
a rich laugh vibrates in his chest, tickled by the sudden authority in your voice. ever your willing subject, he begins to shed every heavy layer piece by piece; unpeeling his garments and letting the royal finery pool around his feet one by one. intimacy with you isn't something zuko shrinks from, no — he craves it, a sweet but rare indulgence that comes only in stolen hours between the endless distractions of ruling a proud and zealous empire.
your eyes glisten, lingering on the display as he unburdens his shoulders. the heavy pads drop, then he unties and parts his thick robes. zuko sheds the weight of the crown until he stands in nothing but simple trousers and a loose, unfastened vest of deep garnet lined with a gold-spun trim. his biceps knot and flex as his fingers catch the hem to pull his arms out the sleeves, and that’s just when your hand reaches out to stop him.
“that’s more than enough. you’re doing good, zu. now, sit on the bed.” you take pleasure in his absolute obedience as he plops down at the edge of the frame, his weight sinking into the edge of the mattress. your voice drops to a teasing murmur as you deliver the final rule:
“close your eyes — and don’t you open them!”
trapped in the dark and blind to your movements, zuko relies entirely on the sounds bleeding into his good ear; the whispered rustle of your airy clothes, the quiet scuffle of your feet as you slip into his blind spot. then comes a touch — a cool, frictionless material of some sort loops around his wrists before the tension pulls tight, his pulse jumping against the fabric as you knot the tail-end to the wooden bedpost. satisfied, you wind the red silk around him, binding him entirely to your whim.
“okay, zuko. now you can look.”
fluttered lids part to reveal his golden gaze, peering down as the world comes back into focus. a breath hitches in his throat at the sight of the rich crimson binding him to the frame.
reflexively, he gives a sharp, disbelieving tug at the fabric, a stunned laugh slipping past his parted lips.
“what is this?” he breathes, his voice a bewildered rumble as he looks from the red silk up to you.
“remember my dress fitting the other day, love?”
“I, uh . . I believe so, yes?” zuko stammers, but his answer is more of a question within itself. a helpless flush stains his cheeks while his mind scrambles, wondering what on earth a simple fitting could possibly have to do with the trap of silk biting into his wrists.
for months, the bitter court officials had bled their grievances into the palace halls, viewing your constant wearing of blue as a slap to the throne, an insult to the nation itself. you've heard their whispers; that your water-tribe attire is simply loud rebellion, a stain on the fire lord’s court. to appease the crown, you gave them their compromises — wearing their scarlet silks to grand meetings and vibrant festivals, but your daily wear remained with the colors of your home.
when their nagging finally became too loud to ignore, you stepped into the fitting they had arranged, letting them attempt to mold you into a ‘ proper ’ fire-lady. under the cinch of their measuring tapes, you found a secret comfort knowing that zuko not only loved you, but worshipped the ground you walked on, irregardless of the threads on your back. if anything, he preferred the blue, captivated by your beautiful stubbornness they could never burn away.
“so, they had the most dazzling assortment of silks, just marvelous. i saw such a rich shade of red, it shimmered like rubies . . . anyway, it reminded me of you! and, well, it obviously gave me other ideas.”
a low, helpless chuckle rumbles in zuko's chest, his golden eyes crinkling with absolute adoration at your sudden rambling. even pinned to the bed frame, he's still entirely captive to the chaos of your charming thoughts, flattered to be the center of them.
“this,” he gestures towards his confines, his bicep tightening as he pulls experimentally against the silk, “is your idea?” a dark ember of amusement flares in his right eye, challenging your authority even as he willingly surrenders to it.
“patience, husband,” you coo, rising to your feet to close the distance between you. “you’ll see.” you bring a thin strip of the same colored silk up to his face, gently drawing it across his brow. the fleeting warmth of your sweet smile is the last thing he catches before all his vision is stolen away — plunging his senses into a blotted world of unintelligible red. trapped in the thick, crimson dark, he settles into his restraints with a quiet sigh.
. . .
that’s how the fire lord finds himself entirely bound — captured effortlessly by the one woman he would never, in his wildest dreams, desire to escape from.
around you, the grand bedchambers glow with traditional finery, bathed in shades of warm orange, pristine gold, and burning red. the drawn-open windows invite the moon’s silvered light to spill through flowing gossamer curtains, blessing your union of water and fire.
but the gentle peace of the night dissolves the moment you shatter the quiet.
still bound to the frame of your shared bed, zuko tests the limits of his confines, a low groan escaping him as he tugs at the fiery crimson ribbon. a restless prisoner, he is, playing into the torment of your game — for a time. he always indulges his darling wife, but only for now. minutes long since passed; several long, countless ones.
and the wait is finally managing to break him. he sits trembling on the edge of the mattress, staring up at you through a hazy, amber-yellow gaze; blindfold long since fallen, and his vest halfway discarded while it hangs over the round of one brawny shoulder. a teasing smile graces your lips as you lean in, catching his lifted chin with the delicate edge of your manicured finger to lock his eyes with yours.
your sweet excuse for trapping his wrists had been that his crowned duties have left him far too tense; and what he desperately needed was to dissolve into your cool touch, even if he didn’t know it himself. but as your fingers drifted from the edge of his chin to settle heavily in his lap, the promise of relaxation shifted into the purest form of torment. the clock has fractured into an unmerciful blur. was it twenty minutes? thirty, forty?
zuko loses all track and meaning of the time that follows. he can't tell, nor can he bring himself to care — not when you spend every agonizing second stroking his weeping cock so painfully slow. you know just when to alter your speed, bringing him to the absolute precipice just to rip it all away.
it was pure torture when the red silk kept him blind to it; you know how much he loves the sight of his fat cock within your dainty hand, almost too thick for your fingers to touch around it. the last ruined orgasm had been paced so brutally fast, skin shlick-ing with every stroke. the wet, rhythmic sound of your hand jerking him off left dull, wet smacks filling the room until his body was twitching — and as he nearly arrived at his peak, the red satin eventually slipped down his face. when you finally locked eyes, he’d almost been crying . . . almost.
“hnghh, no, no, no, please— not again . . i beg you, my queen, just let me cum for you—fuck!”
the words melt into a breathless plea as his pelvis strains upward, starving for even the slightest graze of your palm. his hips give a desperate involuntary buck, chasing the ghosting pleasure of your friction, but you hold the line; hand going completely still.
a dark, heavy whimper vibrates deep in zuko’s chest, a sound so beautifully broken it nearly falters your resolve. but not quite. his climax is ruined yet again, the fifth unmerciful theft of the night, and his entire frame shudders with a deep, aching fatigue as he reaches the absolute limit of your torment.
thanks to your doing, he’s now you in complete disarray — scattered hair falling wildly over his eyes, his sweat-sheen chest heaving with every ragged breath, powerful arms bound to the bedposts at the mercy of your every sinister whim. he can’t fucking stand being unable to touch you.
“i did what you asked,” zuko says bluntly, his voice clipped and raw. his amber gaze burns dark, hopelessly locked onto the sheer blue fabric draping carelessly over the bare expanse of your brown thighs. “I finished my duties . . I am here, yet you tease me.”
“you sound rather impatient, zuko,” you hum, your manicured finger tracing a slow, agonizing circle over the sticky, weeping crown of his sensitive cockhead, delighting in the way he quivers. “tell me, my love . . . is the fire lord begging?”
zuko's jaw tightens, the flexor muscle of his wrists tensing against the silk of his confines. “I w-wasn’t begging,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave into a rough, raspy lower register. “please, just . . . tell me what you want from me. i’ll do anything, just let me—” he breaks off with a rough swallow, and the words die in his throat.
you let out a content hum, moved by how completely unraveled he’s become, just for you. you slide your body flush against his, letting the cool cerulean silk of your dress drag over his burning thighs. “anything I want, huh?” you murmur against his lips, teasing him with a ghost of a kiss. a desperate nod escapes him, the unraveled strands of his hair swaying with the motion.
“well, i'm about to tease some more, so I need you to stay absolutely still for it.”
a dark realization dawns upon the fire lord; he never knew his darling wife held such a sadistic streak. he silently mourns the countless times he could have made you cum by now.
“thought we'd be . . pleasing one another tonight,” he mumbles, chest heaving. the plush bow of your lips curve into a slow, knowing grin, your gaze dropping to the lewd display of his twitching dick before you reply, “but i’m enjoying the sight of you like this. you have no idea how much it satisfies me, love . . . do you not want to please your wife?”
“. . . you're a sly woman when you wish to be.” a pained, breathless laugh escapes him, his rigid length twitching helplessly between his thighs. the sweltering heat of his blood chills slightly against the open air of the room, a brief, phantom relief. “you know I need more from you.”
“I think what you need, zuko, is to cool down.”
“what I need is to cu—”
“don’t worry, my love.” you cut off his breathless demand with a soft, shushing hum. your palm cradles his jaw as you smooth out his unraveled hair, your lips catching the heat of his skin as you press a kiss to his sweating temple. “I have just the thing.”
in that very moment, you decide to shift the game and draw upon an element of your own. zuko’s no mere stranger to adding a heavy scorch to the bedroom, and the sweltering effect of his bending is never anything you can't handle or easily heal with your own two hands. tonight, you see no harm in turning the tables.
your focus shifts to the nearby glass pitcher, siphoning a liquid ribbon into the air. with a sharp twist of your wrist, the droplets solidify, crystallizing into smooth, firm blocks of ice.
before he can utter a word, you plant the frozen ice against his bare skin with intention. one block rests at the divot of his lighting-scarred solar plexus, and another the subtle dip between his thick, firm pecs, while the third one slides smoothly down the rippled plane of his abs. with a flick of your will, a final piece glides across the delicate ridge of his collarbone. as the ice begins to melt atop his heated skin, the thawed water tracks down his torso, pooling at his pelvis until it drips heavily down his cock.
a full-body shudders wracks zuko's frame as the sudden cold slides down the throbbing length of him. the ice cubes glide over his flesh, weeping condensed streams of melted water that dribble down his muscled form. the natural heat of his body takes over to act as a forge; with a subtle hiss, the water sizzles against his skin, instantly evaporating into a misted steam that lifts in lazy, curled wisps off his bare chest. it's an instinctive reaction — like splashing lukewarm water directly onto lava-hot coal.
“are you cooling down already, husband?”
“hah, please . . did you think it would be— mm, t-that easy?”
as he predicted, the frost doesn't last.
the fever-heat of his skin conquers the cold in seconds, rendering the ice useless against his burning flesh. a slow smile curves your lips at the realization, prompting a sudden shift in your approach; to fight fire with fire. a flame, you might not have, but you can always trade your element for the raw heat of your own body.
dropping low, your robe pools around your ankles as you settle between his parted, muscled legs. your palms anchor securely against the warm caps of his knees, pinning his attention. locking your gaze with his hazy gold eyes, your tongue slowly glides across the tip, collecting the warm salt of his precum as your lips part to swallow him into the pliant opening of your wet mouth.
“— ohhh, fuck.”
beneath folded legs, you feel your clit throb against the heel of your foot in response to the rough moan that practically vibrates straight from his chest and down into your throat. you pull back enough to loll your tongue out, swiping it slow and wet across his reddened, weeping tip. your crystalline eyes are lively, full of mirth as you hold him captive under your stare. zuko’s amber gaze squeezes shut at the sudden onslaught of your tongue, a sharp hiss catching in his throat.
“so naughty, baby . . .” he groans, "gonna keep me here all night, hm? punish me?”
“it isn’t a punishment, zuko,” you break the contact with a soft pop, a sliver of saliva tethering your lips to him. the words leave you breathlessly, trailing off your tongue like the sweet, contoured sound of half a moan. “i jus’ wanna play with you. don’t you wanna play with me?”
“I would if I could,” he manages to choke out, teeth gnawing hard on his lower lip whenever your tongue swirls back under the ridge of his spit-streaked cock. “y—you’re the one who doesn’t wanna play fair. I didn’t tie myself up, now did I?”
you drink in the ragged heave of his chest beneath the garnet vest, the tensive muscles of his forearms bunching hard against his constraints. the sheer intrigue of his submission intoxicates you, and a wicked thrill sparks within you at the thought of it — how delicious it would be to have him whining, crying for you, completely unraveled as he tugs fruitlessly against the red satin.
“I should punish you, now that you mention it,” you muse, drawing back just enough to catch your breath while your palm strokes a slow, wet path down his pulsing dick.
before he can manage out an answer, you dive back down again, burying his thickness to the very hilt until the tip of it hits the back of your constricting throat. you have him swallowed to the base, so much so that your senses are entirely overcome; your husband is the only thing left to taste, to smell, to breathe. a faint, involuntary tinge of smoke permeates the air as his internal fire flares in shock.
“shit! you’re s—so bad,” zuko heaves, his muscled arms straining powerlessly against withering ribbon.
“am I?” you wipe a wet shine of moisture away from your plush, spit-streaked lips with the back of your hand, rising slowly to your feet. zuko’s darkened gaze follows you, his heart hammering against his ribs as he realizes exactly where you’re steering this game. you had already unburdened him of his trousers and reduced him to that open vest, and now you're matching his nakedness with your own.
slowly, you unloop your robes and step out of your soft blue silk, letting the cerulean fabric carelessly drop away. you step onto the mattress to mount him, completely stripped— your legs throwing themselves over to bracket his wide, meaty thighs as you straddle his lap, the your bare mound of your cunt sliding a mess of arousal over the hardness of him, cock jumping at the brush of hot, wet skin.
“you are troublesome, wife,” zuko manages out through grit teeth, his jaw dropping as his head tilts down to watch the exact moment you sink onto him. you settle over every wide, throbbing inch until you've taken the entirety of him into the tight, melting warmth of your creamy cunt.
“hngh, and you should . . . s—stay still,” you mewl, your teeth sinking into your own plush lip while your nails dig deep crescents into the solid breadth of his broad shoulders.
you lift yourself up, slow and agonizingly careful, before letting gravity drop you back down onto the raw entirety of his length. a shared moan tears from your throats at the impact, your bodies pulsing deliriously around one another. zuko has always been a massive stretch, so you shift into slow, shallow rolls of your hips, taking in the immense width of him until the initial, stinging burn begins to ebb away.
“untie me.”
“mm— noooo, zuko . . .” you both know that entirely defeats the purpose.
“can’t believe you’re— fuck —doing this to me,” zuko groans, his patience finally shattering as he rocks his hips upward beneath you. the sudden, deep shift of his length inside you forces a pitched whine from your throat. he's reached his absolute limit, both with these confines and his own composure — starved of your touch, driven mad by the sight of his beautiful goddess of a wife bouncing on his cock while his hands remain pathetically, incapably pinned.
glaring down with pure disdain at the obstacle of fabric cutting into his straining wrists, the fire lord decides that your lengthy game is over.
with carefully exerted bending, he coaxes just the slightest spouts of fire out of his warmed palms, letting the heat of a focused spark catch onto the crimson silk until it begins to catch in flames.
you're so caught in the intensity of riding him that the change goes unnoticed, until the scent of smoke reaches you; fire. your eyes snap open to see the speckled remnants of inflamed fabric and ash dissipating up into the air in burning, golden specks.
“z—zuko!” you whine, just as he rubs his wrists where they were bound. an anxious laugh leaves you once the realization settles in; the constraints are gone, and he's no longer bound by your rules. now that he’s freed, you know he’ll have his way with you. when you meet his eyes, it concludes that the game is over, and he’s won. he peers at you with a dangerous, burning hunger, like that of a fucking predator.
“what shall I do with you . . .” the fire lord muses, “now that i’m free?” you aren't able to argue, or comply. there simply isn't any time.
he loops a strong, thick forearm around your waist, pulls you flush to the solid wall of his body, full breasts squished to his broad pecs, your peaked nipples grazing his chest in a way that makes you shudder against him. he tightens his hold around your middle, hot fingers stroking down the curve of your spine.
then, the roots take hold with a searing, digging grip.
“start bouncing.”
frozen by the shock of his freedom, you hesitate — and your husband immediately claims the movement to take absolute hold of you. his hot fingers cling to the soft flesh of your waist, and he wastes no time lifting your hips, hoisting you up only to drop you back onto his erect cock.
the loudest moan of the night slips from your throat, a bruised, sweet thing that sounds something like a whine, and half like a wail. it's pure nectar to him, so saccharine it’s almost cloying. zuko leans into the sound, aiming to pry out so much more.
he sets a brutal, drilling pace from beneath you, bucking upward to crash against the rise and fall of your pliant body, all as his hands slink up to give your bouncing breasts a thorough squeeze. his firm hips piston up to meet you with relentless, driving thrusts as he forces your weight to slam down hard against his own.
all you can do is cry out through every heavy drag of his fat cock within you. a vulnerable whimper escapes your lips, arms looped tightly around his neck, fingers dig frantically into his skin for any semblance of an anchor while the girth of him stretches you out with every upwards surge of his tilting hips. your tongue lolls out to trace the slick heat of his throat, dragging slow and wet up the line of his perfect jaw. you press your lips against the thick vein pulsing in his neck; pulled taut from all the raw energy he exerts into fucking himself deep inside you.
“you win . . . fu—fuck, zu, y-you win,” you whine, the globes of your ass jiggling helplessly against his pounding. “zuko, p-please, too fast— you’re too fast, my love . . . i can’t — hngh!”
a dark, gravelly laugh vibrates right against your throat, his hot pulse hammering against your chest. “oh, no. you don't get to call a timeout,” he grunts out, a rough, commanding rumble that cuts straight through your whines as he watches your face unravel — lips agape, eyes welled up with precious tears. his thick forearm locks tighter around your waist as his pelvis crashes up into yours with unmerciful force, giving you absolutely no room to breathe. “you wanted to play, yes?" more than anything, he'd consider it provocation.
"so don’t scream for a 'slow down' now — take it. it's all for you.”
before your lungs can even claim their next breath, zuko slides out of you entirely; having decided you deserve it much rougher for the constraints you placed upon him. a small pout touches your lips at the sudden ache of his absence, but the fire lord pays your frustration no mind. he's far too focused on delivering the consequences of your little stunt.
effortlessly, his heavy palms flip you over and guide you flat onto your tummy — your lower back dipping into a sharp, deep curve that hoists your hips high into the air; the most perfect arch. left exposed and shivering with anticipation, your ass impetuously wiggles against the heavy bob of his waiting erection, desperate to feel him. a low, raspy chuckle vibrates in his throat, deeply satisfied by the hunger that now consumes you; just as it did him.
“you want it? huh?” he lilts, his breath hot against your skin as he deliberately presses the crown of his cock to your opening. instead of sinking inside, he slides around your fluttering pussy, dragging the thick, veiny underside over your rear.
he taps the sticky crown of his cock against the soft flesh of your supple ass cheeks, a deliberate, maddening friction that denies you the very thing you're begging for. a dry laugh catches in his throat as your posture shudders utterly reveling in the sweet, broken whines that spill past your lips at the torment. maybe now you'll get it. you're only feeling a fraction of what you put him through.
“n—need it so bad, d-don’t tease, husband . . .”
“of course, my sweetness.” his voice is a low, deceptive whisper right before his hips crash forward. it's downright mean, how he pushes inside you with a sudden, ruthless depth. zuko stuffs every last inch of him to the absolute hilt, done so viciously that the air is knocked clean from your lungs. your chest heaves against the mattress, voice cracking into broken, stuttered pieces as his name shatters throughout the room, like that of a priceless gloss vase.
“zuko, s’deep — y-you’re so . . so deeeeep,”
“hm . . what was that?” zuko murmurs out feigned ignorance, his wide palm flattening against the small of your back to enforce a deeper, sharper curve to your spine. the visceral slap of skin on skin rings out like thunder with every punishing smack, a lewd tempo that fills the grand bedchambers — a thick, sweltering sound so loud you're certain the advisors and palace maids a world away could easily track the . . . scandalous nature of your night.
“zu—zu-ahh . . z—ukooo!”
“is that how you properly address your husband?” he taunts, his voice a low rumble as he bites back a growing smile. the damp end of his tongue flits out, lazily running across the edge of aligned teeth, “how you address the fire lord?”
“p-pleaseeee—” before the word can fully escape you, zuko answers your whine by stalling his momentum, feeding you long, agonizingly slow strokes. with every deliberate thrust, your body is throttled forward, melting deep into the crimson bed as you lose all coordination. a helpless sob catches in your throat, your drooling mouth agape against the mahogany bedding as you take the full, thick mass of him in slow motion, his damp skin dragging within yours. his pelvis presses hard against your ass, the heavy stickiness of his balls tapping your puffy slit
“d-do . . . mmph, wh—whatever you want." you exhale through a whining plea, weight sinking into the foam of the bamboo mattress. maybe if you appease him, stroke his ego, he'll take it easy on you. "p-punish me, zu . . . please, jus' punish me.”
“and get you off so quickly? impatient little thing,” he only tsks, his hand comes down hard against your backside. the reddening sting forces out your small gasp. “you're not cumming until I deem it fit.”
zuko shifts his weight, sliding his stance closer until his torso pins your back flat against the mattress. leaning his upper body forward over your shoulder, his arm snakes around to trap you by the sensitive curve of your throat. he loops the thick, solid crook of his elbow right beneath your chin, pressing the rounded meat of his massive forearm against your windpipe.
with an deliberate flex, he brings about a deliciously suffocating squeeze. your throat is locked tight in the vice of his strength, constricting your oxygen until your lungs begin to burn hollow from the desperate lack of it. unable to draw a clean breath, every heavy push of his length inside you makes him feel twice as thick.
the room spins into hazy blur, making you acutely aware of how his unhurriedly he drags inside you; stretching you out in agonizing slow motion while you choke out muffled, desperate whines against the crushing authority of his arm.
he fucks into you slowly from behind, his large frame completely curled over your spine while he holds you trapped in the thick vice of his headlock. you helplessly muffle your whimpers and drool all over the solid breadth of his meaty, flexing bicep. from above, the fire lord ignores the chaos of the room to simply stare down at your face, a wave of profound adoration breaking across his features for third time today, because you belong entirely to him — his pretty, precious baby.
“that’s what it takes for you to act right?” zuko huffs out an incredulous laugh, “you’re finally being so good, love . . . taking me so fucking well.” the words are thick with an intoxicating pride as his warmed breath dusts your cheek.
never does it come with one; but without warning, his palm delivers another sharp, loving smack to your right cheek, leaving a trailing sting that audibly sizzles against your damp skin. before another sound can fully leave your throat, his lips drop lower, a searing kiss pressed possessively to the very base of your neck, the curve of your spine, the crown of your hair. in every aspect, he consumes you.
you're balanced precariously on the absolute edge, and zuko can tell. your vision begins to spot, your entire frame stringing tense and your mind going beautifully dumb the exact moment you finally release your sweet, gushing juices all over him. eyes brimming over with heavy gemmed tears, he fucks you thoroughly through the crash of your orgasm; rocking deep into the stubborn squeeze of your convulsing pussy.
zuko's rigid and twitching inside you, his amplified volume matching the gradually careless rhythm of his thrusts. a rough groan tears from his throat as he openly relishes the slick, heavy friction of his veins dragging wet and sloppy from deep within your walls. even with the lingering shock of your own orgasm, it's clear to you that he’s soon to follow suit. truthfully, you're amazed that he managed to hold out up until now; though, not for much longer.
“you’re being so good to me, sweetness . . . letting it all go just for your husband, cumming all over me . . . ooh, you’re making me feel too fucking good, can’t hold back anymore — i'm next, my love, m’right behind you — fffuck.”
you can feel the very heat of his seed flooding your inner walls as he cums hard and deep, muttering jumbled obscenities out into the humid air. misted puffs of smoke curl past his agape lips along the calls of your name. his hips give a final, desperate jerk, his throbbing cock spouting thick ribbons of white until he’s completely drained himself inside you.
his chest heaves, glistening in the low orange lighting as he settles beside you, his hands instantly shifting to trace soothing, balmy circles over the flesh he so ruthlessly manhandled. a quiet moan escapes your lips, your dazed body sinking into the scrunched, damp bedding as his touch releases your strung muscles. the cooling sweat on your brow makes you shiver, while the deep, deep ache from being so thoroughly stretched begins to settle into your bones.
you give a small, helpless whine when his fingers find a particularly sensitive spot, his touch a tender mercy. you know, of course you do that you are covered in the visual evidence of his hunger, but you choose to pay the marks no mind until the sun rises. after all, your ladies-in-waiting are far too used to seeing the fire lord’s signature handprints painted across your skin when they wash you in the morning.
his chest heaves in the dark as he settles beside you, his hands instantly shifting from manhandling to tracing soothing circles over the skin of your body he so ruthlessly possessed. you let out a soft, trailing moan, your dazed body sinking into the scrunched, damp bedding as his touch unties your muscles. the cooling sweat on your brow makes you shiver, while the deep, deep ache from being so thoroughly filled and stretched, in all those creative positions, begins to settle into your bones as a sweet fatigue.
a small, sharp whine slips from your lips when zuko’s calloused thumbs knead an especially tender spot. you know that he's ravaged you. you probably look as undone as you feel, and it's going to be painfully obvious for anyone looking at you to tell. though you can't yet see the crimson marks he left in his wake, you've already decided those are tomorrow’s problem. after all, your ladies-in-waiting are already far too used to seeing the fire lord’s permanent signature painted across your skin when they wash you in the morning.
“i'm sorry, love . . i'm so sorry,” zuko whispers into the crook of your neck as he continues his slow massage, his touch smoothing over the marks he left behind. “just can’t control myself when it comes to you, my queen.”
“mmmnn . . . it’s, ah . . s’okay,” you slur against the mahogany bedding. a thick, post-orgasmic drowse claims your senses, your eyelids fluttering wearily the last of your strength dissolves into the sheets. he’s truly managed to unburden you of every last ounce of your energy.
tenderly, zuko rolls you onto your back and gently cleanses your skin, taking a soft handcloth from your drawer to wipe away any slick evidence of love-making; even as the dark temptation to stuff himself back inside your sweet pussy and keep you plugged with his dripping cum starts to become a greater urge. zuko fights it, deciding he can save the intention of impregnating you for another, more purposeful night — that is, if your womb hasn't already . . . taken his heir after the dozens of positions he molded you into all in one night.
a feather-light kiss grazes your forehead, tender and warm, just before the red covers are drawn up over your shoulders to ward off the chill. zuko watches you drift into slumber, a soft chuckle escaping him as you mutter a sleepy, incoherent complaint about the 'unfairness' of him being able to melt away your icy defenses. settling into bed, he spoons you close, wrapping his thick, strong arms around you to keep you snug against the solidity of his chest.
“rest while you can, love," he whispers adoringly into your hair, smelling of rich imported oils, a tinge of his own smoke, and the salt of your sea. "because when the sun rises . . . i’m taking my turn with you and that ribbon.”
xavier who answers a call on your behalf when he's balls deep in you, maintaining a level of composure that you'd be envious of if he currently wasn't rendering you cockdrunk.
his tone's curt and brash, ushering the person on the other end of the line to get to the point. but he doesn't slow down his thrusts—in fact, he fucks you faster and harder until the slapping of skin against skin is so loud, it's impossible to miss.
you try to keep quiet, muffling your whimpers behind trembling hands. but xavier's quick to yank those hands above your head, giving you no way to stifle your noises. you go to bite your bottom lip but xavier doesn't allow it, using his free hand to tug your jaw down so your sweet voice rings free.
he's hitting that spot with such precision, your cunt gushing wet and squelching with every slam of his hips against the plush of your ass. it's getting too much, your eyes closing tightly as pleading sobs spill from your open mouth, your back starting to arch as xavier still talks with whoever called you.
"just a second," xavier grunts before he's got you folded in half and making you scream. you claw at his shoulders, drool slicking your chin and stars dotting your blurry vision. "almost...there—"
a sudden firm rub to your clit and you're gone, utterly and completely shattered as you wail xavier's name.
the next morning, coming out of your apartment, you bump into charlie and wave in greeting. charlie instantly grows flustered and can't look you in the eye as he quickly waves and scurries past.
you wonder what you've done wrong and express this to xavier on the way to work who looks a little too smug.
turns out it was charlie who had called you last night, intending to invite you to a cafe that had opened a week ago. and xavier, in his possessiveness, decided to stake his claim right there and then.
xavier pouts when you proceed to not talk to him for the whole workday.
xavier who answers a call on your behalf when he's balls deep in you, maintaining a level of composure that you'd be envious of if he currently wasn't rendering you cockdrunk.
his tone's curt and brash, ushering the person on the other end of the line to get to the point. but he doesn't slow down his thrusts—in fact, he fucks you faster and harder until the slapping of skin against skin is so loud, it's impossible to miss.
you try to keep quiet, muffling your whimpers behind trembling hands. but xavier's quick to yank those hands above your head, giving you no way to stifle your noises. you go to bite your bottom lip but xavier doesn't allow it, using his free hand to tug your jaw down so your sweet voice rings free.
he's hitting that spot with such precision, your cunt gushing wet and squelching with every slam of his hips against the plush of your ass. it's getting too much, your eyes closing tightly as pleading sobs spill from your open mouth, your back starting to arch as xavier still talks with whoever called you.
"just a second," xavier grunts before he's got you folded in half and making you scream. you claw at his shoulders, drool slicking your chin and stars dotting your blurry vision. "almost...there—"
a sudden firm rub to your clit and you're gone, utterly and completely shattered as you wail xavier's name.
the next morning, coming out of your apartment, you bump into charlie and wave in greeting. charlie instantly grows flustered and can't look you in the eye as he quickly waves and scurries past.
you wonder what you've done wrong and express this to xavier on the way to work who looks a little too smug.
turns out it was charlie who had called you last night, intending to invite you to a cafe that had opened a week ago. and xavier, in his possessiveness, decided to stake his claim right there and then.
xavier pouts when you proceed to not talk to him for the whole workday.
bestfriend!nerdjo … a physics grad student that you met while you were getting your bachelors.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who you constantly have to remind to actually sleep.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who constantly tells you physics jokes you don’t get, offers to explain them, and then ends up making you more confused than before
bestfriend!nerdjo … who basically lives in your apartment with how much he sleeps over. he has 5 changes of clothes, a toothbrush, skincare and a stash of candy (that he knows you won’t take because they’re disgustingly sweet) readily available at your place.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who ‘accidentally’ cockblocks by studying at your apartment constantly. unfortunately it is a turn off for guys you bring home to have a 6’3, beauty and brains encompassed man lying on your couch shirtless when they get to your place.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who claims you were ‘too good for them anyway’ when you complain about his record breaking amount of cockblocks.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who has obscenely sensitive eyes and wakes up like dracula when you forget to close the blinds the night before when he slept over.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who uses your apartments broken heating system to his advantage and cuddles in bed with you.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who your mom is still convinced you’re going to marry. every single thanksgiving—that satoru is now eagerly invited to every year— she still claims that satoru is ‘such a kind, smart and handsome boy’ that she would ‘love if you married’.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who can’t help but be a little offended when you go “yuck—never.” every time she does. okay, sure, you’re just best friends but you seriously don’t wanna marry him? he thinks he’d be a good husband.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who sometimes answers the door when guys come over to see you and shoos them away like an overprotective dad or brother.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who made you watch all of the big bang theory and couldn’t help but be happy your favorite character by the end was sheldon… a tall, egotistical, blue eyed physics nerd.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who only asks you when he needs advice for fashion. frankly, he thinks shoko will sabotage him, suguru doesn’t understand how to dress formally, and utahime would never bother responding. but he thinks you always look nice. so help him pick out and tie his tie, will you?
bestfriend!nerdjo … who really does not understand your affinity for that sukuna guy. his stupid tattooed face really isn’t all that in his opinion, yet it has you salivating and practically floating like garfield when he smells pie.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who has definitely commented “we look so much like a couple here” under one of your posts—quick, guess what your reply was [reference here].
bestfriend!nerdjo … who loves to do your makeup for you, getting oddly close to your face and looking down at your lips even when he’s doing your eyeliner.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who pouts when he sees you text sukuna again.
bestfriend!nerdjo … who wants you to stop being so stupid and realize he just wants you.
✮ getting stuck in an elevator with two hot bosses who want you cannot be that bad, right? *pwp
"shit, we're gonna be here a while," nanami breathed out annoyed and loosened his tie after the dispatcher didn't answer again and the call button totally stopped working. your shift ended like three hours ago, but you were still there, typical you, obsessing over some report. the office was totally empty.
well, except for two department heads you were lucky enough to get stuck with in one cramped elevator.
the elevator felt way too small for three adults. you were basically squeezed between them and could feel the heat coming off their bodies. behind you was nanami's tall figure, and right in front of you — higuruma. both were a head taller than you, wider in the shoulders, and fucking hot.
i mean, it wasn't for nothing that you always wore short skirts even though the dress code said no, that you accidentally spilled coffee on higuruma's pants so you could apologize with bambi eyes and wipe a napkin near his cock. for months you played a dangerous game: you leaned over a little more than you should, showed off your chest when you sat across from him, brushed your shoulder against nanami's in the narrow hallway, and left documents on hiromi's desk that were soaked in your boldest perfume. you teased both of them at the same time, gave them hope, but always slipped away the second their stares got too heavy. a little flirting is fun, alright?
but right now you weren't having fun at all.
nanami slowly leaned in. his hot breath hit your ear, making you shiver. "you look spooked, sweetheart. you okay?" he said, and he sounded dangerously protective. "y-yeah, i'm fine," you gulped, trying not to look at him. "it's just super hot in here."
you noticed nanami lookedup at higuruma. for a while they just stared at each other in silence, and then this slow, knowing grin spread across both their faces. that look made your knees go weak. higuruma took his time taking off his jacket. he did it slow, eyes locked on yours, and tossed the expensive thing right on the dirty floor.
"what a shame," he said, rolling up his sleeves and showing off those strong forearms. "maybe we should talk about your behavior."
before you could get a single word out, nanami's heavy hands landed on your waist. he pulled you back, pressing you into his hard chest. "you've been waiting for this the whole time, haven't you?" he whispered into your hair. "teasing us so much."
"i... i have no idea what you're talking about," your voice shook, and your heart was thumping so loud they both definitely heard it. hiromi stepped even closer. his hands hit your thighs, bunching up your skirt. "oh, trust me, you know exactly what we're talking about."
they literally crushed you between them, and you felt the burning heat of their bodies. nanami grabbed your chin and pulled it up, forcing you to look at him. "i think it's time to teach you a lesson."
he didn't let you scream — his mouth covered yours in a demanding kiss. he kissed you deep, filling you up with himself, while hiromi went for your neck at the same time, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. your head started spinning and reality started to blur.
nanami pulled back from your lips for a second and then with one sharp, confident move he grabbed you by the waist. before you could even gasp, you were up in the air. he held you there, making your legs spread wide and hooking your knees over his arms. now you were basically hanging on him — your back pressed against his chest, and you were completely open in front of both of them.
your short skirt rode up to your waist, leaving you in just thin panties. nanami went back to your ear, nibbling on your lobe and cheek before sliding down to your neck. meanwhile, higuruma slowly unbuttoned your blouse, button by button, and as the fabric parted, he started biting your chest, making you arch in kento’s arms.
"wait— mmnh! hiromi..." you gasped, "there're cameras in the elevator... maybe we should go..."
"don't worry 'bout that, darling," nanami laughed low and soft, pressing his lips to your shoulder. "don't you worry your pretty little head."
hiromi finally threw your shirt open and slowly moved down with kisses toward your stomach. "just enjoy what we're gonna do now, okay?"
he got down on his knees, and you felt his hot breath scorch your delicate skin. he didn't rush. first, his lips barely brushed the inside of your thighs, leaving light, almost weightless kisses that sent an electric charge through your body. you felt nanami tighten his grip on your knees from behind, locking you in the air; you literally couldn't move.
"look how wet she is. perfect," hiromi rasped, looking at how the slick glistened on your already damp pussy. "you wanted this, didn't you? for us to see how much this little pussy leaks when it's needy?"
"n-nngh!... hiromi…" your moan drowned in the quiet hum of the elevator as he lifted two fingers and unceremoniously stretched your folds apart to fully expose you. at first, he just teased you with the tip of his tongue, short and wet strokes. you felt him lick away the drops, smacking his lips, savoring your taste.
"mmngh! haah! please…" you jerked in nanami’s arms, but he just held you tighter against his chest. "hold on, sweetie, we're just gettin' started," he whispered in your ear, and at that moment, he started to slowly rotate your hips in circular motions.
those circles made you literally rub against hiromi’s face. you felt the stubble on his chin, his nose pressing into your already swollen clit, and his tongue going right into your soaking pussy. wet, obscene sounds echoed in the cramped elevator.
"haah! more… nngh!" you weren't in control of your sounds anymore, gasping with pleasure. "oh yeah," hiromi growled, not pulling away for a second, "you're so sweet. i'm gonna lick you dry 'til you start beggin' us to stop."
his pace picked up. he went rougher now. hiromi didn't tease anymore. he took your clit between his lips and started sucking on it hungrily like he’d fuckin' die if he didn't.
"a-ah! hiromi! nngh-aa!" you screamed, throwing your head back on nanami’s shoulder while he kissed your cheek, holding you in place, and your cry echoed through the tight cabin.
hiromi’s tongue went deep between your stretched folds, licking everything inside, while the two fingers he’d managed to shove in kept roughly stretching you, opening every millimeter of your tender flesh for his mouth. loud, squelching sounds of your pussy and the wet sounds of his mouth filled the elevator.
"mmm, look what you're doin' to us," nanami kept rotating your pelvis, forcing you to grind even harder onto hiromi’s tongue. "you wanted this, didn't you? walkin' 'round in front of us in those skirts that show off your ass?"
"haah! mmngh… ahh! more… more!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore. the man behind you didn't give you a second's break — his palm covered your mouth, muffling your next moan. "hiromi, please… mmmngh-ah!" you broke free from nanami’s hand, and your moans got louder. "yes! right there! ahh-h!"
nanami pulled his hand away from your face only to sink into your lips, catching your next whimper. "stick out your tongue, baby," he whispered, and you obeyed before you could even think. "come on."
as soon as you parted your mouth and the tip of your tongue peeked out, nanami let out a low growl and bit into your lips. he captured your tongue with his lips and started sucking on it, slow and greedy. "mmmmmfff!.. kento!... " you moaned right into his mouth, feeling your whole body tighten like a string.
nanami sucked your tongue rhythmically, like he owned it, making you gasp for air. meanwhile, higuruma, feeling your reaction, stretched your folds even wider and sucked on your clit with twice the force. "mmmngh... most perfect sweet pussy. gonna eat this little swollen clit up."
your sounds turned totally incoherent, becoming a solid stream of moans and ragged breaths mixed with whimpers. nanami pulled away from your tongue for a second, his whisper brushing right against your lips. "good girl. hear how loud you're bein' for us?"
your body was stretched to the limit, like a wire about to snap. nanami kept dominantly sucking your tongue, cutting off your oxygen and making you choke on your own moans while his hips rhythmically rotated your pelvis, grinding you into hiromi’s face. you thrashed convulsively in kento’s arms, feeling everything inside tighten into an unbearably hard, hot knot.
higuruma, feeling your orgasm coming, stretched your already swollen folds with his fingers until it almost hurt, and for the last time, sucked your clit in as deep as possible, licking it frantically. a loud, dominant squelching filled the cramped elevator.
"a-a-ah! kent— oh god, i'm gonna... mmmngh-a-a-a!" your scream broke into a rasp as the first wave of orgasm literally ripped through you.
you felt your muscles inside start to contract uncontrollably, pulsing hot wetness right onto hiromi’s face. you shuddered all over, your legs on nanami’s shoulders shaking with a fine tremor. kento pulled away from your tongue at that moment just to catch your wide-open mouth in a silent scream and greedily breathe in your orgasmic moan.
you gasped, your head falling onto nanami’s shoulder as white spots swam before your eyes. hiromi didn't stop even when you started twitching in convulsions. he kept greedily licking and sucking up your slick, which was now dripping down his chin and lips.
"hiromi, stop... ah... i can't anymore..." you went limp in kento’s arms, feelin' a heavy, leaden weakness spread through your body. you barely breathed, pressing your forehead against nanami’s shoulder. your body still shook with small, lingerin' tremors, and your head was a total vacuum. you were literally floating in the clouds after such a crushing orgasm, feeling like soft, pliable clay in their hands.
but the blissful silence didn't last long. nanami pulled back a bit to look at your face and took you by the chin, forcing your blurred gaze to focus on him.
"you think that’s it, darling?" his voice sounded scary calm and low. "you really think we're gonna let you come just once?"
your eyes widened. you tried to say something, but only a weak, ragged exhale escaped your throat. "what're you..."
hiromi slowly pulled away and got up from his knees. his lips glistened wetly, and there was a streak of your juices on his chin that he didn't even think about wipin' off. he looked down at you, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"that was just the start," he tossed out, and his voice vibrated in the tight cabin. you were still hangin' in nanami’s arms, legs shaking, and your mind was fading. "n-no... wait..." you tried to pull your thoughts together, "someone could walk in right now... the dispatcher... he might hear through the intercom..."
nanami just laughed low against your neck, and that sound made you shrink. he didn't let you go. instead, he shifted his grip to get comfortable and started to slowly, intentionally rub your aching, oversensitive cunt against his huge, rock-hard cock through the fabric of his pants.
"ah!" you sobbed, whimpering from the unbearable pleasure that bordered on torture. "nanami..." "we could just call the dispatcher again so help comes right now," kento whispered, keepin' up the methodical grind against you, squeezin' out new portions of wetness that now fell in heavy drops and dripped onto the elevator floor. your heels had been lyin' in the corner for a while now. "is that what you want? you want us to get pulled out of here right now?"
he didn't stop, and you felt his hardness throb, promisin' somethin' way bigger. at that moment, hiromi stepped in close. he cupped your face in his palms and sank into your lips with a deep, greedy kiss. you tasted yourself mixed with his hot spit — intimate, and crazy turning you on.
"m-m-m," he hummed into your mouth, pulling back only a millimeter. "is this what you want?" you should've said "yes." you should've screamed 'bout how they broke all the rules, how hierarchy was trashed, and how you're all gonna get fired in disgrace. you should've stopped this.
but you didn't. your first orgasm was so mind-blowing that all you could think about was the throbbing weight you felt with your ass through nanami’s clothes. you couldn't even dream of just one of them in your wildest fantasies, but getting both at once? that was the kind of extreme greed they write about in books.
“n-no…” you aggressively shook your head, completely forgetting you were in the damn elevator of an office building. your hands dug into higuruma’s shoulders on their own, and you started desperately, almost insanely grinding against the man behind you in every way possible, begging for more with your body alone.
hiromi gave a faint, barely noticeable smile without taking his eyes off you, watching the way you writhed in kento’s hands. “that’s what we thought. dirty girl… you spent months tempting your bosses just so they’d fuck you at the same time?”
you barely heard him. his words drowned in the rush of blood pounding in your ears, and you only nodded quickly, feverishly, agreeing with every word he said. “c’mon, baby,” nanami caught you with one hand, giving you more space, “use your hands. take my pants off.”
with trembling fingers, you reached behind you as much as the cramped space allowed and touched his cock through the fabric for the first time. nanami let out a low, rough groan and pushed himself into your palm, rolling his hips forward. you tried to feel more of him, but kento only tightened his grip on your waist.
“baby, i just had to sit there without getting to taste you. you’d better hurry up.” you frantically searched for his belt buckle, but your fingers wouldn’t cooperate. you couldn’t see what you were doing behind your back, and helpless little whines started slipping out of you.
“i-i can’t do it… kento, i can’t…” you sobbed, tears blurring your vision. nanami laughed quietly, enjoying your desperation. “what an impatient girl, huh?”
he jerked his hips sharply to help you, and finally you managed to undo the belt. then the button and zipper gave in too. his pants slipped down, and immediately, without waiting, you covered his cock with your hand over his boxers. nanami threw his head back, sucking in air through his teeth with a hiss. you moaned too — just the thought of him being inside you turned you into a melted, shapeless mess.
by then, hiromi already pulled his pants down slightly. you froze as you looked at him. his cock looked intimidating: long, heavy, veins standing out clearly along it, the tip already wet. exactly the one you imagined whenever you touched yourself.
you breathed heavily, your pussy still pulsing after your orgasm while your hands already pulled down the blond man’s boxers behind you. the second his cock came free, it pressed against your ass with a dull thud. you felt the heat of it against your skin.
nanami wrapped a hand around himself and slowly dragged the tip over your untouched back hole first. panic shot through you instantly, your voice turning high and almost frightened. “kento!.. please, kento…”
he immediately buried himself against your neck, kissing you greedily with his mouth open, leaving your skin wet and burning. “relax,” he whispered, his voice vibrating through your body. “we’re not going there… for now.”
you relaxed a little, but the realization crashed over you in another wave: that meant they were both going to fuck you. at the same time.
your thoughts didn’t even have time to form into words before higuruma stepped closer. he cupped your face, gently but firmly sucking on your lower lip before pulling away and looking directly into your eyes.
“if it hurts, just tell us, okay?” his voice sounded serious, almost gentle. “we won’t do anything that’ll hurt you. we’re here to give you what you’ve been begging for all this time. tell me you understand.”
you only nodded shakily, unable to force out a single word. “use your words, sweetheart,” nanami insisted, pressing his cock against your lower back. you swallowed hard, your voice rough from all the screaming and moaning. “i… i understand. yeah. please…”
nanami adjusted his grip on you more comfortably, one arm still holding your weight while the other slowly, carefully guided his cock. at first, he only teased you with it, dragging the tip through your folds, coating himself in all your slickness, practically soaking himself in your juices before finally giving one decisive thrust.
he pushed in slowly, giving you time to feel every inch of his impossible thickness. you cried out instantly and grabbed onto higuruma’s shoulders with a death grip. meanwhile, hiromi pressed himself flush against you, holding your hips steady and helping you keep your balance while his eyes tracked every shaky breath you took.
he really was huge. you felt him literally forcing your insides apart, pushing so deep that every experience you’d ever had before suddenly felt like some pathetic joke. your head fell back, your moans breaking apart into weak little whines.
“mmmngh! kento… haa-ah… hurts… no, feels good… god—!” you choked on the words as he filled you completely. “that’s it, sweetheart, take all of me,” nanami rasped, his voice vibrating through your body.
“you’re too big… kento, you’re too big…” “i know, baby,” he started moving inside you slowly, deeply, “it’ll feel better soon. just relax for me.”
while that happened, higuruma kissed his way down your neck to your chest, which already spilled out of your bra cups. he wrapped his lips around your nipple, sucking greedily while nanami kept thrusting into you from behind.
“fuck…” kento growled, picking up the pace. “knew you’d have a fucking heavenly pussy… she’s squeezing me so tight.” all you could do was whine and sob. “ah! mmngh!! feels so good… more… haaah!”
“yeah?” higuruma pulled away from your chest, his gaze turning sharp and hungry. “it’s about to feel even better.” nanami cupped your face with both hands, turned you toward him, and crashed his mouth against yours in a deep kiss. “take a breath,” he ordered right against your lips.
you were already completely fucked stupid from his cock and the heat of their bodies. the second you gasped for air, you felt another huge, hard shape starting to push into you. hiromi entered you from the front, and you practically whimpered into nanami’s kiss while your fingers dug into higuruma’s shirt hard enough to make the fabric strain.
the moment he fully pushed inside, stretching you beyond anything imaginable, you screamed so loudly it felt like your voice tore through the entire building. “oh god! god! fuck… fuck! a-ah-ahh!”
tears spilled from your eyes automatically from the shock and overwhelming fullness. nanami laughed low against your lips, licking away the salty wetness. “no god here, sweetheart. we’re the ones making you scream like that.”
both of them stayed still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the unbearable stretch. hiromi’s hand squeezed your breast possessively while nanami bit at your shoulder and every patch of exposed skin he could reach.
it felt like forever or maybe only a few seconds — you had no idea anymore. the only thing you knew was that you needed them. “more… want more… please…”
“our girl’s getting greedy, huh?” higuruma smirked while looking at your flushed face. “one cock isn’t enough anymore? now you always want two?” then they started moving. together. hard. rhythmic.
it felt like your pussy was about to split apart, your whole body turning into one shaking, dripping mess. you moaned and whimpered while they kept taking turns kissing you, your chin already soaked with spit, your face damp with sweat and their touches. saliva and slick ran down your neck and chest, and you were pretty sure there was already a puddle forming on the elevator floor beneath you.
their movements turned sharp and perfectly synchronized, and you felt them practically pounding you into the narrow space between them. nanami set a deep, animalistic pace from behind while hiromi matched every thrust from the front, forcing your body to stretch to its absolute limit. the cramped elevator filled with unbearable wet sounds: skin slapping against skin, heavy male growls, and your endless, choking moans mixed with the smell of all your arousal.
“ah! haaah… nngh! fuck, kento… romi… a-ahh!” you cried out when they bumped against each other inside you, trapping your womb between them.
“look at this fucking mess,” hiromi rasped without taking his eyes off the place where your bodies merged together. “you’re sucking us in so greedily. such a needy little hole for your bosses.”
nanami grabbed your hair, pulling your head back slightly so he could see your face twisted with pleasure. “hear those sounds, baby?” he slammed into you hard, and the elevator filled with a loud, filthy squelch. “that’s all you. you’re so fucking wet we’re practically drowning in you.”
“mmmngh! yes… more… ” you couldn’t even control the saliva dripping down your chin anymore, mixing with their sweat. your face stayed damp, your hair stuck to your forehead, and your eyes rolled back.
higuruma leaned forward and crashed his mouth against yours, swallowing your moan with his lips. his tongue moved just as aggressively as his cock while his hand kept squeezing your breast hard enough to hurt. when he finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva stretched between you before breaking against your neck.
hiromi tightened his grip on your thighs even more, lifting your hips so you stayed completely open for both of them. the elevator smelled heavy with sweat, bodies, and slick, and the only thing breaking the silence were the filthy sounds of their bodies slamming against your ass.
nanami slowly moved his hand down the front of your body. his fingers, soaked with your slick, found your clit. “look at this little thing,” he rasped, his voice vibrating through your spine. “look how swollen it is. you’re pulsing so much, sweetheart.”
he started playing with you, and the elevator filled with another wet, messy sound from his fingers moving against you. every touch sent a shock through your body.
“mmmngh! kento… ah!” you sobbed shakily as your thighs started trembling uncontrollably. “please… i wanna come… i’m gonna… mmhnm!!" “no,” he cut you off. he gave one deep, crushing thrust. “don’t even think about coming without permission.”
their pace grew even faster, turning into something raw and primal. nanami’s heavy thrusts from behind crashed against hiromi’s from the front. the mirror in the elevator completely fogged over now, thick drops of condensation sliding down it just like the sweat running along your back. you could barely breathe anymore, your moans dissolving into broken little whimpers.
“tell me,” nanami suddenly pinched your clit hard between his fingers, making your back arch violently as you screamed. “who does this sweet, greedy pussy belong to?”
“a-ahh! yours! only yours! always only yours!” you practically sobbed the words out, losing the last of your sanity from the overwhelming pleasure. “good girl,” hiromi whispered smoothly against your damp shoulder before kissing it. “such a good girl. keep taking us, baby.”
your pussy pulsed violently, burning from the friction and impossible fullness. every thrust from nanami and hiromi forced more slick out of you, thick drops falling onto the floor and adding to the puddle already spreading beneath your feet. you felt completely used, ruined, and unbelievably happy in exactly that role.
the tension inside you coiled into a tight, unbearable knot that was about to snap. from behind, nanami made one last, crushing thrust, driving into you to the very hilt with a loud, wet sound, while hiromi made a powerful lunge forward at the same time, pinning your uterus in a vise between the two of them.
at that moment, nanami pressed hard against your pulsing clit, and that was the final straw. you literally buckled in their arms. the elevator walls started to swim before your eyes, and a series of choking, ragged sobs ripped from your throat.
"mmmngh-a-a-a! god! god! i— aah!" you gasped, feeling the first wave of orgasm paralyze your legs. your pussy started to contract convulsively and rhythmically around them, trying to squeeze every last drop out. you felt every vein on their members, every movement that now felt a hundred times sharper. a frantic, wet squelching filled the tight cabin — it was your juices, forced out by their pressure, literally splashing onto the floor and mixing with sweat.
you felt everything inside flip. your stomach muscles cramped, you threw your head back aggressively, pressing the back of your skull into nanami’s shoulder, and you just stopped breathing for several long seconds. you were shaking so hard that hiromi had to grip your thighs in a death lock to keep you from sliding to the floor.
"yes, just like that," nanami growled, feeling your pussy literally suck him in. "cum on our cocks, our pretty girl." you could not answer. you only whimpered and shuddered in a long, agonizingly beautiful ecstasy. tears of happiness and shock rolled down your wet cheeks.
you were still shaking from the lingering waves when you felt the blonde’s breath grow heavy, turning into a muffled growl. "fuck, you are so tight...so perfect baby..." he rasped, driving into you one last time with such force that you felt his pulse at your very center.
hiromi, feeling your tremors and kento’s frantic rhythm, also stopped holding back. his movements became sharp, almost rough; he literally slammed you into nanami, wringing the last moans out of you.
for a moment, everything froze. you felt nanami shudder through his whole body, his fingers digging into your thighs until it hurt, and he poured into you in a hot, pulsing stream. almost at the same time, hiromi let out a low, guttural sound and also went still, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, giving all his tension to you.
"so good mmm..." you went totally limp in their arms, feeling the scalding heat of their seed spread inside you. a sharp, mechanical sound and a sudden jolt of the elevator under your feet made you all freeze.
"hello, elevator number four? we have recorded a stop; we are restarting the system now. is everything alright with you?"
✮ bsf dad!toji fucks you in your mini skirt while his son is away.
it didn't start out on purpose.
your mom told you that some new neighbors — a father and a son — moved in next door and said you had to go make friends. you didn't feel like talking to anyone, but you did what you were told — you grabbed an apple pie and headed over. but some lad your age didn't open the door, an older man did.
a hot older man with biceps bigger than your head.
"were you lookin' for someone, sweetie?" he asked while you just stared at him without blinking.
from that day on, your skirts got shorter, your tops got way more revealing, and somehow his son became your best friend — just so you could drop by their house whenever you wanted. and you did. you leaned over the table way too far, accidentally spilled milk on your chest, and licked your yogurt spoon like you were auditioning for a porn.
of course he noticed.
so he hit you up through his son's computer, inviting you over because you needed to work on a biology project.
you didn't even have biology. you should've known — and you did. but who were you to say no to a little extra credit?
you showed up in that same trashy top that showed off your nipples and a pink mini-skirt that barely hid your ass.
you were totally ready for an anatomy biology lesson.
next thing you knew, your face was buried in the mattress and your ass was hiked up high. "teased me all fuckin' month, didn't you?" his voice vibrated right over you, followed by a loud, wet smack on your cheek.
he didn't even take your skirt off. you whimpered and tried to cover up, but he swatted you again and spread you open with his fingers. "don't you fuckin' dare hide from me," he growled. "you begged for this when you walked around in those tiny-ass skirts."
you pushed back against his hands — you were already soaking your inner thighs, and the cold air hit your wet skin, making you gasp. "h-hngh! t-toji!"
he let out a short, raspy laugh and slapped your red ass again. "look at you," he said. "leakin' like a little slut for your friend's dad." then he gave your clit a sharp smack — your body arched, your ass jerked up, and you let out a loud moan. "yeah, scream so your parents hear how much of a needy slut they raised."
he shoved three fingers inside you all at once, no prep — cuz you flirted way too much with the neighbor kid yesterday and it pissed him off. "it’s — it’s too much!" you whined. "mmngh!... i can’t..... i can’t!" but he didn't care. he moved his fingers fast and hard, stretching you out like no toy ever did. "is this what you pictured when you touched yourself?" he whispered with a smirk. "me rippin' your little pussy apart with my fingers?"
you gasped for air and nodded aggressively making him laugh, then suddenly rip his fingers out, making you sob from the emptiness. "toji... i want..." but you just got another smack, and then he pulled down his sweatpants and settled behind you.
he rubbed his hard cock against your folds, slowly, with pressure, grinding against your clit in circles. "i'm gonna fuck this attitude right out of you," he spat. "is this what you want?"
you didn't have time to answer — he slammed into you all at once, no prep, no condom. "ha-ah! wait... toji, you’re without a... mmh!" you breathed out, and he leaned on his elbows, pressing his mouth to your ear. "if you’re gonna act like a slut, i’m gonna fuck you like one."
the sound of his balls slapping your clit echoed through the whole living room, your pussy squelched loud and filthy - wet, and the couch under you was soaked through — it would need a professional cleaning. "want me to put a baby in you?" he whispered, slamming even deeper. "so young, and you’re gonna be full of my seed. you wanna give my son a little brother?"
he ripped you apart from the inside, his bicep crushing your neck while your hair stuck to your sweaty temples. any other day you would've actually processed what he was saying — but right now, with his huge cock that deep? you were just a wreck whining under him. "y-yes!" it ripped out of you like it wasn't even your own voice. "i want it so bad, toji… please… m-mnh… i want your baby… ha-ah!"
he picked up the pace and swatted your ass. "gonna make you a young mom, huh? is that what your sweet little pussy wants? for me to blow a load deep inside?" you tried to talk back, but he shoved two fingers in your mouth — and right then, the orgasm hit like a freight train. you came hard, clinching down on his cock and sobbin' around his fingers. he yanked them out of your mouth and sucked 'em dry himself. "that's it, baby. cum all over my cock while i put a baby in you."
he hammered you into the mattress — shifting between wide circles and pulling almost all the way out just to slam back in with one heavy thrust. you bucked your hips to meet him every time 'cause even after coming, you were still starving for it.
at the last second, he pulled out — just in time, 'cause you were still way too young and he didn't give a single fuck about dealing with your parents having a goddamn meltdown.
more?
! took the art from pinterest, couldn't find the artist — lmk if you know. sparkle cr: @kthice
[ SUM ] - club owner!toji teaching his short-tempered waitress that she’s his favorite. (possessive reader x a manipulative toji)
[ PAIRING ] - club owner!toji x waitress!reader
[ TAGS] — MDNI. 18+ ONLY. NSFW. piv. dubcon, age-gap (39 + 20s), spit kink, dacriphilia, slight breeding, boss x employer, pet names, riding, spanking, sloppy oral m!receiving, cockdrunk, exhibitionism, kinda manipulative toji, reader has a short temper, possessive/needy reader. wc: 6.2k
[ A/N ]- ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ i neeeeeed him badddd
“yeah, doesn’t it feel good?” toji coos, eyes heavy as he continues to rub your clit over your drenched panties.
you have to stifle a moan with the back of your hand as you nod, “mm,” you squeak out. especially when you’re propped up on his desk, legs spread open and skirt pushed up to your waist as he sits reclined in his chair, bulge obvious against his pants.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his eyes flick up to your flushed face and the nervous tears that swim in your lidded eyes. “I’m not gonna be mad.”
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
fuck me.
the immediate heat that swarmed your body at your own words had the older man clenching his jaw tight to control himself. and maybe he was being manipulative. maybe he didn’t need to tell you that the other waitress that sucked him off a month ago wasn’t his favorite, but he only needed the relief after the argument you had with her that got him riled up.
you also didn’t need to know that he’s already fired her and she’s not actually on a leave of absence because of a family emergency these past weeks.
you also didn’t need to know how much he’s been yearning for you ever since he’s hired you around seven months ago. especially when you’d follow him around the first month as you were learning. just a college student working part time here, but you cared so deeply about his opinion and doing a good job. and it wasn’t hard to find out that you liked the praise.
so maybe when you walked in on the older waitress that you despised sucking your boss’s cock, it made your blood boil like no other and the immediate thought that you weren’t mr. toji’s favorite had you seething and breaking internally. and he caught onto that quick.
so when you asked for a meeting to talk about your performance report for this month, he immediately responded and that’s how you ended up sitting in the chair in front of him asking if you’d done anything wrong.
“now why would you think that?” toji softly asks. you bite your cheek trying to stop these embarrassing tears from falling. you’ve never cried over anything this small, you definitely weren’t sensitive, and it wasn’t like he was going to fire you. but the fact that he was treating others differently…it made your mind go haywire.
“c’mere,” he lifts his palm out for you to come too. moving around the desk you take his hand, cheeks warming as you feel his rough palm close around yours as he looks up at you. “you’re doing an excellent job.”
“but—“
you stop yourself, biting your cheek.
that’s when he decides to stand up, his free hand gently cupping your cheeks, thumb softly caressing you as he leans forward. you can feel your heart hammering against your chest the closer he gets until you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead. that’s it? you feel your hand unconsciously grab onto his shirt, and if he wasn’t doing his damn fucking hardest not to lose it, well shit. instead his lips move downward.
kissing your temple.
then your cheek.
then the corner of your mouth.
“mr. toji,” you softly plead, unsure of what you’re even asking, and that’s when he gives you a gentle kiss to your lips. your fist tightens around his shirt as you lean up chasing his lips once he pulls away.
his emerald eyes glance between yours noticing the mix of anxiety, confusion, and need in your gaze.
he gently guides your hips back until your thighs knock against his desk. and you barely have time to register what’s happened because he’s already lifted you up on the surface, his hand guiding your own to his chest as he leans forward. his face inches from yours as you glance between his hooded eyes. his expression only made your heart race even more, he wasn’t angry, right?
“you’ve been more squeamish around me this week. did something happen?”
his question only had your blood boiling remembering the events of last week, and luckily for toji, you were too fucking easy to read with that bored and angry expression that flashed across your adorable features, immediately side eyeing the memory.
“hey,” his firm commad had you glancing back at him.
“I saw you,” you start, licking your teeth. “and Ruby, last friday.” your eyes narrow with frustration. “why did you do that with her?”
toji has to bite his cheek to surpress his smirk, because this is the first time you’ve ever given him attitude. yes, he’s seen you be rude as fuck to customers and people that have hit on you, and he’s had to step in multiple times before you threw a bottle at a customer. but still, even with all that, when it came to him, you were a fucking angel. too good for your own good that it was like a completely different person. he knew you adored him.
“why did i do what?” he pushes. maybe, he wants to see you angry. see you frown at him.
he notices your jaw clench momentarily. your fingers caressing the hairs on his forearm as you meet his eye. “do i have to say it?”
he smiles. “indulge me.”
you inhale sharply before exhaling slowly, clearly he’s getting under your skin by playing dumb. but still, you bite. “why did you let that bitch suck your dick?”
toji’s dimples press in as he holds back his smile again, his heat slowly disappears as he walks a step back to plop down on his chair. you frown even more at the silence that follows as you sit up to look down at him. the way you cock your head to the side in annoyance only seems to egg toji further, but unlike you, he can practice a bit of patience.
“well?” you snap.
“well what?”
“well, why did you do it? she’s a horrible manager, and she’s a fucking bitch, and-and yeah.”
“and yeah?” toji is beyond amused at the embarrassment that floods over your face. but not at all surprised that you hold your ground. and he has to reward you for that at least. he rolls his chair a bit closer, lifting your foot on his knee, hand gently caressing your ankle.
“do you let anyone suck you off then?” you’re not amused, not even when his calloused hands are caressing up your bare calves.
and that’s when he decides to bite. “just my favorites.”
he feels you tense in seconds. and he would feel bad if he didn’t meet your stern, but hurt expression. and it almost felt like he dropped a precious jewel and watched it shatter when you glance away.
“so I’m not your favorite?”
fhuck.
he inhales. you’re killing him. actively twisting the knife because he just couldn’t stop his twisted smile.
“you just started workin’ here. and you’re only part time, kid. I’ve got a lot of good girls workin’ just as hard as ya,” oh how easy it was for him to lie. as if any of his other waitresses could even come close to you.
you bite down on your jaw again. this was frustrating. too frustrating. the uncertainty that swam inside you, the hurt that you wished was behind you. it all became too overwhelming. the emotions you’ve never experienced before was terrifying and something you’d rather run away from now.
“mr. toji?”
“yes?”
“i wanna quit.”
woah, what?! toji blinks, of all the things he was expecting to hear, this was definitely not one of his calculations. “hold on.”
“I hate working here.” oh….a tantrum. “i hate that you let that bitch suck you off. and I fucking hate how it makes me feel now,” you ramble, no tears in sight, just pure confusion and frustration. you were slightly out of breath as you continue on. “I don’t want to ruin your club, but I don’t think I can—I can’t be here….” you pause, “I can’t work here and….not be your favorite.”
well fuck me, toji thinks. yeah, he knew how you were with being praised, but fucking hell, you definitely have some needy validation kink or you’ll spiral. exhibit A. but only for him.
luckily for him, this just made it even better. he stands up, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he moves between your legs. tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “let’s take a breath,” his voice was low and firm. his hand gently caressing your thigh, unbothered by how your skirt was riding up. he leans down to kiss the spot right below your ear. “you’re gonna throw a tantrum the second you don’t get what you want?”
your hand grips his bicep, almost bruising if it was anyone but him. “it’s not fair.”
“what’s not fair?” his words were clipped, harsh, but his lips continued to kiss your neck as you squirm, feeling him suck your skin. “tell me.”
“it’s not fair that I’m treated differently,” you tug on his sleeve, angry, even when he lifts his head to meet your eyes. your breath catches. you’ve never seen this expression on him. he looks angry. you frown even more, adorable brows pushing together even when he grabs your face.
he can feel the ache between his legs, the uncomfortable stretch in his pants. the urge to just give you what you want, those fucking eyes. and yet, he composes himself. he wants to drag it.
his eyes glance at your glossy wet lips, and he has to stop himself by putting his thumb against your lips instead. “open.”
you do.
and he forces his thumb in. you grip his forearm, and he forces himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue as your eyes fill up too quickly. you hate how stupid you feel, but feeling not only his eyes on you, but every bit of his attention on you, it was beyond exhilarating.
enough that when he sat back down on his chair, you weren’t upset. or when he rolled forward, rough palm caressing your thighs before he lifted your legs up to prop them on his spread legs so he can lean in and kiss your knees. even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of his desk and spread your legs apart completely.
hell, you fucking loved it, the attention, and he knew.
“cute,” he comments, eyes dark as he looks at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. his thumb stroking your inner thigh. “you still mad at me?”
his question had you slightly irritated. your eyes deciding that the wall in the corner was far more entertaining.
“really, doll?” he tsks, hand grabbing the inside of your thigh, hand so close to your core you sucked in sharply, preventing a gasp. “I’m givin’ ya special treatment right now,” he continues sliding his hand until his thumb pressed right against your clit.
your back immediately arched and the hand holding yourself up curled into a fist behind you. his eyes widen just a fraction, you were far more sensitive then he’d thought.
the heat curled up the back of his neck at the thought of your innocence. was he corrupting you right now? he bites back a groan, watching you grapple with your emotions, scanning your tense features. lets see how long it’ll take till you break.
he continued massaging circles over your panties, it didn’t even feel like any friction because of how wet and see through they’ve gotten, but you were definitely cracking, especially with his unapologetic and uncalled for comments. “you’re just a kid getting upset that your boss is handling private business in his office.”
“you didn’t lock the door,” you huff, getting hurt the more he spoke about what happened.
“it’s my fuckin’ office. everyone respects that, well except for,” he pinches your clit making you gasp out a moan. eyes filling up faster.
“mister—angh toj…ah,” you’re leaning up, face flushed and eyes swarming with hurt.
“yes?”
you bite your cheek. a tear slipping down and it was almost too satisfying for the older man too see, if it wasn’t followed by the glimmer in your eyes slowly dying off.
“doesn’t it feel good?”
your lip trembles, but you nod. “mmm, yes.” you cover your face with the back of your hand looking away. and toji almost wants to stop.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. and you’re already shaking your head sputtering out your true thoughts, no matter how embarrassing it may sound.
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
toji blinks. his hand stopping as he stares at you. seriously, you’re still on that. your adorable doe eyes waver, maintaining eye contact with him, because that’s all you’ve always had over him. that look. the same one you’d give him when you refused to work a table with disgusting frat boys. or when you’d ask to leave a few minutes early so you could catch the train home. it was so easy for you to look at him and only him like that, that it was impossible to refuse.
the tears glimmer on your waterline, slowly sliding down your cheeks and it makes him crack.
he easily, flawlessly, hooks a finger and slides your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licks a wet strip up your sweet pussy.
you gasp loudly, leaning back on your hands, whining as toji slurps up your arousal that had been collecting the second you walked in and that he purposefully caused. “toji,” you grab his shoulder, nails digging in, but he doesn’t stop. instead he wraps his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you moan louder than ever.
“you’ve been playing me like a fucking fiddle,” he growls, biting down on your clit only for you to tug his hair, hard.
“i wasn’t—angh!” he bites down again. your pussy was practically pouring with arousal as he shoves his lips back in. he’s never tasted something so good in his life, the sweet syrupy taste of your juices had him moaning against you. fuck you were sweet everywhere. “toji, please,” your nails dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out. if he wanted too, he could pull away, easy. but having you force his head between your thighs had him yearning, grateful he doesn’t need to beg on his knees because he could’ve done so without hesitation if it meant he’d get to taste you.
your chest was rising. your cheeks were flushed as toji leaned back, almost growling when he pushed your legs wider to take a better look at that glistening pussy.
“you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans, rubbing his thumb through your arousal.
“what’re you—“
toji hums, opening you wider. “just looking,” he smiles, leaning down, eyes flicking up to meet your eyes as he spat down on your pussy like a pro, and dove right back in.
he didn’t stop. his tongue slid into your hole, and you literally felt your body rise of the desk for a second. “angh—you’re—inside—mmm fuck—“ you were a fucking moaner, and not in the porn typa of way. but in the adorable squeaks and gasps that have him rolling his eyes back in pleasure. he just wanted to drink everything up,
“close…so close mmh toji,” your moans, so airy and smooth, toji sucked your clit, tongue stroking the bundle of nerves edging you closer and closer until your hips were lifting up with his arms as you came. he almost lost his footing as he held your squirming body, tongue still moving against you.
“toji! s’ too much, anghh!” you cry, nails pulling his hair until it really began to hurt and pulse.
“fuck me, baby, that hurts,” he growls, holding your wrist as he looks up at you. and that’s when he notices how flustered you really were. your thighs trembled as they slid off his shoulders a bit and your chest was rising and falling.
you were fucking breath taking. fuck, you were looking at him with so much confusion he was close to moaning.
he slowly turned your wrist over, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your pulse before he it slowly came up. he stroked your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “you’re adorable,” his compliment almost felt demeaning. your eyes narrow and turn away, frowning.
“fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“means exactly what i said,” he grunts, turning your cheek so you’re looking at him. “you want my approval. is that gonna make you stay?”
you hate to admit it, but ya maybe. “whatever.”
“s’not whatever, i want you to stay. so tell me what you want,” he’s caressing your cheeks again. his presence was overwhelming as he towered over you. “I’ll give you this one even if you’re acting like a fuckin’ spoiled ass brat.” you frown even more, but he continues. genuine, eyes holding no alter motive when he says, “anything you want, pretty girl, cmon’ i know you liked being spoiled.” he tsks.
your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”
he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.
“strip.”
toji blinks, really? but looking at your face, even you’re blushing furiously, but still nodding.
“in here?” he clarifies. you nod. “you’re fuckin kinky.” he chuckles but begins with the first button of his dress shirt until he’s shrugging the material off revealing his wide sculpted chest. he definitely couldn’t be real. his arms were huge, muscle everywhere as you blushed at the sight of his naked torso, and you blew a fuse when yiur gaze traveled down the expanse of his chest to his dark happy trail. it made you even more excited when he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“stop,” you command as the last item on is his boxers. His muscular thighs only framing the large bulge that’s pressing hard against his thigh. toji can’t contain his smile at your ogling, not even when you slide off the desk and step down to kneel in front of him pushing him to sit back in his chair. “can i?”
“it’s your game,” he smirks.
your small hand starts to palm his cock, as you lean in, kissing his covered tip. the choked grunt your boss lets out only spurs you on as you suck through the material of his boxers. the long work day still stuck to his skin as your eyes fluttered shut as his scent filled your nose making you drip even more.
toji bites back a groan at the sight, “dirty girl,” he watches.
you don’t respond, too busy nosing his cock. you definitely were no ruby, but seeing your less experienced self explore and worship him was worth so much more. especially when he lifts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers down his thighs, blushing furiously when the real thing bobs in front of you. your pupils dilate at the sight. ten inches, heavy as it hovers between his muscular thighs. his happy trail is dark and leads to a well trimmed base of dark black hair that makes you flush. his musk was strong.
you lean forward, pressing your lips against his tip taking a lick, then another, you lick your hand and spit on his cock, eyes large as you wrap your palm around him and pull the skin back seeing his engorged tip come out. fuck me.
toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.
if only he knew all his cute little waitress wanted was to see his big fat dick.
“it’s so big,” you mutter to yourself, as you lick up over and over like it’s some damn popsicle. and toji lets out a low sigh deep inside his chest. his hips rising spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.
“take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your doe eyes fluttering up at him for more instructions. all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your previous orgasm. he needed to take picture and make it his lockscreen. “open wide, like a big girl—yes, mmm just like that—“ toji groans watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.
he gently guides you down. “you can take sum’ore, nghh—“
his hand pushes his loose strands back, biting his cheek to prevent the noises threatening to come out.
but fuck, he swears watching you slobber all over his dick as you bob your head at your own pace. the lewd squelching of your mouth sucking him was cussing his stomach to tighten, abs flexing when your hand begins to wander to his inner thigh.
your cute face was covered in drool, lashes kissing your flushed cheeks as they remained closed when you took him just a bit deeper. your throat tightening on instinct, “christ—“ toji grunts low and rough, thighs spreading even more, fingers lacing through your hair. “you just wanted to suck my dick, mmm ‘s that it?”
you hum pathetically loud around him, making his jaw clench.
“look up at me, baby, let me see you,” he gently gives your hair a little tug making you whine, slowly coming off his cock, tongue hanging out like a little slut as you catch your breath. your small hand is remains wrapped tightly around his base lazily rubbing his giant member across your tongue. unable to part with it even for a breath.
“hah, y’know,” toji licks his lips, chiseled chest rising with each breath as he takes in this sight. his cock twitches, pre-cum oozing out and easily swiped away by your greedy tongue.
you hum, glossy eyes doting up at him as your lashes flutter like a seductress.
his expression is pinched, thighs flexing as he keeps your head still so you were only giving him cute kitten licks, controlling himself. “ya should’ve told me sooner that you just wanted this.”
you pout up at him, kissing down the side is his cock, holding it against your sticky cheek unbothered by the mess. he exhales sharply, an airy laugh escaping him.
“what?”
you frown, sucking and licking at his base, then slowly dragging your tongue back up.
“fuck,” his back arches, barely, head thrown back as he grips your hair.
“i thought…i just…i didn’t want you to hate me,” you finally respond, adorably glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was popsicle. you peck his oozing tip, over and over, before swallowing him again. you whine around him, eyes teary as you stare up at your boss.
“shit, you fuckin’ brat,” his abs tense even more as you pick up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. his eyes struggle to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choke more of his cock into your tight hot mouth.
“f-fuck,” toji stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flex. the sound alone has you choking a bit as a moan leaves your throat. he doesn’t mean too tug your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you start whining.
his heavy eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull. “good fuckin—fhuh-ck“ his cheeks were stinging, too stubborn to admit how this is probably the best fucking head he’s gotten in years. and it’s simply because it’s you.
his sweet sweet waitress with the biggest attitude and so quick to throw something at customers, having you desperately gagging on his cock as tears stream down your cheeks with determination. fuck he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock—
“ya like having your throat stuffed? eh, was this all you wanted,” he bites his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gag even more but remain determined, whining around him barely as you grip his thighs.
his chest was covered with a layer of sweat, his darkened green gaze bore into in the lewd sight.
another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he covered it with his hand, his other hand pressing a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.
you pull off, gasping for air, but immediately latch onto him, his hips jerk in surprise, you weren’t giving him a second to rest. your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body.
“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.
your eyes are so big and glossy as you notice the shift in his expression. his cheeks flushed as he tries to control your head. but you want it. you want to taste him in your mouth, the victory of making your boss cum would quench your infinite desire to please him.
toji swears under his breath as a loud grunt leaves him when you swipe your tongue over the vein again and again, your cheeks hallow. “what’d I fuckin’ say you brat,” his hips stutter, cheeks flooding pink when you bat your pretty thick lashes at him.
he’s so fucked.
once again, your tongue swipes against the sensitive vein, but lucky for him, you come off to breathe. your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and cum connect your bottom lip to his drooling tip.
toji huffs, partially frustrated and partially surprised, until a deep groan comes out from deep in his chest that sends shiver down your spine and cheeks flushing because you decide to wrap your both of pretty little hands around his cock and start jerking him off.
“fuck!—hold on—“ toji chokes, his once laid back position has moved to a better seated posture, with his hand gripping your wrist, mentally deciding whether he should pull it off and stop you, or if he’s really enjoying this.
you pout at him like you’re the most innocent little thing, and not like you’re unraveling his entire existence this very second.
you continue jerking his twitching cock, his jaw tenses, thumb rubbing your wrist. his neck was completely visible as it strained with pressure. the sweat that beaded his chest had your pupils dilating at the sight. why was your boss so fucking hot?
and so your lips returned to his fat tip, it was definitely an addiction. like a baby to a pacifier. sucking his tip was so gratifying. you whine, hand sliding down to play with your boss’s giant cum filled balls.
toji lost control the second he allowed you to get on your knees. he was letting you do as you please and he was desperately trying to control his orgasm, if that’s possible with the way you’re licking that vein.
“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”
he hunches forward, abs fully tensing as he grips your hair and spasms in your mouth.
his groans and grunts had your thighs clenching tight. once you tasted the first spurts of his thick cum hitting the back of your throat, you felt something hot flush through your veins.
“shiit—“ toji pulls you off his cock, holding his base with a tight grip, jaw tight, keeping his tip on your flat tongue. “this what you wanted—mmm shit—“ he grunts, slightly rolling his hips up into his hand, letting his chubby cock clench up and spurt more ropes of cum on your tongue and face.
you blink, lashes fluttering like a princess as your boss bites back another grunt as he covers your face in cum.
“fuck,” his slow exhale is met with his cock tapping your tongue, smearing his cum across your glossy lips. “you—“ he chokes, cheeks unbelievably flushed when you lick his tip and suck the remnants of his cum. “baby.”
his calloused hand stops your actions, grabbing tissues on the side as he affectionately holds your face and cleans his cum off.
you remain still. pretty lashes closed until he finishes. his thumb caressing your cheek, then your glossy lips, and nothing else was stopping him from tilting your head up, and when your eyes blinked open, his lips crashed against yours.
a gasp slips out, but easily turns into a whimper as he deepens the kiss. it felt like second nature, his tongue desperate as you meet him. rising up, you easily climb onto his lap. arms locking around his neck, kissing him with every fiber of your being.
“fucking’ tease,” he mutters between kisses, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.
your lips curl, earning a chuckle from the older man, his hands gripping your ass as he had you rock against his chubby cock.
he easily slid between your folds, grinding you back and forth. his tongue playing with yours, eyes half lidded as he watched your expression. “yeah, you like that?”
you hum, exhaling against his kiss, “yeah.” your tease sends a wave of heat through his body, his grip on your ass almost painful as he grabs his cock. his lips find yours again, humming in delight, slapping his hard cock against your ass, spreading your juices around.
“you gonna take it like one of my girls,” he exhales, calloused palm holding your ass apart as he feels the heat from your pussy.
however you pull away from his lips, warm breath fanning against his face as your chest heaves lightly. he bites back a groan, pressing himself against your ass again, watching your gaze narrow at him.
“only girl.”
he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.
“only girl, eh?”
you nod. eyes studying his reaction as you cup his jaw, fingers digging in as you stare him down. he doesn’t break eye contact, his tongue running across his lips, touching his scar as he swallows a groan.
“just me,” your voice is lower, stern. like you can tell him what to do.
he hums, lifting your ass up, and your body following suite, lining his cock against your tight hole. your lips hover over his, small breath escaping as he keeps his eyes locked on you.
“you telling me what to do?” his question was teasing, but the way he was staring you down was definitely a test. at least in your little brain. you hum, whining just a bit when he pushes his tip through your tight opening. your walls immediately stretching as your nails dig into his nape. “is that what’s happenin’ here?”
you choke, eyes fluttering, jaw momentarily slack as he rocks you on his tip.
“you forgot how to speak, baby? you wanna be a big girl?” his jaw tenses when your tight cunt squeezes him. “shiit—“ his grip tightens on your ass as you still hold his jaw, head pressed against his. eyes shut. “tight fuckin’ cunt,” he loosens his grip on your ass and brings a hand cracking down.
“angh!” your loud yelp has him grunting as he pushes more in, your lips press against his again. “it’s wait—haah-“ you choke against his lips as he tries to kiss you. but your breaking off into moans, unable to keep up with the unbelievable stretch. in this delirious state, you don’t realize he’s opened up your work shirt, revealing your breasts. “fuck I miss those bras that would unclasp from the front,” he mutters as he kisses the tops of your breasts. his fingers easily sliding up your spine sending shiver down your spine as he flicks over the clasp watching your bra slip down.
your fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. he moans around you, squeezing your ass with both hands. your eyes flutter shut, body heating up before he’s suddenly lifting you up, so just hit tip remained inside your right walls.
“deep breath, baby,” he huffs, biting his jaw as your eyes glance down at him.
“what’re you—“ the sentence immediately dies on your tongue, as he slams you down on his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making sure all ten fat inches of him are stuffed inside you.
“fuck—there we go,” toji exhales, groaning when you clench and shake over him. “you okay, baby?” he soothes a hand down your spine, your face buried in his shoulder, shaking. “baby?”
you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.
he massages your ass gently rocking you. “ya haveta talk to me, pretty girl—shit,” he tenses underneath you when your wall clench his fat length. you whimper again, feeling your boss’s cock twitching inside you.
“it hurts,” you whine, luckily he hears your small voice. his lips turn to kiss your temple as you hold him tighter.
“it’s big that’s why. but it’ll feel much better in a few minutes, don’t you feel full?” he coos, speaking so gently you’d almost guess he didn’t have his monstrous cock stuffing your little hole full.
you hum, wiggling in discomfort. toji hums, lifting your ass, biceps flexing as he spread his legs, and he drops you back down. “fuckk,” his groans sends a new wave of heat down to your core.
it took a few more thrusts, until you were rocking down, humming as you continued riding him. “haah yeah, jus’ like that baby,” his praises easily fueled your confidence.
you moaned, bouncing with his help, your ass clapping down against his legs as he continued helping your movements. your lips find his again in a messy kiss.
“hmm angh more—“ you whine, growing dumber as his palms dig into the flesh of your ass, his own cheeks flushed red as you drool into his mouth, the squelching of your pussy sucking him back in with every thrust.
“more?” he snorts, but nonetheless, spreads your ass before he starts thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.
“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”
your pitched moans immediately sent toji into a frenzy. if you couldn’t get even more breathtaking, his teeth sink into your neck as you whine, nails digging into his nape and shoulder.
“fuck—tight fuckin’ cunt sucking me to—shiit“ toji grunts out more curses as he licks over the deep bite mark on your neck.
your mixed cum is webbed between your plush thighs, as he thrusts harder, and you can’t help leaning to his lips again whining his name like a prayer until he meets your kisses.
too caught up in the moment, toji missed the repeated knocks on his office, until one of the bar tenders opened the door, the loud music from the club downstairs filling in the room. and the sight of the short tempered waitress crying and whining as she rode the boss’s fat cock left him frozen in his tracks.
toji immediately sensed the door, eyes sharp and unforgiving as he met the poor man’s gaze. he kept his rhythm not wanting you to notice and freak out.
“angh toji—pleas—so big—fhuck—“ you moan, unbeknownst to you, your boss is flipping off the man at the door, and mouthing ‘get the fuck out’. because in seconds the man disappears and toji is back to a quicker pace.
“so good—ji—“ your eyes are glossed over, lips smeared with salvia as he slaps your ass again.
“gun’nu cum, baby? haah feel ya tighten on me, cmon—“ his grunts are starting to waver, a layer of sweat shining across his forehead as you whine louder, eyes filling with more tears as you kiss him.
“gun cum—fhuck—i—“ your lips form an o, as you feel your body loose strength and the build up deep in your core. the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his hairy pubes had your eyes rolling back as tears slipped down the flush of your cheeks.
“yeah, haha cumming’ pretty girl, my favorite girl,” his continuous praising had your orgasm crashing over you. legs shaking as he slaps your ass again, thrusts relentless. edging himself closer to his orgasm as you shake and hug him tighter, face pressed against his shoulder as you cry. “aww baby —“ he grits, breathless as he feels his core tighten getting so close as the lewd squelching filled the room. “my baby, look at me—wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”
your small body is shaking, before you lift your face, orbs glossy and face wet with tears as you pant, lips hovering over his, face so close to his, he was ready to bust right there, but instead you decided to kiss him again, absolutely fucked dumb. rocking back into each thrust even as it sent your body shivering with overstimulation.
“mine,” you kiss him, desperate. he hums as you continue whining, much softer and needier than before. “cum—please—fuck your cum in me t’ji—haah okay, okay?”
“shit,” a throaty groan escapes his lips at your words. “ya’ can’t fuckin—“
“please please,” you cry, sniffling with a moan, “i love you, I love yo—angh!” the sharp thrust immediately knocks the wind out of you and you feel the loud rumble underneath as toji groans. the deep groan rocks your core as you feel the hot sensation fill you up.
toji’s head is thrown back, hips locked up, chest heaving as another animalistic groan comes out along with another heavy spurt of cum.
you whimper, face pressed into his shoulder, hugging him tightly as he lifts your hips again, just for another wave of cum to crawl up and spurt inside you. you whine lowly, feeling so full as toji exhales sharply, before he moves to pull your ass up, his softening cock slipping out along with the cum that oozes out in fat messy globs.
toji shivers holding his cock as he smears his cum again and then slowly pushes in. fuck you’re so warm.
“baby?” toji sighs out, hand caressing your back.
you hum gently.
he nudges you softly, but you remain still, hugging him tighter, just like a spoiled little girl. toji exhales, head tilted back in the chair, arms wrapping around you as he appeals to your post-sex nerves.
“I’m your favorite,” you mutter it like a command instead of a question.
toji hums.
“just me,” you say it firmly, arms tightening.
“just you,” he gently caresses the back of your head, petting you.
“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.
toji holds back a chuckle as he smiles, “yeah, i know.”
“so I’m gonna stay,” your voice is slightly hesitant.
“is that a question?”
you finally peel your face from his shoulder. sitting up, looking down at him as he smirks. hand brushing your side.
“you promise it’s me. I’m your favorite,” you wipe some tears with the back of your hand as you glare at your boss.
his gaze flicks between yours, because he regrets it. not fucking you now. no, that was the best fucking thing he’s done in a long time. and he’s almost sure you were a virgin too, which made him have another feeling swell inside him. but what he regrets was making you feel this uneasiness.
he should’ve kept it in his pants and not let ruby suck him off, because now his precious girl was convincing herself to trust him.
he knows he’s disgusting. he knows you’re much better than him in every way. but he still leans up, kissing your hand then your lips, soft…sweet and whispers.
“you’re my favorite. that won’t change. I promise,” he waits for your eyes to find the truth written on his face, and feels a weight gently lift off his shoulders when you pout adorably, bringing a pinkie up. and he takes your pinkie shaking it with his.
to say that toji kept his word was an understatement. everybody knew that you were dating the boss. not only because unbeknownst to you, that bar tender told everyone how he caught you both fucking in the office, but also because of the possessiveness expressed on your end towards your older boyfriend.
you were always latched onto him. glaring at anyone that starred too hard, or tried to speak to him unprofessionally. it was cute having a cute little kitty thinking she’s a bulldog barking at everyone, but only seemed to draw the opposite affect on him, as he’d come up to you grabbing the bottle you were ready to throw at some man that tried to pick a fight with your boyfriend.
“there there, i got it, baby,” he’d calmly speak into your ear with a chuckle. your nostrils flaring as you hum in agreement, loosening your grip on the bottle and watching with arms crossed as your boyfriend handled it swiftly.
"stop fucking biting me!" he groans as you ride his cock, his eyes rolling back into his head as he wraps his thick arms around your waist to fuck up into you.
"s-sorry— jus'feelsh— s'fuckin'good, miguel!—" you whine into his neck, and biting him again.
if you keep biting him he's gonna fucking knock you up, he thinks— he growls into your ear— his mask dissolving down his neck so that he can reciprocate.
he bites you back, fucking hard.
you let out a loud strung out moan, shaking as he fucks you through your orgasm. "fuck! fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! miguel!" you yell out his name, feeling his claws dig into your sides.
"keep cumming. fucking cum all over me. I'll fuck a baby into you. you want that? want me to fuck a baby into you? yeah? wanna give birth to my fucking kid? take it then. fucking take it."
Your best friend is a vampire by birth, which means she's never eaten food or had the need to cook. When you get sick, she comes over and makes you breakfast in bed, proudly displaying a tray of burnt toast thickly smeared with peanut butter, undercooked oats with way too much cinnamon, and a cup of coffee with a mound of undissolved creamer on top.
You burst out laughing and burrow back into the blankets, mumbling that you're not hungry. She leaves the room, perturbed. A few hours later, you shuffle out of bed to get some water and find her in the kitchen surrounded by ingredients, watching cooking tutorials on her laptop. Later she presents you with a bowl of chicken soup, asking you to taste it. It's a little bland, but edible. She's over the moon when you finish the whole bowl, and announces that she's going to spend at least half a century learning to cook for you.
brothers best friend! Leon Kennedy x fem!reader
Summary: You hate his guts, but you love when he rearranges yours.
18+ minors and ageless blogs dni!
Warnings: smut, oral (fem! receiving), unprotected piv sex (pls be safe guys), fluffy ending, bickering (wouldn't call that angst), unresolved feelings, swearing (i think?), kinda enemies to lovers vibe
Is hating your brother’s best friend’s guts a canon event? Probably. However, Leon Kennedy was one of a kind. His cockiness, bad jokes, and stupidly handsome face drove you over the edge. He loved to tease you whenever he could about everything, really - how short you are, how you can’t find a decent guy, or what you were wearing. The constant bickering and banter between you two was so annoying that your brother would only meet him somewhere far from your apartment. There was just one thing your brother didn’t know: the only thing that stopped the fighting between the two most important people in his life, was them fucking.
The first time it happened, you had just turned 18 and were at a pool party. You fought with Leon over a drink choice so badly that your friends insisted you two take it somewhere else. You remember him screaming at you, and you leaning in to kiss him. That was the first time he ate you out in the garage.
After that, it became almost a tradition – every fight ended up with him in your bed, shower, or even the pantry. It was an unwritten rule between you two: it’s just sex and your brother can never know.
It was Friday, and your brother had planned a ‘boys' trip’ to the mountains. He had already left, leaving you home alone, free to play loud music and video games for the entire weekend. Unfortunately, your bliss was interrupted by a quick text message.
“Forgot the keys to the cabin, Leon will jump in to pick them up. Be nice, don’t kill him.”
Your heart beat faster as you texted your brother back: “No promises.”
You don’t even remember how you ended up in this… position this time. Sprawled over your bed, his lips teasing you through your panties.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers.
“And you’re so annoying,” you almost moan, tugging at his hair as he nibbles at the cotton underwear.
“Oh, so you want me to stop?” he asks, nuzzling your clothed sex one more time.
“Don’t even try,” you say, pushing him closer as he chuckles with satisfaction.
He doesn’t even bother to take off your underwear; he just pushes the material to the side to devour you with his tongue. Oh, and he was skilled. The pace, the motion, the pressure – everything was so deliciously perfect that it sent you over the edge in record time. Moaning his name like a mantra, you almost made him bald from how hard you tugged at his hair. He smirks at you again as he emerges from between your legs, his ego almost bursting from the satisfaction of making you such a panting mess.
“As sweet as ever,” he says, wiping his mouth and crawling up to kiss you.
You could feel yourself on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, his hands cupping your face as he ground against you.
“Leon, I need you now,” you whimper, and he doesn't hesitate.
His clothes leave his body in an instant, and he lines up his cock with your entrance. He observes your face as he slips into you, agonizingly slowly. He loved the sight of your furrowed brows and the way you bit your lip when you thought he was taking it too slow.
“Eyes on me, baby,” he scolds as you close your eyes in pleasure. You oblige, though, and he smiles again as you gasp at the feel of him stretching you out. “That’s m’girl, taking me so well,” he mutters as he slips in and out of you.
“I need more, Leon,” you mewl, and he thrusts into you harder, toying with your clit.
“You’d be such a catch if you weren’t so annoying,” he says between thrusts.
“And you would be such a catch if you shut up sometimes,” you say as you pull him down and change positions so that you’re on top. Before he can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss, riding him. “It's a good thing you have an amazing dick; otherwise, you’d be useless,” you mumble into his lips.
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he smiles, grabbing your hips to help you sink onto him.
You can feel another orgasm building up as he thrusts upward, your core full of his length. Your tits bounce up and down, and he reaches out with one hand to squeeze your nipple. You moan at the sensation, earning a satisfied sound from him. He could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, making him grunt. Your nails scratch his stomach as he quickens the pace, fucking you even harder.
“Leon, I’m not gonna last long,” you pant.
“I’m close too, sweetheart, if you keep squee-oh, fuck,” he groans as he spills into you, his dick twitching, hands gripping your waist as he rides out his pleasure. He pushes through the feeling of overstimulation, continuing to grind against you, his thumb toying with your clit. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, a different kind of softness in his voice. You brush against his thumb one last, sweet time before collapsing on him with his name on your lips.
He brushes your hair off his face as you fall onto him. He gently strokes your back as you lie like that for a few minutes.
“I hate you so much,” you mutter quietly, without any real bite to it.
He just chuckles and kisses your temple with a soft, “I know.”
He picks you up so you both don't make a mess and carries you to the bathroom to take a shower. He notices how your legs still tremble, which makes him smile to himself.
“Need a hand, sweets?” he asks, his brow raised.
“It’s all your fault,” you say, placing your hand on the shower wall to steady yourself.
“Oh, I know that.” His smirk makes your blood boil, but your heart also skips a beat. You mutter something incoherently as he steps into the shower, wincing under the hot water. “Are you showering in a volcano?” he asks.
“I’m just a beast from hell,” you retort as he washes you up.
“More like a fallen angel,” he says, making you blush as he shampoos your hair.
It wasn’t the first time that this “enemies-with-benefits” act had turned into something more… domestic. You hum as he massages your scalp.
“How is it going with that girl from work?” you ask, trying to sound as casual as you can.
“Oh, it’s not going at all,” he says, looking at you as you rinse your hair, steadying you with his hand. “We were on one date, and that’s all.” He shrugs, but you can feel there’s something else.
“I feel like you’re not telling me the whole story.” You tilt your head to the side.
“It’s, um…” he scratches the back of his neck. “She said she could feel I was thinking about something else the entire night.”
“And?” You turn off the shower, and he hands you a towel.
“I kinda was.”
“And what could you have been thinking about that stopped there being another date?” you ask, drying your damp hair.
“You.”
The confession leaves you baffled.
“Wait, what?” you ask, suddenly feeling too naked for this conversation.
“Listen, sweetheart, we both know that we don’t really hate each other anymore. We drive ourselves crazy, but not with hate anymore.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t you think we should try making this, I don’t know, a relationship?”
“I don’t think my brother would be happy with that,” you say before you can think, earning a laugh from him.
“I think he’d prefer me falling in love with you over us hating each other’s guts.”
You look at him for a moment longer, really taking in his naked form as he asks you to become his girlfriend. You knew emotions weren’t his strong suit, and God, you’ve felt something other than hatred for him for a long, long time now.
“Okay, Leon, let’s try,” you nod. He leans down to kiss you – this time slower, more filled with emotion than lust. “That doesn’t change the fact that I still find you infuriatingly annoying,” you whisper.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he grins.
A/N: as always: English is not my first language, so excuse me for any mistakes here, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to reblog and all comments are appreciated :)
update: there's a part 2 now, called "Lockscreen confessions", go check it out if you liked this one ;)
ex!toji couldn’t look at himself for weeks after the breakup after you sobbed at him to get help for his wellbeing , throwing pillows as the two of you had a screaming match loud enough for neighbours to hear
ex!toji still messaged you once every month to let you know he was still earning sobriety chips , not caring that he was left on seen every time because at least you knew he was trying his hardest for you
ex!toji never changed his relationship status on facebook , claiming you were just on a break with him whenever shiu asked why he hadn’t seen you in a while
ex!toji dropped off an ‘anonymous’ bouquet of your favorite flowers on the birthday he couldn’t be there for, along with a box of chocolates and a stuffed bear which you cuddled every night when you couldn’t sleep
ex!toji’s heart sank when he heard you crying on the phone when you rang him for the first time in months , claiming you do still love him and just became overwhelmed with the addiction and constant fighting
ex!toji sped to your house after hanging up, thumbing your tears and cupping your face in the darkness of your bedroom as he whispered in your ear; “shh, i know baby, deep breaths.”
ex!toji cracked a shitty joke when you finally pecked his scarred lips, chuckling to himself and earning a light smack! to his broad chest
ex!toji swore he’d treat you better this time, promising with sloppy kisses to your temple as he dragged his cock up and down your fluttering hole
ex!toji who fucked you raw & sweet on your birthday <3
a/n initially this was gonna be longer but i felt a little lazy . . . happy halloween my lovelies !! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა
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