three times you and toji almost get caught fūcking + the half time you get caught! warnings : public sēx. pet names. firefighter!toji. corporate worker!reader. @satoyesha
i. ON THE FIREFIGHTER'S 30 MIN LUNCH!
"a-ah, shit—gotta be quiet, ma."
toji's got your back flushed against the wall, plush thighs hooked over his arms. your covered ample titties were flushed against his, arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his hair and pulling it everytime his mean and thick tip hits that sweet spot so good.
the both of you were in the dark and barely-lit storage closet of his station's lunchroom, another fifteen minutes into an already late thirty-minute break. toji's uniform is halfway off—suspenders at his hips, compressed black shirt still intact and big dark boots still on. and you—you were still in your corporate uniform after sneaking into his station's lunchroom more than half an hour ago.
"n-ngh—how can i be fu-fuckin' quiet when—oh!" you could barely finish your sentence, head lulling back into the wall, gasping when toji rolls his hips ever so slightly while speeding up and elongating his strokes.
you really were trying your best to be quiet—concealing your moans by biting your bottom lip on occasion or hiding your face into the crook of his neck. and toji wanted you to be quiet too as he scandalized his very crucial position in his workplace—but he relished in your moans and cries, so much that he can barely conceal his own, each borderlining on whimpers and minimizing on soft grunts.
"gotta—hngh—gotta find a way, then," yet his strokes contradict, smiling feraly as he bullies his fat and glistening cock into your abused cunt. "don't wan' us t'get caught, mama. gonna miiiss this pretty fuckin' pussy."
his words only spur you on, your fucked-out smile turning into feral cries as toji licks a long stripe up your neck, dragging open-mouthed sloppy kisses to the line of your jaw and finally falling upon your lips. the knot in your stomach tied fast and was building with speed, with toji quickening his pace, his angry tip kissing your cervix and with you clenching around him, coating his base with a ring of your spend, and before any of you knew it—
you're wailing as the wave finally hits you, with toji trailing in just behind you, filling you so much and painting your gummy walls white with his cum. he pistons into you for just a few more seconds before stopping and holding you close, the both of you breathing heavily.
and just as it ebbs, you're hearing heavy footsteps tread along the floors, and very faint callings of toji's last name.
and the firefighter just chuckles, dropping you slowly onto your feet. "you almost got us caught."
you could barely see him from there being barely any light in the closet, yet you slapped his chest hard, lips balling up as you whisper, "yeah, well maybe we shouldn't be fucking in your work's closet!"
"doesn't change the fact that you're fuckin' loud."
you were about to hit him again when one of his coworkers came calling.
"where the fuck's fushiguro? fushiguro!"
ii. IN YOUR CAR… THAT'S BESIDE YOUR BOSSES CAR!
"why the fuck would you park h-here?"
he could barely get the words out with you absolutely taking his soul with your kiss, nearly shoving your tongue down his throat, pussy clenching wet around his thick cock, dripping with lust and need.
you're riding him with everything you've got in the passenger seat, thick hips jumping up and slamming down on his. he's wearing casual clothes—(this being because you dragged him to your workplace on his day off)—while you, again, were stuck in your tight corporate uniform, with your skirt hiked up and your shirt unbuttoned at your tits. you've got no care for the outer-world, mind broken on the sheer determination of making sure you cum, and while doing so, you take toji's soul.
"sh-shut—" you kiss him once more, feverishly biting his lip, "the fuck up."
toji just smirks against your mouth, placing both his big hands at your waist, gripping the flesh before he begins to move you up and down on him as if you were a fleshlight. his head hits the chair with each damning stroke, nearly whimpering as you purposefully clench around him, a ring of cream and cum coating his shaft and your entrance.
and just as you forcefully turn his head, exposing the pale skin on his neck to lick a fat stripe up on it, your eyes open and latch onto the next car through the slightly tinted glass window.
and that's when you realize—you're right beside your boss's car.
your boss’s fucking car. and you couldn’t even tell if he was inside or not.
any minute now, he could either go into his car or come out, and his eyes could immediately locate you and your husband, who were both in an. . . indecent predicament. and he won't say anything of it to your face—he never does, to you or anyone for no reason specified—but he'd shade you for days before calling a meeting with HR.
and you would think, with this revelation, it'd make you wanna stop, immediately get off your husband's fat and maddening dick, and never show your face again. but it all just made you. . . even more scandalous and turned-on.
and, again, before you know it, you're cumming around toji's cock for the second time in that same car.
iii. WHILE ON THE PHONE WITH YOUR CO-WORKER…
"y-yes. . . fu—mm! yes! exactly!"
this was the second time you've forgot you were on the phone. especially with someone you're required to hold in a high regard (even though you could barely give a fuck about that woman) it wasn't hard to forget you were on it, notably when your husband's on his knees eating you out for his pleasure and his only.
you're sitting on your comfortable and at-home work chair, legs spread open and ample thighs thrown over his shoulders and encased around his head. you're trying your absolute best to conceal your moans—occasionally hitting the mute button on your phone, or when it's cutting too close in time you'd bite your lip or cover your mouth.
but the way toji's eating it—tongue abusing your entrance as his nose indulges deeper into your puffy and sensitive clit, the tip of his tongue dipping in and out, savouring in your sweet juices—it's entirely impossible.
"yes! exactly, that's what i'm saying—you can't only fucking refer to me as your 'casual friend' but then sleep with me under the covers. . . so not cool!" the woman in your ear rambles off, forgetting the actual importance of the call and the reason she dialed your number.
toji chuckles, and the sound vibrates in your pussy, sending you closer to the edge.
"h-hah—" you shudder, "r-right! right—yeah, he shouldn't h-have done that. sh-shit's not fair, y'know?"
toji looks up at you through his eyelids, tongue licking a long stripe up your pussy before latching onto your clit, sucking and catching it between his teeth softly, making you go cross-eyed from the feeling alone.
you wanna slap him for putting you through this torment. you wanna beat his ass—but all you can do is open your legs wider, grind your pussy against his face and pull at his hair everytime he eats it good.
gosh, you hate your husband.
"yeah. . ." the woman trails off, voice sounding as if she's caught on to you, "you okay girl? your voice is shaking, and you sound scared."
your eyes widen, and you try to slightly lift his head from between your legs but he wouldn't budge. "n-no yeah! yeaah i'm okay! i'm just. . . waxing."
the call goes silent for a beat. "waxing?"
you give a sheepish smile to toji, who's already staring at you, holding in his laugh. "yes, waxing! i'm tryin' out this new—um. . . whatever you call it—and it's working good! s-so. . fuckin' good."
"yeah. . . okay! well you gotta send me some! my legs are soooo hairy, and—"
"o-oh! just—gimme just one second, 'k-kay? be r-right back!"
and soon you're abusing the buttons on your phone. you wish you could hear her out, but the knot in your stomach is growing at an excessive rate, and you're clawing at toji's head at an attempt to slow him down but he wouldn't budge. it was almost like he knew you were about to cum, and so you did.
toji laps at your cream, gutturally moaning as your hole clenches around his tongue. you cry his name, sun-kissed thighs closing around his head.
and when it ebbs, your phone nearly escapes your grasp, but you catch it as soon as you gather yourself back into the shape of you, chest heaving and legs twitching, quivering pussy hit with the cool air as toji sits back and stares at his work.
"you're fuckin' crazy, toji." you smile at him, and he sticks his tongue out at you.
he leans forward, slapping your leg softly. "you married me, didn't ya?"
and just as you tapped on your phone, expecting your screen to brighten up and show the your co-worker's caller ID, you notice something.
the call's still going on, but it's silent. and you, poor you—your eyes are shot wide and your jaw's reaching the earth's core, heart palpitating aggressively. and that's when you hear it.
"girl. . . what the fuck just happened?"
this was horrible omg 😭😭😭 sickness got in the way of this but i needed to write sum of toji so… 👅
