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✮ 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?"
ragebaiting gruff older bf toji, except you're all sweet about it ♡
hes by the door first, boots half on, shoulders already set like hes halfway out of the house, and youre leaned against the wall watching him with that soft, sweet look that never matches what comes out of your mouth.
"...when are you leaving again?" you ask gently, voice light like youre just making conversation.
"couple minutes," he mutters, not looking up, hands busy with his laces.
"thank god."
his hands stop, not even subtly, just completely still, head lifting slowly as his eyes cut toward you, sharp and unimpressed, jaw tightening as he takes you in.
"watch how you speak to me," he says, low.
you blink at him like you didnt say anything wrong, then lean in and press a soft kiss to his cheek, warm and quick, right over the tension sitting there.
"youll be back later," you murmur sweetly.
that doesnt help at all. his hand drags down his face before it drops to your waist, pulling you in just enough to make you stumble closer.
"you gettin' real comfortable talkin' like that," he mutters. "keep pushin' me."
you just hum, pleased with yourself.
later, after he comes home, youre stretched across him on the couch, soft and settled like you havent been picking at him all day, even over text while he was at work. your weight pressed into his chest while his hand moves slowly along your back, steady and absent.
the room is quiet.
"…what did you think of me the first time you saw me?" you ask, tilting your head slightly as you look up at him.
he glances down at you, fingers pausing for a second before continuing their slow path.
"thought you were real cute," he says. "real quiet…kept lookin' at me like you didnt know what to do with yourself."
your lips twitch just slightly.
"figured youd be trouble." he adds, thumb dragging along your side. "didnt think youd stick around." that lands softer than you expect, and you let it sit, and then-
"I thought you were a piece of shit."
his hand stops flat against your back.theres a beat where he just stares at you, brows pulling together, something between disbelief and irritation settling in his expression.
"…you got a real nice way'a talkin 'bout your man," he mutters, voice low and rough. you look up at him like its nothing.
"you looked mean," you add softly.
his jaw shifts, tongue pressing against his cheek before he exhales through his nose, clearly annoyed, clearly holding it back. before you can answer, you lean up and press a slow kiss to his jaw, right over the tension, letting it linger just a second longer.
"I like you now," you murmur.
his hand slides up to the back of your neck, not rough but firm, holding you there like hes deciding what to do with you.
"good," he mutters. "keep it that way."
by the time evening hits, hes already in a bad mood, shoulders tight when he drops onto the couch, one hand dragging over his face like the days been getting on his nerves from the start.
you dont give him a second to settle.
youre already climbing into his lap, soft and clingy, knees pressing into either side of him while your hands settle on his shoulders like you belong there.
"toji," you murmur, then again, softer, "toji….toji…toji.."
he exhales hard, head tipping back slightly as you keep going, your voice deliberately sweet and repetitive while your lips press quick, warm kisses across his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his mouth.
"you dont know when to quit, do you." he mutters, voice rough, irritation clear even as his hands settle on your waist.
you dont stop.
"toji…toji…" you repeat, pressing another kiss to his jaw, slower this time. his grip tightens slightly, pulling you closer instead of pushing you away, breath heavier now as he looks at you.
"been waitin all day to get on my nerves," he adds, eyes narrowing just a little.
you hum softly, pressing one more kiss to his cheek, slower now, softer, like youre easing him down instead of winding him up.
"maybe." you say.
he stares at you for a second, jaw tight, irritation still there but slipping, worn down by the way you keep touching him, the way you stay close instead of backing off. his hand slides up your back, pressing you in against him, holding you there like hes given in whether he wants to admit it or not.
you just smile against his skin, soft and smug, kissing him again, slower this time, lingering at the corner of his mouth before shifting to his cheek.
"you love me," you whisper.
"yeah?" he mutters, quieter now.
his grip loosens just enough to settle, his thumb dragging slow along your side while his breathing evens out, the tension finally easing out of his shoulders, and you kiss him again like youre sealing it.
and then- his hand lands on your ass, sharp and firm where he gives you a swat. you squeak, jolting up, and he just huffs a laugh.
Description: John and Arthur have a run in with an American woman who happens to be a mob boss like Tommy.
Warning: Smut, clit rubbing, sex against a window, Tommy fantasizes about taking the reader everywhere.
Word Count:2,080
Request:
Is it ok to ask for tommy shelby X Reader
He met his match when he meets y/n whos a mobster running a seamstress shop . He saw his brothers arthur and john got dragged out by her when they messed with her staff
“A Woman? Running the shop?” Tommy asked his brothers who reported the new shop that just opened up a few blocks away.
In these times Tommy knew that a new shop could mean underground business that he would need to get in on or ruin but hearing that a woman is running it, the idea leaves his head.
“A pretty one.” Arthur says with a smirk.
“She’s got long hair and a pretty body.” John says and Tommy rolls his eyes.
“Don’t go harassing her. She seems harmless.” Tommy tells them but he has no idea.
She smirked seeing the two peaky boys walking in her shop. She knew that all they saw was a pretty body and sex, that was perfect. They didn’t suspect a thing at first. She played dumb when she first met them, acting like she had no idea who they were but she knew everything and she couldn’t wait to meet the boss, Thomas Shelby.
“Hello boys.” She waved at the two boys who gave her love eyes as they approached her.
“Got new staff?” Arthur asked, looking at the guys that were dressed in expensive suits that were eyeing them.
“Just transferred in from America, my old home.” That was the one thing they didn’t tell Tommy. She was American.
“They look tough, you scared some scary men gonna come in ‘ere and hurt ya?” She wasn’t worried about that, not one bit.
“Nothing to be scared of. But they work hard for less.” She winked at them.
“In this little shop?” Arthur asked, amused.
She shook her head with a chuckle, “There’s a lot you don’t know about this little shop.” John’s smirk dropped and he eyed the men.
The way that they were dressed was not made for the shop.
“What kind of business is this then?” He asked her and he saw her smirk drop for a second.
“Who’s the real owner of this shop?” Arthur looked around, the men staring at them now.
“Is it you?” Arthur walked up to one of the men, getting in his face.
John laughed and walked up to another one and did the same, “Think you can hide under all of this?” She looked at the peaky boys, unimpressed.
She let them carry their act for a little bit before walking up to them, grabbing their arms, yanking them away from her men. She pulled them out of the small shop and glared at them.
“Go to tell Tommy that the next time you boys wanna play badass in my shop, he needs to be there.” She said, the look in her eyes dark and dangerous.
They realized that she was the true owner and just like Tommy, the boss.
“So she is running a business within the business?” Tommy was impressed and wished that he had seen this.
She seemed like a badass and played his brothers like the toys they were. He hid his laugh as they told him all about her and how she knew about him.
“I’ll go meet her but I'm going alone.” He told his brothers and they tried to protest but he stopped them.
“I’m sure she’s harmless.” He said but they remembered the look in her eyes.
Tommy showed up to her shop right before she was going to close it, he walked in and she went to speak, tell the person that had the audacity to walk in late that they were closing.
“We’re closed.” Tommy froze in place at her voice, she was American.
“My brothers failed to tell me that you were from America.” She looked up and smirked at the sight of Tommy Shelby.
“So what did they tell you?” She asked and walked around the desk.
“That you aren’t just the owner of this shop.” He motions to it.
“Took them long enough.” She bit her lip, eyeing the man.
“You had them fooled with your charm.” She smirked, “It’s a gift.” He looked around, the men in the suits were nowhere in sight.
“You failed to hide it well after the men in suits that they told me about.” She laughed and walked closer to him.
“You must be confused, Mr. shelby. I didn’t fail at anything. I wanted them to find out so I could meet you.” She bit her lip.
Tommy was no idiot to seduction and she was bold. Whether it was business or lust it made him want her.
“I’m you Mr. Shelby just with different parts. Those men in suits work for me and I don’t play nicely with boys like John and Arthur who threaten my men because it makes them seem like badasses. I’m not a threat.” She whispered the last part, much closer to him than he remembered.
Her smell was intoxicating as was her voice. Her confidence made him hard and as much as he loved his brothers, she was right.
“You are the man of the company Tommy, not them. They need to know their place.” He couldn’t agree any more.
He stepped closer to her, they were face to face and the tension rose.
“My brothers do know their place but you didn’t just move from America for better business.” She smiled at him and nodded, he was right.
She wasn’t here because she thought she would get more business or that her looks would make her popular with the British boys but she had heard all about Tommy Shelby and the gang that calls themselves the Peaky Blinders.
“You’re right I certainly am not here because the business would do better.” She admits and though at first it seemed like she was ashamed of the reason.
“I came because of you.” Her face was red at the confession, like she just spilled her biggest secret to him.
“You a fan?” He asked, cocky and all.
She wanted to slap him for the way the words rolled off his tongue, like he was teasing her. He was, this was not what he expected her to say.
“You’ve gotten your way around the world it seems.”
Tommy was a very powerful man and she was a powerful woman, a blind man could see that.
“What do you want with me then?” With and not from, he must’ve confused the words though the offer was tempting.
“You run a good business, I run a good business..” She felt like she didn’t have to finish her sentence, he got it.
But like every man he needed the boost to his ego.
“So what? Are you suggesting we work together?” She wanted to walk away and act like this never happened, it was embarrassing.
She wanted to call him out for being a dick and making her point out the obvious.
“I think that’s a good idea, best idea actually. My men could be quite useful.” She says and Tommy looks at her.
Her men didn’t interest him, not even a little. She did. The way that she acts and carries herself, the fact that all that disappeared just so she could tell him that she moved to a different country for him.
“Oh luv I don’t care for your men. It’s you I want and I don’t even have to beg.” He wouldn’t beg, he would just take.
The place felt hot all of the sudden, like the sun was beaming inside the shop. Her pussy fluttered at his words, her thighs begging to squeeze together to relieve some of the pressure. She kept eye contact with him as she walked to the windows at the front of the shop.
She closed them as she does every night she closes the shop until morning though there seemed to be more at stake. Tommy dropped his hat on her desk and walked over to her, striving with confidence. Her breathing picked up and it was in mere seconds that his lips were on hers.
She couldn’t help but let out a muffled moan against his lips, this was exactly what she needed. She cupped his sculptured face and kissed back nearly tripping over her own feet as she ended up back against the glass. Tommy’s skillful hands were all over her body, gripping and squeezing her, feeling her up.
One of her hands made its way to his hair as the kiss deepened, both of them breathing heavy. His hands tugged at her dress that she wore. She wanted to pull away from the heated kiss and beg him to rip it and just fuck her against the window but she didn’t. He went in between her legs and lifted one of her legs on his hip so he had easier access.
His rough hand made its way up her leg. She was panting in his mouth and he moved to attack her neck. She was whimpering and he was barely touching her yet. His hand inching up to her wetness until he was in contact with the cotton panties. Her head fell back against the window as he rubbed the wet spot growing in her panties.
She felt weak on the legs and the rubbing didn’t help. She was letting out breathy moans as he bit and sucked on her neck. Her hands were gripping his suit jacket tight, tugging it. Her jaw dropped as the rubbing increased, her clit pulsing with the need for more.
“Please.” She breathed out and he pulled away from the neck, giving her a lustful look before kissing her again.
He tugged her panties down and she heard the fabric rip, causing her to gasp into the kiss. He threw the fabric behind him and moved to undo his dress pants.
“I plan to take you all over this shop.” He tells her through pants and she hopes he can keep that promise.
She gasped feeling his hard cock right against her wetness. He was big and thick, just how she imagined, just how she liked it. He pushed inside of her, barely giving her time to adjust. She wasn’t a virgin so it wasn’t really needed but she was tight like one. Tommy couldn’t help but moan a little and she closed her eyes, loving how it was right against her ear and his shaky breath as he struggled not to move.
“Move please.” She begged in a soft voice.
Her body was pressed right up against the glass as he thrusted, slow at first. Each thrust produced a whine from her lips as she let it carelessly fall. Her long hair was dampened with sweat as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of him. One of his hands was on the glass right by her head as he watched her face.
His pace quickened as she squeezed him tighter, he fought the moans that fell from his lips, only wanting to hear her. She tugged him closer with her hands, her leg that was around his waist pulled him closer. His thrust quicked to nearly slamming into her, causing her to sob. Oh if her men could see her now, submitting to Tommy Shelby like she was in heat.
She felt amazing around him, felt like silk and heat. He thought about tasting her cum as she sat on her desk, gripping the wood for dear life as she tried not to float away in pleasure. Turning her over and opening the curtains as her breasts would be up against the window, her nipples hardening against the glass.
He thought about her riding him in her chair as it squeaked and crocked below them. He even thought about bending her over his desk and fucking her doggy style while both his brothers were doors away. Her moans at this point were louder and her thighs shook. Her orgasm was approaching and it was making him dizzy.
“Tommy.” Her moan of his name was beautiful in that american accent.
He groaned and placed open mouth kisses on her neck as she nearly screamed his full name as she came. She gushed all over his dick and it was the hottest thing, making him let out a moan himself and cum with her. His hips stuttered some as he rode out their highs. They clung to each other with wet clothes from sweat and lust.
“I think our next meeting we should really discuss business.” She says once she’s able to think and talk.
He chuckles and kisses her cheek, “This is business luv.”
Caged - The Wedding Night || THOMAS SHELBY X READER || Part 01
Outline: Your father sold you to the head of the Peaky Blinders to pay off his debts. Now you're stuck with the most notorious mobster in Birmingham. Is he as bad as he seems?
Word Count: 1,660
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dark themes, multi-part
Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05
You stood in the foyer of the mansion, feeling dwarfed by it’s sheer size. You shouldn’t feel so out of place, after all, this was your home now. Wasn’t it? You were married to the man who owned it, so it was yours.
‘Are you coming in or are you gonna stand there gawking all night?’ The male voice brought you back to reality, and you turned, your gaze barely making out the figure in the shadows. His face was suddenly lit up when he flicked the lighter on, lighting the cigarette that was hanging from his lips. Thomas Shelby, your new husband. You wrinkled your nose; you hated the smell of smoke. Your father has always smoked in his office, but the smell seemed to permeate the walls of your home. You old home, you suppose. It was one of those office meetings that had gotten you into all of this mess.
Your father was a betting man; you always knew that. He never got himself into too much debt and somehow managed to wrangle his way out of it. Time and time again. Until now. Until he got into debt with the Peaky Blinders. A debt he couldn’t wrangle his way out of. And what else was the poor man supposed to do except sell his daughter into a marriage with a man who was more than a decade older than her?
You took a breath, waiting to feel the anger, the resentment. But nothing came; it was probably something to do with those pills. You stepped further into the mansion, clutching the tiny pearl purse as you moved.
‘This way.’ His voice was rough, turning away from you and leading you up the stairs. As you walked, your fathers words echoed in the back of your head.
‘Speak your legs for him, darling. Whatever he wants. Just give it to him. These will help. That’s when he shoved the pills into your purse, promising you that whatever happened on your wedding night would be a lot better with those. He had forced one down your throat before the ceremony. It had made you feel lightheaded, floaty, like you were drunk without having to down the whole bottle of vodka. But now the pill was beginning to wear off and, as much as you didn’t want to, you thought it might be a good idea to take another.
You wondered if they were the same pills he used to force mother to take, to keep her quiet and compliant. you tried not to remember her that way. You tried desperately to remember the bubbly personality she used to have, the one that lit up the room. That one that your father seemed to want to quell. Prehaps that’s why he kept you locked away in the country house, afraid that you’d become more like your mother, until he tried to dose you up too.
So wrapped up in your own thoughts, you didn’t realise you, Mr. Shelby, had stopped until you crashed into him, stumbling backwards. You looked up at him with wide eyes, the cigarette still hung from his lips, but his and was around your wrist, steadying you.
‘I-I’m so sorry, Mr Shelby-’ You mumbled, dropping your eyes to the ground.
‘There is no need for that, love,’ he interrupted your ramblings, his fingers loosening around your wrist when he was sure you were steady.
Even his casual use of the word ‘love’ seemed to send heat to your cheeks. Besides your father, you had never heard anyone call you that. He stared down at you for a moment before turning and pushing open the large double doors.
‘This is where you’ll say.’ he stepped to the side, giving you the space to walk into your new room. Your new cage.
The room was large, much to spacious to be just a bedroom. A large four-poster bed was against one wall, with silk canopies hanging from each corner. Each of the columns was intricately carved from oak wood, with delicate flowers and vines spiralling. The rest of the furniture matched it perfectly. The wardrobe, the vanity, even the chaise longue and coffee table in the middle of the room, were perfectly matched. There was a door on the other side of the room, one you suspected might be a bathroom.
‘Take a seat.’ he ordered, gesturing to the bed. You suppressed a shudder. This was it. You knew you should have slipped another pill before you got out of the car.
‘You can stop shaking, love.’ he chuckled, stepped forward. He took the cigarette from his lips and stubbed it out in the crystal ashtray that was on the bedside table. Already there and waiting, like he knew he’d be here eventually.
‘Hand them over.’ he held out his hand to you. You stared down at it. What was he expecting? Did he have some sick and twisted desire to make you hand pieces of yourself over to him? Upon seeing your wide and confused eyes, he sighed.
‘The pills.’ he explained. Your cheeks burned as your gaze dropped to the purse in your lap.
With shaky hands, you clipped it open, the small paper packet with the pills in tucked neatly into the inner pocket. You pulled it out and placed the paper into his palm, not daring to look him in the eye. You didn’t want to know if he was mad, if he was furious. You squeezed your eyes shut as you prepared for the blow. But it never came.
Instead, you heard his footsteps cross the room, fading away as he entered the bathroom, followed by the sound of flushing a few seconds later. You kept your head down when you heard him coming back, still expecting the first hit. The slap. Some kind of punishment for hiding things from him. From your husband. you almost jumped out of your skin when you felt both of his hands on your shoulders.
‘Look at me.’ he ordered, but this time, he voice was softer, almost calming. You still didn’t move, your body frozen with fear. You tensed when one hand left your shoulder, you forced yourself not to flinch.
Flinching will make it worse.
You told yourself. What you didn’t expect was his fingers under your chin, gently lifting it to face him. You stared into his eyes. A vibrant blue that you could get lost in so easily. His face was inches from yours. Up this close, you had to admit, he was handsome.
‘I’ll not ‘ave you taking anymore of those, you understand me?’ he tone tried to carry anger, but you could hear something beneath it. Worry. ‘No drugs. Who even gave you those anyway? One of my men?’ he asked. You quickly shook your head.
‘M-My father.’ you finally spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. Mr Shelby stared at you, his eyes widening slightly.
‘Why would he give you those?’ he asked. You took a breath, unsure what to tell him. A lie he would see straight through, but the truth seemed so much worse.
‘He told me too,’ you uttered, hoping he wouldn’t press you for more.
‘You just take anything he tells you, too?’ he scoffed.
Now the pills’ effects had worn off, and you had no more, you could feel the anger bubbling inside you. He had no idea. He didn’t know you. Didn’t know your life, and yet he stood there and judged you? You bit your tongue, knowing that if you spoke now, it would come with a sharp tone, one that would most likely get you beaten.
Mr Shelby sighed, straightening back into a stand and rubbing his hand over his face.
‘No more drugs. You got it?’ he looked down at you, not waiting for an answer before he continued speaking. ‘No more listening to that father of yours. You’re my wife now, you listen to me.’ You nodded meekly, still trying to come to terms with being someone’s wife.
‘I ain’t gonna touch you,’ he added, which made your head snap up, your eyes locking on his as silent relief washed over you.
‘I’m not that kind of man.’ he continued, ‘You’ll not be touched without consent. Outside this room, however, you are my wife. Legally, publicly and everything else. You’ll travel with me when asked and attend whatever functions I request,’ he laid out the new rules of your life, but you could only seem to focus on one.
You’ll not be touched without consent
Just the simple words pulled all the tension from your body. You had been passed from one cage to another, and you had no idea whether it was better or worse. But at this very moment, it was better.
‘You’ll not hide yourself away in this room either. You’ll eat with me, three meals a day, and there is a library and a sitting room. Whatever your interests are, you’ll find them here,’
There was a silence between you, it hung in the air until you realised he was waiting for you to speak.
‘Thank you, Mr. Shelby.’
‘I’m your husband, not your employer. Call me by my name.’
‘Thank you, Tommy.’ you repeated, using the name you had heard his brothers call him. His lips quirked into a half smile, and he bent at the waist to lift your chin once more, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
‘Get some rest, Mrs. Shelby.’ he whispered against your skin. He lingered for a moment longer before pulling away and turning on his heel, exiting quickly and shutting the door behind him.
One cage to another. Who know’s if this cage was any better then your previous one?
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satoru gojo has a filthy tongue. you’d suspected it from the way he never shuts up, always talking—the way his lips curl around a filthy smirk as he teases others, making crude jokes. he’s always unfiltered, always shameless, but you hadn’t realised how bad it was until you started dating him. until he started talking dirty in the bedroom, and you realised it didn’t just extend to you. no, whilst he did saying filthy blush worthy things to you, what he loved to do, was talk to your pussy.
that’s right. the filthy, gorgeous man lives to croon sweet praise to your cunt, cooing over how needy it is as he pumps you full with his fingers, murmuring about how needy it is for him as he mouths and lap at you filthy and slow. “so so pretty, aren’t you baby?” satoru will croon to your pussy as he keeps your thighs pried open with two big, warm hands, tongue dragging from the bottom, up to your slit, mouthing at your clit filthily.
and your ears will go hot, stomach squirming. and he knows. knows how it gets to you. so he keeps doing it because hes an utter asshole who gets off on that cute little blush spreading over your cheeks and that glimmer of embarrassment in your pretty eyes.
“so fucking needy, soaked for me,” satoru will coo softly as his thumbs spread your open, dragging your pussy open for his eyes making your cheeks hot as you try protest. but he holds you open for his greedy blue eyes, even gathers spit in his mouth and lets it drop down, watching with a low pleased hum as it dribbles down you, your cunt clenching at the feeling, a low whimper pulling from you.
“so so pretty,” satoru murmurs softly. “mmm such a pretty little thing.”
and your cheeks are hot. because he’s not talking to you. no the menace of the millenium is talking to your pussy—his blue eyes lazily fixed on the slick, wet heat between your thighs where his long digits are lazily dragging over your swollen clit, coating it in his spit and your slick, making lewd squelching noises. “mmm so pretty, so desperate for it,” he coos and you choke, cheeks burning.
“satoru—“ you'll try to protest but he'll just grin, lazy, amused because he knows it embarrases you when he does that—of course he knows, the beautiful asshole. and he keeps doing it just to watch you squirm and flush under him.
“what?” he'll ask with a lazy drawl as he drags two thick fingers over your clit, squeezing it between them to make your breath hitch and back arch off the sheets, your slick making a mess of his fingers but he pays it no mind. “i’m just talking to her. she’s so needy baby. like she wants my fingers so bad.”
your cheeks will burn as you try breathe out, “do you really have to—“ and he'll grin, wide, like the asshole he is.
“of course i do,” satoru will croon softly as his fingers slide down your slick, soaked cunt, toying with you as he likes, drawing out whimpers and gasps, until you’re begging and whining for him to touch you properly. he loves it—watching you slowly break, the way your chest rises and falls faster and heavier, the way you’ll start to squirm under him the longer he plays with you, the dirtier he makes his words, until you’re a needy, desperate mess under him, begging for more.
“toru cmon—“ you 'll try breathe out as he laughs, low and rough.
“what?” he says empathetic and innocent, sliding his middle finger into you slow as he does, and you gasp and arch as he sinks into your soft, slick heat and he hums at the way you clench around him, always so hot and tight. “i’m just talking to her baby. she missed me, didn’t you pretty girl?” he coos softly to your clenching pussy and you try answer back but then he crooks his finger and your voice breaks on a gasp, fingers curled in the sheets.
“dirty, dirty girl, she’s so needy for it,” satoru will chastise, filthy, humiliating, making your stomach flip and a low whimper pull from your lips. “look at the way she’s clenching baby. practically beggin’ for me to touch her.” and you’ll flush and squirm and whimper and he’ll just keep going. “needy little pussy “ he’ll murmur as his fingers lazily rub over your clit, your slick clinging to his fingers, making the slide easy, slippery, too good.
“she’s begging for it baby. begging for me to touch her. you think she wants my cock or my fingers?” satoru will ask lazily as you squirm under him, gasping and whimpering as he rubs his fingers over your clit. “mmm,” he’ll continue to himself. “think she needs some fingers first. then i’ll give her my cock. fill her full of my cum till it’s leaking outta her, painting this pretty little pussy messy.”
and you can only whine under him, a flushed breathless mess for him to play with as he likes, like a cat with a ball of yarn, lazy, easy, toying with you like you’re his favourite game.
morning finds you stranded at the edge of the futon, sheets bundled around your shoulders, toes curling at the thought of the cold floor. you fumble around blindly, but come up empty.
"can't," you mumble. "floor's freezing. my slippers are gone."
knuckles tucked pensively beneath his chin, toji casts a glance at the floor, assessing the problem. then, without a word, he crouches in front of you. your arms loop around his shoulders as he hooks his hands under your knees and straightens up.
thus begins the search for the missing slippers.
yawning, your husband navigates through the apartment based on your (rhetorical) directions—near the balcony door? wait, did i leave them in the bathroom?
passing through the living room, you spot megumi cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to the TV, one hand absently stroking the white fur of his divine dog. you murmur a hello, ruffling his hair, while toji lifts the couch with a single hand.
"morning, mom."
from there, the trail leads naturally to the kitchen. morning light spills across the counters. inhaling deeply, toji scans the room, then suddenly announces, "we're getting you a new pair."
"why?" you ask, curiosity piqued. in response, he squats, reaches down, and lifts what's left of one slipper between two fingers—chewed nearly in half. the other is pinned beneath the black divine dog, its tail thumping guiltily against the floor.
husband!toji x reader | p in v | finger sucking | semi-public sex | 0.6k words
Toji’s finger glided across your thigh, opening your eyes to the cold, dark, childhood room you were staying the night.
“What?” You asked in a whispered voice
“You know what.” He replied and settled his bulge against your ass.
“Toji, we can’t. My family is still in the dining room. They’ll hear us.” You whispered in warning.
“They think we’re sleeping. It’s alright.”
“You can’t be too sure.”
“Then keep quiet.” He smiled against your neck as he planted a kiss. “Open up for me.” He coaxed gently by your ear.
You let out a tiny whimper as his large hand pressed against your stomach. “Let me fill this tummy, hmm?” He whispered against the shell of your ear.
You pried your legs open and let him peel off your panties. You whimpered as you felt his thick heat pressed against your wet pussy.
You both gasped as he slowly inched into you. “Shh, shh, shh. Relax.” He breathed out.
You held back a moan as he bottomed out in you.
He pressed against your stomach, causing you to feel exactly where he is. The pleasure made your eyes roll back into your head and allowed a moan to slip past your drool covered lips.
You both froze. There was no change in the family’s clatter. So, Toji continued.
Toji started to move in and out of you, slowly.
Tiny moans kept slipping out of your lips as he slowly, but surely, increased his pace.
His hand wrapped around your mouth to stop you from making noise as his pace quickened once again.
Your muffled moans became louder, almost causing a disturbance. Toji’s middle and ring fingers slipped into your mouth.
You grabbed his wrist with both of your hands, using his forearm as an anchor.
You sucked on his fingers in an attempt to subdue your sounds of pleasure.
Your body started to jerk as your orgasm built up. “Don’t close your legs.” Toji commanded, foreseeing what would happen from his vast knowledge of your body.
As the pleasure became more intense, your legs clamped down, pushing all but his tip out.
He turned both of your bodies on the bed. Now, you were lying flat on your stomach as his huge body pressed down and engulfed you.
His hand reached down to angle your hips. You choked on his fingers as he thrusted into you again.
“Mmm—Toji.” You moaned around his fingers as your hips jerked back into him.
“What, baby?” He asked against the shell of your ear. A smirk played on his face at how much he was overpowering you.
“Please—p-please.” You hiccuped.
“Hmm? I’m listening, baby.”
“M-make me cum.” You breathed out.
Without a word, Toji set a pace you loved. Your nails curled into the pillow below you as he managed to perfectly hit your spot every time.
Your moans muffled against his fingers as you tightened around him.
You felt his dick twitch around inside you as your orgasm pressed forward.
You let out a long whine as you came. You flashed in and out of consciousness as Toji placed kisses on your cheek and forehead, begging you to keep it down.
He pulled his drenched fingers from out of your mouth as you finally calmed down.
“There we go.” Toji grunted with each word as he came right inside of your fluttering hole.
“You gonna keep that in there for me?” He asked quietly.
“Yes.” You breathed out inattentively, unaware that you allowed him to stay inside of you all night as you fell asleep below him.
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a/n: I wanna write an omorashi fic so bad but i don’t wanna be seen as a weirdo *_*
ok but hmo toji and sukuna pissing in the bathroom next to eachother and toji says something sly about sukuna’s dick size, snorts that it doesn’t even look that big and sukuna scoffs and says it’ll feel big enough when he’s face fucking girls and toji goads him and sukuna says he probably couldn’t even take him so toji smirks and says he’ll prove it for $20. so sukuna puts toji on his knees and stuffs it down his throat and face fucks him right there and someone passes by (satoru perhaps) and hears it through the door oops
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