I need to delete tumblr for the sake of my standards because I cannot except the fact I’ll never have a boyfriend like Toji or Nanami and I’ll never live out the scenarios I read about…
toji zenin has no concept of personal space when it comes to you.
೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 CONTAINS .ᐟ just pure fluff, established relationship, clingy behaviour, uni au ( though its lightly mentioned )
despite popular belief, toji zenin was a very clingy man.
because there was no reason he should be laying in your bed in your dorm room, allegedly waiting for you.
“about time.” he grumbled, grabbing your wrist to pull you to bed.
“hold on toji, let me just do my skincare—“
“you already took too much of my time, no way.” he protested, you didn’t even have a chance to fight him before he dragged you down, pulling you onto the bed and pressing his chest on your back.
“seriously toji?” you deadpanned, though the immediate warmth from him made your heart flutter. he chuckled.
“seriously.” he affirmed, burying his face on the crook of your neck.
you frowned, turning your body and pressing your forehead to his chest, naturally his arms adjusted and wrapped around you while caressing your back. “how long were you here anyways?” your questioned, voice muffled by his shirt.
“two hours.”
“two hours?!” you exclaimed, turning your head to look at him properly, brows furrowed.
he rolled his eyes, “what? you gave me the spare keys to your dorm and said i can come by whenever.” a lazily smirk was on his face.
“yeah but why didn’t you text me?” when you frowned, he scrunched his brows.
“cause you told me you were busy doing that assignment you were assigned to do.” he muttered, pressing a kiss on the corner of your lips.
“couldn’t distract you.” he whispered lazily, making your stomach flutter, your cheeks growning warmer as you smiled.
“mm.. fine.” you nuzzled your face back onto his chest as he wrapped his arms even tighter around you while letting out a satisfying huff.
for a moment, it was only peaceful silence, and you could feel his gentle heartbeat beneath your cheek.
“hey.. toji?” you whispered as he hummed in response. it was evident from his tone he was getting sleepy.
“can i get up and do my skincare now?”
he let out a dramatic groan.
“i can’t believe you.” he whispered, making you chuckle at how ridiculous he was acting right now.
“cmon, it’ll be fast.” you found him tightening his arms around you, refusing.
you knew from experience he got even clingier when he was tired.
“cmon big boy, i’ll be fast.”
reluctantly, his grip loosened before you sat up, getting off of bed as he watched behind his tired eyes like an adorable cat who’s been woken up from a nap.
mid cleansing your skin, suddenly a muscular pair of arms rested around your waist, and his chin on top of your head.
he was like a huge weighted blanket.
you groaned feigning annoyance.
“toji.” you mumbled, looking back at the mirror and his eyes were fluttered shut, his face soft and relaxed.
you sighed, finishing up your skincare and he was getting heavier, his face eventually nuzzled onto your shoulder as his nose brushed your collarbone.
“you’re not seriously sleeping on me right now are you?” you muttered, tone filled with affection rather than genuine annoyance, you subconsciously leaned back onto his chest to balance him properly.
you shook your head in disbelief, gently nudging his arm as he groaned. “gosh you’re so clingy.” you muttered under your breath, watching him stand a bit more straight as he softly groaned in disapproval, too lazy to use actual words.
you guided him back to bed, before you could process anything he sat in bed and hooked you by the waist without missing a beat, squeezing your waist.
“my girlfriend hates me.” he whined, nuzzling his face onto your neck.
you cascaded your hands on his black hair, chuckling. “god forbid i don’t want to break out.”
“god forbid i want to hold my girlfriend.” he murmured, tightening his grip around your waist.
smiling to yourself, you sunk into his skin, letting him latch onto you.
“i love you.” he whispered, making your body go rigid for a moment as your heart skipped a beat.
your expression softened eventually, humming you pecked his temple lovingly.
um...ugh... um... anal with professor!nanami... teaching you some respect yk... yeah... in his office, scolding you while prepping on his fingers... yeah...
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PROFESSOR NANAMI #2 — NANAMI KENTO
SYNOPSIS...after unknowingly having sex with your professor before the first day of college, you find yourself avoiding him in attempts to save yourself from embarrassment, but when you fail your first quiz, he’s quick to see you after class
INFO...professor!nanami x fem!reader, anal, first time, nanami is a little mean, rough sex, degradation, clit rubbing, spanking, creampie, no p in v, overstim, panty ripping, fucking in his office, possessiveness (?), not proofread
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it’s been weeks since your first interaction with professor nanami. You were surprised that he hadn’t noticed you or even called you out for being his student. Maybe he just decided to ignore it all together and move on with his life to save both of you from embarrassment. If so, thank god. There’s no way he’s gone a month without grading papers and seeing your name, let alone just seeing you in the crowd of students. It’d be a miracle.
But he does notice, he’s noticed since day one when you tried to sneakily hide your face at the end of class, rushing out the door. Was he shocked? Of course. You never said you were a college student, especially at this college. But what are the odds he’d end up being your professor? He finds it funny. Lately, he’s been finding every excuse to talk to you without making it look suspicious and thankfully for him, you failed your first quiz.
He’s calling down students to his desk to give them their papers, finally landing on yours, a big fat ‘F’ in the corner of it. “Y/n,” he calls out, waving the sheet. Your figure enters his sight, carefully walking down the lecture hall stairs. Slowly, he lifts his head, glasses hanging low on his nose. “See me after class.” He hands you the paper, an expressionless look on his face.
If the ‘F’ in the corner of your paper immediately caught your attention and you felt like you wanted to collapse right then and there. Really? You flunked your first quiz? And your professor, who you accidentally fucked, now sees how dumb you are? Life couldn’t get any more worse. “Okay,” you murmur, walking back to your seat with shaky hands while he calls another student.
An hour passes, and everyone else is gathering their things to head back to their dorms or their next class for the day. Your eyes tread on Nanami carefully, hoping if he’s distracted enough, you can sneak away. He tidies up the papers on his desk, pushing his glasses up. You attempt to blend it with the crowd, leaving, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
“Miss y/n,” his voice rings in your ears, making you stop in your tracks. “Please, come here.” He folds arms across his chest, leaning against the front of his desk as he intently watches you walk towards him, barely able to look him in the eye. The last student leaves, the lecture hall completely empty, nothing but silence. “Into my office,” he orders, squinting at you.
You thickly swallow, your mouth dry and your heart pounding against your chest as you follow behind him. He shuts the door behind you, the click of the lock making you even more nervous. The smell of his expensive cologne wafts past you, the same cologne he was wearing the night you two met. “You think I haven’t noticed you hiding away from me?” He steps towards you, making you step away in return. “I’ll admit, I was a little shocked to see your face in my class of students,” he chuckled, trapping you between the wall and him. “I feel like some type of pervert. Fucking one of my students in my car? I should feel horrible, devastated even.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I should’ve told you I was—” You can’t even finish your sentence, your nerves making you stumble over your words. How are you so shy around him now, but you weren’t too shy to fuck him?
“Everytime I look at you in class, all I think about is that night. You know how fucking hard it is to try and not get a hard on in the middle of class?” He grits his teeth. His grips your jaw, forcing you to look at him, his dark eyes boring into hours. He takes your hand, allowing you to feel his semi hard cock through his slacks. “You feel that? That’s what you fucking do to me.” The warmth of your hand makes him shudder.
“It was an accident, that night was just supposed to be a one time thing,” you tried to argue, but deep down, you never wanted it to be, not with how hard he made you cum while whispering such dirty things in your ear.
“No, no,” he shakes his head, smiling. “You’ve been a bad fucking girl lately. Ignoring me, failing your quiz, what were you thinking? You need to be taught a lesson,” he huffs. His larger hand yanks you over to his desk, a smell yelp escaping your lips when pushes down, holding you there. He lightly traces his fingertips against your skin, goosebumps appearing. He pushes up your skirt, getting a good view of your ass, and the cute lace thong you’re wearing underneath. “Is this what you wear to class?” He question, pulling back the fabric and letting it snap back onto your skin.
A crack in the air breaks the silence, his hand smacking your ass, making you jolt forward. “Ah!” You whimper, your skin stinging from the contact. He wastes no time to swat his hand over your ass again, hitting the same spot. “Mmmph!” You bite down on your lower lip.
His broad chest presses against your back, his lips ghosting against your ear. “You ready to be a good girl yet?” He spanks you again, the sting making you squirm beneath him. “I’ll take that as a no.” He smack the other cheek three times back ro back, a muffled cry escaping from your lips. His eyes wander down to your pussy, noticing the wet spot on your panties. “Is that what you’re expecting? Expecting me to fuck this pretty little pussy today? You got it all wrong. Bad girls don’t get fucked in their dripping cunt.” With ease, he rips your panties off, discarding the fabric to the floor.
“I’m sorryyy,” you whine, hips wiggling in hold as he spreads your ass to get a good look at your holes. Your pussy is glistening, tempting him, reminding him of how warm and tight you are, but he shouldn’t reward you with what you want. He can’t. You gasp, feel his warm spit drip onto your asshole, a foreign feeling to you. Was he seriously going to fuck you in your ass right now? The pad of his thumb rubbed in his spit, his free hand undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. “Please, Professor Nanami,” you whimper, looking over your shoulder to see he already has his cock out.
He smears his precum against your ass, slapping the head of cock against it, growling at the sensation. He spreads your ass again, prodding his cock against your hole. He lifts one of your legs onto his desk, trying to stretch you as much as possible. You’re a whining, dripping mess. He spits once more on your puckering hole, slowly pushing himself in. “Ahhh, fuckkk,” he groans, his tip pushing inside.
“Nnnghh! Slow! Slow!” You cry out, reaching your hand back in attempts to stop him, but he just keeps stretching you open with his thick cock, letting you feel every inch without stopping. If it’s hurts so bad why does it feel so good? He’s already so deep inside you, his pelvis pressed against your ass, letting you feel his throbbing cock against your walls. “Oh my god, I can feel it,” you moan, bewildered by the fact he was actually inside you.
He pulls his hips back all the way, before fully thrusting back into you. “So fucking tight, hah…shit,” he pants, hooking his arm around yours, and holding them in place as he pounds into you. “Look at the fucking ass,” he grunts, smacking it before groping the burning flesh in his palm.
Your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You never knew getting fucked in the ass would feel this good. Though, it was still torture. Your pussy was still dripping, eager for any ounce of attention. Each thrust has your mind turning into mush by the second. It’s hurts so fucking good, you’re confused whether to moan or be on the verge of tears. “Please, please, I’m sorry!” You cry out. The duality of this man was beyond you. He so easily can go from whispering praises in your ear to treating you like a complete whore.
“Shh, shh, just take my fucking cock. This is what you get when you don’t behave,” he rasps out, pulling you back on his cock, leaving you no room to run away from the intense pleasure.
“Ah! Ah! Fuckkk! I can’t, I can’t!” Tears prick the corner of your eyes, your hand balling into fists, nails digging into your palms. His cock rams into your ass, you poor pussy clenching around nothing. Your brows furrow in pleasure, completely awestruck by the pleasure. Your skin is hot to the touch, that familiar pit forming in your stomach. “Mmph, I’m…I’m gonna cum!” You whimper.
“Don’t you dare cum. You don’t deserve to fucking cum for acting the way you did. Hold it,” he barks in your ear, breath fanning against your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. He’s completely unfair, his cock still fucking you so deep, making it harder for you to keep control.
You shake your head, jaw falling slack as the pleasure builds and builds, ready to spill over the edge. “Please! I’m gonna cummm!” You cry out, looking back at him, desperation written all over your face. “Ah! Ah! Please, Professor Nanami,” your eyes flicker down to his lips. “Let me cum, please,” you beg and beg, hoping he has a sliver of mercy. He smirks at your attempts, his hand reaching between your legs while you’re distracted and rubbing your swollen clit just make you break even more. His rubbing in messy circles, putting just enough pressure to make your brain fuzzy. “No, no! Oh my god, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cummmmahhh!” Before you know it, you’re spasming on his cock, body writhing beneath him, your eyes rolling back.
Nanami is completely aware you couldn’t hold back, he knows you had no other choice but to fully let go and feel the intoxicating high of your orgasm. So he keeps rubbing your sensitive clit while fucking your tight little ass, your body falling forward on his desk. Your pussy drips with your cum, creaming around nothing while you drool over his scattered papers. He hold your head down, fingers entangled in your hair watching the way his cock stretches your hole open. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He snarkily says, shaking his head at you.
Incoherent babbling is all that you muster, heavy eyes barely blinking open. You were being fucked stupid in real time. His cock was all that you could feel and think of. So sit there, taking his cock, trying to right your wrongs and be a good girl for him while he uses your ass. You notice his thrusts growing sloppier and harder, hips smacking against your ass and echoing through the room. “Shittt,” he tosses his head back, licking his lips. He halts his movements, slowly sliding his cock out. You whine at the loss of feeling, looking back at him with pleading eyes. He spreads your ass, taking a look at your gaping hole, pulsing for him. “Your ass looks so fucking good stretched from my cock, baby.” He chuckles, smirking to himself like he’s proud of his work.
You lazily smile at him, biting down on your lower lip as you watch him spit on his cock, easily sliding back into your ass. “Ohhhhh,” your eyes roll back when you feel full of him again, his bruising grip on your hips pulling you back on his cock. “Yes, yes,” you huff, whining and whimpering when he starts sloppily thrusting into you again.
He looks down at you, his glasses slipping down his nose in the process, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Be a good girl and take all my cum in your ass, baby,” he moans, his hand now squeezing the plump flesh of your ass. “Shit, I’m so fucking close,” he breathes, chest heaving up and down with every labored breath.
“Cum in me! I’ll be your good girl, Professor! Want you to fill me up so badly,” you mewl. His abs flex, hips jolting when he pushes every inch of his cock deep inside you, settling there as hot spurts of his cock fill your ass. “Ughhh yesss!” You smile, his moans and grunts making your pussy tingle. His cock throbs inside you as he slowly pulls out, some of his cum dripping out and down to your cunt. “Mmm, fuck,” you giggle.
He spanks your ass multiple times, making sure to give each cheek equal treatment. “I think you learned your lesson,” he gruffly said, pulling you up towards him and pressing a slow kiss to your lips. “That pretty ass is gonna remember the shape of my cock forever, you understand? It’s mine.” He grips your jaw, forcing you to face him. You meekly nod your head, biting the inside of your cheek. “Good.” He pecks your lips again. His eyes wander down to his watch, looking at the time. “Ten minutes till my next class. I need to freshen up.”
“Um…I have no panties,” you blurt out, reminding him that he had ripped them off of you earlier. “I can’t go to my next class with your cum dripping out my ass, Professor. What would everyone else think?” You smirk, sitting on top of his desk.
“Fuck,” he whispers, running a hand through his hair. “Listen, stay in here until my class is over and don’t make a sound.” He gives you a warning look, raising a brow at you. “I’ll drive you back to your apartment after.”
“Fine.” You smile, pecking his cheek.
“I have to run to the bathroom, okay? Behave,” he orders, glaring at you.
“Hi, Toji!” you call out after the man who’s just stepping into his apartment. You’ve been Toji’s neighbor for a year and a half now, and it’s easily the best thing ever. Toji has a son who, though he can be grumpy, is also the cutest thing alive—you just want to pinch his cheeks every time you see him, and thankfully, he seems to like tolerate you too. You’ve had the biggest crush on his dad, but you made him promise not to tell him. Your secrets are definitely safe with him!
Toji stops abruptly, keys already halfway in the lock, and turns to face you. You swear you hear him sigh, but that might just be your imagination. He loves having you around—you know he does.
“Hey, baby,” his deep voice rumbles out. That was another thing: you and Toji had grown so close that little endearments like that felt like second nature.
You smile at him, eyes crinkling at the corners. He loves that smile. Completely forgetting about the drinks in your hands, you rush toward him—only to trip over your own feet. The drinks you’d gotten for yourself, him, and Megumi slip from your arms and spill across the concrete.
“Shit!” Toji rushes over to you. Your shirt is damp from the spill, but luckily it wasn’t much. He checks you over quickly, and when he sees you’re unhurt, he turns to you with furrowed brows. “Y’need to be more careful. So clumsy,” he mutters under his breath.
You frown up at him, eyes stinging. You’d been so looking forward to those drinks—and you’d even gotten Megumi’s favorite, the one he’d been begging for. “That was for all of us! I’m so mad right now,” you huff, clearly annoyed.
“It’s alright. C’mon inside—let’s get you cleaned up.” He pulls you toward his apartment, unlocks the door, and leads you inside. “Take the shirt off.”
The grin that spreads across your face is impossible to hide, even standing right in front of him.
He kicks off his shoes, already sensing exactly what you’re thinking. “Stop,” he warns you.
“Stop what?” Your smile only grows, wider than ever.
“I know what you’re thinking. Stop it.” He tries to sound stern, but he can’t help but find your teasing funny. He turns around to find you’ve already taken off your shoes, standing there grinning up at him.
“Maybe you’re just thinking that, and you’re blaming it on me so you don’t feel guilty,” you say, folding your arms and giving him a knowing look.
He shakes his head and sighs. “Take it off.” He raises an eyebrow, hands resting on his hips—and that look makes you obey instantly. You pull the damp shirt over your head, leaving you in your pink bra. You roll your eyes at his serious expression and mutter, “Who does he think he is?” under your breath.
You look him dead in the eye and hand over your wet shirt. “I’ll wash this and bring it back. You can borrow one of mine while I do it.”
“I could wash it myself, y’know. I live right next door,” you say, almost laughing at how silly that sounds.
You expect him to remember—after all, you’d just reminded him. But the confused look on his face leaves you confused in return. Wait, you’re supposed to be the one confused here.
“Y’told me it was broken, baby,” he says, and the look in his eyes tells you he’s not surprised at all. “Said y’ wanted me to fix it when I got back from work.”
Oh shit.
Caught in your own lie.
You’d told him that story this morning, just hoping he’d let you come over since nothing else you’d tried had worked to get closer to him.
“Right… well… oh well… mhm,” you mumble, shrinking back a little.
This wasn’t your first trick. You’d always come up with the most random excuses just to talk to him about anything else other than needing help with anything around your house. And every single time, it failed. Toji just wasn’t the type to drag out a conversation. You and Toji according to your words have talked and kissed on the cheek enough to be friends.
What was you even thinking?
You end up in a staring contest: you looking bashful, him waiting for an answer.
Finally, you throw your hands up with an irritated sigh. “Fine, it’s not broken. Now what?”
Toji shakes his head and walks away with your shirt in hand. In the meantime while he does what he does you decide to take a look around. You’d never been in here before. Although you’d caught glances of his apartment.
It was the total opposite of you. The whole place leans into the dark, muted tones no bright colors, no frills, just solid, worn comfort.
His apartment is plain, simple, and practical. There’s nothing extra, flowery, or decorative. No cute cushions, no posters, no little trinkets, nothing fancy. It’s exactly how a man like Toji would like it: straightforward and uncluttered.
How his son survives here is a total mystery. But then again, Megumi is just like his father—he probably thrives in this quiet, no-nonsense space.
You wander to the living room and sit down on the spacious couch. A moment later, Toji walks in holding a fresh shirt. “You do know I live right next door, right?” He avoids looking down at you in your bra. “I could just go home,” you say, nodding toward the door.
You stand up and step closer to him. “Or do you just love having me around?” You look up at him slowly, batting your lashes. Toji doesn’t seem like the type to get flustered, but you swear you see a tiny hint of it now.
When he doesn’t answer, you take the shirt from his hands and pull it over your head. It’s way too big—hanging loosely on you, barely fitting like a proper shirt at all. “It’s fine. I’ll stay. I was going to ask anyway.”
“For Megumi,” you clarify quickly.
“Anyways… I’m hungry, Toji.”
“So when I went up to take my order she’s like looking at me like I’m a big back (which even if they were all mine it’s none of her business.)” You say taking a bite of the steaming bowl of noodles in front of you.
Toji had started regretting letting you stay “for Megumi”. It’s been an hour and a half and you have not stopped talking. Even when he was making food for you you had been talking non-stop, folllowing him around the kitchen then proceeded to sit on the counter to talk some more.
Now the two of you are eating, and even with your mouth full, you chatter away, then take another bite, then talk some more. He knows you’re like this—you’ll find any reason under the sun to talk to anyone. He swears the old lady who lives one floor up has stopped sitting outside for fresh air just to avoid you.
As for what you were doing up on that floor? Only the universe knows.
“Toji.”
The sound snaps him out of his thoughts.
“Mmm,” he hums around a mouthful of food.
“Did you hear?”
Toji stretches his long arms over his head, his joints popping softly, and leans back in his chair, one arm resting along the back of your seat. “Heard what?”
You lean in, elbows propped on the table, eyes filled with worry “Who’s picking Megumi up?” “Cause I swear if you leave him waiting—”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s no bite to it just the faint, familiar tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Gojo’s on it.”
He see’s the immediate dissatisfaction in your faces, and the slight pout of your lips. “Oh.”
“That one.” There’s a clear dislike in your voice.
Toji can’t help but chuckle at that. The clear dislike you have for the man was humorous to him— though Satoru feels quite the opposite. He’d make up any excuse just to flirt with you, and Toji has caught onto that.He’s never worried about it, though, considering you hate his guts. Said he’s ‘extremely arrogant and annoying’ your own words.
Just then, the front door creaks open.
“Hey,Toji! got your little one.” Gojo’s voice rings out, loud and cheerful, before he even steps all the way inside. He leans against the doorframe, grinning. While little Megumi trails behind him, heavy backpack behind him and a lollipop between his lips.
You glance over no real excitement in your face. Standing up you step right past Gojo and bend down so you’re eye-level to Megumi.
“Did you have fun at school?” You ask softly, brushing a stray lock out of his face. He immediately shakes his head no.
“Oh.”
“Hey. I bought you something! Wanna see?” Gojo’s voice sounds from above you were you’re still talking to Megumi.
You keep your head tilted towards Megumi, doing your best to ignore Gojo.
But you really do wanna know what he go you. Shit. He knows gifts are your weakness. You’d been hoping to ignore Gojo.
Hesitantly you get up from your squatting position and face a grinning Gojo. You fold one arm across your chest and hold the other one out to him, looking everywhere but at him. Trying to play it cool.“Yeah.. whatever. Hand it over.”
He pulls the bag out of reach. “Not with that attitude.”
“Fine then I don’t want it.” You grip Megumi’s hand and turn to leave.
Before you can take another step, Gojo laughs and swings the bag right in front of you, still holding it just out of reach to tease you.
“Okay, okay, no need to run off with the kid! You’ve been craving this.. just letting you know.”
You pause, glancing between the bag and him like you’re still debating whether it’s worth it. But before you can answer, Toji’s low drawl cuts in from across the room:
“Give her the damn thing, Gojo.”
Gojo blinks, then chuckles and finally holds the bag out properly. “Fine, fine! The bodyguard speaks.”
You take it quickly, still not looking right at him, already peeking inside. Your eyes light up instantly. Gojo grins, leaning in a little. “Told you I pay attention. Now say thank you nicely.”
You huff, shifting your weight back and forth, then mumble soft and fast,“…Thank you.”
“Good girl.” He says it light and teasing.
Toji just shakes his head, leaning back in his chair, but you catch the faint, proud little tug of a smile on his face.
You turn right back around to Megumi like you didn’t hear him at all, pulling a tin out of the bag and handing it to him.
Inside the bag there’s two disposable spoons and napkins. Megumi pops the tin lid open and the sweet smell hits you instantly. You could almost scream out of excitement.
Scoopable cookie!
The last time you saw Gojo, you’d rambled on and on about how much you wanted this exact treat. You could almost drool just looking at it. This with a scoop of vanilla ice cream would be absolute heaven. You bite your lip and rub your tummy just thinking about it.
“It’s right in front of you, you know,” Toji says, leaning in from his seat a little closer.
You don’t even blink, still staring at the tin like nothing else exists.
He huffs a laugh, and repeats it a little louder. “It’s right there. You can have some if you want.”
You finally glance over at him, blinking slowly like you’re just now registering he’s talking to you. “Oh. Right.” Then you turn right back to Megumi, already reaching for the spoons. “Wanna try the first bite?”
Megumi nods eagerly just as excited as you are.
“Alright. Here’s one for you,” you say, handing him a spoon, then take the other for yourself.
You both take a big bite at the same time, and you hum so loud. It tastes even better than you remembered.
“Ah, hate to cut this short,” Gojo says, already turning toward the door, “but I’ve gotta go meet up with some friends.”
You pause, spoon halfway back to your mouth. You feel a little twinge of guilt, so you set it down and step over to him, wrapping your arms loosely around his middle. “Thank you for the cookie.”
He leans into it immediately, grinning and squeezing you back like you just gave him the best gift in the world. “Aww, you do care! I knew it—this is the sweetest moment of my whole life—”
“Shut up,” you mumble, pulling away quickly, though you don’t sound mad at all.
Megumi shuffles over too, and gives Gojo a quick, quiet hug around his legs. “Bye.”
Gojo laughs, ruffles both your heads one last time, and slips out the door. The second it clicks shut, you’re already back at the tin, scooping up another bite. “Okay, Dig in!”
You hum happily around your spoon, and even Megumi’s lips twitch into the tiniest hint of a smile as he takes another bite.
It’s only when you pause to lick a crumb off your thumb that you glance over at Toji.
He’s leaned deep into his chair, legs spread wide and one arm draped lazily over the backrest, watching you both with that quiet, heavy focus only he has. There’s no smirk, no teasing remark—just that soft, unguarded look in his eyes, like he’s seeing something he never thought he’d get to have. He’s always known how closed-off Megumi can be, how hard it is to get even that much warmth out of him… but you talk to him like he’s the most precious thing in the world, and it comes so naturally to you you don’t even seem to notice how special it is.
Without a second thought, you scoop up a big bite, walk right over to him, and rest your free hand lightly on his spread thigh. You lean in, pushing the spoon gently past his lips.
“Here,” you say simply.“It’s really good.”
Toji blinks, surprised for only a split second before he opens his mouth and lets you feed him. He keeps his eyes locked on yours the whole time, and the corner of his mouth tugs up in that faint, rare smile only you get to see. He doesn’t pull away—just lets you stand there close to him, warm.
A few hours later, the cookie tin is long empty, and the floor is scattered with storybooks and little toys.You’ve spent the whole time laughing, playing, and showing Megumi how to fold paper cranes until the sun dips low outside the windows.
When it’s finally time to go, you kneel down in front of Megumi first, cupping his little face in your palms. He’s already looking down at his socks, shoulders slumped just a little.
“Hey, none of that,” you say softly, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to his cheek. “I’m not going far, remember? I live right next door. Just through that wall! I’ll be over first thing tomorrow, okay? We can make those paper birds fly then.”
“I have school tomorrow.” He mumbles, his lips in a pout you could almost see the tears about to slip out. “Okay. Then after that!Alright?”
He nods slowly, even if he doesn’t lift his head right away. You ruffle his hair gently before standing up and turning to Toji.
He’s leaning against the doorframe, watching you with that quiet, steady look he always has. You step close, one hand resting lightly on his chest, and lean in to press a soft, tender kiss to the corner of his scarred lip— dangerously close to his lips lingering just a second longer than you did with Megumi, in a way that says more than words ever could.
“See you tomorrow,” you murmur, your thumb brushing over his jaw.
He nods, his hand coming up to rest over yours where it still sits on his chest. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
——————
The next morning, you bounce right up to his door and knock hard. Bright like you’re carrying a pocket full of sunshine.
The lock clicks, and the door swings open. Toji stands there, hair all messy and sticking up in places, that slow, heavy, just-awake look still lingering in his eyes—he’s already washed up and freshened off, you could smell the after shave of of him. He’s wearing a loose, low-slung sweatpants and a plain white short-sleeved shirt that fits just tight enough to show every line of him: broad, solid shoulders, thick corded arms, the deep curve of his biceps, and the strong, sturdy build that makes him seem so much bigger right there in the doorway. You blink and go quiet for a whole second, completely distracted, just staring like you’ve forgotten what you came here for.
Then you shake your head a little, lift the paper bag of honey buns and warm bottles of coffee you’re holding, and beam right up at him. “I don’t have work today! So you get the absolute pleasure of hanging out with me all day. Lucky you, right?”
You don’t even wait for him to answer—you step right in, wrap your arms tight around his middle, and press a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. He huffs a quiet laugh, big hand resting light on your back, and steps aside to let you pass. “Megumi’s already at school,” he rumbles, closing the door behind you. “So yeah. Guess I’m stuck with you.”
He says it like it’s a chore, but the way he looks at you says he’d never call it that.
You set the food down on his kitchen island, opening the bag to let the warm steam curl out. “Have you eaten breakfast yet?” You turn around—only to find Toji standing right behind you now, his hands resting on either side of the counter, boxing you in gently. “You’re still gonna eat it, right? I bought it just for you…” You blink up at him, pulling out your best, most dramatic sad puppy eyes.
But Toji isn’t even listening to your words. He’s looking at you so intently, so softly, like he’s about to do something he’s been wanting to do for longer than he can remember.
“Oh!” You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest like you’ve been truly wounded. “So we’re ignoring me now? Got it.” You wave your hands playfully in front of his face, hamming it up completely. “That’s fine. I’ll just… go eat all the good stuff myself then. No big deal.” You flash him a bright, overly dramatic thumbs-up, fighting a smile the whole time.
Before you can even turn away, his hands come up to cup your face, slow and sure. “Quit actin’,” he rumbles, his voice low and warm. “Wasn’t ignorin’ you. Was just thinkin’.”
“Thinkin’ about what?” you ask, tilting your head, still half-teasing.
“What you need to think about is how we are gonna devour this food.” You point toward the food.
“Nothin’.”
“Whateva.” You roll your eyes.
“—that’s how you know my ass is fat for real.” You finish your sentence, then lean right back in to keep kissing Toji.
How you got here? Only the universe could say… okay, fine, you do know. After finishing that very filling breakfast, things got heated... And now here you are, straddling his lap on the couch.
And the worst part for Toji? You still haven’t stopped talking—even when your mouth is pressed right to his, tongues tangled together, you still mumble little comments right against his lips.
He doesn’t even answer you. He just huffs a quiet laugh, slides one big hand up to cup the back of your neck, and pulls you right back down to him.
This time the kiss is slower, deeper. His lips are warm and firm against yours, and when he brushes his tongue gently against your lower lip, you open for him without even thinking. He tastes like the sweet bun you shared and the warm coffee he drank, and he moves slow, like he’s got all the time in the world. His other hand rests heavy and steady on your waist, holding you right there against him.
You still try to mumble some silly comment against his mouth, and he just chuckles low and deep, kissing you a little harder to quiet you down. You can feel the faint scar on his lip brush against yours, familiar and warm, and for once you forget what you were even going to say.
He moves his lips down your neck sucking on your sensitive places inciting a moan out of you
He presses one last lingering kiss to your mouth before pulling back just enough to trail his lips slowly down your throat. His teeth graze lightly over soft skin, then he soothes the spot immediately with his warm tongue. He moves with slow, sure ease, finding every sensitive little spot along your neck—nipping gently, then sucking softly until you arch against him, letting out a shaky little gasp you can’t hold back.
His other hand finds the hem of your short, flowy pink sundress and slips beneath it. He caresses your smooth thigh gently, his palm moving slow back and forth, until he finds the soft, lightweight cotton of your panties.
He hooks a finger under the band that sits snug against your hip, tugs it back just a little, and lets it snap softly against your skin. He doesn’t even seem to realize what he’s done—until you let out a sharp little yelp that melts right into a soft moan.
“Sorry,” he mumbles low against your neck, his warm breath fanning over your skin. “Can I take this off?”
You nod eagerly, fingers curling tight into his shoulders. You’re sitting sideways across his lap now, turned so your legs drape over one of his thick thighs, and the steady, overwhelming pull of his mouth on your neck has stolen every other word right out of your throat.
He doesn’t rush. He slides his hand down, hooking his fingers under the soft cotton and pulling it slow and easy over your hips and thighs. You shift your weight and lift your hips to help him a little, still shaky and clumsy, and he guides the fabric all the way down your legs before tossing it aside without even looking.
You feel so flustered you tuck your face right against his shoulder to hide it. He rests his big, warm hands back on your bare thighs, his thumbs brushing slow, steady circles over your skin.
“Easy,” he rumbles low, his voice rough and soft all at once. “I got you.” He leans down to press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.”
You nod into his neck.
Toji’s thick fingers slide slowly over you, gathering the warm, slick wetness before he glides them carefully over your sensitive bud. You twitch involuntarily and suck in a sharp, shaky gasp, your fingers digging a little tighter into his shoulders.
He doesn’t rush or speed up, keeping that same slow, steady rhythm as he rubs gentle circles that make your hips stutter and roll against his hand. He feels how you tremble, how your breath catches every time he brushes just right, and presses another kiss to your temple.
“Still okay?” he asks low, his voice rumbling right against your ear.
You nod frantically into his shoulder, trying to muffle your whimpers against his shirt. He clicks his tongue softly, shifts his hand just so, and makes you cry out before leaning close to your ear. “Nah, don’t do that,” he rumbles. “I wanna hear every sound you make.” Then he goes right back to that same slow, careful rhythm, he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.
You can’t hold back your sounds anymore, not when he keeps that slow, deep rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot just right. Your hips roll against his hand without you even thinking, your fingers twisting tight in the back of his shirt.
He feels you start to tremble, feels your breath come in short, sharp little gasps, and presses a warm kiss right below your ear. “That’s it,” he rumbles low. “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”
You whimper and press closer, hiding your face again even as you arch into his touch. Then he slips two thick fingers inside you, and a soft, wet squelch fills the quiet room. “So fuckin’ wet for me,” he murmurs rough and low.
He curls his fingers slow and deep, finding that spot that makes your whole body jolt. The wet, soft sound fills the quiet space between you, and he doesn’t rush—he keeps a heavy, slow pace like he’s got all the time in the world to unravel you.
You gasp sharp and cling tighter to him, your hips rolling to meet his hand without you even meaning to. He feels you start to shake, presses his forehead right against the side of yours, and rumbles low in your ear, “Tight little thing… squeezin’ my fingers so good. You like that, huh?”
You can only moan in reply, too far gone to form words, and he huffs a dark, satisfied laugh before moving just a little faster.
He picks up his pace now, pushing his fingers in and out with a firm, steady rhythm. “Toji,” you cry out, wrapping one arm tight around his neck while your other hand curls around his wrist—half trying to pull him closer, half pushing him away because it’s all becoming too much. “I’m gonna—”
“C’mon, baby. Cum on my fingers. You got it,” he encourages, never slowing down. You can feel yourself squeezing tight around his middle and ring finger, your body pulling him deeper. “That’s it. Feels so good, doesn’t it?”
You hum a soft, shaky “mm” against his shoulder.
Your words dissolve into a broken cry right after, your whole body tensing up then shaking hard as the pleasure crashes over you. He keeps moving slow and gentle to help you ride it out, murmuring low praises right against your ear the whole time. “There she goes… that’s perfect. So good for me.” He keeps going until you go limp and pliant against his chest, your breath coming in short, shaky gasps.
He slowly pulls his fingers out, and you whimper softly at the sudden loss of warmth. He brings his glistening fingers to his mouth, tasting you, his dark eyes locked right on yours. “Tastes even better than I thought,” he says low.
Then he brushes your hair back from your damp forehead, pressing a warm kiss to your temple. “Easy now, good girl. Just breathe for me,” he rumbles, shifting you a little closer in his lap. “You okay?… Y’ ready for more?”
You turn to look at him, and catch that familiar glint in his eyes. Maybe you were just being weak, but that genuinely felt like it sucked the soul right out of you.
“No,” you say deadpan, keeping your face perfectly straight.
“Toji—please, slow down,” you moan out, your fingers tangling tight in the black locs atop his head. He’s settled between your legs, eating you out like a man starved. He’s already pulled two orgasms from you, not counting what he did with his fingers, and he hasn’t slowed down once. He seems to take pleasure in every sound you make, and in watching your cum drip slow and thick out of you.
Every time he makes you cum, he pauses just to stare—at first it made you self-conscious, but now you know: this is just how Toji likes it. He watches it flow, gathers the slick between his fingers, licks it clean, and dives right back in.
He’s made you cum so many times now you swear you might pass out any second.
“It’s okay, baby. Just relax.” he rumbles against your skin. One hand keeps your legs spread wide, while the other slides up your body to find yours, weaving his fingers through yours to give you the green light. You grip him back hard, your nails digging into his thick, rough, calloused hands—the same hands that were just in you, gathering your release, only moments before.
He doesn’t rush, doesn’t let up. He presses his tongue flat against you, then licks slow and deep, and your whole body arches off the couch. You whimper and squeeze his hands tight, clinging to them like an anchor to ground yourself through the overwhelming feeling. Your hips jerk and tremble, and you try to squirm away, every nerve ending raw and over-sensitive. “Too much,” you gasp, your voice all wobbly.
He just soothes the sensitive skin with soft licks before glancing up at you for just a second, eyes dark and hungry. “I know,” he rumbles low. “Just a little more. You can take one more for me, can’t you?” Then he buries his face right back where he was, working you steady until you finally break again, crying out his name, your fingers digging hard into his hands to ride through it.
He doesn’t pull away right away. He licks you clean, slow and thorough, like he’s savoring every bit he can get. Then he presses a final, lingering kiss to your inner thigh, and looks up at you with lips glistening, that dark, satisfied look in his eyes. “There we go,” he says. “Perfect.”
Slowly, he climbs up your body, his weight settling heavy and warm over you, and leans down to kiss you deep— the taste of you warm against your tongue, letting you taste every bit of what he just did.
By now your eyes are already closed from pure exhaustion. When he pulls back, he climbs off you and disappears for a moment, returning with a warm damp cloth. He presses it gently to your thighs and between your legs; the soft warmth soothes your overly sensitive clit instantly.
When he’s finished, he steps away again, then comes back to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You did so good, baby,” he whispers right against your skin.
“Gimme that dick,” you mumble back, completely out of it from the overwhelming number of orgasms.
Toji chuckles low. “Next time.” He brushes the damp strands of hair away from your forehead, his touch gentle.
ᴀ|ɴ: I have soo many Toji fanfic ideas especially dad!Toji fics I’m so excited to write! Anyways this is my VERY first smut fic so I hope it was good. I enjoyed writing it and I got butterflies. Toji is so fineeee. I figurine model of him on my fyp and he looked so fineeee I had to write this. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed and i’ll shake some ass☻︎.(≧◡≦) I haven’t created a taglist before but I’ll create one and if you want to be added just comment or dm me!
𝒯oji gets tired of you whining for him to go faster, so he flips you over and makes you ride him and do all the work.
1.4k words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. rough!toji ( +18 )
The apartment was quiet except for the low, rhythmic and ragged sound of your own breathing.
Toji didn't look like a man who was currently holding your hips in a vice grip, pinning you to the mattress while he took his time. He looked completely unbothered. His hair was a bit messy, sticking to his forehead with a light sheen of sweat, but his eyes were entirely steady, fixed on your face with a lazy, satisfied smirk. He was pacing himself, deliberate and agonizingly slow, ignoring the way you were clutching at his broad shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin.
"Babeee, please," you whined, your voice thick and dazed. The friction was driving you out of your mind, a sweet, heavy ache building deep in your core. You arched your back, trying to force a quicker pace, but he just chuckled.
"Please what, princess?" he teased. He shifted just a fraction, hitting a spot that made your toes curl and a pathetic gasp slip past your lips. "You gotta speak up. I can't understand you when you're making noises like that."
"You're doing it on purpose," you cried out, your head rolling back against the pillows. Your skin was flushed, and your eyes were hooded, completely lost in the haze of what he was doing to you. "Stop playing. Faster. Just go faster."
"Nah. I like looking at you like this," he said, completely nonchalant. He leaned down, pressing a lazy kiss to the column of your neck, his stubble scraping against your skin just enough to make you shiver. "All needy and impatient. Suits you."
Then, without a single word of warning, he pulled completely out of you.
The sudden emptiness was like a physical shock. You let out a devastated whine, your hands instantly flying to his chest to push him back, but Toji was already moving. With effortless, he grabbed your waist, flipped you over, and settled himself flat on his back.
You were left stranded, sitting on his thighs, shivering from the cold air hitting your damp skin. The loss of his warmth made you desperate. Your head was spinning, your breath coming in short, uneven puffs as you stared down at him, completely overwhelmed.
Toji just linked his hands behind his head, flexing his broad chest, a wicked amused tilt to his lips. "Your turn," he said, his tone was casual, like he was asking you what you wanted for dinner. "Go ahead. Ride it."
"Toji, no, I'm tired," you whined, your voice cracking as you leaned forward, resting your forearms against his chest. You looked down at him with wide, tear-brimmed eyes, your lower lip trembling. "In…Put it back in. Please. I can't move."
"Sure you can princess," he murmured, his thumb reaching up to lazily stroke your bottom lip, dragging it down. "You want it, don't you? Look at you, you're practically shaking. Just take it."
You let out a frustrated, desperate sound, a mix of a sob and a groan. The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a loud, throbbing demand that completely overrode your exhaustion. You couldn't wait for him to change his mind. Guided by pure, unadulterated need, you shifted your weight, lifting yourself up just enough to reach down. Your fingers were trembling as you guided him to your opening, the wet, hot friction making you gasp before you even sat down.
Slowly, you pressed yourself down onto him, taking his cock back in all at once.
A heavy, low groan finally broke through Toji’s nonchalant facade, his stomach muscles rippling under your knees as he took a sharp breath. Your eyes fluttered shut, a wave of intense relief washing over you as you finally felt full again. You sank completely onto his lap, resting your forehead against his collarbone for a second, just breathing him in.
"Fuck babe.., just like that," Toji muttered, his hands coming up to rest casually on your hips, not forcing you yet, just anchoring you. "Don't stop now. You were complaining so much, let's see it."
Driven by the sheer desperation to chase that peak, you started to move. At first, it was clumsy and slow, your muscles aching from the effort, but the sensation was too good to care. You lifted yourself and sank back down, finding a rhythm that made you cry out, your head tossing side to side.
Toji didn't move a muscle to help. He just lay there, a spectator to your undoing, watching you with an intense, burning gaze. He watched the way your hips rolled, the way your boobs bounced, and the sheer, unbridled pleasure written across your face. Every time you whined his name, his grip on your hips tightened just a fraction, but he let you keep the reins. For ten minutes straight, you set the pace, completely consumed by him, riding it as if your life depended on it. You were panting, sweat dripping down your spine, your thighs burning, but you couldn't stop. You were entirely under his spell, and the feeling of his cock inside you was just magical.
"Toji... Toji, I'm close, I'm gonna—" you gasped, your voice breaking as the tension reached a fever pitch.
Suddenly, the lazy spectator disappeared.
Toji’s hands shot up from your hips, his large palms cupping your ass roughly, forcing your face down so you had to look him dead in the eye. His expression had completely hardened, the playful smirk gone, replaced by something hungry, and entirely dominant.
"Then let’s finish it," he growled.
Before you could even process the command, his right hand snapped down, delivering a sharp, stinging slap right across your bare ass. The crack of it echoed in the quiet room, the sudden spike of pain and heat sending a violent jolt straight to your core. You screamed, your internal muscles clenching around him so tightly he let out a choked hiss.
"Faster, princess. Move," he ordered, his voice dropping an octave as he slapped you again, harder this time, driving you into a frenzy.
The combination of the pain, the dirt-dirty friction, and the absolute authority in his voice broke whatever restraint you had left. You started moving frantically, your hips slamming down against his, completely wild and unhinged. Toji met you halfway now, he gripped your hips and arched his pelvis upward, driving himself deeper into you, his hand gripping your cheek so hard your lips parted, forcing you to take his deep, rough kisses while you rode him to the absolute brink.
Then the room blurred, your vision went wet at the edges, and with one final, stinging slap to your thigh and a rough upward thrust from him. You collapsed forward onto his chest, sobbing out his name as your body violently convulsed around him, entirely spent, while Toji buried his face in your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.
And right at that exact second, he came out.
You felt the sudden, thick heat of him bursting deep inside you, a heavy, pulsing torrent that felt incredibly warm against your sensitive walls. He filled you to the absolute brim, each thick pulse of his cum sending a fresh wave of aftershocks through your body. He kept thrusting up, short and intense, milking every last drop out of himself until he was panting heavily into the crook of your neck, his large frame trembling slightly against yours.
"Fuck," Toji breathed out, his voice was rough and low. He didn't pull out ; he just lay there, soaking, his hands rubbing slow, soothing circles into your lower back where the skin was still flushed from his slaps. "You really tried to drain me dry today, huh?"
You let out a weak, pathetic whine, too exhausted to even lift your head. "Shut up... you told me to go faster."
He shifted his hips just a fraction, a lazy, shallow tilt that made you whimpering as the friction caught you off guard. "And who was the one begging me to go faster a minute ago?"
"Mhhh," you whined, hiding your face deeper into his neck, your cheeks burning.
Slowly, the fog in your brain began to clear, replaced by a soft, heavy languor. He was still buried deep inside you, thick and yielding, the warmth of his cum slowly leaking out and pooling between your thighs where your skin met. It was a messy, intimate sensation that made you let out a soft, embarrassed whine, shifting your hips slightly to try and pull away.
"Uh-uh," Toji mumbled, his large hands sliding down to cup your ass, locking you firmly in place. He didn't sound tired; he just sounded incredibly pleased with himself. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Babe... it's messy," you mumbled into his skin, your voice incredibly small, dazed, and completely spent. "Let me up."
He chuckled, a low rumble that vibrated right through your chest. "Stop acting like I don't see that pussy cumming every day of the week and besides I like being inside you. You're so tight, princess. Still squeezing me." he murmured, a low rumble vibrating through his chest against yours making you stay in place. He shifted slightly, the movement causing a bit of the warm fluid to slick between your thighs, making you twitch. "You’ve been a good girl today. You took every drop of it. Wet, till the end babe."
"Don't start." You complained, your voice muffled against his neck, a sleepy heat warming your cheeks at his dirty talk.
"What? I'm praising you," he chuckled, the familiar amusement returning to his tone.
He tilted your chin up, his eyes hooded but incredibly soft as he pulled you into a deep, slow kiss. It wasn't rushed or demanding like before; it was lazy, tasting of salt and heavy breathing, his tongue sliding against yours in a calm, comforting rhythm that finally made your heart rate start to slow down.
When he broke the kiss, he didn't move away. Instead, he slid his hands up your ribcage, lazily framing your breasts. He leaned his head down, pressing his face right into your chest.
"Thanks for the meal, princess," he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin.
Before you could even process the words, he blew a loud, vibrating kiss right against the underside of your left breast.
The sudden sensation made you gasp and immediately burst into a breathless laugh, your whole body shaking. "Toji! Stop, that tickles!"
"Nope. Gotta show proper appreciation," he muttered against your skin, completely unbothered by your squirming. He moved over to the right one, his lips wrapped around your nipple. He sucked on it lazily, a slow, rhythmic pull that sent a direct, sweet ache straight back down. You let out a shaky gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as he used his tongue to swirl around the peak, kissing the soft, dark slope of your breast, that contrasted entirely with how rough he had just been, before planting a series of loud, smacking kisses all over them. "Very good. Five stars. Highly recommend."
"You are so stupid," you giggled, your hands weakly push at his dark hair, though you were smiling so wide your cheeks ached.
Toji finally chuckled, wrapping his arms fully around your waist."You're so good for me," he murmured against your skin, his voice was low as he switched again to your left breast, giving it the same slow, attention. It gave a tiny, deliberate twitch inside you, reminding you exactly who owned your body right now. "Fucking perfect." And he finally burying his face in the crook of your neck, content to just hold you there, pinned to his chest, while the sticky warmth of the aftermath settled between 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?"
It was supposed to be a simple checkup. But when he gets too close, his hands roam with more than professionalism.
pairing - Toji fushiguro x reader (Gynaecologist! AU)
cw: dub con, medical kink, non-professional use of medical procedures, fingering, oral, p in v, dirty talk, corruption kink, explicit sexual content, mdni (18+ only).
The waiting room smelled faintly of antiseptic and lavender air freshener. You shifted in your seat, clutching your phone a little too tightly in your hand. Your name had already been called. You were just... hesitating.
Your first appointment with a gynecologist wasn’t supposed to go like this. You had researched, booked a woman doctor for comfort, and double-checked your appointment time. But when you arrived, the receptionist gave you an apologetic smile and said, “Dr. Shino had an emergency, but her brother, Dr. Fushiguro, is available. He’s just as qualified. Would you like to continue?”
You hadn’t wanted to. Every instinct in your body screamed no. But embarrassment and the weeks of blood flow, cramps, and irregular cycles made you say yes. “Alright... I guess that’s okay.”
Now you were here. Alone. And the door behind the reception desk stood ajar. You finally gathered the courage to stand and walked in.
The office was larger than expected. Sleek and modern, tastefully decorated—but empty. The chair behind the desk was turned away, and there was no one in sight.
“Sit down. I’ll be out in a bit,” a deep, gravelly voice called from the other room.
You flinched. Something about it wasn’t what you expected from a doctor. It wasn’t warm or clinical—it was commanding, low, and full of... attitude. You sat hesitantly on the leather patient chair. You smoothed the hem of your skirt nervously over your thighs, heart beating faster with every second that passed.
Then he stepped out. You blinked.
That’s not a doctor. That’s a bouncer. Or a gangster.
He was tall, broad-shouldered, and built like he could lift cars instead of scalpels. Dark hair, sharp jaw, a few piercings, a scar across his lips that made him look like trouble. He wore his white coat lazily over a black fitted shirt and slacks—no tie, a few buttons undone, and veins flexing along his forearms as he flipped through a file.
Dr. Toji Fushiguro didn’t look like he belonged in a clinic. He looked like he belonged in a fight ring. Or maybe in someone’s bed.
His eyes finally lifted from the file, landing on you. You sat up straighter, lips parting slightly as you tried not to stare.
“…So you’re the one with the messy little cycle, huh?” he said with a smirk tugging at one side of his mouth.
Your cheeks flushed. “U-Um… I guess. It’s just… been irregular. And heavy. Sometimes really painful…”
He hummed, finally sitting opposite you—legs spread, hands resting casually on his knees. His gaze dragged over you slowly, too slowly.
“You nervous?”
You swallowed. “A bit.”
“Well, you should be. First time with a male gynecologist?” he asked, arching a brow.
You nodded quickly.
“Don’t worry. I’ve seen more pussy than your bf ever has,” he said dryly, flipping a page in the file like it was casual conversation.
Your jaw dropped a little, but he didn’t even glance up. Did he just say that?
"Well,. . .i don't really—i don't have a bf."
"Ohh. ." he looks up from the file. "Did you have one ?"
“Yeah, but . . I—uh… I haven’t really—my ex and I—we didn’t really…”
He finally looked at you, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Didn’t do much?” he said, voice lower now.
You nodded, heart hammering. Toji leaned back, still watching you like you were some tiny mouse stuck in a trap.
“Need to take your full history. Don’t skip anything. Start with your cycle. When was your last period?”
You fumbled with your phone, checking your calendar. “Three weeks ago. But before that, I didn’t have it for two months. And when it came, it lasted over a week.”
“Hm. Clots? Pain?”
“Yeah… really big clots. And I had to change pads constantly. It was bad…”
“Ever fainted during it?”
“Almost.”
He scribbled something on the notepad. “Now...,” he said, glancing up again, “do you have sex regularly?”
Your breath hitched. “…I-I don’t. Not anymore. I’ve only… only done it once.”
He raised a brow. “Once?”
You nodded, cheeks burning. “A long time ago. It was... kind of awkward . . . I don't know if it even counts as sex. We didn’t do everything.”
“Mmh. That explains a lot.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs. “So you’re practically untouched.”
The way he said it made your skin flush. You swallowed. “I guess...”
“Ever been fingered?”
You blinked. “W-What?”
“Relax. These are standard questions,” he said, lips curling into a smirk. “Have you ever been touched down there? Penetration of any kind?”
Your thighs squeezed together instinctively. “…No. Just... kissing and some touching.”
He scribbled something again. “Do you masturbate?”
Your breath caught. Your voice came out small. “…What does that have to do with my periods?”
He cocked his head, expression unreadable. “Helps me determine how familiar your body is with stimulation. Stress and hormonal balance. Totally normal question.”
“…N-No. I mean, maybe once… I don’t really know how…” You were fidgeting now. Your chest felt tight. There was something about the way he looked at you—like he knew too much. Like he could see every secret you’d ever tried to keep.
“Not knowing how, huh… Cute,” he murmured. “Do you get wet easily? During certain days of your cycle?”
You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I-I don’t know…”
“Any discharge? Color, thickness, smell?”
You tried to answer as clinically as possible, but every question felt like a thread being pulled tighter inside you. You could feel heat building in your belly, even as your body screamed that this was too personal, too much.
“Have you ever gotten off by accident? Say… from rubbing against a pillow?”
You made a small noise, biting your lip.
He chuckled. “That’s a yes.”
“I—It’s not—why are you—” You shook your head, flustered.
Toji sat back in his chair, stretching his arms up. His shirt rose slightly, exposing a line of hard muscle and a trail of dark hair vanishing into his waistband.
“You’re fun,” he muttered, licking his teeth. “I get too many old ladies around here. You’re a good change.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. Your legs pressed together again, thighs twitching with unwanted tension.
“Alright,” he said, finally standing. “No physical check today. Next week, I’ll do a full pelvic exam. Need to see what’s going on inside.”
Your eyes widened. “P-Pelvic?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it. Might even show you what you’ve been missing out on,” he said, casually reaching for a clipboard.
You stared at him.
Was that a joke? Or a threat? Or... an invitation?
He scribbled something, then walked over and handed you a paper. “Same time next week. Don’t be late. Wear something easy to take off.”
You took the paper with trembling hands. “O-Okay…” You turned to leave, legs weak, mind reeling.
“And sweetheart?” his voice called just as you reached the door.
You looked over your shoulder.
“Next time, don’t wear panties. Saves time.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you looked at him with wide eyes.
He clicks his tongue. "Just kidding, doll."
You bolted out before you could even reply.
**********
You didn’t sleep much the night before.
Your thoughts kept circling back to the deep, teasing voice that lived rent-free in your head all week. The way Dr. Toji looked at you like he could see right through your clothes. The way he spoke like every question was normal—even when your thighs clenched at the answers.
You’d almost cancelled. But something inside you—something dark and needy—dragged you back. This time, you didn’t wait in the front. The receptionist simply pointed to the same hallway, said “He’s expecting you,” and you walked in like a lamb to the slaughter.
The door was already open. And he was already there.
Dr. Toji Fushiguro stood at the sink, pulling on a pair of black gloves—not latex, not hospital-grade white—but sleek, matte, and snug like something out of a fantasy. His coat was half-off, sleeves rolled up, shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the dip of muscle at his throat.
“You’re late,” he said without turning around.
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
He looked over his shoulder, expression unreadable. “Take off your shoes and sit on the exam table. Legs up. Back flat.”
You blinked. “W-What? Already?”
He turned fully now, gloves snapping into place. “Yes. You’re here for a pelvic, right?”
“I… I thought you’d at least ask me some questions first…”
He gave a slow smile. “Already did. Last time. You answered very well, remember?”
Your face heated. “Y-Yeah, but I thought—”
“Doll,” he said smoothly, walking toward you, eyes never blinking. “You’ve never been to a gynecologist before. You don’t really know how this goes, do you?”
You shook your head, heartbeat pounding as he stopped in front of you, close enough to smell the faint spice of his cologne.
“So you’ll let me handle it. All of it. You just do as I say.” He nodded at the table again. “Shoes. Legs. Now.”
You swallowed hard and obeyed. The exam table was cold against your thighs. You sat, hesitated—then, nervously, lay back. Toji moved to a small drawer, pulling out a long, sterile white cloth and draped it over your hips.
“Skirt up. Panties off,” he said, writing something down on a clipboard as casually as if he were reading a grocery list. You stared at him. He raised a brow. “It’s the procedure. You wouldn’t know. But I do. So I’ll tell you what’s normal.”
You hesitated again. He didn’t look at you while he said it. He was already pulling out a long swab, a bottle of lubricant, and a slim wand-like probe.
Your stomach flipped. You slowly lifted your skirt, heart pounding so loud it echoed in your ears. When you slid your panties down, your legs trembled.
Toji didn’t flinch. Didn’t leer. He kept his face calm—clinical. And that made it worse. He pulled a small rolling stool between your legs and sat down with a soft sigh, snapping the light on overhead. You stared at the ceiling, mortified.
“Good girl,” he muttered under his breath, voice so low you barely heard it.
You didn’t have time to respond—because the next thing you felt was a gloved hand gently parting your thighs.
You gasped. “S-Sir—!”
He didn’t stop. “I need to examine you. Don’t be dramatic.”
“But I—!” His fingers rested just on the inside of your thigh.
“You’ll feel pressure. A little stretch. Maybe warmth. All of it is normal.”
“Dr. Fushiguro—”
His voice darkened a touch. “You wanna keep interrupting me during a medical procedure, sweetheart? Or are you gonna be good and let me finish?”
Your mouth went dry. You nodded.
“Words.”
“…I’ll be good,” you whispered.
“Thought so.”
You heard the sound of lubricant being squeezed onto his glove. Then—you felt it. A single, slow finger trailing along your slit. Not deep. Not fast. Just… exploring. You whimpered.
Toji hummed low. “Mm. Sensitive.”
“I—It’s not—”
“It’s natural. Especially for someone who’s never been properly touched,” he said, matter-of-fact. “It’s the body’s way of responding. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
Your hips twitched without your permission.
“That’s exactly what I meant,” he said, almost sounding amused now. “See how your thighs squeeze? Your hips shift? You’re already wet.”
You choked on your own breath. “I—I’m not!”
He finally looked up at you from between your legs, one brow arched. “Sweetheart. I’m the doctor here. I’m looking at it. You wanna tell me what I see now?”
You froze. His fingers spread your folds gently, and your stomach tensed like a livewire.
“Soft. Swollen. Wet,” he murmured. “Couldn’t fake this if you tried.”
You whimpered again, biting your lip hard.
“You ever put a finger inside yourself before?” he asked, voice quiet now.
“…No.”
“Good. Makes it better.”
Before you could ask what that meant, you felt the soft pressure of a single gloved finger sliding inside you—slow and deliberate. You gasped, head jerking back.
“Relax your hips. Keep breathing. That’s it,” he murmured.
You whimpered again. “It f-feels…”
“Strange?”
You nodded, chest heaving.
“That’s your body adjusting. You’ve never been opened properly. Not until now.” Your legs trembled as he curled his finger inside you, pressing slowly along your inner wall.
“Feel that?” he asked softly. “That little spot right there?”
You could barely speak. “Y-Yeah…”
“Sensitive. We’ll come back to it.”
You had no idea what that meant. He withdrew slowly, then reached for the wand-like probe and coated it with lube. Your eyes widened.
“W-Wait—what’s that?”
He met your eyes. “Internal ultrasound. Very common.”
“I don’t think— I didn’t agree to—”
He stepped forward, placing a hand on your knee. “Again,” he said, voice low, slow, steady, “You don’t know what’s routine. I do.”
You tried to protest, but the probe was already at your entrance, sliding in with that same unhurried pressure. You moaned softly, thighs clenching around it.
Toji didn’t blink. “Don’t squeeze. Makes it harder.” You whimpered again. He pressed it deeper. “You’re tight. But you’ll adjust.”
The wand slid deeper inside, and your breath hitched as it brushed that spot again. Your fingers dug into the paper lining the table. Toji watched the monitor for a few moments, then leaned in—hand still holding the probe deep inside you.
“I need to palpate from the outside now. Might press down on your lower stomach.”
You nodded weakly. His other hand moved over your belly—fingers pressing gently. The dual pressure made something twist inside you. You moaned again, louder this time. Toji didn’t even smirk. “Normal. Just a response to internal pressure.”
You could barely think. “D-Doc— I think I— something’s—”
“You’re getting close,” he said, voice casual. “Not unusual for patients who’ve never been stimulated like this.”
“I—I don’t think this is—!”
He looked you straight in the eyes. “This is the procedure.” His words echoed in your head as the probe slid in a little deeper, angling upward, pressing perfectly into a spot that made your hips lift off the table without permission.
“D-Doc—!”
Toji’s hand pressed firmly on your belly, pinning you down. “Stay still. You’ll throw off the results,” he said flatly, not even looking at you as he slowly turned the wand inside your walls, deliberate and firm like it was routine.
“It’s too much— it’s— I’m gonna—!”
“No, you won’t.” His eyes flicked back to yours, steady. “You’ll hold it. We’re not finished.”
You whimpered so loud it echoed off the sterile walls.
“Your cervix is tilted,” he muttered under his breath, adjusting the wand again. “Might need longer pressure to get a clear read.”
You didn't know that was a lie. But when he pressed again—grinding the slick probe against your inner wall—you nearly cried. Toji leaned forward, his voice dropping into your ear, low and steady.
“You’re clenching. That’s not good. You need to breathe.”
You nodded frantically. He didn’t move. “Breathe with me,” he murmured. And like a fool, you obeyed.
“Good girl,” he whispered, hand still flat on your belly, the other slowly rocking the wand inside you.
The term shouldn’t have sent a wave of slick heat between your legs, but it did. You couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please,” you whispered, eyes glassy. "It's getting. . .too much."
He blinked once. Calm. Cool. “Orgasm isn’t part of the exam.”
You whimpered, nearly choking on a sob. “But I can’t— I can’t stop it—!”
His hand tightened just slightly on your abdomen. “You’ll learn to.”
Then—he pulled the probe out. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and your whole body trembled. Toji stood up, tugging off his gloves one finger at a time.
You nearly sobbed. “Y-You’re done?”
He looked at you over his shoulder. “For the diagnostic part? Yes.”
Your eyes burned. You were humiliated—desperate. He said smoothly and walked to the counter and scribbling something on a chart. “This was an exam."
“But,” he continued, looking at you finally, his voice just a notch softer, “I do need a post-exam reflex check.”
“…W-What?”
He walked back over to you, unhurried. You were still spread open, still trembling, panties long forgotten and skirt bunched around your waist.
“It’s important to test muscle response,” he said, setting down a timer and tugging on a new pair of gloves. “Especially in patients who are highly reactive.” He dropped his voice lower. “And you, doll, are very reactive.”
You swallowed hard. He pulled the stool close again—this time sitting even lower, spreading your legs wider with firm hands. “What kind of reflex—”
Before you could finish, his thumb brushed right over your slick clit. You screamed.
“Mm. Exactly,” he murmured. He rolled the bud in slow, deliberate circles, never speeding up, never faltering. “Sensitive. Overstimulated. That’s what I need to see.”
You cried out, head thrown back. “D-Doc—!”
“It’s Toji,” he corrected flatly, rubbing faster now, fingers sliding easily through your soaked folds. You were soaked. Dripping. He leaned down, his face level with your cunt now.
“Time for the full reflex test,” he muttered—then lowered his mouth to your clit. You shattered. Your moan was high, broken, needy—and he didn’t stop. His tongue lapped at you like it was his job, because to him, it was. Licking lazy, cruel circles, teasing, never letting you fall apart fully.
When you started to cum, he stopped. You gasped like he’d pulled air from your lungs. He looked up at you, lips shiny, eyes dark. “Too soon. I said full reflex."
You sobbed. But he didn’t leave you empty. His fingers returned—two this time, sliding in fast, curling with brutal precision. You screamed, full-body trembling.
“Don’t tighten. Let it happen,” he muttered, pumping faster.
The heel of his palm dragged against your clit, and you were done. You came hard, legs shaking, cunt clenching around his fingers so tight it burned. He held them inside you the whole time—watching, calm, silent, professional—as your body writhed beneath him. When it passed, when your eyes fluttered back open and your chest heaved, he finally spoke.
“Good reflexes,” he said softly. “We’ll need to check them again. Soon.”
He stood, peeled the gloves off again, and walked toward the sink like it was nothing. You couldn’t move. You just lay there, ruined, used, thighs slick and trembling.
“Dress yourself,” he said, without turning. “And schedule your follow-up in two weeks.”
You swallowed. “D-Doc?” He looked over his shoulder. Your voice was small. “Is… Is that really standard procedure?”
He smiled. And this time, it was a real smile, cruel and slow and filthy. "Yeah , sure doll. What, you don't trust me?" He grins.
" No . . . it's not that. . . I was just asking. ." you managed to say.
"Right, go home now, we'll see next week." he waved you off.
And as you were walking out of his office, you were already looking forward to the next appointment.
**********
You spent the entire week in a fog.
Every time you sat down, you felt it. That embarrassing ache between your thighs, the phantom press of his fingers, the burn of his voice in your ears. You thought about it on the bus. In the shower. At night, with your face buried in your pillow, thighs pressed together.
It was stupid. You were stupid. Was that how gynecologist exams usually were?
You didn’t know. You'd never had one before. It had felt wrong—the way he touched you, the questions he asked. But he said it was standard. He said it was procedure. And doctors were supposed to know better, right?
Still, your gut twisted. So one night, you pulled your laptop into your lap and typed awkwardly into the search bar:
"What happens during a first gyno visit?"
And the results were... confusing. Some said yes to internal exams. Some said no. No one mentioned fingers. No one mentioned vibrating wands. Definitely no one said anything about licking.
Your cheeks burned. Maybe it was just a thorough check, you reasoned. Maybe the internet doesn't have all the answers. You were so naive. So dumb. And more than anything, you hated how your body liked it.
You tried to put it out of your mind. But the moment you stepped into the clinic again the following week, it all came crashing back. The smell of antiseptic. The chill in the air. The receptionist asking if you were here for Dr. Fushiguro.
You said yes. And you waited. And waited. Until the nurse called your name. Until you stepped into that now-familiar exam room. And there he was.
Dr. Toji Fushiguro.
Leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, coat rolled up to his forearms, tattoos peeking out. That same unreadable expression on his face.
"Strip from the waist down," he said calmly, not even looking at you. "Lie back on the table. We’ll begin."
Your heart pounded. But you did what you were told. When he walked over, you noticed he wasn’t wearing gloves.
Your brows furrowed. "Aren't you supposed to... use gloves?"
He looked down at you with that calm, condescending expression. "Normally, yes. But considering your condition—I need better tactile response. Gloves dull sensation. This’ll give me more accurate readings."
You blinked. "Oh... okay." He spread your legs gently, but there was nothing gentle in the way his fingers pushed inside you. You gasped—instantly. His fingers were warm, thick, and rough, curling in a way that made your hips twitch.
"Still tight," he muttered. "Clenching. Didn't I tell you to practice relaxing this area?"
You whimpered. "N-No... I mean, I didn’t know how—"
His thumb pressed right on your clit. "You should’ve tried."
Your back arched. He moved slowly, curling his fingers deep inside you, dragging them against a spot that made your breath hitch. It was unfair. He kept that same blank expression, like this was a routine chore, but every stroke had your legs trembling. You whined. "Dr. Fushiguro—please—"
He cut you off. "Keep your legs still."
You obeyed. He leaned forward a little, eyes dark.
"Now. Open your shirt."
Your heart stopped. "W-What?"
He tilted his head. "I said open your shirt."
You clutched the fabric. "But... why?"
"Hormonal checks," he said simply. "Nipple response can help identify endocrine function. You wouldn’t know. I'm the doctor here. Not you."
You swallowed hard. It sounded so clinical. So logical. So wrong. But your hands moved anyway. Button by button, you undid your shirt, heat rushing to your face as more skin became visible. He watched. Slowly. Patiently. Like he was waiting for prey to show its throat.
When your shirt was open, he hummed. "Bra too."
You hesitated. Then reached behind your back. The second the clasp came undone, his hands were there. Large, calloused palms cupping your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples with slow, cruel precision. They peaked under his touch almost instantly.
He gave a satisfied grunt. "Very responsive."
You whimpered. His fingers never stopped moving inside you. Now he was touching everywhere. Groping your breasts like they were his to test, to measure, to play with. He pinched a nipple, rolled it between his fingers.
"T-Too much," you gasped.
"No, it isn't. It's the way things are." He leaned over, mouth inches from your chest. "We need to check oral stimulation response."
You were too dumb to question it. Then his mouth closed over your nipple. You moaned, shamelessly. He sucked hard, tongue flicking, one hand kneading the other breast while his fingers plunged into your cunt like he owned it. You were soaking the table. Your thighs shook. Your body was a mess.
Toji looked up at you, lips shiny, eyes unreadable. "Still with me?"
You nodded frantically. He gave one more sharp suck, then pulled back, dragging his fingers slowly out of you. You cried. But he already pulled out of you. Reaching for a tissue. Wiping his fingers with the same calm professionalism. "You did well."
You could barely breathe.
"Now," he said casually, like nothing had happened. "We'll need a more invasive test."
Your eyes widened. He smirked.
"Pelvic ultrasound. Internal. We'll use a different instrument this time." Your stomach flipped.
Toji walked to the door. "Follow me."
And you obeyed.
**********
The hallway leading to the ultrasound room was dim, unusually quiet for a clinic. You followed behind him, hands fidgeting with your purse strap, still feeling the heat between your thighs from the so-called examination he just finished. Your legs trembled just a bit with every step, and your head was a whirlwind of confusion and... something else.
"This way," Toji said, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. "We'll do your internal ultrasound now."
You nodded slowly, your voice too shy to offer anything more. When you both entered the smaller room, it was cooler than his office. There was a sleek examination table in the center, machines humming quietly nearby.
"You're gonna use that vibrating wand again?" you asked hesitantly, your voice soft and unsure.
He let out a low, amused hum as he locked the door. "Something like that," he said, his voice smooth and laced with something unreadable. "But bigger. And warmer."
You blinked, not understanding. Bigger? Warmer? He moved closer and motioned to the table. "Lie down. Legs up."
You obeyed, lying back slowly as your breath quickened. He pulled long, thick curtains around both sides of the table, enclosing you into a private space that somehow made it feel more intimate… more vulnerable. Then, he pulled another curtain at your waist, shielding your view of everything below. Now, you could only see the ceiling, and the curtain fluttering lightly from the fan above.
"W-What’s all this for?" you asked, peering down helplessly.
"It’s standard for ultrasound exams like this," he replied flatly. "Don't question it."
You nodded, cheeks flushed. Right. Procedures. His voice lowered behind the curtain. "I’m going to stretch you a bit first. The instrument’s big, won’t fit otherwise."
You blinked at the ceiling, heart pounding. "O-Okay. If it’s part of the procedure..."
He chuckled under his breath, and then you felt it—two fingers, bare and thick, sliding slowly into you with practiced ease. You gasped, hips jolting slightly as your hands gripped the sheet beneath you.
"S-Still not using gloves?" you asked, voice breathy.
"Bare skin gives more accurate feedback," he murmured. "You’d understand if you were trained in internal diagnostics."
You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. Your body was already betraying you, warmth pooling and spreading as his fingers pushed deeper.
"Tight little thing," he muttered, pressing his fingers wide, stretching your walls gently but firmly. "Still struggling to take just two. How’re you gonna handle the main thing?"
You whimpered, head tilting to the side as your lips parted with soft pants.
"Shh. Gotta loosen you up. Don’t wanna hurt my patient."
His fingers moved with steady precision, curling up, massaging that spongy spot inside you that made your hips buck helplessly. "Sensitive, huh? Hasn’t anyone ever really touched you here before?"
You shook your head, barely able to speak. "N-No..."
"No boyfriend ever fingered you? What a shame," he muttered, lips grazing just near your thigh though you couldn’t see it. "You’d think someone would’ve claimed a pretty cunt like this."
You gasped. "D-Doc—"
"Focus." He said sternly.
His fingers sped up, slick noises growing louder between your legs. Your body twitched, tightening around him, thighs beginning to tremble. "You close already? Just from two fingers? You’re really something else."
You bit your bottom lip, trying not to whimper, but your body was already writhing beneath his touch. He suddenly pulled his fingers out with a wet pop. You whimpered at the loss, breath shallow.
"Time for the wand," he said casually.
"It’s going to hurt a bit at first, but you’ll be fine."
You nodded weakly, completely dazed. Then you heard the snap of his belt. He grunted softly under his breath. "Gotta spread your legs a little more."
Hands grabbed your ankles, pushing your knees farther apart. You felt the cold air hit your slick folds, your thighs trembling in the stirrups. And then—warmth. Thick, blunt pressure at your entrance. He groaned low, voice strained. "Fuck, so tight..."
You gasped as he pushed forward, inch by inch, the pressure stretching you almost unbearably. "W-Wait—th-that’s not—"
"It’s the wand, doll," he whispered huskily, forcing his cock deeper inside with another low grunt. "It’ll give me the best image. Internal feedback."
You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. All you could do was clutch the edges of the table as he pushed further in, your walls tightening around him helplessly.
"Just let me in," he hissed, breath hot. "Almost there..."
His hips met your ass, finally seated deep inside. You were whimpering, panting beneath the curtain, your eyes wide with disbelief and overwhelming sensation.
"Good girl," he murmured darkly, starting to move, slow and steady. "We’ll get perfect readings this time."
The machine beside you beeped uselessly, untouched. And behind the curtain, Dr. Toji Fushiguro kept thrusting inside you, groaning quietly with every slick push.
"Now spread your legs a little wider for me," his voice comes low and thick through the curtain, gravel wrapped in silk. "I need better access."
You hesitate. Your thighs already feel too far apart, your back slightly arched from the tension.
"W-Wider? Like this?" you whisper, moving your legs open with unsure hands, heels sliding over the table's crinkled paper.
A pleased grunt rumbles behind the curtain. "Good girl. Just like that." Your breath catches.
"Why is there a curtain though?" you ask, confused, looking up at the ceiling. All you can see is white tiles and the soft folds of blue curtain blocking your view of him. "Does all ultrasounds… are like this?"
He chuckles under his breath, something rich and dark. "It’s to help you relax. Keep your nervous system calm. Most first-time patients don’t know what to expect. It’s all part of the standard procedure."
You nod, unsure, trusting his expertise because… well, he’s the doctor. Then you feel it getting pulled out.
He groans "Shit, too tight."
"Doc, is everything alright?" , you ask him confused.
"Yeah, focus, now." he replied.
His fingers—two of them now—press inside your already slick opening, slower this time. Not tentative. Intentional. Deep. Your hips twitch as he curls them expertly, brushing a spot that makes your toes curl.
"Tight," he murmurs. "So fucking tight. Gonna have to stretch you nice and slow, sweetheart. Can’t have you tearing when I put the instrument in again."
Your cheeks flame, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. "D-Does it… really stretch people out? Is that why it’s done?"
Another low chuckle, one filled with something you don’t recognize. "Exactly. It’s called dilation support. Helps the wand glide in without pain. We do it for patients who are... sensitive."
Sensitive. That must mean you. You bite your lip, nodding even though he can’t see you. His fingers move deeper, spreading, curling, teasing. Each time he presses up, a helpless sound escapes your throat, and you squeeze your thighs only to have his large hand push them apart again.
"Keep ‘em open for me, princess. That’s it. Let me work."
You want to ask him something else, anything to make sense of what’s happening. But all you can think of is the ache building between your legs. Then comes the pressure of something larger against your entrance. Not his fingers. You tense instinctively.
"Wh-What’s that? Is that the… wand again?" you ask, panic creeping into your voice.
"Mhm," he hums, voice a little strained. "Remember what I said—bigger and warmer. Takes some getting used to. Just breathe."
You try. You really do. But then you feel it. The tip of something thick, hot, and pulsing pressing at your entrance. He groans, loud this time, and grips your thigh hard as he pushes slowly in.
"Fuck," he growls, low and guttural. "So tight… swallowing me already."
"S-Swallowing?" you squeak, tears prickling your eyes from the stretch, from confusion, from something shamefully close to pleasure. "Is it s-supposed to feel like this?"
He grunts again, voice hot against your thigh. "Completely normal. It's part of the response cycle. Your body’s adjusting to foreign entry. Just stay still."
You whimper, legs trembling, hands gripping the edge of the table.
"Just like that," he mutters. "God, you’ve got no idea what I'm doing to you, dumb little thing."
"D-Doc?" you ask, the word trembling on your tongue.
He hisses through his teeth as he sinks in deeper. "Yeah, doll?"
"I-Is it almost done? The… the ultrasound?"
He groans, hips pressing flush against you now, his weight leaning over your parted thighs. "Not yet. Still gotta measure your reactions. Internal temperature, muscle contractions, depth adaptability. All of it."
It sounds like utter nonsense, but your mind is too fuzzy, too overwhelmed to think. And when he starts moving again—slow, deep strokes of that thick, hot instrument—you can only bite your lip and hold still, letting him take his time with you.
"Good patient," he mutters. "So fuckin’ obedient."
He began to move faster, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was anything but clinical. You could feel every inch, stretching you, filling you. You moaned loudly, your hands gripping the table for support as he set a punishing pace. The sound in the room was obscene, a wet, slapping noise that filled the entire space.
"Such a good patient," he murmured, his breath heavy. "So wet, so tight."
You could only moan in response, your body arching to meet his thrusts. You felt his hands on your body, gripping your hips, you thighs, holding you in place as he pounded into you. The sensation was overwhelming, the wand - his cock - hitting spots that made your vision blur, your body coiling tight with each thrust.
Suddenly, he pulled out, and you let out a whimper of protest. But then you felt it again—his cock, thick and hard, rubbing against your clit, the squelching sound filling the air. You moaned, your hips bucking, chasing the sensation.
"Why does the wand keep going in and out, Doc?" you asked, your voice breathless, confused.
He chuckled, a low, dark sound. "It's for reading internal diagnostics. The wand needs to map your insides thoroughly."
He pushed the tip of his cock in again, just an inch, and you moaned, your body clenching around him. He held still for a moment, letting you adjust, before pulling out and pushing in a little deeper. You could feel every vein, every ridge and your body begging for more.
"Please, Dr. Toji, ss. . .too much" you begged, not sure what you was asking for. He obliged, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm, each thrust going deeper than the last. You were a mess of moans and pleas, your body on fire, your mind a blur of sensation. You could feel his grunts and groans filling your ears, spurring you on.
"You're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained. " The wand's gonna break at this point, loosen up a little, doll."
You gasped, your body coiling tighter, your orgasm building with each thrust. He reached down, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in tight, fast circles that had you seeing stars. You came undone, your body convulsing around him, your orgasm ripping through you with such force that you screamed, your voice echoing in the small room.
He let out a low groan, his body tensing as he found his own release, filling you with his warmth. You felt it, the pulse of him, the heat of his seed as it spilled into you, coating your insides, dripping out of you, a mess.
"What... what is that?" You asked, your voice a hoarse whisper, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
A smirk on his lips. "That, doll, is just medicine. Just a little something extra to make you feel better."
He cleaned you up, his touch gentle but efficient, wiping away the evidence of the encounter. You dressed quickly, your body still humming with the aftereffects, your mind a mess of confusion and satisfaction. He led you back to his office, his hand on the small of your back, a gesture that sent a shiver down your spine.
Once in his office, he sat behind his desk, his eyes roving over your body, making you feel naked all over again.
"Your body responds well to the treatment," he said, his voice back to that professional tone, but with an underlying current that made your heart race. "You should continue to see improvements."
He handed you a small bottle of pills, his fingers brushing yours, sending a spark through you.
"Take these. They'll help with any... discomfort."
You nodded, your throat dry, your mind still reeling from what had just happened. "And when will I be cured, Dr. Toji? How long do I have to come see you?"
His smirk was back, that naughty glint in his eye. "Oh, I think you'll be needing my... special care for a while yet. You know, some patients need more... extensive treatment plans." His eyes hovered on your body. "Until next week, then."
You nods feeling flushed. His eyes followed you as you left, the weight of his gaze a physical touch on your skin. You walked out of the clinic, your body sore, your mind a mess of thoughts, but one thing was clear—You were looking forward to the next appointment.
And you wonder… is this really what all gynecologist visits are like?
phone sex gone wrong... or very, very right. who doesn't love an audience, anyways?
pairing : toji fushiguro x reader x gojo satoru
content warning: explicit sexual content • multiple partners • masturbation • voyeurism • dirty talk • jealousy • possessiveness • creampie • p in v • 18+ • mdni.
read the main series here
Satoru was bored out of his mind at work.
everything around him was gray, dull, and painfully uninteresting. the kind of boredom that gnaws at your brain, makes your body restless, and forces your eyes to wander. his fingers itched, tapping against the desk, his mind already drifting somewhere far more interesting.
and then, of course, he did what he always did when the monotony became unbearable. opened his gallery.
It took him exactly three seconds to find it. you.
the one in the black lace lingerie he had bought yoh last month, the one you had reluctantly put on because he practically demanded it. you looked… divine. like some sinful angel who knew exactly how to make him lose his goddamn mind.
his thumb zoomed in automatically, tracing the curves he knew too well. the swell of your breasts, the tips already begging for attention. the way your legs were spread just enough to tease, just enough to make him grind his hips in his chair.
he couldn’t help it. his little friend down there stood tall and proud the second he saw it. It was straining in his boxers, hard and throbbing, needing attention. his hand twitched, itching to do something about it.
Gojo leaned back, groaning softly, eyes locked on you. he imagined sliding his hands over you, feeling the warmth of your skin, cupping your tits, tracing the slick between your thighs. his mind was a mess of filthy images. he gritted his teeth, trying to focus, but it was hopeless. that image alone had him wrecked. one hand grabbed the edge of the table for support, the other sliding down, over the waistband of his pants, teasing himself just by imagining you under him.
“fuck…” he muttered under his breath, voice low and ragged. he couldn’t stay there any longer. sitting, scrolling, fantasizing, it wasn’t enough. his cock was screaming for attention.
Gojo didn’t even think. he fucking ran to the bathroom, slammed the door, yanked his dick out, and shoved the phone in front of his face. zoomed in on you, tits full, nipples stiff, lace stretched over your soft skin, cunt teasing and bare under his eyes.
his hand started moving on its own, sloppy, greedy, jerking that hard cock while he traced your body on the screen with his finger like he could fuck the photo.
he couldn’t help it anymore. had to see you. so he tapped the call button on your contact as his fingers still working on his needy cock.
you hear the faint buzz of your phone on the counter, the screen lighting up with Satoru’s name. you freeze for a second, your heart skipping—why now?
curiosity wins over hesitation. you swipe to answer, expecting a “hey, where are you?” but what greets you is something else entirely.
Gojo’s face fills the screen, sweat glistening, pupils blown wide, chest rising fast. his hand is already wrapped around his cock, stroking hard and fast. your stomach drops and heat coils low, pulse spiking.
“satoru… what—” your voice cracks.
“bunny,” he hisses, leaning closer to the camera. his grin is wicked, cock straining in his hand. “miss me, yeah? look at me… see?” he shifts the phone slightly, giving you the perfect view, his hips jerking into his hand.
your lips part, breath catching as he tilts the camera, showing how hard he is, how desperate he looks.
“miss you… so damn much. need you…” his voice is rough, ragged with lust, and you shiver.
you bite your lip. “t… toru… shouldn’t you be at work?”
“can’t, bunny,” he growls. “can’t stop thinking about you… just… wanna see it.”
“s-see what?” you whisper.
he leans closer, eyes smoldering. “your pussy, bunny… just once. please, bunny… a few minutes. show me. only for me.”
your body tingles with heat, heart racing. you hesitate, then slowly nod, biting your lip as you obey.
who could even say no to that face?
with shaking fingers, you move to sit comfortably on the bed, spreading your legs and hiking up your skirt. you positioned the phone correctly so he can see all of you.
Gojo’s grin widens. “that’s it… yes… spread more.” his hand jerks harder, slicking himself fast, eyes locked on your movements. “yeah… like that… god, you’re so fucking good for me, bunny…”
your cheeks burn red as he praises and taunts you at the same time. the sound of his breathy groans and low filthy mutters sends tremors down your spine. you can feel yourself dripping, slick coating your fingers, and you obey without thinking, spreading your pretty folds carefully, showing him exactly like he wants.
“lower the camera a little… yeah, perfect,” he hisses. “look at that little cunt… soaked, huh? you know I’d fuck you right now if I could, bunny… fill it up nicely. . .”
"toruuuu....." you whined softly as your fingers slide inside yourself, mimicking the motions he wants, and his eyes practically glow through the screen.
“god… want you so bad… can see everything, that pretty pussy… want it on my cock…” he jerks harder, cursing under his breath, veins popping, cock pulsing with every stroke. “keep spreading… shit, bunny… you’re so fucking filthy f'me…”
your breaths are shallow, knees trembling, as he continues to whine and moan, jerking fast, every filthy comment like fire on your skin. “so hot… little bunny’s pussy… all mine, even when I can’t touch it… shit, look at you…”
the heat coils higher, body trembling as his praise and filthy talk push you further. every eye roll of the camera, every thrust of his hand, every groan he hisses makes you more desperate, more obedient, until you’re soaking your own fingers, letting him see it all, listening to him groan in delight.
“fuck, bunny… yes… just like that… wanna lick it up so bad…” his voice breaks through your haze as you shiver, pleasure wracking your body. you can see him jerking himself over the camera, moaning and desperate, it makes you moan too, covering your mouth slightly, still obedient, still showing him everything he wants.
the door clicks open and your heart jumps. you freeze, fingers still trembling as you hover over yourself, the phone screen illuminating Satoru’s wide, needy eyes.
“Tojii…” you whimper, panic rising as you try to cover yourself, “I—”
but Toji’s eyes are already on you. fuck. that look. the way his gaze sharpens, dark and hungry, and your blood rushes low in response. you’re caught helpless, exposed, every slick and filth he can see.
“the fuck you doing?” his voice is a growl, low and dangerous, and Satoru sputters on the other end of the video call.
“wh-what, bunny… can… can't see you—” Satoru stammers through his moans and strokes.
Toji just smirks, with that knowing look and steps further into the room, jaw tight, nostrils flaring as he takes in every inch of you. “what do we have here…. filthy girl… and you—” he jerks his head at Satoru, “—care you to explain?”
Satoru groans, a mix of irritation and arousal, flustered. “Toji, what the hell—get out!”
Toji ignores him, steps closer, and snatches the phone off you with a grin that’s all teeth and menace. he lifts it, tilting the screen so he can see exactly what Satoru’s been doing. and he looks back at your flushed body on full display. his cock twitches in response, darkly amused.
“think you can make her do these kinda shit, huh?” Toji growls, voice sharp. “pervert. always on heat. you ever leave her alone?”
Satoru shouts protests back, but Toji doesn’t care. his hand reaches for you curls around your waist, pulling you a little closer to him, the warmth of his body and the hardness pressing into your thigh making you shiver.
“oh, she’s shaking… look at this little bunny,” Toji says with a low laugh, eyes darkening. “all wet, all fucked up, and you’re sitting there jerking off like an idiot.”
you bite your lip, covering your mouth, cheeks flushing as Satoru continues to blabber from the phone. “get out… Toji! what the hell, old man!”
Toji’s grin only widens like he thought about something to do just now. his hand slides lower, brushing over the curve of your hip, making you gasp softly. “let’s see… maybe this pervert needs a lesson.”
Satoru was cut off by your small gasp as Toji’s fingers trace dangerously close to your soaked pussy, teasing through the folds. you’re a mess, the phone screen shaking in Toji’s grip, Satoru’s wide eyes locked on every movement, and Toji’s smirk grows darker.
“lovin' it, yeah?” Toji taunts, leaning in so his lips hover near your ear. “thought you could hide it from me? I see everything, baby… everything.”
your moans are muffled against your hand, but Toji tilts his head, brushing his nose against your neck. “oh, don’t need to hear it… I can feel it.”
he glances at the phone, then back at you, and that grin… God, the kind that makes heat coil low. Satoru huffs into the phone, voice shaky and incredulous, but Toji just chuckles, sliding a hand under your legs and brushing over your wet folds. “looks like this pervert’s gonna get a show…,” he murmurs, fingers teasing, the contrast of your softness and the state you're in driving both him and Satoru wild.
Toji had no reason to wait a single second. his hand wrapped around himself, the slick heat coating his fingers as he slowly stroked, eyes glinting with that same dark fire you knew too well. every drag of his palm made your stomach twist, every flick of his wrist echoed through the room like a challenge.
he set the phone down, angled it perfectly so Satoru could see the full scene, every inch of you flushed and exposed. his smirk was sharp as he looked at the screen.
“Gojo,” he said, voice low and teasing, “see what I’m gonna do with your bunny.”
your heart raced, and Satoru’s voice was caught in your ear from the call, shaky, needy. “T… Toji… that’s…”
Toji didn’t care. he leaned in, sliding a hand between your legs, spreading them slowly, deliberately, rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds, coating himself in your slick. every thrusting motion was precise, exposing every delicious detail to Satoru on the screen. you gasped, fingers clutching his shoulders, pressing into him, muffling little whines of disbelief.
Satoru’s voice came again, breathy, urgent. “fuck… Toji… stop teasing… just put it in… .”
Toji tilted his head, eyes rolling back with that slow, mocking grin. “oh yeah?” he said, voice deep and low. “want me to just shove it in, perv? you sure?”
“y-yeah… want to… fuck her, Toji…,” Satoru moaned, tone desperate, high and strained.
Toji chuckled, dark and sharp, brushing the tip of himself over your entrance one more time. “hm… alright, bunny’s ready,” he murmured to you, leaning in so his lips hovered over your ear. “right?”
you nodded, wet and trembling, hips instinctively lifting toward him. that was all the permission he needed.
without any hesitation, he slid inside you, slow at first, stretching you, making sure every inch was perfectly aligned. you moaned, pressed against him, hands gripping his, nails digging in as he set a steady, teasing rhythm.
on the phone, Satoru was frantic, breathless. “ahh…fuckin' hell… ”
Toji smirked, almost mockingly, leaning back to give Satoru a perfect view. “see that, brat? watch it. that’s how I use our bunny.” his hips rolled, dragging every inch in and out, slow at first, then faster, giving Satoru a full, filthy show.
your hands clutching him tighter, pressing your face into his neck. “T-Toji… please… mhm... so biggg...”
he grinned, teasing, fingers brushing over your nipples, pinching lightly as he fucked into you, watching your reactions. “mhm… that so?”
Satoru’s whines filled your ears through the call, pleading, desperate. Toji kept driving into you, hard, shameless, each thrust exposing you completely to Satoru on the screen. your walls clenched around him, your moans muffled into his neck, hips rocking against his, helpless to stop yourself.
“ahhh… nghh… Toji…” you gasped, every breath shaky, nails digging into him as he fucked you like he owned you—which he did.
he smirked, hand sliding down to pinch your clit roughly as he buried himself in you fully. “look at ya…showing yourself off… like a cheap whore…” he murmured, voice low and filthy. “I bet he's drooling right now, huh?”
Satoru’s voice cracked, breathy and loud from the phone. “f-fuck you… Toji… I… I can’t… ahhh…”
Toji just chuckled, rolling his hips harder, fingers digging in, spreading you wider. “can’t handle it, brat? that’s what happens when you leave me alone with her. want a turn? wish this was you? huh?”
you moaned, arching against him, helpless but he didn’t stop. Instead, he leaned over you, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, low and rough, “gonna fuck you till you can’t stand… till that bastard has to watch you scream…”
your thighs tightened around his hips, hands clawing at him as he set a relentless pace. every thrust pushed you closer, every touch, every groan, building toward that heat pooling deep inside.
Satoru’s moans were frantic through the phone, jerking himself off furiously, voice tight, “ahhh… fuck… god… bunnyyy…”
Toji smirked, spreading your legs more so Satoru could see it all, rubbing your clit with a thumb in wild, perfect circles. “ghat’s right, doll… show him how much you love this…”
Toji’s voice was a low growl as he slammed in one last, deep thrust, spilling himself, your gummy walls clenching around him, moans strangled and raw. “come all over me… show me…”
you shuddered, screaming into him as you came around him, body jerking, nails digging into him. Toji didn’t stop, kept fucking you through your high, drawing it out, until your body finally collapsed weak against his, breathless, dripping with need.
Toji rolled his hips once more, keeping you flush to him as Satoru reached his limit, his voice cracking with release. you could hear him panting and jerking himself off on the other end.
Toji murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as you clung to him, soft and messy. “perfect.”
you were utterly spent, while Toji leaned back, smirking down at you, hand sliding slowly over your body, watching Satoru on the screen catch his breath, panting like a fool, eyes glued to every inch.
Toji stayed buried in you for a second longer, just feeling the warmth, the slick cling of your walls, before slowly pulling out. wet, dripping evidence of pleasure slid down him, and he snatched the phone, flipping it toward the camera with a wicked smirk.
“see this, brat?” he said, voice low and teasing. “pretty, ain’t it?” he spread your folds with one thumb, deliberately showing off every slick curve, every crease as his cum oozes out of your little hole. “… look at her… leaking so much… it's all me...”
on the other end, Satoru groaned, voice strained and desperate. “f-fuck… I… I’m coming home… can’t survive a minute without her. I will die If I don't bury my cock in that pussy…”
Toji laughed, deep and mocking, pressing a kiss to your temple as he leaned down. “fuck off, pervert… she ain’t gonna be here. I’m taking her out.” and with that, he cut the call.
Satoru’s whining voice faded, leaving you breathless and sticky, the aftershocks of your climax still wracking your body. Toji smirked, watching you, hands still sliding over your soft skin, teasing, tugging gently.
“just kidding” he murmured, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “gonna fuck another load into you…”
you whimpered, burying your face into his chest. “… Toji…”
He chuckled, hand threading into your hair, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. “that’s my doll… all mine. don’t think that brat gets a say. not today.”
your heart raced at his words, body still sensitive, but the way he held you made you feel safe and owned, wrapped up in his heat and presence. he leaned back, letting you catch your breath, tracing slow circles over your arms, your thighs, leaving little trails of fire wherever he touched.
“and if that perverted brat ever dares to call again…” he whispered in your ear, voice rough, “you come to me, yeah? we’ll give him something worth watching.”
pairings — Icky Gynecologist! Nanami x Naive Fem! Reader.
꒰ྀི১ ໒꒱ིྀ synopsis — you book your very first gyno appointment with nanami. you didn’t realize then that you would leave a completely different person and craving for more.
wc: 3.2k
warnings/tags: dead dove do not eat, dark content. NSFW. MDNI 18+. younger sheltered virgin fem! reader (early twenties), gross and pervy older! nanami (mid to late forties), medical au, medical malpractice, taking advantage, gaslighting, dubcon and noncon themes, fingering, power imbalance, panty stealing, forced orgasm, gaslighting, age-gap, degradation, praise, breeding kink, corruption kink, coercion, size difference, humiliation, shame, manipulation. also please note that if you do not like any of these tags, you do not have to read. please feel free to block me and go about your day. if you go out of your way to leave hate i will literally ignore or block your ass, don’t look stupid. not proofread.
you were always so confused about your body. growing up without an older sister, aunt, or mother figure left you with no one to guide you through the depths of your own body. you had no one to ask what did things mean, you were mostly clueless to women’s health. you pieced what you could together through basic info on the internet. googling symptoms, even spiraling in wikipedia hell, yet you still felt deeply embarrassed and ignorant.
after months of vague pelvic discomfort and irregular periods you decided to bite the bullet and book an appointment with your local gynecologist, especially after your best friend vaguely mentioned that “you should get checked out.” you chose dr. nanami because of his reviews, while there were only a few, they were all positive. they said he was “thorough” and “patient with anxious first-timers and younger patients.” everything you needed, yet as you sat in the waiting room with sterile white lights shining over you, you fidgeted. blushed while filling out the initial intake form. when the reception finally called you back, you knew that there was no turning back now. you sat on the hard plastic chair, already shy, clutching your purse, thighs pressed together so tight under your sundress it was like your unconsciously body is already refusing the exam before it even started. but when dr. nanami walked through the door, a small weight seemed to lift off your shoulders for a reason you couldn’t understand.
He greeted you with a warm, paternal smile that seemed to make you give a shy smile back. in that gentle, professional, doctor way that made patients relax “miss l/n.” mid-to-late-40’s, tall, deep voice, polished, impeccably dressed in a white overcoat over slacks and a white button down, and framed glasses. you didn’t notice the slight shift in his demeanor when he first saw you.
he knew the moment he laid eyes on you that he wanted to ruin you.
then the standard questions started. menstrual history, medical background, sexual activity (to which you admitted you had no past partners, only touched yourself occasionally, and even then it was only clumsy external rubbing). “it doesn’t really feel… good? Or maybe it does? I’m not sure what it’s supposed to feel like.” you admitted to him, because that was the truth, you could never bring yourself to finish or even get closer to that edge, everything just felt unsatisfactory but you just convinced yourself you were one of those people who maybe just didn’t find masturbation enjoyable? nanami listened with a perfect bedside demeanor, nodding empathetically that made you feel utterly seen “It’s quite common for young women without proper guidance to be uncertain about their own bodies. That’s why we’re here.”
but what he really thought? clumsy little thing doesn’t even know what an orgasm is. perfect.
he recommended a “full pelvic exam” for baseline health, emphasizing how important it is for someone your age with “limited experience.” you had to undress, pulling your dress off with shaky hands in the corner of the room, then your bra, then your panties, but nanami stayed in the room while you changed. his eyes locked onto the floor (or so you thought) from across the room, he claimed him staying in the room “saved time and reduced anxiety,” and poor old you believed every bit of it. the thin paper gown he gave felt harsh on your skin and made you feel utterly exposed, yet the warm aura that came from nanami made you believe that everything was going to be alright.
everything felt normal. he checked your vitals, the breast exam was swift, etc. he was thorough in ways you should’ve noticed if you weren’t so ignorant, lingering touches, the subtle bulge that slowly started to form in his slacks the longer his fingers were on you, him rolling your nipple between his thumb and index finger. just once. barely noticeable, and over as soon as it started but causing a small whimper past your lips that make his cock twitch in his slacks while explaining everything in textbook language you barely understood.
sensitive, bet she’d cry so pretty with my mouth on them while begging for more. you, so stupid, so naive, thought that maybe all doctors were this thorough.
stupid.
then the pelvic exam came.
so stupid.
he had you lay back on the stiff table, thighs pressed together as he changed his gloves. the latex snapping against his wrist sounded like a round being put in a chamber. you watched his back as he moved across the room grabbing the necessary equipment, you were actively avoiding the stirrups where your feet were supposed to go. but the moment he turned around and saw you there, shaking slightly, something shifted in him. most doctors would comfort you, take their time with you. but nanami? it fueled his disgusting brain even more. the look of you, so nervous and at his expense, he almost turned you over and fucked you raw on this very table. the sight of your thighs pressed together made his cock throb heavily against the front of his slacks. but externally? he just gave you the a small warm smile, the kind that made your shoulders relax despite your legs still being pressed tight.
“don’t worry, miss l/n, it’s alright. we’ll take it nice and slow. many young women find the stirrups intimidating at first. let’s get you comfortable, yeah?”
his voice was steady, professional in the way you believed everything he said. he rolled his stool right between your thighs. he then helped you position your feet in the stirrups himself, one hand lingering on your calf while the other stayed on your inner thigh for a moment too long “for support.”
bullshit.
the paper gown crinkled loudly as he lifted the hem up to your waist, exposing you completely under the harsh and sterile white light. the cool air hit your bare skin making you shiver, or maybe it was the way nanami gazed at your cunt, like he had been undressing you with his eyes long before you were actually naked, you couldn’t tell from which. you stared at the tiles on the ceiling like they were the most interesting thing in the world, afraid if you looked down that all of this would become real.
“perfect. just scoot your hips a little closer to the edge… there you go. excellent.” he adjusted the overhead lamp, staring openly at your pussy while pretending to calibrate it. he used his gloved fingers to slowly inspect the external vulvar area with clinical precision. parting your folds gently with his index finger, noting positively on the color, the lack of lesions, and the “healthy appearance.” but his sick thoughts inside his mind were a complete devoid of what he said outwardly.
fuck, look at the pretty pink slit. barely touched, clenching around nothing. dripping already just from being looked at. this little thing walked right into my office like a gift. he thought. no fucking way i’m wearing latex for this, i want to feel how soaked this clueless cunt gets.
his cock was already half-hard in his slacks. he palmed himself once, slowly, while “reaching for the light.” but what really got you was the sound of latex, not being put in place, no, being taken off. he peeled off his gloves right in front of you, tucking them in his coat pocket. your eyes snapped from the ceiling to him, searching, yet instead he told you “for the internal portion i’m going to proceed without gloves. latex can dull the temperature and texture perception, and for a baseline exam on a younger with limited experience, direct contact can give us much more accurate information about elasticity, lubrication, any subtle tenderness, and overall vaginal health. it’s standard in thorough practices. is that all right with you?”
you nodded quickly, too quick, embarrassed to even have an opinion. afraid of being a bad patient. afraid of being a problem. “if that’s what’s best…”
so so stupid.
he kept one hand on your inner thighs “to steady you.” you didn’t even remember trying to close your legs again, he used his other hand to part you open. his fingers were warm compared to the latex you braced for. slightly rough. bare. no latex barrier. just the friction of skin on skin.
the sterile room smelled sharply of antiseptics, but something underneath it was muskier. the paper crinkled loudly as you shifted, the cold metal from the stirrups bitting into your heels.
one thick digit traced your slit just like earlier, but this time he collected your wetness, circling your clit in small slow motions. “how does this feel?” he asked, voice low and even, bordering clinical like he was checking your blood pressure. like this was normal.
“it-it feels kind of… strange. tingly i guess?” you whispered unsure, staring hard at the ceiling tiles while your face burned. “perfectly normal,” he murmured. so fucking clueless that she doesn’t know that she’s doesn’t know that she’s getting wet for her doctor. pathetic, greedy cunt. i could knock her up right here on this table—fill her up until she’s leaking my cum for weeks.
“you’ll feel some pressure now. try to relax your muscles… good. how does this feel?” he pushed one thick digit in slowly, then a second, curling, stroking your walls with precision while his thumb “accidentally” kept brushing your clit. the wet squelching noise filled the filled the room obscenely as he scissored you open. the stretch burned slightly but sent a confusing spark to your gut as he pumped slowly. his other hand stayed resting on your inner thigh, parting, rubbing small circles into them all while gently but firmly keep them apart.
“it… it feels weird. full? but i don’t know if it’s supposed to—“ he deepened the motion instantaneously, hitting the spot you didn’t have a name for that made your hips jerk. the spongy spot inside of you he rubbed with deliberate yet professional strokes caused a involuntary moan to slip past your lips. “excellent response. that’s normal. some discomfort mixed with sensation is expected.” he said calmly. “your pelvic floor is quite reactive. that’s a good sign.”
like he’d had done this before.
his hand that was resting on your thigh moved abruptly. under the exam table, away from your vision, though not entirely, his other hand palmed his thick obvious bulge that was straining against his slacks. he squeezed himself once through the fabric, stroking once, twice, while his finger continued to work you open.
monthly appointments from now on— i’ll have her bent over this table like my own personal cumdump every four weeks, pretending it’s “pelvic floor therapy.”
the sounds that were coming from your cunt were obscene. wet squelching, those very noises would keep nanami up for days straight feeding his sick fantasy while he jerked off under his desk between patients, in the shower, in bed.
you caught the motion from your peripheral — the rhythmic movement of his arm, the way his hips shifted slightly. your eyes flicked down for half a second. was that…? no? no. you’re just nervous. hallucinating. doctors don’t… you’re imaging it because you’re gross and anxious. don’t be stupid. you snapped your gaze back to the ceiling, heart hammering. the nerves of your first gyno visit is clearly making you hallucinate.
no one ever taught you about this kind of thing, so this must’ve been normal.
he felt you clench and smiled that paternal smile.
“excellent muscle tone. you’re doing very well.” he said. she saw my cock. looked away like a scared little rabbit. but she saw it. next time i’ll make her watch me stroke it while i finger-fuck her. he kept the rhythm steady—slow, deep, agonizingly so. curling his fingers every few thrust—while his thumb brushed your clit “to assess sensation.”
“how does this feel now?”
you whimpered. “it’s… a lot. i feel really weird. like something’s building.”
he added a third finger, stretching you wider unpredictably. “breathe through it. tell me if the pressure changes.” i could cum in my pants right now just from how she’s sucking my fingers in. bet she’s never had anything this thick inside of her. i own this pussy now. she’ll be booking monthly appointments thinking that this is what healthcare feels like. stupid slut.
your mind questioned what was happening while your body betrayed you — slick coating his bare hand and practically leaked down to his wrist. you didn’t understand what was happening, only that it felt complete overwhelming, the pressure became intense. your thighs shook in the stirrups, you bit your lip to supress those pathetic whimpers and moans. you didn’t understand the heat coiling low in your belly or why your hips kept wanting to move.
“dr. nanami… it feels… really intense. like my body is doing something on its own. can we… can we take a break. please? or maybe i can finish this another time? maybe i could reschedule an appointment for another day…”
he didn’t pull his fingers out. he just slowed them. kept them buried deep inside you and he looked at you with that warm, parental, understanding expression that made your feel like you were the one being ridiculous.
“i hear you. and it’s completely valid to feel overwhelmed—many-first-time patients do. but stopping now would leave the exam incomplete. your symptoms, the pelvic discomfort, irregular periods, the uncertainty about pleasure—point to possible pelvic floor issues or possible vaginismus. this could indicate something that we’d need to catch early on. if you reschedule, we’d likely have to repeat a lot of this, which might be even harder next time. we wouldn’t want that, right? many patients regret not finishing. you’re already being so brave. just a little longer and we’ll have everything we need. you don’t want to be one do this girls who avoid care because of nerves, do you?”
you hesitated, tears forming in your eyes. “breathe. you’re safe. this is what a proper exam feels like. your body is reacting this way because it had never properly been examined before. trust the process.” he added, his voice dropping slightly.
you felt guilty. stupid. like you were wasting his time and being difficult to a man who was only trying to do his job.
you cracked, self-deprecating “i-i’m so sorry. you’re so right… i don’t want to be a problem, i’m just being silly. i can do it. really. please just keep going. i trust you. i’m sorry for interrupting…” you even spread your thighs a little wider in apology, mortified at yourself.
his smile softened. “no need to apologize. you’re communicating perfectly. let’s finish strong.” you didn’t even notice while you were apologizing he took the opportunity to palm himself again—full, slow squeeze of his cock through his slacks, thumb brushing at the angry head where a wet spot was starting to form. you didn’t look this time. you kept your eyes glued to the ceiling like it could save you. he rewarded you by speeding up, his mask slipping just a fraction. “Good girl. such a cooperative patient. how does this feel now?”
but you didn’t respond this time, you couldn’t, not properly at least. your breath hitched. your head was all fuzzy, tears blurring your vision. your walls fluttering, then clamping down hard around his bare fingers like your pussy was trying to both push him out and pull him back in at the same damn time. a sudden, intense, and overwhelming wave crashed through you—your whole body jerked, face twisted, back arching off the table. slick gushed around his hand and the table beneath you. you came with a broken little sound you’ve never heard yourself make before.
he kept fucking you through it, repeatedly hitting your g-spot, drawing it out and milking it, pupils dilated far beyond reasoning. your first real orgasm—you whimpered, ashamed. he prolonged it while palming himself to the edge but not finishing, saving it for a later fantasy.
when it finally subsided you were panting, confused, mortified. “i think… i had an accident? or… what was that?” he slowly removed his fingers, letting them linger on your swollen clit for just a moment too long. showing you, holding them up to the sterile light, then wiping it on your inner thigh with clinical detachment.
“no accident at all. that was an involuntary release—completely normal during internal stimulation, especially for you first time experiencing it. it tells us that your nerves are responding appropriately. nothing to feel ashamed about miss l/n.” he deepened his fingers one more time, claiming to “check your cervix” all while your body was still twitching, wanting to push you over the edge. he helped you sit up, praised how well you did, let you pull down your gown. the rest of the appointment passed in a haze.
“everything looks healthy. no abnormalities. however, given your full history and the fact that this did your first full exam, i’d like to see you back in four to six weeks for a follow up. we can recheck your cycle patterns and go over any self-monitoring techniques if you’d like.” he handed you his business card with his direct line scribbled on the back. “call the office to schedule. or you can reach me directly if anything comes up before then. please, don’t hesitate.”
you got dressed once again, slipped off your gown to put your sundress back on. you didn’t notice that your panties were gone, must’ve been the way way that your thigh were shaking or how your mind was still cloudy. you didn’t see just earlier when he slipped them inside his coat pocket. but as you thanked him and left the room he took the damp fabric and brought them to his nose, inhaling deep with a small smirk. i’ll wrap them around my cock tonight and jerk off to the memory of her gushing on my fingers. next visit i’m tasting her directly. he put them back in his pocket along with the facade he slipped back on.
you left on shaky legs, still wet, still throbbing, still telling yourself that this was normal.
later that night you tried to sleep. you couldn’t. every time you closed your eyes you felt his fingers, heard his deep voice.
how does this feel?
your hand slipped between your legs almost on autopilot without you even realizing. you started like you always did—clumsy circles on your clit—but it wasn’t enough. not after today. you slid two fingers inside yourself the way he had. tried to copy the curl, the upward press.
how does this feel?
you moved faster, chasing that same “tingly” feeling as you did earlier, the same pressure. shame flooded over you instantly.
no one ever taught me… this must be what he meant by reactive. i’m just following his instructions. he was helping me.
tears pricked your eyes even as you rolled your hips against your hand. you added a third finger, gasping at the stretch. though it didn’t feel as good as when he did it, but it was close enough to make you moan broken into your pillow. you whispered his words back to yourself.
how does this feel?
the guilt made the pleasure sharper, more intense. when it hit you again you had to bite your pillow to stay quiet. your body shook harder then it did on that exam table. you came again thinking of his calm face between your legs.
what the fuck is wrong with me? you thought. he was just doing his job. being through. and i’m here fingering myself to the memory like some gross pervert. he even said it was normal. i’m the one making it sexual. i’m the problem.
completely unaware that the real pervert had been that man in the white coat.
you curled up small, eyes burning. you felt dirty. ignorant. broken.
but you also knew that were already going to call in the morning and book that follow up. better yet? you would use his direct line.
his monthly toy.
a/n: this is my first fic on this account so y’all better go easy on me lmao. xoxo, ly loves you 💋! divider is by @cursed-carmine
toji, brown liquor, and coworker one-night-stands go very, very well together.
18+ mdni | toji x fem reader, office au, smut, yearner toji, soft toji, softdom dynamics, car sex
things had gotten slightly out of hand right after a hard day of work. a company event turned informal the moment your boss triumphantly announced that drinks were on him. simply a friday night disaster waiting to happen.
toji, being the man he is, took full advantage. downing glass after glass of brown liquor without as much as a bat of the eye your way. throwing back calm, singing mouthfuls of the dark liquid with a staggering calmness only a man with a steel liver could manage. sitting alone at the bar in wrinkled slacks with his temple resting against his fist.
the attention doesn’t start until you’re halfway done with your first, and only glass of the night. you’d chosen something sweet. watered down enough to not get you hammered in front of the man who signs your checks, but just potent enough to give you a nice buzz.
toji had noticed you over the rim of his glass. quietly nursing your drink by the coat check like you weren’t sure if you were allowed to go home yet. the sweet thing from a few departments over, he’d never quite gotten the chance to speak to.
he takes a bit before handing his drink off to the bartender and gravitating your way. shoulders his way through the dense thicket of button-ups and knee-length skirts until he’s within arm's reach of you, too buzzed to fully sort out what he wants to say to you.
he looks good like this. happier than when you happen to catch him in the break room during working hours. top button undone, tie loosened just enough to show off the dip where his neck meets his flushed chest. you smile back at him, making note of how warm his hand is when he shakes yours. how wide his palms are, how soft the pads of his fingers feel against yours.
“you having fun?” he asks, tongue fleeting across the seam of his lips. you know it isn’t a serious question from the way he laughs at himself after. that was toji for you. so different from all the strung-up people in his department. never quite taking anything too seriously.
“not as much as you, i’m guessing.” you jest, realizing your hand is still in his. he squeezes in silent appreciation before crossing both arms over his meaty chest, the space between the top buttons stretching wide enough for you to notice. wide enough to make your chest throb as the effects of your drink finally start to set in.
“can i grab you a shot?”
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he tastes smoky the moment his lips finally seal against yours. kissing you quietly against the side of his truck in the staff garage with only the stars to bear witness.
it’s far too early for anyone to be down here. so quiet that the only sound you’re privy to is the one he makes in his chest when your tongue flits out to taste him. swapping spit while the entirety of the office mingles a couple of floors above.
his hands come up to clutch your face. thumbs rubbing over the apples of your cheeks before he pulls away, mumbling something slurred about taking you home. about fucking a hard day’s work right out of you if you’ll let him.
and you do. let him, that is. you let him have you right in the backseat like you’re back in college and it’s the night before a long weekend. you let him hold your legs in the crook of his elbows while he fucks you from the side, testing the limits of the vehicle’s suspension because his thrusts are simply that powerful.
you let him fuck you twice on the edge of his bed at home, the buzz from earlier still thrumming its way through both of your veins. that sugary sweet mixture of post-orgasmic haze, liquor, and the knowledge that you both really, truly shouldn’t be doing this. it isn’t smart to let the drinks talk. especially when the person they’re talking to happens to work a couple of doors down from you.
his dick is huge in the most significant, demeaning way. pressing against the seam where your pussy meets your cervix. kissing the deepest part of you with a soft, practiced efficiency that is so unlike anything you’ve felt before that you let him fuck you into overstim.
you take your fill of each other for far too long. rutting, and sucking, and grabbing at each other in such a devoted way that lines of reality blur and you miss the part where you both end up asleep. by the time you finally wake up, you’re not even sure how long you’ve been asleep for.
the only thing grounding you besides the soft red glow of his alarm clock right now is the heavy arm around your middle, keeping you right where toji can reach.
3:07 am. the smell of sex sticks to your skin, and the dull throb in your head is far from an added plus. you’re wearing something. not the clothes you came in, but a much larger, worn, top and bottom set. soft and pilling at the hems with enough of that oaky scent for you to know they’re his.
toji lies dormant behind you. shirtless, that you know from the feeling of his bare chest rising and falling against your back, with just a pair of boxers separating the two of you.
you test the waters, shimmying back slowly until your shoulder blades sit sweetly against his chest and your ass is pressed against the length of his dick.
something in him stirs. a sharp inhale, just quiet enough to miss if you weren’t paying attention. his breath stutters in his chest, and the arm around your waist wraps tighter, digging into your hip bones.
“fuck are you doing?” he mumbles sleepily, a playful tilt to his gravelly, hungover voice.
your ears nearly perk up at the sound of his voice.
“nothing.” you reply, playing coy.
“nothing? doesn’t look like nothing." he mumbles, pressing his cock into your side a little harder with an appreciative groan.
“did you sleep good?” he asks,. scarred lips pressed right against your nape.
“i think so. how long has it been?” you wonder aloud.
“40 minutes.” he laughs, pressing up against you a little harder. the knob to the faucet between your legs starts to loosen with every mini thrust of his against you. you can feel his dick through the loose fabric of his bottoms. standing just as tall and hard as it did not even an hour ago when he’d had you bent in half in this very bed.
“you need help gettin’ home tomorrow?” he asks casually. his thrusts start to slow now as sleep takes over again.
fuck
“my car’s still at work.” you realize, sitting up a little faster than you should, considering your headache.
“shit, is it?” the way he asks is so full of fake sympathy. he sounds more triumphant than anything. like the thought of you possibly relying on him for a ride makes him feel good. strong arms close in around your waist, guiding you back down against the mattress until your back is against his chest once more.
“sleep. i’ll fuck you good in the morning, drive you to your car. done deal.” he offers casually, nosing at the back of your neck with a satisfied inhale.
“...really?”
“yeah, i mean, well we can grab breakfast too.” he shrugs. like taking you out to eat was only the right thing to do after all the things he’d gladly done to your body tonight. what a way to branch out and meet new coworkers, right?
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toji spits in your mouth, tears your panties off, fucks you raw and makes you call him sir.
! MDNI, mechanic!toji, mean/cruel, degradation, no condom, power play
The engine dies with a pathetic sputter at 11:47 pm, and you have the distinct feeling that the universe is personally fucking with you.
You coast the Mercedes to the shoulder, designer heels clicking against the brake pedal, and stare at the dashboard like you can intimidate it into working. The lights of the city are distant pinpricks behind you …you'd taken the scenic route home from the charity gala because you needed to think, needed space from the suffocating small talk and champagne that cost more than most people's rent.
Now you're stranded on a dark road in a dress that costs five figures, and your phone is at 3%.
Perfect.
You gather your clutch and step out onto the gravel, immediately regretting it when your heel sinks into the dirt. There's a glow about half a mile up …a fluorescent sign that reads FUSHIGURO'S AUTO in flickering letters, the kind of place that probably hasn't been updated since the '90s.
It's either that or call your father, and you'd rather walk barefoot over hot coals.
The walk is ungraceful, your dress skin tight and the cold air is hitting you horribly, by the time you reach the garage, you're already exhausted. The bay door is half open, harsh light spilling onto the concrete, and you can hear the clank of tools, the low thump of music you don't recognize.
You duck under the door.
The man working on the jacked up truck doesn't notice you at first. He's broad shouldered, wearing a white tank top stained with grease, dark hair falling into his eyes as he wrenches at something in the engine.
There's a scar cutting across the corner of his mouth, and when he straightens, wiping his hands on a rag, you catch the full picture…tall, built like he could break someone in half, and wearing an expression that says he doesn't give a single shit about anything.
His eyes drag over you…the dress, the heels dangling from your fingers, the diamond bracelet catching the light and his mouth curves into something that's more smirk than smile.
"You lost or just stupid?"
Your jaw drops slightly at the rudeness. "I- my car broke down. About half a mile back."
"And?" He tosses the rag onto a workbench, not even bothering to come closer.
"And... I need help. A tow, maybe?"
He looks you up and down again, slower this time, "Yeah, I bet you do." He finally pushes off the truck, moving toward you with confidence that makes you take an involuntary step back. "What're you driving?"
"Mercedes. S-Class."
He snorts. "Of course you are. Let me guess -daddy's money?"
You bristle but don't argue. "Can you help me or not?"
"Can I?" He steps into your space, and you have to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. "Yeah. Will I? Depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you can afford it." His grin widens. "Tow's gonna be eight hundred. Diagnostic's another hundred. And if something's actually wrong? Well, we'll see."
"Eight hundred? That seems-"
"Seems what?" He leans down, and you can smell motor oil and something darker, more masculine. "You questioning me?"
"No, I just-"
"Then get in the truck. Unless you'd rather walk back to your Mercedes in those ridiculous shoes."
You swallow hard and follow him outside. When you get into the passenger seat, he doesn't help, just watches with that same infuriating smirk as you struggle with your dress. The drive back to your car is silent except for the rumble of the engine, but you're aware of every glance he throws your way, the way his eyes linger on your legs.
When you're back at the garage and he's lowered your car into the bay, he pops the hood and leans in with a flashlight. You hover nearby, trying to see what he's doing.
"You gonna stand there and breathe down my neck, or you gonna let me work?"
"I just want to know what's wrong."
"What's wrong is you're distracting me." He doesn't look up. "Go sit down."
You hesitate, and he finally turns to look at you, eyebrow raised. "That wasn't a suggestion, princess."
Something about the command in his voice makes you obey, and you perch on the edge of a workbench, watching as he pokes around under the hood. After a few minutes, he straightens.
"Alternator's shot. Part's gonna cost you six, seven hundred. Labor's another three."
Your eyes widen. "A thousand dollars?"
"You got a problem with that?" He wipes his hands on a rag, moving closer. "Because I can always put your car back on the street and you can call someone else. See if they come out here this time of night."
"No…" You bite your lip. "It's fine."
"It's fine," he repeats, mocking. "Yeah, I bet everything's fine for you, isn't it? Never had to worry about money a day in your life."
You look down, heat flooding your cheeks, and he laughs…it’s low and mean.
"Thought so." He's right in front of you now, close enough that you have to spread your legs slightly to accommodate him. "You know what? I'll give you a discount."
You look up, hopeful. "Really?"
"Yeah." His hand comes up to your jaw, gripping just hard enough to make your breath catch. "But you're gonna have to earn it."
Your heart is racing, and you know you should pull away and tell him to fuck off. But the way he's looking at you fuck. like he already knows you're not going to..it makes heat pool low in your stomach.
"What do you mean?" Your voice is quiet.
"I think you know exactly what I mean." His thumb drags over your bottom lip. "Question is, are you gonna be good about it?"
say no. leave.
But you find yourself nodding, and his grin is absolutely wicked.
"That's what I thought. You rich girls are all the same -act all high and mighty until someone puts you in your place." He releases your jaw only to fist his hand in your hair, pulling your head back. "Open your mouth."
You obey without thinking, lips parting, and he spits into your mouth before you can process what's happening. "Swallow."
You do, shock and arousal warring in your chest, and he laughs again. "Fuck, you're easy. Bet you're already wet for me, aren't you?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, just pushes your thighs apart and slides his hand up under your dress. When his fingers find your underwear, already damp, he makes a sound of satisfaction.
"Knew it. You're fucking soaked." He hooks his fingers in the fabric and tears…literally tears them off you. "Won't be needing these."
"Wait-"
"Wait?" He raises an eyebrow. "You telling me to stop?"
You're not. You both know you're not.
"That's what I thought." He tosses the ruined underwear aside and spreads your legs wider, looking at you like you're something he owns. "Look at this pretty pussy. All mine tonight, isn't it?"
"Yes," you whisper, and he grabs your throat.
"Yes what?"
"Yes- it's yours."
"Damn right it is." He shoves two fingers inside you without warning, and the stretch makes you gasp. "Tight as fuck. This gonna hurt?"
"I don't-"
"Don't care." He starts pumping his fingers in, rough and unforgiving into your messy pussy. "You're gonna take what I give you and thank me for it."
You're already trembling, overwhelmed by the intensity, the way he's just taking what he wants. When he adds a third finger, scissoring them to stretch your cunt wider, you cry out.
"That's it. Let me hear you." His other hand finds your clit, rubbing harsh circles that are almost too much. "i’m gonna make sure you can take my cock. Can't have you breaking on me."
"Toji- fu-" You don't even know when you learned his name, maybe from the sign outside, but it spills from your lips desperately.
"Oh, so you know my name?" He curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. "Good. Want you screaming it later."
He works your pussy ruthlessly, fingers driving in and out while his thumb abuses your clit, and when you come it's sudden and overwhelming. You clench around his fingers, shaking, and he doesn't slow down, just fucks you through it until you're whimpering.
"Sensitive?" He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on your dress, leaving wet streaks on the expensive fabric. "Too bad. We're not done."
He grabs you by the hips and flips you over, bending you over the workbench. Your palms hit the cold metal, and before you can brace yourself, he's shoving your dress up and landing a sharp slap on your ass.
"Fuck, look at that." Another slap, harder this time. "Bet you've never been treated like this, have you? Bet all those rich boys are real gentle with you."
"No, ngh i-" you whine
"I don't give a fuck." You hear his belt buckle, the sound of a zipper. "You're gonna take my cock like a good little whore and you're gonna thank me when I'm done. Got it?"
"Yes- yes, okay-"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir," you gasp, and he groans.
"Fuck, I like the sound of that."
Then he's pushing in, and the stretch is almost too much. His cock is thick, thicker than you expected, and he doesn't give you time to adjust, just drives in until he's buried to the hilt.
"Fuck," he grits out. "Tight as a virgin. This pussy ever been fucked right?"
You can't answer, can't do anything but moan as he pulls back and slams in again. He sets a brutal pace immediately, each thrust driving you forward, and you're scrabbling for purchase on the workbench.
"Answer me."
"No- no, never mmph"
"Thought so." He fists his hand in your hair again, pulling your head back painfully. "Don't worry, princess. I'll ruin you for anyone else."
Every word is punctuated with a harsh thrust, and you're already close again, the drag of his cock against your walls overwhelming. When his other hand wraps around your throat, not quite choking but close, you actually sob.
"That's it, cry for me. Show me how much it hurts." But his grip loosens slightly, and his next words are almost gentle. "You can take it, though. I know you can."
The praise mixed with degradation breaks something in you, and you're pushing back to meet his thrusts, chasing more. pounding your filled pussy into his thick and long cock.
"There we go. Fucking yourself on my cock like a desperate slut." He releases your hair to grab your hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "You love this, don't you? Love being used."
"Yes," you sob out, and it's true. You do.
"Course you do. Rich girls always want what they can't have." He reaches around to find your clit, pinching it between his fingers. "Cum on my cock. Show me what a good whore you are."
The orgasm hits you, violent and all consuming. You clench around him, vision whiting out, and you hear him curse as he follows you over, hips stuttering as he comes.
For a long moment, you're both frozen, just breathing. Then he pulls out, and you feel the loss acutely.
"Fuck," he mutters. "Didn't wear a condom."
You're still trying to catch your breath, brain fuzzy, and you just nod. "It's- I'm on birth control."
"Lucky me." He tucks himself back into his jeans, then grabs your arm and spins you around. You barely catch yourself, legs shaking, and he steadies you with a hand on your waist. "You good?"
The question catches you off guard. "y- yeah."
"Good." He steps back, all business again. "So here's the deal. Tow was two fifty. Diagnostic was free since I'm feeling generous. And your car's fine -spark plugs were just disconnected."
You stare at him. "What?"
"Your car's fine. You can go."
"But you said-"
"I say a lot of shit." He smirks. "You gonna complain? Because I can still charge you for the alternator."
"No, I-" You're fumbling for your wallet, counting out bills with shaking hands. "Here. For the tow."
He takes the cash, counts it, then stuffs it in his pocket. When you turn to leave, legs still unsteady, he catches your wrist.
"Hey."
You look back at him.
"You did good." The compliment is simple, almost throwaway, but it makes warmth flood through you. Then he grins. "Now get out of my garage before I decide to go again."
Then you remember- "My underwear."
His smirk returns full force as he pats his pocket. "Told you. Payment for services rendered."
"You're impossible."
"And you're into it." He's not wrong, and you both know it.
"Drive safe, princess. No underwear might be distracting."
You flee to your car, aware of the mess between your thighs, the ache in your body. When the engine turns over perfectly, you almost laugh.
toji feels like a freak for wanting you this badly
18+, perv!toji, fem reader, established relationship, slight breath play
he can’t tell you about certain parts of him. at least not the parts that would have you running for the hills.
the brute loves you, wants to see you smile, wants to do whatever he can to make your life easier. but he can’t ignore that gnawing urge in the back of his brain.
toji wants to do a lot of things for you. it’s the things he wants to do to you that make him feel like the most disgusting man on earth.
that’s exactly why he fucks you softly. holds back, doesn’t let himself do more than what he believes you can handle.
classic missionary is the name of the game most nights, some handholding, maybe a hickey somewhere on your thigh where your skin is the thickest and won’t blemish easily. if you feel good, he feels good.
but the mental images he always ends up fucking his fist to are an entirely different ballpark. he might as well never be redeemed.
he wants to feel you ride him, cunt clenching around his length while you let your spit dribble into his awaiting mouth. wants to wrap a hand around your throat and feel your breath seize under his palm. maybe take you on the floor of your bedroom like he was raised by curses. out on the porch while he has his morning smoke.
toji swears his mind started playing tricks on him a week ago.
either that, or he’s grossly misinterpreted the things that are starting to make him think you can read his mind.
it begins with a movie. something you’ve done together on fridays since the start of your relationship. you don’t even ask for his input before putting it on and laying your head in his lap. toji thinks nothing of it.
the film starts off innocent enough. a little corny if he’s being honest. only, it’s the sex scenes that get him. the filthy, graphic, borderline pornographic sex scenes that have him tenting so hard he might as well start a campsite.
“he’s really giving it to her.” toji chuckles awkwardly, trying to focus on something, anything but imaging the two of you recreating the scene you seem to be watching so intently.
“yeah, he really is.” you mumble, almost sounding… fond? no. that can’t be right.
things don’t fare any better two days later when you’re at his place helping him sort through his storage.
he’s in the kitchen in record time as soon as he hears glass smash, leading you away from the pile of clear shards with a string of expletives.
“you okay?” he asks you, thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek tenderly.
“i’m fine.” you tell him earnestly. looking over at the mess you made with a look that almost seems mischievous.
“that vase was expensive, im sorry.” you tell him. only, you don’t really sound sorry at all.
toji ignores the pointed look in your eyes, and sighs.
“it’s fine. just an accident.” you could wrap his car around a pole and he still wouldn’t be mad at you.
“can i make it up to you somehow? it’s okay if you’re angry.” you offer, tugging him a little closer by the belt loop. that look in your eyes from earlier seems to have magnified tenfold. he’d have to be an idiot not to catch onto what you were implying.
god, was that even what you were implying? toji wasn’t crazy, you were asking him for a punishment, right? the thought alone has him leaning up against the counter to steady himself.
he lets you guide his hands around the circumference of your waist and squeezes the skin there a little harder than he means to. except, instead of shying away, you push his hands lower, letting him squeeze and knead the plush curve of your ass while he thinks of all the ways this situation could go.
no. he had to stop letting that part of his brain get the best of him. you were sweet. fragile as could be with a heart made of gold. he couldn’t keep projecting his fantasies on you like this.
“…toji?” you mumble, wary of the silence between you two.
your boyfriend shakes his head with a huff, sending you to fetch the dustpan with a kiss and a pat on your ass.
he takes a freezing cold shower that night.
toji’s last straw comes only a day later.
you’re laid bare under him, making the sweetest sounds with your thighs on either side of his body. he knows you like it like this, getting fucked open on just his tip while he tells you what a sweet girl you are. how much he loves your body, the things you do to him.
except, you whisper something in the moment. two syllables, soft like powdered snow on a winter morning.
and toji must not be hearing you right because he thinks it sounds a lot like you just asked him to go harder.
“what’d you say, baby?” his voice cracks when he speaks. even the sheer possibility of you saying what you might’ve just said is enough to make him feel dizzy.
don’t do this to him.
don’t give him false hope.
“fuck me harder.” you whine, digging the balls of your feet into his lower back.“you’re always so gentle.”
toji couldn’t form a thought right now even if he tried.
he lets you pull him in closer, feeling the tip of his cock pop past the initial resistance of your heat before he’s seated inside of you.
all the way in.
“i-holy fuck- i thought you wanted gentle?”
“when did i ever say that?”
his vision starts dotting. black and inky around the edges. there was no way this was happening right now. he must’ve done something godly to deserve his deepest fantasy practically being served to him on a platter.
“… you want it hard?”
“god, cmon. do something.” you mutter, squeezing his shoulders like it’ll hotwire him back to reality. “slap me around a little, make it fun.”
right, fun. he can do fun.
toji ruts forward experimentally, snapping his hips against the backs of your thighs to gauge your reaction. he watches your expression shift as your body accommodates the sudden stretch.
you moan, long, sweet, and delicious drawn out. toji has to squeeze the base of his cock briefly to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there.
he starts to pound into you, bundling your wrists up in his hand and pressing them far above your head.
the look on your face is to die for.
“yeah? you want it like this?” he asks you, voice a little deeper than it was before. “want me to take you like this?”
you nod, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his tip pounds against that special spot nestled at your core. you’ve never felt him like this, every pulsing, searing hot inch somehow pressing up inside of you all at once. you loved this toji. craved this toji.
five thick fingers curl around the beginning of your throat. not squeezing, just resting.
“who knew you were such a-“ you gasp at a particularly hard thrust “—fucking perv.”
you’ve barely gotten the last word out before your head is wrenched to the side, stinging where his palm had met your cheek.
“fuck did you call me?” he asks you, squeezing your cheeks into a pout. you look up at him through pupils big enough to swallow the both of you whole. “what’d you say?”
“you’re a perv.” you tell him, voice stuttering every time his hips slap against your ass.
the hand around your neck squeezes at the sides, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to give you that floaty lightheaded feeling.
toji can’t physically take his eyes off of your face, dick throbbing at the blissed out smile you give him.
he must be in heaven.
“i’m not the one who was being a fucking tease all week.” he grits. your head wrenches to the side again, this time your other cheek stings.
“and i’m definitely not the one who broke a vase so i’d get bent over a knee and punished for it.” he adds.
you flutter around him at that, and toji’s only goes harder.
he fists his head around the back of your head, bringing your face up to where his neck meets his shoulder. you know just what to do, biting down on the taught muscle there with a shaky groan.
“you think i’m stupid? you think i wouldn’t catch onto the game you were playing?”
he’s close. you both are, teetering on the edge of your orgasms like some sort of nasty show of brinksmanship.
you kiss up the sides of his throat, voice shaky as you whisper into his skin.
“at least i’m not a pussy who can’t own up to what i like.”
that’s exactly what sends toji over the edge, oddly enough. he practically crumples in on himself as his balls pulse, shooting hot ropes of cum into you like there’s no tomorrow.
he waits. one beat, two. shakes his head to clear his thoughts. then gets right back to fucking you. overstim be damned, toji was still hard as a rock.
“holy shit” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders as he fucks his seed back inside of you.
your boyfriend sucks his thumb into his mouth before bringing it down to toy with your clit, rubbing the nub back and forth.
“don’t worry about me baby.” he reassures you. “i can go all night.”
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