My Professor's Final Spring Praise K. Nanami

My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

✮ tags ; edging + sub!bakugou + soft dom!gn!reader, restraints, praise kink, no titles used 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a/n ; it really would be sub bakguou to get me at least a little bit out of my writing slump lol

"Fuck you," Katsuki can feel his voice starting to lose it's gruff. The words come out hoarse and choked - but in his defense he's miserable right now "Let me cum, fuck."

Your smile is wry as you put your thumb over the slit of his cock, a pathetic amount of pre-cum sliding down his shaft as you stop the motion in your hand completely. He swears at the lack of contact, tugging against his restraints to no avail.

You look delighted by him. Even worse you look hungry. It's the kind of bottomless lust that Katsuki is never confident he can appease. In every context he finds you unselfish and giving. Not like this though. Like this you look like you'd make yourself sick if you tried to satisfy your every desire.

You let your thumb touch against his spent cock gently. He hasn't cum once. Not a single time today. Hours of bringing him to the edge of frustration before stopping completely. You let him have his come down each time. Let him be lulled into a false sense of security before bringing him back.

He wants to cum. He's not asking for fucking much, he just-

You're not budging. You never do with him. There's a breaking point he has to hit before you even think about giving him so much mercy and he knows that. Even then, he hopes that you'll give in sometimes. That once you'll give into his demands.

You bend at the waist and get between his legs to blow on his cock, red and angry and flush - and it twitches like it's ready to spill. He hears you laugh, all bubbly and delightful and grits his teeth.

"Why should I do that?"

"B-because, you fucking," He shakes, shudders as your hand brushes along the inner part of bitten thigh. Marked to hell and back, he's sweating and sticky "Because it—"

"Does it hurt? Any pain?"

He shakes his head, tries to reason with you but you cut him off "So you're just frustrated."

Yes. Obviously. But that's not the answer you're looking for. He shuts himself up, a shuddery breath pushing out of his lungs. Before he knows what's happening, your palm wraps around his cock again, hot velvet over steel. He bites the inside of his cheek as you start to move, hard and fast.

But temporary, a spike of pleasure rupturing him from the inside out before pulling your hand away again.

"Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck."

You laugh again, placing the same hand on his shoulder. You smooth down the curves of his body. Stopping to squeeze at the fat of his chest, smoothing thumb over nipples and fingers over scar. He's shaking, core tight and tense as he chases a high that keeps disappearing. Maybe he can will himself to cum.

"I don't want to let you cum," You say with amusement, staring at him. Katsuki can feel your eyes on every inch of his face. The way they're tracing his expression, trying to commit his despair to memory. You're all kinds of twisted to him. "I think I'd prefer to leave you here like this. Undo your restraints, maybe make myself cum, and go to sleep. Sounds like more fun."

A sense of dread builds in his stomach. He looks at you in the face, in your eyes this time. Pleading, silently. You give him another smile, unreadable. Grinning so hard that you burst into laughter again, before putting a fake pout. He's going to cry. Son of a—

"Aw, what? No dice? Do you really have to cum that bad?"

Evil. You're evil, he thinks. He almost screams and it's like you know he's going to. You're planning on it, looking on with giddy delight. You bites his cheek, stops himself from doing it and you soften immediately. You coo at him, lovingly tender as you use your hand to cup his jaw. Tugging on his lower lip, he opens his mouth. You stick your fingers into it, and he sucks on instinct. It gives his brain something to focus on.

"Now you're being all well-behaved," You comment gently. He gives you a glare through his lashes but you don't budge "What do you want baby? Can you tell me nicely like a good boy?"

He's overwhelmed. It washes over him like a tidal wave, like his fingers are slipping off a cliffs edge. He's been holding onto it so tightly and now he can't get his footing again. He tries to glare a second time, but even he can tell he looks pathetic. He can see it when he looks at his reflection in your eyes.

You pull on his tongue with your fingers, letting the drool drip down your hand before pulling away. You touch his cock again, more mercifully this time but don't move.

"Now," You say, a single slow stroke up that leaves him shuddering "Is there something you'd like to ask me?"

Your voice is cool. Like a salve on his nerves. He wants to give into whatever abyss is waiting for him to drop into. He stares at you dazed, prideful and frustrated and wanting. You're grounding - expectancy swimming in your vision. Approval. He wants approval from you.

"I wanna cum," He slurs, choked up. You grin, another stroke.

"And how do we ask for things we want, baby?"

"S-sayin' please."

"That's right," You hum, another stroke. Precise with pleasure like you know every nerve of him, down the atom "So, what do we say when we want to cum?"

We. Like the two of you are intertwined. He feels fuzzy.

"C-can I please, hngh fuck, please cum? Please, needa,"

"Look at that," You say, picking up the pace as soon as the words leave his mouth. He braces himself for impact, hands gripping the edge of the chair with a harsh breath "Good boy. Good job baby, just incredible. My baby is so brilliant isn't he? Just a little misguided."

"Shit," His lower lip trembles, near tearful at the intensity of the situation "S-shit, shit. 's gonna, oh fuck - gonna,"

"A little more. Okay? Cum when I say so, think you can do that?"

He pushes out a breath "Y-yeah."

You lean forward to kiss him and Katsuki feels his spine melt. It's relieving and overwhelming - though the kiss itself is so gentle and sweet. He shudders, trembles under the weight of his own desire as he gets so harrowingly close to the edge. He whimpers this time, free of shame as you praise him through it.

"Cum for me baby," You say with finality. And he does immediately, not even a millisecond of time between you saying it and him doing it. He cums hard, feels his entire lower half lose it's strength as he fucks up into your hand. He feels something hot slip down his cheek, groaning as he finishes. He cums and keeps cumming - it goes on for minutes, forever. You talk him through it but the words don't make sense. He just listens for your voice and lets go until everything is out.

He slumps back into the chair he's restrained in, blinking open his bleary eyes as he watches you clean your hand with a nearby towel. You give him a warm look as he does, standing to your feet as you press a kiss to his hairline.

"You did so great this time. Such a prodigy."

He huffs.

"You get more evil every fucking time I swear."

You laugh.

"I can't help it when you're so cute."

"Don't make excuses, you bastard."

"Sorry, sorry. I love you, yeah? My good boy."

He flushes.

"Love you too. Now fuckin' untie me."

1-800-BRAT-WANTED. toji fushiguro

★ summary ★ toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.

★ cw ★ f! reader, assassin! toji, switch! toji sorta, pwp, dumbification, praising, c.reampíe(s), degradation, brat taming, matíng préss, cowgirl, he‘s mean, spanking, poor toji gets overstimmed, breath play, oral (m), size kink, edging, humiliation, toji gets a leg cramp LOL, (pet names: doll, princess, sweetheart, little girl) wc: 6k

★ note ★ to the anon that requested this a while back, ilyy. also, idk where i went w this but i js ran w it lmao, k bye 🏃🏽‍♀️

“This you, ain‘t it?” Toji grumbles in a rough voice, and he stands directly outside your apartment complex. You stared at him in sheer confusion, your eyes glancing over at the long crumbled up beige-like wanted poster that had a photograph of your face along with bold black letters that read ‘DEAD OR ALIVE’ including the hefty amount that was way over one hundred grand. You gawked up at the tall well built man that stared right back at you with stoic bored eyes, wearing nothing but a tight fitted black t-shirt with loose sweatpants, a obsidian colored holster attached to his hip before he narrows his eyes. “I‘m talking to you, little girl. I expect an answer, you know.”

“Yeah.. that‘s me..” You mumbled finally, and it was safe to assume this guy, who you‘d later learn to be his name— Toji Fushiguro was an assassin. Here to eliminate you. You felt your heart race a little once Toji closed your door, and he stares around your house. As if he all of a sudden owned your place, the black soles of his shoes clanked on the wooden floor repeatedly as he looked around before turning back towards you— an eyebrow of yours slightly furrowed as you managed to speak again. “So… are you gonna like kill me now?” and then your eyes glance briefly near the right side of his chest where it revealed his name— “ . . .Toji?”

Toji steps all the way towards you, his hands ultimately buried into his pockets and you suddenly grow nervous from the haughty condensing stare he‘s giving you— your eyes focused towards the scar near his mouth, before back up at his face, long black strands of hair that blocked and occluding his vision — giving him a much more intimidating menacing façade. “Actually,” he mutters, attentively staring down at you. Before you realized it, Toji already had your back pressed up against the wall. “I was going to, but the thing is Y/N,” he spoke in a gruff voice, a low chuckle leaving his lips once he spots you start to avoid eye contact. The way he rolled your name off in such a way that had no right to sound so dirty was almost enough to make your knees buckle. “Killing you would be a waste. I‘d rather not do such a thing to such a pretty girl.”

Your face grew hot suddenly— scorching as you stared up at him with a cute perplexed look, your eyebrows slightly raising before all you stammer out was a, “But—” and he‘s giving you his full uninvited attention, only making matters worse. You didn‘t even know why you had a bounty on your head, the whole situation confused you nonetheless— but sure enough you felt yourself starting to throb. “But isn‘t the— my reward like over one hundred thousand..? That‘s a lot of money to just not—”

“I heard you, you know.” He abruptly cuts you off.

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

Toji lets off a sardonic annoyed scoff, staring straight down at you before narrowing his jaded viridescent eyes. “Huh, nothing. You heard what I said brat,” and he lowers his head just down towards your height — teasing you fully, the strong manly yet sweet scent of cologne practically dizzy before Toji stares at your lips, then back up at you, “Before I came in, I heard you,” and he purposely emphasized his words, his voice going more low by the second as you blankly stared at him before you stared at him stupidly, knowing what he meant. “Heard you playing with yourself, doll. Think you forgot how thin your little walls are,” and then Toji tilts his head with a raspy chuckle at your now embarrassed expression before clicking his tone sardonically. “But I do have a job to do so,” and then he grabs your chin to make you stare up at him. “Let‘s get this thing over with, huh?”

You stare at Toji and he‘s slyly smiling at you once you make eye contact with him before muttering an cute apprehensive, “I wasn‘t— playing with myself!”

“Then explain,” Toji grumbles, before he lightly grabs your wrist, holding it up next to your face swiftly and his grip wasn’t too tight but firm. His voice was gruff and of sheer malice before he raised a brow, growing more and more amused. “ . . . Why are your fingers are all soaking wet? The sweet aroma too. Hmpf. I bet you don‘t even know how to please yourself. What a shame.”

You glared at Toji and he chuckles once you snatch your hand away— and even though you‘ve never met the man before, you‘ve heard a lot about him and without a doubt he was insanely attractive. He looked a lot more intimidating in person, green eyes just staring into you before you spoke in a almost shaky voice. “Wha- of course I know how to please myself,” and then your eyebrows wriggling a bit. “Are you saying you can do better or something, asshole?”

“Watch your mouth,” Toji coyly grins, bringing a hand to your neck, softly caressing the middle part to give you shivers— and he lightly tilts his neck again playfully. “But yeah. I know I can, little girl. Heh. I bet you don‘t even know how to make yourself orgasm,” and then as you were about to speak, he brings a plump thumb towards your lips, staring at you with a salacious gaze. “For a pretty girl though, you sure do awfully talk too much. I think I know a better way to keep that bratty little mouth occupied.”

And now— you found yourself on your knees for Toji, the guy who literally knocked on your door and allowed himself in so he could eliminate you for a hefty amount of reward money— only to be sucking him off. Toji lets off a low grunt at your hand coordinating with your sloppy mouth movements. Occasionally you‘d feel the tip of his thrash and and tap continuously against your throat to almost make you gag. “Fuck,” he‘d grumble, a rough hand on your head, muscles in his abdomen repeatedly flexing and clenching as you lightly swirled your tongue over his length. Toji‘s eye twitched a little, not aware of how good you‘d be at giving oral— and he lets off a low groan. “Good…. girl. Be nice and sloppy. Enjoy the fucking meal,” and you stare up at him— head bobbling and it was embarrassing how you felt yourself starting to throb over and over. “Get nasty for me, sweetheart. Don‘t… be scared to be a little whore for me, I don‘t mind, heh.”

You continued to take his shaft down your throat, and Toji watched you twist your head just a bit, cheeks hallowing while some strands of spit started to escape your mouth. “Mhm nasty girl,” he‘d grunt, you occasionally using a hand to maneuver and twist on his length as well with your pretty long lashes fluttering after each and every second. “That‘s my good girl. Use your jaw more. Relax that throat and take it like t-that,” and Toji grunts from the familiar feeling of his cock twitching, your tongue tickling and teasing the near edge of his sensitive frenulum. “Fuckkkk,” he mutters in more of a sibilated hiss— Toji‘s head sexily leans backs little as he still has a firm grip on your head.

“Now I think I know why your… bounty‘s so damn high. All because this filthy ass tongue,” and his breath becomes a bit heavy once he starts to slowly rut his hips against your mouth— you couldn‘t help but start to touch yourself, Toji grows more hard from the way you‘re stroking him, your hand following your mouth movements, even the lewd gagging and sucking noises being produced. You let off a soft moan with his throbbing thick shaft shoved down your throat, kissing against the roof of your mouth and his leg starts to bounce impatiently— chasing his incoming release. “Gonna cum if you keep sucking me,” and Toji draws in a sharp breath, thin nostrils flaring while pausing between sentences, “. . Sucking me off like that, shit.”

Your long lashes fluttered as the crown head of his dick continued to prod against your throat, tickling your uvula to make you gag. Toji grows more harder seeing how sloppy you were on your knees for him— glistening saliva dripping down your chin as you felt his excited twitching shaft spasming inside your mouth.

“Don‘t spill any, sweetheart,” he grunts, feeling you swirl your tongue— lips slightly parting around his girthy thick length. “Saved a big nice load just for my pretty cock-hungry target.”

Toji lets off a low ireful groan and it‘s so sexy how deep his voice goes once’s he‘s climaxing, it‘s enough to get you wet — as well as him lightly thrusting his hips against your mouth, feeling his shaft start to pour into your mouth. “F-Fuck,” he stammers, slowly sliding his tip out between your lips with a ringing ‘pop’ that reverberated across the room. He stares at you, your cheeks cutely chubby before he grips your chin, staring down at you with half-lidded, vexed green orbs. “Swallow, pretty girl. And stick out your tongue f’me when you finish.”

You happily swallow, savoring the taste and it tastes bitter— somewhat of a near sweet tang to it before tilting your head up, lolling out your tongue for him.

“. . . Good fuckin’ girl,” he purrs with an enthralling seductive gaze, the way his voice deepens an octave each time gets you to throb and it’s almost embarrassing. Toji then makes you stand up before dragging you towards his bedroom as if he knew the place by heart. As you walked with him, he lets off a haughty cackle. “You always this obedient?”

“Not really.” You replied, the both of you entering your bedroom and he then threw you on the queen sized mattress, softly landing with an oof.

Toji hums to himself amused. “That‘s gonna change little girl,” and you sit on your bed, staring openly at him sliding off his tight black fitted shirt. He was so buff, sculpted and chiseled that you couldn’t help but gawk. Your eyes roamed at Toji‘s multiple scars over his body, painting all over him like some expensive canvas. His spartan-like shoulders that were absentmindedly flexing once he took off his shirt and you were too busy kept up into your thoughts before realizing he was against you— a rough hand pressing on your tummy. Toji drags a soft thumb against your slit, snapping you out of your thoughts and it makes you whine. “Are ya wet, princess?”

“No.” You mumbled, and Toji‘s eyes flicker towards you before he gives your throbbing drenched cunt a light spank to make you let off a moan.

He grumbled, and you intake a breath once you felt him rub the swollen reddened tip of his hard cock against your folds. “Liar,” and the rasp in his voice only makes you pulsate even more between your legs. You stare at Toji slowly raising your leg just a bit to throw it over his shoulder, another big hand pressed on your tummy. You got shivers just a little from feeling the cold tungsten rings that rested on his fingers collide against your bare exposed skin. “So soaked like a filthy little thing. Hm. Let‘s see how many inches you can take. Your pretty throat did good so I can only imagine how your pussy does for me.”

“F-Fuck,” you gasped— one leg wrapping around his slim waist, feeling the assassin start to sink inches deep inside your pussy. Toji‘s got a smug grin spreading on his face once he watches your eyes already start to flicker a roll— he‘s considerably slow while seeping his length inside of you to where you‘re comfortable. The stretch is something you can‘t wrap your head around though, it rips out a soft lewd moan, especially once Toji leans further in close to you, sliding a hand up your shirt to clasp on your breasts that was shielded by your bra. “To—jiiii,” you slurred, feeling him start to move his hips. Your eyes couldn‘t stop staring at his body, the way his muscles flexed and the silver glimmering chain wrapped around his neck with his initial, practically dangling in your face. It moved when he moved— mimicking each other‘s movements as his pace of his thrusts felt so good your breath started to hitch quickly. “Toji. Fuck me h-harder.”

“. . Harder, yeah?” He purrs, as if he‘s mocking your whiney voice. As he‘s lightly jerking his hips Toji leans up close, sliding your bra off to lightly flick his tongue against your perky hardened nipples and you let off a whine— feeling him suck teasingly, green eyes narrowing at you before his pace picks up more, removing his lips with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Taste so sweet. Now I really don‘t wanna take that money.”

Your walls clench and hug tight around Toji‘s shaft like a vice— the sloppy squelching noises filling up not only your room but your ears too. “Then don‘t kill me Toji— just.. just f-fuck me.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and kill you later, ‘lil girl? Sound like a deal?” Toji speaks through gritted teeth— the feeling of the skin slapping making him grunt lowly, both of his hands being occupied to grip onto your waist firmly, softly brushing his thumbs against your skin— his eyes meets yours, and he‘s got the exact gaze to match his voice. Purely condescending, smug and extremely arrogant. He grins once he feels your back start to arch all because of the edges and ridges of his cock dragging between your folds. “One hundred grand is a lot of money, princess. Dunno if I‘d wanna throw all that away for some sweet pussy.”

His words embarrassingly enough make you throb once you suck in a breath, being pounded into your own bed— softly gnawing at your lip before staring up at him. “You‘re not gonna kill m-me Toji.”

“Oh . . yeah? I‘m not? What makes you so sure?” He lowly chuckles, his pace a bit more luscious and sensual, rocking his hips like a chair that makes your brain so dizzy. Toji hit every spot and every angle, it only leads to you wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. The tall muscular man stares down at you— each time he lets off a menacing sly smile, the scar that‘s slashed into a slant contorts against his lips, and it‘s effortlessly sexy. “Please. Do indulge me, sweetheart.”

Toji smiles— seeing you nearly lose yourself on his cock, the way he‘s hitting you with deep strokes to drag out such melodic moans from your mouth as if you were singing in harmony. “. . Because,” you whimpered, his tempo growing more and more merciless and unrelenting, it‘s so good on how the feeling of his hips snap and stroke against you. His tip practically french kissing your cervix almost to where you can hardly comprehend let alone think straight anything. “Because… u-um…” You repeated with a hiccup, not able to drag the words out because of his thrusts against your twitching core, angry tip jackhammering and pummeling you to nearly make your break short circuit.

“B-Be—cause,” he mocks your tone, pitching his voice to match yours and he purposely butchers it, knowing that‘s not how you really spoke. It makes him smile. You writhe underneath him, dragging your nails down his back as he leaned close to you— in missionary now— the rough violent sounds of flesh smacking echos and reverberate around the room before Toji‘s deep laugh rings though your ears. “Yeah, that‘s what I thought. Can‘t think straight when you‘re getting fucked good. That‘s apparent. My dick‘s got you all dumb, huh doll?” and he brings a hand to your face, a thumb lightly folding your damp bottom lip— watching it part before the assassin catches you by surprise and pulls you into a deep sultry kiss.

Your moans slithered inside his mouth as you willingly kissed back, the very back of your heel seductively sliding down his back that was now covered with your scratch marks. Toji might have been pussy whipped by this point— he‘s never done this for a target before, he couldn’t pin point what it was about you but at this exact moment he didn‘t really care.

As Toji kept kissing you while being buried deep to the hilt with his shaft, one rough hand of his planted on your tummy while another gripped on your chin— his warm beefy body pressed against you, and you moaned, feeling his tongue slide just a bit inside your mouth. You could taste some of the alcohol he probably drank earlier, making him taste even more sweet. But that‘s when you abruptly pulled away, cutely squeezing onto his toned muscular arm while staring at him— the strings of spit departing as you broke away. “Toji ‘m gonna cum— T-Toji.”

“. . . Are ya now?” He coos in a teasing tone, his hips stuttering and sputtering— you were so loose and so incredibly wet, just gripping all on him and it made Toji grunt lowly, sexily grabbing onto your ankle before giving it a plethora of soft kisses. “Cum then, sweetheart. Go ‘head . . .”

Just as you were about to, you moaned, feeling Toji start to slow down— before he lightly wraps a hand around your throat. “I‘m kidding. You better not cum on me, little girl. Hold it.”

“H-Huh?” You gasped, not fond of the thought of being edged at all. Toji cackled at your response, your frail shaky legs tightly wrapped around his slim waist— capturing it in a almost near hug. The coiling tension that resided deep inside you, preparing to snap made your back arch more, you started to whine just to release. “Tojiiiii I can‘t.. gotta cum.. please lemme cum. P-Please.” And it felt like your nerves were on fire— glancing up at the assassin who kept jerking his hips against your sweet dripping cunt, he had a sly haughty smile spreading on his lips.

“Aww,” he purrs, leaning in to playfully lick a slow stripe up your neck before pressing kissing on your collarbone— which lead up to your neck again, then your jaw. You whimpered from his warm touch, a shaky hand grabbing onto his hair and running your fingers through his black dark strands. “I‘ll let ya cum if you think you deserve it, princess.”

You let off a choked whimper— eyebrows cutely furrowing together, your skin being prickled constantly by coolness air being created because of Toji‘s hard slaps against your cunt. “I- I deserve it, Toji. P—Please let me cum.”

“You forgot something else,” Toji slyly smiles, and you moan— your head slightly going back once he pushed a knee of yours to your chest for a more thorough and deeper angle. A cute pout tugs on your lips at his teasing, you just wanted to wipe that annoying smug grin on his face as he pounded you deeper into the mattress. “Ask me again, pretty girl. Properly.”

Your gummy walls clenched all around Toji as you whined, gnawing on your bottom lip as if you were thinking of what to say— mind completely in a frenzy from the way he‘s got your pussy transmitting into sheer convulsions with the girth of his thick cock. “Um…” You started, watching Toji teasingly raise his thin black eyebrows as if he‘s listening to what you‘re about to say. “F-Fuck,” you moaned, easily getting distracted by the spanks his hips made against your sweet cunt, getting you into a high— so dizzy, it was intoxicating. “Let me- let me cum Toji.. pretty please..” You stammered, feeling your own tight walls fluttering around him, nearly being pushed over the edge.

“Good girl,” he coos in a gravelly voice, slowing his hips just a bit— the rhythm making your eyes nearly roll before he glanced at you with low emerald jaded eyes. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Immediately your eyes nearly rolled way back into your skull, dissolving into pressure. Your cunt contracted around him and you‘re climaxing. It‘s even more of a dramatic ecstasy type feeling since you got delayed and edged— and it feels even more good. “F-Fuck Toji oh my g—god.” You spoke in a shaky tone, breath quavering with each word as he stared down at you with a cunning smile pressing against his lips. You could tell that the man was close too judging from how you felt him continuously start to twitch inside you— and the way his breathing patterns would change.

He grunts, staring up at you changing a few positions while he‘s fucking you— to where you‘re in a mating press. The stare he‘s giving you is so sexy, just using your swollen needy cunt like a flesh light, black strands nearly covering his eyes after each thrust— his weight on top of you, your arms around his neck as he leans close to your ear, speaking in a low raspy voice. “Where do you want me to cum?” And he licks yet another stripe up your neck— your knees nearly buckling as for your legs, they’re just in the air next to Toji‘s back as he‘s grinding his hips against you deep. “On your tummy?” He pauses, kissing your neck. “On your face?” He speaks again. “Or maybe your cute plushy thighs..?” And his voice lowers an octave each time, speaking lowly directly against your ear before giving your neck and collarbone more kissing. And then Toji stares at you, beads of sweat running down his forehead as if it was a contest of the sort, licking his lips seductively. “Or maybe,” and you suppress a lewd moan from leaving your spit-glossed lips, feeling the assassin nip a bite onto your neck. “Maybe you want me to shoot inside. You seem like the type. That and your pussy‘s practically telling me right now.”

“I-Inside Toji,” you nodded eagerly, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. Your voice was shaky and sweet— nearly about to feel yourself salivate from the thought of Toji Fushiguro— full known notorious assassin who was paid a huge wad of money to kill you— but instead he‘s here doing the opposite, remotely speaking you could say that he was technically murdering your pussy. “Need to feel you inside. Please Toji.”

“Okay little girl,” he tugs his eyebrows together, and he sucks a bit more on your neck— Toji just simply couldn‘t get enough of how sweet you were. “Take it then. I‘ll stuff ya nice and full. Better keep all the shit inside too.” he slyly smiles, bringing a kiss to your forehead. The gesture made your face burn a bit— but you tried to ignore it, surely it didn‘t mean anything— right?

Merely seconds later, Toji‘s spilling a thick load inside your cunt that willingly accepts it, he groans, feeling his inner gut tighten and you moan too— frail arms thrown around him as his hips repeatedly stutter and he‘s still keeping a pace but it‘s a little slower because of his release. “Shit..” he grumbles, falling into a high peaked crescendo from his groan. The way your cunt hugged him tight sent him on a frenzy. “Such a pretty little slut— taking my seed like a good girl.”

You whimper once he starts a pace again— as if stamina was nonexistent to him and feel Toji bring a rough hand down towards your sweet cunt to give it love taps a few times— and you were oh so incredibly soaked. You weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore after how many rough and raunchy rounds you went with Toji.

“Toji— f-fuck…” you babbled — and he’s gripping your thighs firmly, holding it up and your brain’s so dumb and empty. Pathetic. Each thrust and bounce against his lap makes your voice shakier and shakier as if you were on a roller coaster. “Feels s’good, Toji— fuck…”

But then out of nowhere Toji lets off a loud grunt, yelling out a dramatic ‘Fuck!’ and you furrow your eyebrows once he stops moving you— and you just sat with his dick still inside of you before he pushed you off of him, groaning.

You glanced at him— confused. “What- happened?”

“…….Cramp,” He grunts, and then Toji lays on his side and it’s so dramatic— groaning in pain as if he’d just gotten shot. “Jesus fuc— god damn it,” and you don‘t know if your eyes were deceiving you, but you swore you could have saw a faint red start to spread on the assassin‘s face. Regardless, you sat there, about to have the most best toe-curling orgasm of your life yet here Toji is curled on the bed, grunting in pain and utter agony. It was really dramatic before he mumbled an annoyed, “ . . . Gimme a sec.”

“Okay…” You mumbled.

And that second turned into minutes, and you crawled on top of Toji, straddling his lap— and his eyes widens once you start to align yourself against him — planting your hips down on his bare chest. “The f-fuck are you doing,” he grumbles, panting as he feels you slowly plop down on him again, Toji leans back against the bed and you almost smiled, hearing him stutter. “You…” he swallows, staring up at the ceiling with a hand nearly covering his face. “You gonna ride me while I‘m still sensitive? I just came, w-whore.”

Even his degradation didn‘t hit the same from the state he was in— and you raised your eyebrows at him. “Should I stop then..? Maybe we should um.. take a break since you got a leg cramp and—”

“No. Shut the fuck up and ride me. No cramp‘s gonna stop me. You— wanna ride me so go ahead then.”

You almost laugh, not even knowing you could get the upper hand with a vicious man like Toji. “Okay…” and he feels you start to move your hips again. Toji grunts from feeling so sensitive — the overstim makes him kiss and suck his teeth that you‘re easily shifting your weight towards your left hip before going towards the right over and over, the rhythm you have is nice, precise and sexy. You stare down at Toji as you‘re grinding against his pelvic bone, letting off sweet moans and whimpers yourself and he‘s glaring at you.

“Faster brat,” he suddenly spanks your ass— the recoil making you whine. And then once you do speed your tempo a little he grunts, the skin slapping making him dizzy as he bites back on his words— a red spreading onto his face, and by the looks of it, the Toji Fushiguro was embarrassed. “Fu—cking shit. More.. don‘t stop… keep ridin’ me, baby.”

You look down at him as you rode him, keeping a good rhythm before a small smile purses on your lips. “Are . . . you begging me, Toji?”

“F-Fuck you little girl,” is all he can reply with, you snicker once he shoves you closer into his chest as you rode him— his rough hands on your waist and near your soft shoulder blade. Your cunt continued to pulsate rapidly— and you felt yourself getting close again, Toji probably just the same as well. He‘s letting off soft pants as he keeps kissing your ass with the palm of his hand, rough mean spanks to make you whine before giggling. “You think this shit is funny huh?”

“No..?” You replied, your smile fading a little once he’s staring no, glaring dead at you, sliding a hand near his clenched abs with a low grunt before pulling you towards him. You let off a tiny squeak once he makes you stop riding him— lightly shoving you and you’re face first on the bed — Toji shoving having your head down and making your ass go up before you giggle nervously. “Eheh.. are you all better now? Your leg cramp I mean..”

“S—Shut the fuck up stupid bitch,” Toji growls . . and he’s blushing, hard. His nostrils flare up, and you can see his irritated flustered state from behind the screen. But that‘s when he‘s preparing to go full doggy and give you backshots. Right in front of your mirror too — you could see the familiar coy sly smirk forming on him again— as if he wasn‘t practically whining for you a moment ago. “You’re gonna be a good dumb slut and pretend that never happened,” and his voice is low and raspy and you let off a soft moan, feeling him go back inside you. He’s effortlessly stretching you out again, and that entire giggly facade leaves once he’s balls deep inside, tapping against you again as if nothing even occurred. You’re staring at the screen— lightly biting down on your finger while on all fours for him. It’s like Toji‘s stamina came right back to him as he‘s fucking you with the upmost amounts of energy. “What I thought. Shut that cute dumb mouth and take this dick like you own it. No cramp‘s gonna stop me from beating this pussy up to the fucking hilt,” and then he parts his lips, finishing his sentence with a low rough, “Little girl.”

“T—Toji..” you moaned in a sweet erotic tone, enough to make his cock twitch. A little smile spreads on your face before he shoves your head down against the fluffy bed and you land with another soft cute oof.

“Face down ass up, whore.” He snarls, and you whine — feeling him spank your ass again with his palm. He‘s driving his hips into you again to where you vision transmit to stars, feelings of your body going into pure ecstasy and utter euphoria. Each spank gets you more wetter that it‘s embarrassing— your small frail hands grip towards the edges of the bed, moaning for him to keep going and not stop. “Good girllll. Take it and shut the fuck up,” he purrs in a guttural raspy tone. Toji flicks his tongue against his scar, humming at the sight of your body jolting from each mean deep thrust of his. His hips are entirely in sync with yours — so turbulent that it sends your poor empty filled brain into a lewd trance. You’re so drunk on his dick you just don‘t want to ever stop.

You gasp before whimpering, staring at the both of you through your mirror, back all arched for him and only him. “C—Cumming.. Toji..”

“Ah ah. No you’re fucking not,” Toji grunts, spanking your ass and then he quickly pulls out. You let off a whiney sob, confused why he pulled out, let alone his second time of doing so. Your cunt‘s not clenching around anything anymore, and you’re whimpering from the lack of stimulation before Toji flips you over. “Look at me,” he mutters, and he makes you get on his lap, just barely hovering over his lap. You do— staring in his cold, green eyes— slightly flustered face, but nevertheless he still looked intimidating as usual. “Whore. Laughing at me, now look at you. A mess. Don‘t like being edged again huh?”

“N-No..” You shake your head.

“Awwww, no?” He mocks your pout, swiping a thumb against your lip. Toji thinks you’re so cute, pulling out right when you were about to coat his dick again. “Well that‘s too damn bad. I‘m not gonna let you cum,” and then he pauses— dark viridescent eyes staring down at you as you hovered over his erect cock, so eager to just finish. You were so so close you could taste the sweetened orgasm just lingering on the very tip of your tastebuds. “Unless… you beg for it again.”

You whine, staring up at him and Toji raises a brow with a coy grin.

“B-But, Toji..”

“Nah. Don‘t gimme that shit. You heard me.” Toji coos, bringing a sweet kiss near your jaw. “Go on. Make me wait and you’ll just be edging yourself for even longer,” and his voice is so smooth and arrogant, letting off a low chuckle while bringing a quick kiss towards the collarbone of your neck. “And we wouldn‘t want that now, would we?”

He‘s so— you just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, he’s definitely getting off on this for sure. Even having a cramp during intercourse, Toji still manages to get the upper hand and make sure you know your place.

A pout continued to tug on your lips as you stared up at him, speaking in a needy whiney voice. “Please let me cum, T—Toji,” and you cutely start to rock your hips for some sort of friction but he stops you— making you whine from the constant edging and restriction. “Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Yeahhh?” He mocks your saddened weak voice, and a smile tugs on his lips. “You do?” And he‘s speaking in that cooing faux voice that‘s another factor of your pussy being wet, and he grips onto your chin, before stealing a quick kiss on your mouth. Your face heats up from that, and he smugly grins. “Okay, but only if you tell me pretty please, again doll. Need to hear you say it in that sweet pathetic voice of yours.”

You whine once more, squirming a bit in his lap and he’s loving every second of your embarrassed pitiful gaze. You glance up at him with a cute frown pressing on your lips — eyebrows slightly furrowing as you were so so desperate for your incoming release. “Um… p-pretty please.. Toji? Let me cum p-pretty please….”

“Mmm, that‘s a good girl. Go ‘head,” he murmurs, a sly smile showcasing on his pink indented lips. He lets himself bury back inside and you moan, gripping onto his shoulders. With nails digging into his beefy pale skin, your mouth slightly opens, head slightly tilting upwards before you’re at the very brink — the very verge. Pretty soon your chest started to heave, and you’re cumming, creaming his dick all pretty with your sweetened slick. “Good—fuckkk.” And Toji‘s cumming too with quick reflexes, this time he pulls out and sprays his seed all over your pussy. You moan once he rubs his reddened tip against your folds, witnessing you whine and shiver.

You pant— exhausted, but still wanting more when you sit up to bring him in a deep sloppy kiss. He kisses back, stroking your back ever so gently, hearing you still moan and shake from your post orgasm as your tongue runs across near the inside of his mouth— tasting how sweet and saccharine flavored he was. After a while, Toji pulls away, and you try and catch your breath as if it was a race, eyes half-lidded before you hear the cock of a clicking gat.

You flinch, staring up at Toji and he chuckles— his shimmery black roscoe pointing right at you. “Oh damn. That sucks,” and he genuinely sounded disappointed.

“W-wha . . Did you— just try to fucking shoot me?!” You furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming.

“Don‘t worryyyy sweetheart, my clip‘s empty.” He mutters, bringing a friendly pat to your pussy before mumbling, “Unfortunately…...”

You blankly stared at him in disbelief and he lowly chuckles. “What if it wasn‘t empty?”

“…Then you’d be dead, little girl,” he replies back with a sly smile before bringing a kiss towards your neck. “Hey, can‘t blame a guy for trying. I could probably buy a nice fancy house with your cash reward,” and then he rolls his eyes as he speaks. “Low on money enough as it is, sadly.”

“…………..……..…..”

Toji rasply laughs once more before kissing your cheek before flipping you over— spanking your ass. “Heh. I‘d say sorry but I‘m not. No hard feelings right princess? Bet your pussy‘ll forgive me though,” and you moan— feeling him drag a thumb near your throbbing slit. “Now now, be a good girl and arch that back for me one more time. I‘m not done with my pretty target yet.”

STARBOY M.LIST

yakuza!suna/escort!reader part 6 - takes place the night following part 5, tw the girlies are fighting (literally), tw mention of blood, happy belated birthday yakuza!shinsuke i want you to step on me series masterlist

The Inarizaki compound is an immaculately maintained estate.

The grounds are vast, tucked away in a quiet corner of Hyogo, just distant enough from the city to feel private. The buildings on the property are old, and traditional in style, but they were built to last and have been cared for to ensure it. The compound is as imposing today as the day it was first built, a truth diligently seen to over the years as its care has passed between hands from one head of the family to the next. It stands as a testament to the power and the influence of those who inherit and inhabit it; a reflection of them built in timber and stone.

Nothing on the property is out of place or unkempt. Every shrub, every blade of grass, every flower in the garden is carefully reared and pruned. Every floor diligently swept. Every surface cleared of any trace of dust. Every window polished to a spotless shine that reflects the sun that looks brightly down upon the sprawling plot of land. 

And underneath the Inarizaki compound—in the labyrinthine system of corridors and dim, damp rooms where the sun doesn’t reach—the same diligence, the same control, exists too.

“Well, well, well—would ya look who it is.”

On a ratty leather sofa in one such room, deep below the well-tended grounds, Atsumu lays sprawled with his head tipped back lazily over the arm rest. On the other side of the wide room, a figure stands before him after just stepping through the door—though, given the blonde’s current orientation, he’s upside-down in his line of sight.

Suna’s expression is notably flat—his mouth drawn into a tight, thin line—regardless of whether or not it’s viewed from the right way up.

“How nice of ya to finally join us,” Atsumu continues, picking himself up off the sofa so he’s sitting upright. He turns in his seat to glance over at his brother who's slumped down into a chair not far from him, fiddling with one of his favourite knives. Atsumu snort a little to himself. “‘Specially after ya kicked us outta yer place this mornin’.”

Suna says nothing in response.

The blonde twin smirks, peeking over at him again. 

“So, how’s our little Yua-chan?” 

If looks could kill, Osamu’s long-held dream of being an only child would have come true a hundred times over in an instant.

“Enough, Tsumu,” his twin grunts, flicking the butterfly knife in his hands closed. “Yer bein’ a slimy little fuck, ’n I’m not patchin’ ya up if he kicks yer ass.”

Atsumu huffs, a look of mild betrayal twisting at his features.

“My own brother,” he laments, a hand melodramatically clasped to his chest. Osamu flips him off with a roll of his eyes, scarcely paying him any attention at all.

With a laugh, Atsumu pitches himself back onto the sofa, snuggling down into the worn old leather to make himself comfortable. His head lolls to the side and his gaze travels once more to the man on the other side of the room who still has yet to venture much further beyond the doorway. 

Osamu tucks his knife into the breast-pocket of his button-down shirt before reaching down beside his seat to grab one of the cans of beer he has resting at his feet in a plastic convenience store bag.

“Too bad ya didn’t bring her along, Sunarin. We could really use somethin’ nice to look at around here.” The blonde sighs almost wistfully, but the subtle curl at the corner of his mouth is unmistakably nefarious. “Pretty thing like her could be a huge boost fer morale. ‘Specially with those tits.”

Suna’s hauling Atsumu off the sofa before Osamu even has time to crack the tab on his drink.

“Get off’a me, ya psycho!” the blonde yelps as he hits the cold cement floor, but his cry falls only on deaf (or otherwise completely uncaring) ears.

In an attempt at defence, Atsumu throws a wide, flailing punch, but it doesn’t land. Suna’s got his shirt-collar tightly wrapped around his fist, and with one strong tug he drags his unsuspecting opponent forward, flipping Atsumu onto his chest on the ground. The blonde lets out a pitiful, wheezing grunt as Suna drops a knee to his spine, keeping him pinned, and takes a fistful of his peroxide locks in his hand to roughly draw his head back.

“Just wait," Atsumu grunts, as he tries to free himself from Suna's hold. "I’m gonna fuckin’ kil—“

Osamu opens his beer. The hiss of carbonation only vaguely mutes the sound of fist meeting flesh.

After all these years, the younger of the two Miya twins has learned that when his sibling picks a fight, it’s usually better just to let nature run its course. Sure, he intervenes sometimes if it’s really needed. After all, it’s still his brother—and Osamu’s not one to shy away from a good fight either, though he prefers that they be justified. But if Atsumu gets himself into a scrap, particularly when it comes to infighting like this, Osamu’s generally pretty happy to let him get knocked around a bit.

Not that he’ll ever learn a lesson from it.

Plus, Suna rarely ever gets this fired up. There’s a bit of fun to seeing Atsumu get his ass handed to him by the characteristically apathetic brunette. Osamu’s seen what Suna’s capable of plenty of times, and knows his particular handiwork well, but in the thick of a fight he doesn’t ever really have time to appreciate the distinctly feral way that Rintarou fights—the placid-faced brutality of it—so for once he just sits back and settles in to enjoy the show.

He’s not even halfway through his beer when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching on the concrete floor of the corridor outside, leading towards them. He pauses with the can held to his lips as two figures step into the room, silhouetted in the doorway by the harsh fluorescent light flooding in from the hallway behind them.

The skirmish in the centre of the room stalls upon the newcomers' unexpected arrival—both parties panting raggedly as they shove the other away, separating from the lock of their brawl.

“Get up.”

Neither of the men fighting dare to question the order, nor the man that it comes from.

Suna and Atsumu both stand from the floor, quietly adjusting their rumpled clothes. They keep their eyes averted under the heavy, disappointed gaze of the man who approaches them in unhurried, measured steps. With their gazes downturned, a pair of neatly polished shoes is all they can see when he comes to a stop in front of them.

“What’s all this about?” 

When neither of the guilty parties opt to speak up in the wake of the question that was posed, the silence in the room sours.

The man sighs.

He turns on his heel towards Osamu, and the dark-haired Miya struggles to meet his gaze.

“Atsumu started it,” the younger man finally mutters, taking another long, much-needed swig from his beer.

“Rat,” his twin hisses under his breath from across the room.

“Quiet.”

Kita doesn’t yell.

He doesn’t even lift a hand.

Atsumu flinches all the same at the command.

The slighter man, dressed in a nice, neatly-pressed suit, looks between the two battered men in front of him.

“Someone gonna tell the boss what happened here, or what?” Aran remarks from the other side of the room, his tone dry and unenthusiastic—it’s far from the first time he’s broken up one of Atsumu’s squabbles, after all. He's leaning leisurely now against the metal frame of the heavy, industrial door as he watches everything unfold—having not even bothered crossing the threshold into the dingy little space that serves as a makeshift lounge of sorts. He knew his involvement was unlikely to be needed.

He's outranked by his company, after all. 

“Suna went nuclear ‘cuz I made a little joke about some girl,” Atsumu complains, ready to talk now it would seem, as blood drips down his philtrum from his nose.

Kita’s eyes flicker to Suna, still slouching indolently at Atsumu’s side with his eyes directed away.

“A girl?” Shinsuke remarks thoughtfully. “What girl?”

“Just some girl Suna’s fuck—seein’,” Atsumu quickly alters his word choice in favour of something less profane when Kita’s eyes meet his. “Samu and I ran into her at his place this mornin’, naked as the day she was born.” As though he simply can’t help himself, like one final swing in the fight, the blonde tacks on one last pointed: “Interestin’ sight to say the least.”

Suna’s face is as expressionless as ever when he finally looks up to meet Kita’s stare, having avoided it for as long as he possibly could. The highest ranking member of the Inarizaki syndicate meets his eyes, his own expression pensive.

“Not the same one ya came to speak with me about this morning, surely?” 

Suna’s nose twitches slightly.

Osamu stills, half-way through the motion of lifting his drink to his lips again, his thirst forgotten in the wake of the remark.

Atsumu seems surprised too, somewhere under all the reddish-swelling on his face.

Even Aran's curiosity seems to be piqued.

“This girl’s makin’ ya behave rashly,” Kita comments. The judgement is conversational in tone but still biting—even-tempered and just but somehow all the more damning.

Red flushes into the tips of Suna’s ears.

“I’ll make myself clear, ‘cause it seems like I didn’t in our earlier conversation. It’s neither my place nor my desire to get my hands dirty in the personal matters of yer life. Those affairs are no concern of mine,” Kita says calmly, his eyes fixed so raptly to Rintarou’s face that anyone would be unnerved, much less a subordinate. The older man pauses then, as though thinking quite seriously about what to say next. 

Kita does this often: prolonged silences not unusual in the middle of his conversations, as he considers the information available him and his path forward. It’s reminiscent of a man playing go, taking time to carefully choose his next move. 

“However,” Kita finally adds, the lines of his face hardening as he comes to his decision, “what is my concern is this family, and it’s my responsibility to intervene when somethin’, or someone, jeopardizes it.”

Suna’s eyes drop to his feet as he nods stiffly, his gaze lowered in shame.

“Suna,” the Oyabun’s voice is low and gentle, which in many ways makes it worse. “You owe yer heart a debt for the way it’s served you ’til now, for the things that it’s helped bear, and I don’t claim to deny that. But don’t forget what debt you owe to this family. What obligation ya have to yer brothers. You can’t allow a temporary novelty to confuse where yer priorities lie.”

The dingy, dank room is quiet for a moment, and then Kita sighs, turning on his heel towards the door. Before he steps away, he glances towards Suna again.

“Go home, Rintarou.”

Everyone in the room freezes.

Suna’s eyes snap up in confusion, a complaint on the tip of his tongue as his lips part to free it. One look at Kita’s face silences him, and any protest he may have wanted to voice dies out before it’s given breath. The elder turns away once more.

He crosses the room towards Aran, and his Wakagashira pushes himself up off the doorframe as he approaches, pulling himself upright as the two prepare to take their leave. Meanwhile, Atsumu and Osamu share a look across the room, communicating their shock—and relative confusion—wordlessly between themselves.

Just before he steps across the threshold to exit, Kita pauses once more. He doesn’t turn around, but there’s no question in anyone’s mind who he’s speaking to when he says:

“Not to that club. Not to that girl. Home.”

Usually its the reader who has voice fetish in fanfics but what if it was the other way around and Nanami was the one with voice fetish? I feel like he'd have sensitive ears, thats one of his erogenous zones so whispering even the most innocent things into them will turn him on

that’s actually a reallyyyy good thought, anonnie

imagine

nanami doesn‘t even know nor realize he has a voice kink/fetish in the first place until you’re riding him— your arms wrapped around his neck with your head buried near the side of his neck as well. “mhm—kentoooo, kento,” you’d whine, and even though your voice is sweet and quiet— it’s directly against his ear and he immediately gets aroused from the candied sounds of your voice, the tone— how dirty it was, the way each jostle and shake from each bounce you made on his lap turned your voice to be a lot more shaky, all next to his ear, getting him even harder.

“y/n—” he’d grunt, firm rough hands gripping onto your hips. nanami couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your voice— the way your sweet breathing picked up, the tiny fuckfuckfuck’s that you’d babble underneath your breath, a stammering babbling mess and he found it so cute— though his ears were sensitive, so each time you said anything remotely close to his ear, he couldn’t help but feel a bit a shivers tingle all throughout his body. and nanami doesn’t know what to say at first as you’re still riding him, clamping down from his length to where your mouth starts to open. “keep— keep talking to me, angel. your voice is so pretty.”

you blink a few times as you faced him while still maintaining a pace— biting back a moan while chewing on the bottom of your lip. “. . my what?”

nanami has a lazy soft smile, beads of sweat racing down the sides of his forehead before bringing a soft kiss to your neck as you continued to ride him.

“moan more in my ear. it turns me on, my love.”

Praise kink pls 💞

˚ ༘✶ SWEET TALK⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

featuring. Seishiro Nagi, Yoichi Isagi, Alexis Ness

contens. aged up!characters, no sub/dom dynamics, praise kink, worship, premature ejaculation, size kink, service top & pillow prince

˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ mdni!!

SEISHIRO NAGI is since he can remember a skilled person. Pillow prince since day one and loves being spoiled by his girl. Little did. both you know how much your praise gets him going. Especially when you tell him how pretty he is and how good he makes you feel all the time. Or even when you tell him how big his cock is. Your praise means more than any other praise he ever received and Nagi can’t help it but throb so incredibly hard each time you call him those pretty names.

„fuck, you’re so big, Sei. So big but so good, yer cock feels so good. Need more of you, pretty boy. Show me what my talented boy got inside him.“

YOICHI ISAGI loves being praised so much. No matter if subbing or domming, it makes his dick twitch hard every time you praise him. Tell Isagi what a good boy he is or how good he fucks you and he’s already close. Practically begs for you to praise him and enjoys it even more when he won a match and you praise him for how good he did. Cums in no time and is utterly pleased by it.

„Did so great, yoichi. Worlds‘ best striker and my good boy on top of that too ? I’m so lucky to have you. Always doing such an amazing for me.“

ALEXIS NESS is more than head over heels for you. Praise isn’t even enough, he practically worships you. Every compliment known to mankind is at least told you once by Ness and he loves it even more when you two are having sex. Your boyfriend can read what kind of praise you need. He tells you how good you are, how pretty you look, how horny you make him or what a good girl you are depending on your mood.

„Just like that, Liebe. Gosh, you look so divine on top of me. My beautiful goddess. so tight, s‘good. You’re gonna make me cum early!!“

mdni, every character is 18+

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