The Assistant.

✩ The Assistant.

✩ endeavor x assistant!f!reader

we all want to have him as our boss and fuck him, right?

✩ warnings & tags: it’s endeavor and im writing it, so you know there’s a bunch of hot sex involved. size difference, small age gap, creampie, pussy smacks, oral, semi-public sex, domination, established affair (enji’s seperated, but not divorced), implied sadism, breeding (possibility of a child).

there you were, underneath your boss’s mahogany colored desk; shoving his fat, can shaped cock further down your throat. eyes watering as he fills your mouth to the brim.

the number one hero tried his hardest to not throw his head back and let out a groan, while you devoured his cock. but, the way you handled his balls and sucked him like he was a cherry tootsie pop; made it harder for him and he quickly let out a thick load deep into your mouth.

a loud groan left his throat and his thighs quickly clench around your head; almost suffocating you while he cums. your eyes roll back into that pretty little head of yours, while a small yet powerful orgasm runs through you and he finally lets his thighs relax; making you release his cock from your pretty stretched out mouth.

a string of his cum mixed with your spit dribbled out of your mouth as you looked up into his icey blue eyes, smiling with satisfaction since you took his cock and fallen babies so well. he grabbed your arm and pulled you close to his torso, leaning down to kiss you; his leftovers mixing into his mouth.

“such a good girl for me.” he praised, biting your bottom lip before he pulled away; eliciting a whine from you. he zipped his softening cock back into his pants and helped you get up from under his desk, handing you a kleenex so you could clean your fucked face; before returning to your desk outside of his very spacious office.

you had been working with the number one hero for quite some months now. he had needed an assistant with this big promotion and from hundreds of recommendations, he hired you. and from that day on, something in him lit up and he decided to make you his dirty little mistress.

you knew Enji was married, since he still wore his wedding ring on his finger, but you didn’t care. his martial status meant nothing to you as long as he continued to pump you full of his cock on a daily basis. call it wrong, but that’s just how you felt.

waving at burnin as she passed by your desk and entered your office, you signed into your laptop and started going through your emails and looking over your boss’s calendar book. until, your phone chimed with a text from endeavor’s personal number.

it was a photo of his clothed bulge with a message underneath it.

- still hard. come let daddy drill this cock in you.

his dirty message made you clinch your thighs together and you quickly replied.

- i would if i could, got to reply to these emails and you’re still talking to burnin. how about i send you a video of me playing with myself, instead?

he quickly liked the message and you giggled. you quickly looked around to check if anyone was coming, before you held your phone up and spread your soiled panties to the side, dipping your fingers in between your drenched lips.

your stifled a moan by biting yours lips, thinking about what happened prior to this, making you cum within seconds. you rode out your orgasm and ended the video, hitting send; before you started typing on your computer again. you knew he would watch the video with his sidekick in his office, volume low along with the brightness. and a few seconds later, the blazin haired hero walked out & relayed that endeavor wanted to see you.

on cue, you walked right back into his office; notebook in hand and quickly closed the dark oak door behind you; before walking up to his desk. you watched as his muscles flexed and protruded through his black velvet sweater, while he pressed play to watch your sexy video once more.

“so pretty and wet for me…look at her clinch around nothing…so sexy~” he turns the phone so you could see, making your face hot and your thighs press together.

“you’ve got a meeting in a few mins,” you reminded, just in case he got a bright idea. and just like you thought, he did.

“get back under this desk and take daddy’s dick while they all pile in here. and if you make a peep, there’s going to be hell for you~” you knew he was serious from the way that he spoke, with your body acting on its own; you found yourself following his orders and dipping underneath his desk again.

you turned your clothed ass towards him, arching your back so he could plunge himself into you with ease. he unzipped himself from his corduroy confinements, freeing his throbbing fatness. he pushed up your skirt and ripped your panties off of your body, before pushing his swollen tip towards your tight entrance.

and as you backed yourself up onto his cock, his employees apart of the meeting came piling into his office, sitting on the black loveseats he had inside. you covered your mouth with your hands, smothering the moans that left your lips as his cock stretched your gummy walls to fit around him.

you would never get used to his sized, you felt like he would get bigger each time he fucked you, pushing your walls past its normal limits.

he did his best to control his facial expressions as he began talking about how they’ve been monitoring and controlling the nomu outbreak, while you fucked him.

your were now passing the pain threshold that came with fucking the number one hero and was now welcoming pleasure. you were more aroused than usual, thanks to the state that you were in. fucking your boss in a room with other’s, unbeknownst to them. pussy becoming wet with each glide around his cock, betraying you by making a squelching noise that could be heard by them.

but, endeavor was quick with putting on a video for them to watch; deafening the noise your pretty girl decided to make for him. you turned your head slightly, catching his gaze while you pushed your self deeper onto his shaft; mouth opening like a bitch in heat.

as you bounced your ass against him, your slick coated pussy became too slippery for his dick and he slipped out of you; causing a gush of air to flow out. an employee turned to see what that noise was, but when he saw endeavor’s stoic face, he quickly turned back around and continued to look at the video in front of him.

endeavor turned his attention back to you and gave you a look; pushing his cock back into you along with his thumb pushing into your other hole as punishment for making too much noise. you bit your finger tips so no one would hear you squeal, the next erotic sensation forced your mind to go dumb.

the way he fucked your cunt to his liking, pushing himself deep inside you where his tip kissed your cervix and rubbed your gspot with ease, made you unfold. eyes rolling back to the whites, cunt queefing with each movement; before he pulled himself out of you—replacing his finger in your ass with his cock; resting above your tighter hole. his own orgasm splayed out on your ass, jerking slightly as it pooled out from his tip.

you caught his eye once more, you could read the look on his face; he was far from done.

“meeting’s over,” he clicked off the flat screen tv, making all his employees look at him.

“but sir, we haven’t discussed—“

“get the fuck out, now” they weren’t trying to argue with him, quickly grabbing their things and leaving his office. it was without a doubt that they were afraid of him and no wasn’t the time to prove that. as the door closed behind the last person, he reached down and grabbed your hips, his cum dripping down between your cheeks as a result.

you sat on his lap, cock ghosting your entrance while he held you there, “didn’t i say you were going to get punished for making a peep?” his voice deep and serious, making you swallow the slight fear he gave you.

“im sorry—“ you felt like your body was melting once he pushed himself back inside your cunt. how was he still hard? his libido always superseded yours. he didn’t let you adjust, his stiff dick bullying your hole with each pound, fucking you dumb once again.

“all ways so tight for me. god, i can’t stop fuckin this cunt” he sent a smack to your clit, causing you to jolt and clench down harder around him. he groaned at the sensation, sending another one to your sensitive bud. your soft mewls were like music to his ears, his dick throbbing repeatedly inside of you; he couldn’t wait to cum inside.

enji’s big hands reached around your chest and ripped your button up to shreds, buttons popping off and flying onto his big desk.

“enji!l you whined and he sent another smack to your clit, correcting you.

“daddy! I don’t have anything else to wear” you moaned when he pushed his cock further into you, cream slowly coated his base. he slowed his stroke down, making you whine once more. he loved hearing you call him daddy, it drove him insane.

“ill have someone bring you another one from the company’s closet. now be a good girl, while l finish fucking this pretty pussy of yours.” his speed picked up once more and he was drilling himself inside of you. he let out some groans, one more primal than the others as he creamed your pussy full of his babies.

he didn’t stop his movements after cumming either, pistoning his cock deeper inside of you; making your orgasm come down harder than the last. he made you squirt, hard, pushing his cock right out of you pussy—splashing his leaking head and his dark desk.

picking you up with his big hands, he stood you on your feet; legs wobbling from the amount of stress that was put on it seconds ago, before he bent you over his desk. his huge frame towered over your smaller one as he pinned your arms behind your back, pulling your skirt all the way down to your ankles and deepening your arch; just so he could re-enter you once again.

your ass rippled against his clothed pelvis, cream and slick sticking to the soft fabric, as he fucked you. you turned your head and was met with a picture of his estranged family and you couldn’t help but moan. taking someone’s husband’s cock in his office every day, knowing someone could walk in excited you. you were made to be his cock whore.

he gripped your wrists, arms bruising slightly from his grip while he pounded you relentlessly. you were cumming and so was he, the way his balls twitched and his stroke became rougher—you were going to be a good slut and take his last load.

“let me stuff you full of my babies again. want you pregnant with my seed~” you were so dizzy with cock, agreeing to his wish, drooling against his desk; while ropes of his cum flowed into you and your own orgasm erupting inside of you. you could see stars like one of those cartoon characters as you came, his dick slowing down inside of you; before he pulled out of you for the last time.

with a smack to your ass, he zipped up him pants and pulled you back into his chest; pressing his lips to yours; another way he dominated you.

“ill go get those clothes from the closet. put this on and stay here. also, when i get back clear my schedule; taking you back to my place so i can hear that pretty girl speak to me again~”

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It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum if you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

pairings: piercer!eren x reader

warnings: smuuuttt 18+, eren is the president of the subby men club, pegging ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶꒱ྀི১

a/n: I'm nervy to put this out omggg

pt.2 to Good girl but ofc can be read as a standalone

Boss

You heard him before you could see him. The slam of the front door, throw of his keys and heavy sigh alerting you he wasn't in the best mood.

“Baby?” You peeked your head out before walking into the living room, where he sat with his hands over his face, fingers separating wide enough to look at you before he put his arms out.

A telltale sign he had a bad day. Eren was usually the energetic one of your pair, always coming home with a smile on his face before he made you take a break from whatever it was you were doing to ramble on about his day, and happily listen about yours.

However, on bad days he just wanted to be held, quiet for the night as you whispered affirmations in his ear.

“Wanna talk?” Your hands cradled his face as he pulled you close.

“Today was annoying. We had two shipments come in, and of course one of them was wrong. Then one of Mikasa’s clients was being a perv and when I tried to handle it the asshole swung at me, so of course I had to beat his ass, and call the cops. Their asses didn't even help because they tried to accuse me of selling drugs out of the shop. Shit was a fucking mess.” He groaned. Crescent indents formed on your hips as his grip tightened.

“I'm sorry, pa” Your plump lips littered slow soft kisses on his.

“Anything I can do to make your day better?” The tension in his shoulders dissolving as you massaged them.

“Just you- fuck just you being here is perfect, baby” He groaned as your hands traveled down to his biceps, the tension high in his muscles.

He leaned back into the couch, eyes shut as you worked your magic. His body had finally started to relax after the events of the day when he felt you get off of him.

“Where are you-” He opened his eyes, pausing when he saw you down on your knees in front of him, fingers hooked around the waistband of his sweats.

“Y-you don't have to baby. It's okay” He let out a shaky breath.

“I want to. All you have to do is relax. You've been the boss all day. Let me have my turn.” Your thumb grazed the growing bulge under his sweats before pulling both his boxers and pants down in one swift motion.

“Ahh” He whimpered, low eyes watching as you stroked his length a few times before your lips parted, kissing his tip as your tongue swiped up the precum.

“Baby, please” He whined, hips bucking as you swirled your tongue around his frenum piercing.

As badly as you wanted to tease him till he cried, you knew he was due for a break. Allowing your gathered saliva to slide onto his length as you shined his dick, fingers wrapped tightly around his base as you slowly took him in your mouth, getting halfway before letting your hands do the rest as you bobbed your head.

His chest heaving as you took more every time your head came up to lick along his slit.

He was needy. You could tell by the soft whimpers he tried so hard to contain whenever you took him out of your mouth to suck on his balls, tongue circling his ass for a quick second before coming back up to wrap your mouth around him.

“D-don't stop, mommy” He whined as you widened his legs, thumb applying pressure to his aching hole as you took him fully into your mouth.

You couldn't tell if it was the blowjob, the pressure to his puckered hole, or the mixture of the two as he cried and whimpered, thighs tensing as his dick jumped in your mouth, salty cum filling your mouth.

Letting him slide from your mouth with a pop, you kissed along the underside of his dick, tounge running over his veins as you stroked the last few drops of cum from him.

“What do you want baby?” You coaxed him, looking up into his needy eyes while rubbing soothing shapes into his thighs.

“Need you to fuck me, mommy, please” He whined, slowly pumping his dick with a tight grip.

He eagerly followed you to your shared bedroom, patiently spread out on the bed while you fished out your favorite pink confetti strap and a bottle of lube from your closet.

You couldn't help but smile down at him as you situated yourself between his legs. It took weeks of begging him to at least think about allowing you to do this, finally caving when he felt your tongue accidentally graze over his ass one night while giving him head.

Nothing would ever top him fucking you from behind when it came to your sexual encounters but having him needy and whiny under you as he begged you to go faster definitely came second.

Apologizing for the cool sensation of the lube you prepped him, basking in the way his standing dick twitched when your thumb slid in. After coaxing a second orgasm from him just from foreplay you squeezed a large amount of the gooey substance onto the dildo, coating the object before slowly easing into him.

You took care to tease him with slow, deliberate strokes, your fingers tightly wrapped around the base of his dick as you stroked him with the same pace of your thrust. Green eyes staring up at you as he moaned for more.

“Tell me how it feels, baby.” You murmured, watching him squirm.

“Feels- fuck feels so good, mommy” He whimpered, abs tensing as your fingers ghosted over his tip.

“Yeah?” You smirked, free hand gliding up his abs to pinch his tiny pink buds as you increased your pace. His grip tightening on the sheets as he panted your name.

“H-harder, please” He moaned, trembling under you.

Who were you to deny your boy? Changing positions you gave him exactly what he asked. A hand wrapped around his dick as your hips ricochet off of his cheeks. Your name left his lips in whiny muffled cries as he arched back into you. The sound of wet slaps echoed through the room as he cried from pleasure.

“C-can't hold it anymore, mommy” You already knew he was close, his dick twitching with every thrust and stroke.

“I know, baby, let go” Your fingers wrapped tightly around his base, thumb circling his sensitive tip.

“Fuck- nghh” He became a moaning mess, cum spurting on your hands and the sheets as you milked him dry.

Slowly retracting from him, you licked your fingers clean, kissing up his back as you whispered I love you's and praises, before helping him clean up and change the sheets.

With a smile on your face, you climbed into bed next to him.

“Feel better?” You pecked his lips, giggling at the slap earned on your ass, as he deepened the kiss. He truly just needed his frustration fucked out of him to get back to his usual self.

“Almost” He smirked.

“Almost? And what would make you better than this?” You asked, confused by the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Sit on my face?”

baby, you can mow my lawn!

[summary] the local dad you recently met is single and full of interesting stories about how easy it is to break furniture! have you ever heard of that stereotype about how divorced dads fuck with unbridled rage? yeah...

cw: divorced dad!toji, parenthood, sap and fluff, silly clichés, penetration, acts like an old dad, fucks like he isn't <3, age gap, he's got a big dick, oral m receiving, they get nasty with it!, size difference kink, creampies, 18+

masterlist this is the same universe in my head

it's nice to have a friend like toji.

some things you just can't be bothered with—like figuring out why your car is stalling, or dehumidifying the basement, or mowing your lawn every couple of weeks when it starts to sprout weeds, overgrown and dandelion-filled. it's arduous, hard work.

he's so kind, offering you a helping hand the way he does, all charitable smiles and advice. he does what you need with ease, then takes you out for coffee and pays for your drink. he even planted those, cute, new aloe plants you bought on an errand run together. he opens up about his past relationship—his only real one, he claims—and lets you gush over his son and alike he looks to him. it's fun, easy company—and so convenient, having a handyman around.

the day is sweltering and humid, and your grass is longer than ever—was, because toji, helpful as ever, is outside in your yard, lawn mower ripping, grass flying beneath it as it gets trimmed. you flick through the channels on your television, air conditioner blasting at the fractured thoughts ricocheting around your head.

be honest with yourself—you don't care about what you're going to watch.

not when your friend is in your perfect line of sight through your window.

his bulky back muscles ripple, his thin, white shirt soaked and stuck like a second skin on his stomach. his dark hair is plastered to his forehead, a sheen of sweat coating his veiny forearms and bulging biceps. he looks good. good enough to eat—like he'd probably taste saline and like aftershave and black coffee.

the sound of the mower dies. your lawn is pristine—it's not like you notice, not like you care, especially when he uses the end of his shirt to wipe off his forehead, his carved-out abdomen clenching with his heavy breaths, glittering and wet like the surface of a crystal lake.

this has been routine for months, now. you scramble from your lazy sprawl on the couch and into the kitchen, pulling out a jug of your brewed tea—one you make every time he's over, just because he told you how much he liked it.

you blame your clammy hands on the cold, ice-filled drink you pour into a glass and not the warm feeling that has your gut swirling and fingers nearly shaking.

the door rattles open, then creaks shut, and he's in your peripheral, his drenched shirt in his hand. he's shirtless—his thick fingers are combing through his damp locks, his neck rolling to the side as he stretches out. he's still panting softly, and when you turn and smile up at him, handing him his glass, you can't help yourself—his happy trail trail is dark and fuzzy, beaded with moisture, and your stare probably short-circuited on it for too long, but if he noticed, you couldn't tell.

his boots squeak against your floor. there's some stray grass hugging his muggy skin. he peers down at you and returns the small smile with a familiar fondness, calloused fingers brushing yours as he accepts the glass—

and you watch his strong throat work—ogle his hands dwarfing the glass. his warm palms melt the ice; droplets slip over his wrist and kiss the veins in his arm. the tea rolls down his chin as he finishes off the glass. the way he wipes his face and licks his lips is mannish and something else—something that makes your belly pulse.

"'s good—my favorite." the glass gently meets the counter with a tink. the lucidity of his green eyes is like a forest fire. "y'need me for anything else?"

you purse your lips, then laugh when he grins at you. the amusement in his gaze—it makes your brain stutter.

you consider him and lean back and grip the counter behind you for support.

"think you could be a doll and assemble my new sofa coming next week?"

the scent of freshly cut grass wafts through the open kitchen window—or maybe it's coming from him, an addictive concoction of body heat and earth. he chuckles, scarred edge of his mouth lifting, crooked and perfect, and nods, throwing his shirt over his tan shoulder.

he looks past you into the living room and eyes the sofa, crossing his arm. they're thick with muscle and tendons, all sinewy. hard to the touch, probably, if you reached out and traced your fingers over them, but his skin must be soft and hot, like a cozy blanket, onyx hairs covering them—the same kind that hugs his chest and lower back, right under the dimples there.

"mhm. but ya've got a perfectly good one there. you break it or somethin'?" he teases.

your laughter is light and airy like butterfly wings. he's funny, too, when he wants to be—it's so easy to be you around him, to let him in on what's on your mind and how you have been doing. it's a friendship you're grateful for, and one you'd hate to ruin.

it would be hard to prove you were thinking with your head when you stepped closer—close enough to smell the cologne and salt—and reached out your hand. dragged your index finger down a chiseled line seperating his abdominals. joined it with your middle finger and rubbed the skin above his belt, the moist tuft of hair there. dipped them beneath the waistband, fingertips barely brushing the denser mass of hair there.

is this too far—are you ruining a delicate, good thing? are you being too ridiculous—too bold and too loud, like a sheep in wolf's skin? he's older than you—probably smarter than you, too. does he think of you like a yapping puppy at his heels, starved for his attention wandering aimlessly when you're not getting it?

"have you ever broken one before?"

your heart is thumping in your ears, picking up speed when he drops his gaze to the way your hand is moving, how it's teasing his skin. that might have been a bad line, and it could be the case that he doesn't really want you, either.

his eyes are dark and hooded when he looks back up at you. imperceptible. impenetrable.

for a moment, you picture the look of disappointment from the neighbor's kids when you tell them he won't be around anymore to pick them up and play pretend with them.

your other older neighbor fawns over him, about how nice he is—how he helps her take her groceries in and trims her hedges if he's not too busy. your maillady calls him your boyfriend when she speaks to you.

you'd bet that people at his work probably call him a standup guy—his colleagues probably know him as a good friend.

so why does he fuck you like he hates you?

your mouth hangs agape in a silent whimper, eyes nearly rolled back into your head as a wet, squelching smack reverberates through your living room. your hair is fisted back in a firm grip, jaw cradled almost reverently, but the heavy weight on your back is cruel with force, nearly suffocating you into the cushion of your couch as it wrecks your insides and stretches you 'till you feel a sob wracking through your chest.

it's unbearably overwhelming—his throaty, low grunts in your ear, the balmy, musky, smell of him, his thighs keeping you caged and pliant beneath him as he ruts into you, ravaging your clenching, desperate walls. if you had the mind to be embarassed, you would be at the sound of his balls kissing your throbbing clit, the smooch of it getting stickier the more he rolls into you.

"should've known," he murmurs, nuzzling your hair, lips at your ear. "should've known what you wanted. feel so fuckin' stupid, not knowin' you just wanted to get fucked. that why you're so twitchy 'round me, baby? so antsy? hmm?"

your hands seek purchase in the couch and his arm around your neck, the nails of one sinking into soft material, the other in taut skin. you nod mindlessly, squeaky moans bordering on pathetic.

"fuuuck, toji, please—so good, s-so good," you babble, your head too heavy, face too warm. your cunt reflexively tightens, over and over, like it recognizes the thick shaft taunting your walls as an intruder, like it's trying to force him out. "s-so big, and... and—"

"y'should've just told me, sweetheart," he tuts, like he's talking about fixing a leak and not bare and seated in your guts. "listen to her—how happy she is to meet me, baby. y'didn't have to deny yourself like that."

he hums at your warbling tone, at the soft, plaintive way you're stumbling over your own words. his hand covers yours, thumb rubbing your flesh—a tender gesture if he wasn't so deep in your fluttering hole that the swollen head was nearly bumping where it couldn't go. his lips brush the shell of your ear before his chin tucks into the junction of your shoulder.

the constant sawing of his cock, the way it completely congests you without any wiggle room—how his pelvis is slippery and deft as it propels his girth deeper. it's too much—and it's not enough. you need to conjoin, to melt together as one.

the sounds that escape you are debasing, and you're helplessly close to the brink—so close that your pussy is starting to spasm and convulse and he can tell just how far gone you are; just how fucked-out he has you. he's making you his—owning you.

"gonna come—'m gonna come, toji," you slur, dignity replaced with your eagerness to get off, hips failing to buck under his oppressive weight as his own grind into your ass. "'s so good, need you to come inside me, pleaaaase—"

"shit, she's all wet and swollen. 'course 'm gonna come in this pretty pussy, baby." he groans, the smack of your bodies becoming white noise as you pulse around him. "such a good girl, beggin' t'get filled up."

it hadn't occured to you before that pleasant, family-oriented men can fuck the air out of your lungs until he'd gotten you reeling and messy under him.

the hair at the base of his dick is coated in your slick, and before that, your drool, from when you'd knelt between his thighs and let your tongue follow the divots on his leaking, hard shaft, over the slit at the tip.

you'd made quick work of pulling his pants and boxers down and nosing into his balls—and he'd wasted no time pulling your viscid panties from your folds and eating you out like he'd been dreaming of doing it. it was simple—straightforward, just like him.

his hand slides down your body, fondling your skin until he's circling your sopping clit, and it's enough—you tremble around his thickness, barely even able to whine as release crashes through you.

it's enough for him, too.

he locks his big arms around your neck and burrows his face into your hair. he rails into you, hips losing their composure as he seeks his own pleasure, the offensive sound of your conjoined bodies meeting a feverpitch.

"god, gonna fill up this pussy, give her what she's been needing. gonna fuckin' breed you—"

he bottoms himself fully inside you. you gasp, it hurts, almost, but he's just groaning and then it gets hot and creamy, and your arousal is mixing with his own, and he's fucking it into you until you're mewling and your heels are nudging his ass, lids falling shut. he loses his rhythm, puffing hot breaths behind your ear.

when he stops pumping, his cock softening within you, he takes his hand from your clit—tilts your jaw with it and starts kissing your face all over, wet and cozy over your cheeks and eyelids. tastes the tears staining under your eyes, brushes the fair from your face. when he pulls out, you sniffle, voice broken.

the neighborhood is still—sleepy, especially for the early afternoon. the sunlight swaddles the living room in a hazy blanket, illuminating the wood of your windows.

the yard does look really clean.

you're disembodied, in a sense—on another plane, and here, under deep, even breathing and soft touches. fingers push your hair back from your face when you rest your cheek on the couch cushion.

you peek up at your friend—can you use that word to describe him, now? do friends fuck each other stupid into couches (still standing and perfectly unbroken, by the way)?

"thanks," you mumble, a half-whisper, "for coming over and mowing my lawn."

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ノ FIVE FICS KINKTOBER ৎ୭ ₊ ˙ ⊹ .

first priority. prompts may slightly change (the base stays the same, i may add content warnings) or switch order. regardless of the word count (which definitely should be above 2k per fic as my average writing length is around that), each prompt is for an individual character and $10 to sponsor ノ except for the last one featuring more characters for $15 to sponsor.

oct. 1st — emotionally charged sex

₊ ˙ ⊹ . genshin impact ノ kaveh — 0ノ$10

oct. 8th — edging . orgasm denial

₊ ˙ ⊹ . honkai star rail ノ jiaoqiu — 0ノ$10

oct. 15th — corporal punishment

₊ ˙ ⊹ . genshin impact ノ kamisato ayato — 0ノ$10

oct. 22nd — secret gothic romance

₊ ˙ ⊹ . genshin impact ノ capitano — 0ノ$10

oct. 29th — gangbang

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CURRENT SHORT STORIES AVAILABLE—

₊ ˙ ⊹ . feixiao’s favourite concubine visits her in a tent during the resting hour to bring a special scroll from lingsha… ノ wolf x bunny dynamic, fem reader x fem character, overstim

₊ ˙ ⊹ . waking up from a nightmare where you died — aventurine . dr. ratio . sunday… ノ angst with comfort at the end, graphic descriptions of death

₊ ˙ ⊹ . helping wriothesley fight the fever in a certain way… ノ just sweaty and steamy riding the duke

₊ ˙ ⊹ . dragon zhongli returns from the archon war and claims his gifts, including a young priestess sent to welcome him in the shrine… ノ dragon cock, size difference, priestess reader, lowkey spoils of war trope

₊ ˙ ⊹ . dendro archon alhaitham testing your loyalty by subduing you to his vines and flowers, and a certain pollen… ノ sex pollen, tentacles (vines), subspace, messy

₊ ˙ ⊹ . a maid at the dawn winery brings breakfast to diluc, but he wants to eat something else… ノ domestic shy flirting, slightly injured diluc, oral (reader receiving)

₊ ˙ ⊹ . borisin curse takes the best of jiaoqiu’s foxian instincts in your presence… ノ heavy on the fox part of being a foxian, lowkey he’s in heat but it’s just the cursed moon, knotting, biting