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OFFICE RELATIONS

FT. TOJI FUSHIGURO

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ PAIRINGS: Pervert Assisstant!Toji Fushiguro x CEO!Fem reader

𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ CW: Perverted themes, non-con use of photography, office sex, a lot of teasing, fingering, begging, finger sucking, creampie, reader is in late 30s, Toji’s in his early 40s

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𐐪𐑂 ♡ ｡ﾟ ━━━ FROM CHRIS: I really like this :)). Well, let me ...long story short, someone had left me a little message in my taglist on how my fics could be longer. I couldn't have agreed more so...yeah, pls enjoy bc I loved writing this

P. E. R. V. E. R. T.

That’s the unlawful impression you’ve come to make of Toji Fushiguro, the assistant hired amidst the thick hesitation.

It was a thought, a concept you could never come to terms with, having a complete stranger invade the systems you’ve built into place. Yet that was before the unforeseen success of your business, the newfound popularity in data management reigning supreme.

As the business grew from a one-man show to now housing thousands of employees, such an obsolete way of thinking had no place in your mind as the CEO. It was the reluctance that halted the precarious search, wanting to hold onto the concept for as long as possible.

A disheartening reality was all you were left with, facing burnout at the end of every workday. It was harsh, not needing the roll of words but the visual realization of your vivid truth.

Not a single person could run a vast establishment like yours, the need for both good help and good hands being dire.

When it came time to consider candidates for the position, some could say that you pitted yourself for failure. There was a certain joy that sprouted in your heart, giddily conducting interviews without the advice of your advisors. Within two days, you swore you found your other half, one marked in the pure scent of ambition and success.

That man was the one named Toji Fushiguro.

Not to be mistaken, the entire ordeal was of your doing as well, allowing lust to guide your judgment. A beautiful man he was, standing at six feet even with a face sculpted by the gods themselves.

It was his appearance that made him an affirmative hire, the shaggy mess of his ravenous black hair, the contoured curves of his muscles beneath the white dress shirt, and the coincidentally placed scar along his lips’ curve were all the weaknesses you didn’t need—but gave into all too sinfully.

You should’ve known it was wrong, gravely wrong to hire a man whose only requisition for the job was “to do anything for the money.”

Within the three months of his hire, you quickly came to know what tasks he was capable of–and what he wasn’t capable of. Messages were given to you late, papers were printed far too carelessly and his demeanor of crude bearings scared off everyone who encountered Toji.

Yet, even with all the complaints you’ve received—commonly paired with advice to remove him from your side—you simply couldn’t find it in your heart to dismiss him.

You couldn’t part from Toji, even if all the signs before you made it painfully clear. No one else saw his efforts, trying to pick up the millions of pieces he’d drop repeatedly. How he’d stay later than you to fiddle with the printer, come in earlier than you to help make your day that much smoother.

His timeless efforts paved over the aggravation and grief fueled by peers and employees alike.

Aside from his flaws, Toji did come with quite the perks: One of them being to simply sit and look pretty for sore eyes like your own.

Was it wrong to gawk at him conduct such mundane tasks? Maybe but then again, it was hard to ignore a man whose arms and chest were seconds from bursting out of his white button-downs. Or perhaps it was how the curves of his lips would dare to pry gingerly into a grin, such observations capturing you in a shameful trance.

Unknowingly, Toji became the muse to all your curiosities, thoughts of him helped the day pass that much swifter. You were quick to wonder how his worked hands would catch at your body’s curves, how the pretty canines of his teeth would sink into your supple skin, even cursing the very clothes he wore on his back.

Though, not a single thought in your mind could compare to what coursed through Toji’s brain on a shamefully daily basis. It was pure filth, the constant thoughts of corrupting his pretty, stuck-up boss stemming from the darkest of desires. At first, it was the sweet scent of your perfume that entranced his body whole.

But as the days by your side grew longer, Toji inevitably succumbed to his innermost thoughts. He wanted to know everything and anything about you, the sudden wave of awe washing over him. How you’d sound in the peak of ecstasy, how those pretty nails you kept up with would adorn the vast brawn of his back, or even how much of his cock you could take in a single drive of his hips.

He fell to you sooner than he’d like to admit, coaxing his entire attitude to change. Usually timid with a face dressed in boredom, he took to enthusiasm as his guide. Work became more exciting, his time alone, Why, even with all your chastising, Toji only longed for you more.

Every move you made during the day resonated all too deeply within Toji. From the bat of your lashes, the pout on your lips to the sighs escaping your chest, Toji was bound to them all.

Obsession would be the word to use, while Toji preferred to call it an “infatuation.” His infatuation with you grew to new heights, seeking new ways to fulfill his desires.

It was shameful of him to admit, having more than half of his camera roll to be filled with the slightest notions of your bent over. Either it was over your desk—granting him the supple tops of your plump breasts spilling from your blouses in full view—or bent towards the floor—catching what he drunkenly made out to be your panties peeking from behind the fitted pencil skirt.

He prayed you would never notice, notice that your supposedly most trusted employee was degrading you beyond the average man’s imagination.

The day you finally did catch your perverted employee red-handed arrived, anger was the last thing prodding in mind. If anything, it was the rich burn of embarrassment teasing at the highs of your cheeks and ears.

Rather than rebuke Toji, you saw it fit to feed into his ambitions, all in the hope to make some gain in the game for two. Suddenly, the skirts that once sat just midway of your thighs became accustomed to resting just below the crease of your ass. The blouses that had hundreds of dollars worth behind them were replaced by the tops of the tightest and lowest cut around.

And it could’ve been an easy game to win, using the natural beauty of your body to fluster Toji. He was miraculously too quick to pick up on your ploy, and too quick to return the favor, wearing clothes that had to be suffocating him.

Just as fate aligned it to be, you managed to keep Toji in the office long past official hours—courtesy of all the assignments you dumped on him in the past two days. Concentration was quite the look on him, the tensed muscles of his jaw sharpening with each clench. He was so focused, that all witty intent narrowed towards finishing the task.

Watching from your own desk across the dimmed room, you almost felt bad for interrupting him amidst work—almost.

An amused grin crept onto your face as you peered over at Toji once more, flickering about his steadied form.

“Toji, why are you staying so late? You should’ve gone home three hours ago.”

The lazy stare he paid the stack of papers with dwindled at the sight of you, lidded hues of emerald lit with elation. Toji peeled away from his current reality, leading back into the leather backing, the thick pads of his digits toying with the buttons lining his concealed chest.

“True but I could say the same for you, Miss. You aren’t well…waiting for little ole’ me to finish up here, right?”

You shook your head in dismay, but left your eyes to hinge onto Toji’s. A silent call was all it took for you to stroll over towards him, leaning the curve of your spine against the desk’s rim. His gawking stare shrouded you chillingly, the immense weight leaving you to shrink.

You’ve never realized it before until now, just how big Toji was. Even as he sat beside you nonchalantly, it was the infectious grapple of his aura alone that clung at you, coaxing for thoughtless remarks to pass from your lips.

“No, of course not, I-I’d just—”

“You’d just what? I can’t hear what you’re saying so I think…getting a little closer won’t hurt you now.”

Before an inch could’ve been made between you two, Toji’s hand braced onto your waist, tugging at you to close what space remained.

You merely admired Toji for all he was, a pretty face with a dangerous mind. The thick gathering of his lashes weighed by a thinning stare, down to the scar adorning his lip. He wasn’t one to be friendly with, that much was known. Yet, you still couldn’t find the reason to rebuke him, bringing about the polite press of our lips onto his, the warming curves fitting along your own.

It was nearly sinful to indulge in quite a bliss like this, the pretty pink plush of his lips harmoniously drifting across your own. Nothing short of comfort emitted from the melding silhouettes, not a force outweighed another, not the desperate search, not even a lick of dominance could be found amongst you both.

As you pulled away, Toji was too inclined in you to part, pulling you to mount his thighs. A hand of his hung to your hips, the other lacing around your delicate wrist. The pure flushing heat of his intrigue wafted onto you, the shallow pants fawning at your skin. Nothing made sense to Toji from that point on, dumbfounded and in the middle of awe. His imagination could only help him thus far, forcing him to turn to reality.

And in his reality, he finally had you all to himself.

He could hold you, admire you, hell, he could pull you in so close that the gentle pangs of your hearts could even fall into a single pace of solace. But poor Toji, there was so much—almost too much—he had to say, the swells of his chest imploded with a wet gasp.

He was too close, too close to finally confessing all that’s made a home in his mind to you at last. It was the drunken confidence that guided Toji to speak his truth, his breath fanning at your ear’s shell.

“When are we going to stop this thing between us? I can’t buy tighter shirts and I swear to God if your skirts get any shorter, I won’t be able to bite my tongue around you anymore.”

Feigning onto what innocence you could, the palm of your hand cupped at Toji’s cheek with softening swipes. He practically melted in your touch, all rigid tension seeped within his muscles fading beneath you. You found yourself submitting to him all the same, peppering the rouged skin with pecks as you spoke.

“A game? I don’t there’s a game but I’ll admit to some sort of tension. Question is: how do we break it, hm Toji?”

It was as if your words were something of a spell, coaxing a groan to rip from Toji’s lungs. His hands pawed at you in search of some grounding, paired with the weary bucks of his hips.

“Fuck—just tell me everything you want and I-I’ll give it to you, Y/N. Just tell me, please!”

Anxious was no longer the word to use to describe even a sliver of Toji’s state, the man reduced to a shell of wrought desire. That much was known, though the strained bulge he tried to hide from you couldn’t prove it any clearer. The faint throbs of a pending delight rose from his cock, only to resonate within the puffy lips of your clothed cunt.

It was almost unbearable, the painful pangs of arousal seizing your body whole. The mindless twitches ran across your folded legs slotted beside Toji, triggering one too many sinful thoughts to come. Eagerness pooled at your core to throw him down a helpless spiral as your hips rocked along his bulge, relying on the stiffened curve of his zipper for consistent friction.

It took for your shaky breath to shroud Toji’s ear, whispering exactly what he didn’t need to hear.

“Just shut up and fuck me, Toji.”

That was all the word Toji needed before his own strenuous lust intoxicated him. The worked palms of his hands caught onto the curves of your figure, squeezing at the supple plush earnestly. His hands traveled along you, the thick digits of his were too intertwined with tugging both the velvet skirt and white camisole from your body.

At the sight of you clad in the gray set of a matching bra and panties, Toji swore his eyes could’ve rolled back in ecstasy. He had no immediate care to rid of his own clothes, too inclined with beauty before him. His lips brushed at the top of your breasts, suckling at the skin to be marked.

Resting along the broad of his shoulders were your hands, searching for a solid base amidst Toji’s hazy ministrations. He handled you with such a care, his strength being just enough to supply a comforting hold. Each pop of his lips left the throbbing patches of red to surface upon your skin, leaving subtle glimmering streaks to coat your skin.

It wasn’t until Toji allowed his hands to roam the course of your body that he found a new muse to appease, fingers cupping the fat lips of your pussy.

“Tell me I can touch you, I’ll wait all night in this damn chair if I have to,” he muttered, working a lazy circle to sink through the thin fabric.

The coil in your tummy snaps at the heft of Toji’s words, whimpering out one too many weakened “yes” in his ear. He yanked the inseam of your panties to the side, eager digits pressing at your clit.

Toji couldn’t help himself, smothering the perked bulb in spry rolls. Maybe he was after the moans he’s been dying to hear, or maybe it was to test the limits he wanted to chase. In the end, it was of no serious matter to Toji in how he sought to ruin you, taking the sweetest of time to achieve his goal.

He also knew just how needy you were becoming, secretly begging to have your cunt splayed along his fingers and cock alike. To spite you, Toji only ever ran the flat of his fingers through your delicate folds between the careful attention he paid you clit, barely nudging at your slit.

“C’mon, don’t tell me you plan on keeping this up all night now. Don’t make me beg for it now, Toji,” you cooed, bringing the swipes of your thumb into his gaped mouth.

Leaning back against his seat, Toji withdrew his hand from your bare cunt. You looked oh so powerful sitting upon him like this, daring to prey at his submissive whims. Yet, he couldn’t ignore it, the raw urge to give you all you deserved and more.

To preserve the rare sight, his lips fell shut around your thumb, the gentle dig of his canines sinking into the flesh. At the glimmer illuminating your eye, Toji only grew more flushed, nearly granting a whimper to pour from his closed lips.

“See? I knew you’d be a good boy! It’s no fun if you get to—”

Without warning, Toji pulled your legs to lace around his hips, closing the indefinite distance. He didn’t falter in a single step, reaching the expanse of your desk’s oak surface. The silenced ‘pop’ of his lips unclasping from your thumb echoed amongst the room as you laid across the frigid top.

The curve of your spine lifted off the desk while you seemed to indulge in him even more, eyes preying on the sight of Toji yanking on his pants’ belt. The frustration was riddled across his blushed visage, muttering out the curses until the soft fold of his pants fell at his ankles. There before your eyes was Toji’s cock in all glory, the pretty tanned length weighted by the fat fill of his balls just waiting to flood your cunt.

The same could be said for Toji, who was swift to seal the space between your legs with his hunkering build. He had to hold back, using what restraint he could from burying himself inside you. A pretty sight it was for him indeed, gawking at the glossy slick decorating your folds and clit alike. All he wanted to do was lay claim to you, to make even more of a messy out of your pussy.

Why, just the thought of having his cock buried so deliciously deep was enough to draw out the spools of white from his own twitching slit, leaving the single streaming rivulet to stain his skin. His hand shakily slid down to his cock, his stomach flinching in response. All he could do was squeeze at his length, the pressure grounding his ascending mind.

“What did you say about begging, Gorgeous? I think you’ll look pretty begging fr’ me to fuck you. How ‘bout we start now, yeah?”

Of course, you had no clue what he had in store for you. In Toji’s mind, he truly did have all night to taunt you, edge you and repeat it all before daybreak. It’s all he’s wanted, and had nothing but the time to bring his vivid thoughts to fruition.

But for now, the steady eyes of green kept pinned to the scene, watching as the thick bulb sank past your folds, the delicate sheets parting with every upstroke. He even found it amusing, bringing the sullied head to nip at your clit, triggering the precious quivers to run through the nerves.

It was all too cute to Toji’s sadistic eyes, the pout pushing out onto your lips, the folded arms over your chest, even your poor attempt to close your legs out of pure embarrassment. Pity was ripe in his mind, wanting to give in and work on pulling strings of orgasms from you. It was through his resilience that Toji fought against your momentary rebellion, using his words to taunt you into agreement.

“Y’know,” he began slowly, dragging the glistening head of his cock to nuzzle less than half past your fluttering slit.

“I bet I could make you cum just like this, look at how sensitive you are. It would suck though, never getting to—”

“Okay, okay!” you bellowed at last, “Toji, please…I really want you to…”

“To what? Use your words, I already told you I’d give you anything you ask for.”

“Toji,” you commenced once more, swallowing down the lump lodged in your throat. “ I-I want you to …fuck me…happy?”

“See, who's the good girl now? Gonna take it all, every inch, every drop, every fucking thing, got it?”

Toji studied the drunken nod spilling from you, chuckling at the hands frantically bracing onto his forearms in refuge. He bit along the swell of his bottom lip, praying the hints of pain would keep him at ease.

He’s aware of that fact the moment he laid the tip snug at your entrance, the gummy suckling dressing his cock’s head in your essence. He couldn’t peel away from it, your pussy stretching around the head greedily.

The sight alone provoked the intrusion, eyes gawking at the inches sinking into you. He couldn’t stop at the tip, midway, or even until all of him was sitting pretty and smothered between your walls.

Nope, what Toji needed to even come close to satisfaction was simple, to be so close that no one could tell where he began and where you ended. So close that just friction alone could bring upon an orgasm, the pre-mediated strikes of his pelvis across your clit aiding in his endeavors.

Inch by inch, his cock sank into you, carving every detail of him against you. He wanted you to feel it all, the steady throbs surrounding the fat head, the ecstatic pangs ringing through the veins, everything he had just to prove his excitement to be true.

The reeling of his hips threw both you and Toji into a world of sobs, the whimpers clogging the air. The last thought in mind was how pitiful you had become, the tears brimming at your lashes.

He’d only just now managed to cram his length inside, barely taking a moment to savor the suctioning warmth. So when the intoxicating fill faded in one swift pull, you couldn’t have waited a minute more to claw at Toji’s arms.

“Wha– Toji! What are you doing?!?”

“Shhh,” he cooed, bringing his hips to a tilt. “Can’t stay inside forever, pretty baby. And look, ‘m gonna stuff you all over again.”

At your pleading request, Toji saw it fit to snap his hips against you by sending the overwhelming swell of a single thrust to sate your mind. His girth seized you but his reach numbed you, ripping a single gasp from your hollowed lungs. The thrill had Toji focused to a numbed point, occasionally sending the crown of his cock to nip at your sweet spot. He took great pride in his hips’ stride, such a smooth rhythm of deepening sweeps.

If only you could indulge in his view, Toji watching above you with kindled eyes. So much laid before him but there was even more for him to take in. From the peaking whites of your eyes, puffy lips parted from ripping sobs of his name, down to the vivid recoils of your tits bearing each stroke.

It was the gentle waves rushing through your skin that intrigued him, even taking the initiative. The slower, farther drags of his cock brought nothing but mewling sobs from your lungs, while the shorter, quicker dips ushered you into the highs of euphoria.

His fingers caught onto the crease of your thigh, wedging between the plush. That alone left the plump pad of his thumb to hover about your clit, pairing the fluid dives of his hips with lazy rolling lazed circles drawn into the bulb.

He doesn’t have to utter a single word for you to know how close Toji was. Every breath left in a hoarse sigh and every drive of his hips weren’t without a stuttering jolt. God, was he so close? It was almost near impossible to keep pushing, the fat teeming with a horrid sensitivity. He was saved, however by the tantalized pinning of his eyes repressed the primal urge, watching the pistoning strides of his cock plunge past the strangling clench of your pussy.

His facade was great, but not so suave to pass from your eyes. The sweat beading from his sticky forehead, his hull of a chest staggered with breaths, all serving as assured signs of his approaching limit. You couldn’t help it, staring at him with softened eyes. He tried so hard to hide it for his own reasons. The merciful glare you set on him only riled Toji, his slurred voice making his condition all the more clear.

“Don’t look at me like that. ‘M not cummin’ before you do, and you’re getting real close too—"

“But Toji…” your voice pulls at his name. The look of defeat looms over his face, pity prying at your heart. Your hands stretch to meet his roused cheeks, cupping at such frail mounds as encouragement slipped from you.

“I want you to cum inside me, please? Pretty please? I’ll keep every drop too!”

The pure bliss of comprehension had Toji’s eyes shot wide, yet brought his body to its tipping point. The head of his cock laid its final kiss on your cervix before ruining your womb in the thick spurts of cum.

“Shit, Y/N! You can’t talk to me like that and not–Fuck! It’s s’ much!”

You grinned at his words’ halt, tilting your head to better the precious sight. “See, doesn’t that feel better? C’mon, let’s clean up and–”

A string of hums interrupted your winded ramble, Toji shaking his head in accordance. You couldn’t have anticipated the shift in his manner, his hands taking to your waist once more. You, the pressing into your own. He had no concept of space for the time being, especially not for what he had to say.

“No, no. I wanna keep going, I just have so much to give you, Y/N. And I’d hate to disappoint my boss anymore, it’s the least I can do.”

And for the first time since his hire, you couldn’t have agreed more.

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