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“t-touya, we shouldn’t—”
“nobody’s here,” he insists, pressing kisses down your neck and sucking on the skin. swatting his shoulder, you gasp as his fingers prod through your folds, pumping in and out of you with a gleam in his eyes. he loves this skirt on you, it’s so much easier to get where he wants.
“don’t leave any marks, i h-have to be in a meeting—”
“perfect. all eyes will be on you,” he winks, smirking at you with playful eyes. todoroki touya doesn’t like his father’s company building. he absolutely hates it. he usually never wants to step foot in it.
but, he’s been spending quite a bit of time here as of late, and you should be worried people will put two and two together and realize why, but you can’t help but keep giving into him every time.
it’s takes you everything not the cry out when your orgasm crashes over you, pulling him by the collar of his shirt into a needy kiss as he reciprocates. you hate that you can feel the smugness of his smile through the kiss. and you should hate the way he has you caged against the wall of the conference room, fingering you as though you don’t have a meeting in a bit, but you can’t, not when he draws you in so effortlessly.
and perhaps you should exercise a little self control, but touya has made it a mission to fuck you in every room of this damn building—ending with his father’s office. he gets what he wants, he makes sure of it, and something tells you that no matter what you tell him—or yourself, really—he’ll have you bent over enji’s mahogany desk one way or another.
he drinks in your moans as you squeeze around his fingers, groaning into the kiss. your hand finds it’s way to the bulge straining in his tight slacks—you’d never thought you’d get the pleasure of seeing him in them, but he never ceases to surprise you—and you palm him through the cloth.
“you’re so insufferable, do you know that?” you grumble, watching as he closes his eyes and moans softly at the friction. “an absolute handful.”
“i’ve been on my best behavior the last few days,” he says breathlessly, still managing to send you a smirk as your hands unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down, fisting his stiff length tightly. your thumb glides through his slit and collects the pre cum, smearing it before stroking him a few times. you watch as he throw his head back and moans, and it’s almost a bit too loud—like it’s on purpose.
“touya,” you hiss, looking past his shoulder at the door to see if the knob jiggles with someone coming in to check on the noise. thankfully, touya’s had enough sense to lock it. “stop being so loud,” you scold, and he pouts dramatically.
“what? i can’t help it,” he insists. he certainly can, but it’s always a matter of want with him. rolling your eyes, your hands unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt, hands roaming over his chest and tracing his tattoos. lifting your skirt up, he slips his length past your folds, groaning as you squeeze around his cock. “f-fuck doll,” he grunts, hips snapping as he angles his thrusts to hit your spot exactly. “hope my old man hears you,” he chuckles.
you want to staple touya’s mouth closed—but then again, you wouldn’t be able to see it hung open like this, wanton moans falling freely past his lips as he ruts his hips into you with a cruel pace.
“y-you won’t be able to fuck m-me in his office if i’m fired,” you counter, and he sends you the haughtiest smile you’ve ever seen. and you should smack it off of him, you think.
“ngh—so you admit you want to fuck me in there after all, huh?” he grunts into your ear, pressing a kiss to the shell of it. and even if you want to deny it, you can’t. not when you squeeze around him at the thought of him taking you in such an unprofessional manner. but then again, nothing about touya is ever professional, this isn’t exactly anything new.
“do you ever shut up,” you scowl, but he thrusts particularly deep, and you can’t help but mewl at the way he hits your spot just perfectly, making you lean forward and dig your face into his chest.
he moans, pulling your body closer, panting into your neck as he buries his face into it, slamming into your cunt desperately. your hands fist his shirt, clawing at the fabric as his hand moves to rub circles on your clit. it’s so wrong, being here like this. you’re supposed to be setting up for the meeting in less than thirty minutes, you’re supposed to be ready to look your best as you take notes for your boss while he tries to land a business deal.
but instead, you’re pressed against the wall, fucking his son and caged against his body.
touya’s cock twitches as his thrusts get sloppier, and you know he’s close. the knot in your own stomach isn’t too far from bursting, and all you can manage to get out is a choked cry of his name, one that makes him growl into your neck.
“t-touya—” you whine, gasping when he slams into you impossibly harder, and he groans. “m-meeting is soon.”
“d-don’t care,” he rasps, breathless as he chokes on moans of his own, “th-they can take notes on us instead.” and if your mind wasn’t fogged as you approach your second high, you’d have told him off. but all you can do is cling onto him, his strong arms keeping you upright as he pounds into you. you’re so close, so near the edge, and touya’s determined to push you right off of it. and you should feel disgusted, you should feel ashamed that you enjoy hooking up with your boss’s son so much, right in his own building, but it only excites you even more.
“fuck touya,” you cry, and he pulls you into a heated kiss, gripping your hips tightly.
“c-c’mon,” he chokes against your lips. “cum for me doll.”
one more angled slam of his hips, and you fall apart in his arms, finishing with a cry of his name, hands fisting his shirt even tighter. you’ll surely leave wrinkles, but something tells you he won’t really care.
you squeeze around him as your walls spasm, your second orgasm crashing over you and sending touya into his, his cum spilling into you in thick spurts and painting your walls white. with a long, low groan, he shudders as he empties his load into you, sloppy thrusts working you both through your highs, the squeeze of your cunt around him milking him.
you both stay like that for a bit, bodies pressed against each other as you pant and catch your breaths. touya chuckles into your neck as he finally regains his composure.
“what’s so funny, asshole?” you scowl, shoving him lightly. he pulls away from your body, looking positively enthused.
“nothing, doll. just nice to know i’m so irresistible,” he wriggles his brow, dodging the weak smack you try to land on his chest. “careful, you don’t want to waste anymore energy, do you? still got your meeting,” he winks, giddy at the way you shoot him a glare from the teasing.
“i have to sit for an hour like this,” you grumble, motioning to the mess he’s left between your legs as he fixes up your appearance for you. grabbing your blazer from behind him, he slips the sleeves over your arms for you as you hold them out. he pulls your panties back up and smooths your skirt down neatly, giving your ass a firm squeeze in the process.
and you should honestly kill touya, but that definitely would get you fired.
“you’ll just sit there and look pretty while taking notes, what’s the big deal?” he croons, all too enthusiastic with the idea.
“do you want me to ban you from my office again?” you warn, and he holds his hands up in surrender, fighting back another chuckle.
“no, of course not. that was the worst week of my life.” buttoning the last button of your blazer, he leans and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek, and despite being balls deep in you just moments ago, somehow, this feels even more intimate. “i’ll see you after your meeting, pretty.”