"you're doing it wrong, baby."
the man before you only huffs in annoyance, a pout forming on his glossed lips. you stifle a laugh as he sulks, his fingers working to untie the sad excuse of a bow that held your heel in place.
"let me try again," satoru half pleads from between your legs, "i promise i'll get it right this time."
in truth, you're enjoying the view of your boyfriend kneeling at your feet while he attempts to tie your lace-up heels. your foot is strategically placed between his legs, pretty white-painted toenails on display as he tries and fails to correctly strap up your shoe.
hell, he's kneeling in a tailored suit, and it's messing with your brain.
you're going on a date tonight - it's a fancy restaurant that satoru's been dying to try out. it'd been a pain in the ass to pick out an outfit, not because you lacked clothes, your boyfriend ensured your wardrobe was always filled to the brim with the latest fashion. no, rather, it was because he insisted you wear matching outfits.
his problem, however, was your choice of shoe. your favourite pair of black lace-up heels was your pick for the evening. he'd asked to do them up for you and you thought it was going to be a 30-second thing.
you've now been sitting here for 10 minutes.
"what the fuck is this shit?" he mumbles to himself, irritated. "why is this so complicated??"
another attempt and he's given up, leaning back a fraction to critique his work. horrible, as expected.
you laugh as satoru sighs loudly, leaning his head on the exposed skin of your thigh in exasperation. his white locks tickle your flesh, and you take it upon yourself to rake your manicured nails through his hair, fingertips scratching his undercut affectionately.
you think he's adorable like this - absolute putty in your hands. he nuzzles into your skin, leaving soft kisses on the plush of your thigh as you dutifully work your fingers over his scalp.
"how about i do one, and you can watch and do the other?" you suggest.
he perks up quickly, icy blue irises sparkling. he nods, a beaming smile settling on his lips. he shifts his weight and leans back to give you space.
"so, you take these, 'round the back, and twist, then under and wrap around the ankle, twist one more time, and - boom!" you finish tying the bow on the back of your calf and smile.
satoru's eyebrow raises immediately, an expression half of disgust and half of confusion finding its place on his features. he squints at you, "you expect me to do that?"
"precisely," you respond with a smug grin.
there's a subtle challenge in your answer, and satoru drinks it like water. a challenge? he'll do it, easy. he switches your feet, sticking his tongue out as he focuses on his task.
you're watching him, amused by the way his brows furrow in concentration as he repeats the steps. around, the straps are crossed around your foot. twist, the straps are twisted. under, the straps are hooked beneath the heel. wrap, the straps are crossed and taken around your leg. twist.
he's done it. a fast learner, indeed.
you can't help the way your lips curve into a smile, applauding his efforts. his crystalline eyes are on you again - how could they not be? you're nothing short of gorgeous in that dress - pleading for some kind of praise.
"thanks, babe." you say, bending to place a kiss on his collarbone.
(he hopes to god there's a lipstick stain there so he can show everyone in that restaurant who he belongs to.)
satoru, being the most amazing boyfriend out there, helps you get on your feet, hand resting on the small of your back as he guides you from your apartment to his car.
"you look stunning tonight, love." he says while grinning like a lovestruck fool as you slip into the passenger seat.
"i know," you answer, shooting him a smile that gets him weak in the knees, "you picked the dress, after all."
you were going to be the death of him.
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IF I'M SO SPECIAL, THEN WHY AM I A SECRET? 𝜗𝜚
(´∀`*)ε` ) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Teacher!Toji + Bimbo!Student!F!Reader ➜ cws: Degradation, unprotected sex, reader has huge tits, vibrator use, Dacryphilia, blowjob, breath play, breeding kink, baby trapping(?), age gap, slight spanking. ᡴꪫ
꒰ † ੭ For the event!
Teacher!Toji whose favourite student is you, a pretty little thing. Your grades are average though.
A vibrator in your cunt as you try to stifle moans, the hand in his pocket plays with the switch. Toji who later has you against a wall in the bathroom, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you. Drool falling from your lips as you get more wet on the thought of being found like this.
Teacher!Toji who says he'll ‘help’ you with your grades but just proceeds to just fuck you stupid on his desk.
His thick cock hitting your womb, his grip bruising as your eyes welled up with pathetic tears, skirt hiked up to your waist. Your ass red cause of the harsh spankings. He plays with your huge tits, “Shit, you're such a stupid slut, made to take my cock.”
Teacher!Toji who makes you suck him off after classes. Calling you a pretty slut, tits peeking out from your bra. He swears he can cum just from the sight.
Eyes glossy as you try not to gag on his cock, a harsh grip on your scalp as he makes you take him fully. Pretty lips wrapped around his cock. God he could just fuck a baby into you.
Teacher!Toji who has his hands around your neck as he pounds in you, his length stretching you out, he says it's his way to congratulate you for getting good marks. Definitely didn't grade you better just so he could fuck you.
Teacher!Toji who edges you if you get in detention or do bad in exams, spanking you with his belt, he can tell you enjoy it by the way your cunt drips. Such a sweet thing.
Teacher!Toji who's fucking excited once he has you knocked up, his cute little bimbo with a child, now you can't ever leave him. Tits full of milk and your cute belly all round just makes him wanna keep you to himself forever!
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