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⊹₊⟡⋆ toji thurst deep and slow inside your dripping hole, taking his time, enjoy the way your gummy walls clench tight on his fat cock as you moan his name repeatedly. pretty bows on your socks that he starts playing with as sweet nothings fall from your parted lips.
his hand moves from your thigh to your tits that he starts playing with. “you should know not to wear certain things around the house.” he thrust deeper into you. “i can’t hold back.”
ive been so inactive..SORRY GUYS 🙂↕️. im going crazy w these concert tickets lol, im seeing ateez on the 13th :3 just thought id give u guys a little update on why im not posting
heres my request !! how about bfd!toji x virgin!reader … ive been thinking about it for sooo long….
you and your best friend—megumi’s relationship with eachother was always so strong. you went on family vacations with him, got to meet his distant family, and even built a close bond with his other sibling, tsumiki. they both saw you as their unrelated sibling, and thats how you saw them too. so was it weird when your stomach felt like a butterfly enclosure around their dad? it was something about the way he spoke, the way his hair fell just the right amount past his eyes, that scar on the right side of his lip, everything about him was so alluring .
but it wasnt until tsumiki caught onto how you stared at toji whenever he walked by, at first she just laughed and teased you about it. saying she’d tell megumi if you didnt stop having the hots for their dad. that got you to behave accordingly whenever you were around tsumiki and megumi. but when you werent..it was a different story. you would basically eye fuck toji whenever he was in your vicinity, and he wasnt a dumb man. he knew what you were doing, how you felt about him. and he just had to egg you on. he started giving you soft smirks or grins whenever youd stare at him for too long, seemingly in a trance. which would make you come back to reality and quickly look back at their living rooms tv all flustered. this followed you to bed at night. whenever you’d go back to your home you’d think about toji. his laugh, and that face you’d die for. you were a dumb college kid who happened to be a virgin, you never felt what it was like to have a mans hands on you, which caused you to be all the more needy for it. most nights that you would think about him, you’d cover your mouth while you drove your fingers inside your cunt that was leaking all over your pink covers. moaning his name into your palm until you came all over your fingers—just at the thought of him. and then you would go back over to their house the next day just to see the face you were getting off to last night right infront of you. it was like a weekly thing for you .
one day, maybe around 12pm while you were over at the fushiguro’s, megumi left you in his room while him and tsumiki went to the market to pick up a few things for a cute spring picnic you three could do that tsumiki decided to have. you found yourself thinking about toji once again, thats when a bright idea popped into that little head of yours. you got up off megumis chair he had in his room and went to your schoolbag you left in the corner. you grabbed your textbook and flipped to a random page, you found a article and smiled to yourself. perfect , you thought. you slowly made your way out megumis room—textbook in hand, and went over to his fathers room. you knocked gently three times and bit your lip a bit in a way to fidget. once the door opened, there he was. he wore loose sweatpants and a compression shirt that made your cunt literally pick up its own heartbeat. he stared down at you and smiled once he caught glimpse of your face, you spoke up first with a slight tremble to your voice, which you cursed yourself right after for. “good afternoon, mr fushiguro! i hope im not too much of a bother, i was just wondering if you mind helping me with homework? its due tomorrow and my professors kind of strict about due dates..i just cant figure it out myself.” you complain softly, looking up at him with big, sweet and innocent eyes. he grinned down at you and moved out the doorway, “for sure, sweetheart. come in.” he said gruffly. you absentmindedly walked into your bestfriends dads bedroom, taking a seat on the edge of his bed and looking up at him expectingly. that made him want to take you right then and there. and thats exactly how you winded up in the position you were at right now.
“ c’mon, its not that hard babygirl. read the paragraph f’me. ” you whimpered softly and gripped the sheets that were below you. you were currently face down ass up on his bed, textbook infront of you. he gently fucked your pussy, a bit more than the tip-length, but even that was too much for you. the burning sensation of being stretched out was over, now all you felt was pure pleasure. his large hands were laying on your hips as he slowly inched deeper and deeper each thrust. you let out a shaky voice as tears rolled down your cheeks every now and then. “ t-the colonial period lasted..f..from— i-i cant take it! ” he smiled at how whiney you were being, he leaned more forward which caused you to cry out from the new angle, he hovered over you as he looked down at your textbook as he continued with his thrust that were getting harder and harder every passing second. “ yes you can, you just aren’t trying hard enough, doll. restart .” you let out a sob as a tear fell onto the page. “ it lasted from.. early 1600s..mmf!— to..late 1700s! oh god!—” you yelped out as he picked up his pace. “ there you gooo. ” he groaned out and he leaned his head back slightly. “ so fucking tight..saved yourself just for me, hm? a real man who can show you what real pleasure is? ” you let out a weak ‘ mhm. ’ as he lifted you up, your back now flushed up against his chest. he looked past your shoulder and down at your tits that were moving up and down, rhythmically at the same timing of his thrust. he was perverted with his actions, and thats what you loved most about him, he moved a hand up to cup one of your tits, before talking gently in your ear. “and what were the late 1700s known for, hm?” he says as he pounds you so hard til the point you cant even think, making the question a trick one. “ it’s.. ah.. “ , “ basic knowledge baby. cant think? ” you hold onto him and shake your head. your mind was so foggy, and your eyes were unfocused. he drove his cock deep into your pussy, bringing a hand down to rub at your needy little clit. you whine out and jerk up, “m-mr fushiguro!—” he shushes you and picks up the pace of his hands movement, you furrow your brows as you feel a odd pit feeling in your stomach. the sensations of his thick dick pounding into you as your clit got attention too, was absolutely too much. youve never felt this before, not ever. not even when you played with yourself. you gasped out as the pit feeling got stronger. “ m-mr fushiguro i..im close! ” he smiles down at you and lays you back down on the bed to press down at your lower back, to go harder. you let out a lewd moan and bite down on the nearest pillow. that was before your vision went blank and you heard toji groan in satisfaction.
“ fuck baby..`had all that pent up, huh? ”
and you two didnt just stop there. you went for hours on end until you both heard the front door open. and afterwards, you went along with your day with your two friends like their dad hadnt just taken your virginity hours before.
@angelssite do not plagiarize. ( got a bit lazy at the end this couldve been way better ;p )
after walking around the mall with akaashi keiji you find a small photobooth. you figured it’d be a perfect thing to do on your first date as a couple. so, giggling and shuffling in, you two sit together, shoulder to shoulder.
“3… 2… 1!”
you both give your signature smiles, though, they’re a bit bigger than usual. you look at keiji’s dimples and the way his cheeks puff when he smiles like that.
“3… 2… 1!”
you both do a little pose this time! showing off your “claws” and scrunching up your nose. your mouth is wide open, imitating a roar, while keiji’s is more timid — hoshi would be so proud of you guys.
“i look a little weird,” he laughs, covering his mouth a bit.
“you don’t, kei,” you smile
“3…”
you both look at each other, not knowing what to do for a third pose. keiji sneaks his hand, warm and soft, to your other cheek, cupping it softly.
“2…”
he pulls you closer to him, closes his eyes, and presses his lips to your cheek. with no time to react, you close your eyes and smile, heart doing jumping jacks inside your chest.
“1!”
keiji pulls away, covering his flushed face. you share a little giggle, resting your head just under his chin.
“3… 2…”
you do the same to him! clammy hands, trembling lips, warm cheeks. with his cheeks squished, he tries his best to give a wide smile, eyes forming into little crescents.
“1!”
shuffling back outside, you huddle close to look at the pictures. you giggle together, shy and stupidly smitten for each other. looking up at him, you gently rub away the lipstick stain on his cheek.
you end up putting your copy into your phone case, keeping a cherished memory with you wherever you go.
needless to say, photobooths are your favorite with him!
sizekink!toji who when for the first time laid his eyes on you, felt attracted. with how you had to look up at him whenever you spoke to him, how you let out a muffled scream in the pillow the first time you guys ever fucked while he put his oh so mean, monstrous, dick deep inside your tummy—feeling at the little bulge that poked at his palm whenever he would thrust inside.
sizekink!toji who thinks its the most funniest thing when you say a new position you wanna try. he would go on about how he’d “kill ya before either of you got to cum”, and that you were too tiny to take his dick in that angle.
sizekink!toji who always has to prep you with just one finger for starters, eventually moving onto three. he played with you for however long until he felt was just right, even if there was no point. because you both knew there was no amount of fingers that could compare to his length, or width. let alone at the same time.
sizekink!toji who, as much as he likes it fast ‘n rough, goes nice and slow just for you. well atleast for the first fiveish minutes. after that hes just purely mismatching your guts up. letting your tight cunt become the perfect amount more looser so he can use your pussys wetness as lubricant to absolutely fuck you up.
sizekink!toji who laughs everytime after you two are finished. he teases and thinks its hilarious at how wrecked you look, how you cant even think properly enough to form coherent sentences—let alone words. he’ll say things like “ my poor baby, couldnt handle everything you begged me for?? ” , and when you let out a whimper in response he’ll grin and stroke your hair, moving it out your face.
sizekink!toji who will get in the shower with you, letting you lean up against him while he cleans off your body, the water being warm to soothe your achey and sore legs. he’ll let his touch linger, the air hung with a silence that carried a strong feeling of love, passion and care. a complete contrast from what was going on in the next room over only 10 minutes ago.
“he’s never made you cum? well, that just won’t do, bestie.”
that’s what satoru said when you told him your ex had been terrible in bed.
being in his room, in just shorts and a shirt (his shirt), is normal for you two; you’ve been friends since you were in diapers, after all. you just got out of a bad breakup with a guy you didn’t really care all that much about and satoru was more than keen to hear the juicy gossip. he heard all about the gaslighting, the controlling behaviour, and the bad hygiene. but apparently, being a selfish lover was the worst thing the loser had ever done.
seemingly thinking that living an orgasmless life is the worst possible fate to face, he grabbed your ankle, pulled you under him, your back falling with a thump! on his bed, and grinned at you. “i have an idea. do you trust me?”
his bright idea?
making up for all orgasms you missed out.
“s-satoru! no -ngh!- more. i can’t!”
flashing a mischievous smile through the wild cloud of pleasure glazing his eyes, he coos, “aw, tapping out already? didn’t realise i was friends with a quitter. come on, you got at least three more in you, don’t you? please, baby?”
you want to scream that you’ve already had five but all that comes out of you are lewd moans as you squirm on his sheets, sweat soaked, and shirt baring your tits to his groping hands. without waiting for a reply, he dives back in between your legs.
“you taste so good – you been eating pineapples, or something?” wet lips wrap around your swollen clit and he makes a loud sluuuuuurrp! sound that echoes around the room. it’s too much, too fast. you can’t tell how long it’s been or even how much longer he plans on smothering himself between your thighs; you should have known satoru meant it literally when he said he's going to make up for lost time. “wanna taste yourself? you need to know how insane this pussy is.”
long, slender fingers smear your own wetness against your lips and he watches you suck on them. the bed begins to shake, banging against the wall ever so slightly. god, is he humping the bed?
“oh, yeah…such a good girl.” you earn a slap against your clit before he quite literally motorboats your poor cunt, blowing raspberries on the cream gushing out. “knew you’d taste good. i mean, you smell good. heh, did you know, i have a habit of sniffing your seat after you leave? it’s why i want you sitting on a pillow.”
delirious, you ask, “but i -ah fuck!- thought that was the j-japanese way?”
your back arches when his fingers curl up against your g-spot. “no, dum-my. that’s just the gojo way.”
“you’re a pervert!”
“i’m a pervert? baby,” he says, pouting against your puffy pussy, “you’re tightening up on my fingers. you're just as much of a pervert as i am. can’t we just agree that we’re both perverts? you like knowing that i’m filthy, don’t you? you like knowing that i jerk off to all the fit checks you send me. that i make copies of the nudes you have saved on your phone.”
“fuck!”
you cum all over his face for the sixth time that night.
through bleary eyes, you see his shiny, swollen lips curving up into a shit-eating grin. in his hand, he holds his pretty cock, which he teases to your quivering hole. then, right before he thrusts inside, he jerks his head to the phone on the bed.
the fucker’s dialled your ex and you can’t even focus on the fact that he hasn’t hung up, because then your best friend is filling you up so deliciously, your legs tighten around his hips, locking at the ankles and keeping him lodged inside.
he kisses your lips. the shutters go off. so does the flash.
“mmhm...satoru!”
“you really shouldn’t -ha- share your password with anyone, bestie. not even me.”
- SYNOPSIS ; its your birthday and you decided to go out and get drunk with a few friends, who knew your night was gonna end up in a video being posted of you getting completely pounded by your beautiful emerald-eyed boyfriend?
- ft. eren jeager .
- a/n ; were almost at 100 followers :3 also so sorry this is lowk hot buns LMAOO, took a break frm tumblr and gotta get gist of writing smut again. NOT PROOF READ !
Eren was just an outright rude, diabolical, beast in bed. if you thought he was gonna go easy on you just because it was your birthday? oh how wrong you were. and now look where that assumption got you.
“ erennn!!— ohh fuck! ” , the “ BIRTHDAY GIRL” crown your friends made you wear was now slipping down in-front of your face, making your hair slightly disheveled. not like it wasn’t already from the way eren was drilling into you from behind. his mouth parted into a small open slit, eyebrows furrowed as sweat covered him all over— the front - piece strands of his hair sticking to his slicked forehead. the music of your sloshing pussy played throughout the room, bouncing off those four walls that you swore to be spinning. you were drunk out of your mind with a much larger man putting in work behind you..which happened to be your boyfriend who was waiting for you allll day long while you went to the club with your homegirls .
“ if you take it, we’ll take it! ” your friends urged you on to take the light pink coloured shot. which was all known to you guys to be the “pink starburst shot” . you sighed softly and smiled, taking the small shot glass in between three fingers and raising it up, seemingly waiting for a cheers. one of your friends to the right of you smiled, that was Sasha. your friend since—well since forever. you two kicked it off in the sandbox way back then and ever since were inseparable. she clinked her glass up against yours, and there followed the clinks of everybody elses glass slamming together. “to the birthday girl !!” she said, causing everybody to repeat in slight sync.
you were having fun. you were glad your friends got you out of the house for a change, you didn’t have to worry about a damn thing when you were with these girls. not cleaning, not cooking, and especially not your handful of a boyfriend. after all— it was your special day. they were gonna make you feel it !
after manyyy many shots later. you were off to use the bathroom at the club, after stumbling down what seem like a never ending corridor which in reality was just a small hallway u couldn’t seem to walk straight down in, you finally placed your palm on the doorknob, and twisted. you spent awhile in there to be honest. scrolling on your phone, touching up your makeup, brushing out your hair. after you were done giving yourself a refreshening touchup, you were really feeling yourself. you opened your camera app and faced it to the mirror. of course after mustering up the sluttiest poses you possibly could’ve, you snapped a couple pictures. posting them on your story hazily, for everyone to see. would you have did that sober? probably not. but honestly your boyfriend eren getting mad at you wasn’t on your mind while you were out partying and having fun. that ruined the whole purpose of even being out. so to your drunk minds surprise , when you checked your phone on your way home several hours later to see 30 missed calls and 210 unread messages from eren? Oh yeah shock wasnt even the word for how you were feeling. you were confused on why he was blowing up like that. i mean he knew you were going out, he knew that when you went out you didnt come back until late in the middle of the night. But what he didnt know was the fact you were going to post pictures on your story in that dress he told you not to wear out several times. tits spilling out and everything. and not even on your private story, no your main. but of course little old drunk you didnt think of that as a reason he could be mad. hell, you didnt even remember you took those pictures because of how out of it you were.
you chose not to text or call back because you were already on your way back home to him. deciding you should walk so you didn’t get pulled over for reckless driving or even worse. it wasnt such a long walk..well atleast in reality. to you, that shit had to be 40 minutes. but after you finally got back to the comfort of your apartment complex, you let out a sigh of relief with a small smile. you grabbed your keys out you jackets pocket and walked up the staircase that led to your front door. you fiddled with the keys in your hands for a few more seconds as your drunken mind tried to find the correct one. and once you had finally gotten the key in the slot and it fit, you twisted and swung the door open. you stepped inside and once you lifted your head, you were greeted by a pair of two mean-looking emerald eyes. you make a face as your boyfriend , eren was standing there, staring. “what are you looking like that for?” you ask him. “you must’ve lost your mind ma. went out for a bit, got too hyped up and you post some shit like that? you know how that makes me look?? you stared at him before narrowing your eyes. post..? what post? right when you were about to protest back and question him on what he was talking about, you immediately closed your mouth.
ohh.
that post.
it had all came reeling back to you in that moment. you looked back up at him, “baby ‘m so sorry. i completely forgot about that, im drunk !” there that excuse goes, the excuse you always told him after you did something dumb. ‘eren i was drunk!’ , ‘its not my fault,, i told you i was drunk!’ and oh boy he was tireddd of hearing the same shit. he pulled out his phone, went to the comment section on your story and showed you it, holding the phone out to you. “this the typa attention you wanted?? was this what you were looking for?” you looked down at the comments, it was like a book filled with both lustful words and compliments. “eren no that wasnt my intentio—” , “fuck what your intentions were. you want some attention? ill give you that shit.”
“ fuckkk yess !!— ” you whine out—all teary eyed, gripping onto the white satin sheets that was beneath you two. his thick veiny and now slick covered dick pounding in and out of your gaping hole. he held onto your dress that was bunched up at your hips, using it to slam you back up against him, repeatedly. “ stop fucking half assing me, ma. keep the pace up. cant be a slut for me but you wanna be one for all your followers? ” he let down a hard spank with his palm right on your ass, causing you to catch a sob in your throat and let out a low growl. “ ‘m sorry! ‘m so sorry ‘ren! ” you manage to muster out a slurred sentence. he looks down at you with nothing but lust and harshness. it was a look that always got your gears going. “ sorry for what. being a fucking whore? ‘that what you’re sorry about?? ” he shut you up real quick. you laid there, arched for him. just a sorry, messy puddle. honestly, eren being like this was no surprise. whenever you two finished arguing? it ended up in you getting bent over. it always revolved around the same shit tho. other men and eren being eren and getting a bit too possessive, it really was no surprise. but what was surprising to you, was when he slowed down his pace, leaned over and picked up your phone which was laying off to the side of you two, unlocking it and going to insta, then practically throwing it at you and saying, “ delete it y/n . and block everybody that said some dumb ass shit. ” you looked at the phone and then back up at him with your glossy eyes and pink puffy lips that trembled ever so slightly, “ w-wha- ” you get caught off by him tugging on your hair,completely yanking your head back. and absolutely ramming into you. “ mmf!!- okay, okay!! ”
your hand quickly scrambled around for the phone, once you got a grasp of it you sobbed softly and clicked on instas icon. your thumb shook above your dms. you were really trying to press down and block anyone who swiped up with something nasty to say, but it didn’t look that way to eren. he felt like you were taunting him on purpose—stalling. and since he felt that way, his thrust got more aggressive. the sound of you two slapping up against eachother drowning out any other sound. “ e-erennn!!.. ” you cried out, trying to get him to reason with you and atleast slow down. at this rate, he was just bullying your poor pussy. “ shut up. ” he snatches the phone from you, and since you didnt wanna do it? he was gonna do it, 10x worse. he flipped you over and pulled out, making you whine his name softly. he looked down at your glistening cunt that was actually dripping by now. he brought a hand down to rub your needy clit just so he can give you something to moan about for the meantime while he got your camera app open. right when he shoved his dick back in your sopping hole, he pressed that big red “record” button. with the flash on too. your stomach absolutely churns and you cover your face. letting yourself let out the most sluttiest moans your vocal cords could possibly make. you covered your face as eren records his furiously hard dick pushing in and out of you. and of course making sure he got the sounds your pussy made too. oh he loved the sounds it made. the way it squelched whenever he had you in a mating press. whenever he fingered you and all that could be heard was the messy sloshing that left your filthy cunt. absolute perfection. he panned the camera up to your face, rather roughly pushing your hands away from covering it, and capturing you crying so prettily for him. “ tell them who’s this pussy belong to, baby. ” them?..who was he referring to? and what was he thinking about doing? you slowly opened your trembling lips to speak, “ you.. ” you say out shyly. after all, he had a camera pointed in your face while he quite literally rearranged your guts. while you thought that was a good enough answer, that thought immediately got smashed down once he placed a hand on your throat. not harsh enough to cause damage, but harsh enough to threaten it. “ louder , y/n. ” he kept pumping in and out of you.
only two goals were in his mind, and that was to humiliate you and make sure he filled you to the brim. you whimper out softly as you felt your legs begin to shake. “ ‘s yours eren!! ” he grinned and leaned his head back, really giving in to the sensations your pretty pussy had to offer him. “ fuck you feel so good ‘round me..‘swear ‘m gonna make you mine, forever. ” and almost like a cue, right when he said that, he panned the camera down to the action and let out his own whore-ish like moan as he completely let go inside of you. the camera catching him pulling out of you, and his own mess spilling out a few seconds after. you let out incoherent mumbles. being fucked out of your mind and drunk wasnt a good mix. but, once you did come back to your senses. you saw eren tapping away on your phone. tho you didnt know it, he was sending that video to whoever swiped up on that story you posted. oh and of course deleting the story too, which was the main goal. after he was done,, he threw the phone to the side and pulled you ro the edge of the bed, bending down in between your thighs. he looked up at you while his mouth was menacingly close to your already fucked out pussy. “ keep it wet for me for a little while longer, yeah? ”
#SMAU ──★ they forget your anniversary dinner while spending time with someone else [ PART FOUR ]
featuring. g. satoru, g. suguru, n. kento, k. choso, f. toji, r. sukuna h. hiromi, k. shiu, i. takuma, i. shoko
cw. angst, no comfort
kit's note. wow! okay, we made it! breaking up thru text is shitty but lowkey, they deserved it. (not hiromi) these were rlly fkn hard to make so pls enjoy. likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated <3
p.s. there will be an alt happy ending for those of you who don’t like to cry (self indulgent)<3
part one — part two — part three — part four — smau m.list
Toji’s just getting home from work, his sweat-dampened shirt clinging to his back, the smell of musk and faint cigarettes clinging to him, the sound of his keys jingling he walks in and he’s muttering something to himself about traffic and some asshole on the road—right up until he hears you whispering softly in the living room.
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay, don’t be scared…”
He quietly steps in, his brows already drawn in alteration—ready to ask who the hell you’re talking to and then he sees the tiny, scrappy little kitten curled into a towel in your lap. Its fur is patchy, one ear nicked with its tail twitching weakly as it tries to crawl closer to the warmth of your hands.
You look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Toji, I couldn’t just leave it. She was on the road and look—look at her. She’s so tiny!”.
His face is blank at first. Just that heavy-lidded, slightly unimpressed stare he gives when he’s too tired for bullshit.
“Baby…” he starts slowly, running a hand through his hair with a low sigh, “you brought a street cat into our house?”
You nod fast. “Just for tonight! Or—or a few days! she was shivering Toji, and she kept following me, and I think she likes me—look, she purred when I picked her up!”
The kitten mewls softly, as if on cue. Toji sighs, tilting his head back with a dramatic groan like he’s in agony. “Fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “I already got one brat to take care of. Now you want me feeding a damn furball too?”
But you catch the twitch in his mouth. The one that threatens a smile.
You blink at him, lower lip jutting out in a pout, voice softening to a whimper. “Please, Toji? Just let me take care of her. She won’t bother you, I’ll clean everything. I’ll buy the food. I’ll even name it after you if you want—Little Toji!”
He gives you a flat stare. “Absolutely not”.
You giggle. And finally—finally—he gives in. Shoulders slumping, a large palm dragging down his face like he’s never been more exhausted in his life.
“Fine,” he grunts. “But if that thing pisses on my boots, I’m tossing it out the window”.
You squeal in excitement and scramble up, the kitten cradled against your chest as you wrap your arms around his waist.
“I love you, I love you, I love you—thank you, thank you—!”
He rolls his eyes, but his hand slides over your back anyway, warm and rough as always.
“Yeah, yeah. You owe me for this, kid. Big time”.
Later that night after you're done showering and go to the living room, he’s sitting on the couch with the kitten tucked up against his chest, his huge hand absently stroking its head while he watches TV. You walk in and catch him mid-coo.
sizekink!toji who when for the first time laid his eyes on you, felt attracted. with how you had to look up at him whenever you spoke to him, how you let out a muffled scream in the pillow the first time you guys ever fucked while he put his oh so mean, monstrous, dick deep inside your tummy—feeling at the little bulge that poked at his palm whenever he would thrust inside.
sizekink!toji who thinks its the most funniest thing when you say a new position you wanna try. he would go on about how he’d “kill ya before either of you got to cum”, and that you were too tiny to take his dick in that angle.
sizekink!toji who always has to prep you with just one finger for starters, eventually moving onto three. he played with you for however long until he felt was just right, even if there was no point. because you both knew there was no amount of fingers that could compare to his length, or width. let alone at the same time.
sizekink!toji who, as much as he likes it fast ‘n rough, goes nice and slow just for you. well atleast for the first fiveish minutes. after that hes just purely mismatching your guts up. letting your tight cunt become the perfect amount more looser so he can use your pussys wetness as lubricant to absolutely fuck you up.
sizekink!toji who laughs everytime after you two are finished. he teases and thinks its hilarious at how wrecked you look, how you cant even think properly enough to form coherent sentences—let alone words. he’ll say things like “ my poor baby, couldnt handle everything you begged me for?? ” , and when you let out a whimper in response he’ll grin and stroke your hair, moving it out your face.
sizekink!toji who will get in the shower with you, letting you lean up against him while he cleans off your body, the water being warm to soothe your achey and sore legs. he’ll let his touch linger, the air hung with a silence that carried a strong feeling of love, passion and care. a complete contrast from what was going on in the next room over only 10 minutes ago.
