toji fucking you for so long that your poor pussy is a fucking mess. folds puffy, clit swollen, a combination of your juices and his sliding down between your thighs and onto the towel he has under you. you can’t even bring yourself to hold onto him anymore because all of your limbs are numb.
your head’s a fucking mess too; your five senses have been dulled down to nothing but the feel of his fat cock sliding in and out of you with wet, sloppy plaps.
you’d think that he’d at least have the decency to try and orient you or hold your hands, but he’s a mess too. pussydrunk. he’s watching the way your pussy swallows him up with each thrust, your folds wrapping around his length and sucking him in deeper. little sprays of fluid come out of you when he drives inside too fast, and if he goes too slow, your pussy flutters around him so pretty. he can’t decide which he likes better.
“you like that dick?” he grunts thoughtlessly, moving one hand off your thigh in between your legs instead so he can rub harsh circles onto your clit. “you like that dick baby? i think she likes it.”
“mngh…w-who?” you babble, bucking your hips into his hand while also fucking yourself onto him, chasing your fast approaching orgasm.
“your pussy. fuck, she loves it. look how well she’s taking me.”
you cry out and hook your legs around his waist, knowing that you’re almost there and that you want him to empty his load into you. nowhere else is satisfactory. “to-jiiiii” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head when he curves his body inward to drive impossibly deeper inside you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot on your frontal wall. “ ‘m cumming!”
toji’s face scrunches up. he resorts to that fast pace that he was stuck on earlier, and pounds into you hard and fast, his curved length battering your soft insides with each wet thrust. he slams his hips into yours one more time, pushing his thumb against your bundle of nerves while your pussy hugs his cock, milking the cum straight out of him while you squirt on his dick.
the two of you let out the most vulgar of moans as he cums with you, emptying his heavy, thick load deep into your womb. his body collapses on top of yours while he keeps rocking his cock into you, making sure no part of your pretty pussy goes untouched by his cum.
toji fucking you for so long that your poor pussy is a fucking mess. folds puffy, clit swollen, a combination of your juices and his sliding down between your thighs and onto the towel he has under you. you can’t even bring yourself to hold onto him anymore because all of your limbs are numb.
your head’s a fucking mess too; your five senses have been dulled down to nothing but the feel of his fat cock sliding in and out of you with wet, sloppy plaps.
you’d think that he’d at least have the decency to try and orient you or hold your hands, but he’s a mess too. pussydrunk. he’s watching the way your pussy swallows him up with each thrust, your folds wrapping around his length and sucking him in deeper. little sprays of fluid come out of you when he drives inside too fast, and if he goes too slow, your pussy flutters around him so pretty. he can’t decide which he likes better.
“you like that dick?” he grunts thoughtlessly, moving one hand off your thigh in between your legs instead so he can rub harsh circles onto your clit. “you like that dick baby? i think she likes it.”
“mngh…w-who?” you babble, bucking your hips into his hand while also fucking yourself onto him, chasing your fast approaching orgasm.
“your pussy. fuck, she loves it. look how well she’s taking me.”
you cry out and hook your legs around his waist, knowing that you’re almost there and that you want him to empty his load into you. nowhere else is satisfactory. “to-jiiiii” you slur, eyes rolling back into your head when he curves his body inward to drive impossibly deeper inside you, angling his cock to hit that sweet spot on your frontal wall. “ ‘m cumming!”
toji’s face scrunches up. he resorts to that fast pace that he was stuck on earlier, and pounds into you hard and fast, his curved length battering your soft insides with each wet thrust. he slams his hips into yours one more time, pushing his thumb against your bundle of nerves while your pussy hugs his cock, milking the cum straight out of him while you squirt on his dick.
the two of you let out the most vulgar of moans as he cums with you, emptying his heavy, thick load deep into your womb. his body collapses on top of yours while he keeps rocking his cock into you, making sure no part of your pretty pussy goes untouched by his cum.
— ellie williams drabble . . daddy kink , strap usage , you get it !! i was bored so hmhm
the sound of skin making contact fills the room , each thrust more painful than the last.
you shove your face into the pillow , tears soaking your cheeks. ‘nuh uh , wanna hear your pretty noises.’ ellie’s fingers curl tightly around your hair before pulling it harshly.
you mewl at the sting , whining incoherent mumbles as your eyes roll back. ‘yeah? all dumbed out on me hm?’
ellie’s free hand squeezes your hip , moving you forward n back over n over. ‘god you’re so pretty.’ she groans , releasing your hair n using both hands to slam you onto her.
‘ngh! mm- m’gonna cum- s’too m-much-‘ you feel so pathetic , already reaching your third orgasm. ‘you can take it ..’ she hums , landing a slap against your red skin.
‘agh! m-please!’ you cry , your clit twitching from the lack of attention. ‘please what hm? tell daddy what you want.’
her pace is steady , the milky ring forming at the base of her strap slowly dripping down her thigh.
‘p-please- mmph , n-need to- i’ll be good .. i- m’sor-ry . .’ ellie listens to you choke out each word , smiling in amusement. ‘yeah baby you can cum.’
your whole body convulses , whines muffled. ‘atta girl . . fuck-‘
she chuckles when she pulls out of you , watching your mess leak from your little hole.
‘did so good f’me baby. let daddy clean you yeah?’ she positions herself near your cunnie , beginning to lap at your sensitive parts. you squirm against her , yet her arms hold you down.
she slaps the back of your thigh , which stops your writhing immediately. ‘that’s what i thought.’
i know u’ve seen my ask with toji being a sugar baby :(
YES ML trust that I have 🤞🤞🤞 I started cooking a while ago but my irl life has been very hectic lately 🙏🙏 I OFTEN think of this one and tell myself I need to finish it so TRUST that your beautiful brain inspired me greatly
Thinking about how babydaddy!toji can’t stay away from you. You’ve been divorced for months now but everytime you drop off Megumi, Toji somehow keeps you around for longer.
It’s supposed to be a quick 5-10 minute trip but it stretches longer the more you visit. At first it was an innocent plea, asking you to stay to make sure Megumi could nap. Then the next time, the excuse was that he had leftovers that he couldn’t finish and wanted to share.
Eventually that turned into Toji pressing you into the bed you used to share. He’d cover your mouth while ramming into you from behind. Something about “can’t stay away from this pussy,” or whatever.
He loves seeing the internal debate you have while his pretty cock fills you up in missionary. He’s slow at first, thrusting so you’ll remember it for later. Then when you finally get over your morals, he speeds up.
The headboard clacks against the wall as the bed thuds underneath you two. He’s got your leg pressed against your chest and thrown over his shoulder as he drives into you. Sweat forming at his forehead.
He’s been going for at least ten minutes now and he doesn’t wanna stop.
“S’good…gonna put—“ another hard thrust, “‘nother baby in you.” He mewls. His hands grip hard at the plush around your hips.
“Ahh..fuck. Too tight…this is why I need to fuck you..you’ve been too lonely.” Excuses after excuses so he can fill you up each time you visit. And you fall or it every. single. time.
Toji can’t help it. He just loves his baby mama too much.
ᝰ.ᐟ bf!toji who hates seeing you cry until he makes you sob during sex ⸝⸝ 18+ mdni
bf!toji who acts like nothing bothers him, but he secretly notices every little change in your mood. he knows exactly how sensitive you are and treats your feelings like something fragile, even if he tries to act casual about it.
bf!toji is the type to drop his tough guy act the second your bottom lip starts shaking. if you two are watching a sad movie and a pet dies, or if you just had a terrible day and drop your cup on the floor—he's right there. he won't tease you. he’ll just pull you against his chest, let you ruin his shirt with your tears, and rub your back until you stop crying. he genuinely hates seeing you sad.
bf!toji who is completely caught off guard the first time it happens. you’re sitting on his lap, wrapped around him, completely lost in the moment. one of his big, rough hand is holding your hips, keeping you close, while he kisses your neck and slowly moves his thick digits inside your pussy, finding a rhythm that takes your breath away.
bf!toji stops completely the second he hears a small, shaky sniffle. he goes totally stiff under you. he stops moving his fingers and pulls back from your neck, his dark eyes wide and worried as he holds your face. seeing tears running down your cheeks scares him a little.
"hey... look at me. what's wrong? did i hurt you?" his voice is rough and actually panicked. "tell me, do you want me to stop?"
bf!toji watches you whine softly because he stopped. you shake your head, hiding your face in his shoulder and crying out the truth: "n-no, don't stop... it just—it feels too good, ji. i can't help it."
bf!toji freezes, taking in what you just said. hearing that you aren't crying from pain, but because he is making you feel that good? a switch flips in his brain and the panic disappears, replaced by a huge rush of excitement.
bf!toji becomes totally obsessed with this—knowing he can make you lose control just by touching you makes his ego go through the roof. the sweet boyfriend who hates to see you cry in public completely disappears behind closed doors. in bed, your tears mean he's doing a good job.
bf!toji gets really smug and loves to tease you about it. he’ll purposely slow down, touching the exact spot that makes you crazy, watching your eyes fill with tears while he smirks.
"look at you," he’ll whisper, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "crying already? you're so sweet for me. keep going, let me see how good it feels."
bf!toji loves to push you over the edge by building the friction until you can't take it. he’ll pin your wrists above your head, spreading your legs wide so he can look right at you while he slides all the way inside. every time he thrusts deep and hits your sweet spot, a fresh wave of tears leaks from your eyes, and he just stares down at you with a dark, heavy grin, loving how loud you gasp and sob under him.
bf!toji who will change positions just to make you cry harder. he'll flip you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up high so he can slide in from behind. the angle is deep and intense, and as he grips your waist hard enough to leave marks, you're burying your face in the pillows to muffle your crying. he'll lean down, his chest pressing against your back, and talk right into your ear.
"baby, let me hear it—turn your head and look at me—god, look at how wet your face is just because i'm stretching you out like this."
bf!toji decides that if you aren't crying by the end of the night, he didn't try hard enough. it becomes a game to him. he will deliberately push you over the edge, using his dick and his dirty mouth to keep you completely overwhelmed until you're shaking and crying in his arms.
bf!toji who will actually praise you for crying. while he's holding you tight and making love to you, listening to you sob, he’ll lean down to kiss your wet cheeks and growl, "that's it, gooood girl. cry for me."
Twin, fem!nanami, now you got me thinking like what about fem!Toji and shes like a boxer or smth😛
oh listen listen
fem!toji who's a boxer just because she wants to save up for megumi's university, even if he's still just a kid, she's a single mum and knows he's going to need the money when he grows up. she works almost every night and hires a babysitter. you, obviously. one night she comes home after a tough fight, she didn't even had time to cure her wounds because she knew you only babysit her kid until 5 a.m and she was running late.
so when she arrives at her apartment, you see the cut of her lip, the angry red marks in her arms and who knows what else behind her tank top. you insist on helping her with the wounds even after she tells you that she's alright and that you can just grab your money and leave.
but you don't want to. you want to help her and you want her to let you help.
you and her end up in the bathroom, her top discarded and she's too tired to even care about showing you her tits. she lets you work on a specially awful cut right under her left breast and some other in her back. when you finish, the sun is already seeping in through the windows. she urges you to get some sleep, which leads to her lending you her bed while she does a few things around her house, only for her to end up crashing next to you about fifteen minutes later.
you don't know the moment she pulls you into her chest, her arms wrapping around your waist, but after seeing her breasts? you can't complain