toji starts acting different when an audience is involved 18+ camgirl reader x fwb toji, filming, prone bone, headlock, possessiveness, dirty talk, creampie
toji doesn't bat an eye the day you ask him to join you on stream.
the deal you lay out for him is simple. a generous 30% of your tips just to come on cam and fuck you the way he always does. a couple of basic positions, maybe a toy if your viewers really want one. there were only so many ways to get off in front of an audience, why not add another person into the mix?
and toji agrees like he was born for it. call it the way his dick tends to speak for him after a quick fuck, or his soft spot for anything that involves touching you. either way, the man ponders your offer as casually as he would the weather, pulling your naked body closer with a very serious "what day do you need me?"
he shows up to you apartment a handful of days later with a purpose, freshly showered with his choppy fringe styled the way you love. he greets you at the door with a kiss far too deep to not send butterflies between your legs. he leads you to the bedroom with an unreadable look on his face, hand splayed across your lower back.
your viewers adore him, and that's putting it very mildly.
he's been teasing you for the better half of an hour, answering questions with his dick to the hilt and his hands cupping your ass. you’re all but weightless in the seat of his lap, arms thrown around his neck with your legs bracketing his. toji takes the time to savor you, watching the way you shake every time he lifts you up and down his throbbing length.
"huh, how'd we meet?" he mumbles, leaning forward to read a question at the top of the queue "uhh, college i think? fucked her at a halloween party and i guess she never got tired of me." he laughs, thrusting up into you to punctuate the shitty joke.
the set you'd worn for him hadn't stood a chance from the second you turned the camera on, shucked off and discarded on the floor by his heavy hands in the handful of minutes leading up to this very moment. toji wasn't just fucking you, he was drawing it out, teasing you up the wall just because he can.
he takes a moment to spread you open, hands pulling your cheeks apart to show off where your bodies meet. the viewers go wild at that, throwing money at the both of you like there’s no tomorrow.
you perk up at the telltale ding! letting you know a hefty donation had gone through, turning to try and get a better look at the monitor.
except, toji grabs your chin with practiced efficiency, pulling your face into his neck before you’re able to read what the accompanying request says.
“hm?” he hums, scanning the brightly lit screen. “yeah, i can do that.” he reasons, shifting onto his knees underneath you.
you whine into the crook of his neck as he finally lays you down on your back, feeling him lean to the side to pick up the camera.
“wait you’re not supposed to–.” you whine, all too aware of how deep he feels inside of you now. you watch him swipe the little device from its place on your desk, holding it up to your pussy with his lip caught between his teeth
"not supposed to what? hm?" he asks, fake sympathy lacing his tone. “fuck, look at that.” he grumbles. “this what you guys wanted?”
the chat detonates with a force you’ve never seen before. you’re already way past your donation goal for the night, with more money funneling in every minute.
he sets a steady pace for the both of you, fucking his wet cock in between your legs with seamless thrusts. you can feel every inch of him like this. the way his tip drags heavy inside of you, how his girth stretches your hole to it’s maximum. even the veins on the underside of his shaft lick at you sweetly.
he holds the camera right up to your shaky body. the frame shakes every time his hips meet your ass, and the mic is probably picking up his heavy breaths but neither of you care at this point. this isn’t about the content anymore, toji’s fucking you like he wants to eat you alive.
he presses his palm gently into the little pudge of your stomach, searching, wanting.
“mhm, there it is.” he drawls, massaging the shape of his length through your tummy. “you feel me in here?”
you nod shakily, not knowing whether to look into the camera or up at him.
“yeah? gonna keep me in here?”
he’s never like this when the camera is off. never as performative as he is now. you flutter around him involuntarily and the groan it earns you practically comes from his soul, his shoulders shaking with pleasure.
“oh, fuck.” he drawls, fastening a hand to the meat of your hip to ground himself. he leans forward then, lips attaching to your neck as he grinds the head of himself inside of you.
“pussy’s too fucking good.” he grumbles, “way too good.” you feel his head turn to the camera at that last part, almost like he’s trying to prove a point to the viewers at home. that’s when it clicks. toji didn’t just agree to come on here and fuck you, he came to lay a claim on you. to show the people who tune in every night that only he could fuck you like this.
“who’s this belong to?” he asks sternly. he slaps the tip of himself against your budding beat, filling the room with slick noise. “say it.”
you’re so far gone you barely register the question. all you can focus on is getting him back inside of you. too slaps himself against you again, harder this time. you jolt at the stimulation.
“fucked you stupid already?” he teases. five fingers close around your chin and guide your face to the side, right in line with the camera. “who’s this pussy belong to? hm?”
“yours.” you breathe.
“nobody else’s?” he finally sheaths himself inside of you, and you both groan. toji wastes no time and quickly works his way up to a steady pace. in and out like a piston in a well oiled machine.
“no, nobody.” you punctuate. the hand around your chin finally releases and moves down to the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg forward until your knee reaches your chest.
he’s so deep like this, deep enough it even hurts a little if you focus too much.
“gonna let me cum inside?”
you nod, squealing at a particularly deep thrust.
“yes, fuck, always.”
“whenever i want?”
“whenever you want.” you whine, head ascending to the clouds as the pad of his huge thumb makes down to rub over your clit. toji plays your body like a fiddle. like he's the only man on earth who'll ever make you feel this good. in a way, he pretty much is.
you can feel your heartbeat in between your legs now, hammering against your walls to the beat of each stroke of his. toji hisses, almost like he can feel your impending orgasm, and pulls out with a nasty squelch to set the camera back on your desk and flip you over as quickly as he can.
he has you on you stomach now, fully in sight of the cam with his forearm locked against your neck, holding your head up for the viewers at home. toji lays flat up against you, focusing the brunt of his weight into fucking you prone bone.
a quick peek at the monitor confirms your suspicion that you look ruined like this. lips pressed into a pout from the force of his bicep curled around your face, sweaty hands fisted into the sheets below you for purchase, the whole nine yards. toji must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he looks at you. proud, almost. like you’re something he created with his bare hands.
“gonna show them how you cum for me?” he asks you, low enough for only you to hear.
you nod the best you can, unable to hide the sweet noises he draws out of you with every press of his hips. you’ve cum on only his dick before, but this feels different. stronger, almost. more intimate. the world beyond your bed seems to be the furthest thing from your mind right now. toji is the only thing you can focus on.
the chat is up to a rolling boil at this point. you’ve wracked up enough money to pay your rent and then some, not to mention the jaw dropping orgasm you feel building in your stomach. toji seems more focused on cumming than making the viewers happy at this point, pistoning into you like he was born for it.
he angles his hips just a tad bit lower, and just like that, you’re clamping down on him hard. creaming on his heavy length with a noise so desperate you’re 90% sure it’s what pushed him over the edge as well.
his load seems to go on for ages, filling you up in steady, hot pumps until it spills out from around the length of him. the arm curled around your face slowly retracts, leaving you face-down in the sheets with your legs shaking and your chest heaving.
toji snakes his fingers under your chin to turn your gaze toward him, letting the pad of his thumb stroke your cheek softly. his presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, cradling your face in his palm for a few moments until he’s sure you’ve come down from the cloud you’re on.
he pulls out of you slowly, hand on your lower back to keep you from squirming too hard. you watch him pad over your desk, cock swinging between his legs as he bends down to face the camera with a sleazy grin before waving goodbye to everyone and pressing "end stream".
