୨୧ toji x baker!reader. big dick!toji, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (m. receiving), foodplay, ab licking, pwp, mdni.
“Toji! ‘m gonna come!” you cried, hands grasping for anything to grab on your smooth table.
“Then fuckin’ come. I’m not stoppin’ you.” He didn’t slow his hips, continuing his bruising thrusts into your sore pussy. You were sure that by the time tomorrow came, you’d have marks all over your body.
With a particularly hard thrust against your g-spot, you keened. Your back arched and your toes curled. “There! Right there!”
“Fuck, so needy. You’re squeezin’ my cock like it’s the best thing you’ve had.” Toji’s hips faltered, but it was only for a moment while you pulsed around him and came. He didn’t stop, his continuous thrusts starting to overstimulate you. “This’ll teach you to ignore me, huh?”
He grabbed onto your hair, pulling your upper body up until your back arched against his chest. “Won’t it, baby? You won’t ignore me again, will you?”
You bit back a moan. “It’s not my fault!” And it really wasn’t! You had a complicated cake order you had to complete, plus you had to dip what seemed like hundreds of cake pops. On top of that, the two employees you’d hired didn’t come in—one had gotten sick and the other had requested the day off months ago.
“Coulda spared a minute just to kiss me, baby doll. Woulda taken two seconds, but you just had to keep frostin’ that pretty cake, didn’t you?” Toji’s hips stalled. You twitched in his arms, breath hitching as thick ropes of his cum spread through you. “Just two seconds and you could’ve skipped over this.”
When he pulled out of you, it was abrupt. He let you drop back onto the table, though it wasn’t harshly. Air entered your lungs in heavy breaths as you tried t pull yourself back together and form a mental to-do list of what still needed to be done. Already you were so focused back on your work that you didn’t hear the sound of Toji uncapping a jar behind you.
“Get over here. We ain’t finished yet.”
“Huh?” When you turned your head, still catching your breath, Toji had three fingers dipped in the jar of Nutella. He scooped a glob out, spreading it against the hard planes of his stomach. You hadn’t even realized that he’s removed his shirt.
“C’mon, mama,” he called, beckoning you over. “You love spendin’ all day with sweets. You don’t mind cleanin’ me up, do you?”
A soft sound bubbled in your throat—something between a whimper and a moan. Slowly, you shakily lowered yourself to your knees and crawled over to him.
“Clean me up nice and good, doll face,” he mused, lips spreading into a smirk as he watched your tongue trace the lines of his abs. “Don’t want a single drop left.”
You nodded absentmindedly, licking up the chocolate. Your eyes fluttered shut, hands grabbing at his beefy thighs. Your eyes felt his dick harden, the length of it brushing against your breasts and neck as you worked.
You couldn’t help it. You pulled away, taking Toji’s mushroom shaped tip between your lips. He inhaled sharply, his hand instinctively grabbing onto your hair to guide your head along his thick cock.
“Course you’d leave a mess just to take me in your mouth. Nasty fuckin’ girl.” You moaned as you took more of him, the vibrations making Toji’s skin prickle and a low groan fall from his lips. “Better not get off ‘til I come.”
You nodded as best you could in agreement, hollowing your cheeks to take him even deeper. A deeper groan sounded, and it didn't take much more for Toji to cream in your mouth.
He drew your head away from his dick and pulled your face back up to his stomach. "Alright, doll face. You got your fill. Now clean up."
writing comeback and it’s for something my friend paid me $20 to write, even if i’m not that confident in it. @coffeeluverextrasugerr this is for you because you’re the only one i’d ever write toji for