It starts with his early morning routine — whether he’s waking up before the sun for a “job” or heading out for a run, he peppers kisses all over your face along the way. A kiss the moment his eyes open, before he’s even turned his alarm off. A kiss when he gets back from the bathroom. A kiss after he’s gotten changed. A kiss before he leaves for work. Then another when he returns a second later because he feels like he didn’t give you a strong enough one to wish himself good luck.
“Mm, Toji, you’re gonna be late,” you groan groggily.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he replies, rough hands brushing your hair back. “Made coffee and breakfast. Make sure you eat...Alright, one last kiss...No, kiss me like you actually love me, woman...Yeah, that’s a good one. Give me another, ma....Don’t be a pain in the ass. Might die out there. Want me to bleed out without a proper goodbye kiss? Yeah, thought so...Thanks, doll. Always so good to me.”
He always has his hands on you. Besides the possessive, sexual ways, he plays with your lips as you rest your head on his chest, feels the sharpness of your teeth, pokes your belly button for warmth, traces lines from freckle to freckle or mark to mark along your back, or even curls your damn pubes as you watch a movie.
Toji doesn’t even realise what his hands are doing. Not until you bring it up. He genuinely doesn’t know why he does any of it. “Oh,” he says, blinking. “Weird.”
Does he take his hand away from your bush?
No. Of course not.
It’s like he can’t sleep or rest or focus on what you’re watching if he’s not touching you.
He also follows you to the bathroom like a kid or a puppy. If you’re doing your makeup or brushing your teeth, his big self takes up most of the reflection in the mirror. Toji simply leans against the doorway and nods along to whatever gossip you’re sharing. And if you’re showering, he’ll sit on the toilet lid and watch. “Yeah? Why d’you think she does that? Childhood trauma, maybe?” he suggests, voice rough with sleep.
“Dunno. Some people are just born like that, I think,” you reply. With a groan, you make known how you can’t reach a spot on your back with your washcloth. He’s opening the shower door a second later.
Toji takes over, making sure to scrub you even better than you would yourself, uncaring of the water splashing all over him. He grunts. “I blame her parents for not loving her enough. That’s why she needs all that attention.” A pause. “Trust me — I know.”
And he does all of this whilst pretending you’re the clingy one. As you’re laying on him, he’ll huff and complain, “Fuck, it’s warm. D’ya have to be clinging to me like some kinda koala? Can’t you go back to your side of the bed?”
Already used to his bullshit, you mumble between his meaty pecs, “You dragged me on top of you, Fushiguro. Every time I move back, I always find myself back here, so quit your yapping.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says, dismissing you with a frown.
You begin rolling off his chest. Only to be halted by heavy arms which tighten around your body. Heavy silence passes.
Beneath you, Toji grumbles:
“Don’t say a word.”
Wario and Toji give off the same vibe to me... rip my taste in men
CONTENT. Age gaps reader is 19/20, toji is mid 30s, neighbours trope, kissing, fingering, oral f.rec, p in v, lil bit of anal play, creampied, cervix kissin, different sex positions, idk
WC. 17.8k
A/N. the plots in the background this was an excuse to get slutted out by his old ahh, ┃skip past this dont read i swearrr┃
The back porch of apartment 07 was nothing special—just cracked concrete painted a faded green years ago, a single wobbly plastic chair, and a rusted railing that overlooked the narrow strip of shared yard nobody ever used. Summer heat clung to everything like wet cotton, thick and slow even now that the sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky bruised purple. You’d been inside all day, scrolling on your phone until your eyes ached, hoodie zipped halfway over a thin tank top because the AC was barely spitting cool air anymore. Shorts rode high on your thighs, soft cotton clinging where sweat had gathered at the crease of your hips. Ninety degrees and no breeze, so you finally gave up and dragged yourself outside to sprawl on the single step, legs stretched long, bare feet dangling over the edge.
That’s when you saw him.
Toji Fushiguro—apartment 08, right next door, he stepped out the side door with a black garbage bag in one scarred hand. Same tight black t-shirt you’d seen him in a dozen times before, sleeves stretched tight around thick biceps, fabric clinging to the hard planes of his chest and stomach like it was painted on. Dark sweatpants slung low on narrow hips, the waistband showing a thin strip of tanned skin when he moved. That scar sliced the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly when his lips twitched like he was always half a second from smirking at something only he found funny. Black hair messy, damp at the temples from the heat or maybe from whatever he’d been doing inside his own place all day. He didn’t look your way at first. Just hefted the bag into the big metal bin with one easy toss, muscles rolling under inked skin, then wiped his forearm across his brow.
You should’ve looked away. Should’ve pretended to stare at the sky or your chipped nail polish or literally anything else. But your eyes stayed glued, tracing the way his shoulders flexed when he turned, the slow roll of his neck as he cracked it side to side. And maybe he felt it, because those sharp green eyes finally flicked over.
Eyes lock on yours.
Your stomach does a nasty, liquid flip. Not fear, exactly. Something hotter. Hungrier. You feel suddenly very aware of how your shorts are bunched high on your ass, how the hoodie’s ridden up to show the dip of your spine, how your thighs are parted just enough that if he looked lower he’d see the soft inner curve where skin meets cotton.
He didn’t smile. Didn’t wave. Just stood there with one big hand still resting on the bin lid, staring like he had all night to decide what he wanted to do about the pretty little thing next door finally looking back.
Then he starts walking.
Not toward his apartment. Towards you.
Each step deliberate. Bare feet (ofc he is) on gravel . The closer he gets the more details you take in, faint sheen of sweat on his throat, the way veins stand out along his forearms. He stops at the edge of your porch slab, one foot planted on the rickety porch so he’s towering without even trying.
For a second the world narrowed to just that look: heavy, unreadable, dragging down the length of your sprawled body like he was cataloging every inch. The hoodie half-open so the thin tank underneath showed the soft dip between your breasts, nipples pebbled from the sudden shift in temperature and maybe something else. Shorts bunched high enough that the plump curve where thigh met hip was on full display, cotton stretched tight across your mound. You felt the fabric pull snug there, outlining the soft curve of your pussy in a way that made heat crawl up your neck. You shifted your thighs together instinctively—only made it worse. A tiny damp spot had already started blooming at the crotch from hours of lazy daydreams and the sticky summer air.
You swallowed. Throat dry. “Hi,” it came out smaller than you meant.
Toji’s scarred mouth twitched—barely. “Hey.”
Voice low, rough around the edges like gravel dragged over velvet. One word and it already felt like he’d put his palm flat on your sternum and pressed.
You sat up a little straighter, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. “You’re… Toji, right? My dad said you’re the quiet one.”
He huffed through his nose—closest thing to a laugh you’d ever heard from him. “Yeah. That’s me.” He took one slow step closer. “And you’re the kid who’s been runnin’ around in those little shorts all summer.”
Your breath hitched. Not a kid. Not really. But the way he said it—lazy drawl, eyes dropping to where your thighs pressed together, made your clit throb under the cotton like he’d reached out and thumbed it.
“I’m not a kid,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “I’m nineteen. Almost twenty.”
Toji’s brows lifted just a fraction. “Almost twenty,” he echoed, like he was tasting the words. Another step. Now he was close enough you could smell him: clean sweat, faint soap, something darker underneath like motor oil and cedar. “Old enough to know better than to sit out here lookin’ like that when it’s just you and me.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to play it cool, tugging the hem of your hoodie down like it would hide anything. “It’s hot. I just wanted air.”
“Mm.” His gaze slid lower again, shameless. Lingered on the visible outline of your pussy lips printed through the thin shorts, plump, puffy, already so swollen from nothing but his proximity. “Looks like you’re feelin’ more than just the heat, sweetheart.”
The pet name landed like a spark on dry grass. You squeezed your thighs tighter, but that only made the damp cotton drag against your slick folds. A tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out before you could catch it.
Toji’s eyes darkened. He crouched slowly, his big body folding with surprising grace, until he was eye-level with you on the step. Forearms resting on spread thighs, scarred hands dangling loose between his knees. So close you can see the faint sheen of sweat on his collarbone, the way his happy trail disappears under the waistband, dark and tempting.
He tilts his head, just enough that the dying sunlight cuts across the sharp line of his jaw. Moss-green eyes drag from your bare legs up up up- slowly and unapologetic. Lingers on the bare strip of stomach where your hoodie’s rucked up. On the way your shorts cling to the plump curve of your ass, aaaaall the way up to your face like he’s cataloguing every inch he’s already seen a hundred times through cracked blinds.
“Been seein’ you around,” he says. Voice quieter now. Almost intimate. “You live next door, right? Your old man’s girl.”
Not a question again.
You nod anyway. Tongue feels too big in your mouth.
“Yeah. I’m… back for summer break.”
He hums. Deep in his chest. The sound vibrates through the humid air straight into your bones.
“Didn’t figure you’d be out here lookin’ like that,” his eyes glance to your lips then back up to your eyes, “always out this late too huh, doll?”
You blink. “...You noticed?”
Another almost-laugh. “Hard not to.”
Heat floods your cheeks. You’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin. The way your nipples have pebbled against the thin hoodie fabric from the slight breeze or maybe just from him looking at you like that.
“You been watchin’ me too, huh?” he murmured. Voice softer than you expected. Almost gentle. “Every time you come out here. Corner store. Back porch. Thought I didn’t notice?”
Your lips parted. No sound came out at first. Then, barely a whisper: “I… I thought you didn’t.”
“Wrong.” One big hand lifted—slow, careful—and the rough pad of his thumb brushed the edge of your hoodie sleeve where it had slipped down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupted everywhere he almost touched. “Been noticin’ you since the first day you walked by in those jeans. Ass hugged so tight I could see the outline of your panties. Thought about bendin’ you over the railing right then.”
Heat flooded your core so fast your vision blurred. You could feel yourself leaking now—slow, syrupy slick soaking through your innocent cotton panties, darkening the crotch of your shorts in an obvious little patch. His eyes dropped to it immediately.
“Fuck,” he breathed, almost reverent. “Look at that. Sweet little pussy already cryin’ for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
You whimpered again, louder this time. Hips shifting forward on instinct, chasing nothing.
“You alone tonight?” he asks. Casual. Like he’s asking about the weather.
You nod. Throat dry. “Dad’s working late. Always is.”
Toji hums. Low in his chest. The sound vibrates through the air into your palms.
He reaches out—slow enough you could pull away if you wanted.
You don’t.
Thick fingers catch the hem of your hoodie where it’s ridden up over your hip. He doesn’t pull it down. Just tugs it a little higher. Exposes another inch of soft skin. His thumb brushes the edge of your shorts, barely a graze, but it feels like he’s touching you somewhere much more intimate.
“These are reaaaaal short,” he drawls. Voice gone darker. “You always walk around in shit like this?”
Your heart slams against your ribs. “Sometimes.”
He exhales through his nose. Almost a growl.
“Careful, sweetheart.” His thumb presses just barely into the crease where thigh meets ass. “Lots of eyes around here.”
You’re trembling now. Not from fear. From the sudden, vicious ache blooming low in your belly. Your thighs press together on instinct; he notices. Of course he does.
Toji’s eyes flick down to where your legs squeeze, then back up. That smirk deepens.
“You scared of me?” he asks. Soft. Almost sweet—if sweet could be laced with this much danger.
You shake your head. Barely.
“Liar,” he says. But he sounds pleased.
His hand slides higher—fingers splaying wide across the small of your back. His palm is hot. Rough. Calluses drag against your skin like a promise. He doesn’t push you down. Doesn’t need to. You’re already melting into the floor boards, arching just enough that your ass lifts a fraction—offering.
He groans—quiet, guttural. First real crack in that cool exterior.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re trouble.”
You lick your lips. Voice barely there. “You gonna do something about it?”
His eyes snap to yours. Dark. Predatory.
For one endless second neither of you moves.
Your breath hitches when his gaze drops again—straight to the damp patch you know is starting to show. The cotton’s darker there now, clinging, outlining the plump shape of your pussy lips so clearly it’s obscene. You’re soaked. Have been since you noticed him watching. And he can fucking see it.
“Pretty little thing like you,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something dangerous-soft, “sittin’ out here all needy. Drippin’ through your shorts for the old man next door.”
Your mouth falls open on a shaky gasp. No denial. No lie. Just heat—liquid, shameful heat—flooding between your legs at his words.
Toji’s eyes darken, hooks one thick finger under the hem of your shorts. Doesn’t pull them down. Just lifts the fabric the tiniest bit, letting it snap back against the crease of your thigh with a soft thwack.
“Bet these panties are fuckin’ ruined,” he says, almost conversationally. “All wet and clingy, pushin’ up against the seam. Yeah?”
You whimper—high, helpless. Hips shifting forward before you can stop them.
He chuckles, low and mean. “Knew it.”
Toji’s hand moved again—this time cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking slow along your jaw. Calluses rough against your soft skin. “Pretty thing,” he murmured. “So shy. So needy. Bet you’ve been touchin’ yourself thinkin’ about the mean neighbour next door, huh? Imaginin’ what these hands would feel like spreadin’ you open.”
Your head tipped into his palm. Eyes fluttering. “Y-yes…”
“Good girl.” Praise hit like honey dripping down your spine. He leaned in closer—close enough his breath fanned your glossed lips. “Gonna kiss you now. Wanna taste how sweet that pouty mouth is before I ruin the rest of you.”
You nodded—frantic little jerks of your head.
Then his mouth was on yours.
Soft at first. Just the brush of scarred lips over your glossy ones, tasting artificial cherry and nervous salt. He groaned low in his throat the second your mouths connected, like he’d been starving for it. Big hand slid to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wanted so he could lick slow into the seam of your lips.
You opened for him instantly. Tongue shy, tentative. His was thicker, hotter, curling against yours with lazy confidence. He kissed like he had nowhere else to be, like he could spend hours just licking into your mouth, swallowing every tiny whimper you gave him.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your lips between slow, wet kisses. “Taste like summer. Like you’ve been waitin’ for this.”
His other hand found your thigh—palming the plush inner meat, squeezing gently, thumb stroking higher and higher until it grazed the damp edge of your shorts. Not pushing inside. Just petting. Soothing. Praising.
“Doin’ so good for me already,” he whispered, nipping your bottom lip. “Letting me kiss you like this. Letting me feel how wet you are just from my mouth. Such a good girl f'me already.”
You moaned into his kiss—loud, needy—hips canting up so his thumb pressed firmer against the soaked outline of your pussy. He growled softly, rewarding you with another deep, filthy lick into your mouth.
The kiss turned hungrier. Wetter. His tongue fucked slow and deliberate into yours while his hand kneaded your thigh, inching closer to where you ached most—never quite touching your clit, just circling, teasing, making you drip more and more until the cotton was clinging transparently to every swollen fold.
He pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours—breaths ragged, green eyes blown black with want.
“Tell me you want more,” he rasped. Voice wrecked. “Tell me you want my hands on you. My mouth. Everything.”
Your lips trembled. Gloss smeared. Eyes glassy.
“I want it,” you breathed. “Want you. Please, Toji…”
He smiled then—slow, gaze darkening but still so gentle when his thumb brushed your cheek again.
“Good girl,” he purred.
And then he kissed you deeper—claiming, devouring, promising every filthy thing he was about to do to you next.
His mouth was still on yours—hot, slow, filthy in the best way. Tongue sliding deep, curling lazy against yours like he was mapping every soft inch of your mouth, tasting the cherry gloss you’d slicked on earlier just because you felt pretty. Toji kissed like a man who’d waited too long to taste something sweet and now couldn’t get enough. Big hand cradled the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot just under your ear while the other squeezed the plush meat of your inner thigh—fingers digging in just enough to make your hips twitch forward, chasing more pressure against the soaked cotton clinging to your pussy.
You were drowning in it. Brain turning to warm syrup, every thought melting into the wet drag of his tongue, the faint scrape of his scar against your lower lip when he sucked it between his teeth. Soft little whimpers bubbled out of you every time he pulled back just to nip, just to breathe a rough “good girl” against your mouth before diving back in deeper.
Your hands had found his shoulders somewhere in the haze—fingertips digging into hard muscle under that tight black shirt, feeling the heat rolling off him like a furnace. He smelled so good up close: clean sweat, faint cologne that clung to his neck, something darker and masculine underneath that made your clit throb harder every time you inhaled.
When he finally eased back—barely an inch, forehead pressed to yours—your lips were swollen, gloss smeared across both your mouths, strings of spit connecting when you parted. You were panting, chest heaving under the half-zipped hoodie, nipples tight and aching against the thin tank.
Toji’s green eyes were blown black, pupils eating up the color as he stared down at you like you were the only thing left in the world worth looking at. His thumb brushed slow over your bottom lip, spreading the mess even more.
“Fuck, look at this mouth,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough and wrecked. “All glossy and puffy from just my kisses. Bet it’d look even prettier wrapped around my cock.”
The words hit you like a slap of heat. Your thighs clenched hard—slick gushing fresh against your already drenched panties, the cotton so wet now it was sticking transparently to every plump fold. You could feel the outline of your pussy lips printed shamelessly through the shorts, fat and swollen, begging.
You tried to speak—tried to be smart, to play it cool—but your brain was mush, words tumbling out careless and needy.
“W-wanna… come inside?” you breathed, barely coherent. “For… for a drink. Or… something. Please.”
Toji’s scarred lips curved—slow, predatory, but still so fucking gentle when his thumb stroked your cheek again.
“Yeah?” he rasped. “You invitin’ the old man next door inside while your daddy’s gone? Careful, sweetheart. I might not wanna leave once I get my hands on you proper.”
Your head bobbed—frantic little nods. “I… I don’t want you to leave.”
He groaned low in his throat, like the confession physically hurt him in the best way. Then he was standing—slow roll of muscle as he rose to his full height—towering over you on the step. One big hand extended down.
“C’mon then, pretty girl. Show me where you live.”
You took his hand—small fingers swallowed up in his scarred palm—and let him pull you up. Legs shaky, thighs slick where they rubbed together. The second you were standing he tugged you close, arm banding around your waist so your soft body pressed flush to his hard one. You could feel him—thick, heavy cock already half-hard and straining against his sweatpants, nudging insistently against your lower belly.
“Fuck,” he muttered into your hair, inhaling deep like he was trying to memorize your scent. “Smell so sweet. Bet you taste even better between those thighs.”
He walked you the few steps to your door like that—arm possessive around you, free hand palming slow over the curve of your ass through the shorts, squeezing the plush flesh like he was testing how soft you really were. You fumbled the key with trembling fingers; he just chuckled low against your ear.
“Easy, baby. We got all night.”
Door finally open. You stumbled inside—dim living room lit only by the lamp you’d left on, cheap couch, scattered textbooks from last semester you hadn’t bothered to put away. Toji kicked the door shut behind him without looking, then spun you gently until your back hit the wall beside it.
He didn’t crowd you right away. Just stood there—close enough you could feel his heat, but giving you that one last second to back out if you wanted.
You didn’t.
Instead you tipped your head back, lips parted, eyes glassy and pleading.
Toji’s hand came up—cupped your jaw so gently it made your chest ache—thumb stroking over your swollen bottom lip again.
“Look at you,” he whispered, voice thick with something almost reverent. “So fuckin’ pretty. So young and soft and already drippin’ for a man old enough to know better. You know how filthy that is, sweetheart? How wrong?”
You whimpered—nodded—hips canting forward so the damp crotch of your shorts brushed the hard line of his cock through his sweats.
“Feels right to me,” you breathed.
His eyes fluttered shut for a second—like your words punched the air out of him. Then he was kissing you again—deeper this time, hungrier. Tongue fucking slow into your mouth while both hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting you easy like you weighed nothing. Your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct; he pinned you to the wall with his hips, thick cock grinding slow against your soaked pussy through layers of fabric.
You moaned loud into his mouth—desperate, broken sound.
“That’s it,” he praised against your lips, rocking slow, deliberate. “Grind on it, baby. Let me feel how wet you are for me. Soaked right through these little shorts… fuck, I can smell you. Sweet little cunt cryin’ for cock.”
His hands kneaded your ass—spreading you open even through the clothes—fingertips dipping under the hem of your shorts to brush the edge of your drenched panties. You jolted at the contact; he just shushed you softly, kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Doin’ so good,” he murmured. “Such a good girl lettin’ me touch. Gonna take care of you, yeah? Gonna make this pretty pussy feel so full… but slow. Wanna savor every second of ruinin’ you.”
You were shaking—whole body trembling with need, clit throbbing against the drag of his cock every time he rolled his hips. Slick had soaked through everything now; you could feel it smearing against him, making the fabric cling obscenely.
“Toji…” His name came out wrecked, pleading. “Please… need you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes dark, tender, filthy all at once.
“I know, sweetheart,” he rasped, pressing one last soft kiss to your forehead. “I know. Gonna give you everything. But first…”
His hand slid between your bodies—cupped your pussy over the shorts—palm grinding slow against your swollen clit while two thick fingers traced the soaked outline of your lips through the cotton.
“Gonna make you come like this first,” he promised, voice low and wrecked with want. “Just from my hand. Gonna watch this sweet little thing soak my fingers before I even get inside you. You gonna be good and come for me, baby?”
Your head fell back against the wall—eyes rolling—hips already chasing his palm in frantic little circles.
“Y-yes… yes, please… Toji…”
He smiled—slow, dangerous, adoring.
“That’s my girl.”
And then he kissed you again—deep and filthy—while his hand worked slow, perfect circles over your dripping cunt, building you up slow and sweet until you were trembling on the edge, ready to fall apart for the quiet neighbour who’d finally let you into his world.
Toji didn’t set you down.
Not even for a second.
The second your shaky “yes” left your lips he scooped you up like you weighed nothing—big scarred hands sliding under the plush meat of your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor so your legs had no choice but to wrap tight around his narrow waist. Your soaked shorts pressed right against the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining through his sweatpants, and the friction made you whimper into his mouth—high, needy sound swallowed by another slow, filthy kiss.
Toji doesn’t even glance at the couch, he headed straight for your bedroom door instead. “Wanna take this where I can spread you out proper. Where I can watch every little thing that pretty face does when I make you come apart.”
Your arms looped around his neck—fingers digging into the short black hair at his nape—clinging like he was the only solid thing left in the world. He carried you down the short hallway like that, feet heavy on the cheap laminate, every step grinding his cock against your dripping pussy through the thin layers. You could feel how hard he was—thick, hot, pulsing—already leaking enough that a damp spot had started blooming on his sweats where your slick had soaked through everything.
Your bedroom door was half-open already. Small room—nothing fancy. Twin bed pushed against one wall with rumpled pastel sheets you hadn’t bothered making, fairy lights strung lazy across the headboard from last semester, a cluttered desk with half-finished college notes and empty energy drink cans. Window cracked, letting in the thick summer night air. It smelled faintly like your vanilla body spray and the faint laundry detergent on your sheets.
Toji kicked the door shut behind him—soft click of the latch sealing you both in—and crossed the small space in three strides. Didn’t bother with the light. The glow from the hallway and those soft fairy lights was enough—warm, hazy, turning his sharp features golden and making the scar on his mouth look even more wicked when he smirked down at you.
He lowered you slow onto the edge of the mattress—careful, almost reverent—until your ass hit the comforter and your legs dangled off. But he didn’t step back. Just stayed between your spread thighs, towering, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room.
“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with something soft and hungry all at once. Big hands slid up your sides—under the hem of your hoodie this time—palms rough and warm dragging slow over the soft curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits through the thin tank. “So fuckin’ soft everywhere. Plush little body just beggin’ to be touched.”
You shivered—whole body trembling—as his hands kept roaming. Up your ribs, over the swell of your breasts, squeezing gently through fabric until your nipples peaked hard against his palms. Then back down—fingertips tracing the gentle pooch of your tummy, dipping into the soft dip of your navel, spreading wide to span the width of your lower belly like he was measuring how perfectly you’d fit under him.
His eyes dropped lower—locked on the obscene wet spot darkening your shorts. The cotton was plastered to your pussy now—every plump, fattened lip outlined clear as day, swollen clit peeking through like a needy little button begging for attention. Slick had soaked all the way through your innocent panties underneath, making the fabric sheer and clinging, showing the glossy sheen of your arousal coating every fold.
“Jesus,” he breathed, almost reverent. “Can’t even hide it, can you? Fat little cunt just printin’ out for me, drippin’ right through everything. Been leakin’ like this since I kissed you on the porch, huh?”
You nodded—frantic, cheeks burning—hips shifting forward on instinct so the soaked crotch of your shorts brushed his thigh.
Toji groaned low—deep rumble in his chest—then leaned down, caging you with his arms braced on either side of your hips. His mouth found your neck—hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing slow from under your ear down the column of your throat. He sucked gently at first—lips sealing over soft skin, tongue flicking—then harder. Teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothed with slow laps, blooming dark purple bruises one after another like he was marking territory.
“Good girl,” he whispered between sucks, voice muffled against your skin. “Lettin’ me mark you up like this. Gonna look so pretty tomorrow—little love bites all over this sweet neck so everyone knows who’s been takin’ care of you.”
His hands never stopped moving—sliding under your hoodie again, pushing the fabric up slow until it bunched under your tits. Callused palms dragged over bare skin now, the rough texture making you arch, you let out a faint gasp, as his fingers splayed wide over your soft tummy, kneading gently like he couldn’t get enough of how plush you were there.
“Love this,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “This soft little belly. Gonna watch it bounce when I’m fuckin’ you deep later. Gonna feel it quiver when you come all over my cock.”
You were whimpering nonstop now—brain goopy, thoughts reduced to nothing but the heat of his mouth, the weight of his hands, the slow grind of his hips every time he shifted closer. He was still fully clothed—tight black shirt stretched over thick pecs and sharp-cut abs, sweatpants slung low—but you could feel every ridge of muscle flexing against you when he moved. Solid. Unyielding. Cutting through the thin layers like he was already inside you.
Toji pulled back just enough to look at your face—eyes dark, tender, filthy with want. Thumb brushed over one of the fresh bruises on your throat—gentle stroke that made you shiver.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he praised, voice low and steady. “Look how pretty you are—eyes all glassy, lips swollen, pussy so wet I can hear it every time you shift. Gonna take my time with you. Gonna touch every inch. Gonna talk you through it nice and slow till you’re shakin’ and beggin’.”
One hand slid down—cupped your soaked mound over the shorts—palm grinding slow against your clit while thick fingers traced the plump outline of your lips through the fabric. Not pushing inside yet. Just petting. Soothing. Building.
“Feel that?” he whispered, pressing firmer so you could feel how your slick squelched against his palm. “That’s all for me. Sweet little thing gettin’ this messy just from my kisses and my hands. Such a good girl. My good girl.”
You moaned—loud, broken—head tipping back as your hips rolled up into his touch.
He kissed you again then—slow, deep, tongue sliding against yours while his hand kept that lazy rhythm between your thighs. The other stayed on your tummy—rubbing slow circles over the soft pudge, possessive and adoring all at once.
“Gonna watch you fall apart, sweetheart,” he promised against your mouth. “Gonna make this pretty pussy come so hard you see stars. And then I’m gonna do it again. And again. Till you’re too fucked-out to think about anything but me.”
His fingers hooked under the waistband of your shorts—slow tug downward, just enough to bare the top of your drenched panties.
“Ready for more?” he murmured, nipping your bottom lip. “Gonna strip you slow. Gonna kiss every bruise I left. Gonna spread these plush thighs and taste how sweet you are.”
Your answer was a shaky nod—eyes locked on his, pleading.
Toji smiled—slow, dangerous, so fucking gentle.
“That’s my girl.”
And then he started peeling your hoodie off—slow, reverent—hands worshipping every new inch of bare skin he uncovered, mouth following right behind with more soft kisses and praises, ready to unravel you piece by trembling piece on your little twin bed while the summer night pressed warm against the window.
Toji pulled back from your neck—lips shiny with spit, fresh bruise blooming dark and pretty under your jaw—and his eyes dropped to your face. You were a wreck already: cheeks flushed hot, eyes glassy and half-lidded, mouth hanging open in soft little pants. A thin string of drool had slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing slow down your chin like you’d forgotten how to swallow. Fuck. The sight punched straight through him—made his cock twitch hard against the damp front of his sweats, thickening even more until the fat head was outlined clear as day through the gray cotton.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice thick and wrecked. “Look at you droolin’ for me already. Can’t even keep that pretty mouth closed.”
He leaned in slow—big hand cupping the side of your face, thumb sweeping under your lower lip to catch the mess. But instead of wiping it away he just smeared it wider—then dipped down and licked it up himself. Flat, hot tongue dragging slow from your chin to the corner of your mouth, tasting the sweet-salty mix of your spit and his earlier kisses. You whimpered—high, broken sound—as he sealed his scarred lips over yours again in one sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Tongues sliding messy, wet, no rhythm left. Just hunger. He sucked your bottom lip between his teeth—gentle tug—then plunged back in, licking deep into your mouth like he was trying to drink every drop of you. Drool spilled between your lips, stringing down your chin again, soaking into the collar of your tank. You were making the filthiest little noises—soft, wet glucks every time his tongue fucked into you—and he groaned low against your mouth, swallowing them down.
“Such a messy girl,” he murmured between kisses, nipping your tongue. “Doin’ so good though. Lettin’ me lick it all up. My sweet, sloppy baby.”
He broke the kiss with a wet pop—string of spit connecting your mouths for a second before it snapped—and sat back on his heels between your spread thighs. His eyes raked down your body—slow, deliberate—like he was memorizing every inch. Hoodie shoved up to your tits, tank rucked under them so the soft undersides spilled out. Shorts still on but soaked dark at the crotch, clinging transparently to the plump mound of your pussy. The fat lips were printed perfect through the cotton—swollen, puffy, glossy with thick gluey slick that had leaked through your panties and was now starting to drip down the crease of your thighs, making shiny wet trails on your sheets.
Toji’s mouth watered so hard he had to swallow. His cock was rock-hard now—veined, fattened, throbbing painfully against his sweats. He palmed it once—rough squeeze through the fabric—just to take the edge off. The head leaked more, darkening the gray in a fat wet spot right at the tip. But he didn’t care about himself yet. Not when your pretty soaked pussy was right there, begging for his mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathed, voice reverent. “Look at this messy little thing. So sticky. So sappy. Drippin’ all over your bed like you can’t help it.”
He hooked two thick fingers under the waistband of your shorts—slow tug down your hips. You lifted for him on instinct—shaky little arch—and he peeled them off along with your drenched panties in one go. The fabric stuck for a second—clinging to your slick folds—before coming free with a wet schlick. Strings of thick, glossy arousal stretched between the cotton and your pussy, snapping slow as he tossed them aside.
Your legs fell open wider—knees bent, feet planted on the mattress—and there it was: your pussymound all shiny and swollen, lips puffy and parted just enough to show the sticky pink inside. Slick coated everything—thick, gluey strands webbing between your folds, dripping slow down to your tight little hole that clenched on nothing. Your clit was begging—fattened, flushed dark, peeking out from its hood like it was throbbing for attention. The whole thing glistened under the fairy lights—sappy, cummy, so fucking wet it looked obscene.
Toji groaned—deep, guttural sound from his chest. His hands slid up your plush thighs—spreading you wider, thumbs hooking under the meat where thigh met hip so he could hold you open. Your pussy lips parted more—sticky strings stretching, then breaking—revealing the creamy mess inside.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen. All swollen and leaky for me. Gonna taste every drop, baby. Gonna lick this sweet cunt clean till you’re shakin’.”
You whimpered—high, desperate—hips twitching up toward his face.
He leaned in slow—hot breath fanning over your clit first, making it jump. Then his tongue—flat and wide—dragged up the entire length of your slit in one long, slow lick. From your dripping hole to the tip of your clit. Thick gluey slick coated his tongue instantly—sweet, tangy, so fucking much of it he had to swallow hard. He groaned against you—vibration rumbling straight through your core.
“So sweet,” he praised, voice muffled as he licked again—slower this time, savoring. “Taste like fuckin’ heaven. My good girl’s pussy all creamy and ready. Doin’ so perfect for me.”
His tongue circled your clit—gentle flicks at first, then slow, broad laps that made your hips buck. One big hand slid up to your soft tummy—palm spreading wide over the plush curve, holding you down gentle while his mouth worked. The other kept your thigh spread—thumb stroking soothing circles on the inner meat while he sucked your clit between his lips—soft pull, then release, then pull again.
You were moaning nonstop—loud, wrecked sounds filling the small room. Slick gushed fresh with every lick—thick ropes of it coating his chin, dripping down his neck. He didn’t stop. Just kept lapping—messy, hungry—tongue dipping into your tight hole to scoop out more of that gluey cream, then dragging back up to suckle your clit like it was candy.
“Look at her clenchin’,” he murmured between licks, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “So tight and needy. Gonna come for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me drink all this pretty mess while you fall apart?”
His tongue plunged deeper—fucking slow into your hole—then pulled out to circle your clit again. Hand on your tummy pressed firmer—feeling the way your muscles quivered under his palm.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, voice thick with praise. “Doin’ so good. Such a sweet girl lettin’ me eat this pussy. Gonna make you come so hard you soak my face. Then I’m gonna do it again. Gonna keep goin’ till you’re cryin’ my name.”
He sucked harder—lips sealing around your clit, tongue flicking fast now—and your whole body arched—thighs shaking, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from your open mouth again as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly.
Toji didn’t let up. Just kept licking—slow, filthy, worshipping—talking you through every tremor, every gush of slick, every broken whimper.
“My perfect girl,” he rasped against your dripping cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste how good I make you feel.”
And with one more long, slow drag of his tongue—circling your begging clit just right—you shattered.
You came hard—harder than you ever had alone in this little bed with your fingers or that cheap little vibe tucked in your drawer. Whole body seized up like lightning hit your spine, thighs clamping around Toji’s head on instinct, plush hips bucking wild against his mouth while thick ropes of slick gushed straight onto his tongue. Your clit throbbed against his lips—fat, swollen, pulsing like a second heartbeat—and he didn’t pull away. Didn’t even flinch. Just groaned deep into your cunt like the taste of your orgasm was the only thing he’d been starving for all summer.
“Thaaat’s it,” he rasped, voice muffled and wrecked against your dripping folds. “Come all over my face, sweetheart. Fuck—look at her spillin’ for me. So sweet. So fuckin’ messy.”
He kept licking—slow, greedy laps through the aftermath—cleaning up every fresh gush like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop. Your pussy lips were puffy and flushed dark now, glossy with spit and cum, parting easy every time his tongue nudged between them. Slick coated his chin, dripped down his scarred neck in shiny trails, soaked into the collar of his black shirt. The fairy lights caught it all—turning the mess iridescent, obscene, beautiful.
You were shaking—overstimulated already, clit so sensitive it hurt in the best way—but Toji wasn’t done. Not even close. Man-starved didn’t even cover it. He ate like he’d been denied pussy his whole life and yours was the first real meal he’d ever had.
Big hands shoved your thighs wider—thumbs hooking under the crease where thigh met hip, spreading you so open your tight little hole winked at him with every clench. He pulled back just enough to look—eyes black with hunger, pupils blown wide—watching the way your fattened lips trembled, the way thick gluey strings of your arousal stretched between them like spider silk every time you fluttered.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, almost reverent. “This pretty cunt’s still cryin’ for more. Look how she’s clenchin’—all tight and needy even after comin’ that hard. Fuck, baby… you’re killin’ me.”
He dove back in—lips sealing over your clit again, sucking soft at first, then harder. Wet, filthy pulls that made your hips jerk, made your back arch off the mattress until your tits spilled free from under the rucked-up tank. His tongue flicked fast over the swollen bud—quick little lashes—then slowed to broad, dragging circles that had you sobbing.
“Toji—f-fuck—too much—s’too much—”
“Shhh,” he soothed without stopping, voice vibrating straight through your core. “You can take it. Doin’ so good for me. My perfect girl. Just lemme taste a little more. Gotta drink every drop this sweet pussy’s givin’ me.”
He licked lower—tongue plunging slow into your tight hole, fucking in and out with lazy thrusts that made obscene wet squelches fill the room. Your walls fluttered around him—greedy, sucking at his tongue like they wanted to keep him inside forever. He groaned—deep, guttural—then pulled out just to spit right onto your clit. Thick glob of his saliva landed hot and heavy, mixing with your slick, running down your folds in slow rivulets.
You whimpered—high, broken—when he blew a soft puff of air over the mess. Cool breath hitting your overheated, spit-slick clit like ice on fire. Your whole pussy jolted—clit jumping, hole clenching hard enough to push out another bead of thick cream that dripped slow down your ass.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, watching it with dark, fascinated eyes. “Look at her twitch. Sensitive little thing. Love how she jumps when I blow on her. Gonna make her come again just like this—overstimulated and shakin’.”
He sucked your clit back into his mouth—gentle this time, lips soft around the swollen bud while his tongue lapped slow, soothing circles. One hand slid up your soft tummy—palm spreading wide over the soft give of skin, fingers splaying to feel every quiver of your muscles. The other kept your thigh pinned—thumb stroking slow, reassuring circles on the inner skin like he was petting you through the overstimulation.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured between sucks, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back in. “Lettin’ me eat this messy cunt even when it’s too much. Takin’ everything I give you. So pretty when you cry for me like this.”
He licked into you again—deeper this time—tongue curling to scoop out the thickest parts of your cream, feeding it back to your pussy with slow, filthy thrusts. Then he pulled out—lips shiny, chin dripping—and spat again. Right onto your hole this time. Watched it slide in, mixing with your slick until everything was glossy and obscene.
“Breathe, baby,” he cooed, blowing another soft puff over your clit—watching it throb, watching your hips buck helpless. “Just breathe. Gonna make you come again. Gonna suck this pretty clit till you’re soakin’ the sheets even more. Wanna see how many times I can make her gush before you’re beggin’ me to fuck you.”
Your hands flew to his hair—fingers tangling in the black strands, pulling hard enough to make him growl against you. But he loved it. Loved the way you were falling apart—drooling again, spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as another wave built fast and brutal in your belly.
He sucked harder—lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing—tongue flicking relentless over your clit while he hummed low, vibrations rumbling straight through you. His free hand pressed firmer on your tummy—feeling the way your muscles clenched, the way your whole body trembled on the edge.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he praised, voice thick and wrecked. “Give it to me. Come all over my tongue again. Let me taste how overstimulated this sweet pussy gets for me. My good girl—my perfect, messy, drippin’ girl.”
One more long, slow drag of his tongue—circling your clit just right, then plunging back into your clenching hole—and you shattered again. Harder. Louder. Whole body convulsing, thighs shaking around his head, slick gushing in thick spurts that coated his mouth, his chin, the sheets beneath you.
Toji drank it all—groaning like a man possessed—licking slow through the aftershocks, soothing your twitching clit with soft kitten licks while you sobbed his name, overstimulated and wrecked and still so fucking needy for more.
He finally pulled back—lips swollen, face a mess of spit and cum—eyes locked on yours with that dark, adoring hunger.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, crawling up your body slow, caging you under his broad frame. “You taste like sin. Like every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His mouth found yours—slow, deep kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Thick fingers slid between your thighs again—petting your soaked, puffy pussy gentle now, soothing the oversensitive folds.
“Still shakin’,” he murmured against your lips, smiling soft and filthy. “Still drippin’. Think you can take my cock now, sweetheart? Or you need me to eat this pretty cunt one more time first?”
Your answer was a broken whimper—hips canting up toward his hand, begging without words.
He chuckled low—dark, tender.
“That’s my girl.”
Toji finally pulled his mouth off your wrecked pussy—lips swollen dark red, chin glistening with thick ropes of your slick and his spit that stretched and snapped every time he moved. He stayed crouched between your trembling thighs for a second longer, just staring at the mess he’d made: your fat pussy mound all shiny and puffy, lips parted and drooling slow streams of cream down your ass crack onto the already soaked sheets. Your clit was a throbbing little pearl now—fattened up dark and glossy, peeking out like it was begging for one more touch even after two brutal orgasms. Your tight hole kept clenching on nothing—suckling air, pushing out fresh beads of gluey slick that made obscene wet sounds in the quiet room.
He groaned low—sound ripped from deep in his chest—and palmed his cock through his sweats again. Harder this time. Rough squeeze that made the thick vein along the underside jump under his hand. The front of the gray fabric was wrecked—dark wet patch spreading from the fat, leaking tip, glossy pre soaking through in thick globs that clung to the cotton like honey. You could see the outline perfect now: his fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up for you, swollen and heavy, curving slightly to the left, the round mushroom head so chubbed and flushed it looked angry.
“Fuck, look what you did to me, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with want. “Got me so hard it hurts. Leakin’ like a faucet just from tastin’ this pretty cunt. You see how much pre I’m givin’ you? All for this messy little pussy.”
He shoved his sweats down slow—enough to free himself. Cock sprang out heavy—thick base dusted with dark hair, shaft veined and ridged, fattened tip glossy with a fat pearl of pre that beaded at the pink slit and dripped slow down the underside. It bobbed once—smacking wet against his abs—before he wrapped one scarred hand around the middle and gave himself one lazy stroke. More pre welled up—thick and clear—dribbling over his knuckles.
Your mouth watered. Your pussy clenched hard—sappy walls fluttering, clit jumping at the sight. You were so wet still—thicker now, gluey strands webbing between your lips every time your hips twitched.
Toji crawled up your body—slow, predatory—caging you under his broad frame. One thick forearm braced beside your head, the other hand guiding his cock down between your thighs. He didn’t push in. Not yet. Just rubbed—slow, filthy drags of that fattened round tip through your glossed folds.
The head was scorching hot—swelled up so big it parted your puffy lips easy, spreading them wide around the blunt crown. Your clammy, glued pussylips sucked at him—clinging wet every time he dragged back, strings of your slick stretching from your hole to his tip like they didn’t want to let go. He nudged your clit with the slit—smearing thick pre over the aching bud—making it throb harder, making you whimper high and broken.
“Feel that?” he murmured, voice low and mean-teasing as he rocked slow. “Fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up just for you. Rubbin’ right through these glossy folds. Your sweet little pussy’s kissin’ me back—suckin’ on the tip like she’s tryin’ to pull me in.”
You nodded—frantic, drool slipping from your open mouth again—hips canting up to chase more friction. Your clit was so achy—fattened and sensitive—every glide of his swollen head over it sent sparks shooting up your spine.
Toji chuckled—dark, filthy sound—then pressed firmer. The round tip notched right at your entrance—stretching the tight ring just enough to make your hole flutter and suckle greedy around him. Not inside. Just teasing. Just enough to feel how hot and wet and ready you were.
“Look how she’s grippin’,” he praised, eyes locked on where your pussy lips hugged the head of his cock—clinging, glossy, dripping. “Tight little hole sucklin’ like she’s starvin’. Fuck, baby—you’re so so wet. Drippin’ all over my dick before I even get in. Such a needy girl.”
He rocked again—slow, deliberate—dragging that fattened tip up your slit to bump your clit, then back down to nudge your hole. Pre mixed with your slick—making everything slippery, obscene, the wet schlick schlick schlick filling the room every time he teased. Your clit throbbed harder—achy, begging—every time the ridge of his crown caught it just right.
“Toji—please—” Your voice cracked—high, pleading. “Need it… need you inside…”
He groaned—deep rumble that vibrated through both of you—then leaned down to kiss you slow and filthy. Tongue sliding against yours while he kept that mean, teasing rhythm: fat tip rubbing through your folds, bumping your clit, nudging your hole, spreading you open without giving you what you craved.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, voice wrecked with restraint. “Gonna tease this sweet pussy a little longer. Wanna feel how much wetter you get. Wanna watch this fat little cunt cry for my cock till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’.”
One big hand slid under your ass—lifting your hips just enough to change the angle. Now every slow drag had his swollen tip catching right on your entrance—stretching the rim, making your walls flutter desperate around nothing. Your clit dragged along the thick underside of his shaft—veins bumping the sensitive bud—sending fresh gushes of slick coating him.
“Feel how hard I am for you?” he rasped, rocking firmer. “All this thick pre leakin’ just thinkin’ about sinkin’ into this tight, sappy hole. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. So ready. But I wanna hear you beg a little more. Wanna hear how bad my good girl needs this fat cock stretchin’ her open.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders—nails digging into hard muscle—hips rolling up frantic to chase the tease. Slick squelched loud between you—gluey strands clinging to his shaft, dripping down his heavy balls that brushed your ass with every rock.
“Toji—please—fuck—need you so bad—” You were babbling now—voice wrecked, drool slipping down your chin. “Want your cock… want it deep… please—”
He smiled—slow, mean, adoring—then kissed you again—deep and claiming—while his hips kept that torturous rhythm: fat fuckin’ cock rubbing slow through your glossed folds, teasing your achy clit, nudging your suckling hole, making you drip and clench and beg for the stretch you were dying for.
“Soon, baby,” he promised, voice thick with hunger. “Gonna give you every thick inch. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy so good you’ll feel me for days. But first… keep beggin’. Keep drippin’. Show me how desperate my sweet girl is for it.”
And he kept teasing—slow, filthy, relentless—until your whole body was trembling, pussy clenching empty and greedy, clit throbbing achy and swollen, slick pooling under your ass in a sticky puddle while he watched you fall apart under his mean, loving touch.
Toji’s hips stilled for a second—fat, glossy cockhead still notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring of your hole just enough that it fluttered desperate around him. Your clammy, slick walls were sucking greedy at the swollen tip—like your pussy was trying to pull him deeper even while fighting the stretch. He was so fuckin’ thick—round mushroom head bloated and veined, ridged crown catching on every soft fold as he pushed forward slow, agonizingly slow.
You gasped—sharp, high sound that cracked into a whimper—back arching off the mattress, plush thighs trembling where they were hooked over his hips. Your hole clenched hard on instinct—clammy and hot and so so tight it made his breath hitch rough in his throat.
“Fuck—easy, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice low and wrecked, one big scarred hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips just a fraction higher. “You’re grippin’ me like a vice already and I’ve barely got the tip in. So fuckin’ tight… this pretty little cunt’s never taken anything this big, huh?”
You shook your head—frantic little jerks—drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again as you stared up at him with glassy, pleading eyes. Your clit was still achy and swollen from his tongue, throbbing every time the base of his shaft dragged against it on accident. Slick poured out around his tip—thick, gluey strands coating the fat crown, dripping down his heavy balls in slow, shiny rivulets.
Toji groaned—deep, guttural—forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second while he fought not to just slam home. His cock throbbed hard inside that tiny stretch—veins pulsing against your clenching walls, pre leaking in fat pulses that mixed with your cream and made everything even messier.
“Look at you tryin’ so hard for me,” he praised, voice soft and thick with adoration even as his hips rocked in tiny, teasing nudges. “Takin’ just the tip like such a good girl. Feel how she’s suckin’ on me? Fuck—your hole’s so tight and wet, baby. Grippin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go.”
He pushed forward another fraction—barely an inch more—and your pussy resisted, walls fluttering wild around the fattened ridge of his crown. The stretch burned sweet—hot, aching fullness that made your toes curl and your nails rake down his broad back through the tight black shirt. A fresh gush of slick squirted out around him—coating his shaft, dripping onto the sheets in a sticky puddle.
“Haaah—Toji—” Your voice broke—high and wrecked—hips twitching up like you couldn’t decide if you wanted more or needed a second to breathe.
“Shhh, I got you,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth slow and filthy—tongue flicking out to catch the drool on your chin. “Doin’ so perfect. So so tight for me… gonna make it fit, yeah? Gonna stretch this sweet little pussy slow till she’s huggin’ every thick inch. You’re my good girl—my perfect, drippin’ girl. Just breathe for me.”
His free hand slid up your soft tummy—palm spreading wide over the plushness their, fingers splaying to feel the way your muscles quivered under him. He rocked again—tiny, shallow thrusts that barely moved the tip in and out, just enough to let your walls flutter and adjust around the blunt head. Every nudge made obscene wet sounds—schlick schlick schlick—your slick squelching loud around him, strings of it clinging to his veined shaft like they were trying to keep him buried.
“Feel that burn, baby?” he cooed, voice low and praising as he watched your face—eyes locked on every flutter of your lashes, every tremble of your lips. “That’s me openin’ you up. So tight it’s squeezin’ the pre right outta me… fuck, you’re leakin’ all over my cock. Such a messy, needy cunt. Love how she’s fightin’ me and still beggin’ for more.”
He pushed again—slower this time—watching with dark, hungry eyes as another inch sank in. Your hole stretched wider—puffy lips hugging the thickest part of his crown, clinging glossy and white-knuckled around him. The stretch was obscene—your clit jumping every time the ridge dragged over it on the way in, fresh cream bubbling out to coat him.
“Haaah—fuck—there we go,” he breathed, thumb stroking slow circles over your lower belly where he could feel the faint bulge starting to form just from the tip and a little more. “Look at that… already makin’ a pretty little bump and I’m not even halfway. So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart. Takin’ me like you were made for it.”
You were sobbing now—soft, broken sounds—hips canting up helpless, trying to take more even as your walls spasmed around the invasion. Slick poured steady—thick and gluey—drenching his balls, soaking the sheets under your ass in a warm, sticky mess.
Toji leaned down—kissed you deep and slow—tongue sliding against yours while he kept those tiny, rocking thrusts. Just the tip popping in and out—stretching you open, teasing your clenching hole, making your clit throb against the veined underside every time he pulled back.
“Doin’ so good,” he whispered into your mouth between kisses. “My sweet girl takin’ just the tip so perfect. Gonna keep goin’ slow—gonna make it fit inch by inch till this fat cock’s buried deep where she needs it. You feel how hard I am for you? How much I’m leakin’? All ‘cause this tight little pussy’s grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.”
One more gentle push—another thick inch sliding in—and your back bowed, moan ripping out loud and raw as your walls fluttered wild around him. He stilled again—letting you adjust—forehead pressed to yours, breath ragged.
“Almost there, baby,” he praised, voice thick with restraint and adoration. “So so tight… but you’re takin’ me so good. My perfect girl. Gonna fill you up soon—gonna stretch this clammy hole till it’s huggin’ every veiny inch. Just a little more… just breathe and let me make it fit.”
His thumb found your clit—slow, gentle circles over the swollen bud while he rocked shallow—keeping you on that razor edge of stretch and pleasure. Slick gushed fresh with every tiny thrust—coating him, dripping down, making the slide just a little easier even as your pussy fought to keep him right where he was.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your tear-streaked cheek. “Tell me how full you are already… how much you need the rest.”
Your answer was a broken whimper—hips rolling up desperate, pussy clenching hard around just the tip and a little more.
“Need… need all of you… please, Toji—”
He smiled—slow, filthy, so fucking tender—then kissed you again—deep and claiming—while his hips started that slow, relentless push forward again.
“That’s my girl,” he rasped against your lips. “Gonna give you everything. Gonna make this tight little cunt take every thick inch till you’re cryin’ and comin’ all over me.”
And inch by torturous inch—he kept making it fit. Slow. Sweet. Praising you through every clench, every gush, every trembling stretch until your pussy finally started to yield—walls fluttering open, sucking him deeper, greedy and wrecked and so so ready for the rest.
Then Toji’s patience snapped like a thin wire—low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his big scarred hands clamped around your soft waist. No warning. No gentle coaxing. Just raw, starving need. He grabbed your little body like it was his to manhandle—rough palms digging into plush hips, flipping you onto your side in one swift yank that made the mattress springs squeak protest.
“Fuck—can’t take it anymore,” he rasped, voice thick and wrecked. “Need to go deeper. Need this tight cunt stuffed full—gonna make her take every fuckin’ inch now.”
He dragged you down the bed—sheets tangling around your ankles—until your ass hung off the edge just enough, cheeks jiggling from the rough pull. Your face mashed into the rumpled comforter—cheek smushed against the soft fabric, drool already pooling under your open mouth. One hand flew out on instinct—fingers clutching the fluffy stuffed bear you kept on the pillow (the one with the little bow tie you’d had since middle school), knuckles white as you gripped it like a lifeline while your body arched helpless.
Toji pressed your legs together—thick thighs pressing your plush ones tight, forcing your chubby little cunt to pucker even more obscene. Your fat pussy lips squished together now—glossy and swollen, the plump folds mashed into one slick, puffy seam that barely parted for the fat pink tip still teasing your entrance. The position made everything tighter—your gummy walls clenching harder, clit trapped between those squeezed-together lips, throbbing achy and trapped against the pressure.
He lined up—veined, thick cock throbbing heavy in his fist—and pushed.
No slow tease this time.
The fat crown speared past your puckered entrance with a wet, filthy pop—stretching those mashed-together lips wide around his girth. Your hole sucked greedy—clenching so tight it made his eyes roll back—but he didn’t stop. Just kept feeding inch after thick, veined inch into your poor stuffed cunt, the squeeze so intense it forced thick ropes of your gooey cream to bubble out around him, coating his shaft in shiny white strands that dripped slow down your inner thighs.
“Haah—fuck—listen to her,” he groaned, hips snapping forward harder now that the angle let him sink deeper. “This chubby little cunt’s cryin’ so loud for me. Squeezin’ like she’s scared I’ll pull out… but she’s suckin’ me right back in. Fuckin’ perfect.”
You wailed—high, lewd, broken cries muffled into the mattress—voice cracking every time his cock punched deeper. Never been fucked like this—legs squeezed shut making your pussy feel impossibly smaller, every ridge and vein dragging slow and mean along your gummy walls. Your fat lips puckered tight around his base—stretched thin and glossy, clinging desperate like they were molded to his shape. The pressure mashed your clit right against the thick underside of his shaft—rubbing it raw with every brutal thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine until your toes curled hard.
Toji lost it—completely.
Big hands gripped your hips—fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to bruise—and he started pounding. Deep, mean strokes that bottomed out with a wet slap every time his heavy balls smacked your clit. Precum and your thick cream mixed into a frothy mess—squirting out around his cock with every pull-back, dripping in sticky webs down your thighs, soaking the edge of the bed where your ass hung off.
“Goddamn—look at this mess you’re makin’,” he panted, voice rough and praising all at once. “Gooey little pussy just spillin’ everywhere for me. So fuckin’ cute how she’s creamin’ all over my dick… takin’ it so deep even when she’s squeezed this tight. My good girl—my filthy, drippin’ girl.”
Your cries turned desperate—muffled sobs into the stuffed bear you were clutching, tears streaking hot down your cheeks. Every thrust punched the air out of your lungs—cockhead kissing your cervix mean and relentless, stretching your gummy walls wide around his veined thickness. Your clit rubbed merciless against him—trapped between those puckered lips, swollen and throbbing—building that coil tighter and tighter until your whole body shook.
“Feel that?” he growled, leaning over you—broad chest pressing to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. One hand slid up to cup your soft tummy—palm pressing down so he could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. “Feel how deep I am, baby? Stuffin’ this chubby cunt so full she’s leakin’ like a faucet. Gonna make her come like this—legs squeezed, clit rubbin’ raw, pussy stretched mean around every thick inch.”
He snapped his hips harder—angle perfect now—cock dragging right over that spongy spot inside while his shaft ground against your trapped clit. Slick squelched loud—obscene, wet slaps filling the room—your gooey cream frothing white at the base of his cock, dripping in thick strands every time he pulled back.
You shattered—hard.
Whole body convulsing—walls clamping down like a vice around his pounding cock, milking him greedy as you screamed into the mattress. Fresh gushes of slick squirted out around him—hot and messy—soaking his balls, drenching the sheets, making every thrust even sloppier. Your clit throbbed wild against him—overstimulated and raw—sending aftershock after aftershock ripping through you until your legs shook uncontrollably.
Toji groaned—deep, feral—hips stuttering as your pussy sucked him in tight.
“Fuck—yeah—come on my cock, sweetheart,” he praised, voice breaking with how close he was. “Squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight… makin’ such a cute mess fer me. Good girl—my perfect, creamy girl. Gonna fill this stuffed cunt up soon… gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”
He didn’t stop—kept fucking you through it—mean, deep thrusts that made your ass jiggle, made your cries turn hoarse and wrecked. His veined cock dragged slow and filthy through your fluttering walls—still so tight from your legs squeezed together—clit still rubbing helpless against him with every slam.
“Haah—fuck—not done yet,” he rasped, hand sliding down to spread one cheek—exposing where you were stretched obscene around him. “Gonna keep goin’. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy till she’s cryin’ for more… till you’re so full of cum you can’t move.”
And he did—pounding harder, deeper, meaner—while you clutched your stuffed bear tighter, face buried in the mattress, drooling and sobbing and coming undone again and again around the thick cock that finally fit all the way inside your chubby, gooey, perfect little cunt.
Toji’s hips rolled in one long, deliberate drag—pulling back just enough that the thick, veined shaft of his cock started to slip free from your stuffed little hole. Your sloppy pussy didn’t want to let go. Gummy walls clenched down hard—squeezin’ greedy around every ridge and bump like they were scared he’d leave you empty. The foreskin bunched up soft and slick around the fattened base of his crown as he withdrew—pink tip glistening obscene with a thick coat of your cream and his own sappy pre, strings of it stretching taut between your puffy lips and his shaft before snapping wetly against your inner thighs.
You whined—high, broken, face mashed deeper into the mattress—cheek smushed against the soft fur of your stuffed bear, fingers clutching the little plush thing so tight the seams strained. Drool pooled under your open mouth, soaking the fabric while your hips twitched back helpless, chasing the stretch even as he teased you with the slow retreat.
“Fuck—listen to that,” he rasped, voice low and filthy-thick with awe. “This nasty lil’ pussy’s makin’ the sloppiest sounds just ‘cause I’m pullin’ out. Squelchin’ like she’s beggin’ me to stay buried. So fuckin’ greedy, baby.”
He didn’t let you go empty for long.
Right when the fat pink tip was almost out—your hole fluttering desperate around the ridge—he leaned over you again—broad chest pressing hot to your back—and spat. Thick, heavy glob of spit landed right on your stretched entrance—hot and messy—sliding down the puffy seam of your mashed-together lips before dripping slow into the clenching ring still hugging his crown. The added slick made everything even nastier—your syrup-thick cream mixing with his spit, bubbling white and frothy where your walls gripped him.
Toji groaned—deep rumble that vibrated straight through you—and pushed forward again. Slow. Mean. Feeding every thick inch back into your little fat pussy until his hips slapped flush against your ass—balls heavy and wet smacking your clit trapped between those squeezed thighs. Your pussy sucked him in greedy—gummy walls fluttering wild, clinging so tight it made his eyes roll back.
“Haah—there we go,” he praised, hands clamping harder on your soft waist—fingers sinking into plush flesh like you really were his personal fleshlight, something soft and warm and perfect to use slow and deep. “Takin’ me all the way again. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart? Cockhead kissin’ your cervix… stretchin’ this sloppy hole wide. God—your pussy’s so fuckin’ good. So tight even after all that cream you just gushed.”
He drew back again—slow, torturous—watching the way your fat pussylips dragged along his veined shaft, clinging glossy and swollen, trying to keep him inside. Nasty lil’ squelches filled the room—wet, obscene pops every time he pulled out halfway—your syrup-thick pussy noisily protesting, cream bubbling out in thick white rings around his base, dripping slow down your inner thighs in sticky trails that soaked the edge of the mattress.
You sobbed—muffled into the stuffed bear—whole body trembling as he manhandled you deeper into the bed. One big hand slid up your spine—pushing your face firmer into the comforter—while the other gripped your waist harder, yanking your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust. He spread your fat pussylips wider with his thumbs—peeling them apart even as your legs stayed squeezed tight together—exposing the glossy pink inside where his thick cock was splitting you open.
“Look at her stretch,” he growled, voice wrecked with how good it felt. “These plump lil’ lips puckered so tight around me… huggin’ every veiny inch like she was made for this cock. Fuck—baby, you’re ruinin’ me. This pussy’s too perfect… too sloppy… too fuckin’ tight.”
He bottomed out again—harder this time—cockhead bullying deep until you felt that familiar bulge in your lower tummy, the faint swell under his palm when he pressed down. Your clit rubbed raw against the underside of his shaft—trapped and throbbing—every drag sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until your thighs shook uncontrollably.
Toji didn’t speed up. Didn’t rush. Just kept that slow, deep rhythm—drawing back until only the fat tip stretched your entrance, then sinking all the way in with one long, filthy glide. Each pull-out made your pussy squelch louder—cream frothing white at his base, dripping in thick ropes—each push-in forced more of your gooey slick to bubble out around him, coating his balls, soaking your ass cheeks, turning everything into a warm, sticky mess.
“God—feel that?” he rasped, leaning down to nip the shell of your ear—breath hot and ragged. “How your pussy’s clenchin’ every time I try to pull out? Squeezin’ like she don’t ever wanna be empty. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ girl. Takin’ this thick cock so deep… makin’ such cute, nasty noises for me.”
His hands tightened on your waist—using you like he owned you—pulling your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust while he ground deep, letting the fat crown drag over that spongy spot inside until your cries turned hoarse and wrecked. Your stuffed bear was crushed against your chest now—fingers white-knuckled—face buried so deep in the mattress you could barely breathe around the drool and tears.
He spat again—thick glob landing right where you were stretched widest around him—watching it slide in, mixing with the mess until everything was even slicker, even messier.
“Not stoppin’,” he promised, voice low and filthy-sweet. “Gonna keep fuckin’ this little pussy slow… deep… till she’s cryin’ and comin’ again. Till you’re so full of my cum you can’t move. Till every time I pull out you’re squirtin’ that syrup-thick cream all over me.”
One more long, slow drag out—your pussy noisily protesting with wet, lewd squelches—then he sank back in deep—bottoming out with a wet slap that made your ass jiggle, clit grind hard against him, walls flutter wild around every thick, veined inch.
“Haah—fuck—there’s my girl,” he groaned, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Takin’ it so good… makin’ me lose my fuckin’ mind. Gonna keep usin’ you just like this… slow… deep… till you’re nothin’ but a creamy, shakin’ mess for me.”
And he did—kept that torturous rhythm—hands bruising your waist, cock stretching your sloppy hole wide, foreskin bunched and slick, spit and cream mixing into the nastiest mess while you clutched your stuffed toy for dear life, sobbing his name into the mattress, pussy clenching greedy and wrecked around the thick cock that owned you completely.
Toji’s hips stayed buried deep—thick cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls that pulling out even an inch felt like fighting gravity. But he didn’t need to thrust right now. Not when he had you exactly where he wanted: face-down ass-up on the edge of the bed, legs squeezed shut, chubby pussy lips puckered and swollen around the base of his shaft like a glossy, creamy ring. Your pretty little hole was still fluttering around him—suckling greedy on every ridge—even after the last brutal orgasm ripped through you, leaving your thighs trembling and slick dripping in slow, syrupy ropes down the insides of your legs.
He leaned over you slow—broad chest pressing hot to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours—until his scarred lips brushed the shell of your ear. One big hand stayed clamped on your soft waist—fingers digging possessive bruises into plush flesh—while the other slid down between your squeezed-together thighs. Rough callused fingertips found your puffed-out clit immediately—swollen fat and glossy from all the rubbing, peeking out from between those mashed puffy lips like a needy little button begging for more.
“Fuck—look at this messy thing,” he rasped, voice low and wrecked with hunger. “So puffed up… so gooey and sappy from comin’ all over my cock. Can’t even hide how bad she wants it.”
His fingers started moving—filthy, lazy circles right over the swollen bud. Not fast. Not rough. Just slow, deliberate rubs that made your clit jump and throb under the pad of his middle finger. He smeared your own thick cream around it—mixing it with the frothy white ring still clinging to his base—making every glide slicker, hotter, nastier. Your pussy clenched hard around his buried cock in response—walls fluttering wild, milking him greedy even though he wasn’t moving yet.
You whimpered—high, broken sound muffled into the stuffed bear you were still clutching like it could save you from how good it felt. Drool soaked the plush fur, tears streaking hot down your cheeks, whole body shaking as those filthy circles kept coming—round and round, slow pressure that built the ache back up fast.
“Haah—can’t stop touchin’ you, baby,” he groaned against your neck, nipping the soft skin where he’d already left dark bruises. “Even if I tried… fuck, this little clit’s too perfect. So fat and slippery… jumpin’ every time I rub right here.”
He pressed firmer—middle finger circling tighter now, thumb hooking under to spread your puffy lips just enough to expose more of that sensitive pearl. The motion dragged his cock the tiniest bit inside you—barely a rock, just enough to let the fat crown nudge your spongy spot while his fingers worked your clit relentless. Fresh slick gushed out around him—thick and syrupy—coating his hand, dripping down his wrist in warm rivulets that soaked into the sheets.
Your hips bucked back helpless—ass jiggling against his pelvis—trying to grind into his touch even as your pussy clenched tighter around the thick intrusion splitting you open. Every filthy circle sent sparks shooting straight up your spine—clit throbbing so hard it hurt in the sweetest way, walls spasming around his cock like they were trying to pull him even deeper.
“Goddamn—feel that?” he murmured, voice thick with praise and filth. “How your cunt ’s grippin’ me every time I rub this pretty clit? Squeezin’ like she’s beggin’ for more even though she’s already stuffed full. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ mess. Look how she’s leakin’ just from my fingers. So fuckin’ sensitive.”
He sped up just a fraction—circles turning tighter, faster—pad of his finger flicking quick over the swollen tip of your clit before smoothing back into those slow, filthy loops. Your cries turned desperate—hoarse and wrecked—muffled sobs into the bear as your thighs shook harder, pussy fluttering wild around his cock. Thick cream bubbled out with every clench—frothing white at his base, dripping in sticky strands that clung to his heavy balls.
Toji groaned—deep, feral—hips finally rocking once—slow, deep grind that dragged every veined inch along your gummy walls while his fingers never stopped. The dual sensation punched the air out of your lungs—clit rubbed raw and throbbing, cunt stretched wide and filled to the brim.
“Can’t get enough of touchin’ you,” he confessed, voice breaking with how wrecked he was. “This puffed-out little clit… so gooey and sappy… jumpin’ under my fingers like it’s alive. Fuck—baby, you’re gonna come again just like this. Gonna make this fat pussy squirt all over my hand while I’m still buried balls-deep.”
He pinched your clit gently—roll between thumb and finger—then went right back to those filthy circles, smearing more of your cream around the swollen bud until it glistened obscene under the fairy lights. Your whole body seized—back arching hard, ass pressing back desperate against him—walls clamping down like a vice around his thick cock.
“That’s it—come for me again,” he praised, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and ragged. “Let me feel this pussy milk me while I rub this pretty clit raw. My sweet girl… my filthy, creamy girl… gush for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I can’t stop touchin’ you.”
One more tight, filthy circle—pressing hard right over the tip—and you shattered.
Whole body convulsing—pussy clamping down brutal around his cock, walls fluttering wild as thick spurts of slick squirted out around him—hot and messy—soaking his hand, drenching his thighs, pooling warm under your ass on the already wrecked sheets. Your clit throbbed helpless under his fingers—overstimulated and raw—sending aftershock after aftershock ripping through you until your legs gave out completely.
Toji didn’t pull his hand away. Just kept those slow, soothing circles—gentle now—petting your puffed-out clit through the tremors while his cock stayed buried deep, throbbing hard inside your fluttering, creamy cunt.
“Haah—fuck—there’s my girl,” he rasped, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Comin’ so hard just from my fingers… makin’ such a cute, sloppy mess. Can’t stop touchin’ you, baby. Not when this little clit’s still jumpin’ for me… not when your pussy’s still grippin’ me like she never wants me to stop.”
He rocked once—slow, deep—letting you feel every thick inch while his fingers kept circling lazy, keeping you right on that overstimulated edge.
“Gonna keep goin’,” he promised, voice low and wrecked with adoration. “Gonna keep rubbin’ this pretty clit… keep fuckin’ you slow… till you’re cryin’ and squirting again. Till you’re nothin’ but a shakin’, creamy mess for me. My perfect girl… my filthy little thing… all mine.”
And he did—fingers never stopping those filthy circles, cock grinding deep and slow, turning you into a drooling, trembling puddle while your stuffed bear stayed clutched tight in your shaking hands, soaked with tears and drool and the endless proof of how good he made you feel.
Toji’s cock was buried to the hilt—thick, veined base flush against your swollen puffy lips, heavy balls pressed hot to your clit like they belonged there. Your little fat pussy was stretched obscene around him—gummy walls parted wide, clinging desperate to every ridged inch like they’d forgotten how to close. You were gaped already—poor hole fluttering open every time he stayed still too long, the rim puffy and flushed dark pink, glistening with thick layers of your syrupy cream and his endless pre. Slick dripped steady from where you were joined—slow, sticky ropes that clung to his shaft, webbing down to his balls, pooling warm under your ass on the wrecked sheets.
You were shaking—whole body trembling, face still mashed into the mattress, drool soaking the stuffed bear you clutched like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your cries had turned hoarse—soft, wrecked whimpers every time his cock throbbed deep inside, nudging that spongy spot that made your toes curl and your tummy quiver.
He groaned low—sound ripped from his chest like it hurt to feel how tight you still were even after all the pounding. Big scarred hands gripped your soft waist harder—fingers sinking into plush flesh—holding you exactly where he wanted while he started to pull out.
Slow.
Agonizingly slow.
The drag was filthy—every veined inch sliding free with wet, obscene schlicks that filled the room. Your pussy lips dragged along his shaft—puffy and glossy, clinging greedy like they didn’t want to let go. The fat pink crown caught on your rim—stretching it wider one last time—before popping free with a lewd, sucking pop. Your hole gaped open immediately—pink and wrecked, fluttering helpless around nothing, thick strings of cream stretching from your entrance to his dripping tip like obscene bridges before snapping wet against your inner thighs.
“Haah—fuck—look at that,” he rasped, voice thick and reverent. “This little hole’s gaped so pretty for me… still clenchin’ like she’s missin’ me already. So fuckin’ sloppy, baby. Drippin’ everywhere just ‘cause I pulled out.”
You whimpered—high, broken—hips twitching back instinctive, chasing the emptiness even as your walls fluttered wild. But Toji wasn’t done teasing.
He lined up again—fat tip nudging your gaping entrance, smearing thick pre over the stretched rim—then pushed.
Deeper.
Harder.
One long, brutal glide that sank every thick inch back inside until his hips slapped flush against your ass—cockhead bullying past your cervix, stirring your guts up in that dizzying, overwhelming way that made your eyes roll back. You felt him everywhere—hot, heavy fullness stretching from your stuffed hole all the way up like he was rearranging you from the inside. Your tummy bulged faintly under his palm when he pressed down—feeling the outline of his cock moving deep, claiming every inch of your soft insides.
“Fuuuck—there it is,” he growled, hips grinding slow circles now, letting you feel him throb against your deepest walls. “Feel me in your throat, sweetheart? Stirrin’ up these guts… makin’ this pretty pussy take me so deep she’s cryin’. My good girl… my perfect, stretched-out girl.”
Your cries turned guttural—raw, animal sounds muffled into the bear as he started thrusting again—long, punishing strokes that pulled almost all the way out every time, only to slam back in deeper, harder, stirring your insides into a gooey, creamy mess. Slick squirted out with every pull-back—thick and white-frothed—coating his shaft, dripping down your thighs in warm rivers that soaked everything beneath you.
Then his thick thumb found your tight puckered asshole.
He didn’t ask. Didn’t tease.
Just pressed the blunt pad right against the clenching ring—hot, callused pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your hole fluttered instinctive—tight and untouched—trying to push him out even as your pussy clenched harder around his pounding cock.
“Shhh—relax for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and filthy-sweet against your ear. “Gonna plug this pretty little hole too. Keep you so full… front and back… till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’ for me.”
He pushed—slow, insistent—thick thumb breaching the tight ring with a soft pop. The stretch burned sweet—foreign fullness that made your back arch hard, ass pushing back desperate onto both intrusions. Your asshole clamped down greedy around his thumb—sucking him in to the first knuckle—while your pussy fluttered wild around his thick cock, walls spasming so hard it milked another thick spurt of pre deep inside you.
“Haah—fuck—yeah,” he groaned, thumb sinking deeper—slow twist that made your hole clench and flutter around him. “Takin’ my thumb so good… tight little ass huggin’ me just like your pussy. Feel that? Both holes stuffed full… my cock stirrin’ your guts, thumb pluggin’ this pretty asshole. You’re mine, baby. All fuckin’ mine.”
He started moving—thumb rocking shallow in time with his deep thrusts—cock slamming home every time his thumb pushed in, pulling out together in filthy rhythm that made your whole body rock forward into the mattress. Your clit rubbed raw against the sheets now—trapped and throbbing—every grind sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until tears streamed hot down your cheeks.
Your cries were nonstop—hoarse, wrecked sobs into the stuffed bear—body trembling violent as he fucked you deeper, thumb plugging your ass, cock stretching your gaped pussy wide. Slick gushed with every thrust—thick, creamy ropes squirting out around his base, soaking his hand where it worked your plugged hole, drenching the bed in a warm, sticky puddle.
“God—look at you,” he praised, voice breaking with how close he was. “Takin’ everything… gaped pussy, plugged ass, guts all stirred up on my cock. Such a good girl… my filthy, creamy, stuffed girl. Gonna make you come like this—both holes filled, clit rubbin’ raw… gonna feel you milk me till I’m pumpin’ you full.”
He ground deeper—thumb twisting slow inside your tight ass, cockhead bullying your cervix—stirring everything up until the pressure coiled unbearable in your belly.
“Come for me, baby,” he rasped, lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek. “Come with my cock in your guts and my thumb pluggin’ this pretty ass. Squeeze me so tight I can’t hold back… gonna fill this stretched pussy up… gonna plug you with cum till it’s leakin’ out both holes.”
One more deep, brutal thrust—thumb sinking to the base, cock slamming home—and you shattered.
Whole body convulsing—pussy clamping like a vice around his thick shaft, asshole fluttering wild around his thumb, clit throbbing helpless against the friction. Thick spurts of slick squirted out around him—hot and messy—soaking everything as you screamed his name into the bear, tears and drool mixing on the sheets.
Toji groaned—deep, feral—hips stuttering as your walls milked him ruthless.
“Fuck—yeah—take it, baby,” he panted, grinding deep through your orgasm. “Gonna come… gonna fill this gaped little cunt… gonna plug you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
And with one last deep thrust—thumb buried in your ass, cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed, creamy hole—he started to spill. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your gummed walls—pulse after pulse—stirring your insides even more as he kept grinding slow, keeping you plugged front and back while you shook and sobbed and came undone completely around him.
And Toji Zenin still wasn’t done touching you.
Not by a long shot.
Toji finally eased his thumb out of your twitching little asshole—slow, careful, letting the tight ring flutter shut with a soft, wet sound that made your whole body shiver one last time. His cock slipped free next—thick length dragging along your ruined walls until the fat crown popped out with a lewd, sucking pop. A hot gush of cum followed immediately—thick, creamy ropes spilling from your gaping pussy in slow, obscene waves, dripping down your inner thighs, pooling sticky and warm beneath your ass on the already-soaked sheets.
You were trembling—completely spent—limbs heavy, breath coming in shaky little pants, face still buried halfway into the rumpled comforter with drool stringing from the corner of your swollen lips. Your stuffed bear was crushed forgotten against your chest, fur matted and damp from tears and spit and everything else.
Toji didn’t move away.
He rolled you gently—almost tenderly—onto your back, big scarred hands sliding under your soft thighs and waist to lift you like you weighed nothing. He settled between your spread legs again, kneeling tall over you, sweat-glistening chest heaving while he looked down at the absolute mess he’d made of his pretty girl.
Your pussy was wrecked—lips puffy and dark, gaping open just enough to show the creamy white mess inside, clit still swollen and flushed, twitching with aftershocks. Cum leaked out in lazy pulses, mixing with your own slick, running in glossy trails down your perineum.
But his eyes softened when they reached your face.
All tear-streaked cheeks, glassy eyes, puffy lips still shining with spit.
“My pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked but so fucking gentle now it made your chest ache.
He leaned down slow—big body blanketing yours without crushing you—and cupped your face in both rough palms. Thumbs brushed away the fresh tears clinging to your lashes, smearing them gently across your flushed skin.
Toji didn’t pull out.
Not even a little.
He stayed buried to the root—thick, heavy cock throbbing slow and deep inside your stuffed cunt, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls it felt like your pussy had forgotten how to exist without him filling it. The fat pink crown was pressed right up against your cervix—hot, insistent pressure that made your tummy flutter every time his heartbeat pulsed through the shaft. Cum was already leaking—thick, sticky ropes of it flooding your insides from the last brutal spill, so much that you could feel the warm, syrupy weight of it pooling deep in your guts, pressing against your walls like liquid heat.
Your poor hole was gaped just enough around his base—puffy lips stretched thin and glossy, clinging desperate to the thickest part of him like they were scared he’d slip free. But he wasn’t going anywhere. Just held you there—hips flush to your ass, one big scarred hand splayed wide over your soft tummy so he could feel the faint swell where his cock and all that cum were making you bulge ever so slightly from the inside.
“Shhh… just like this, sweetheart,” he murmured low against the back of your neck, lips brushing damp skin in soft, lazy kisses. “Just cock warming. No more fuckin’ right now. Gonna let this pretty pussy soak in every drop I gave her… keep her nice and full, yeah?”
You whimpered—soft, wrecked little sound muffled into the stuffed bear still clutched tight to your chest. Your whole body was trembling—overstimulated, oversensitive, thighs quivering where they were still squeezed shut around his hips. Slick and cum mixed into a warm, sticky mess between you—dripping slow out around his base in thick, pearly strands that clung to your inner thighs, soaking the sheets in a warm puddle that smelled like sex and him and you all tangled together.
He shifted—just a tiny rock of his hips, not thrusting, just enough to let his cock stir the cum inside you. The movement made a wet, filthy squelch—your walls fluttering greedy around him, milking another thick bead of leftover seed that oozed deeper into your guts. You felt it—hot and slippery—coating every inch of your gummy insides, threatening to drool out if he moved too much, but he didn’t. He just held you closer—arm banding around your waist, palm pressing firmer over that soft little bulge in your tummy like he was proud of how full he’d made you.
“Look how cute you are,” he whispered, voice rough and tender all at once. “Face all flushed… droolin’ on your lil’ bear… pussy so full of my cum she’s practically purring. My pretty girl… my perfect, creamy girl.”
He turned your face gently with scarred fingers under your chin—tilting you just enough so he could lean over your shoulder and kiss you slow. Soft at first—scarred lips brushing yours, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long smeared away. Then deeper—tongue sliding lazy against yours, swallowing every tiny whimper you gave him while his cock stayed perfectly still inside you, just throbbing, just warming, just owning.
You moaned into his mouth—soft, needy sound—as another warm trickle of cum leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips. Your clit—still swollen and achy—brushed the underside of his shaft with every tiny shift, sending little aftershocks through your core that made your walls flutter and clench around him again.
“Haah—fuck—there she goes,” he groaned against your lips, kissing you deeper, filthier. “Clenchin’ so sweet even when she’s just holdin’ me. Feel all that cum sloshin’ around inside you? So warm… so sticky… gonna keep it all plugged up in there till it’s leakin’ out slow for hours.”
His free hand slid up—cupped the side of your face—thumb stroking slow over your tear-streaked cheek while he kissed you again and again. Forehead pressed to yours now—breath mingling hot and ragged—green eyes dark and soft as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute like this,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead—lingering, reverent. “All hugged up on my cock… pussy threatenin’ to drool my cum everywhere but still grippin’ me so tight. My good girl… my sweet, stuffed girl. Just stay like this for me, yeah? Let me keep you warm… let me feel how full I made you.”
He rocked once—barely a movement, just a slow grind that stirred the thick load inside you without pulling out. More cum bubbled out—hot and slippery—coating your puffy lips, dripping slow down to where your clit throbbed against him. You whimpered—high and broken—hips twitching instinctive even though you were too spent to chase anything.
Toji shushed you gently—lips brushing your temple, your cheek, your mouth again in soft, endless kisses.
“Just this. Just me inside you… keepin’ all that cum nice and warm where it belongs. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… all hugged up and full for me.”
He wrapped both arms around you then—pulling your soft body back flush to his chest, cock still buried deep, still throbbing slow, still leaking the last drops into your stuffed, creamy pussy. Forehead kisses rained down—soft, sweet, filthy in the best way—while he held you close, letting you feel every heartbeat through his shaft, every warm pulse of cum settling deeper inside you.
“Stay just like this,” he whispered one last time, lips lingering on your forehead. “My cute, sweet girl… mine.”
And he didn’t move.
Just held you there—thick cock warming your poor, gaped, cum-stuffed pussy—while you trembled and whimpered and clung to your bear, face buried in his neck, soaking in the sticky, overwhelming heat of being so perfectly, completely full of him.
Toji’s arms locked around your waist like steel bands—scarred hands splaying wide over the soft curve of your lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to bruise the plush skin as he yanked you down hard. No warning. No slow descent. Just raw, possessive force that slammed your dripping pussy all the way onto his thick, throbbing cock in one brutal, claiming drop.
The stretch hit like lightning—your poor gaped hole forced to swallow every last veiny inch at once, walls parting wide around the fattened girth until his heavy balls slapped wet against your clit and the fat pink crown punched right up against the deepest part of your cervix. You felt it everywhere—hot, overwhelming fullness stretching from your stuffed entrance all the way up into your guts, making your tummy bulge visibly under his palm where he pressed down firm to feel himself buried inside you.
“Haah—fuck—there it is,” he growled low against the shell of your ear, voice wrecked and reverent, breath scorching your neck. “Takin’ every thick fuckin’ inch, sweetheart. All of it. No more teasin’. Just my cock stuffed deep where she belongs.”
Your cry ripped out raw and broken—high, desperate wail muffled into the crook of his shoulder as your body jolted from the sudden depth. Your gummy walls fluttered wild around him—clenching helpless, spasming like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to push him out or suck him deeper. Slick and leftover cum from before gushed out around his base in thick, creamy ropes—frothing white at the stretch, dripping slow down his heavy sack in warm, sticky trails that soaked into the sheets beneath you both.
He didn’t let you adjust. Just held you there—impaled, trembling, pussy clenching greedy around the full length of him—while one hand slid up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back gentle but firm so he could see your face. Tears streaked hot down your cheeks, lips swollen and parted in endless soft whimpers, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again like you’d forgotten how to swallow.
“Look at you,” he rasped, green eyes dark and blown with hunger as he stared down at where your puffy lips were stretched thin and glossy around his base—clinging so tight the rim looked almost white-knuckled. “My pretty girl takin’ everything… pussy so full she’s shakin’. Feel that? Feel how deep I am? Cockhead kissin’ your womb… stirrin’ up all that cum I already pumped in you.”
He rocked his hips once—slow, grinding roll that dragged every ridge along your fluttering walls without pulling out. The motion made a wet, filthy squelch—your stuffed pussy protesting the fullness even as it clenched harder, milking him greedy. More thick cream bubbled out—syrupy and white—coating his shaft, dripping down to where your clit throbbed helpless against the veined underside.
“Nngh—Toji—” Your voice cracked—hoarse and wrecked—nails raking down his broad back through the tight black shirt, leaving red trails over hard muscle. “S’too much… s’too deep—”
“Shhh, I know, baby,” he murmured, scarred lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek in soft, filthy kisses. “Doin’ so good though. Takin’ this fat cock like you were made for it. Feel how your pussy’s grippin’ me? Squeezin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go. My perfect girl… my sweet, stuffed, creamy girl.”
He pulled you down harder—another sharp yank that seated him impossibly deeper, crown bullying against that spongy spot inside until your back bowed, thighs trembling violent around his hips. Your clit ground raw against his pelvis—swollen and achy—every tiny shift sending sparks shooting through your core that made your walls flutter and clench harder around him.
Toji groaned—deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight through you—then wrapped both arms around your waist, crushing your soft body to his chest. One hand slid down to cup your ass—fingers spreading the plush cheeks wide so he could feel where you were stretched obscene around him—while the other pressed firm over that faint bulge in your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over the spot where he could feel himself moving inside.
“Fuck—look at this,” he breathed, voice thick with praise and filth. “My cock makin’ a pretty little bump right here… fillin’ you up so good you can see it. Gonna keep you right here… just like this… cock-warmin’ deep while I kiss this sweet mouth.”
He tilted your chin up—scarred thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip—then claimed your mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. Tongue sliding deep, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long gone, swallowing every broken whimper you gave him while his cock throbbed hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy. No thrusting. Just deep, possessive grinding—tiny rolls of his hips that stirred the thick load of cum already flooding your guts, making it slosh warm and sticky against your walls.
You moaned into his mouth—soft, needy sounds—as another warm trickle leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips to where your clit pulsed against him. Your pussy clenched helpless—fluttering wild—threatening to drool more of that creamy mess if he moved even a little, but he didn’t. Just held you impaled, full, trembling, while he kissed you deeper—tongue fucking slow into your mouth in the same lazy rhythm his cock was grinding inside you.
“So fuckin’ cute,” he whispered against your lips between kisses, forehead pressing to yours—breath mingling hot and ragged. “All hugged up on my dick… pussy so full she’s shakin’. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… takin’ everything I give her. Gonna stay just like this… keep you warm and stuffed… let you feel every thick pulse while I kiss you stupid.”
He pressed another soft kiss to your forehead—lingering, reverent—then your temple, your cheek, your mouth again—endless, filthy affection while his arms stayed locked around you, cock buried to the hilt, cum sloshing warm and sticky deep inside your gaped, creamy pussy.
“Mine,” he murmured one last time, lips brushing your forehead in a final, claiming kiss. “All fuckin’ mine.”
And he didn’t move.
Just held you there—thick cock warming your stuffed, trembling pussy—while you whimpered and clung and soaked in the overwhelming heat of being so completely, perfectly taken.
The room had gone quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan stirring the thick summer air, fairy lights flickering lazy gold across the rumpled sheets like dying embers. You were out cold—completely fucked-out and boneless—face half-buried in the crook of Toji’s neck, one arm slung loose over his chest, legs still tangled with his like you couldn’t bear to let go even in sleep. Your breathing had evened out into those slow, deep little puffs that made your lips part every exhale, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth onto his collarbone. Cute. Wrecked. His.
Toji hadn’t moved much since he’d pulled you down onto every thick inch and held you there—cock still buried deep, warming your stuffed pussy while the last pulses of his cum settled heavy and hot inside you. Your walls kept fluttering around him in tiny, sleepy spasms—soft little squeezes that milked another lazy bead of seed from his tip even though he wasn’t thrusting anymore. The mess between you was obscene: thick ropes of cum and your syrupy cream leaking slow out around his base, coating his heavy balls, dripping in warm, sticky trails down your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath your ass in a cooling puddle that smelled like sex and salt and him.
He stayed like that for a long while—arm banded around your waist, scarred palm resting possessive over the faint swell in your lower tummy where his cock and all that cum made you bulge just enough to feel under his hand. Every time you shifted in your sleep—tiny, unconscious roll of your hips—your pussy clenched tighter around him, gummy walls sucking greedy like even unconscious you didn’t want him to leave. It made his cock twitch—still half-hard, still leaking the last sluggish drops into your overflowing heat.
Eventually the ache in his thighs and the way your breathing had gone soft and even told him you were really gone—deep in that post-orgasm haze where nothing existed but warmth and fullness and him.
Toji exhaled slow through his nose—low, satisfied rumble in his chest—then started to move.
Careful. So fucking careful.
He slid one big hand under your thigh—lifting it just enough to ease the angle—while the other stayed splayed over your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over that soft pudge like he was soothing you even in your sleep. Then he pulled.
Slow.
Inch by torturous inch.
The drag was filthy—your poor gaped hole clinging desperate to every veiny ridge as he withdrew, gummy walls fluttering weak protests around the retreating thickness. Slick and cum made obscene wet sounds—soft schlicks and squelches that filled the quiet room—thick white cream bubbling out around his shaft the second he started to slip free. Strings of it stretched taut between your puffy lips and his glistening cockhead—snapping slow and wet against your inner thighs as he kept pulling.
When the fat pink crown finally popped free with a lewd, sucking pop, your hole gaped open—pink and wrecked, fluttering helpless around nothing. A thick gush of cum followed immediately—hot, sticky ropes drooling slow out of your stretched entrance, sliding down your ass crack in pearly trails, pooling warm under you on the already soaked sheets. Your clit—still swollen and flushed—twitched once at the sudden emptiness, a tiny bead of cream clinging to the tip like a pearl.
Toji stared—breath catching rough in his throat—at the sight of his cum leaking from your used little pussy. So much of it. Thick and white and endless, proof of how deep he’d fucked you, how full he’d kept you. Your pussy looked ruined in the prettiest way—lips puffy and parted, hole still trying to clench shut but too stretched to close completely, just drooling his load in slow, obscene pulses.
“Fuck,” he breathed—voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. Toji groaned low—quiet, reverent—eyes locked on the sight. His pretty girl’s pussy all sloppy and leaking his cum like she couldn’t help it even asleep. Fuck. Made his cock twitch soft against his thigh, already half-interested again for just looking.
He leaned down slow—careful not to jostle you too much—breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin and pressed the softest, filthiest kiss right to your swollen clit. Gentle. Worshipful. Lips barely brushing the swollen bud—warm, lingering press that made your hips twitch tiny in sleep, a soft whimper slipping from your throat. He kissed it again—slower—tongue flicking out just once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum still clinging there. Salty-sweet. Filthy. Perfect.
“My pretty girl,” he whispered against your pussy—voice so low it was more breath than sound. “Took me so deep… kept me warm all night. Look at you leakin’ my cum even when you’re sleepin’. So fuckin’ cute.”
Scarred lips brushing the sensitive bud—gentle, lingering—tongue flicking out once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum clinging there. You whimpered in your sleep, a soft, needy little sound. Your hips twitch forward instinctively even when unconscious, thighs trembling once before settling again.
One more kiss—open-mouthed this time—lips sealing soft around your clit for a heartbeat, sucking the tiniest pull that made your thighs tremble before he let go.
Toji smiled against your pussy—slow, dangerous, so fucking tender—then kissed higher: one soft press to your puffy mound, another to the soft dip of your lower belly where the bulge was slowly fading.
“Fuck… gotta move, baby,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with leftover lust and something softer underneath. “Your dad’s gonna be home soon. Can’t leave you lookin’ like this… all fucked-out and leakin’ me everywhere.”
He didn’t let you wallow in it.
He moved—careful, almost gentle—sliding off you and scooping your limp, trembling body into his arms like you weighed nothing. Your legs dangled uselessly; your head lolled against his shoulder; your ruined pussy leaked a slow, sticky trail down his abs as he carried you to the tiny attached bathroom.
He set you on the edge of the tub—soft, reverent—then ran warm water over a clean washcloth. No rough scrubbing. Just slow, careful wipes—dabbing away the cum and slick smeared across your inner thighs, between your ass cheeks, over your swollen mound. He was thorough—gentle thumbs parting your puffy lips just enough to clean the creamy mess still oozing from your gaping hole, wiping slow circles around your clit until you whimpered and twitched.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your forehead while he worked. “Gonna get you all clean… can’t have you drippin’ all over the place when your dad walks in.”
When you were as clean as he could get you—skin still flushed and sensitive, pussy still puffy and tender—he carried you back to the bed. He stripped the worst of the soaked sheets (bundling them into a ball to deal with later), flipped the comforter over the damp spot, and tucked you in slow—pulling the soft blanket up to your chin, smoothing it over your trembling body like you were something precious.
He knelt beside the bed for a long minute—just watching you—then leaned down and pressed a final, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. Slow. Drooly. Tongue brushing yours one last time like he was memorizing the taste. He pulled the rumpled sheet up over your body—tucking it around your shoulders gentle, careful, like you were something precious he didn’t want to break even though he’d just spent hours wrecking you, making sure your shoulders were covered, your bare feet hidden under the blanket. He smoothed a hand over your soft tummy—feeling the faint bloat still there from how full he’d left you—then leaned down to kiss your forehead too. Long, tender press of scarred lips.
“My good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, forehead resting against yours. “Took me so fuckin’ well… let me ruin you so pretty… now sleep, yeah? I’ll handle the rest. You just stay tucked in and dream about how full I made you.”
He kissed your forehead again—soft, possessive—then stood.
You watched through heavy lids as he pulled on his sweatpants (still stained, still smelling like sex), grabbed the bundled sheets, and slipped out the door quiet as a shadow.
The room smelled like him.
Like cum and sweat and summer heat.
Your pussy still ached—empty now but throbbing with the memory of how thick he’d been, how deep, how much he’d filled you.
You curled tighter under the blanket—legs pressed together to keep the lingering warmth inside—and drifted.
Reading all these fanfics about Adam in the forest makes me want to really live in the forest and have the luck to live the rest of my life with him...🥺
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