𓂃 𝜗℘ outlaw!toji always struggles to stay quiet while fucking you prone bone in your room.
“quiet, princess,” toji rasps against your ear, “y’r daddy’s room is right down the hall.”
he notches his fat tip at your pussy—stretching you open inch by torturous inch. your bed groans under his weight. he freezes halfway in, jaw clenched and every muscle locked. you whimper into his palm.
“fuck,” he breathes which is barely audible, “this damn bed of yours is gonna give us away.”
he tries to go slow to minimise noise. god, he tries. shallow rolls of his hips, barely rocking, keeping the old wooden frame from singing its betrayal. but you’re so tight and wet around him. the way your back arches just enough to push your ass higher makes his control fray. his free hand grips your hip, fingers digging bruises you’ll have to hide tomorrow.
the pace stays agonizingly measured at first—long drags that make your toes curl and your breath hitch against his calloused skin. every thrust threatens the creak. the headboard taps the wall once, soft as a heartbeat. he curses under his breath and stills again, buried to the hilt whilst his cock pulses inside you.
you clench around him on purpose, “mphh.. ‘ji—“
his hand tightens over your mouth in a silent warning. “oi, shush. . . fuckin’ brat.”
but toji can’t stop now. he drops his chest to your back, caging you completely, his heavy weight pinning you prone to the mattress. the new angle sinks his big cock in deeper.
“mmh!” you muffle a sob into the pillow. he starts moving again—slow and grinding rolls that drag every ridge along your wet insides without lifting off you. the bed protests in tiny, rhythmic squeaks he tries to smother with the rhythm of his breathing against your neck.
“gotta be good f’ me,” he smirks as his lips brush your ear. “can’t have the whole house know how pretty ya look stuffed full of this big, bad cock, hm?”
you’re trembling. your thighs are shaking and clit throbbing against the sheets with every slow grind. he shifts just enough to nudge that sweet spot inside you and you bite down on his palm to keep from crying out. he growls and finally gives in a fraction, hips snapping once and hard. the bedframe whines loud enough to make you both freeze.
he exhales through his nose, forehead pressed to your shoulder. “almost… shittttt, almost there. gonna fill you up so good, promise.”
one more sloppy thrust. then another. slow, punishing and possessive. his hand slips from your mouth to cradle the back of your neck instead, thumb stroking the pulse hammering there. it’s such a casual but sexy touch, and yet it makes you cum without warning.
“f! nghhh—“ you’re struggling to stay silent as your cunt clenches around him so tight he has to bite his own lip bloody to stay quiet.
he follows right after. he grinds in deep, spilling his sticky cum inside you with a choked groan. the bed creaks one last time as he collapses over you. both of you are panting, slick and trembling under the covers. he doesn’t pull out yet. as always. just presses a rough kiss to your temple.
“next time,” toji whispers, “i’m takin’ you to the barn. this bed’s gonna kill me before y’r old man ever gets the chance.”