toji fushiguro sometimes forgets to be gentle with you in bed, and ends up manhandling you.
toji fushiguro oftentimes forgets his strengths when he’s inside of you. too intoxicated in the pleasure of just how warm, and soft your walls tighten around him. how beautiful you looked with your back arched with arms hugging the pillow beneath you as you’re crying into feathered pillow.
every moan, every whimper, every choke was enough to make toji go absolutely feral. “god… damn, luv.” he huffs, voice laced in unrestrained lust as he tightens the grip on waist — his nails digging moon-shaped crescents into your flesh, earning a mantra of pleas as he feeds your pussy the meanest, cruelest thrusts.
the way he slams you against him, attempting to bury himself deeper inside you has you subconsciously running away. you feel him deep inside you, it’s almost too much before he’s dragging you back down his cock.
“c’mon…” he lets out a low groan, feeling the way your pussy chokes up around him. he’d be lying to himself if he said he hated whenever you’d run from the way he fucks you… it unlocks something carnal inside him, nothing shy of animalistic. “y’know better than that don’t you, girl?” his words drowned in a condescending manner, ducking to whisper against the shell of your ear as you whine.
though whining isn’t enough to get by him — no, toji makes you use your words. overstimulated, or not. too shy, or not — he’s making you say it pretty for him. he grinds his hips deeper than before, and you can feel it in your stomach as he presses more while earning a few inaudible noises from you.
plush lips parting, you open your mouth. “yes. i k-know, m—mhmgh!” you bite down your bottom lip as toji begins thrusting into you. the weight of his thrusts is enough to knock you forward, but his grip pins you in place. “yeah?” he murmurs, gliding his tongue across his upper row of teeth.
there’s absolutely no doubt that toji’s completely unaware of just how fragile you are underneath him. you’re barely even able to utter out a single word before there’s a moan ripping through your throat. his body is running solely on endorphins and dopamine, clouding his mind with nothing but a devotion of lust because he a greedy man who just needs more.
one of his calloused hands snakes up your spine to grab the back of your neck, rough and mean as you gasp out a cry.
“s’fine. toji knows exactly what to do with fussy girls like you, darlin’.”he rasps, low enough for your body to shudder.
