sucking toji off because he made you jealous (Ė¶Ėā¤ĖĖ¶)
the job takes exactly eight minutes longer than it should.
you know this because you've been counting. back pressed against the passenger seat of his black sedan, arms crossed tight over your chest as you watch him lean against the chain-link fence outside that rundown warehouse. he's got that grin on his faceāthe one that says he's enjoying himself way too much for someone who's supposed to be gathering intel on a target. the woman he's talking to is young, pretty in that desperate, cheap way that hangs around betting parlors. she's touching his arm. laughing too loud.
toji's wearing that black shirt you like, the one stretched thin over his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show the corded muscle of his forearms. he knows exactly what he's doing. the way he tilts his head, the lazy drag of his thumb along his bottom lip as he listens to her ramble. he's fishing for information. you know this. you knew this before you even got in the car.
doesn't make it sting any less.
he finally saunters back, sliding into the driver's seat with a satisfied grunt. the car smells like himācigarettes, gun oil, cheap cologne. he doesn't look at you as he turns the key, engine rumbling to life.
"she buy it?" you ask, voice flat.
"bought it, wrapped it, put a bow on it." he glances at you then, dark eyes glinting with amusement. "what's that face for?"
"nothing."
he laughs, low and rough, and pulls out of the lot. "jealous? cute."
you don't answer. just stare out the window as the city bleeds past in smears of neon and headlights. he keeps talkingāsomething about the target's schedule, a drop point, easy moneyābut you've stopped listening. your jaw is tight. fingers digging into your own arms.
he notices. of course he notices. toji doesn't miss much.
"hey." his hand lands on your thigh, warm and heavy. squeezes once. "i'm just doing my job. you know that."
"i know."
"you're still mad."
"i'm not mad."
he huffs a laugh, shaking his head. "stubborn."
the car pulls up to his placeāa rundown garage he calls a lab, where he tinkers with weapons and stores his gear. he kills the engine and reaches for the door handle, but you don't move. you're watching him. waiting.
"coming in?" he asks.
you unbuckle your seatbelt slowly. deliberately. you don't get out of the car.
instead, you climb.
the center console digs into your knee as you swing your leg over, settling into his lap with your back to the steering wheel. he raises an eyebrow, caught off guard for once. the hunter's instincts flicker, then settle into something darker when he sees the look in your eyes.
"oh," he says, voice dropping an octave. "so that's how it's gonna be."
you don't answer with words. you answer by reaching down, palming the growing bulge in his jeans. he's already half-hardāthe bastard gets off on making you jealous, you know that now. the realization should make you angry. instead, it just makes you want to ruin him.
his breath catches when you work his belt open, metal clinking in the quiet of the car. the leather of the driver's seat creaks as he shifts, letting you work. you pull his cock outāthick, heavy, already smearing a bead of precum across his stomach. he hisses when your fingers wrap around the base.
"thought you were mad," he says, but there's no bite in it. his hand finds your hip, grips hard enough to bruise.
"i'm not doing this for you." you lean down, lips brushing against the tip. "i'm doing this so you remember who you come home to."
his laugh dies in his throat when you take him in your mouth.
you don't start slow. you're too wound up for that. your lips seal around the head, tongue swiping across the slit, tasting salt and want. he groans, deep and guttural, and his hand slides from your hip to the back of your head. he doesn't push. just rests it there, fingers threading through your hair as you sink lower.
he fills your mouth completely, stretching your jaw. you breathe through your nose, adjusting to the weight of him on your tongue, then pull back with a wet sound before taking him deeper. his hips twitch. that vein on the underside of his cock pulses against your tongue.
"fuck," he mutters, head falling back against the headrest. "you're trying to kill me."
good.
you set a rhythmāslow descents, hollow-cheeked pulls, your hand working the base in time with your mouth. precum slicks your lips, makes the slide easier. the car windows are fogging up, the world outside forgotten. there's only the wet sound of your mouth on his cock, his breathing getting rougher, his fingers tightening in your hair.
he's getting close. you can feel it in the way his thighs tense, the way his hips start to fuck up into your face with shallow, desperate thrusts. you double down, taking him all the way to the back of your throat, holding there until your eyes water.
"shitā" his voice cracks. "i'm gonnaā"
you don't pull away.
he comes with a guttural groan, hand fisting your hair as his hips buck. hot pulses fill your mouth, thick and bitter, and you swallow around him, working him through every last spasm until he goes slack beneath you.
you pull off slowly, dragging your tongue along his length, tasting the last traces of him before wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
he stares at you, chest heaving, dark hair plastered to his forehead. that lazy grin returns, softer now.
"damn," he breathes. "maybe i should make you jealous more often."
you slide back into your seat, buckling your belt with a satisfied smirk.
toji's favourite sex position !
breeding, choking, slapping, spitting, degrading, praising, baby trapping, squirting! <3
toji had almost nothing to his name, so when he saw you in the club, flaunting a wad of cash that easily summed up to almost 10,000 bucks like it was nothing, he immediately found the next girl he'd set eyes on; his next victim to fund his life and gambling addiction.
the process of getting into bed with you was far too easy, just a little bit of sweet talking, a little praise, and a promise to give you the best dicking down of your entire life, had you mewling and clawing at his shoulders.
toji was similar to a bed bug: he hopped from girl to girl to ensure that he had a roof over his head without doing any hard work. so when he had you, one of the richest girls in the entire country, under him whilst his cock was balls deep in your perfect cunt, there was only one thing he could think of doing: breeding you.
"you like this dick?" toji's large hand wraps around your neck, thick fingers squeezing either side of your neck - small white dots start to cloud your vision. your cunt flutters around his cock as you nod pathetically, eyes rolling back into your head.
"i asked you a question baby girl, answer when daddy talks to you," toji's hand moves from your neck to slap you across the face, leaving a dark red hand print on your cheek. you moan, legs going like jelly as you claw at his back.
"love-love your dick daddy, so deep," you mewl, head tilting to the side before toji suddenly stops and lifts your legs over his shoulders. you sob, tear filled doe eyes finding his in a silent plea for him to continue pounding you. "please daddy, please fuck my dirty cunt,"
"desperate whore," toji slams his cock back into you in the new position, the mating press, your legs were lifted so far up your back was almost arched off the bed. your stomach bulged with just how deep his thick cock was stretching you out.
your mouth hangs open, your eyes cross in the middle as each moan is literally fucked out of your body. "does that feel good baby? your rich pussy being fucked with some street cock? isn't this what you needed? some dirty man putting his paws in this million dollar pussy?" he grabs your jaw with his hand, parting your lips fully and spitting into your mouth.
you can barely muster up a response with words, only clenching and fluttering around his length as a thick rim of white cream starts to form at his base. " gonna stuff this cunt full of my cum, make you round with my kids," toji moans into your ear before ducking his head down to suck a dark hickey into your neck.
the possibility of his future being filled with money and a fancy car makes the thought of knocking you up far too enticing. his balls tighten, forearms barricading each side of your head as he dumbs his entire hot load inside of you.
you gasp, clawing at his back, "to-daddy, should of pulled out!" your sentence is half formed, slurred, and barely even coherent as your own orgasm rips through you thanks to toji's thumb rubbing at your clit. his cock is forced out of you as you squirt all over him, and the sheets.
"sh-shouldn't have fucked you," you sob, attempting to push him off even as you come down from your orgasm.
Youāve worn your boyfriend Sukuna to the bone, so your other boyfriend Toji takes over.
warnings. fem!reader/tojikuna, threesome, multiple orgasms, piv, kissing, creampie, overstim, ovulation, switch!toji if you squint, dom!sukuna. nsfw 18+ mdni.
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The first thing Toji noticed when he stepped through the front door was the heat. A subtle humidity lacing the air like the sweet lingering remnants of perfume. There was your lotion, sweet and familiar, and the smell of fresh sweat, layered with something primal and musky - the smell of sex.
The second thing he noticed was Sukuna, splayed over the couch like heād just run a marathon. Tank top soaked through and sweatpants riddled with little damp patches, dotted across the fabric like stray petals. Tojiās gaze dipped without bothering to hide the way he was blatantly staring at Sukunaās chest, at the heaving pecs peeking out from his neckline, eyes tracking the little bead of sweat beginning to trail a hot path down the center.
āWhatās your problem?ā Came Tojiās eventual greeting as he paused by the door, tearing his eyes away just to sling his gym bag over the hook there before continuing into the room, water bottle clasped in his hand.
Sukuna glared in reply, and if Toji were anyone else he might have actually felt intimidated by the sight. But with the way the other man was panting, pink tufts of hair stuck every which way and slicked with sweat, he didnāt paint a particularly scary image. In fact the only sensation the sight triggered within Toji was a mild amusement, alongside a tiny spark of heat low and betraying in his belly.
āIāve already had her four times,ā Sukuna grunted, āthe brats insatiable.ā
Toji snorted mid sip of water, eyes leaving the couch to instead peer through the half opened doorway to the bedroom, where he managed to catch only a glimpse of your bare leg through the crack. From the looks of it you were naked - splayed over the sheets, hair probably still a little damp from the shower, skin lacquered with lotion, half washed away with sweat by now.
āWhat, she ovulating or something?ā Toji wondered aloud, lowering the bottle to once again catch Sukunaās gaze over the metal rim.
The other man crossed his arms unceremoniously across his chest, and Toji watched the tendons jump in the winding muscle of his forearms as he shrugged.
āThat or sheās in heat, damn near milked me dry.ā He grumbled, brows knitted, working a mean line between them. If you were here youād reprimand him for such an expression, crawl over the couch and run your thumb between his salmon brows until the lines wore smooth, or until Sukuna grew bored and wrapped a hand around your wrist to flip you onto the cushions instead.
Toji laughed then, the sound rough and graveled like tattered velvet.
āSeriously?ā He scoffed, lips spread into a sly grin as he licked stray droplets from them, āhad to tap out did yaā Ryomen?ā
Sukunaās scowl only deepened, soured now with genuine irritation.
āJust be grateful I wore her out for you,ā he spat, āand watch your tone, or itāll be you spread eagle and whining for more cock next, Fushiguro.ā
Toji chuckled again as he screwed the lid of his bottle on tight, the motion accented with a metallic āsqueak!ā before he tossed it toward Sukuna, hard enough that he heard the fleshy impact when the other manās hand shot out to catch it.
āYeah yeah,ā he mused, moving past the couch to instead push through the bedroom door, which creaked beneath the effort, ādrink some fuckinā water and get outta my way.ā
If he were being honest, when heād left for the gym that morning heād been hoping for this exact scenario. Toji knew you - or at least your cycle - well enough to know that youād wake up needy and leaking, and he knew Sukuna well enough to know he wouldnāt be able to resist the sight of you humping his thigh like a dog in heat for very long. So heād left without a word just as the sun kissed the horizon, and heād been half hard in his sweats since his second rep just thinking about it.
If the living room was warm, the air within the bedroom was stifling. But it wasnāt the heat or the sticky sweet scent that knocked the air from Tojiās lungs on entry, no. It was the sight of you - limbs splayed over the mattress, hair messed and wild where your head was tucked between the pillows. Your jaw lifted back far enough to expose the long column of your throat, giving Toji a stellar view of the dark sucking marks peppered there, indents of teeth that he was sure would melt into bruises by the evening.
Toji took in the sight indulgently - paused in the doorway, a lone hand already trailing its way down the curve of his stomach, teasing until his fingers curled over the bulge forming there. He squeezed once and shivered, reveling in the immediate relief that sizzled over his body like a splash of ice water.
He could feel the weight of Sukunaās gaze piercing into the back of his skull like the promise of a snipers sight. He didnāt indulge the urge to peer over his shoulder and meet that heated gaze, instead he let his hand drop to his side and pressed a knee into the mattress.
You didnāt move, didnāt speak or even open your eyes when he crawled over the sheets, crowding your space like a panther sliding atop its snagged prey.
His hand met the curve of your waist, skin soft and warm beneath his palm, layer of sweat sticking you lightly to him. He trailed one hand downward over the curve of your belly, the other grazed feather-soft over the slopes of your breasts, pausing to pinch gently at either nipple, perked and willing in his hands.
āYouāre soaked sweetheart,ā he mused when his fingers finally dipped between your thighs, which gave way to him easily, spreading to make room for his forearm to slot between. He moved slowly, palming soft and teasing over your mound and listening to you mumble mindlessly below him.
You whined something unintelligible in reply, voice nothing but a high pitched whimper, crackled like shattered glass.
With a chuckle, he leaned down and craned his head until his ear rested level with your mouth.
āWhatās that sweetheart?ā He questioned, head tilted to listen.
You swallowed, hard and dry, and licked your lips before you spoke again. Another croaked string of words hit his ear, a touch clearer this time. He realized then that you werenāt mumbling gibberish at all, you were begging.
āMore, more, need more, please ākuna, please jusā one moreā¦ā
Toji chuckled and lifted his head back to study you again - he found your eyes still closed, brows now knitted into an expression that was decidedly desperate.
āOld Ryoā couldnāt keep up, huh?ā He mused, hands lifted from your body to instead press into the mattress either side of your head, leveraging the weight of him as he slotted himself properly between your thighs.
You offered a gentle huff in reply, eyelids feeling much too heavy to bother opening. Your limbs felt numb, tingling with residual little sizzles of pleasure.
āDonāt worry doll, ām here now.ā
Toji didnāt waste time working you open or teasing you with the brush of his lips or gentle caresses, no. He simply slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it sideways. His thumb hooked over his waistband, tugged down to let his length spring free and slap hard and raw against you.
The sensation was enough to have his lips parting around a shuddered breath. You felt like heaven - like slick molten silk kissing each bumped ridge as he rutted through your swollen folds. You jolted when he shifted, hard inches rubbing over your clit, still singing with over stimulation.
He grinned and lowered a thumb to pet at your entrance, leaking slick and dribbles of what he was sure was Sukunaās spend. He traced your rim beneath the head of his cock slowly, smearing the milky little pearls gathered there and wondering just how many loads Sukuna had managed to stuff inside you before heād finally tapped out. The thought made his breath catch, and sent another sizzle of heat straight to his throbbing cock.
āCāmon, look at me now,ā Toji cooed, watching the way any semblance of coherency on your face melted away when he finally pressed down, sinking inside with a single dizzying press of his hips - testament to just how soaked and used you really were.
It was enough to make your eyes roll behind your lids, fluttering with the delicious sting of being stretched open again. Toji treated you with shallow little thrusts. The hair at his base tickling your clit, thick veins pulsing against your rubbed raw walls where Sukuna had pounded you until you cried, until you bruised. And yet despite the pain, the ache - that needling little bud of desire still burned just as hotly as when youād first awoken that day, stoking the fire in your belly and dribbling lava hot between your aching thighs.
āOh, ohā¦ā you moaned dumbly, lashes twitching as you finally lifted them and tried to blink away the layer of hazy film that had settled there. Your mind felt fuzzy, vacant. Drunk on the sensation of being stuffed utterly full once again.
āThere she is,ā Toji soothed.
āāJi, itās youā¦ā came your delayed greeting, nothing more than a breathy whine, āneedāt cum, need to cum again, pleaseā¦ā
āAgain?ā Toji echoed in faux surprise, hips lowing to a torturous roll, āthatās a little greedy of you, donāt you think?ā
āIncredibly greedy,ā a distant voice interrupted, flat and deep and utterly serious.
Toji tilted his head back just enough to catch sight of Sukunaās broad form filling the doorway, looking more like the hired security than someone who actually lived there. Toji peered through strands of ink black hair at the big hand that was beginning to dip beneath the waistband of Sukunaās sweats, palming lazily at the considerable bulge there. Sukunaās gaze was equally heavy and heated, lowered past the curve of Tojiās spine to track the way your hole was stretching around his thickness.
Toji swallowed, took a final glance at the sight of Sukuna beginning to work his length free from his boxers. His eyes stuck on the exposed slip of tan skin where Sukuna had tugged his shirt upward, the spatter of hair dusted there, before he turned his attention back to you.
āHavenāt even asked how my day was yet, and here you are begging me to make this needy pussy cum,ā Toji teased, āand after Ryoā took such good care of you too.ā
āPlease,ā you cried, shaking your head furiously against the damp pillows crumpled either side of you, āplease donāt tease me.ā
āAw Iām sorry sweetheart,ā Toji cooed, voice dripping thick with mock concern, āyou just need it real bad, huh?ā
The delicate shallow thrusts he had been nursing you with suddenly shifted, turned to long pulls smacked back inside hard enough that you felt the tip of him kiss somewhere deep and delicate. Each buck had your legs quivering, and a sharp little shock of pain and pleasure in equal measure sizzling over your skin.
You were lucid enough only to know that he was moving, slow methodical thrusts that felt achingly tender. Each twitch of his worked muscle was purposeful, each motion entirely controlled and aimed to break you apart.
āShh, just feel it. You feel me, right baby? Nice ān deep.ā The words were sin incarnate, purred right into your ear.
You were nodding before you could think, slurring a string of unintelligible words alongside breathy cries of his name, strung together like a prayer.
āDeepā¦ deeperā¦ā
The scent of him was intoxicating, dizzying. The sharp sting of fresh sweat and his own familiar woody musk was enough to have you lifting your trembling legs just to hook a heel over his hip and tug him closer.
āFinally knocked all the brains outta you, huh?ā Toji teased, āThatās alright, donāt need to think. Just keep squeezinā this pretty little pussy around me, yeah?ā
One of your hands fled the sheets to instead grasp at one of Tojiās bare shoulders, fingers digging into the muscle there.
āKiss me,ā you panted, blinking up at him with wide wet eyes, blown black and glossy with need, āoh, hng-ā¦ please Tojiā¦ā
Toji didnāt bother with a reply, instead he simply dipped his head and captured your lips in a kiss so sudden you barely had the wherewithal to suck in a lungful of air before he was swiping any lingering thoughts away with the hot slide of his tongue.
You melted into the touch, letting the roll of his jaw guide your movements - moaning in surprise when his teeth nipped at your cracked lower lip, your grip on his shoulder tightening when his tongue met yours.
When you finally split apart you were sufficiently softened by the blend of his sweet kisses and the steady rock of his hips, brain humming quietly like the static of a tv set to a dead channel.
āGood?ā Toji questioned, head tilting.
You just nodded, struggling to keep you gaze affixed on the inky strands of hair slipping over Tojiās forehead, that was until a sudden blur of colour crept into the edge of your vision.
āOi, what are you?-ā¦ā
You watched, motion a little delayed, as Sukunaās hand slid across the back of Tojiās neck. Tojiās eyes widened an inch, looking genuinely shocked for just a moment before Sukunaās grip tightened, firm hand forcing his head upward until they finally met in a rough crashing of lips.
Peering up you simply watched, entranced, at the slide of pink tongue between sticky sweet flutters of your lashes. Eyes caught on the way Tojiās brows lifted and his hips stuttered just a little when Sukunaās hand tightened into a fist at his nape, strands of silky black hair sticking wayward through his thick fingers.
Toji grunted into the kiss, rougher now - a tumble of teeth and tongue in stark contrast to the slow rhythm of the embrace you had shared. One of Tojiās hands curled over your hip, thumb mindlessly tracing the bone there. The other found Sukunaās chest, grasping a handful of fabric before he was shoving the other man backwards.
You watched a glittering thread of spit link them for a moment before it split, and you must have clenched at the obscene sight because Toji made a choked sound above you, falling into the sensation a little like he were suddenly made of jelly.
āFuck sweetheart,ā he panted, lips glossed as he dug a fist into the mattress beside your head, āthatās it, just like that.ā
His thrusts didnāt slow or soften, but they felt sloppier somehow, and when you blinked upward you realized why. Sukuna had stepped in behind Toji, plump chest pressed to his back, massive hand still curled around his nape, thumb rubbing soothing little shapes there. His head turned inward, lips pressed to the delicate little strip behind Tojiās ear, breathing so close you could see the speckle of goosebumps begin to prickle over Tojiās skin.
āCāmon Fushiguro,ā Sukuna purred, quiet enough that you could barely hear the sweet syrupy words, ādonāt get soft on me now.ā
Dazed, you watched Sukuna raise a spare hand to his lips, thumb pressed against tongue beneath the glint of pearly canines before he reached past Tojiās hips and tucked it between your thighs. You jerked at the sudden contact, the searing heat of his slick thumb, calloused and rough and perfect against your abused clit.
āBastardā¦ā Toji gritted, breaths coming ragged now, panting between barely masked grunts of pleasure as his head dipped beneath the weight of the palm at his nape. His gaze was glassy, glued to where you were clamping around him, where your slick was painting the dark curls at his belly white.
Sukuna only grinned in reply, and you could hear the lazy glee lacing his tone with his next words, thumb still rolling over your twitching nub as you writhed beneath his touch.
āGo on now,ā he rumbled, low and filthy over the shell of Tojiās ear, and you swore you felt Toji twitch in response. āmake the pretty girl cum.ā
You could feel it, the looming buzz of your orgasm, curling like the crest of a wave, hot and tight in your belly like the slow cinching of a knot.
āClose ājiā¦ām close,ā you slurred, āgonnaā¦ hn!- ām gonnaā¦ā
āIām right here sweetheart,ā Toji was groaning now, shivering a little as the hand at his nape tightened once more. His thrusts were wild - wide sloppy pumps driven haphazardly into the slick mess between your thighs. Sukunaās thumb continued its assault, drawing steady heart shapes over your clit, right above where Toji was busy splitting you open.
āCāmon princess,ā Toji pleaded, words accented with a kicking throb that you felt all the way in your gut, āgive it to me.ā
You let your eyelids fall shut, squeezed tightly against the way your vision was beginning to blur at the edges. Senses dulled, sounds and scents becoming more and more distant with each second of rising pleasure until suddenly the knot snapped, and you were unraveling along with it.
Toji cursed somewhere beyond the numbed blackness of your senses, and alongside it you felt a flood of heat and the familiar twitching pulse of him as he filled you. Firm hands gripped your waist like an anchor, holding you in place as you squirmed against his final stuttered humps, wracked with unending wave after wave of white hot pleasure.
āShh, thatās it, thatās a good girlā¦ā Toji was cooing into your ear, forehead pressed to the pillow, only hair tickling your cheek.
The words were a salve, a balm smoothed over your mind until all that was left was the honeyed buzz of pleasure.
You sucked in a shaky breath and realized along with it that you were crying, cheeks soaked and salted with fresh tears. You let your limbs fall, limp and exhausted against the sheets. A subtle ache was beginning to settle in your muscles, in your bones, and yet beneath it all you still felt it - that itch deep inside, like an unending, desirous pit.
āMoreā¦ā you croaked, voice utterly broken despite your pleading.
Toji scoffed somewhere above you - sounding equal parts shocked and proud at your incessant appetite. You heard the distant thump of approaching footfalls, followed by the telltale creak of a knee digging into the mattress before the bed was dipping beneath a considerable weight, and you felt Toji slip out with a slick sucking sound.
āMove Fushiguro, think I just got my second wind.ā
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a/n: kinda ahhh drabble while I work on longer fics bc Iām stuck thinking about tojikuna, hope you enjoy anyway <3
į°.į your soft bf!toji is a total meanie in bed āøāø 18+ mdni
mean bf!toji spends the whole day being a total sweetheartācooking you dinner, giving you soft kisses on the forehead, and holding your hand in publicāonly to completely lock the bedroom door, pin your wrists over your head, and look down at you with a dark, heavy stare that tells you the "nice guy" act is officially over for the night.
mean bf!toji is normally so gentle with his hands during the day, using his thumb to softly wipe a stray crumb off your face or tuck your hair behind your ear, but the second he gets you on the bed, those same hands are gripping your jaw tightly, forcing you to tilt your head up so he can admire how pretty you look when you're scared of him.
mean bf!toji loves to pamper you in public, happily carrying all the heavy grocery bags, pulling you to the safe side of the sidewalk, and letting you pick whatever movie you want to watch, all while secretly plotting exactly how he's going to make you cry and beg for mercy later that evening.
mean bf!toji is so hyper-aware of the contrast in his behavior that he uses it to mess with your head; heāll lean down while you're trembling under him and whisper against your ear, āyou like it better when iām mean to you, donāt you?ā
mean bf!toji ignores your whines and protests when he changes positions or pulls you around like a ragdoll. in daily life, he moves carefully around you so he doesn't accidentally hurt you, but in bed, he uses his massive size and weight to completely overwhelm you, letting you feel exactly how helpless you are against him.
mean bf!toji makes you beg for every single thing. even if he knows you're desperate, he will completely stop moving, prop himself up on his elbows, and stare at you with a smug smirk until you verbally ask for exactly what you want.
mean bf!toji loves slapping your pussy with his palm right before going in, loving the sharp, loud crack it makes against your skin and the way it leaves a bright pink mark that contrasts with his tanned hands. heāll do it just to startle a loud gasp out of you, watching your thighs twitch as he tells you to open up wider.
mean bf!toji likes dragging the heavy, blunt tip of his cock up and down your wet slit, teasing you ruthlessly until you're begging him to just put it in. instead of giving in, heāll slap his wet tip against your clit over and over, mocking the needy little noises you make and telling you that you haven't earned it yet.
mean bf!toji just laughs when you try to complain that heās being too rough or too mean. he won't slow down; instead, his chest rumbles against your back as he grips your hips harder, driving into you with even less mercy just to prove that he rules the bed.
mean bf!toji loves leaving you completely ruined and breathless. he likes looking down at the mess he made of youāsmudged makeup, tangled hair, and thighs shaking uncontrollablyāwhile he casually rolls off to grab a drink, completely unfazed while you can barely move.
mean bf!toji will pull your hair back with just enough force to make your eyes water, forcing you to look directly at him while he pounds into you. he hates when you try to hide your face in the pillows or close your eyes; he wants to see every single expression of pleasure and overload on your face.
mean bf!toji uses verbal degradation as a tool to keep you completely flustered. heāll call you a "good little slut," mock how loud you're breathing, or ask you why you're crying over a little bit of fun, his voice deep, raspy, and completely devoid of the warmth he usually speaks to you with.
mean bf!toji will deliberately overstimulate you, rubbing his thumb harshly against your clit while hammering into you, and when you start to sob because it's too much, heāll just kiss you hard to muffle your screams and keep going right through your orgasm.
mean bf!toji flips the switch right back to being a doting boyfriend the next morning. heāll kiss your bruised hips, bring you painkillers and breakfast in bed, and pull you into a warm, gentle cuddleāleaving you completely dizzy over how the man who was so beautifully cruel to you a few hours ago is now softly rubbing your back and calling you his baby.
when your husband is supposed to be the calm, rational one, you donāt expect to find him standing at the foot of the bed with his cock in his hand, whining into the dark like heās about to fall apart.
but thatās where satoru ends up. tank top pushed halfway up his ribs, belt hanging useless from one loop, pants around his knees. his fist works up and down the fat length of his cock in rough, punishing strokes, spit and precum smeared down to his balls. heās staring at you the whole timeāat the soft curve of your hip under the sheet, the flutter of your lashes against your cheek. pregnant. glowing. carrying his baby.
and heās rutting into his hand like some desperate virgin.
the panties he stole from the laundry basket are bunched in his other hand, pressed to his face. he inhales like heās drowning, shuddering so hard the flimsy fabric trembles against his nose. your warm, musky scent has him sobbing out a noise that doesnāt sound human.
āfuck, babyāā it rips out of him, pitched way too high. āsmell so good... oh fuck, i canātācanāt stop.ā
his cock is obscene. flushed dark, fat veins raised under the skin, the head so slick it shines even in the faint glow of the bedside lamp. precum drips in heavy strings down his balls, thick enough to coat his knuckles. every stroke drags more slick out of him, messy, frothing and too loud. schlick, schlick, schlick.
he sucks at the fabric like it could feed him, panting between licks, nose buried deep so he could breathe you in while his tongue works. āgod, i'd eat you out for days if i justāmnghm!āif i just had the chance.ā
his hips snap forward into his own fist, cock smacking his stomach with each thrust. precum splatters onto his tank top, dripping onto the hardwoods in obscene drops.
disgusting. a husband rutting into his fist because heās too scared to touch his pregnant wife.
but satoru canāt stop. heās babbling now, words spilling fast and needy. āwant it so badāfuck, want to fuck you on my knees, iād worship you, iād never stopāā
he chokes on a sob as his balls tighten up, cock jerking violently in his grip. the sound he makes is actually humiliatingā a high, euphoric whine. his thighs shake.
then, he breaks.
cum spurts out in heavy ropes, hot and endless, painting his stomach, his abs, his fist, the floor. lewd, thick jets that wonāt stop, spilling like his body is trying to empty years of frustration at once. it drips down the backs of his fingers, strings across his knuckles, sprays his shirt. he gasps, still pumping through it, cock twitching uncontrollably, as if even his own body doesnāt know when enough is fucking enough.
āahāmnhgāfuck, t-too much, i canāt...ā his voice cracks, strangled, but his fist wonāt let go. more cum leaks out, drooling down his cock, streaking his thighs. his knees buckle and he braces one hand on the nightstand, forehead dropping against the wood with a hollow thud.
when itās finally over, when the spurts slow to tiny dribbles, heās still shaking so hard he can barely breathe. his cock still twitches against his stomach, still half-hard like it doesnāt know how to stop.
and youāre still asleep. lashes fluttering, lips parted, beautiful and soft while he stands there wrecked.
ļøµ ą³ mdni. casual with satoru ( but itās actually not casual at all )
āstop talking and take off your clothes.ā
you cut satoru off, staring at him from the edge of the bed. he showed up at your place talking about some mission, some curse, some dumb shit that happened with his students like you two were actually dating.
āwhy are you telling me this?ā you ask, again. āweāre here to fuck, right? not play boyfriend and girlfriend.ā
satoru pauses, then that lazy smirk spreads across his face. āyeah. youāre right.ā
he doesnāt waste time. he pulls his shirt off, drops his pants, and pushes you back onto the bed. before you can say anything else heās between your thighs, spreading them wide. he drags your panties down and buries his face in your pussy like heās starving.
āfuck,ā you moan as his tongue slides up and down, hot and wet. he licks broad and messy, then sucks your clit between his lips. you grip the sheets, hips bucking against his mouth. he eats you like he always doesāgreedy, sloppy, perfect.
but something feels different tonight.
every time you look down, his bright blue eyes are locked on yours. he doesnāt close them. he watches you the whole time, pupils wide while his tongue works your clit and two thick fingers push inside you. thereās heat there, sure, but something softer too. something that looks way too much like love.
you try to ignore it, but you canāt. not when he stares at you like that.
satoru curls his fingers and sucks harder. you whimper, thighs shaking around his head. without breaking eye contact he reaches up and grabs both your hands, locking his long fingers with yours. he pins your hands to the bed beside your hips and holds them tight while he devours your pussy.
āsatoruāā
he hums against your clit, the vibration making your back arch. his grip on your hands stays firm, warm, almost possessive. those eyes never leave your face, even when your thighs squeeze around him and you start grinding against his tongue.
you canāt shake the feeling. itās not just hunger in his gaze. itās more. and it scares you how much you like it while he fucks you with his mouth and fingers, holding your hands like he never wants to let go.
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