Sunday morning with a Toji who can’t keep his hands off you (m!reader)
Toji strolls in, hand under his shirt scratching his stomach.
“That my shirt?” you ask.
He grunts, moving your feet from under him to his lap, before he plops himself down on the sofa. “Couldn’t find any clean ones of my own.”
“Just say you like my clothes better; we both know I’ve got a greater sense of style,” you retort without much heat. Toji snorts his disagreement.
A show plays on the TV. You’re scrolling on your phone. He’s watching though he doesn’t really know what’s happening as he absentmindedly massages your feet. Weekends with your boyfriend are typically very relaxed, very sluggish. It’s a time for you both to unwind after a long week’s hard work. It’s also a time for him to get as much skinship as he’s been missing…
He squeezes a thigh, and your eyes meet his. Toji doesn’t smile, and yet there’s a glint of one in his gaze. “Again?” you ask, groaning. You try to pull your leg from his grip. You can’t. It’s impossible. He’s a hunter locked in on this morning’s breakfast. “Come on, I don’t even think I have anything left in my balls.”
You swat the hand that tries to cup said balls as he says, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?” And when you shove him away with your foot, he only grows more persistent.
Toji lunges, like a lion going for the kill, and pins your body to the sofa with his own. He lays kisses on your throat. His stubbles prick you; you don’t complain. Your Adam’s apple bobs, and that’s how he knows he’s got you — the low moan that follows is a mere cherry on top.
Hips press against each other. Bulges brush together. He’s as hard as you. That fact sends a shudder down your spine. “Toji,” you rasp.
“I know,” he mutters at your jaw. He gives your cheek a kiss before he travels down your body and tugs at your sweatpants, which are really his. “Just leave it to me.”
A warm mouth envelopes your cock, expertly consuming the length till your tip meets the back of his throat. You groan, hips rutting up. Toji throws a heavy arm over your stomach and keeps you down, unable to buck him off. The wetness of his mouth, the heat and humidity, the way his tongue flicks your leaking slit, and how hard he sucks the sensitive head — he knows just how you like it.
You grab the back of his head and push him down, wanting to fill his throat. “Fuck, Toji, ‘m gonna cum.”
That’s his cue to massage your balls and urge as much cum to spray out as possible. In record time, hot spurts paint his throat white. You grunt out his name, back arching and thighs shaking. Toji sucks it all up, guzzling on every drop, and not wasting an ounce.
He pulls back, panting and licking over his scar. His lips are shiny and swollen. Toji grins.
“See? Knew you had more in ya.”
first time writing with a male!reader and it's smut, men of Tumblr jjk please don't hate me if this is bad *cries in a corner*
