you can’t cum anymore without older bf!toji’s help ♡︎
꒰ cw; fingering, orgasm, slightttt babying, established relationship … ꒱
you began to feel utterly helpless when toji wasn’t around.
you’d become accustomed to toji taking care of most things — like when a lightbulb needed fixing, or you needed help reaching something on the top shelf. it even extended to pleasure, seemingly now something only he could give you.
no matter how hard you try, when toji’s not around, you physically can’t cum. your fingers don’t reach as deep as his cock does. your toys don’t amount to the feeling of his warm tongue against your clit.
your worst nightmare is becoming one of those women that have to rely on a man — but fuck, you’re too far gone. at least when it comes to pleasuring yourself. once you’ve felt toji’s hands all over you, his thick cock splitting you open, there’s no going back. nothing else compares.
so, you lay across the couch, hand shoved down your panties as you try to make yourself cum for what feels like the millionth time today. it was no use. every failed attempt has you more worked up, desperate being a complete understatement.
and what’s worse? toji is late coming home from work. you’ve been telling yourself for hours ‘it’ll be fine, toji will be home later to help.’ it’s later now and he’s nowhere to be seen. you feel like crying — cheeks flushed red, panties sticky and soaked through from hours of pure torture.
then, thankfully, your apartment door swings open, heavy footsteps closing in. as soon as toji sees you on the couch, eyes glassy, hair messy, utterly defeated — he knew exactly what was wrong. "again, princess?" toji says, planting himself down next to you, gathering you in his strong arms.
you begin to sob from pure need and frustration, toji’s strong hands holding you steady as you climb onto his lap. "you’re late," you sniffle, burying your face in the crook of his neck, tears spilling onto his skin. "i know, baby. gonna make it up to you."
"please—hurts," you continue, more tears beginning to fall from listening to how pathetic you sound. your older boyfriend kisses your temple, then your neck, cupping your pussy over your panties and feeling the sopping mess that lingers. "all worked up, huh, princess?"
you nod, sniffling again, sighing in relief as toji’s thumb brushes your clit. knowing you’re in no position to wait, he slots his hand beneath your panties, gathering your slick on two fingers — bringing them to your aching clit.
your shudder from the much needed contact, holding him tight as he begins to circle your clit just right. "hnngghh—toji," you moan, instantly bucking your hips against his hand. toji chuckles lowly, voice deep and gravelly as always. "s’not funny," you whine.
toji kisses your neck again, "sorry, doll. y’just so needy. poor baby." though it sounded mocking, he means it, feeling slightly guilty that he’d been late home — leaving you to suffer for longer. his fingers move faster, pleasuring your needy clit perfectly in ways that you can’t.
"want my fingers too, princess?" toji asks, knowing the answer is completely obvious, he just wants to hear you say it. "mnhh—please. need it," you mewl, pussy clenching around nothing.
toji pushes two thick fingers inside you, filling you instantly. he repositions his thumb to press against your clit, drawing another desperate moan from you. "shit, baby," he says, curling his fingers deliciously, "droolin’ all over my fingers"
you can only whimper in response, too lost in pleasure, already embarrassingly close due to toji’s skill and your plethora of previous failed attempts.
"almost there, princess. feel this tight lil’ pussy clenchin’ around my fingers," he purrs. your body begins to tense, fingers threading through the hair on the nape of toji’s neck, hips grinding forwards as you chase your release.
you feel toji harden beneath you, the feeling making your cunt flutter around his digits. "feel how hard i am?" he says, fingers moving faster, "go ahead and cum f’me so i can give ya’ what you really need, yeah?"
more filthy moans leave you following toji’s encouragement, eyes squeezed shut as that familiar feeling takes over. "atta girl," he praises, fingers working you through your orgasm, prolonging it as much as possible to ensure you feel every wave of pleasure you missed out on all day.
he refuses to withdraw his fingers until you’re fully through it, praising you every second — slick coating his fingers and wrist generously.
"did so good, doll. feel better?" toji says, finally withdrawing his hand from beneath your panties. you whine from the loss of contact, body slightly limp. "mm, thank you."
toji begins to undo his belt hastily. "don’t thank me yet, doll. got somethin’ better to give you."
a/n; sorry for the lack of posts the last couple days guys mama has been busy!!
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