Warning-Boyfriend!Toji ✮ HardDom!Toji ✮ praise ✮ free!us* ✮ cnc ✮ manhandling ✮ public sex ✮ hair pulling ✮ creampie ✮ degradation ✮ risk of exposure ✮ pet names ✮ rough sex ✮ biting ✮ fingering ✮ oral (toji receives) ✮ choking ✮
Art-@v0idzenin on x
A/n-I was a lil scared to post this... please enjoy(ㅠ﹏ㅠ)
The heavy metal door to your apartment clicks shut, closing off the tender security the place brings you. Once you step outside, the wind hits you with a quickness, making it irritatingly harder to spark your blunt. You finally light it and take a deep breath, looking up at the star-filled night sky and soaking in the silence of a surprisingly calm night.
The cold yet forgiving breeze grazes your skin as you puff away. Streetlights and the neon sign of a local bar flicker. The light reflections bounce off the graffiti-covered alley walls as you stroll. You notice what looks like a glorified drug kit and broken liquor bottles lying scattered on the concrete path.
The further you walk, the more you understand just why Toji was so adamant about you not coming out at night in this area without him. His words ring through your mind. Looking farther down, you can see what looks like 2 drunk men walking in the same direction as you. Even with their presence, you don’t want to turn back now; the night feels good, and if anything happens, you can hold your own. Toji made sure of that.
But, more than anything, you love the thought of pushing his buttons. You drive him crazy with your antics, but you just adore getting a taste of those crude and oh so tempting reactions.
Your footsteps grow slower the closer you get to the two men, but it's like the universe is trying to play a shitty trick on you because you swear you feel eyes peering into your backside. You hesitantly turn back to see– but it's absolutely nothing. You let out a heavy breath as your body reflexes. You weakly chuckle at your apparently unwarranted paranoia, then take another puff from your blunt, eyes glancing in every direction, thinking “Just in case.”
You try to point your mind in a different direction, admiring the art plastered on the walls. Suddenly you hear heavy footsteps treading behind you. Every muscle in your body instantly tenses. You immediately pull out your phone, acting seemingly like you’re busy on your phone– Irrationally hoping that would make them avoid interacting with you.
Back, you sense a voice calling for your attention, muffled out by the music playing through your AirPods. Without a second thought, you scramble through your phone to pause the song, then stop walking. But yet again, nothing, not a sound. Heart pounding, you wearily turn your head, thinking- well, more like hoping it's only a fragment of your imagination.
The moment you turn around, your arms are snatched from your sides and pulled to your back with a swiftness. Your phone and lit-blunt clatter against the jagged concrete floor. Instinctively, your body rebels, but you're abruptly pushed against the brick wall face-first.
The way this heavy and carved body is pressed against your back, forcing you against the wall, makes the rigid hands around your wrists feel inescapable. “Awww, You’re shaking. Now you’re scared?” Gripping your arms tighter as he draws closer to your ear, ”Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me, huh?” That silky yet gritty and guttural voice hits your ears and has your spine melting with relief and satisfaction.
A well-held shaky breath leaves you as a dreary scoff breaks. “Toji…Let me the fuck go.” You know damn well saying that will only piss him off even more, but more than that, you just gave him the green light to do whatever he wants with you.
He keeps your arms bound behind you with one hand while the other roams your body aggressively, tugging your hoodie and pants away as he gropes. “Nahhh, you know I can't do that, Baby.” His nails are sinking into your wrist from the force of his clutch.
It's not that he can’t, he just won’t. Why should he? What fun would that be?
You can feel his throbbing and growing bulge pressing up against your fingers. His hand slips under your top, and immediately he pinches your nipples as he nestles your breast. He’s biting and sucking your neck hungrily. Lush, faint moans escape you as you barely try to break from his grip. That just results in him handling you as if you’re his personal plaything. And well… You aren't too far from it.
“I love that you think you can fight back.” He scoffs, pushing away your hood and licking the nape of your neck. His sinister words send a quaking heat to your sweet spot. You feel like you're being drawn in violently solely off his voice and clutch.
Sure, he’s mad, but ultimately, he just wants another excuse to use your pussy the way he wants, when he wants, and in ways you can’t begin to fathom. As per usual.
He moves his hand from under your hoodie and into your soaking panties. His thick fingers run through your saturated folds and graze your slick center. You can feel his depravity with each sensual touch. “There she is…” Mocking how wet you are compared to how terribly you're trying to fight it. Such a small motion shouldn’t feel so good, but this anticipation has your head doing laps. “You hate to show it, but you’re really fucking desperate, aren’t you, Princess.” You can feel his lips part with a malicious smirk.
A short tantrum-like whimper flows out of you, “Shut— the fuck up..” Meaningless words uttered to a sensually sadistic man just waiting for another reason to exploit your begging pussy.
Not even a second later, he pushes you further into the wall, then rips down your panties and shorts. He starts slapping his leaking tip on your ass and yanks at your held arms, “Bend over.” You coyly shake your head “no”, still trying to pull your arms free. “Don’t be a fucking brat.” He smacks your ass with a heavy hand.
Your body betrays your ploy, and your hips buck back at the feeling. He takes that as an opportunity to swiftly grab your hips and slam you onto his long, hot, and pulsing cock. The air catches in your throat, and your head whips back. “M’wait–!” He starts driving into you with sharp and short thrusts. Filling every inch of your tight and clenching walls so perfectly, with an impact that gives you full-body quakes of bliss.
You’re happily earning every second of the lustful hellscape he's about to send you to, and you’re loving every moment of it.
He lets go of your hip and snatches you by your hair, pulling your head further back. His eyes meet yours. He’s looking at you with glossed-over, heavy eyes and a perverse grin that sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck…I didn’t even get to toy with you first.”
As if trailing you without a word didn’t do enough. And now he’s fucking you against an alley wall with no remorse. He’s such an arrogantly callous man. After thirty seconds, he already has you trembling.
“Now, apologize.”
“No….fuck you.”
You’re trying to savor whatever drops of pride and dignity you have left, but when it comes to him, none of that shit actually matters when all he wants is for you to falter beneath him.
Just as fast as the words leave your lips, his thrusts follow along– His tip pounding and twitching at your g-spot with each deep and rushed slide. Hitting you with hungry and downright shamefully lustful thrusts that echo down the alley.
“Tuh–I think I might’ve fucked you stupid. I said, apologize.” He grabs your neck with a tight grip and starts fucking you like a fleshlight. Back so far arched, it’s like he’s drilling you into the wall. Your knees feel like jelly, entirely weak– buckling every time he slides in and out. Your eyes roll far back as saliva drips down from your slackened mouth. Your mind is going blank, and all you can manage to spit out is, “I- sorry…” He scoffs at your weak and disordered response.
“Louder. You sound way too greedy.”
You can barely even form a proper sentence. The tight grasp around your neck paired with ruthless pounds to your sweet, warm walls…How could you not sound greedy? You don’t even know what the fuck you’re apologizing for; you’re just doing whatever your body or Toji tells you.
Frail apologies that slur into faux begs to “stop” rip out of you. You’ve completely forgotten where you are. Your body feels heavy and weightless all at once. He nibbles the tip of your ear and whispers, “For someone screaming “stop”, your pussy is way too fucking wet.”
If that's what you really wanted, oh best believe you’d be yelling something else completely.
For a moment, he slows down his strokes and slaps his free hand over your mouth. “You can even hear how well you're taking it, Princess…” He grips your neck harder, and without warning, he rails into you mercilessly.
“When you're not fucking whining and yelling.”
Such lovely words paired with ones that feel like a slap to the face…. It's the best of both worlds, and you feel you’re losing yourself in it. It feels so vinous.
You’re feeling ecstasy-filled flutters in your throbbing walls that spread to your lower belly. Every drive from him feels like a manic but methodical punch to your g-spot. He’s fucking your squelching pussy like he's trying to break you in. Purely feral and hungry for nothing else but the feeling of your wet warmth.
Moans and cries push past your lips and break through the hand covering your mouth, needlessly. Honestly, how could he think that would work anyway, given the way he’s railing every and any sound out of you.
He has you spewing out things you've never thought to even utter before. Laughing and telling you to scream louder as if he’s not the one hushing your voice. Then slapping you with a sly and smug remark, “Your pussy’s too good for you to be acting the way you do. I’m sure I can fix that though, real easy.”
You drive your hips down onto his rigid cock rapidly as he thrusts. You can’t even understand what he’s saying anymore; you just need more of him inside you. He fits inside you so well, it only feels right. You can’t help but crumble when he’s mauling at you like this. It feels too fucking good.
The relentless and unforgiving rhythm of his cock finally pushes you off the edge of sanity. The tension in your lower belly snaps into an electrifying and pitiless climax. Your walls squeeze around him violently the more he pushes into you. You feel his tip twitching, cock pulsing profusely, before he splurts hot cum that drips down your leg after a few more strokes.
You love the way he fills you up without question. “Soo..M’goood..” For a long minute, the only sound in the alley is the sound of your ragged breathing and his hips slamming against your ass with short and strict strokes.
He finally eases up and, without other words, he roughly flips you around to face him, slightly slamming your back against the wall. The moment he lets go of your shoulder, your body slumps to the ground.
Sometimes, you forget just how huge and chiseled his physique is. Your eyes trail up, and as soon as they land on him, he cups your jaw aggressively, nails digging into your cheeks. “Clean it up.” He smirks, glancing down at his glistening and overtly thick length.
Looking up at him with eyes that say you’re just begging to be fucked again, you take his shaft in your hand, licking up your mess from the base to the tip, balls and all. His head flicks back and groans that feel like an audible aphrodisiac follow.
“Next time, just listen to me.”
He can say such redundant things for a man who isn't a fan of talking. Even he knows that won’t happen.
You just can’t get enough.
𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵- @iluvvsatoru @msnoirgirl @mutsu422 @capytala @missingh3r (lmk if you wanna be added!)
Warning-Boyfriend!Toji ✮ HardDom!Toji ✮ praise ✮ free!us* ✮ cnc ✮ manhandling ✮ public sex ✮ hair pulling ✮ creampie ✮ degradation ✮ risk of exposure ✮ pet names ✮ rough sex ✮ biting ✮ fingering ✮ oral (toji receives) ✮ choking ✮
Art-@v0idzenin on x
A/n-I was a lil scared to post this... please enjoy(ㅠ﹏ㅠ)
The heavy metal door to your apartment clicks shut, closing off the tender security the place brings you. Once you step outside, the wind hits you with a quickness, making it irritatingly harder to spark your blunt. You finally light it and take a deep breath, looking up at the star-filled night sky and soaking in the silence of a surprisingly calm night.
The cold yet forgiving breeze grazes your skin as you puff away. Streetlights and the neon sign of a local bar flicker. The light reflections bounce off the graffiti-covered alley walls as you stroll. You notice what looks like a glorified drug kit and broken liquor bottles lying scattered on the concrete path.
The further you walk, the more you understand just why Toji was so adamant about you not coming out at night in this area without him. His words ring through your mind. Looking farther down, you can see what looks like 2 drunk men walking in the same direction as you. Even with their presence, you don’t want to turn back now; the night feels good, and if anything happens, you can hold your own. Toji made sure of that.
But, more than anything, you love the thought of pushing his buttons. You drive him crazy with your antics, but you just adore getting a taste of those crude and oh so tempting reactions.
Your footsteps grow slower the closer you get to the two men, but it's like the universe is trying to play a shitty trick on you because you swear you feel eyes peering into your backside. You hesitantly turn back to see– but it's absolutely nothing. You let out a heavy breath as your body reflexes. You weakly chuckle at your apparently unwarranted paranoia, then take another puff from your blunt, eyes glancing in every direction, thinking “Just in case.”
You try to point your mind in a different direction, admiring the art plastered on the walls. Suddenly you hear heavy footsteps treading behind you. Every muscle in your body instantly tenses. You immediately pull out your phone, acting seemingly like you’re busy on your phone– Irrationally hoping that would make them avoid interacting with you.
Back, you sense a voice calling for your attention, muffled out by the music playing through your AirPods. Without a second thought, you scramble through your phone to pause the song, then stop walking. But yet again, nothing, not a sound. Heart pounding, you wearily turn your head, thinking- well, more like hoping it's only a fragment of your imagination.
The moment you turn around, your arms are snatched from your sides and pulled to your back with a swiftness. Your phone and lit-blunt clatter against the jagged concrete floor. Instinctively, your body rebels, but you're abruptly pushed against the brick wall face-first.
The way this heavy and carved body is pressed against your back, forcing you against the wall, makes the rigid hands around your wrists feel inescapable. “Awww, You’re shaking. Now you’re scared?” Gripping your arms tighter as he draws closer to your ear, ”Why don’t you ever fucking listen to me, huh?” That silky yet gritty and guttural voice hits your ears and has your spine melting with relief and satisfaction.
A well-held shaky breath leaves you as a dreary scoff breaks. “Toji…Let me the fuck go.” You know damn well saying that will only piss him off even more, but more than that, you just gave him the green light to do whatever he wants with you.
He keeps your arms bound behind you with one hand while the other roams your body aggressively, tugging your hoodie and pants away as he gropes. “Nahhh, you know I can't do that, Baby.” His nails are sinking into your wrist from the force of his clutch.
It's not that he can’t, he just won’t. Why should he? What fun would that be?
You can feel his throbbing and growing bulge pressing up against your fingers. His hand slips under your top, and immediately he pinches your nipples as he nestles your breast. He’s biting and sucking your neck hungrily. Lush, faint moans escape you as you barely try to break from his grip. That just results in him handling you as if you’re his personal plaything. And well… You aren't too far from it.
“I love that you think you can fight back.” He scoffs, pushing away your hood and licking the nape of your neck. His sinister words send a quaking heat to your sweet spot. You feel like you're being drawn in violently solely off his voice and clutch.
Sure, he’s mad, but ultimately, he just wants another excuse to use your pussy the way he wants, when he wants, and in ways you can’t begin to fathom. As per usual.
He moves his hand from under your hoodie and into your soaking panties. His thick fingers run through your saturated folds and graze your slick center. You can feel his depravity with each sensual touch. “There she is…” Mocking how wet you are compared to how terribly you're trying to fight it. Such a small motion shouldn’t feel so good, but this anticipation has your head doing laps. “You hate to show it, but you’re really fucking desperate, aren’t you, Princess.” You can feel his lips part with a malicious smirk.
A short tantrum-like whimper flows out of you, “Shut— the fuck up..” Meaningless words uttered to a sensually sadistic man just waiting for another reason to exploit your begging pussy.
Not even a second later, he pushes you further into the wall, then rips down your panties and shorts. He starts slapping his leaking tip on your ass and yanks at your held arms, “Bend over.” You coyly shake your head “no”, still trying to pull your arms free. “Don’t be a fucking brat.” He smacks your ass with a heavy hand.
Your body betrays your ploy, and your hips buck back at the feeling. He takes that as an opportunity to swiftly grab your hips and slam you onto his long, hot, and pulsing cock. The air catches in your throat, and your head whips back. “M’wait–!” He starts driving into you with sharp and short thrusts. Filling every inch of your tight and clenching walls so perfectly, with an impact that gives you full-body quakes of bliss.
You’re happily earning every second of the lustful hellscape he's about to send you to, and you’re loving every moment of it.
He lets go of your hip and snatches you by your hair, pulling your head further back. His eyes meet yours. He’s looking at you with glossed-over, heavy eyes and a perverse grin that sends shivers down your spine. “Fuck…I didn’t even get to toy with you first.”
As if trailing you without a word didn’t do enough. And now he’s fucking you against an alley wall with no remorse. He’s such an arrogantly callous man. After thirty seconds, he already has you trembling.
“Now, apologize.”
“No….fuck you.”
You’re trying to savor whatever drops of pride and dignity you have left, but when it comes to him, none of that shit actually matters when all he wants is for you to falter beneath him.
Just as fast as the words leave your lips, his thrusts follow along– His tip pounding and twitching at your g-spot with each deep and rushed slide. Hitting you with hungry and downright shamefully lustful thrusts that echo down the alley.
“Tuh–I think I might’ve fucked you stupid. I said, apologize.” He grabs your neck with a tight grip and starts fucking you like a fleshlight. Back so far arched, it’s like he’s drilling you into the wall. Your knees feel like jelly, entirely weak– buckling every time he slides in and out. Your eyes roll far back as saliva drips down from your slackened mouth. Your mind is going blank, and all you can manage to spit out is, “I- sorry…” He scoffs at your weak and disordered response.
“Louder. You sound way too greedy.”
You can barely even form a proper sentence. The tight grasp around your neck paired with ruthless pounds to your sweet, warm walls…How could you not sound greedy? You don’t even know what the fuck you’re apologizing for; you’re just doing whatever your body or Toji tells you.
Frail apologies that slur into faux begs to “stop” rip out of you. You’ve completely forgotten where you are. Your body feels heavy and weightless all at once. He nibbles the tip of your ear and whispers, “For someone screaming “stop”, your pussy is way too fucking wet.”
If that's what you really wanted, oh best believe you’d be yelling something else completely.
For a moment, he slows down his strokes and slaps his free hand over your mouth. “You can even hear how well you're taking it, Princess…” He grips your neck harder, and without warning, he rails into you mercilessly.
“When you're not fucking whining and yelling.”
Such lovely words paired with ones that feel like a slap to the face…. It's the best of both worlds, and you feel you’re losing yourself in it. It feels so vinous.
You’re feeling ecstasy-filled flutters in your throbbing walls that spread to your lower belly. Every drive from him feels like a manic but methodical punch to your g-spot. He’s fucking your squelching pussy like he's trying to break you in. Purely feral and hungry for nothing else but the feeling of your wet warmth.
Moans and cries push past your lips and break through the hand covering your mouth, needlessly. Honestly, how could he think that would work anyway, given the way he’s railing every and any sound out of you.
He has you spewing out things you've never thought to even utter before. Laughing and telling you to scream louder as if he’s not the one hushing your voice. Then slapping you with a sly and smug remark, “Your pussy’s too good for you to be acting the way you do. I’m sure I can fix that though, real easy.”
You drive your hips down onto his rigid cock rapidly as he thrusts. You can’t even understand what he’s saying anymore; you just need more of him inside you. He fits inside you so well, it only feels right. You can’t help but crumble when he’s mauling at you like this. It feels too fucking good.
The relentless and unforgiving rhythm of his cock finally pushes you off the edge of sanity. The tension in your lower belly snaps into an electrifying and pitiless climax. Your walls squeeze around him violently the more he pushes into you. You feel his tip twitching, cock pulsing profusely, before he splurts hot cum that drips down your leg after a few more strokes.
You love the way he fills you up without question. “Soo..M’goood..” For a long minute, the only sound in the alley is the sound of your ragged breathing and his hips slamming against your ass with short and strict strokes.
He finally eases up and, without other words, he roughly flips you around to face him, slightly slamming your back against the wall. The moment he lets go of your shoulder, your body slumps to the ground.
Sometimes, you forget just how huge and chiseled his physique is. Your eyes trail up, and as soon as they land on him, he cups your jaw aggressively, nails digging into your cheeks. “Clean it up.” He smirks, glancing down at his glistening and overtly thick length.
Looking up at him with eyes that say you’re just begging to be fucked again, you take his shaft in your hand, licking up your mess from the base to the tip, balls and all. His head flicks back and groans that feel like an audible aphrodisiac follow.
“Next time, just listen to me.”
He can say such redundant things for a man who isn't a fan of talking. Even he knows that won’t happen.
You just can’t get enough.
𝘛𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵- @iluvvsatoru @msnoirgirl @mutsu422 @capytala @missingh3r (lmk if you wanna be added!)
you got me feenin ! with mizi ❤︎ 18+ minors do not interact.
No plot in particular just Mizi loving you good.
female reader/black fem reader, porn without plot, g!p/futanari mizi, she has a biiiig cawk and a pussy too, rebellion! mizi, spitting in mouth, sweet talking, fingering (m!receiving), kissing tip, dick sucking, talking through it, mizi is a switch, creampie, crying during sex, idk this is just an excuse to write about futas i love yall have a good read. art creds by vivinos i think?
Skin on skin.
Her tongue tracing the outline of your crayon lined lips, swallowing your moans and whines.
The bed frame was creaking faintly as Mizi’s hips were rapidly slamming against yours as she held you close, her slender body pressing you further into the mattress in a mean mating position. Each of her rough thrusts was followed by a sigh of effort, a mmmh so sexy it made you fold, or a whine of your name.
You? You weren't there anymore.
Spread on the bed, your body knocked out and void of all energy to move, crying out so loud the walls couldn't contain your pleadings at all.
You swore you had heard banging on the door, with someone asking others to check behind the door of the room you both were in -- the room of the Rebellion's leader friend -- talking about screaming.
People speculated, "She is DEFINITELY torturing somebody in 'ere!"
But these were not screams of help or despair, but of pleasure. Of bliss. Your arms which were previously holding the back of your knees are now on each side of your head, which was tossing and turning on your pillow. Her lean arms had this hidden strength that held your legs against your chest, your toes tickling her ears.
"Mi-- Mizi...Miziii! Miziiiihnnnn..."
Your name was the only word leaving your lips. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on the end of your jaw and the sensitive spot of your neck.
"I know! I know baby...'m sorry. But you feel so good..."
Mizi, even under her lust-induced brain fog, still paid attention to each movement of your body; the way your pussy lips were sucking her long n veiny cock all in your warmth, stretching you open, the sharp clap impact sound of her heavy balls and hips connecting with yours, and oh, oh how she relished in your eyes shut in ecstasy, your pretty lips open wide enough to let those lovely sounds out.
Your dress was discarded on the floor, a pretty number she got you when you were on a thrift spree (you called it that) to find clothes for the children in a dumpster park. The same dress she fixed with a few pulls and ties of a neddle and a thread while the kids asked happily about how pretty the cloth was and if it was for her. The same dress she nearly ripped when she pounced on you like a cheetah preying on her victim.
"Ahhhhaaaa...take it f'me!" She groaned against your foot. One of your toes slipped into her mouth, and she sucked on it greedily. "Take it all f'me baby!"
Mizi was so close, you could feel it, and you helped her reach that peak by moving your hips back and forth to meet her cockhead all up in your cervix. She held you so tightly, wrapping your legs around her hips, your tits glued to each other. Your eyes fixated on hers, your moans being in perfect sync, while outside, the banging became more insistent.
It was perfect.
"A moment!" She said out loud with a tired voice. "I just-- Fuuuuckkk!"
A warm, borderline hot flood of milk flooded your insides, thick and creamy. Her milk hit all the spots in your velvety walls, an insane flood that reached the hem of your cervix. Mizi's green eyes crossed from the sudden expulsion of semen out of her. She grabbed the headboard for support before she could pass out. She was whimpering softly and you grabbed the back of her head, fingers digging deep into her curly pink pixie to pull her in a rough kiss, your tongue intertwining with hers. Her rough thrusts diminished and became quick pumps of her dick, your pussy lips draning her completely. She moaned deeply against your lips.
Laid down, exhausted on the bed and trying to catch your breath, your vision was too blurry to make out the form in front of you. Mizi grabbed your jaw tightly enough to make you look straight at her. A manic grin was plastered on her lips, and her breath was staggered.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
And opening your mouth you did. She immediately spat out a large glob of spit onto your tongue, and you swallowed it down your throat. Then she kissed you some more, her arms wrapped around your back and hips to hold you super close to her.
"I wanna take care of you, too. If you allow me." You admitted softly.
With a exhale of her mouth, Mizi slowly let go of you and pushed herself against the headboard, her sweaty back against the pillows. She shivered a little but maintained eye contact with you, feeling the grip your hands had on her thighs to slowly spread them open. Her monstruous cock, standing proud with seven inches, tilted to the right with a tan base, a pretty princess pink coloured tip leaking with cum, and the shiny peach folds of her stimulated pussy met you with open arms. She used both of her index and middle finger to spread her labia open.
You cannot believe this was the same thing that was making you see stars minutes ago. Your heart started racing a bit faster, your mind felt disoriented and you held the damp bedsheets into fists to anchor yourself to reality.
"Don't be scared, pretty." Mizi held your hand to guide it towards her centre. Her lovely and pure smile reassured you of your doubt.
But you could see it. That look in her eyes. She wanted more. So you gave her more.
Holding her legs wide open for you to settle between her, your index and middle finger rubbed her taut but wet entrance before inserting a finger inside her.
"Mmmm!" Mizi looked down at you. You looked so cute when you were focused. And you looked very, veeery amazed by the way her pussy was vacuuming your index in and out, again and again. She frowned, in slight discomfort and you rubbed her thigh to let her relax. Her pouty lips looked so kissable.
"Relax, baby...let it loose. Deep breaths with me, okay?" You made her focus on you by lifting her chin and mimicking the act of inhaling and exhaling. She followed your rhythm, her chest rising slowly before falling, and so it. Feeling her spongy walls loosen up, you pushed your index further inside and pecked her lips.
"You lips are so pretty baby...so kissable."
You were patting and rubbing her protruding clit with the pad of your thumb. A breathy moan came out of her.
"And so is this pussy. And this cock too. You're amazing, Mizi."
You leaned over the pulsing tower that was her cock. The tip was so enticing, you could not take your eyes off it. You cooed at it before pressing a gentle kiss at the top, where her urethra was.
Mizi felt as if she was having an outer body experience. Your eyes fixated on her every reaction, all while your wet tongue slurped and lapped at her leaking tip was too much for her. She could tell you enjoyed this, making her suffer. The faint pain in her loins was a pressure urging to be released. She tried to push her length inside your mouth with a thrust of her hips.
But you refused.
"Babe...babe just, why?"
You didn't replied, just slapped the tip over your tongue.
"Not yet, mama." You swirled your tongue around the raging and painful tip before finally, Mizi felt the wetness of your mouth taking over the length of her cock. She let out a silent gasp, her mouth gaping open while she stayed in awe at your ministrations. Her hands grabbed the bedsheets into balls of cotton, and her stomach suddenly was too painful to contract anymore.
The time seemed to go slowly as your lips were perfectly wrapped around the end of her shaft, slowly making a suction around it. It was quite long, nearly reaching the back of your mouth, but you still bobbed your head back and forth, alternating between speeds like an executioner.
Meanwhile Mizi's lithe body was trembling with pleasure. Your fingers rubbing her clit left to right relentlessly, then switching to your digits fingering her like her life depended on it, aaaaall while you were sucking her off, poor girl felt her soul leaving her body. She tried to stay quiet, but failed. She grabbed the back of your head to guide you further.
"More, please! Don't stop til i fucking tell you— toooo!"
She was sweaty, sobbing and grabbing the headrest, her chartreuse eyes filled with tears and a light of enjoyement.
“I…i love…i love you…love you so much!” she ground her balls on your chin, quickly and uncontrollably. Her eyes shone with happiness but quickly closed shut as her body squirmed from your touch. A wave of dizziness mixed with heat took over her body, slowly and slowly.
Her whines became sharper.
A babble of curses flew from her lips.
The knocking had long since stopped.
In a raspy scream, creamy semen shot out from her shaft and musky arousal oozed out from her pussy. You yelped out when the warm semen splattered on your chest and mouth once again and you lapped at her softening length, before your lips placed a soft kiss on the cum-coated tip.
"So well for me. I love you lots, baby."
"...I love you more."
msnoirgirl says... taking a quick break after this one. mwah 💋
Honestly? I like her, the anime is realistic with addiction and how it can ruin your life. I find her very relatable. I wasn’t grossed out but maybe that’s because even some days I can barely get out of bed or do my basic needs. The fact that Japan hates this but not sexualizing minors and glorifying incest?? Like they need to get that stick out their ass, I’ve seen worse.
Someone told me that i need to write a toji x reader cnc/free use, exhibitionism fic??😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭no one said that shit😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 😭😭😭😭it was MEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I NEED ITTTTT😭😭😭😭😭fuck IM HUNGRY ASF😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭i mean i’ll ride it til the tip fall off😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
18+. mdni. themes of possessiveness, toxicity. light smut. slight stoner! eren and armin mention.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 adores how different your styles are, her dressing primarily in dark colours and you being so bright and pink. not only does it show up in styles but personality, with her being so calm and reserved next to you who’s so bubbly and sweet.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who’s been friends with you since you became her first friend at 5 years old, sharing your lunch snack with her. the two of you haven’t left each other’s side since.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who secretly (but not really) is obsessed with your height difference. the 6ft girl is always teasing you for your short height, from holding things high up out of your reach to gripping your waist as she laughs in your ear about how tiny you are. you always pout and look up at her with those brown doe eyes of yours, and she can’t help but keep going.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 loves touching you. she’s always holding your hand or your waist with a gentle but firm grip. and not a day goes by when she isn’t giving you a forehead or neck kiss.
you’ve told her numerous times you have a boyfriend and that she can’t be doing that anymore. but does she care? no. she was here first after all.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who when people assume you guys are a couple, doesn’t try to correct them.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 is your own personal bodyguard whenever you guys are out together. wearing a revealing outfit? she WILL glare at any man that dares to ogle you for a millisecond, scaring off the trolls that attempt to harass you.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who doesn’t let you pay for a single thing when you guys are out together. why should you have to worry about spending money when you’re with her?
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 absolutely hates your boyfriend, connie. she doesn’t understand why you’re with him. he’s gross, sweaty and treats you with the bare minimum in her eyes. every time you tell her about something nice he did, she blankly hums and shrugs.
“he only got you flowers?”
“what else is he supposed to get me on a date mika?”
“yarn. jewellery. plushies. hair products.”
“you’re just listing the stuff you get me.”
“exactly.”
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 always has you in her lap. especially when she can see that a guy is trying to talk to you or is checking you out. that’s when she’ll be even more touchy with you, making jokes that have you giggling and giving you kisses.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 loves how kind you are. in a world of judgemental and cruel people, your authentic kindness is a breath of fresh air. even to people who don’t deserve it.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 can’t get over you. no matter how hard she tries. eren, armin and ymir have all told her it’s hopeless. she knows it herself, but she can’t help but mentally compare any girl she dates to you. and it ruins her.
𝗴𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱! 𝗺𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮 who shamelessly fantasises about you in a way she shouldn’t. her mind will slip away for a minute and suddenly she’s imagining you underneath her, one of your cute little skirts bunched up around your waist, your legs against your head.
your panties are soaked from the way she’s teasing you, her thumb slowly stroking your clothed cunt up and down, up and down. you squirm around in protest but her other hand holds your wrist in place.
“mika… please.” you whine, glossy plump lips pouting.
mikasa hums, still focusing her gaze on your drenched panties, “please what?”
“need you… i-i can’t.”
she finally looks at you. her grey, low eyes now meeting your brown doe ones. you look perfect like this. your afro is sprawled against your silk pillowcase, mascara is slightly smudged and your pretty brown nipples are all perked up and hard for her, sensitive to the touch.
it’s enough for her to feel pity. enough for her to finally, pull your panties to the side and—
“mikasa. HELLO!”
mikasa squeezes her eyes before snapping them open again. eren and armin are looking at her with confusion, blinking at their friend who was caught in a daze.
“what the fuck was that?” eren asks, red eyes narrowing at mikasa.
armin chuckles then takes a hit of his joint, “she’s probably thinking about fucking y/n again.”
mikasa grabs a pillow from her area of the bed and roughly throws it at armin, which only helps prove his guess. the boys laugh and tell her the same old advice they’ve been saying for years, to get over you.
by now she tunes it out, because she knows you’re hers. regardless of your boyfriend, sexuality and friendship. in her eyes, you were hers and hers alone. and that was what mattered the most.
