۶ৎ Toji realizing you have a size kink.
Since the beginning, Toji had been aware of how you melted whenever he picked you up—whether it was tossing you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, or pressing you into the wall with one broad hand caging your head.
At first, he thought it was nerves. Cute, maybe. But then he noticed the pattern.
The way your thighs pressed together every time. The way your lips parted when he lifted you without effort. The way your pulse jumped when his calloused palm circled your wrist, making it vanish inside his grip.
He wasn’t dumb. He knew exactly what that meant.
So tonight, he decided to test it.
He had you bent over the counter, your cheek against the cool surface, your breath fogging the marble. His chest pressed heavy against your back, keeping you pinned, one massive hand closing around both your wrists easily. You whimpered, wiggling under him, but it didn’t get you anywhere. He had you completely still with nothing more than the weight of his body and one arm.
“Always get worked up when I manhandle you, huh?” His voice was low, amused, right against your ear. He gave your wrists a squeeze, his thumb brushing your pulse. “So damn weak—look at that. Can’t even get your hands free.”
You whined, hips rocking back against the hard length grinding into you. Toji chuckled, deep and smug, his other hand sliding down your side until his palm settled over your thigh. He wrapped his fingers around it, giving it a firm squeeze—his hand nearly swallowing the curve whole.
“Fuck,” he muttered, more to himself than you. “You don’t even realize how small you are, do you?”
His hips rolled again, cock straining against the thin barrier of your clothes, brushing the damp spot between your thighs. You gasped, legs trembling, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
In one smooth motion, he lifted you. Just—picked you up like you weighed nothing, your legs dangling for a moment before wrapping instinctively around his waist. You clutched at his shoulders, breathless, eyes wide.
“Yeah,” he smirked, sliding you onto his cock in one deep thrust once he freed himself. “This is what gets you goin’, huh? My size. How easy I can toss you around. How much space I take up inside you.”
Your head dropped back with a strangled cry, walls clenching around the thick stretch of him. He didn’t give you time to adjust—just set a brutal pace, bouncing you effortlessly on his cock like you were made for it.
His hands gripped your hips tight, spanning nearly the whole width, his thumbs digging into soft flesh as he fucked up into you. Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, your nails scrabbling uselessly against his chest.
“God, look at you,” he groaned, eyes dropping to where you split around him. “Taking me all the way in—look how deep I reach. Bet you can feel it right here, huh?” His hand slid down to your stomach, pressing against the bulge that appeared with every thrust.
Your moan broke into a sob, your body shaking. He grinned, sharp and hungry.
“Yeah. That’s it. My short girl stuffed full of cock.” He pressed harder on your stomach, fucking into that exact spot until your eyes rolled back. “You’re fuckin’ mine—no one else could even fit you like this.”
Your walls spasmed around him, clenching desperately, and he knew you were close. He didn’t slow down. If anything, he moved rougher, lifting and dropping you onto him with single-minded focus, his own groans rumbling deep in his chest.
“Cum on it. C’mon, sweetheart. Let me feel you.” His teeth dragged against your jaw, biting down just enough to make you squeal. “Make a mess for me, tiny thing. Show me how much you love getting split open.”
Your climax hit hard, ripping through you in a gush of wet heat, your body going slack in his arms as you sobbed against his shoulder. Toji didn’t stop, fucking you through it, chasing his own release until he spilled hot inside you, grinding deep to make sure you took every drop.
When it was over, he didn’t let you go right away. He kept you pinned against him, still seated on his cock, his hand stroking your back lazily.
“Knew it,” he murmured, satisfied and smug.
