𝜗𝜚 toji’s a freak but you’re an even bigger one, and he’s just trying to keep up before you fuck him to death . . .
“baby, come on—”
toji groans, arm flung over his eyes as he hears you shuffle back onto the bed. the mattress sinks beneath your weight and he feels the drag of your nails along his abs, trailing toward the mess between his legs. everything’s soaked, your thighs, his cock, the damn sheets—and his body’s fucking spent. even his heartbeat is still struggling to slow down from the last round you just wrung out of him.
“we just finished,” he mutters, jaw tense, sweat glistening down his neck from how deep he was buried inside you minutes ago.
you hum as you straddle him, pussy bare and puffy and still dripping, hovering just above the tip of his cock. “twenty minutes is enough recovery,” you breathe out, hips twitching with impatience. “unless… you’re tapping out already?”
toji barks a laugh, shaking his head against the pillows. “you’re fucking insane.”
“you say that like it’s new,” you giggle, then lower yourself, chasing the heat of him as you rubbed your folds against his sensitive cockhead. “and yet you’re hard again already.”
“that’s just my body betraying me,” he says, but there’s a dangerous grin starting to tug at his lips.
“then punish it,” you whisper, leaning down to nip his earlobe. “or should i ride you like a good girl while you whimper under me again?”
he flips you before you can blink.
your back hits the mattress with a squeal and your thighs spread without being asked, welcoming his bulk as he shoves your legs up and folds you in half. your cunt flutters with anticipation as he lines himself up, and you don’t even try to hide the giddy smirk you wear.
“that’s more like it,” you purr, voice syrupy. “show me what that stroke game really looks like, old man.”
toji scoffs— then slaps your pussy hard enough to make you jolt.
“keep talkin’ like that and i’ll fuck the attitude outta you,” he growls.
you moan at the sting, licking your lips. “promise?”
the fourth round is rougher.
there’s nothing sweet about the way he pistons into you now— hips snapping with bruising precision, hands locked around your wrists and pinned above your head as he leans in, mouth dragging along your jaw with hot, panting breaths.
“still think it’s weak, huh?” he grunts, drilling into you harder, the headboard rattling with every movement. “talk now, brat.”
but your voice is wrecked, just moans and breathy little whimpers as your body takes in all, juices leaking out with each filthy slap of skin.
you try. “s-stroke still- mmf- k-kinda mid—”
he smacks your tit just to watch it bounce, then bites your neck.
“shut up.”
you cry out, legs wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him deeper. you love this game. love when he gets like this, mean, rough, and desperate to make you shut the fuck up with his cock. toji always pretends he’s in control, but deep down he’s just as addicted as you.
“you just needed this nasty fuckin’ dick, huh?” he sneers, hips crashing into you like a goddamn machine. “couldn’t even wait thirty fuckin’ minutes before getting needy again.”
your tongue lolls out, and he spits in your mouth without hesitation.
“swallow,” he commands.
obediently, you do.
by the fifth round, you’re shaking.
he’s got you on your knees now, head squished into the pillows, ass up high. your face is wet with tears and drool, and your cunt is throbbing— slick and raw and overstimulated as hell, but so fucking greedy for more.
toji grabs the base of your spine, pushing it down so your back arches even deeper.
“sloppy little cocksleeve,” he growls, landing a harsh slap to your ass. “drippin’ like a whore. and after five fuckin’ loads? still not satisfied?”
you wiggle your ass at him, breathless but smug. “only five? damn. weak performance for a guy with muscles like that.”
another slap cuts the air— making you scream.
“okay- okay! that one stung,” you giggle through the pain, but it dissolves into a moan when he grabs your ass and spreads you open, watching his cum drip from your swollen hole.
“you’re the freak,” he mutters, almost in disbelief. “i’m over here thinkin’ i’m some sex god, but you—” he slaps your pussy again just to hear the wet sound. “you’re insatiable.”
“then fuck me like you mean it, ‘ji,” you taunt, glancing over your shoulder with a tear-streaked smirk.
he grits through his teeth, losing all self restraint, and drives his cock back into you, hard enough to knock the wind out of your lungs.
round six is feral.
you’re spread out on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he fucks you full with one hand squeezing your throat. the other rubs brutal circles on your clit, fingers sticky from your release.
“gonna make you squirt all over my cock again,” he pants. “gonna ruin this fuckin’ mattress, huh?”
“d-do it, then,” you choke out, squirming. “make me soak this bitch. bet you can’t.”
he growls, slaps your clit, and leans in close.
“keep testing me.”
you scream when you squirt all over him thirty seconds later.
you cum again in round seven. and eight. and nine.
toji cums deep everytime— groaning into your neck, snarling into your mouth, biting down on your shoulder as he empties his balls inside you over and over. the room smells like nothing but sex. your body is a shaking mess. your poor pussy is stretched raw, fluttering around his cock, fucked so full of cum it’s leaking out in slow, creamy drips.
you should be done.
he thinks you’ve finally called it quits, your body’s gone limp, your mouth slack, but then he feels the slow grind of your hips again.
“…baby.”
“hm?”
“no fucking way,” he groans, voice hoarse.
you blink up at him with hazy eyes, but that familiar glint is still there. that insatiable hunger. your fingers drift to your clit and rub a slow circle, and toji can’t help but stare, hypnotized even as his cock twitches, still buried inside you.
“you’re possessed,” he murmurs.
you smile, breath hitching as you lazily stroke yourself. “don’t tell me you’re already tapping out after just nine rounds.”
toji sighs, but his hips are already rolling again. already fucking you deeper.
“fucking hell,” he growls, dragging your leg up to your chest, pounding into your soaked cunt with renewed vigor. “this pussy’s gonna kill me.”
“ take it mama, cmon. take this dick like you need it. ” the words stung, almost as bad at the several harsh slaps to your ass had felt. Constant pleads and cries for your man to slow down only to continuously go unheard, being followed by a stern “ kept on whinin fa this shit, now you ova here actin like you’on know what ta do ” a low chuckle escaping his plump lips as you bite down on yours, itching for that last warm, creamy release you had been waiting on for countless hours. every smack and thrust only growing rougher by the second. It was like his whole goal was to completely destroy you!?! Feeling your body continue to grow lip whining out to your love once again “ s-shit!! daddy I'm so closeee ” stuffing your face in the pillow beneath you, he only smirked deepening the already low arch your back had already been stuck in for the past few hours, knees burning and thighs aching as he speeds up his rapid pace, his thick chocolate coated dick covered in the both of you, hitting every spot just right. Just like he always knew he could. What he's been waiting to do for soooo fucking long. “ that's it mama.. my good girl.. ” he coos, smiling softly as he pats your back gently while you lightly snore away, titties swollen, bonnet long gone, and tummy and pussy filled to the brim all thanks to your boy best friend. Genuinely, what could you really do without him?? Honestly, what could anyone really do without Onyankopon??
“ take it mama, cmon. take this dick like you need it. ” the words stung, almost as bad at the several harsh slaps to your ass had felt. Constant pleads and cries for your man to slow down only to continuously go unheard, being followed by a stern “ kept on whinin fa this shit, now you ova here actin like you’on know what ta do ” a low chuckle escaping his plump lips as you bite down on yours, itching for that last warm, creamy release you had been waiting on for countless hours. every smack and thrust only growing rougher by the second. It was like his whole goal was to completely destroy you!?! Feeling your body continue to grow lip whining out to your love once again “ s-shit!! daddy I'm so closeee ” stuffing your face in the pillow beneath you, he only smirked deepening the already low arch your back had already been stuck in for the past few hours, knees burning and thighs aching as he speeds up his rapid pace, his thick chocolate coated dick covered in the both of you, hitting every spot just right. Just like he always knew he could. What he's been waiting to do for soooo fucking long. “ that's it mama.. my good girl.. ” he coos, smiling softly as he pats your back gently while you lightly snore away, titties swollen, bonnet long gone, and tummy and pussy filled to the brim all thanks to your boy best friend. Genuinely, what could you really do without him?? Honestly, what could anyone really do without Onyankopon??
here we are again. yet this time.. it's different. not too different, but different. still standing almost a foot away from the man you once called your 'boyfriend' large king sized bed, putting just enough distance between your heated bodies. air still tense as the room comes to a silence.
he's not even looking at you. only rubbing his now sweaty forehead as his other rubs his deep waves while he paces back and forth, low curses escaping his soft lips. "i can't fucking believe you." voice stern yet.. sounding somewhat hoarse, almost as if he'd be crying? Though he's right, he can't believe you.. shit, you can't even believe yourself! one second you're just having a few drinks at a function you and ony got invited to, next thing you know you're ass up face buried into eren's silk sheets as he eats you out eagerly like a starved man desperate for even the slightest taste of you! Oh how did it get to this point you wondered.. thoughts racing, trying to come up with whatever reason sounded most natural to you.. You've longed for a perfect relationship with ony for so long, and you got it! almost.. 8 months strong, yet.. here you are yet on the opposite side of your room, arguing with the man that you've now cheated on..
here we are again. yet this time.. it's different. not too different, but different. still standing almost a foot away from the man you once called your 'boyfriend' large king sized bed, putting just enough distance between your heated bodies. air still tense as the room comes to a silence.
he's not even looking at you. only rubbing his now sweaty forehead as his other rubs his deep waves while he paces back and forth, low curses escaping his soft lips. "i can't fucking believe you." voice stern yet.. sounding somewhat hoarse, almost as if he'd be crying? Though he's right, he can't believe you.. shit, you can't even believe yourself! one second you're just having a few drinks at a function you and ony got invited to, next thing you know you're ass up face buried into eren's silk sheets as he eats you out eagerly like a starved man desperate for even the slightest taste of you! Oh how did it get to this point you wondered.. thoughts racing, trying to come up with whatever reason sounded most natural to you.. You've longed for a perfect relationship with ony for so long, and you got it! almost.. 8 months strong, yet.. here you are yet on the opposite side of your room, arguing with the man that you've now cheated on..
hello my babiesss, ughhh it's been so long i'm weakkk 😩😩
so sorry for the lack of posts i was been supposed to upload! My phone broke and a girl forgot her login plus work n school been tmmm... but im back for awhile to please my babies. Hope you all have a good holiday and new years <3
sorry to be negative on the dash but..... y'all need to be nicer to fanfic writers. we all know interactions are decreasing, and even during the nine months i've been on here, i've noticed a decrease.
tell writers you like their works. comment on their works, reblog their works.
some of you act so entitled, and idk if you've noticed but you're literally making writers miserable. it makes me so sad to see my mutuals deactivate because the joy of writing has been taken away from them by ungrateful readers who are constantly demanding more, more, more, to the point where people are experiencing burnout and anxiety because they can't keep up with the constant unrealistic demands.
reminder that even though it takes you five minutes to read 1k words it might've taken the writer hours to get the words down, proofread, edit, and make the perfect fic layout.
some of you complain that there are no "good" fics anymore, yet you do nothing for the fandom, do nothing to support writers and just hide behind anon and blank blogs, complaining about every little thing till you've driven all writers off this site.
it's so tiring. please be kinder. we're all trying our best here.
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