── .✦ friends w benefits 𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈 says the one thing you never say during meaningless sex ₊⊹ 𝒻. reader
𝓣𝐎𝐉𝐈’s nails bite into the softness of your waist, his thumb rubbing soft circles against the skin right above your belly button as he quickly thrust his hips against yours. his eyes are glued to your cunt, completely gone in the way you were sucking him in.
it was a pornographic sight, the way your cunt swallowed every inch he gave you, fluttering each time he nudged that sweet spot only he could reach.
you were so wet. so tight around him in a way he swears he's never felt.
were you always this wet?
or was he always just so worried about making himself cum that he didn't notice?
fuck, how has he ever lived without this.
maybe it was because he showed up to your doorstep drunk as shit, kissing you the second you opened the door before carrying you to your bedroom & stripping you out of his shirt.
when a sweet sigh tumbles from your lips, he glances up to watch your face scrunch in pure bliss & he swears the sight alone could've made him finish.
so, so, so pretty it made him fucking crazy sometimes.
''fuck baby, look at you,'' he gawks at your pussy, slowly running his hand down the length of your tummy before his thumb brushes against your clit, & your soft gasps paired with the way you flutter around him has him groaning under his breath. ''taking me so well. swear to god, you were made for me or some shit.''
'' 'ji,'' you whine, ''r-right there. mph. . . feels so good.''
''yeah, baby?'' he swears he could die right here inside of you & be perfectly fine with it.
as long as it meant the last thing he ever saw was the fucked out look on your face.
''god, you're so pretty. prettiest fuckin' thing i've ever seen. so tight and wet. never felt something like this.''
he doesn't know what's happening to him. why he's babbling out compliments he'd never say to you sober. the two of you were nothing but friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever the fuck you want to call it.
hell, you two weren't even really friends. just two people wanting the same thing with absolutely zero strings attached. but over the last couple of months . . . he doesn't know what's been going on.
sometimes you two just hang out casually. like, going to get fast food after another date you went on with some loser ended terribly or movie nights when your girls cancelled on your once again. and sure, it always ended with you bent over the kitchen counter or in the backseat of his, but even he knew you were starting to blur the lines of fuck buddies
which was why he was as drunk as he is right now.
he thought maybe he had just lost his game. got too accustomed to the same pussy for too long & just needed to fuck another girl.
he tried fucking some girl he'd met at the bar, but the second he got her into the bathroom, her hands pressed against the countertop as she looked over her shoulder at him expectantly, he walked out without saying a word.
so, he drank himself silly, went to another bar & tried it again with another girl. but this time when she lowered herself to her knees & wrapped her lips around his dick, sucking him too fast & too hard, the same thing happened.
he could not keep his shit up.
so he carried himself to your apartment, thinking that maybe he was developing premature erectile dysfunction or something, but the second he saw you in his shirt & lace panties, that unfortunately was not the case at all.
''oh my god,'' you throw your head back against the pillows & squeeze your eyes shut, his words making your head spin. ''keep talking like that. s-so close.''
''beg for it,'' he was breathing so heavily now, hips rolling against yours h. ''c'mon, baby. be a good girl.''
''shit . . . say it again,'' he cuts in.
you furrow your brows, looking both confused & surprised. ''say what again . . .?"
''my name,'' he clarifies before dropping his face into the crook of your neck, his mouth wandering from below your ear, down to your pulse point, softly sucking until he feels your nails dig into his back & your walls squeeze round him. ''say my name again and i'll think about it.'' he quickens his pace inside of you. ''do anything you want me to, baby. love how you say my fuckin' name. swear it's my favorite thing.''
''toji--'' your hands move up his muscular back to his shoulders until you reach the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging it slightly. ''i'm gonna cum. you feel so good ── fuck.''
he hadn't even realized he'd done it, but at some point, he reached up & grabbed the hand that was tangled in his hair, pinning it to the pillow beside you head & interlocking your fingers together.
he has no idea what the fuck he's doing. he can't even control himself anymore. he felt like he needed to be closer to you ── deeper in you. like he was embedded in your skin or something.
it scared the shit out of him.
''feels good?" he lifts his head out of your neck & stares at the way your face contorts when he pushes himself impossibly deeper & faster into your pussy, the sounds of plap, plap, plap filling the room with each thrust. "tell me it feels as good as you're making me feel.''
you nod feverishly, brows knitting together before your hand reaches up & cups the back of his neck, pulling him down & smashing your lips against his. he groans against your mouth, his thrust becoming sloppy & uneven & you know he's getting close.
he kisses you sloppily & slowly, wanting to memorize the taste of you in his brain. with an audible pop, he pulls back, a string of spit connecting your lips. he presses his forehead to yours & reaches his free hand to cup the back of your knee, signaling you to wrap it around his waist.
''i'm gonna cum baby,'' his breath fans against your face. ''can you be a good girl and cum with me? wanna feel you cum all over me.''
''cum in me, toji,'' you manage, unable to stop the whimper that left you as he groans. ''please, baby. fill me up.''
he presses his face into your neck again & moans. a soft yet deep, breathy moan that was so unlike himself. this was too much.
his pace becomes relentless, his tip nudging your sweet spot over & over & over again with such force the bed beneath the two of you threatens to give out. he bties down on your shoulder, trying his best to stiffle the noises threatning to escape him.
the sounds of him holding himself back mixed with the pleasure of his teeth digging into your skin has you crying out & with no warning, the coil in your belly snaps. your arms cling to his shoulders as your nails dig little crescents into the muscles, pussy spasming around him as he fucks you through it.
''yeah that's it,'' he coos. ''such a good girl for me, sweetheart.''
you were so warm & soooo wet as you gushed around him, & he couldn't stop himself from slurring as he nuzzled his dick deeper, chasing his own high.
''fuck, just like that baby. keep cumming for me. squeezing me so tight. don't ever wanna be inside anyone else like this. shit──''
toji's grunts grew louder & thrust sloppier, until finally, he gave one final thrust & stilled. his teeth dug further into your shoulder as his head started to spin & then──
he didn't even know he said it, his mind was blank as he spilled rope after rope inside of your still spasming cunt before he collapses on top of you, panting.
but he felt you freeze below him, body tensing in a way he'd never felt.
not a good way either, one that has him sobering up real fast.
''toji . . . what did you just say?''
let’s lowkey ignore how ass this is. i just needed to put something out.
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