toji feels like a freak for wanting you this badly
18+, perv!toji, fem reader, established relationship, slight breath play
he can’t tell you about certain parts of him. at least not the parts that would have you running for the hills.
the brute loves you, wants to see you smile, wants to do whatever he can to make your life easier. but he can’t ignore that gnawing urge in the back of his brain.
toji wants to do a lot of things for you. it’s the things he wants to do to you that make him feel like the most disgusting man on earth.
that’s exactly why he fucks you softly. holds back, doesn’t let himself do more than what he believes you can handle.
classic missionary is the name of the game most nights, some handholding, maybe a hickey somewhere on your thigh where your skin is the thickest and won’t blemish easily. if you feel good, he feels good.
but the mental images he always ends up fucking his fist to are an entirely different ballpark. he might as well never be redeemed.
he wants to feel you ride him, cunt clenching around his length while you let your spit dribble into his awaiting mouth. wants to wrap a hand around your throat and feel your breath seize under his palm. maybe take you on the floor of your bedroom like he was raised by curses. out on the porch while he has his morning smoke.
toji swears his mind started playing tricks on him a week ago.
either that, or he’s grossly misinterpreted the things that are starting to make him think you can read his mind.
it begins with a movie. something you’ve done together on fridays since the start of your relationship. you don’t even ask for his input before putting it on and laying your head in his lap. toji thinks nothing of it.
the film starts off innocent enough. a little corny if he’s being honest. only, it’s the sex scenes that get him. the filthy, graphic, borderline pornographic sex scenes that have him tenting so hard he might as well start a campsite.
“he’s really giving it to her.” toji chuckles awkwardly, trying to focus on something, anything but imaging the two of you recreating the scene you seem to be watching so intently.
“yeah, he really is.” you mumble, almost sounding… fond? no. that can’t be right.
things don’t fare any better two days later when you’re at his place helping him sort through his storage.
he’s in the kitchen in record time as soon as he hears glass smash, leading you away from the pile of clear shards with a string of expletives.
“you okay?” he asks you, thumb rubbing over the apple of your cheek tenderly.
“i’m fine.” you tell him earnestly. looking over at the mess you made with a look that almost seems mischievous.
“that vase was expensive, im sorry.” you tell him. only, you don’t really sound sorry at all.
toji ignores the pointed look in your eyes, and sighs.
“it’s fine. just an accident.” you could wrap his car around a pole and he still wouldn’t be mad at you.
“can i make it up to you somehow? it’s okay if you’re angry.” you offer, tugging him a little closer by the belt loop. that look in your eyes from earlier seems to have magnified tenfold. he’d have to be an idiot not to catch onto what you were implying.
god, was that even what you were implying? toji wasn’t crazy, you were asking him for a punishment, right? the thought alone has him leaning up against the counter to steady himself.
he lets you guide his hands around the circumference of your waist and squeezes the skin there a little harder than he means to. except, instead of shying away, you push his hands lower, letting him squeeze and knead the plush curve of your ass while he thinks of all the ways this situation could go.
no. he had to stop letting that part of his brain get the best of him. you were sweet. fragile as could be with a heart made of gold. he couldn’t keep projecting his fantasies on you like this.
“…toji?” you mumble, wary of the silence between you two.
your boyfriend shakes his head with a huff, sending you to fetch the dustpan with a kiss and a pat on your ass.
he takes a freezing cold shower that night.
toji’s last straw comes only a day later.
you’re laid bare under him, making the sweetest sounds with your thighs on either side of his body. he knows you like it like this, getting fucked open on just his tip while he tells you what a sweet girl you are. how much he loves your body, the things you do to him.
except, you whisper something in the moment. two syllables, soft like powdered snow on a winter morning.
and toji must not be hearing you right because he thinks it sounds a lot like you just asked him to go harder.
“what’d you say, baby?” his voice cracks when he speaks. even the sheer possibility of you saying what you might’ve just said is enough to make him feel dizzy.
don’t give him false hope.
“fuck me harder.” you whine, digging the balls of your feet into his lower back.“you’re always so gentle.”
toji couldn’t form a thought right now even if he tried.
he lets you pull him in closer, feeling the tip of his cock pop past the initial resistance of your heat before he’s seated inside of you.
“i-holy fuck- i thought you wanted gentle?”
“when did i ever say that?”
his vision starts dotting. black and inky around the edges. there was no way this was happening right now. he must’ve done something godly to deserve his deepest fantasy practically being served to him on a platter.
“god, cmon. do something.” you mutter, squeezing his shoulders like it’ll hotwire him back to reality. “slap me around a little, make it fun.”
right, fun. he can do fun.
toji ruts forward experimentally, snapping his hips against the backs of your thighs to gauge your reaction. he watches your expression shift as your body accommodates the sudden stretch.
you moan, long, sweet, and delicious drawn out. toji has to squeeze the base of his cock briefly to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there.
he starts to pound into you, bundling your wrists up in his hand and pressing them far above your head.
the look on your face is to die for.
“yeah? you want it like this?” he asks you, voice a little deeper than it was before. “want me to take you like this?”
you nod, throwing your head back in ecstasy as his tip pounds against that special spot nestled at your core. you’ve never felt him like this, every pulsing, searing hot inch somehow pressing up inside of you all at once. you loved this toji. craved this toji.
five thick fingers curl around the beginning of your throat. not squeezing, just resting.
“who knew you were such a-“ you gasp at a particularly hard thrust “—fucking perv.”
you’ve barely gotten the last word out before your head is wrenched to the side, stinging where his palm had met your cheek.
“fuck did you call me?” he asks you, squeezing your cheeks into a pout. you look up at him through pupils big enough to swallow the both of you whole. “what’d you say?”
“you’re a perv.” you tell him, voice stuttering every time his hips slap against your ass.
the hand around your neck squeezes at the sides, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to give you that floaty lightheaded feeling.
toji can’t physically take his eyes off of your face, dick throbbing at the blissed out smile you give him.
“i’m not the one who was being a fucking tease all week.” he grits. your head wrenches to the side again, this time your other cheek stings.
“and i’m definitely not the one who broke a vase so i’d get bent over a knee and punished for it.” he adds.
you flutter around him at that, and toji’s only goes harder.
he fists his head around the back of your head, bringing your face up to where his neck meets his shoulder. you know just what to do, biting down on the taught muscle there with a shaky groan.
“you think i’m stupid? you think i wouldn’t catch onto the game you were playing?”
he’s close. you both are, teetering on the edge of your orgasms like some sort of nasty show of brinksmanship.
you kiss up the sides of his throat, voice shaky as you whisper into his skin.
“at least i’m not a pussy who can’t own up to what i like.”
that’s exactly what sends toji over the edge, oddly enough. he practically crumples in on himself as his balls pulse, shooting hot ropes of cum into you like there’s no tomorrow.
he waits. one beat, two. shakes his head to clear his thoughts. then gets right back to fucking you. overstim be damned, toji was still hard as a rock.
“holy shit” you gasp, clawing at his shoulders as he fucks his seed back inside of you.
your boyfriend sucks his thumb into his mouth before bringing it down to toy with your clit, rubbing the nub back and forth.
“don’t worry about me baby.” he reassures you. “i can go all night.”
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