toji ruts his hips against yours, thick thighs slapping against yours in a frenzy. his girthy cock stretches your gummy walls to the brink, a pleasure so overwhelming that it makes you moan uncontrollably. his broad frame presses down against you, all muscle and heat as he cages you in beneath his weight. every movement forces you to feel all of him, and god, you’re so uncomfortably wet, slick pooling between your legs and dripping down onto the sheets in messy gushes.
“fuck, you’re so fucking wet,” he grunts against your ear, a mix of frustration and awe. his cock slips in and out of your abused hole with ease, the drag of it deliciously raw against your fluttering walls.
you try to answer, but nothing comes out except broken cries. you’re already so dumbed out on his cock that words feel impossible— all you can do is whimper and gasp for him as he destroys you.
your whiny moans echo through the walls of your bedroom, harmonizing with the filthy sound of wet skin slapping and the desperate creaking of your poor bed. the red glow of the digital clock on the nightstand catches your eye, and you fleetingly see the time: 11:53. just seven minutes left until tomorrow. yet here you are, folded up beneath toji, your pussy stretched wide as your boyfriend fucks you senseless to satiate his need for you.
“look at this,” he mutters, pulling back slightly to watch how your folds grip him. his glazed green eyes lock onto the way his angry red tip disappears inside you, his cock coated with your slick, creamy arousal gathering in a thick ring at the base of his length.
“shit, you’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good, baby,” he hums, almost to himself, and the sound of your squelching cunt only seems to make him more feral. he’s panting now, overcome by the sensation of your heat squeezing him so tight. he doesn’t even try to hold down the groan that rumbles deep in his throat, his abs flexing against your stomach with every heavy thrust.
his eyes roam higher, landing on your tits. every brutal snap of his hips sends them bouncing perfectly in his view, and he can’t help but stare. and then his gaze finally locks on you— completely fucked-out, your delicate eyebrows drawn together in pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut as soft tears cling to your lashes, your lower lip tucked between your teeth as if to conceal just how much you’re enjoying this.
but toji fucking hates that.
“don’t do that, baby,” he chuckles darkly, his hand lifting from your waist to tug your lip free from your teeth. his thumb lingers, slowly dragging across the spit-slick skin. “lemme hear you. loud, sweetheart. just how i like it.”
your eyes flutter open to meet his, and the sight of your mouth falling open as you moan wrecks him completely. you’re too perfect, too fucking ethereal like this, and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold back.
“you’re killin’ me here,” he groans, his breath hot against your lips.
toji slows, only briefly, just enough to readjust you. his rough hands grip your thighs, pushing them forward and back until your legs are bent and folded snugly against your chest. the new position makes you squeak in surprise, only for him to cut you off with one fluid thrust, his cock slamming deeper into you than before.
“o-oh my god—toji!” you cry out, gasping as your upper body arches off the mattress, pleasure flooding you like a threat. the angle lets him grind against the sensitive bundle of nerves you can never reach, and your walls flutter wildly around him.
but instead of slowing, he leans in closer, draping your trembling legs over his shoulders. you’re so caged in beneath him, pinned between his weight and the merciless pressure of his cock splitting you apart over and over again.
he grins when your hand claws desperately at his back, gripping onto anything you can. “doin’ so good for me,” he praises, his voice rough now, and his breath grazes your ear with every word. you cry harder, the intimacy of his words so overwhelming that you don’t notice his hand sliding up to trap your wrists above your head.
“stay just like that for me, sweetheart,” he groans, pressing his hips flush against yours until he’s impossibly deep. “hands up— there ya go. fuck, lemme take care of you.”
his hips snap harder now, a punishing rhythm that leaves your legs trembling on his shoulders. you whimper, another tear slipping from the corner of your eye as he pounds you into the mattress relentlessly.
toji’s tongue finds yours when he crushes his lips to your mouth, tilting his head and biting at your lips until you grant him access. his tongue dominates yours completely, swallowing every single moan and sob that escapes. it’s suffocating, filthy, and so him that it makes you head spin.
you lose it completely when his hand snakes between your sweat-slicked bodies, his rough thumb finding your swollen clit with practiced ease.
“c’mon, gorgeous,” he rasps, his lips dragging over yours before nipping gently at your jaw. “wanna feel you cum all over me— be good and let go for me.”
he draws tight, quick circles over your clit, pressing down just enough to undo you completely. your thighs quiver violently as the wave hits like a shock, your walls milking his cock with a force that makes his abs flex against you.
“there we go, such a fuckin’ good girl,” he growls, his thrusts faltering slightly as you clench mercilessly around him.
but he doesn’t stop— not until his rhythm grows sloppy and you feel him twitching deep inside. with one final, deep thrust, he spills into you, hips stuttering as as a guttural moan tears from his throat. his cock pulses with the sheer force of it, thick ropes of cum filling your abused cunt, warm and heavy.
your head falls back against the pillow, utterly wrecked and spent, tears staining your cheeks as you babble his name softly.
and just when you think it’s all over, toji flips you onto your stomach with little effort.
“nah, baby. we’re not done yet,” he mutters against your hair, his cock already hardening again as he presses deep into your heat, the mess of your combined fluids dripping obscenely down your thighs.
the clock on the nightstand now reads 12:05.
getting fucked into a new day has never been better.
a/n. i am nothing but a hole for that man
