(18+) your relationship with toji fushiguro was ruining his life
you let him eat you out one (1) time and the man's obsessed. like hands gripping your thighs open while you came all over his tongue, obsessed.
your ex, shiu, had introduced you two less than two weeks ago, and in that time, toji had already begged you to have his kids.
and also swore that he'd never get with someone like you.
someone with a mouth and an attitude that never seemed to go away.
at first, you didn't care. he was just an uptight bitch, just like his best friend, who didn't like actually being told about himself.
then he twirled his fingers in your hair to bother you –
yanked softly,
laughed and walked the other way.
oh and flung you over his shoulder when you kept arguing with him about god knows what.
and he snatched your phone just to see you searching for him on instagram and to your surprise, gave you his number.
you see how we get in this predicament?
because now, after only two hours of holding your composure, you'd called that man.
he's in your bed –
it's been only twenty minutes
and you've came three times already.
"hah– gimme one more.." he grumbled.
his hands began working their way up your torso before his fingers found your nipples, pinching lightly. your body jolted, thighs stuttering upward, chasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit.
it's evil how someone you said you'd give no attention to has you pulling his hair like you may die if he stops.
the filthiest sound fell from your mouth as he pulled back to suck his fingers before plunging them inside you.
"ngh... wait, shit–," you whimpered, head hitting the pillows.
"think i'm gonna cum..."
"mm, right.." he hummed, kissing your swollen folds while you buckled just for another touch.
"fuckin' needy.. y'know that?"
his fingers stilled to where they were inside you and your hips jerked instinctively, fucking yourself on his hand. a smile formed on his lips as he looked up at you from between your thighs. his pupils were blown, like he'd never seen anything better.
barely anything good comes from replying to some corny ass story post of someone's forearms – this is the only positive outcome.
you're actually so annoying for posting that
you rolled your eyes before opening up your call log. he answered after the first ring.
"you never answered my question," he replied, dryly.
"nothing major, you just needed to know," you added.
something tightened in your chest. not anger, no. just that split moment where your mouth opens, then closes –
because whatever comes out of your mouth next
was going to change several things you thought you knew about yourself.
"you go first," you spat, voice rising.
he hummed, turning the thought over in his head. your chest rose and fell fervently before the words spilled.
"say that shit to my face."
"fine," he added. "send your location."
you hung up,
and sent that shit faster than common sense.
so you really shouldn't be surprised at the outcome.
and your self-respect is screaming that you should be, but between the way he'd flipped you on your stomach and dragged you back, flush against his lips – it felt good to lose some of that.
"can't believe he let you go," he scoffed, pulling back to suck your juices off his fingers.
"never said you were."
he stood up, fingers working the strings on his sweats.
"besides, i can tell."
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