Fushiguro Toji: Cookie - Oneshot
Pairing: Older dilf!Fushiguro Toji x Younger neighbor fem!reader
Contents: p0rn without plot, Megumi's dad!Toji, grinding and dry humping, does not ask for permission (so kinda non-con, I guess), nasty cunnilingus, he's great with his tongue (duh!), ass eating, biting, pussy groping, pussy spanking, he loves to manhandle you, size kink, age-gap (reader is in early 20s, Toji is pushing 40), muscular body, he calls himself daddy, p in v, raw (don't be a dummy, wrap your gummy!), hella rough, makes you squirt, creampie but you're on birth control, massive cock obviously, dom x sub dynamic, he makes you cry, incredible arch, you're very flexible and he loves that, you got that wap, spanking in the general sense, lots of praise, he's very vocal, locking Megumi out of the apartment (no CPS required), slight choking, fingering, nipple sucking, he's mean but in a flirty way, he's also an animal, switching the positions (ariana what are you doing here?!), pet names used: baby, babygirl, babydoll, dollface, little girl, little baby, and sweetheart, he mocks you super hard, bully, lots of licking, he's obsessed with the way you smell, sniffing, he's gross and perverted, aftercare if you squint. English is not my first language. Written in present tense. (Proofread but only a little)
Nobody in Shibuya cares about your cookie(s).
Well, except for the hot dad next door. He seems to be particularly into the chocolate chip kind you make with browned butter, leaves not a single crumb when you bake extra for him and his teenage son.
Some habits stay the same when you come from a large family, so you're at their door again. Holding a batch of cookies because you made too much again.
Admittedly, you were a a little too eager to feed them and left in nothing but your silk nightgown hanging from your shoulders. The black fabric crisps at the crevices and the hem sits in the middle of your thighs.
The door opens just as you're twirling a strand of your hair around your finger, and you're forced to crane your head back to meet eyes with him.
Standing at around 190cm, he fills the doorframe with his muscular build. A black shirt hugs him deliciously, save for his big arms which he's crossing like he's trying to kill you.
You can't help but drool at the veins snaking his forearms.
"Baked again, sweetheart?" The words butter your eardrums and sends a shockwave to your pussy. You have to squeeze your thighs just to stop it from throbbing.
The pet name could make you cum if you concentrated hard enough, but you can't because he's looking down at you with a satanic smile that makes the scar crease on the corner.
You nod. "Chocolate chip! Your favorite."
It's not until he invites you in, that you gulp deeply. He's always so domineering, steps aside but still only gives you a sliver of space to slide past accidentally brushes his hard abs against your shoulder.
"Gumi, we've got company." He calls out to the teenager on the couch, a controller in his hands and about seven empty cans of Coke on the floor he hums likes he has zero fucks to give about your weirdly shaped cookies.
From afar, Megumi looks just like his father, only his hair is more wild in comparison. He hums, then returns to killing innocent people in GTA. It's almost impossible to hear Toji chuckling over the loud volume of screams from the TV, but you hear it.
Of course you do, he's towering right over you. The manly scent of his cologne sticks to your nostrils like honey, and you inhale like a creep before you're pulling your thoughts together. "Try one!"
His eyes stay on you, a lopsided smirk on his suggestive face, as he reaches for a cookie and takes a big bite. Hums rumble in his throat almost immediately, if he was a slut, he would have been moaning.
You wonder if that's what he actually sounds like in bed, want to find out really bad. So bad, in fact, your pussy throbs again.
"You've got magic hands, baby." He hums with his mouth full, then washes it down with milk straight from the carton. "Delicious."
Heat creeps up your neck and settles in your cheeks. There's razzle-dazzle in your eyes, twinkling like the stars.
Old man -nearly 40- calling you baby. You could truly melt into a puddle and die. You bounce happily with your hands on the counter, and he watches with an intensity that only perpetuates the melting. "Is it the best cookie you've had?"
So fucking innocent, he thinks. Or not at all, and you're completely aware of the innuendo, which he prefers. His eyes skim down to your thighs, then just a little up to the part you're trying so heart to silence. She's purring. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip and his eyes trail back up, "I don't know. Is it?" He whispers.
The wink he adds is the cherry on top.
If Megumi wasn't in the room, you would've bent over for him to take already. Though, it's almost like he reads your mind and digs his teeth into his lip, assessing your entire self with one look, before nearing his son by the couch. "Gumi, take this and go." He throws a 1,000 yen bill on the kid's lap.
"Bro, I'm literally gaming right now." Megumi sighs, digging his thumbs into the controller buttons, scorning through gritted teeth at the word Wasted written across the screen. "Fuck!"
"You little-" Toji groans back at him, then clears his throat. You're watching them bicker like they're best friends and not father and son. The dynamic seems cute. "Get the fuck out the house, you're cockblocking me right now." He whispers.
Megumi frowns. "Ew dad, what the fuck?!" A tut leaves his mouth. He looks down at the measly bill in his lap and fists it before getting up. "Shit, at least give me 5,000 so I can go to the movies with Yuji." He rolls his eyes. "Human Earthworm 4 just came out."
Toji can't stand the nonchalant look on his carbon copy's face, but he can't stand the strain in his sweats either, so he empties his pockets. "Here damn!" He throws the bills on the couch, which Megumi pockets immediately. "Fucking parasite, suckin' my wallet dry."
Megumi pays no mind to the complaints and slips his shoes on. He does not leave though, not without telling you: "You're genuinely cooked if you let him hit, by the way."
"And don't come back for at least two hours, little shit." Toji closes the door on him.
You're left to look up at him with a faint smile. "What'd he mean?"
"Don't worry 'bout it." Toji sighs. He's already circled the couch, approaches you enough to smell you. He fucking groans. There's a scent coming off of you, one that directly results in the erection of the bulge in his sweatpants. "He's a dumbass."
It's impossible to ignore. He's big.
Terrifyingly so, and he hasn't even whipped it out. Your head reaches up to the underside of his pecks, and his knuckles travel from your shoulder to your wrist. It's slow, like he's trying to kill you softly. Makes you shiver when he asks: "So, are you gonna let me taste your cookie?"
"But... You already did." You giggle. It barely comes out, the way he's breathing against your temple is deadly and your knees go weak because of it. His touch spurs your eyes to flutter shut, sucking cold air through a gasp, you tremble at the sound.
A chuckle, but it's deeper. If your heart wasn't palpitating so fast, you'd hear it in his chest. Like a storm, it blitzes you. "No, baby." Hand moving lower, it caresses your thigh and sneaks under your nightgown before finally seeking refuge between your legs. He palms your shit. "I'm talking about this cookie."
The gasp you let out is ecstatic and pairs dangerously with your chest heaving. It feels similar to a panic attack, only you're nymphomanically wet.
It coats his fingers through your panties, you feel him prodding your pussy like he owns it. "Goddamn. Fuckin' soaked, aren't you?"
Your hands fly to his flexed forearm and do absolutely nothing to stabilize you, so he steps him. Pulls you against him with his free hand and continues his assault between your plush thighs. He drags his fingers along your entire slit, smirking when you throb. Your clit pops out like a fucking water balloon. "T-Toji..."
"Shhhhh." He pushes you against the kitchen counter, flicks your clit to shut your nagging and make you moan instead. "There she is." He's groaning against your ear, leaned down, his large back flexing, "I know you like this, babygirl. Lemme get my fix."
Head thrown back, you whimper. It comes out in short breaths, his fingers circling your clit make you dizzy. You dig your fingers into his muscles. "Oh my... My god."
"Been thinking 'bout your pussy since you moved here." He confesses, not that it's needed. He's always looked at you like he wants to eat you. "Kept my expectations high, so let's see if they live up." He picks you up, effortlessly, like you don't weigh a thing, and places you on the counter. The cabinet above your head makes you lean back while he wraps both hands around your ankles and spreads your legs. "Fuck."
Your feet are perched on the edge and your clothed pussy is on display for him. He groans at it, wets his lips like a lion hunting an antelope. Your panties stick to your wetness, makes it see-through, shows him your pubes which seems to drive him crazy. A sweat bead rolls down the side of his sharp face, his brows are pulled together, and his hands move closer to your core. "Keep these legs open."
Squirming on his kitchen countertop, you feel as though you're being taken advantage of, and for some reason that turns you on. Makes you drip down the cabinets.
"Mmm, fuck. Look at that." He huffs against your pussy, the tip of his nose brushes your clit painfully. "Cunt just begging for me to put something in it, yeah?"
Desperation seeps from your pores when you nod. "Please."
"What d'you want? Huh?" His sly fingers hook inside your panties and pull it to the side. Your bare pussy aches for him, absolutely throbbing to the rhythm of his voice. "What should daddy put in this pretty little pussy, baby?"
"Anything pleaseeeeeeee- Toji please!"
His large hands engulf the back of your thighs, he pushes them up and back, spreading you apart in an obscene manner. The smirk turns conceited, borderline evil. He leans down and inhales. It's gross, he's disgusting, sniffing your pussy like it's cocaine. "Fuuuuckkk, lift your hips. Gotta eat it real good."
He rips your panties off your legs and shoves his face between your thighs in the same breath, immediately moaning into your wet core. His nose pushes past your folds, and his tongue fucks you shamelessly. You're the ice cream served with a hot cookie.
It gets you squirming, crying almost, and when you close your legs around his head, "Keep 'em open." He slams them back against the counter. "Not gonna tell you again." He mumbles through slurps, drinking your leaking cunt.
His fingers leave prints around your ankles that will soon turn into purple-ish blue contusions. He licks you from your asshole, all the way up to your clit. "Mmm, fuck. Taste so fuckin' good." He presses his lips around your clit and sucks the life out of you, gulping deeper with his fingers spreading your folds apart. "Delicious." He mumbles, cusses under his breath.
Jaw flexing intensely, he breathes on it, makes out with it. "Fffuck-" you tremble, toes curling in agony. "Toji!"
"Just like that, lemme do my work." He groans and pushes two fingers into you, scissors them inside to send you into a frenzy. You're seeing stars, and you're not sure but you think this is what a trip must feel like. "Yeah, you like my fingers inside you? Like when I fuck you like this?"
It's inevitable. He's a grown man with a high sex drive, fingering a little slut on his countertop, his teasing nature surfaces like it's clockwork. He straightens himself briefly, holding one leg while his other hand works to drive you to your climax, eyes on your flushed face. "Fucking hell, look at the way you're dying right now. All 'cause of my fingers. How're you gonna handle my cock, baby?"
"I'm gonna cum!" You ignore the mockery and spasm with every curl of his fingers. It's satanic, the way he adds another finger and pumps them in and out of you. Loud squelching almost makes you feel shame. Almost. You're coming apart in ways you didn't know were possible. "Please, gonna- gonna cum!"
He tuts, chuckles softly. His fingers dig into your thigh, the others keep thrusting in and out of your pussy at the speed of light. His muscles flex unbearably strong. His lips purse sardonically. "Already? Weak little girl."
You're nodding like a pathetic little girl, legs burning, and you feel it coming. It shoots through your body like a shockwave and hits you right where his fingers are annihilating you.
"Come on." He tells you. There's nothing soft about it, he's moaning like a man starved. "Cum on my fingers babygirl, do it."
Your entire body quivers and you're a moaning mess as you cum all over his hand, and the cabinets. Fluid drips everywhere, and the only thing holding you are his hands on your thighs. "Tojiii!"
"Mhm, atta girl. Keep it comin'." He encourages with a deep, delicious voice. "Fuck, you look so good. Goddamn." He's hissing against your pussy, then slurps your cum. He gulps it down like he's drinking a cocktail on the beach. Groaning, lapping over your entire slit. "Sweet lil' thing, fuck."
You whine, reaching out to dig your nails into his broad shoulders. His muscles are actively flexing underneath them as he drags you off the counter, hands on your ass. "Gonna do that all over again, yeah?"
"I can't-" you whimper but he knocks the wind out of you when he drops you onto the couch and kicks the controller to the floor.
He hovers over you, hands sneaking under your nightgown. "You will. I'm just starting, babydoll." He lifts the fabric all the way up to your tits, keeps it above them, grits his teeth when he finds your nipples perky and pink. "Fucking hell, you look like a real doll, baby."
You whine. His large hands squeeze your tits together, pushing your nipples together, he flicks them both with his tongue. Just once, but it's enough to absolutely destroy you. "Oh my god!"
"They're so perfect, holy shit." He straddles you, kneads your tits and jiggles them just to watch. "Got me so fuckin' hard, shit. Gonna fuck you so good you're gonna forget your name."
"Yes! Please, Toji! Please fuck me!" You beg. Literally beg. It's pathetic, embarrassing even, but you don't care. You let him push you into the couch, pull your legs apart and nestle himself between them.
He tuts, squeezes your tits again and sucks them both at the same time. "Mhm, 'm gonna, but I wanna take my time with you. Gonna get you all sorts of fucked up first, yeah?"
"Toji!" You whine, a complaint from your puckered lips, which he shuts by crashing his against them.
He moans into your mouth, one hand stays squeezing your tit while the other wraps around your throat. His thumb presses against your windpipe, it's gentle. "Tsk tsk, you're gonna shut this mouth-" he pulls your bottom lips between hi teeth then lets go, kissing you sloppily. "And let me do what I gotta do, got it baby?"
Without waiting for a sliver of permission, he grinds his hard bulge against your bare pussy. He's throbbing like you've never felt a man throb before. Grunting in your neck, lips all over your sweaty skin, he goes back to kneading your tits with one hand. He seems to be entranced by them. "Want you inside me. Wanna make you cum." You whimper.
Chuckles erupt from his throat, deep and raspy. "Trust me baby, I wouldn't let you go without shoving my cock deep inside this little pussy." His other hand moves down and cups your pussy, stroking up and down, then left and right to splatter your juices everywhere. "Just need you to cum again f'me."
You whine again and that's what drives him over the edge. He lands a smack right on your pussy with incredible force. You gasp, don't even see it coming for the second time but his biceps flex and you feel the sting through your entire body. "Stop being a fucking cry baby." He grits through clenched teeth and spanks it one more time just for good measure. "Be good and I'll give you what we both want."
"O-okay." Your whimpers butter his eardrums.
His dark hair falls on his forehead, temples dripping with sweat, you watch him straighten and pull his shirt up by the nape of his neck. He's been so animalistic, you didn't even realize he was still fully clothed.
His hard chest and broad shoulders take you for a swoon that ends with your nails in his muscles. "Come on baby, let's make you cum." He shoves two fingers inside you again. Knuckle-deep, pumps deliciously. "Grind up against my hand, don't make me do all the work sweetheart."
Your hips rolls to the rhythm of his hand, slow and steady at first, then it turns ruthless. He stabs your cunt over and over until you're getting it. Until you empty out on his calloused hands. You're spasming, out of your mind, trembling.
"There she is." He hums. His nostrils flare and he's looking down at you in admiration. "Good fucking girl, that's it."
You coat his fingers, pussy throbbing around them continuously curling inside you. "Oh my fucking god, Toji!"
"Mhm. Yeah baby, give daddy all your cum." He's already leaning down, preparing to drink you once again. His tongue laps at his fingers first, tasting you desperately, before it licks up your pussy again. "So good." He prods at your core and picks up some of your fluid, bringing is fingers to your lips. "You ever tasted yourself before?"
You whimper, shake your head no.
"Open. Taste it." He groans at the sight of your plump lips closing around the tips of his slender fingers. "Yeah, suck on 'em. Good little baby, just like that. Delicious, isn't it?"
Thick cum travels down your throat and you have no choice but to nod like a pathetic slut. "Please." You whimper finally. It comes out in short, heavy breaths. Reaching out to him, you wrap your legs around him. "Please, fuck me. Please Toji!"
He rolls his hips once, a smirk growing on his face. The scar slashing through the corner of his mouth creases deeply. "Poor girl. Came twice and it's still not enough for you?"
His palms sink into the cushion of the couch on either side of your head, trapping you under his large body. He rolls them again, the friction of his bulging sweats against your bare pussy as you gasping for air, mouth agape, eyes shut tight. "Mhm, please!"
"Mmmm, so desperate for a cock that's too big for you." He's groaning with his hand in his boxers, stroking himself a little while his other hand holds one of your legs up, nestled in your kneepit. "Gonna fuck you stupid, baby."
"Yeah!" You whine, grinding up against him.
He hums, lowers himself even more. "Yeah. Take my cock out, lemme see those hands on it." He points. His large one is replaced by your smaller ones dipping into his briefs.
He throws your leg over the back of the couch, and pushes the other one down against your chest. Your nightgown nearly drapes off your neck but you don't care about anything. Too busy whipping his dick out, watching the red tip throb with pre-cum.
It's just the tip... And it's huge.
He chuckles at the way your eyes widen. "Something wrong, dollface?" Though a moan rumbles in his chest. Your fingers barely wrap around his shaft and his head falls back.
You watch the way he Adam's apple bobs up and down, a loud gulp squelches in his throat. He quickly lowers his sweat and settles himself against your wet pussy.
His cock is thick, girthy, nearly as long as your upper leg, you worry how it'll fit, and he reads it in your eyes. "Got those big ass eyes, hah, it's what you wanted, sweetheart. You're gonna get it."
You try to squirm away, no words rolling off your tongue, but he pulls you back by your hips. "Nuh-uh-uh-uh. Back over here baby, you're gonna take this cock like a good little girl."
He pumps once, grunts, cusses under his breath. His jaw flexes angrily. Then lines his tip at your entrance, drags it up and down, makes both of you throb. You don't even care about the lack of protection, the dick is surely worth it.
"Fuck, I been thinking about this for way too long." He whispers lowly, rasp lacing his deep voice.
You're a whimpering mess, all wet and messy, grinding against his thick tip. "Yeah?" Your brows are pulled together as if it's a fucking question.
He laughs, finds it ridiculous that you're asking. "Cute little babe livin' all alone? Beat my shit to you in all positions." He pushes softly. It makes you dizzy. The very tip of his cock stretches your flesh like you're being tortured.
It has you fearing for the rest of him.
"Gonna take it slow, yeah?"
You hum, hands grabbing whatever muscle they can. "Mhm! Fuck!"
He smirks. Likes how you're being vulgar, always knew the most innocent looking ones turn out to be the freakiest.
Shortly, he thrusts, it has the two of you gasping loudly. "Fuck! So fuckin' tight 'n I'm not even in yet. Shit."
"Toji-" your chin wobbles. You feel the sting already. "Oh my god!"
Another brief push makes you arch your back under him. Hot breaths fill the room, and the lewd noises you're making make his balls incredibly hard. "Shhh, keep that mouth shut, baby. 'M trying to focus."
He rolls his hips, fully forcing his tip inside your pussy. Your skin feels like it's tearing, sitting tight around his leaking tip, and yet, the rest of his cock feels cold. He wants to ram himself in so badly, wants to ignore your cries and fuck you through the pain, but he's better than that. Knows not to scare off a cute little thing like yourself. "Oh my god, it hurts!"
"I know, baby. I know." He shushes you with a generous kiss against your lips. His tongue flattens yours, drool dripping down your cheek. "Gonna be alright. It's gonna feel good in a sec."
You moan back into his mouth, feel the tears stinging your eyes. His hands leave marks on your waist, pulling it up to arch your back even deeper. "Mhm, keep it just like that. Atta girl."
Then he starts pushing again. He's stretching you and flexing his hips, groaning like a lion, he's leaving dents in your hips. "Takin' me really well, baby. Good job." He has you blabbering, reduced to a crying mess. "Little more."
He's a liar. There's still so much of his cock left.
You're hidden under his unabridged, massive body, grappling at his chest, neck, shoulders, biceps. Those huge huge huge biceps. It makes you salivate like the other three million things he's making you feel. He's a trip. A line of cocaine. You're on the clouds when he pushes too quick, too hard. Half of his shaft gets trapped in your pussy. You clench around him and he fucking moans.
"Holy shit, baby." He's trembling. "Holy shit." Then he continues. Pushes in more and more, aches your entire body, lets you scream it out. "Almost there. Mmm, fuck. So fuckin' tight, you gotta be joking with me." He lowers his body, lips on your neck, pressing you into the couch as his balls finally hit your ass.
Humid air settles around you both, thick and smelling of sweat, he stays inside you for a bit. Every little adjustment sends a stinging wave right to his cock, makes it twitch inside you. You're moist and warm, a perfect glove for him. "Goddamn, you're so fucking tight. Holy shit, my cock's twitching so hard baby, you feel that shit?"
You're whining, nodding, pouting. An absolute mess, you're crying. "Feel it." You manage to utter, it's barely coherent.
He laughs at you, mocks you. His hands find their place on the couch again, either side of your head, he rolls his hips once, making both of you groan. He's scorning through his teeth as if he's angry at the way you feel so good. He rolls them again, you feel the tip of his cock hitting your posterior fornix right behind your cervix and your eyes roll into the back of your skull.
You're drooling, drunk on his dick. "Mmmmmm, feels s'good!!!"
"Mmmmm-" he hums longly, thrusting in and out of you at an average pace because he's way too focused on your state, laughing in your face like he hates you. He wants to fuck you like it to. His spine straightens and he's digging his fingers into your hips before slamming into you. "Yeah baby?"
You cry out lewd moans, head craned back, arching off the couch. "Yeah! Fuck! So good Tojiiiiii!"
Skin slapping fills the room, it echoes off the walls and the sound of your cries is like music to his ears. He's sweating like a waterfall, cussing under his breath. You feel too good to speak. His face says it all, brows pulled tight, teeth clenching. He bucks his hips and pulls you over his thighs, ramming into you ruthlessly.
Doesn't care about your cries.
"Fuck, c'mere." Without warning, he pulls out and throws you over the back of the couch, pulls your ass up and slams his cock inside your pussy. "Mmmm, fuck! Arch your back f'me, baby."
You pull your nightgown off of your shoulders completely and hold onto the couch, cheek pressed against it. "I'm gonna cum!"
He spanks your ass, watches it jiggle with his hips slamming against it. "Cum as much as you want, daddy's got you."
It's the way you're groaning into the couch that makes him tremble. He bucks against you, purposefully holds himself from shooting a child in your pussy, but the clench around him makes him groan. You're squirting, leaking all over his crotch and abdomen. "Goddamn, baby. Cummin' so hard for me."
"Tojiiiii...." You whine but he doesn't care. Fucks you through your orgasm, makes you climax feel lackluster as he picks up the pace. You don't even get the time to catch your breath because he wrings your body until your left leg is completely vertical against his upper body, straightened against the side of his face.
He's twisting you like a fucking contortionist.
The angle pulls him deeper and you flex your muscles around him. "Holy fucking shit! That feel good, baby?" His voice cracks, chuckles pouring out. He's hysterical. "Pussy's swallowing my cock, fucking hell! So hungry f'me!"
Your fluids mix with both of your sweat and soak into the fabric of the couch. Toji doesn't care, fucks you deeper. He leans down and pushes your leg closer to your face, you're twisting like a contortionist, finger gripping the cushion for dear life. "My- my god!"
"Let it out, dollface. Sound so fuckin' delicious. Lemme hear you scream." He grunts, it comes out like a demand. The thrusting of his hips don't slow down, in fact, he slams like you're a doll. Like he's not actively breaking you. It prompts the nastiest moans out of you. It's erotic, the way you're sobbing.
He's twitching, angry, completely undone. One hand gropes your tit, rolls your nipple between his fingers, squeezes it like it's a stress ball while he picks up the pace. You spine bends over the back of the couch, and he pulls your other leg up too.
Ankles secured in one large hand, he pushes your knees to your face and fucks his cock up into you, bruising your cervix. "Fuck- hah!" A cynical hiss falls from his lips. "Takin' me like a champ, baby. I could fuck you all day long."
"I'm gonna die." You whimper. There's not a thought in your mind, it's all spiderwebs. You're so cock-drunk, it's embarrassing.
He spanks your ass, laughs, circles your clit with his fingers, and bucks his hips up until you're basically hanging off the couch. "No dying." He pulls you back down, forces your legs around his waist instead. His lips are hovering over your trembling ones. "No dying until I'm done with this pussy."
"Need to cum!" You cry, he scoffs sardonically. "Please, I need to cum again!" It's almost like he's trying to shut your mouth with the way he slows down and pulls his cock fully out of you before slamming it so hard back into you, you start seeing stars.
They're floating all around you.
A sob cracks in your throat, he's surely bruised your cervix. "Jesus christ, baby. You like my cock that bad? Cummin' like a fucking pornstar. Shit." He thrusts right into you, skin slapping, balls hitting your asshole, his movements are sloppier, and his cock his harder than before. You can feel him throb, reach his climax. "Wanna cum with me, babydoll?"
"Yeah!" You whine, pout like a baby. Tears are glazing your eyes and sweat your skin, nipples pebbled in his face and he can't help but suck on one of them like he's waiting for milk. "Please, wanna cum!"
He coos, mocks the way you're crying, then laughs. "Mhm, yeah you do. Daddy's gonna give it to ya, baby. Want me to cum on you?"
"Mmmm..." You're begging him, nodding, nails scratching his shoulders. "Inside me, please! Please cum inside me, fuck! I need it so bad!"
He picks up the pace and slams you flat against the couch, spreading you like an eagle. "Naughty girl. You want me to fill this cunt? Not scared of havin' my babies in you?"
"On birth- birth control." You moan out through breathy sobs, whine. "Please! Please please please! I need it so bad!"
"Jesus fucking christ." He's watching you in awe, brows furrowed. He's never had a woman beg for him cum like this before, let alone a hot little babe with a pussy so wet. He's making you drip all over the floors, soaking the couch in your fluids, and yet all he can manage to utter is: "I'ma fill you up real good, baby. Make sure this pussy's completely full."
His forehead rests against yours as the two of your chase your highs. You're spasming under him and he's shuddering as his cum shoots through your squelching lips, filling you warm cunt with thick fluid. It's hot, like it's burning you from the inside out.
You hear his groans inside your fucking ear, lips against the shell of it, he thrusts all of it in, cussing out a throaty "Fuck!" And rolling his hips one last time before he collapses on top of you.
Heart palpitations are heard throughout your bodies. His chest heaves against yours and pushes you further into the cushions. His cock continues to throb every now and then, and each time it makes him tremble. The way you clench around him, the way you're whimpering sensitively under him, your nails scratching his broad back, he's in heaven. Toji's never felt so high before.
"Fuck." He repeats. A sudden cold wind blows over your tits and you realize he's lifting himself off of you, backing up and sitting on his heels instead. His hands are already on your thighs and before you can question his intentions, he's pulling you to his face and slurping your pussy again.
You hiss, trying to push away. "Toji-"
"Shhh." He spanks your sensitive core, makes your clit throb painfully. His face his all up in your cunt, slick glazing his cheeks and nose, dripping down his chin. His tongue laps at you, it's perverted how much he's moaning. Hot breath makes you shudder as his mouth opens and closes around you lips, dipping in and out of your hole. He's incredible with it, professional even. "You cum so good, baby."
Your nails scratch the fabric of the couch, fingers don't work very well anymore. Your bones have turned to jelly, he's eating you to death. "Oh my goh-god! Fffffuck!"
Leaning down where he lowers your pussy on the couch, he licks up your slit one last time before he flips you around. You're on your knees, he pushes your head down, tells you to "Stay down." Your spine involuntarily dips into an arch and he forces your thighs apart. "Daddy's gonna eat it baby. Daddy's gonna eat it."
Your words are cut in half with his tongue licking the rim of your asshole. The tight muscle spasms like a vortex and he's spreading your cheeks to get in deeper. His nose sits between your crease, tongue licking your asshole just as intensely as it did your pussy.
He has an insatiable craving for every part of you, as if he's been going through withdrawals. You wonder when the last time he fucked someone was. Wonder if he ate their ass too.
Mumbling inaudible bullshit into your hole, he swirls his tongue around inside the tight muscles. Cusses under his breath, hisses angrily. Then he's licking his lips like he's finished eating a delicious meal, spanks your ass again, can't get enough of the way it moves. He punches one cheek and jiggles it, "Goddamn." He's watching intently, eyes burning into you. "So fuckin' perfect." Is the last thing he says before diving again, tongue first into your asshole.
It shoots another wave of shock to your pussy, which he grabs with one hand. His fingers push past your folds without shame, like he's been there, done that. He's fingering you again, tongue assaulting your anus. You're convulsing, shaking on your knees.
"Fuck, Toji! What the fuck?!" You're wailing into the cushion, trembling as you cum once again. It's a lot calmer this time, he's milking the very last of you. Cum drips down your thighs and you clench around his fingers, making him hum in approval.
He pulls them out and spreads your cum over your asshole, licks it up like a thirsty dog lapping up water. "Fuck-" he grunts in between slurps. "You're so-" another grunt. "Fucking delicious."
He sucks on the muscle, drinks whatever fluids have pooled in the rim, and kisses it with a wet pop. His hand lands on your cheek one last time and makes it sting for good measure, before he pulls you up and wraps a hand around your neck.
Your small back presses against his heaving chest, and the only thing holding your body is the fingers that are pressing into your windpipe. His teeth graze your earlobe, "Fucking hell baby, you're so fucking perfect."
Melting back into him, your body shudders occasionally. His big arms snake around you then, and he leans into the couch.
You're both panting, filling the room with thick, humid air. "So fucking perfect." He repeats behind you, makes you sit next to him, gets you comfortable by throwing your legs over his lap.
His cock is semi-hard, he could go for another round, but the fatigued look on your face makes him change his mind. He chuckles, slaps your thighs lightly. "Think I was a lil' too rough on ya."
You're force out a giggle, but it only reminds you of how sore your body is. Even breathing seems tiring. "I liked it." You admit.
A brow raises and he's smirking. "Oh yeah?" You watch the way his bicep flexes when he reaches for a pack of cigarettes on the coffee table next to him. Plucks one and sets it between his lips, close to the scar. He lights it and takes a long puff before holding it out for you. His eyes are glued on your face, lips blowing out smoke. "Maybe we could do this again, some day."
"Maybe." You reach for the cigarette, take a hesitant puff and cough immediately. You're gasping for air while he laughs.
"If you're not a smoker, just say so baby."
You hit your chest, catching your breath.
Silence falls over the two of you, chests settle calmly, the air simmers into a nice breeze in and out of the window.
Then you're admitting anything and everything on your mind, thought-dumping after good sex. "I really like you."
He wets his lips, looks you up and down. "Hm?" But he doesn't wait for you to repeat it. Doesn't need to. He smirks, gives the side of your thigh a little pinch. "Maybe I like you a little too."
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