hehim amab reader, general
dark content, somnophilia, dubcon
𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 on the hotel bed. the strap of his white tank rubbed an itchy, choking against his throat. it was unbearably warm—everywhere.
from his forehead, sticky with sweat; to his muscled thighs, a splotchy red with irritation. but the heat hadn't even been the worst of it. his eyes shifted to the blanket over his lower body where the fabric bunched, almost imperceptibly.
his cock had been aching for hours with no signs of stopping anytime soon. A deep sigh. 'just wait for it to go back down', he thought, 'and go back to sleep.' easier said than done, though. for even a fraction of a second, with the thought of putting his dick in a warm hole, it'd twitch back to life, and the timer would restart again.
this had to have been some kind of joke—he was literally edging himself. he scoffed, and turned over on his side.
where you were sleeping fucking soundly.
maybe it was fate's way of dealing with him, for mooching off of you so shamelessly. you had made his acquaintance long before and struck him as the kind and generous type. and as a man who was hard pressed for cash—even more so than usual, he simply couldn't let you go before he received another paycheck. at least, one that paid him in more than peanuts.
although somehow, upon dragging his gaze down, down, down... where a sliver of your hips peeked through from under your shirt, he couldn't find it in him to be angry anymore. he was a problem solver, after all.
with careful movements, he sat up and slipped the covers off of your sleeping form. you didn't stir. then, one leg on either side of your waist.
he froze instantly. he'd felt it before he saw it. your member growing harder against the curve of his ass. even through your sweats, it cupped him almost perfectly. his breathing stilled, and for a moment, he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. toji swallowed thickly.
getting his boxers off were not much trouble, but his hands were trembling now. gently, hooking his fingers around your waistband and letting your bottoms pool around your knees. your cock sprang free and slapped against his cheek. 'you weren't wearing any underwear', he noted silently.
he leaned back to pump you once, then twice. he didn't quite understand why he felt the need to, this was for his pleasure, not yours— but a sort of morbid curiosity nudged insistently at his brain. a few more strokes: you were fucking hung.
toji couldn't understand the growing heat in his stomach.
his body seemed to move on its own, lining your tip with his entrance. something entirely foreign to him. normally, he'd put his dick in you and hump until he was satisfied, but just this once, something deep in his head wondered how you'd fit inside of him. a twisted curiosity that just wouldn't go away.
he sank slowly, relishing in the dull burn of your shaft breaching his walls. toji couldn't help the pathetic whine that escaped him. his hole tensed sporadically, unsure what to do with the invasion.
"mngh...", he exhaled shakily.
pathetic thrusts rocked the bed as toji bounced experimentally on your cock. while shallow, he could feel the beginnings of your veins stretching him open just enough for him to take it, well, as much as he could.
his position was almost pornographic. legs wide open, hips rolling into your tip, deepening the shadows of the muscles in his torso. biting back the whimpers threatening to spill from his scarred lips. it was almost a shame you weren't awake to see it. "shit, shit, shit!", he chanted quietly. pre dribbled down his swaying dick.
a hand snuck its way up his upper thighs, into the divot of his waist, and squeezed. it was your hand holding him in place, toji realized, and choked. it was much too careful, deliberate, for you to have been still unconscious. he squeezed his eyes shut. he didn't dare to look at you, as if suddenly hyperaware of the situation he had put himself in. just breathed.
"what, gonna try to fuck someone while they're sleeping and get surprised when they wake up?", your voice. stern and mocking, with something almost dangerous at its edge. toji didn't respond.
the silence was deafening. you'd caught him mid thrust—there was no conceivable excuse he could've given, and his thighs were starting to shake from the pressure.
your eyes were dark and blown and heavy with something indescribable.
"if you're gonna ride my cock,
another hand at his waist slammed him down at a bruising pace. you came up to meet him every time, ripping breathless groans out of him. he could feel your every inch scrambling up his insides.
"fuhck— [ namenamename ], wait— oh fuck!"
his every word was punctuated with the slap of his weeping dick against his stomach. warm pre smeared glistening stripes down his abs. and what a view it was, watching his exposed muscles flushing red, and every new crease following his movements.
"auhn, i'm sorry, s-so!", toji's words were cut off by a strangled sound, one that surprised even you. a whine high pitched and desperate.
"shit, you're taking me so good. like you were made for this.", you grunted," like a damned slut."
above you, his legs spasmed, body curling over you. you didn't miss the slick spattering over your chest.
"c-cumming... m'cummingcumming—"
you kept using using him, fast and breathless. and that whispery voice of his, cracking like he was on the verge of tears... just gold.
"c-can't... fuck, i-i can't...", he breathed. it took all he had, even with your hands on him, to support his weight. you chuckled, and pulled him over on to his back. "s'alright, i got you."
he had regretted those words as soon as he'd said them. in a second, you were hovering over him. he could feel your weight crushing him, blurring up his senses.
you entered slowly, despite toji's squirming and overstimulated babbles. he was even tighter this way, taking you so deep. one hand dug into the base of his neck while the other hooked his leg over your shoulder.
you were taking your time, and toji could feel it. deep and sloppy. with every snap of your hips, you were caught against that spot that made him want to scream.
"you're fucking— ngh!", he wailed.
"fuckin' you good, huh? this what you wanted, hm, to be a fucktoy?", you sneered.
the clench around your cock was filthy. fat tears rolled down his cheeks. he was frantically humping back into you, desperately chasing your release. his expression was pathetically dazed. you chuckled lowly and met his pace.
your hand tightened around his neck, and a fragment of his mind seemed to return. toji let out a hoarse laugh at nothing in particular. but, nothing about having orgasm after orgasm forced out of him was funny whatsoever. he was just that far gone. he squealed as the watery beginnings of his orgasm spilled over his stomach.
you followed after him, roughly riding him out until you could see his stomach tighten with your cum. you could see toji's feet kicking uselessly at your sides, unable to wrench away from your grasp. you gave his throat a warning squeeze. toji responded with a stuttering moan.
"you don't think i'm done with you yet, do you?"