“I bet you’d like that, huh?” Before Toji could even flash you that signature cocky ass smile—
Smack!
Your hand makes contact with his face, landing a firm smack on his left cheek. Toji just holds his hand over where yours once laid.
“You think that shit hurts?”
He was unaffected. Of course he was. The act on your part wasn’t necessarily done with the intent of dealing damage, more so a physical representation of your frustration.
“I don’t give a damn.” You cross your arms and thump your foot on the floor.
The sight was adorable to Toji. You might be physically intimidating to others, but never to him. So your attempts at looking scary would always fall flat, but he admired your effort. In fact, they even turned him on.
“You look like you give a damn. All angry in the face. S’cute.” He attempts to place a hand on top of your head, but you just smack it away.
“Oh, so it’s like that, huh?” His eyebrow cocks up.
You turn to walk away from him and head back to your shared bedroom, in which you had no intent of sharing with him tonight.
He followed behind you to the bedroom like an obedient puppy. He was always so cute when you were angry at him. It’s like he knew how easy it was for you to fold when he was like this. You may be stubborn, but you were oh so weak when it came to Toji.
“The fuck are you following me for?” you retort back to the man.
“C’mon, mama, let me take care of you. M’sorry, okay?” The look in his eyes was genuine, but you can’t keep letting this shit slide with him. He just keeps fucking up and thinking being all sweet and nice will work. As if him giving you a massage with those oh so big and sexy hands of his before shoving those wonderful fingers deep into your pussy and curling them till you squirt all over them, then fucking that fat cock into you and—
We’re getting off track. The point is he acts if if doing all that makes things better. He keeps thinking kindness and sex is an apology for bad behavior. Bad behavior you know for a fact he will repeat a week from now.
But the sex was so good. Fuck. You start to wonder if you must be some kind of sexual degenerate, always turned on whenever you’re angry. That can’t be normal, can it? Whatever.
“No.” You stand your ground firmly.
“No?”
“No.”
…..
Both of your clothes are sprawled out on the floor as a plap plap plap! sound fills the room.
“Harder, bitch,” you moan, your face wincing in a mixture of pleasure and pain as you bark whine demands at him. He’s already bottoming out inside you, the tummy bulge from his cock head evident. You always thought that tummy bulge thing wasn’t real till you fucked Toji. Then again, you’d never met a man as big as him. The size of his cock had you salivating.
“Really? ’Cause I don’t think you can take it much longer, baby.”
Smack!
“Wanna do it again, babe? That shit’s so hot,” he groans at the feeling of your hand meeting his cheek once again.
“S-shut the fuck up,” you whine, trying to keep your composure. A composure that, unbeknownst to you, you lost the instant his tip met your quivering cunt.
“Aw, you already tuckered out? Want me to just make you cum so you can go to sleep?” he teases.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Atta girl!” He pumps his cock deeper inside you, his rhythm faltering before suddenly gaining speed.
“Ji—jjj—Toji! T-to—ahh, Toji!” you mewl as globs of tears form in your eyes.
“Gonna cum, aren’t ya?”
You just shut your eyes and vigorously nod your head before Toji grabs your face and orders you to keep them open and look at him.
Your legs begin to spasm, then the rest of your body follows. Your pussy clenches around his girth as you cum hard. That’s Toji’s sign to release. He’s always been the type to want you to cum before he does. He speeds up to the perfect pace to reach his orgasm as your nails claw into his back while you shove your face into his neck, trying to muffle your beautiful, overstimulated moans while he fucks his load into you.
He pulls out, causing you to clench around nothing, missing what was once there. Toji pushes two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum back in before laying next to you, resting his head on your breast.
You both take a moment to regain your breath. As you do, you twirl Toji’s black locks, now soaked in sweat, around your fingers.
“Toji,” you quietly say, still a bit breathy.
“Hm?” He looks away from the bud of your breast he was absentmindedly playing with to meet your eyes.
“This isn’t enough…”
“What? You want a round two?” He raises his eyebrows.
“What? No! Toji… I’m talking about your behavior. Sex isn’t an apology, you know. You need to actually do better. I’m tired of repeating the same arguments with you, ’Ji.”
He gives you a sympathetic look.
“I’m sorry. I know.” He pauses. Toji was never one for arguments or hard conversations. He liked the easy way out of things. Normally, he’d just leave whenever problems arose in a relationship. But he liked you. He loved you. For once, he didn’t want to leave and just move on to the next. He wanted to be with you. But that didn’t miraculously make him better at dealing with serious conversations. So he avoided them with something he both knows and likes: sex. Not even for selfish reasons. He loved pleasing you. To watch your body tense up from pleasure and relax upon release. To see how good he could make you feel. To him, that was a solid apology.
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll do better for you, sweetheart. I know I was wrong.” He reaches his hand out to cup your face before placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“Let’s get all cleaned up, okay? We can go to bed afterward. It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” He pushes himself up and off the bed before placing his hands on both sides of your waist and pulling you up with ease.
“Sounds good, Toji. I love you.” You give him a slow blink, the exhaustion from both the day and the events that took place leaving you, in fact, tuckered out as Toji teased.
He pushes a loose strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear just before kissing your forehead.
“Yeah, okay. I love you too.”
a/n: I wrote this while I was angry and horny. Idek what I wanted the reader to be mad at Toji for💀
feat quarterback!toji x camgirl chem partner!reader
summary: Toji Fushiguro considers himself a very generous man, especially after using part of his D1 quarterback paycheck towards his favorite camgirl. If anything, he's a patron of the arts: dedicated, curious, and always ready for the next big thing. So when he finds out his quiet little chem partner has the same bedroom as his idol? Well... color him intrigued.
content: MDNI 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, camgirl!reader, chem partner!reader, quarterback!toji, fratboy!toji fanboy!toji, jjk college au, no use of “y/n”, prn with a ridiculous amount of plot, oral (m!receiving, f!receiving), piv, squírtíng, dumbification, toji has a biiiiig d, dáddy k!nk, size k!nk, brééding, etc.
word count: 10.1k (i don't play abt this man)
author's note: all credits of the above pictures go to their creators. The left-most picture is from thatsallitchief on X or tiktok. If anyone knows the artist of the right-most picture let me know so I can tag them!
toji's pre-game playlist: gemstone - don toliver, homecoming - lil uzi vert, don't kill the party - ty dolla $ign, love me - lil wayne, you - don toliver, nightcrawler - travis scott
These were intense times.
The Michigan Wolverines were right in the midst of the NCAA College Football Playoffs, and it has been weeks of non-stop practice, conditioning, strength training, and late-night film recaps for the team of 100-odd men–all in preparation for a chance at being the nation’s top seed.
There was much on the line, especially seeing that Senior Quarterback and Captain, Toji Fushiguro, was aiming to secure his spot in the upcoming NFL draft.
As such, his pre-game ritual (one that he has refined and perfected over the course of four years) was a strict routine backed by, and rooted down in, evidence-based science and partially unbiased statistical analyses.
It all starts with his protein shake: two whole bananas, one cup of oats, a shit ton of peanut butter, one spoon of raw honey, four scoops of protein powder, and full-fat milk.
Next, his attire. He needed his signature gray game-day sweats (unwashed for the past 10-games in a row), a muscle tank he’s owned and stretched out since high school, and his most industrial-grade, noise-cancelling headphones.
As for schedule? He needed thirty minutes of privacy, unrestricted and uninterrupted access to high speed internet, and most importantly of all: he needed to watch at least two of “stargiirl_xx”’s videos prior to heading out onto the turf.
Give him that, and he was bound to have a fuckin’ phenomenal performance on the field.
His meaty hand was already squeezing his growing erection through his sweats, the thick outline of his cock visible against the backlight from stargiirl’s newest video loading up on his laptop screen, and his protein shake already half finished by his bedside table.
He wasn’t just a fan. He was her #1 biggest financer.
Though she never showed her face, he had come to memorize the curve of stargiirl’s thighs and the moles on her hips over the course of the years. He knew her room layout by heart, and diligently watched the animes that she kept posters of on her walls.
She was the best of the best. Not showy, not performative, just purely indulging herself.
And sure, if keeping her active meant donating a sizable portion of his D1 stipend to fund her… pursuits, well, then call him a patron of the arts.
His dick shamelessly pulsed in his pants as the page finally stopped buffering and the title of the video loaded.
“Lessons in Vibrations Pt I”.
Part one?!
He knew almost immediately that tonight’s game would be a fantastic one.
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The Wolverines won their first round of the playoffs in a sweeping victory: 41-20.
And Toji Fushiguro? Well, he was the star of the show, of course. He completed more than 85% of his passes (with six of them leading to touchdowns) and led an 80-yard rush all in a single game. He was on fire: skin buzzing with adrenaline, cool sweat dripping down his face, and his large canines glinting under the fierce stadium lights as the deafening crowds roared his name.
“To-ji! To-ji! To-ji!”
He felt indomitable, floating on a high all the way from the stadium, to the bus, to the afterparty.
But in the lecture hall? Well…
His grades were barely passing for the majority of his classes, and in fact they were quite below when it came to Applied Chemical Kinetics II.
He was truly a lost cause.
He had missed countless of Yaga’s lectures throughout the course of the semester, promising himself that he would catch up on the review notes (he didn’t) and trying to watch the recorded lectures on the bus rides to any of the away games (he never).
So really, it came as no surprise to anyone when he absolutely tanked his midterms those six long weeks ago.
At the time, he was desperate. Failing class meant getting booted off the team. He needed someone who could easily cover his sorry ass for the rest of the semester, and fast.
Therefore, the obvious choices for a final project partner were between Ijichi and, well, you.
And, seeing as Toji Fushiguro had a pair of functioning fuckin’ eyes and a brain that lived partly in his pants, he chose the latter.
It wasn’t easy persuading you to take him on for the project, which was something he honestly didn’t quite expect (nor was he used to). You were stoic to his ill-attempted flattery and unaffected by his usual charm. Every smile he flashed at you seemed to wither upon arrival, and every playful remark was met with nothing more than an empty stare.
In the end, desperation drove him somewhere pride never would’ve allowed before: straight into his football stipend.
“Listen. I’ll give you $300 if you can help me pass this class.”
It was the Wednesday before the Thanksgiving break, and he remembered how his words rang loud and heavy in the dusty air of the old lecture hall. Everyone had left at this point, the class long-since over.
You had stood before him unmoved, your books hugged to your chest and your normally impassive gaze slowly piquing in interest.
He remembered how you looked up at him through your lashes, and the way you tilted your head almost cutely. “Make it $400,” you said it softly, yet with little hesitation.
He remembered how he felt himself gulp, not from the number, but at the way your eyes were scanning his face like it was the first time you even noticed him.
His hand had gripped the strap of his backpack just a little tighter.
Though, you didn’t seem to notice as you continued. “I’ll meet you on Mondays and Thursdays only, I work every other day. And I want half as security in advance.”
You pulled out your phone, swiftly punching in your password before holding it out to him, the contacts app already open on the screen.
For the first time in all of his college experience, he was genuinely caught off guard.
What the fuck?
He took your phone.
“$400?” he repeated, huffing faintly under his breath (was he amused? Annoyed? Aroused? He couldn’t tell at the time, nor does he know now) as he typed in his number. His large hands looked almost comical holding your small device. “You rob everybody like this, or am I just that special?”
He handed your phone back, his calloused fingers gently grazing your warm ones.
“You’re failing chem,” you replied flatly. “You are not special.”
He hated how his dick twitched at your words.
But most of all, he hated how he didn’t know what to say in response.
He was the star quarterback, captain of the football team, most popular guy on campus and an undeniable chick-magnet, for god’s sake!
His silence surprised the both of you, and you took it as your queue to leave. “See you later,” you glanced down at your phone, looking at his contact. “Fushiguro.”
You didn’t even know his fuckin’ name?!
And with that, you gently breezed past him, only offering him a small nod as you walked out of the room. The scent of your shampoo faintly caught in his nose as he tried to will his boner to stop growing in his sweats.
After that, the break passed uneventfully, and by the time campus filled back up again and the chill of early winter settled in, your project was impossible to ignore.
He kept to his word of paying you the $200 in advance.
You kept to yours by meeting him that following Monday.
The two of you developed a routine during the second half of the semester, meeting in libraries and cafes to review material and project timelines for the final submission.
And during those couple of hours on the Mondays and Thursdays that he had you, he came to the haunting realization that you were so… chill.
He was blunt, but you were blunt back. You flicked him when his head got too large, and he flicked you whenever you were too stuck in yours. He shoved you out of your shell at times, while you pulled him back down to Earth. It was rare, and so fuckin’ odd, this kind of dynamic between the two of you, the kind that goes unnoticed until suddenly you realize it’s there.
Soon, he would find himself calling your name from across the quad, and you would nod with what looked like a smile at him when you passed his row in lecture. He gave you tickets to his games (which you would resell for 200% of its value), and put your name on the list for the Kappa parties despite you never showing up. You sent him stupid instagram posts, and brought him homemade coffees whenever the two of you met post-game days.
And thankfully for Toji, today was one of those days.
“How’d it go?” Your voice was like honey and wine, low and smooth, as you looked up at him from behind your computer. The light from your screen illuminated halos in your eyes, and the steam from his opened thermos curled languidly in the air between you both.
You sat across from him in a quiet, off-campus cafe.
He grinned, smug and wolfish and borderline sleazy, as if he’d been just waiting for you to ask. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his overwhelmingly large, muscular arms over his head. He made a point to subtly flex his biceps while under your scrutiny. His shirt lifted slightly above his abdomen, and you blinked your eyes to focus on the scar on his tanned face, rather than the dark happy trail that ran down, down, down to his…
“Perfect game. You’d know if you actually came ‘round ‘n watched.” He playfully winked, his deep chuckle echoing as you gave him a deadpan stare.
“I’m quite alright, Fushiguro.” He pouted in mock defeat as you looked back down at your screen. The battery symbol on your laptop flashed red in warning: low power.
You’d only been there for thirty minutes and you could’ve sworn you charged the damn thing last night. Sure, your outlets were kind of fucked, and sure this was a twelve year old laptop with a battery life the size of a peanut, but surely it wouldn’t give out on you this early in the day?!
You exhaled a long breath. The thought of putting money down for a new computer made your heart physically ache.
The two of you (mainly you) had just started to make headway with the report (“flow state”, as Toji would call it), and you knew you wouldn’t have a chance to work on the project again until after your Wednesday shift. “You got a charger on you?”
He scoffed, almost offendedly. “Wanna try askin’ that again sweetheart?” He tsked you lightly.
You rolled your eyes, a heavy sigh tumbling out of your soft lips.
“Forget it. I know you don’t,” there was something prickly beneath your uncaring tone, and he curiously paused to examine you.
He could see the faint circles under your eyes that you tried to cover with concealer, the way your shoulders sagged slightly from the weight of your backpack as you lifted it from the seat beside you, and the brief glimpse of all the mini bookmarks sticking out of your planner as you dropped it inside the bag.
“I guess we’ll have to call it here then. I’d need to go back to my apartment and grab my charger to do anything else.”
And, perhaps it was because the two of you had formed this unexpected bond over the past several weeks, something deep and quiet and far more important than Toji would ever willingly name, that the weight of being the weakest link finally made Toji Fushiguro feel the heavy hammer of guilt bury deep within his hardened chest.
A moment passed before he cleared his throat, holding up his hand.
“Or…” the words were slow to move out of his mouth, embarrassment thickening in his throat. “Why don’t we work there?” You stared at him, almost startled, as if he’d grown another head. His ears warmed under the intensity of your gaze as he continued. “I still got power, I can keep goin’ if you’re down.”
His triceps flexed as he scratched the back of his neck, tan skin pulling taut as he looked away.
“It’s a small place,” you warned.
He shrugged, his voice catching in his throat at the way you were holding his gaze. “I don’t mind. I’d go any place you choose.”
He paused, his eyes widening slightly at the words that tumbled out of his mouth, as if he didn’t realize what he said until after he said them.
You breathed, and a beat passed before a small, pretty smile pulled across your features – the first he’s ever gotten from you like this. And this time, your tired eyes warmed into something soft, something akin to appreciation, something new.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay, then I’d like that.” You tilted your head slightly, and his heart thumped oddly loud in his muscular chest. “Thank you, Toji.”
For just the briefest of moments, you looked at him as if he had just offered the world.
All he could do was swallow and nod.
He didn’t even realize you called him by his first name until you were both out the door.
The walk to your apartment was comfortably silent. Despite Toji’s taller stature and athletic build, he wordlessly matched your slower pace, walking between you and the road.
Your apartment was situated right on the outskirts of campus; too close to drive, but too cumbersome to walk. He quietly marveled at your resolution to go in person to class every day, especially when he had difficulty hauling his ass to the lecture hall that was just a block over from frat row.
The taller man was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even realize how close he was standing to you as you both paused at your front doorstep. His towering frame loomed over you, and he could feel the heat of your body as you dug through your bag, and he could see the goosebumps that rose on your neck when your arm accidentally grazed against his abdomen.
Your keys softly clinked! together as you unlocked the front door.
And, there was something faintly intimate about being led up the creaky wooden steps to your 3rd floor apartment, your hips gently swaying in his face with each ascent up, and your soft hands lightly tracing the railing in your wake.
He intrusively thought about reaching out to touch your fingers, to run his hand along the curve of your waist–
He coughed lightly.
What was he thinking?
As you opened your apartment’s door, he was immediately hit with the light smell of lemon and jasmine.
Your place was small but tidy; a one-bedroom attic apartment where the kitchen and living area blurred together, soaking in the same sunlit space. Despite its size, it carried your mark: two types of server aprons hung on the coat rack, a soft crocheted throw blanket you made draped over the worn couch, and a set of reading glasses laying beside a hand-painted mug on your round window table.
It was cute; homely. A small glimpse into your life outside of class.
“You can start getting set up in here, I’ll just grab my charger from my room.” You spoke quietly as you led him to the table.
You silently turned before he could respond, padding across the old wooden floors to the door that was directly across from where he had set his bag down.
He had only just started typing his password into his computer when he lazily looked up, his dark eyes catching the movement from your room.
And, holy shit.
No.
There was genuinely no way in hell.
He was scrambling up out of your wobbly kitchen chair before his mind could even register it.
His body felt as if it were moving through water, and his brain felt like jam. Was that his own blood roaring past his ears or his soul escaping his body?
Cool beads of sweat began to form on his neck, tickling at the ends of his dark, grungy hair. He had crossed the width of your apartment in three long strides, until suddenly he was at your doorframe, his large body leaning against it like it was a lifeline, and his scarred mouth parted into the dumbest looking “o”.
His wild eyes scanned your room fervently. The walls, the Cowboy Bebop poster by your bedframe, the pale linen sheets, the empty vase on your bedside table and the stack of yellowing paper backs in the corner of it.
Everything looked familiar.
Scratch that. Everything looked the same. The same as–
“Can I help you?”
You were on all fours. All fuckin’ fours.
You tilted your head up to face him, taking a pause from wiggling the stubborn plug out of the ancient socket underneath your desk.
And… could you? Can you? He was at a genuine loss for words.
All he could do was stare dumbly, his large fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, and his body emanating a heat that he prayed to god wasn’t visible from where you were.
“Uh. Y-you got a bathroom up here??”
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He scoured through every single video and rewatched every single clip that night.
The furniture, the decor, the walls, the window placement: everything was the same.
And so, the verdict was in: you–his quiet, guarded, asocial, and steely chem partner–were none other than stargiirl herself.
What. The. Fuck.
It was confusing to wrap his head around, this whole stargiirl-chemgirl business. But would he go as far to say that it wasn’t attractive? That he didn’t pop a boner every time he thought about it?
No. He couldn’t. He’d never.
Was this divine intervention or his own personal hell?
He couldn’t tell.
What does this mean? How should he act? What does he fucking do with this information now?
He rubbed his temples before running a tense hand through his hair. At the same time, a notification popped up on his computer.
“Check out a new post from stargiirl_xx !”
He could feel the blood in his veins thumping against his skin.
“Don’t do it. Please don’t fucking do it-” he mumbled.
He tapped into the link despite himself.
“Lessons In Vibration Pt II”
He wordlessly clicked the play button on the video.
For a moment, he thought his screen was buffering. The camera was set up to look out onto your bed, though you were not in frame yet, presumably twiddling with the settings of your camera.
But when you finally did walk into view, his heart nearly imploded.
The frame only showed you from the mouth down, your identity mainly concealed. You were bottomless, bare legs walking across the floor as you situated yourself on your bed. The only piece of clothing you did have on was an overlarge sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, one that he, in his panicked daze to get out of your apartment earlier, forgot he had left behind.
He didn’t dare breathe, nor could he move. His head was craned so close to his computer, as if he wanted to go through the screen itself just to get a better look.
He noted how his hoodie fell past your ass, large and consuming and honestly? So fuckin’ perfect on you.
You were nearing the end of your normal introduction, and he realized you spoke differently on video, low and confident and sensual and hypnotic.
“I’ve been thinkin’ a lot about my content throughout the years,” your hands started to draaag the bottom of his hoodie up, letting it bunch just slightly above the dip of your waist, enunciating your curves. “-And I’ve realized I’ve never had a partner during any of them.”
The comments on the side bar started to flood through, hundreds of viewers already volunteering themselves to be your +1.
His jaw ticked, hard.
“I think,” you leaned forward like you were sharing a secret. Toji gripped onto his computer until a faint pop! could be heard of one of the inner screws coming loose. “I think I would like to change that in the future,” and then you smiled, really smiled, a full, playful grin wiping across your features in a way he had never been able to see in person before.
His dick bobbed in his pants.
This could not be happening to him right now.
You continued, “but for now, welcome back to my Lessons in Vibrations series.”
He watched as you started introducing the toys you would be using today, before you slowly began to touch yourself, teasingly showing glimpses of the purple lace panties you had on underneath his hoodie.
And he couldn’t help it, really.
Because when you started rubbing your vibrator against your clit, your deft fingers plunging skillfully into your cunt, soft whimpers escaping your lips as your pussy started squelching out a fucking melody – all while wearing his fuckin’ sweatshirt – what the fuck else was he supposed to do?
His sweats were already halfway down his thighs, and his meaty hand greedily pumping his own cock in sync to you fucking yourself on your fingers.
He watched hungrily as you pushed his sweatshirt up further along your body, exposing your stomach, teasing the view of your bare tits. He bit back a groan at the thought of your scent lingering in the fabric, and prayed to whatever deity above that you wouldn’t wash it out before he got it back.
Below, your fingers languidly teased the head of your vibrator against your entrance. It was the insertable kind, with a slender tip and curved body, the type that had your hole trying to suck up the device with every rub against your dripping slit.
He could feel the veins in his cock pulsing hotly in anticipation, pushing up thick pearls of precum out onto his flared tip.
He wondered what it would be like to slip his shaft against your drenched pussy lips, to massage the underside of his cockhead against the tight ring of your entrance, to feel you squeezing around him, and to hear the sounds you would make just for him.
He gulped, cool sweat starting to form on his brow. You were beginning to fuck the device into you, pumping the vibrator in and out and in and out. He could see your legs trembling, your juices starting to uncontrollably splash outside of you, and your pussylips fluttering with every bzzz bzz bzzzzzt of the vibrator fucking and swirling and massaging into your g-spot.
He was matching your pace, furiously pumping his dick, thinking about how you looked on all fours earlier, thinking about how you smiled when you called him his name, thinking about how you look when you concentrate and the mole above your brow, thinking about the coffee you made for him and the weird shitposts you sent and the way you could look at him like he was nothing, and everything, all at the same time.
And suddenly, he wasn’t climaxing to the stargiirl he had always seen on screen.
It was his tough, quiet, calm chem partner.
And as he shot hot spurts of thick, ropey cum all the way from his dick to his chin (the most he’s ever released before), he realized only one thing.
He just finished to the thought of you.
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Toji Fushiguro had a problem.
No, scratch that.
He had a fucking crisis.
It was drill day, and his head was absolutely nowhere near the turf. He fumbled balls, missed targets, and was a full thirty-seconds under his usual sprint times.
And that was only how one of his practices went this week.
It had been five whole days since he last saw you.
Five days of being dogshit at his sport.
Five days of holing up in his frat, avoiding campus, avoiding class, avoiding your texts, avoiding you.
It’s not like he wanted to do this, but he didn’t know what to do, how to act, or what to even say.
How could he talk to you casually while knowing he’s given probably a third of his checks to you? How could he be normal in your presence knowing that he’s watched every single one of your streams, and in turn has finished an embarrassing amount of times to each of them?
How could he trust himself when the thought of you alone had his heart pounding so hard his ears hurt? Or how his chest squeezed so tight he almost went to urgent care, just because you texted asking where he’s been and if he was okay?
How could he face you, knowing that he somehow developed the largest, fattest, most egregious fuckin’ crush on you?!
And, for the record, Toji Fushiguro did not do crushes. He hadn’t necessarily “ran through” the entire roster of available chicks on campus, but he did have an occasional fling, nothing serious, nothing long, nothing that would distract him from football and his dreams.
He was known as the campus heartthrob and heartbreaker. He was Mr. Non-Chalant, Mr. Everybody-Wants-A-Piece-of-Him, and Mr. I-Don’t-Get-Attached all wrapped up in one 6’4, 230 lbs body.
A crush? That was new, unexplored territory for him.
He stared down at your last texts to him.
⭐️ (Thursday, 12:03pm): i got us a nice spot!! im sitting on 2nd floor @ clark ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
Ba-dump!
⭐️ (Thursday, 12:18pm): knock knock, is mr. toji theree
Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
⭐️ (Thursday, 12:56pm): hey, is everythin ok? r we still on for today?
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump–
⭐️ (Saturday, 10:01am): r u alive
It physically sickened him that he couldn’t get his cowardly fingers to just fucking write back. But every time he opened up your text chain, all he could do was stare.
Which is exactly why he couldn’t see you yet.
He needed time.
He needed space.
He needed to get this shit under control.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, the Kappa Epsilon fraternity was throwing a rager tonight. With the group of men only one week out from the next bracket of playoffs, this would be the last night the football frat would get to drink together for a while if they were to make it to the finals.
It would be the perfect distraction.
About an hour or so into the party and he was buzzed. He absolutely demolished that shithead Ryomen in beer pong, crushed a pack of PBRs, and now was cooling off in the kitchen, his body feeling swimmy and light.
He reached for his phone. Maybe, just maybe, if he looked at your messages again for the umpteenth time today, maybe he would know what to say, maybe he–
“Ah, so you can come out and party but ignore all of my texts?”
His heart did that stupid thing where it pounded so hard against his chest he wondered if his ribs bruised.
Despite the booming of the bass coming from the room over, and the idle chatter of randoms idling in the kitchen, he could hear the dry, unimpressed, and entirely too familiar voice coming directly from behind him.
He turned, his eyes lowering to find you, as if it was muscle memory, as if it was his second nature.
You never showed up to these parties (and trust, he has invited you to them all). Yet here you were, your body leaned up against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over your chest, and your hair falling around your frame.
He grinned, the buzz in his head making it easy for a stupidly cheeky and wide and boyish smile to plaster onto his face. (a/n: toji has a hung smile. Okay? Okay.).
“Hey, party animal,” he said, almost dreamily.
The top you wore clung to you like a second skin, accentuating the swells of your breasts and the dip of your waist: features that you usually hid underneath your normal, bulkier campus-attire.
He was indecisive, his eyes bouncing between the unreadable look on your face to the sliver of exposed skin right above your miniskirt.
You looked good, really fuckin’ good.
Your eyes widened, before your cheeks blushed the prettiest shade of red, your manicured fingers tightening around the plastic solo cup you were holding
Did he say that outloud?!
You straightened, steeling yourself, willing the warmth in your cheeks to go away. “You’ve ignored me for five days, Fushiguro-” your voice was firm and cool, cutting sharply through the noise of the party.
Back to the last name basis.
You looked away, before adding, “-and you ditched me on Thursday.” You spoke that last part softly, deliberately, a look of sadness flashing briefly in your pretty, doe-like eyes.
A dull pang rippled through his chest.
He knew the implications of your words – the two of you never missed a meetup since this whole “deal” started.
And, like those days in the libraries or cafes where he found himself sitting before you, following your every word and direction, he now found himself moving towards you, a small pout forming on his scarred lips, as his strong arms caged you in until you were wedged between himself and the counter.
And, you knew he was huge before.
But now, up close, you realized just how large he was - his broad shoulders obscuring your view, his muscular chest rippling under the tight black shirt he wore, and his huge hands riddled with veins that climbed up, up, up his forearms.
He was overwhelming and all-consuming, surrounding your senses with the kind of intensity only he alone could pull off. You breathed in, your chest rising, fighting against the cotton of your ill-fitting top. He smelled of fresh pine and warm leather, clean and raw and manly.
You came here pissed, but now found your resolve completely fogged and muddled.
He leaned forward, dipping his head low, until his shaggy fringe tickled softly against the shell of your ear.
You knew he had been drinking, but the question was, did he know what he was doing right now? Was this purposeful? Was this real? You couldn’t quite tell, but the way his breath stuttered as his nose traced light patterns into your neck, the way he was breathing you in, and the way his hands periodically clenched onto the countertop as if to restrain himself, told you he was at least semi aware of what he was doing.
Your heart was hammering in your chest. The two of you never stood this close before, let alone touched each other.
You turned your head slightly, trying to put at least some ounce of space between your face and his.
But for him? That just would not do.
He slowly pulled away from your neck, his nose lightly mapping a path from the base of your neck, across the soft expanse of your cheek, to the tip of your own. Noses brushing, breaths mingling, chests heaving, and hearts pounding as his scarred lips hovered your glossed ones.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
The air between you was warm and thick, charged with something tender and so deeply intimate.
“Because you scare me,” he mumbled.
“Oh, really?” Your mouth twitched.
“Mm.” He nodded once, nose rubbing softly against yours in an eskimo kiss. You could see how his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, lips dangerously close to pressing against yours.
“‘Think ya cursed me.” His neck flushed red, his low voice was barely above a whisper.
“I can go-”
“Don’t.”
And then his large hands were latching onto your waist, the heat of his skin searing through the thin material of your skirt.
“Don’t. Don’tDon’tDon’t.” His brows scrunched together, his face becoming serious. “Don’t go. Don’t leave. Not when you’re here, with me, pretty girl.”
You breathed, taking your time to steady your voice after hearing the pet name roll off his tongue. “Then what should I do?”
“Stay.”
It was as simple as that, really.
And then his lips were on yours, warm and soft and commanding. He kissed you like you were sin, drinking you in, savoring you on his tongue, before inevitably, always inevitably, going back for more. He didn’t let you breathe; he wouldn’t. He was greedy and wrong and possessive, claiming your mouth like it was his alone to conquer. Your knees weakened as his tongue massaged against yours addictively, molding against you like you were made for him; like he was made for you.
Your hands moved before you could think, before you could decide if you were angry with him or if you hungered for him. You found purchase on his broad shoulders, before making your way up, up, up to his neck, one hand running through his dark hair while the other held onto the underside of his strong jaw, thumb gently caressing the scar on the side of his mouth, pulling him in.
He pressed into you further, your ass hitting the lower counter. His body was flush against yours, his chest purposefully rubbing against your tits.
He could feel your nipples hardening through the flimsy cotton of your top, and he couldn’t stop the sleazy grin that was forming on his face.
Below, his grip on you was gentle but firm, bringing your body to press and grind against his in an unhurried, languid way, like he had all the time in the world, like all of this was fated from the start.
And his fingers, oh his fingers, which spanned across your hip, slowly found their way to your ass, gripping and cupping and kneading into the soft, jiggly flesh.
You could feel something move against your thigh, something sturdy and heavy and completely fucking monstruous.
“Haah-” you shakily sighed out, breathy and dazed as you looked down to the outline of his bulge. Your eyes widened.
“I like when you use that smart mouth, y’know,” he was talking against your lips, not able to find it in himself to pull away. His hand slid up the side of your waist, until he stopped right underneath your breast, his thumb rubbing against the underside of where it started to swell.
His voice dropped an octave lower, whispering to you like it was a secret. “Talk to me. Break this curse. Tell me it’s not just me that feels like this.”
Please.
His heart was racing. He was stone cold sober. This was it. This was his admission.
ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump–
You breathed.
The party raged on in the background, muddled and distant, like his ears were submerged under water–
“It’s not just you, Toji.”
Your voice was quiet, your cheeks tinted rouge, your pretty eyes looking up at him in earnest.
And that was all he needed.
He picked you up like you were nothing (his bench was 350 lbs, squat 600 lbs, and his hip thrusts? don’t even worry ‘bout it), a smug, victorious grin tugging at his scarred lips.
He carried you out of the kitchen, and a steady stream of wolf whistles and howls erupted from his frat brothers and party goers as the two of you made your way across the foyer, up the stairs, and towards a bedroom. His bedroom.
He carried you inside, keeping the lights off, letting the warm glow of the streetlamp beside his window spill softly across the room. Without a word, he set you down on his large king-sized bed.
The air in his room was tender and still. You could hear the faint bass of the stereo downstairs, vibrating against his wooden floors like a heartbeat. The distant cheers of the crowd down below faded to quiet as he pressed his mouth to your own.
He leisurely climbed over you, never breaking the kiss, his muscular arms holding his body above your own.
It didn’t take long for the makeout to turn heated again, teeth clashing against teeth, bodies pressed against each other, rubbing and teasing in a way that had your head spinning.
You put your hands against his chest.
“Toji-”
“Stay,” he breathed, whispering the words against your lips, like he could read your mind. “-Stay with me tonight,” he pressed his body closer into you, rutting his hips, “and lemme show you the things I’ve been wantin’ to say to you all week.”
You could feel his cock twitch ominously against your bare thigh as you swallowed.
His lips were swollen and glistening from your mixed salivas, his eyes glazed over, jade irises almost completely black. His grip on your lower body was unrelenting, holding you in place.
You lightly pushed your hand against his chest, a hesitant look crossing your features.
A beat passed. For a second, he didn’t even realize he stopped breathing.
“You’ve been drinking,” You paused, your voice coming out small. “What if.. what if you don’t mean this in the morning?”
And for all your expertise and genius, oh, how completely wrong you could be.
He let out a humorless chuckle, his sharp canines peaking through his lips in the process.
“Did it sound like I was jokin’, sweetheart?” He shakily exhaled through his nose as he pressed his erection against your clothed cunt, holding himself there, letting you feel the pressure and full weight of what he was packing. “Does it feel like I’m jokin’ ‘bout this?”
You bit your lip, pussy throbbing, a warm slickness starting to soak through your panties, before messily spreading between your clenched thighs.
You shook your head.
“What’d I say about usin’ your words?”
He pulsed his dick, the sensation making your pussy clench.
Fuckin’ tease.
“Nngh- no. No it doesn’t feel like you’re joking,” you almost gasp out.
A satisfied smirk plastered onto his tanned face.
“Good girl.”
And then he’s moving down the bed, his calloused hands spreading your legs as he pressed wet kisses against the hot skin of your thighs. He was methodical and slow, making his way up your inner thigh, savoring the small sounds that you tried to suppress as he reached the bottom hem of your skirt, his face mere inches away from your sopping pussy, and his breath puffing warm air against your dampened panties .
“Ohhh jus’ look at ya,” you could tell he had the most shit-eating grin on his face right now, pride swelling in his voice as he carefully dipped a large, rough finger between the seam of the thin purple fabric you adorned. “This all f’me?”
And - Holy shit.
The videos of you didn’t even do this justice.
Because low and behold, here you were, under his body, and you were so fuckin’ wet. His finger slid against your folds with little resistance, putting just enough pressure that you couldn’t help but moan his name as he rubbed circles against your clit.
And, Toji Fushiguro never claimed to be a patient man. So, it should’ve came as no surprise when he grabbed your hips and used his hulking strength to push your clothed pussy to his scarred lips, his face nuzzled to your cunt, nose pressed firmly to your clit, and his greedy tongue lapping you up through the soiled fabric.
It was obscene and perverse and dirty and wrong.
But oh, how he loved it. Loved the heady taste you left on your panties, and the sweet scent of your gushing pussy, and the excess slick on your thighs that made its way onto his rough cheeks.
He groaned, a low, guttural sound against your skin that made your tummy squeeze into knots.
“T-Toji, please,” you whined, pressing your greedy cunt into his face, “need your tongue. Need you. Need more.” You could hardly string a true sentence together, and he hadn’t even fucked you proper yet.
His heart was thunderous against his chest.
And his dick?
Hardest it’s ever fuckin’ been in his fuckin’ life.
He was grinding his erection against the mattress as he obliged your wishes.
After all, how could he say no to you?
He pushed your panties to the side.
And oh.
His balls tightened below him, the urge to cum almost threateningly near as he stared at your bare, swollen pussy.
Holy. Shit.
Everything was soaked and glistening.
He rubbed one thumb across your puffy skin, his coarse finger getting soaked in the process.
He leaned in, gingerly licking fat stripes along your folds, lapping you up, drinking you in. He worked thoroughly, gathering you onto his tongue, until the lower part of his face was a mixture of your juices and his drool.
It was only after he was satisfied with his work did he make his way to your clit, humming and sucking, the wet sounds of his mouth making out with your cunt filling the air of his room.
The warm pleasure of it all was beginning to pool in your belly, your toes beginning to curl, legs beginning to shake – but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t.
“Toji, I might-”
He plunged a rough, thick finger inside you, spearing your tight velvet walls apart, all the way up to his knuckle.
You saw fuckin’ stars.
The sound you made was so erotic, so loud and depraved and raw, that his dick lurched in his pants, warm gooey pre-cum beginning to leak out from his throbbing tip and into his briefs.
He wanted to hear you again, and again and again and again.
He wanted videos, home movies, and spotify playlists of the way your pussy was talking to him.
Emboldened, his tongue was unrelenting on your clit, as one finger became two, and then two became three.
You mewled as he crooked them up, massaging against that soft, spongey bundle of nerves that had you panting his name out like it was prayer.
Your ears were ringing, your eyes beginning to get wet with tears.
Soon, he was fucking you on his fingers proper, setting a debilitating pace as he plunged his digits in and out and in and out. Filling you up, stretching you out, hitting your most sensitive areas. Again, and again, and again.
The pressure in your core was reaching its limits now, and the pleasure from the sheer fullness of your pussy and the sinful patterns of his tongue were beginning to send violent tremors down your legs.
You were orgasming before you even realized it.
And yet, he was didn’t stop – didn’t even give you time to breathe as he’s diving into your pussy, slurping you up, his large nose rubbing against your over-sensitive clit as he’s fucking his thick tongue and his fingers past the tight ring of your entrance, fucking you, warm and wet, through each of your peaks.
Your hands held onto his hair like a lifeline, your fleshy thighs locked around his head as if to keep him in place.
“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he moaned, his eyes glazed over, completely and utterly pussy drunk, as you looked down at him, his mouth still latched onto your cunt.
You could see your slick dripping down his face, mixing with the light trails of perspiration that sprouted from his temples.
Your heart squeezed in your chest.
It was only after the last few waves of your orgasm subsided when you could finally respond.
“I think,” you gently reached down to run your shaky hand through his scalp, tenderly pushing away the sweaty fringe by his eyes. “I think I can think of something that might taste better.”
And then you’re pushing him until he’s moving to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard as he pulls his black shirt up and over his head, triceps flexing, exposing his muscular pecs, washboard abs, and the light tufts of hair that sprouted on his chest, and got increasingly darker the further down his abs it went.
You could feel your pussy walls clamp down, warmth pooling in your core again as you reached out instinctively to run your hands along the length of his torso.
You never thought, in all of your wildest dreams, that this would be happening. Nor could your dreams do justice to the perfect build of the man before you.
“Well look at you, Mr. Fushiguro.” Your soft hands slowly sliding up, up, up against his skin, all the way from where the dark tufts of thick hair started to disappear under his pants, and towards his pecs, feeling the way his traitorous heart stuttered as you called his name. “Aren’t you quite the heartbreaker.”
You held his gaze, the air around you charged with anticipation.
Who would move first?
His breathing was shallow as he stared at you, your cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Your top was rumpled to hell, exposing the line of your cleavage in a way that had his pants tenting painfully, and your mini skirt was so far scrunched that it looked like a belt around your waist.
“For others, sure…” He grabbed your hands, pressing them deeper into his skin as he slid them up to cup his face. “But for you?” he was whispering now, his ears growing steadily pinker by the second, “I’m afraid you have me beat.”
Oh.
And then you’re leaning in, tenderly pressing your lips to his own, mumbling his name over and over again to stop you from saying those other three little words, before sealing it with your tongue.
And then he’s pulling you into his lap.
You could taste yourself in his mouth and on his lips, your nipples tightening as his large hands grabbed handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart before making them clap together again.
A muffled groan escaped from the depths of his chest, vibrating against your mouth, as he felt new gushes of your slick begin to dampen the front of his pants.
“Mmmnh- get comfortable, pretty girl.” He slurred out as he pulled at the waistband of your skirt, before letting go, allowing the material to slap against your skin with a light sting.
“Hmm… only if daddy gets comfortable too.” your eyes were big as you stared at him through your lashes.
And oh fuck.
Toji had to lean his head back, his skull hitting against the wall with a dull thud!
The way the words left your mouth had him breathless, brain short-circuiting, and dick throbbing. He needed to recuperate. Calm down.
Breathe in. Exhale. Repeat.
You smiled slyly, completely aware of how your words affected him, as you pulled your flimsy top off, followed by your bottomwear. Your tits were heavy and full as they were released from the cotton, nipples peaked and stiff.
You were bare before him, your arms on either side of his hips, squeezing your tits together lightly as you bent low to whisper against his ear.
“You like when I call you that?” Your voice was sweet as honey as your hands traced the large outline of his dick through his pants, gripping his shaft through the tight material, and feeling the monstrous size of his girth.
“Careful, sweetheart,” his voice was a mixture of restraint and warning, “don’t start callin’ me that unless y’er tryna see it through.” His neck was visibly tense, and his hands clutched on to the meat of your hips as he stared at you.
Pretty girl.
He squeezed tighter.
His pretty girl.
A moment of silence passed as you considered his words. “And what if I do wanna see it through…?” Your head tilted cutely while your mean hands found their way to his happy trail, running your nails down through the thick tufts of dark hair, dipping juuust below the waistband of his pants, before retreating back up again in slow, agonizing loops. “Show me your worst, daddy.”
And who was he to deny you?
Before you knew it, he had his pants and briefs shoved down his legs, his massive cock heavily thudding against his washboard abs
Your mouth gaped open.
And ohhh how he relished the dumb look on your lil’ cute face.
You didn’t even think anyone could be this large.
Yet here he was, with a dick that looked like it belonged in a porno, pulsing fat and heavy and huge as he leaked pre-cum all over the angry mushroomed head.
He smirked, cocky as ever, as you subconsciously licked your lips, eyes glazed over, cock drunk just off the look alone.
Your pussy gushed warm, new slick between your legs as you carefully leant down, your hands grabbing around his base, slowly bringing his dick closer to your face.
He could feel the warm puffs of air coming from ur plush lips, his dick twitching like crazy at how close you were to finally, finally getting your mouth on him.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his leaking slit, before running your lips over the excess pre-cum, painting your lips with the milky substance.
He swallowed hard. His eyes were wild and his breathing ragged.
He groped your tits, rolling your stiff nipples in his calloused fingers, eliciting the sweetest moan from you that reverberated around his dick.
You gave him small kitten licks at first, teasing the idea, before gradually licking thick fat stripes up and down the length of his huge dick. You traced the pulsing veins that climbed up his hot shaft and licked around the sensitive underside of his throbbing cockhead.
And it was only when his chest was heaving, his impatient hands gripping onto your skull, did you finally, finally begin to throat fuck the shit outta him.
None of the videos he had watched of you before even came close to the sensation of seeing the bulge forming in your throat from where his cock was buried inside of you, or the way your nose tickled against the tufts of dark hair at the base of his cock.
You moaned dreamily around him at the feeling of his heavy dick pounding against the back of your throat, filling your mouth and overwhelming your senses. You couldn’t help the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes as you bobbed him in your mouth, hands jerking off what you couldn’t reach, and your thighs rubbing together greedily, craving any ounce of friction against your throbbing pussy.
But before you knew it, he was lifting you off, a light string of saliva following en suit, connecting the two of you together.
“What’s wrong?” You had a devilish grin on your pretty face. “Scared you're gonna cum too quick?”
A low, humorless chuckle rumbled through his body as one of his hands wrapped around your throat, while the other smacked your ass.
“Nah,” his canines glinted in the lowlight, a predatorial grin etching into his features. “Just tryna make sure nothin’ gets wasted.” And then he's shifting you up, rubbing his thick cock against your gooey cunt, mixing his thick pre with your juices.
Your heart fluttered.
His dick was so warm against your skin – so, so much better (and bigger) than the toys you regularly used to get yourself off.
You’ve had enough. You’ve done your waiting. You needed him inside you.
You lifted yourself up, your hands bracing themselves on either side of Toji’s broad shoulders. Your pussy was dripping down onto his angry dick as you slowly lowered yourself, hips circling, letting his throbbing head trace your sopping lips.
He could have almost passed out from the sight alone.
Instead, he panted out a deep breath, his chest tightening as he tried to restrain himself from bucking up into your cunt.
You paused your hips, lowering yourself again ever so slightly so that his leaking head was now smooching against your gummy entrance, the heat of his cock stirring something warm and familiar in your belly.
Please, please, please, ple–
And then your pussy is swallowing his head whole.
“Oh, fuuuck you’re tight mama,” his eyes squeezed shut, fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead as Toji gasped out at the sensation of his thiiick cockhead squeezing past the tight ring of muscles at your entrance.
Your gummy walls sucked against him from all angles, squishing into his hardness and rubbing deliciously against the sensitive underside of his mushroomed tip.
And this was just the tip.
He didn’t know if he would make it out of here alive. At least, without getting you pregnant.
You whimpered, actually fuckin’ whimpered his name as you reached down, touching where he was spearing you apart, your lips drawn thin and tight to accommodate for the sheer size of him.
“You’re so big Toji,” a tear rolled down your flushed cheek. “Look at how much more I gotta take.” And he did, he really did look. Because you began to let your finger slowly slide from where the two of you were connected, down, down, down to the tufts of hair at the base of his cock.
“Haah- Ya’ think it’ll fit, sweetheart?” He grunted, his lips involuntarily bucking as you pouted cutely at him.
Something impassable flashed across your feature. “I’ll make it fuckin’ fit.”
And then you’re slamming down onto his dick, and it feels like the literal wind gets knocked out of both of your chests.
He has never felt something so deliciously tight before.
You have never felt so goddamn filled up before.
You’re clenching around him, velvet walls fluttering and smooching around his raw cock as it pulses heavy and thick with animalistic need.
It took you several moments to orient yourself, to gather your scrambled senses back together to remember what you were doing, what your goal was, why you were here.
“I have a secret to tell you.” You stared down at him, an unreadable look passing over your features.
“O-oh really?” you squeezed your walls around him, catching him off guard.
“I know you watch me touch myself,” you whispered it like it was a secret, sly and just a touch proud.
And of all the things you could’ve said, nothing would have prepared him for that.
His dick bobbed from inside of you.
“Fushi-daddy420 isn’t the most subtlest of names, no?” you grinned meanly as you watched his jade eyes turn impossibly black as you began to slowly, teasingly, mercifully bounce on his cock. Up and down and up and down.
“But-?”
He thought you would hate him if you knew.
He agonized for days for this reaction?!!
“And after you ran out on me after seeing my place?” you were panting, riding him as you talked. “Yea, that kinda solidified it.”
And just when he thinks you’ve found your rhythm and set your pace, you slowly begin to circle your hips, hitting new angles deep inside your guts that have his throbbing tip pressing into the spongy part of your pussy.
“You don’t -fuhh- don’t hate me?” his mind was swirling, how could he focus when you felt this good?
“Never.” Your hips rolled, and you pressed your tits together, giving him a show.
And you were doing so well, and felt so good. He pressed a fat thumb against your clit, spelling out his name, as if to claim you, mark you, over and over and over again.
T-O-J-I !
He throws his head back as he feels you creaming around his cock, while your eyes are rolling into the backs of your head as you feel his thick goopy pre frothing at your entrance, dripping down onto his balls. The pace is getting faster, the air getting hot, and thick beads of sweat are rolling down your back. The obscene sounds of sweaty skin slapping against skin filled the hot, sex-scented air.
You lean down to kiss him, tongues messily entangling, drool spilling from the sides of your lips as you ride his cock like a fuckin’ animal, ass jiggling from the force of his hips rocking up to meet you, his heavy balls smacking against your pussy like a promise.
In one swift motion, he’s flipping the two of you over, your back to the bed, his dick never leaving your pussy, as he continues to fuck into you. He has your legs spread wide, your knees to his sides as he buries himself deep within your warmth, the new angle allowing you to feel his fat tip smooching against your cervix.
He’s panting, breath shaky as he slows down, rutting shallowly, not allowing himself to be too far from your gummy insides. “T-tell me where you want it,” his voice came out strained, and you could see where his veins were protruding on his neck.
Oh. His cum.
His balls were pressed against you, tightening with every passing second. You could feel his dick bobbing against your walls as he was direly trying to stop himself from cumming.
You smiled, soft and sweet, as you pressed a hand against your lower tummy, feeling the bulge of where he was nestled inside you.
“Oh, you already know,” and you were batting your pretty lashes up at him, making his heart stutter. “Isn’t that right, daddy?”
And oh, how his broken mind snapped.
The next thing you knew, he’s pressing your knees so far up they’re knocking against your tits, his hulking body leaning over and pressing down into you, chest against chest, until you could feel his warm lips sucking bruises by your ear.
And then he’s draaagging his thick cock through your pussy until only the tip is inside you, before snapping his hips forward, forcing his cock the deepest it could go back inside you, spearing you apart, and setting an absolutely cruel, delicious, depraved pace that has his balls bruising your ass and his cock breeching your womb.
It goes for what feels like seconds, minutes, hours.
Your legs began to shake at all the sensations, your pussy walls convulsing around him and your ears ringing as you started to see white.
And he truly couldn’t keep it in any longer.
Not when you sounded so hot, with your face scrunched up in the prettiest ‘o’ and your nails digging crescents into his back as you called his name, begging for his seed.
And so he bucked up, his hips flush against yours, locking you into the meanest of mating presses, as his dick lurched, balls scrunching, as he pumped copious amounts of his thick, sticky cum straight into your womb.
And he’s still bucking his hips, through each of your peaks, fucking his cum deep inside you, until your belly was bloated and full of him.
“Thattaa girl,” he pressed a warm kiss to your mouth as he fucked you through the last few peaks of your orgasms, gingerly swiping his thumb across your cheek as if you were something precious. “My girl.”
And later on, as you softly drifted to sleep, with a belly full of his cum and his softening dick still inside you, you could feel his scarred lips pressing light kisses across your face, and the mumblings of something that sounded vaguely too close to “iloveyou” whispered into your warm skin.
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Five weeks passed, and the Michigan Wolverines were in the midst of the NCAA College Football Championships.
After weeks of non-stop practice, conditioning, strength training, and late-night film recaps, the team of 100-odd men were finally going up against their biggest competitor in the nation.
There was much on the line, but thankfully, Senior Quarterback and Captain, Toji Fushiguro, had quite the good luck charm on his side.
Not only did he pass Kinetics (albeit by the skin of his teeth, thanks to you), but he now had a new, fool-proof pre-game regimen (with an even better success rate!).
He still kept his same protein shake recipe.
He still kept his same choice of attire.
But this time around, he needed at least one hour of your undivided attention, with the provision that his cock be buried so deep and raw inside your trembling cunt that you could feel him in your womb.
And it was only after intense, depraved, animalistic fucking, with your pussy stuffed full of his gooey cum, and hickies in the shape of a ‘T’ on your neck, could the 6’4 230 lbs man say with absolute certainty, that this championship was in the god damn bag.
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The Wolverines won their final round of the playoffs in a sweeping victory: 52-38.
And the star quarterback of the show could not wait to celebrate with you, his pretty lil’ girlfriend.
synopsis. the two of you didn't pay your bills in time, so your landlord cuts the heating to your apartment. how will you and your roommate conserve warmth?
perhaps choosing toji as your roommate was a poor choice.
an understatement, really, but you didn't want to overthink it too much or you'd get mad and take it out on him, and then he'd get upset and leave you in your apartment all alone for a few days because you're mad at him. and you don't like to be alone.
hence, why you chose him, your friend,to live with you. to prevent loneliness.
but there are many stories about people coming to hate their good friends when the relationship had advanced to best friends and roommates, and honestly, you're starting to see why. although, you don't hate toji. no, you could never hate him. not when he's taken such good care of you the decade you'd known each other, getting into scraps for your honor, giving you the clothes off his back, driving miles and miles to come get you from a shitty date just because you felt uncomfortable.
still, the fact remains. he is a nightmare to live with.
you have to clean up after him more times than you'd like to, do his laundry, and more than often, you have to cook him something so he doesn't just end up eating shitty cup-ramen with extraordinary levels of MSG and sodium. and worst of all, he does not cover his share of rent.
"baby just spot me this one last time, alright? i got us covered the next six months. all i gotta do is one more thing for my guy, and it'll all be good." is his most recent excuse. you'd been standing waiting for him at the door while he came home at an ungodly hour, and you're in several layers because somehow, your landlord managed to cut the heating just to your apartment because you two are behind on rent.
he shudders a bit. "that ain't cause of me, right?"
you groan at him and shove at his chest weakly, just to expel your anger somewhere. "of course its because of you, you idiot! we don't have any fucking heating anymore because i didn't have enough to cover both our share of rent this month! now it's just-" you shiver as cold air hits your skin. "-you and me and this cold till you get your guy to pay up."
sympathy floods his features, and he croons, wrapping you up in his big arms while kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag, trying to transfer some of his body heat to you. "it'll be okay, i promise. i got ya, ya hear?" he reassures you while keeping you nice and warm, wasting no time in scooping you up in one burly arm and keeping you against him, nice and warm, while he washes his hands.
he forces you to his side the rest of the evening, all throughout eating dinner and getting changed and washed up before bed. unwillingly, your anger melts away at how cuddly and caretaking he's being, sacrificing some of his mobility and a whole arm to keep you in his orbit where he can warm you up. and it's considerably better than when he hadn't been here to keep you warm, which soothes you.
even though this is all is damn fault to begin with.
he can tell your thoughts are running away with you again and you're starting to get pissed, and he chooses to get into your bed with you tonight, banding his arms around you so you cant run. "i said 'm sorry, didn't i?"
huffing, you try to loosen one of his arms even though you're comfy and he's warm. you're just so pissed off right now and none of this would've happened if he just pulled his fucking weight.
toji grunts and drags you back against him, ensuring there's not the slightest gap between you. he pushes his crotch flush to your ass and squeezes you as close as possible, moving one hand up and under your layers of shirts. "oi. i said 'm fuckin' sorry. i got us for the whole fucking year coming, you got that? just stop runnin' away from me."
"i'll believe it when i fuckin' see it." you grumble back, not swayed by his promises. words are great, yes. reassuring, had it been the first time he used them on you, but it's not. you won't melt into his arms unless he produces some money, or-
his hand moves up to grope one of your soft tits without the barrier of clothing underneath.
squeaking, you jolt backwards, ass bumping against his semi hard cock. "ji! what're you-!"
"shh." he cuts you off, squeezing your tit in his big, meaty palm, his forefinger and thumb coming together to squish a nipple between them. "gettin' you warm so you won't whine anymore."
between whimpers, you manage out, "this isn't what i meant..." but you're cut off when his other hand slips between your legs, warming you there too by cupping your mound.
"that better?" he asks, slowly rubbing both your tit and your pussy while burrowing his hardening dick between your ass cheeks. "or do y'want me to go away so you can be cold again?"
shuddering, you make zero move to push away his touches, your body flush to his. you shake your head slowly, indicating that you don't want him to stop at all. not when his touch just feels so good, his hands feeling large and heavy on your smaller body. but mostly importantly, they're warm.
your agreeance is all that's needed for him to continue whatever it is the two of you are doing. it crosses all boundaries two roommates are intended to have, and yet you can’t find it in you to care. you let out the softest moan of pleasure as he continues squeezing your breast, alternating between the two soft mounds and groaning into your ear at the sheer softness of you. it’s heavenly, how full and womanly you feel in his grip.
his hand keeps rubbing idly back and forth along your pussy, and you start subconsciously grinding against it, rolling your hips back and forth into his palm and fingers while your ass presses snugly to his dick. bumping against him each time you move your body.
“fuck yeah.” he says softly, mouthing at the lobe of your ear and breathing heavily into it, before pressing his lips to the sensitive spot underneath. he traces his tongue along the skin, giving you so much stimulation at once. you don’t know how much longer you can go on without something exploding inside of you. you can just feel how your pussy is starting to ooze juices onto his hand.
your breathing picks up when he goes back to toying with your nipples. toji relishes in the way they stiffen and swell at his touch. he experiments with toying with your folds and reaches up to give your clit some attention too. just like your nipples, it's all swollen. "that from the cold or me playing with you?" he huffs deeply.
and you can't even answer him then, because your body is too busy getting ready for you to cum on his hands. you can't physically hold it in any longer, and with a shuddering moan and a shiver running down your spine, your orgasm comes gushing out of you. it coats his hand and along his fingers in a wave of watery juices, your lips parted in a moan and a cry of his name.
toji couldn't be happier right now.
his cock swells up and pulses against your body during your orgasm, and he holds back the rush of pre-cum leaking out of him when you nudge back on him and grind on his aching boner.
"you wanna?" he whispers. "it'll help warm you up even more."
the suggestion is disguised by him saying this is purely for your benefit, as he doesn't say upfront that he just wants to fuck you, but when you nod, letting out a little, "mhm..."
pleased, toji's face breaks out in a grin. "just hold on a sec," he mumbles, tugging your bottoms out of the way and rubbing your aching folds with the pads of his fingers, trying to get you relaxed and ready for his dick in you. he then tugs his hand out from within your pussy lips and brings two fingers to your mouth, tapping your lower lip.
you already know what he means, and he moans as your warm, wet mouth encloses his fingers while you suck your juices off them, tasting yourself while getting his digits nice and lubed up for what he's about to do. he slips them out of your mouth with a slimy pop and slips them into your hole then, pumping the thick digits inside of you.
the stretch is immediate. not entirely unpleasant, but his fingers are thick- for a moment, you squirm with them inside you, but he shushes you softly once more, easing them in and out of you and letting you slowly adapt to the sudden fullness.
only three solid pumps has you completely relaxed with them inside you, and he keeps fondling your breasts while twisting and curling his fingers against your soft, pudgy walls. he can just feel how your body loosens up at his touch and your breathing evens out, and once you stop quivering whenever his fingers prod deep inside you, he decides you're ready for his cock.
he slips his fingers out of you and lines his cockhead up with your hole, rolling his hips forward - then drawing them back to sink just the tip in each time. it's a calculated move to make you more needy and desperate. "toji please," you pant, rubbing the cleft of your ass back against him in hopes that he'll just put it in already, but he's insistent on teasing you. he fists his cock and nuzzles the tip further into you while squeezing the shaft, peeling back the foreskin wrapping the head of his cock so that the pre-cum leaking out of his cock can spill into you and stick to your squishy walls, getting you nice and ready for him.
"in a minute, woman. don't wanna break you." he mutters, guiding his cock in and out of you and squeezing the base of his cock to push out even more slick, getting your pussy nice and messy for him. he moans as your cum and his pre mix together, making your folds glisten and shine pretty in the low light. he can't help himself, needing to fuck your pretty pussy like he should've the day he moved in with you.
you feel him probe into your pussy once more, though this time, he finally pushes in more than just the tip. you're warmer inside the deeper he goes, and it has him dizzy with lust. he sucks on the skin of your throat while squeezing your breasts and nuzzling firmer against you.
"it's so big, ji..." you whine, eyes rolling back when he pushes in halfway, stilling inside you to let you adjust to the stretch. "feels like you're in my tummy."
the burn wasn't terrible, but it was obvious you've never had anyone as big as toji inside you. " 's okay baby," he grunts. "we can go slow this time. gonna take good care of my girl." as he pushes in deeper, his cockhead prods against the frontal wall inside your pussy, rubbing against it and seeking for the spot that makes you - ah. right there.
"mngh! toji!" you squeal, bucking your hips to try and relieve yourself from the pressure of his cock on your weak spot, but he makes no move to pull back. in fact, he sheathes his cock fully inside you, stuffing you to the hilt in one mean thrust.
your puffy walls constrict around him immediately, and because it just feels so good, velvety soft and hot insides massaging his cock, he wraps his arms around you and begins to fuck you back onto his cock while driving his hips upwards to meet you halfway, splitting you open around him and thrusting perfectly into your soft cunt. toji feels what a tight fit it is, his fat cock smushing your gooey walls and taking up all the space inside you.
he bottoms out with each thrust, not giving a single crevice of your insides mercy whenever he thrusts into you. he insists on every bit of you getting filled, and his hips roll upwards when he hilts in you to make out with your cervix, giving you some stimulation to the deepest part of your channel - your womb.
then he pulls back, hands still mashing your breasts with his palm because he just can't get enough of how fucking soft and pudgy you are. made for his big hands to grope and squish. you have his dream body in a woman, he thinks. he moans and licks up your neck, taking an inhale of that delicious shampoo you use, before tipping your head back so he can kiss you sloppy and gross while his cock pounds your swollen cunt.
you've started to chase his thrusts now, not needing him to pull you back to meet them anymore, because you're practically throwing your ass back on his dick, your pussy swallowing up his cock. and every plunge of his cock inside you has the creamy micture of your arousal and his own leaking pre-cum, mixing it together into a white lather that coats your folds and around his cock.
but each wet thrust of his cock inside you displaces the pools of moisture gathered between you and toji, making a mess on the bed below you, though neither of you care because you're focused on fucking and rolling your tongues together in a heated kiss.
toji pulls his mouth off yours with a wet pop, placing a kiss to your jaw and cheek while letting his feelings out to bare. "wanted fuck- t'get my hands on you f'months now, baby." he groans, his heavy, swollen balls slapping against your clit with a fleshy, rhythmic thwack. "wanted ya in my bed, kissin' me, fuckin' me to sleep instead of trying to hear your breaths down the hall with you sleepin' in your own room."
you brush your mouth against his, chest heaving with every breath as he reveals his feelings to you. that he wanted to share a room with you from the start, that he's always wanted to be close to you. "could've ngh, right there! just asked me..."
with a smirk, toji purposefully drags his shaft slow and torturous against your walls, feeling your pussy cling to him the longer he takes to draw back, and instead of pulling back all the way, he stuffs his cock back inside you, grunting low while mouthing your cheek. "yeah? you gonna let me touch you whenever i want?"
you pout and try to turn your face away so he doesn't leave a hickey on your face, and he moves to capture your lips in another kiss, murmuring, "hm?" against you.
you nod, granting him that silent permission, and his thrusts instantly speed up with the excitement of the new relationship about to bloom between the two of you.
the bed groans under the force of his hips, and he's already feeling that he's starting to cum as a load splurts out of him, adding to the pre-existing mess. "good. cause 'm not gonna get my fill of this pussy, or you, in just one night." your body reacts in time with his as his balls slap lewdly into your flesh, as more of your juices squeeze out of you and froth around the base of his cock, spilling along his body.
his noises are almost as loud as yours now, what with how hes moaning into your mouth and swirling his tongue around yours while his cock leaks out cream in your messy pussy. the coldness from earlier is nowhere to be found, as the room is just humid from the steamy sex the two of you are having.
he can feel that final bout of cum about to hit, the veins lining his cock bulging and pressing into your walls. he lets out one last low growl, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips. you wrap your pussy snugly around his cock for him to empty his load right into you.
but he won't cum without you. he wouldn't want to leave his girl out.
he slides his hand down to rub at the hypersensitive, swollen nub seated pretty on your cunt and rubs it in gentle, coaxing circles, eager to push you over the edge alongside him. "toji! i'm gonna cum, please just... oh fuuuck-"
he presses down, grinding two fingers against the peak with a pressure that makes your hips buck against him. and just like that, you're creaming again, but this time around his cock. the inner walls of your pussy begin to twitch, involuntary spasms that grip his shaft with a desperate, milking force. toji doesn't slow down. he increases the pressure, his fingers rubbing your clit while your pussy gushes cum.
with one last thrust, toji stuffs his cock inside you, his whole body locking up. thick, hot ropes of cum pump deep into you, clinging to your walls while the excess shoots right into your womb, flooding it with his heavy seed. he clutches you all throughout his orgasm, body shuddering against yours as he thrusts shallowly into you, keeping you plugged full while soothing you with warm cuddles.
pairing: jjk men x f!reader | Gojo, Nanami, Itadori, Megumi, Toji, Sukuna
synopsis: his reaction when you tell him you're leaving/going back home when he thought you were sleeping over! although the sukuna one is a bit different (this was inspired by that one tiktok trend!)
cw: minor cussing (just once), petnames, fluff, pre-established relationship for all except Sukuna, heian era Sukuna, not historically accurate in any way lol
wc: around 700-900 each
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જ⁀➴ Satoru Gojo .ᐟ
You and your boyfriend were lying on the ridiculously large and comfortable couch of his living room. You were sat up with your cheek in your hand, elbow propped on the armrest, while Satoru lay down. He was currently using your lap as his pillow— as he so often did. Your hand played with his hair, twirling the tips of it between your fingers.
You had insisted on putting a romcom on, which he wasn’t too eager about, admittedly. But it wasn’t like he was complaining about it. He simply remained silent, too unbothered to hide his disinterest.
And frankly? You hated it. You almost wish he’d whine your ear off about your bad taste in movies rather than just being indifferent. Because it made you feel as if he couldn’t care less whether you were here with him or not.
That’s when an idea popped into your head. The words spilled out of your mouth before you could think them over.
“It’s getting late, I think I should go back now.” you nudge his head lightly in the same way you usually did when you needed to get up to grab some water or use the bathroom, signaling for him to get off your lap.
Refusing to lift off of you, he remains silent for a moment, before slowly turning his head to look up at you. “What?”
“I said it’s getting late.” you repeat, holding back from smiling as you were already starting to find this amusing. You point to the window. “I want to get back home before it’s completely dark out.”
“And why would you want to go back home…? I don’t understand.” he frowns.
You furrow your eyebrows as well, mimicking him for the sake of playing along. “Why would I stay?”
“Because I want you to? I thought you were spending the night like usual.” He sits up, the blanket previously draped over him pooling at his waist, and folds one knee up to rest his arm against it as he looks back at you.
Now that he’s finally off of you, you seize the opportunity and stand on your two feet. You glance around the room, as if looking to gather your things to leave. Man, you were really selling it. “No, not tonight.”
“Why?” He immediately stands up. Walking over to you, he blocks your path, all 6’3 feet of him towering over you. “... is it because I wasn’t paying attention to the movie?” his voice grows quieter.
You scowl at him and fold your arms over your chest, even though you wanted to burst out laughing. You had a part to play after all.
“I’m sorry, okay? It’s not my fault I don’t like corny movies like that.” He shrugs, putting his hands on his hips. His gaze drops to the carpet beneath your feet. “Besides, it’s kinda hard to pay attention when you’re touching my hair like that…” his voice trails off.
“Well that’s a heartfelt apology if I’ve ever heard one.” you roll your eyes back.
He groans and rakes a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry. I mean it.” the tall blue-eyed man sighs. “Don’t go, please?” he finally lifts his gaze off the ground to look at you. Satoru gives you his signature pleading look, accompanied with a playful wink. “I promise I’ll be super-duper focused this time.” he leans down so both of your faces meet.
You let out a sigh and look away, completely ignoring the fact his lips were just a breath away from yours. You pretend to give it some thought for a couple of seconds.
“Alright, fine.”
His lips meet yours in a quick peck, and his arms encircle you as he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
“Satoru! Unhand me—”
“Can’t, sorry. Don’t want you running away from me.” he shakes his head, patting the back of your thighs gently.
“I already said I wasn’t going anywhere!” you squirm in his grasp.
“Better safe than sorry though, yeah?” he chuckles, making his way back to the plush sofa in the center of his living room.
“You can be so annoying sometimes, you know that?”
“Mhm, I love you too baby.”
જ⁀➴ Kento Nanami .ᐟ
You played with your necklace as you let your eyes sweep over Kento’s familiar apartment. The kitchen where you had made meals together, the corner where you forced him to dance to jazz music with you, and the front door where you’d shared as many kisses as goodbyes.
Your boyfriend had excused himself for a moment and left you alone at the kitchen counter where you were previously chatting and enjoying a drink after coming back from your nice dinner date.
Knowing the routine the both of you shared by now, he was probably going to come back with a spare set of clothes for you to change into and sleep in.
And you curse yourself for the mischievous idea that squeezed itself into your brain. Perhaps you were feeling playful because of that dizzying kiss you shared earlier. Or maybe it was just the drinks. Either way, you were set on teasing him.
So, you quickly stand up from the stool and grab your bag. Kento comes back before you can make your way to the coat hanger at the entrance, however.
You hear the pause in his footsteps and turn around to face him.
And just like you’d assumed, he had a fresh change of clothes in one hand, and the makeup removing wipes you kept at his place in the other. His gaze stays stoic, although you’re sure it doesn’t reflect what’s going through his mind.
“You’re leaving?” He speaks in his usual steady tone.
You clear your throat and avoid his piercing gaze. “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.”
He puts the clothes and makeup wipes down on the counter. “... I assumed you’d be staying the night.”
“Oh, no. Not this time.” you readjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder.
“And why is that?” he lifts one of his eyebrows
“I don’t know… I’m tired.” you blurt out. You should’ve thought this through more thoroughly, clearly.
A confused expression makes its way onto his face. “You’re tired, so you want to go out of your way to go back home instead of just spending the night here?”
You shrug and let your eyes trail away from him.
He takes a couple steps forward until he reaches you. “Did I do something wrong? Is that why you want to leave so urgently?” he searches for your gaze.
But you’re determined to keep playing along, and don’t even spare him a glance.
At your silence, he sighs. “… At least let me drive you home. It’s not safe for you to be out this late. Especially alone.” he suggests, but he’s already walking past you.
He grabs his car keys and slips them in his pocket before reaching for his coat.
You quickly turn on your heels and reach him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. “I’m not going anywhere Kento.”
He halts his movements and looks back at you over his shoulder. “... What?”
“I don’t actually want to leave.” you look up at him, your chin resting against his back. “Just wanted to see how you’d react.”
He lets out a heavy sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose.
You let go of him so he can take his coat off. He hangs his keys back up and turns around.
“Don’t do that again.” he runs a hand through his blonde hair, the motion making some strands fall against his forehead. “I thought I upset you, or made you uncomfortable in some way.”
“Sorry, you know I like to keep you on your toes.” you chuckle and reach a hand out to grab his. Despite his frustration, his hand finds yours almost instantly, as if it was second nature to him. His large and steady palm encircles your smaller hand, thumb tracing circles against the back of it.
“There’s that, and those few glasses you had earlier which I definitely shouldn’t have indulged you in.” he grumbles and lets himself be pulled forward by you.
You giggle in response, unintentionally proving his point. “Not my fault you can’t say no to me.” your free hand finds his firm shoulder and you start swaying side to side while humming a soft tune the both of you liked.
He lets out a huff and shakes his head before a small smile breaks out on his face. He follows your clumsy lead and moves in sync with you. Kento speaks up again, his voice softer now. “You’re right. It’s not your fault you’re so charming.”
જ⁀➴ Yuji Itadori .ᐟ
You scrolled on your phone mindlessly, letting out the occasional laugh at a funny video. You’d been doing so for the past hour and a half now, while Yuji flipped through his comic book, deeply enamored in the story.
The both of you were lounging on his bed. Him sat up against the headboard, plush pillow supporting his back, while you were more slouched against him, head carefully caged in between his bicep and chest while he held up his book.
That’s when you fell upon the video. The one where you saw a girl in a similar situation as the one you were in right now, pulling a prank on her boyfriend. The prank consisted of her pretending she was leaving, just to see her boyfriend’s reaction. Luckily for you, you were wearing your earphones, and Yuji was far too focused on his reading to sense the imminent mischief coming his way.
Unable to stop yourself, you turn your phone off and lift his elbow to free yourself from his grasp.
“‘Kay I’m gonna go now.” you scoot yourself off his bed and stretch your arms once you’re back on your feet.
He closes his book and lets it fall on his stomach. “Huh?”
You chuckle at his cluelessness. “I said I’m leaving, Yuji. I wanna go to sleep.”
He sits up. “So sleep here.” the pink haired boy states simply, as if it was the obvious answer.
“... I wanna sleep in my room though.” you put a hand on your hip.
“What’s wrong with my room?” he stands up and steps closer to you, completely invading your personal space. He had a tendency to do that.
“Nothing’s wrong with it, I just— why are you so offended?” you snort.
“I’m not offended… I just don’t understand why you don’t wanna sleep over. You always do.” he tilts his head, the gesture reminding you of a puppy.
Thank god for your resolve, because if you didn’t have any, you already would’ve caved in and kissed him stupid.
“Not always.” you roll your eyes.
“You slept over last night and the night before though…” he scratches at his head, confused.
“That’s besides the point!” you huff. “Okay you know what? I’m just gonna go.”
He doesn’t even let you take more than two footsteps before his arms trap you in a tight embrace from behind. “You can’t just go without giving me a good reason to!”
“Yuji let go of me—” you move around, trying to slip free from his hold. Curse him and his superhuman strength. And although you try to sound angry, you can’t help the giggles erupting from deep within your stomach.
He ignores your demands. “Come on just tell me— did I do something wrong? Or do you just not like my room?” he laughs along with you, the sound booming in your ear.
“It’s not that!” you continue giggling, as he was now relentlessly attacking your neck and cheek with sloppy kisses. “God, you’re so gross! Stop it—” You push a hand against his face.
He pouts and gives your hand a small lick. “Me? Gross?”
You yelp and wipe your hand against his thigh. “Yes, you!”
“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think? I’m just trying to show my girlfriend I love her.”
Feeling him settle down, you do the same and try to catch your breath from all that laughing.
His voice is quieter. “Seriously, why do you wanna go so bad?” he juts his bottom lip out.
“I don’t… I just wanted to see if you’d care whether I left or not.”
“... You for real?” Once he sees you nod, he lets out a sigh, feeling reassured.
At the sight of the overwhelming relief washing over him, you chuckle. “You’re acting like you avoided a catastrophe.”
“I really did.”
“Me not sleeping in the same room as you is a catastrophe?” you deadpan.
“Of course it is.” He gives you a small glare, as if it were a stupid question. “Wait— you don’t feel the same?”
You hold back from smiling too hard. He just kept giving you opportunities to tease him on a silver platter. “I mean… I’d live.” you shrug.
“Sometimes I think you might secretly hate me…” he sighs woefully.
You grab his hand abruptly and drag him back to bed. “Would you quit being dramatic? I never said I hated you.” letting yourself fall against the mattress, you tug him along so he falls on top of you. He catches himself at the last second to hover above you, supporting himself with his forearms.
“But you act like it—”
You cut his sentence short by pressing a kiss to his adam’s apple. It bobs against you as he swallows hard, his face and neck flushing red.
He lets out a shaky breath. “... You’re going to kill me one of these days.”
જ⁀➴ Megumi Fushiguro .ᐟ
The sound of rain hitting the window could be heard through Megumi’s room. It was late in the evening, and the two of you were resting in his bed.
His front was pressed against your back, and his chin rested against the top of your head. He had an arm draped over you. You weren’t doing anything in particular, simply lying down entangled with one another. Enjoying the other’s warmth. But you could tell he hadn’t dozed off yet.
Although he was probably about to. Today’s mission had been more rough than usual. And you could tell he was going to wake up sore all over tomorrow.
So, you concluded he needed some good rest.
“Megumi?” you speak up softly, not wanting to startle him.
His hand tightens around your waist. “Hm?”
“I’m gonna go back to my room now, okay?”
He lets his head dip down to be closer to you. “Why?” he murmurs against your ear.
You purse your lips together. Of course he was going to be difficult about this. “You need to be well-rested tomorrow.”
“... Still waiting for you to explain why you’re leaving,”
You sigh. His ability to remain a sarcastic jackass even while tired was truly impressive.
“You’re going to end up even more sore if you sleep with me like this. You know I move around a lot in my sleep.”
He goes quiet for a moment, as if thinking your words over. A heavy sigh escapes him. “I’ll be fine.”
Your hand moves to rest on top of his. You let it sit there for a moment before you try to detach his hand from your side. “No, you won’t. And I don’t want to be the reason you feel even worse tomorrow.”
His grip on you only tightens once he notices you’re trying to get rid of him. “Would you stop overthinking this? I told you I’ll be fine.”
“You say that now, but you’re going to complain and blame me later when you’re hurting all over.” you click your tongue and huff.
Megumi ignores your disdain, and pulls you back to him, pressing his chest against your spine even tighter than before. He nuzzles his face even closer, and you can feel his bangs against your ear, and his lips against your neck. His soft breath fans across your collarbone as he speaks.
“... I won’t, I promise.” he mumbles, his voice almost getting lost with the sound of the harsh rain tapping against the glass of the window.
“And how do I know you mean it?”
“I always keep my word, don’t I? Stop worrying over this.”
Your hand that was previously trying to get him to let go of you gives up, and instead runs down your face as you groan lightly. “Megumi, this is for your own good. I want you to feel better tomorrow.”
“And you don’t want me to feel better now?”
Your hand falls from your face to land on the pillow under you. “What are you talking about?”
“What about right now? Don’t you want me to feel good now?”
You stare down at his hand that was around your waist, stunned. “Well… yeah. Of course I do.”
“Then let me have this.” he huffs, burying his face against the collar of your shirt. He speaks up again, his voice softer this time. “Stay with me.”
“... You’re way too stubborn. I hope you know that.”
He hums, paying you no mind.
“Fine, I’ll stay. But if you say one word about it being my fault that you—”
“I get it. Stop nagging me.” he groans. But the second he feels your tense form relax against him once more, he whispers. “Thanks.”
“For what?”
“... you really gonna make me say it out loud?”
You chuckle softly. “Yes.”
He clears his throat, and lowers his face. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel his eyelashes brush up against your shoulder. A soft kiss is pressed against your skin. “Thanks for being here,”
“I always will.” you respond.
જ⁀➴ Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ
You twirl the ends of your hair mindlessly as you watch him. Toji was hunched over in the midst of his small kitchen, rummaging through his fridge. The buzzing light of it highlighting his sharpest features, currently pulled into a small frown as he groaned about forgetting to buy a pack of beer.
He’d been in a pretty foul mood for the last hour or so. You’re not exactly sure why. He’d gotten off the phone with Shiu all bitter and angry.
You were hoping the two of you could share a nice evening— or night, but it seemed that plan had gone to ruin now. And you weren’t sure exactly what to do.
So there you were, sitting on the bed of his small one bedroom studio, keeping quiet out of fear of angering or stressing him out further.
After contemplating, you sigh and stand up. “Hey, Toji?”
“Mmh?” he grumbles in response.
“I’m leaving, okay?”
He closes the fridge and watches you as you make your way to the front door, grabbing your stuff along the way. His eyes widen in disbelief. He reaches you in two steps.
“Where you going?”
“... Home.” you look up at him, fingers tightly gripping your bag. You had hoped no argument would come out of this. He wasn’t one to fight or anything, but still.
“Why?”
“I don’t know I just…” you trail off. He stays silent, giving you the chance to think. You take a deep breath and speak up again. “Just thought I’d give you some space. Now’s not a good time for you, clearly.”
“Who said that?” his eyebrows knit in confusion, his frown only worsening.
“No one— it’s obvious.” you fold your arms over your chest. “I mean… you’ve been groaning and grumbling to yourself since earlier.”
He lets out a heavy sigh. “So?” he throws his head to the side, gaze landing on his window.
“So… I’m leaving you be.” you say, your tone leaving no room for discussion as you turn your back to him, reaching for the doorknob and twisting it.
His hand immediately lands on the door and he pushes against it, slamming it shut. You look to your left, his large and rough palm laying flat against the wood right next to your head. “Don’t want you to.” he states, his other hand moving against the door on your right side this time, caging you in.
You sigh. “Why not?”
He stays still for a moment, before leaning forward, his forehead landing on your shoulder with a soft thud. “Need you here with me.” he mumbles.
You’re slightly taken-aback by his words, but out of fear he might deflect or retreat back in his shell, you say nothing. You simply reach a hand up, your fingers carding through his thin black hair.
“You sure? I don’t want to make you more upset than you already are.”
He clicks his tongue in response. “You don’t upset me doll,”
Unsure of what to do, you remain motionless and quiet, for the sole exception of your hand massaging his scalp.
“Don’t go. Stay here.” he mutters against your shoulder. His arms detach from the door to wrap themselves around your waist. That was probably the closest you would ever get to hearing him plead.
“... Alright, I’m staying.” your free hand moves to caress and trace along the veins of his arms.
A soft groan slips past his lips at the sensation of your hand in his hair, and he tightens his arms around you.
“Whatever Shiu said must’ve really upset you, huh…”
His hand slips under your shirt and traces the soft lines of your stomach. “Say his name one more fucking time,”
You hold back a laugh and scoff instead. “Okay, okay, calm down.”
His hand loosens around your waist, and he pulls away from you. You finally turn back around to meet his gaze. Your eyes soften at the sight of him. Hair just a tad greasy and disheveled, eyebags more prominent than before, shoulders not as upright and confident as usual.
“Don’t look at me like that.” he grunts and looks away.
“Like what?” you inch closer, hands finding his waist.
“Like you pity me.”
You shake your head with a smile. “I worry about you. It’s not the same thing.”
“Yeah well I don’t need you worrying over me like I’m some kid that needs help.”
“Sure, sure.” You nod. “How about you hop in the shower and I wash your hair?”
His eyes trail back to you instantly, and he looks down at you with a conflicted expression. He considers it for a moment. “Fine, but you’re getting in with me.” he grins.
You run a hand down your face but reluctantly agree. “I’m just going to wash your hair, Toji. That’s it.”
“You always say that and then end up—”
“In the shower you go!” you raise your voice to drown out the sound of his, and start pushing him towards the bathroom.
જ⁀➴ Ryomen Sukuna .ᐟ
Warm water flowing from your fingertips and trickling down his back, gentle candlelight bouncing off of the hard planes of his body, and the quiet breeze of the night air slipping past the lavish curtains and into the room.
It was currently late into the night, and Sukuna had summoned you to his chambers to bathe him. Just like he did every other night. He’d complained to you about his needlessly tiring and grueling day.
Dealing with—what he deemed to be—incompetent servants, his food being too cold for his taste, and the arrogant members of his court ordering him around (they were merely giving him suggestions on political matters).
You’d just finished giving him his bath, and were currently standing with his short-sleeved robe held out for him to slip into. You watched carefully as he finished drying himself off and turned his back to you, black tattoos and hardened muscles on display. They flex and contort as he slips his four arms through the large loop holes and shrugs the light robe on.
He turned around to let you tie the garment and your hands moved fast, tying a small knot around his waist, your eyes trained on the fabric in-between your fingers. Once finished, you took two steps back and bowed your head, hands clasped together at your front.
“If you do not need me for anything else, I will be taking my leave, my lord.”
“You’re not going anywhere.” He huffed, running a hand through his wet hair.
You let out an involuntary twitch. “... Is there something else you’d like me to do for you?”
“No.” he responds simply.
You raise your gaze for the first time, and look at him. “May I ask why you’re keeping me then?”
“You may not.” The tall man retorts and turns around, making his way to his bed. And you know, without him having to tell you, that he expects you to follow after him. So you do.
You stand with your hands still joined together, posture upright, your eyes glued to the floor, with your back against the wall.
He throws a glance at you and a sneer graces his lips. “Must you stand in the corner like a potted plant?”
You clench your hands, holding back from shooting a snarky response his way, and manage to stay quiet.
“Join me,”
Now that breaks your resolve.
You look at him across the room. “Sorry?”
He makes himself comfortable against his pillows, and folds one knee up, elbow propped up against it and his chin resting in his palm. “Have you gone deaf? Do not make me repeat myself.” he glares.
You swallow, hard, and make your way to him slowly.
“Before the sun rises again, would you?” he orders, and you pick up your pace.
You stand at the foot of his bed, quiet.
Once you’re finally close enough for him to scrutinize your every expression and feature, a smirk forms on his face, and he pats the space next to him.
Heat flares up in your stomach and you feel fear, anger and confusion (and maybe a bit of arousal), all at once.
“My lord… I am afraid I can not provide you with what you desire. Allow me to remind you I am but a humble servant.” You speak firmly. Well… as firm as you could manage considering you were probably going to lose your head in the next five minutes. But you’d rather be beheaded than get in bed with him against your will. “I could ask for a concubine to be called if that is what you wish.” you bow again, hoping to appease him.
His hand drops from his face and his smile fades. He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “Would you calm down, you vixen? I can practically smell the fear oozing out of your pores.”
A frown makes its way onto your face without you wanting to.
A beat of silence passes and he looks away before speaking up again in a softer tone. “You misunderstood my intentions. I simply wish for you to lie down with me.”
Your scowl melts into a confused expression, now more perplexed than anything.
But the most perplexing part of all this is the fact that you don’t find yourself completely opposed to the idea. On the contrary, you were almost tempted by it.
“Do not make me wait,” he speaks. Although this time, it sounds like a request disguised as an order. “Don’t you think you’ve already made me wait far too long for you?” He adds, voice quiet.
You finally comply, albeit hesitantly, and sit down next to him. You move carefully, as though one wrong move could mean the end for you. And considering you were dealing with Sukuna, you weren’t exercising unnecessary caution.
“Loosen up. I won’t eat you.” He scoffs and instantly pulls you by the waist.
All four of his arms pull you against him and make you lay on your side. One of them moves to pull the soft covers over you. He clutches you tighter against his form. Almost as if he were a child tucking himself to sleep, holding onto his favourite plushie.
You barely hold back a small chuckle at the mental image.
“Is this amusing to you?”
You freeze, cursing yourself for failing to conceal your emotions. “... perhaps.” you blurt honestly.
He lets out a short grunt, and nuzzles his head against your neck. “Just go to sleep.”
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“you ever get so mad you just wanna cheat?” prank on toji
you’re both melted into the beat-up sectional, some nfl game blaring that toji threw on. he’s slouched deep, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back of the couch behind you, the other cradling a half-empty beer, your phone’s tucked against a crumpled blanket, camera rolling sneaky.
when commercial break hits, you poke his knee with your toe.
he grunts, eyes still locked on the screen even though it’s just ads. “hm.”
“you ever get so mad you just wanna cheat?”
the beer he was drinking freezes mid-sip. he lowers it slow. head turns like he’s in slow motion, processing if he really heard that.
“run that back.”
you fight the smirk. “like say shit pisses you off so bad you’re like fuck it, i’m gonna cheat. just to get even.”
toji sets the beer down with a heavy clunk. leans forward a little.
“you hittin’ me with this while you got my shorts ridin’ up your ass? sittin’ in my spot? after i dropped twenty on your overpriced coffee bullshit this mornin’?”
you shrug, playing innocent. “just askin’ cause people get mad and think about it.”
he huffs. “people are fuckin’ dumb. you dumb like them?”
“hey! ’m not dumb.”
“if you ever got me that pissed,” he leans closer, voice dropping rough. “i ain’t wastin’ dick on some side bitch. i’d just pin you down and fuck the attitude out till you’re beggin’ for mercy.”
your eyes widen at how crude he got. “toji! why would you say that—now i can’t even post this. they're gonna take this down, you ruined my prank again!”
“prank?” he clocks the phone in half a second. snatches it up, squints at the red dot. “this shit again? didn't i tell ya i hated the last one?"
“well our last one went viral.”
he kills the recording with his thumb. flings the phone onto the armchair across the room. “viral my ass.”
you scoot back an inch. he follows, crowding you against the cushions.
“baby wait—it’s just the trend! boyfriend freaks out, gets jealous, cute shit! you know how this shit goes ... oh my god what are you gonna do to me?”
he snorts so hard his shoulders shake. grabs your waist, yanks you straight into his lap like you weigh nothing.
“well boyfriend's not jealous.” that mean little grin spreads slow. “he's pissed and half-hard. you started this war, brat.”
you’re cackling into his neck. “this ain’t how the videos end!”
“fuck your videos.” he stands up in one smooth motion, hauls you fireman-style over his shoulder. your beer almost spills as he strides toward the hall, game still roaring behind you. "let's make a different video. my typa video."
fluff. toji who lays on you when he’s so exhausted he could cry
a/n: some cute toji while i try to write part 4 of my other fic
it was late at night. like usual, you laid in bed with a book in hand while waiting for your boyfriend to come home.
the lock on the front door finally turned and the jangle of keys rang through the air. an exhausted sigh was heard alongside the quiet thuds of shoes being kicked off.
toji appeared in your doorway not long later, exhaustion wearing his handsome face down. you offered a small smile and put the book aside, more pressing matters at hand now.
“hi my baby.” you greeted softly, holding your arms out.
he tried to smile back but it didn’t meet his eyes. it never did on days like this. he trudged on over and slowly laid down, collapsing on top of you tiredly while still being sure not to crush you.
you wrapped your arms around him as best as you could, holding him and kissing his head gently. he melted into you. the sweet smell of your perfume and your warmth made him overflow with love.
“what’s wrong baby?” you murmured quietly, trailing some of your fingers down along his still slightly tense back. he just shook his head and buried his face deeper into your shoulder.
“so tired..” he whispered back and it was apparent in his voice.
you moved a hand to hold the side of his face, lifting his head to look at you. he let you and pressed his cheek into your hand. his eyes were rimmed with red from the day wearing down on him.
“my poor cutie. you work too hard.” you whispered, pressing fluttery kisses to each of his features. that earned the slightest hint of a smile.
“I’m okay.” he insisted. your fingers brushed against his cheek lightly, making a light pink creep up on his cheeks. you just nodded but the two of you knew it wasn’t true.
you pecked his lips now. a bunch of times. “cmon, let’s shower together. I can get you all cleaned up before dinner.”
he nodded and gave you a slow kiss, his appreciation translating through it. “I love you.”
𓍼ོ inexperienced!reader sucking dad’s best friend!toji’s dick for the first time
you kneel between toji’s spread thighs on his living room floor, the tv light bouncing low with hue of some old game in the background.
his cock is thick and heavy in your shaky hand, the vein along the underside pulsing as you lean in and wrap your lips around the head for the first time. “mhm,” you hear your dad’s best friend hum.
when it slips into your mouth, it tastes salty and warm, bigger than you expected, already stretching your mouth.
you suck gently, eyes flicking up to his face, hoping for some sign that you are not messing this up completely.
toji leans back against the couch, one big hand resting on the back of your head, his green eyes half lidded with that lazy smirk.
“fuck, baby, don’t choke,” he mutters when you try to take more and your throat tightens around him.
you pull back a little, coughing softly, spit already slicking your chin. “am i… doing it right?” you whisper, voice small and uncertain.
he laughs, low and rough, the sound rumbling through his chest and making his abs flex under that dark trail of hair.
“yeah,” then bunch of words follow when you hollow your cheeks, a slurping sound engulfing you both.
“you’re doing it.. fuck— right”
“smart girl.”
“…just like that.”
“slow and wet. feels good.”
encouraged, you dip down again, taking him deeper this time, your tongue pressing flat along the bottom. but you push too far too fast, and your eyes water as he hits the back of your throat.
“easy,” he growls, but his fingers tighten in your hair anyway. “you gonna choke on it.”
another laugh escapes him, this one darker, as you try to breathe through your nose. before you can pull off, he guides you down firmly, pushing until your nose brushes right against that coarse trail of hair at the base of him. your throat spasms around the thick length, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but he holds you there for a long second, savoring the tight heat.
“there we go,” he murmurs, voice dropping lower. “good girl. take it all for me.”
he finally lets you up just enough to gasp for air, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his cock, before he pushes you right back down again. his laughter mixes with a groan as you struggle so prettily around him.
Synopsis- You tell your fuck buddy Toji, you wanna try something new and crazy (sexually) but he comes up with absolute bullshit that you would've never guessed.
Warnings- HardDom!Toji, Camgirl!reader, Psychological exhibition(Pseudo-exhibition), sex on stream, clit play, edging, humiliation, orgasm denial, rough sex, slight praise kink, verbal degradation, sensory deprivation, blindfold, handcuffs, fingering, overstimulation, au (no curses), exhibitionism, pet names, claiming.
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A cold breeze blows harshly against your naked skin. You hear the rushed sound of the city and chirping of birds, so distinctly. Are you outside? Where the fuck has Toji brought you. What the fuck is he planning? Your mind is racing.
Nothing but empty darkness surrounds you. At least that's how it looks. You’re blindfolded, with your arms bound by cold handcuffs, clenching your wrists. Sitting on the cold seat of a chair pressed against you. Tilting with every gust of wind.
You can tell you are balancing on something. Your senses feel like they're incredibly heightened. You’re taking in every sensation down to a chemical level. Hyper aware of everything around you.
Every feeling, every smell is potent. You’re completely at Toji’s mercy. You told him you wanted to try something spontaneous, this wasn’t what you had in mind at all.
But you will admit… This feeling of risk is enthralling. Your heart is beating so fast. It too is trying to process this inebriating moment.
“T-Toji…Where the fuck a-are we??”
“Shhh..Stop shaking. You don't wanna fall, do you?”
This is nothing but fun for him. Taunting you that is. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
You’re so scared you might fall, you don't want to move an inch. But maybe you’re daring enough to test him. You lift up your foot slowly. Your heart feels like it will pop out of your chest. You accidentally kick him.
Big fucking mistake.
“Oh- Was that-” Interrupting you, he grabs and jerks your leg aggressively. Shaking you and the chair. “Be careful. I could drop you right now and not give a fuck after.” He says sternly.
You can’t see him. But you can tell he’s not joking anymore. “Please just answer me at least...” You ask but you know he won’t. He likes seeing you bend at his will. The way you obey his every word. That's why you’re his favorite toy. You just can’t get enough of him.
Suddenly you hear the high pitch chime of a stream starting. “Look how amazing she looks guys.” There is no way he's doing what you think he is. You scoff in disbelief.
“Haa- Toji.. what the fuck are you doing...?”
You can feel him breathing against your ear. Taking in the sound his lips parting as he smiles and whispers,
“I’m only doing what you asked for, doll. We’re gonna put on an amazing show.”
That rich, slick, seductive tone of his. That, along with the position you’re in sends a shiver through you. You feel an internal heat as your heart drops. But this feeling isn't fear… No, it's something far from it. A dark, perverse sense of pleasure. So, why not give them a show?
His thick fingers trail up your thigh. Pressing down and gripping your skin as he spreads your legs. Blowing against your skin to mess with your sensory perception. Toying with you.
He grazes his fingers up the slit of your pussy. Making sure the camera catches every second of this. You’re dripping just from the rush of being with him.
“She’s already so excited, guys. What a slut you are.”
He’s smirking with every word. Not that you can see it though. You just know it.
He traces slow controlled circles around your clit. Creating a pestering wave of warmth building in your sweet spot. “Nnghh…” A moan escapes your lips as he plays with your begging clit. Further igniting whatever flame you’ve sparked in this man.
His fingers slip into you with a heavy stroke. Thrusting in and out of you and curving his fingers upwards so they hit your sweet spot perfectly.
He wants to hear those pretty moans of yours. That begging is what he craves oh so much.
“Tsk… You better quiet down before someone hears you and comes looking.”
Laughing as he finger fucks you without pity. The feeling of his fingers going in out of you feels so good, you almost forgot where you were. As if you even know. All you have is an assumption.
“Ugnhh…Fuuck..”
You instinctively try to cover your mouth forgetting that your hands are secured.
“Haha.. How pathetic. Awww poor baby.”
He laughs as you squirm under his control. You're trying to contain your moans with no real hope of succeeding.
How can someone be so alluring yet so callous and calculating? But you can’t help it... You love the way he bends you at his will. You’ve never felt more alive than at this moment.
“Toji- Ngnhh...”
You feel a heavy pressure swelling inside of you, spreading all over your body. He stops as soon as you’re about to cum. Like he knows just from the way your pussy clenches.
“You don’t get to cum until I say so”
This man is a tyrant. He’s indirectly controlling your every move and you love it.
His fingers start picking up pace. Being sucked in and out of your sopping pussy. You can hear the constant notification chime of more views and gifts from the stream. Reminding you that you have thousands of eyes captivated and fixed on you.
“All these people watching. All here for you… My perfect girl.”
The thought of his words and being watched like this. The way your body is being pushed to the brink of ecstasy every second. This rush of adrenaline and pleasure. This feeling is intoxicating. Suffocating in the best way.
Out of pure desperation you start grinding your hips along his fingers. “T-Toji…Pleeeaase…” Begging him for something he will only give you on his terms.
“Mhmm that's what I like to hear. One more time for our lovely viewer, then maybe I'll let you cum.”
“M’leeeaase… I’m beggiing you…”
Without warning his fingers slip out of you. The recognition of the bleak sound of traffic and notifications snaps you back to reality. Panting as your body adjusts to this lack of stimulation.
“I love how hard you’re trying for me.”
Did you genuinely think he’d let you finish so easily?
You hear him walk away so you take the moment to catch your breath. Suddenly you feel his hands scooping you. Carrying you with ease.
“This is what you wanted right?”
He rubs his leaking and throbbing tip on your clit. Making you jerk. Your body feels increasingly more sensitive than before. “Mmmf..” Suddenly, he rams his thick, rigid cock into you. A shallow gasp breaks out of you. “Fuck…” he groans as he plumits into your tight pussy.
You can feel his cock pulsing with every deep stroke. Hitting every sweet part of your walls and making you clench tighter around him. You start grabbing at the air reflexively as he fucks mindless. The same way you’d clench the bed sheets when he’s inside you.
“Now tell the people who you belong to.”
“Mgnhh…T-oji..”
“Good girl…”
He slams you down on his cock. Brushing your bobbing cervix. His thumb softly massages your pillowy clit methodically. “Haa…so good..” You moan. It's like every sound you make is an airborne aphrodisiac for him. You can tell he’s losing control.
His cock feels like it's getting stiffer inside of you. Pulsing with every glide. Sending strikes of bliss through you. Your body is trembling as your moans fill the space. Your hips jerk with every motion.
“Go ahead and cum for me baby.”
The lovely magic words.
His raspy breath is quickening along with his strokes. The moans coming out of him are like a drug. The sound of his hips smacking against yours is getting so much louder as he pounds. It feels like it's echoing. You can feel every twitch coming from his thick cock.
Your head whips back as your muscles strain and tense up. You feel yourself hyperventilating. Every single sound you’ve heard up until this point feels muffled.
A wave of pure euphoria washes over you. Finally cumming all over his cock as he pours into you. Your mind feels so cloudy and your body feels more than weak.
His thrusts are getting disorganized while his grip on you tightens. You can feel his hot cum leaking out as he fucks you sloppily.
“Let me see that pretty face of yours…”
He finally removes your blindfold. Your eyes flutter, painfully trying to adapt to the harsh light. As your vision focuses you realize… There's no city traffic, no birds, no real wind. You’re not outside at all. You’re in his damn basement. With his computer and a big ass fan acting as “the outside”.
Your eyes widen.
“What. the. fuc--”
He rams into you with a smirk as big as his ego. Flicking his head back.
He played the fuck out of you.
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