for every irredeemable quality that Toji Fushiguro possesses, his ability to put you through your own mattress is almost enough to make up for them. almost.
notably, his flakiness, the tendency to borrow cash just to lose it all after betting on horses that come dead fucking last. the second of the two still irks you, 50000 yen loss still very much raw. you know you won’t see that money for maybe another 2-3 weeks, but you suppose he’s making up for it well enough in the interim.
your coupling leaves a damp, sticky puddle spreading under you, yet again forgetting to spread a towel in the rush of ripping each other’s clothes off to fuck like you’re in heat. toji has you splayed on your side with a leg dangling over his shoulder, knelt between your thighs and holding you in a grip that keeps you right where he wants you.
the bed springs of the cheap mattress shift and creak under your shared weight with every thrust, clapping of his pelvis slapping against your ass reverberating loud in the air as he manuevers each inch in and out of your warmth. your skin sticks to his where your bodies tangle and overlaps, nails biting into his fat biceps hard enough to leave your mark, moans leaving you in shaky exhales.
“mmh, ‘ji. right there— right, ooh fuck—”
“yeah? right there?” his eyes drop low, watching his cock disappear into your cunt and pull back out slick and glistening, over and over. “she’s so noisy today. listen to her.” he quiets down and you’re left to listen to the embarrassing wet squelches of the loads he’s already spilled deep being pushed deeper and deeper by his bulbous tip.
if you weren’t as far gone as you currently are, you’d be more on his ass over losing your money, being a kind of shitty boyfriend. too bad you can only think of his perfect mid dick.
your toes curl hard enough to cramp, cunt convulsing around him. big hands find your waist to pull you into his thrusts, no care for how deep that sends him, how full it makes you. he dips to shut you up with a kiss that’s all tongue and teeth, swapping spit, swallowing down grunts and moans while his hips keep their pace. your tits shift and bounce with every thrust, nipples peaked, breaths coming out more paced.
he can see everything perfectly from this angle—the lewd sight of your folds stretched arounds his cock, the slick cream of your shared arousal forming a white ring near his base, that lewd expression he’s not sure you know you’re making.
toji is far from unaffected, hand sliding from your hip to push that lifted leg closer to your chest to open you up, letting his cock pound into you at an impossibly deeper angle. you’re sure you’re drooling, waterline leaking tears as you claw at his shoulders and stumble over praise of how good it feels.
“that’s it, hold onto me.” the new angle has cock probing at that soft spot continuously, thumb working firm circles over clit. he’s fucked you enough times to know your tells, but you’re shaking thighs are enough of a non-verbal cue for him. “you gonna cum?”
“m-mhm—I’m c—oh my god—cumming again-” your body can only handle so much pleasure till you’re seizing around him, cunt pulling him deeper in waves as your back arches. your orgasm crests and crashes over you all at once, clawing at his shoulder as you soak his cock for the umpteenth time.
“there it is…there ya fuckin’—” he punctuates with a deep thrust that jostles your frame, strained croak punching out of you from somewhere deep, “—go. make a mess, baby.”
he works you through your peak, thumb unrelenting, hips still snapping as you whine and convulse around him. he tips over faster than the previous times — lips pressing against your ankle, balls pulling tight. he finishes with a long, rough moan that sends heat flooding where he’s emptying into you, walls fluttering helplessly around his throbbing length.
his head drops, sweat dampened inky strands falling forward, hips making small involuntary rolls that drags out both of your pleasure. the room falls silent save for your breathing, his grip on your leg slackening to let it lower. you shift just enough to end up on your back with your legs bracketing either side of his hips. he gradually lowers himself down onto you, solid weight of his frame pinning you under him. gentle hands find his back, splaying wide over hard muscles, skimming lightly over scratch marks.
he burrows his face deeper into your neck, a low grunt warming your skin. “don’t you go starting stuff you can’t finish.”
his friend, still in you at this point, twitches with renewed interest and you can only huff out an exasperated laugh at him. “i’m literally just touching you.”
"exactly."
a/n: first time posting something immediately after writing it 🏃🏽♂️
