there’s no eater like toji zenin. 18+
cw: oral sex ofc and yes the reader’s ass IS getting eaten too; afab!reader with no specified gender; use of sex toy; a lil twist at the end.
toji’s not your first munch, that’s for sure. you’ve been with quite a few people before, but — and you could put this on your name — you’re sure no one that walks this earth at this very moment could eat it like he does even if they tried to.
you can’t wrap your head around what it is that he does differently compared to the people you’ve been with before. maybe it’s the way he doesn’t bat an eye when you squirt all over his mouth and chin as his thick fingers curl inside your throbbing sex, paired up with the unrelenting lapping and slurping at your swollen clit. he never misses the perfect spot, not even once, both inside and out. well, it’d be surprising if he did, considering just how many times he’s had his mouth, hands and dick in there.
(has anyone ever made you squirt from head alone, before him? you can’t quite recall…)
maybe it’s the way he bucks into the mattress like a dog in heat and consequentially comes untouched solely from having his tongue all up your wet heat. every single time. you’d tease him for it if only you were able to get some actual words out instead of just hiccups, gasps and cries.
perhaps it’s none of those things.
it could actually be the way he doesn’t forget about your asshole.
most people don’t pay it the attention it deserves. but toji definitely isn’t like ‘most people’, is he?
he’d slide back and forth between your ass and cunt like he’s been starved; he’d groan too, making you wonder if he’s actually more blissed out than you. you’d feel his rough hands squeeze the back of your thighs to the point of it hurting delightfully as he folds your legs back like you’re some kind of lawn chair, your knees almost brushing against your shoulders. and you’d pull his hair, squirm, cry… to the point where you’ve came so much you actually can’t feel anything anymore, and if you do, it’s not as pleasurable. only then he’d stop.
much like what’s happening right now.
you’ve tortured your throbbing clit to the point where the previously enjoyable buzzing of the vibrator in your hand is now irritatingly uncomfortable (you’ve been chasing your third orgasm for, what… twenty minutes now?), so you decide that it’s best for you to turn the whole thing off and call it a night.
because no amount of vibrations with changing patterns could ever make you orgasm and squirt as much as toji used to do. too bad you two broke up.
…you still have his number, though.
which is currently saved as “DO NOT TEXT FOR ANY REASON”.
you roll over the mess you’ve made of your bed to reach for your phone on the nightstand. the unstoppable willpower of an horny mind has to be studied.
but then, is it ever that serious? the reason you two broke up, i mean. it’s been months. you can’t even recall how the argument that split you two apart went down anymore (or maybe your mind is just still a bit hazed from the thigh-shaking orgasms you’ve brought yourself to). and you’re sure the bastard misses you too, even though he’d never admit that out loud.
so your thumbs dance atop the keyboard of your smartphone without actually typing anything out on the so called “DO NOT TEXT FOR ANY REASON” contact, and that’s when you recall reading somewhere that you simply cannot lose your best eater. therefore, you finally decide to type out your text:
come over in 10 and don’t ask any questions
his reply comes shortly after– immediately, actually. in fact, you barely have the time to close the app before you freak out as post-nut clarity finally hits. the notification pops up with a bling at the top of the screen and makes you flinch slightly.
see, he still has a soft spot for you.
toji is many things. but he’s not a liar. so hurry and clean yourself up before he finds out that you reached out to him because you were masturbating to the thought of him eating you out only to realize that a sex toy is never going to be able to replicate that feeling. his ego is almost bigger than his cock, so there’s no need for that.
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