tw: age gap (reader is early 20s, toji is early 40s)
mdni! 🔞
“such a good girl, baby. fuck..” toji murmured, his hands on your hips as you straddled his waist. “way too good for an old man like me…”
you’re currently naked in your boyfriends lap, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck as you took his length inside of you.
he’s so big, pulsing and making your walls burn in the best way possible. you’re whining, clenching tight around his dick as you slide up and sink back down.
he’s leaning back against the headboard, looking up at you with half lidded, lazy eyes.
you’re so close to him that you can see the grey hair in his stubble that he tries so hard to keep out of your sight. he doesn’t want you to see him aging like this while you stay young and lively and fun.
you’re growing more and more exhausted, but his big, calloused hands on your hips are helping to guide you up and down.
“mngh… t-toji.. m’tired.” you whine, your movements slowing. you both were on the cusp of your orgasms, but your thighs were aching and burning, and every time he pushed in fully, it practically knocked the wind out of you.
“i know, sweetheart.” he whispered lowly, his voice rough. one of his hands snaked up your spine, cradling the back of your head and pulling you down into a deep kiss. “keep going f’me. i know you can.” he whispered against your lips.
his hand that had been on your hip moved down to your ass, smacking it gently before squeezing at the soft flesh.
you yelped from the mixture of pain and pleasure, the feeling giving you enough energy to move your hips again with his guidance.
“too much…” you whine, but you continue to move at a steady pace, your head dropping to rest in his neck. the stubble on his jaw scratched against your temple as you moved.
“just like that baby.. you’re doing so good. just a little more.” he muttered, his voice becoming rougher as his orgasm grew closer.
you felt a warmth tingling in your lower stomach, making your toes curl. toji could practically sense that, his fingers moving down to slowly, yet firmly, play with your clit, making you jolt.
“m’gonna cum.. mmf- toji, k-keep doing that…” you whimpered, rocking your hips faster, pulling suppressed groans from his lips.
“cum for me, baby. you worked so hard my sweet girl.” his free hand gently held the back of your head, still buried in his neck.
his words tipped you over, and you came with a loud cry, squeezing impossibly tight around him.
he followed right after you (always making sure you finish first, of course), his sticky release filling you up.
the two of you just sat there for a few minutes, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your bare back, whispering to you about how good you were while you hid your face in his neck.
even though your boyfriend was getting older, and his stamina might not be what it used to be, all he could do was hope that you wouldn’t grow tired of him.
he knows someone like you, young, sweet, and gorgeous, could have anyone you’d like. he didn’t deserve you, and sometimes he questioned why you even loved him.
but moments like this, when he was holding you and making you feel good, toji fushiguro, a man who never felt deserving of anything, really felt like he could just be with someone for once.
||a/n: this got kinda sad at the end soz lol
anyway i’m replaying silent hill 2 rn and i just luv james so much poor baby
synopsis . In which the overwhelming heat in your apartment sends you and your perverted roommate into a different kind of heat.
content . afab!reader, mutual masturbation, heavy tension, implied perv x perv, not-so-dry humping, dirty talk, filth, spit, size kink, rough sex, teasing, thigh riding, high tensions, slight spanking, man handling, groping, nipple play, perversion, degrading, oral sex (f!receiving), pussy slapping, toji’s realllll nasty, praise, both of you are super needy and stupid, finger sucking, etc.
word count . 7.3k || author's note: no, not fever by enhypen. fever by vybz kartel, lock in w me now. fic based on this request! (not proofread) banner art by rororogi mogera <3
You told Toji to get that old piece of garbage you both called air conditioning fixed months ago.
Ever the cheapskate, Toji promised you he’d handle it himself. That was four weeks ago and now the machine has finally croaked—having breathed it’s final breath of cool air into your apartment somewhere throughout the night.
It’s the following day since then—where you've returned after a looong, exhausting day of work—and now the apartment is hot. The sun is outside blazing against the building’s exterior but due to the lack of cool air circulating the interior, you're left irritated rather quickly.
The heat occupying the air wouldn’t even be that bad if you had a fan or two but the ones you did have are more tasks that have fallen victim to Toji’s lack of handling as they lay broken in dusty closets.
And as for the man in question, he's laid out on the couch in nothing more than his boxers as if he owns the damn place.
Lazy bastard. He doesn't even pay his rent on time!
Ignoring the fact that you make up for it most months, it is all the more annoying to see him lounging around as soon as you get home. Especially when the house feels like what you imagine the inside of hell's darkest ass crack to be. Too much movement would surely result in one of you passing out from overheated exhaustion.
It's with great urgency that you strip yourself of your things, purposefully making an unnecessary amount of noise as you toss your keys onto the nearby counter. The sound seems to pull Toji's attention away from the TV ahead of him, earning a lazy turn of his head as he glances back to you.
He can't even get a full greeting out before you scoff.
"Toji," His shoulders slump in instant reaction to the sound of scolding in your voice. It's way too fucking hot for you to start an argument with him now. "You've been home all day and you still haven't fixed anything."
He grunts from across the way, turns his attention back to the TV, and then rolls his eyes, "Can't work in the heat, doll."
"You wouldn't have to if you fixed it as soon as I said something months ago." You throw back at him, pulling your body through hot air just to get to your fridge.
You wanted to be disappointed to see that there's no water in the freezer nor fridge, really. But when you look back over to where Toji's been sitting on his ass all dat—spotting more empty water bottles than you can count—you find an expected wave of disappointment slither into you.
"Said sorry for that already, didn't I?" He asks, the lack of true care in his voice doing nothing to ease your irritation with him.
At this rate, you'd be sending out offers for a new roommate by tomorrow morning.
The freezer is opened back up for a moment, your hand diving in to try and get some sort of cooled relief, even if only for a second. Unfortunately for you, that seems to be yet another thing in your apartment in need of fixing.
You let the freezer door slam and your forehead follows after it as you rest yourself against its outside. Sighing, "Sorry doesn't fix anything, Toji."
You couldn't see it but he was smiling at that. The only reason he's lasted this long in this apartment with you is because he doesn't mind your nagging too much—it keeps him on his toes most times. But after not listening to you for months, he wonders if he'll actually get in trouble with you this time around.
When he turns to get another look at you, he's met with the sight of your back as you make way towards the bathroom. Toji figured you're off to shower in hopes of cooling yourself off in the process.
Unfortunately for you, the building you live in has the opposite issue most complexes do and instead of running out of hot water, your place has an issue producing cold water. This wouldn't be so bad if the person who showered before you was conscious of how much he used.
But when annoyingly mild tempered water hits your fingers, you're left knowing exactly who to blame. Again.
He may enjoy living with you because he doesn't mind hearing you cold him, however you are slowly starting to dread sharing this apartment with him more and more as each day lugs on.
——
After a warm shower, you tuck yourself off into your bedroom only to find that it is undoubtedly the hottest room thus far. You try to ignore it as you pull on some shorts and a t-shirt that won't have you drenched in sweat come next morning but naturally it's difficult to do so once you lay yourself down.
You toss and turn against your sheets—comforter practically tossed to the floor, and body already beginning to perspire in a thin layer of sweat—until you manage to doze off for a solid ten minutes. Apparently that was all it took for your body to decide that sleeping under this heat was going to be impossible.
Which is how you end up out in the living room. Toji wasn't occupying the couch anymore so you tried to sleep there, figuring that if he could spend the whole day in one spot, you could spend a night sleeping there and it would provide you just the slightest bit of coolness in comparison to what you bedroom had given you.
Yet, every slight shift in your movement somehow made you impossibly hotter. The couch cushions did nothing but toast your skin and the humidity in the air led you into peeling yourself right off of the furniture and trudging towards the last known resort.
Toji's bedroom.
Now, you're no stranger to your roommate being quite the pervert—which is why you avoid his bedroom at all costs—but sometime back during the winter season, you do recall a few weeks were your apartment's heating system gave out and it was established then that Toji's bedroom had been the chilliest. He ended up sleeping in your room for some nights because of that, cuddling up against you in the name of sharing body heat.
So now that it's summertime, you're standing outside of his door hoping that something similar still applies to the temperature of his room. Your room is obviously the hottest, the living room and main area of the apartment barely fairs any better, and all that leaves his room to be hopefully a few degrees lighter than everywhere else.
You push his room door open sluggishly, nearly doused in sweat from head to toe as you trudge towards his bed and smack at his foot while you walk by. "You up?" your voice cuts through the air carelessly, earning a low grunt from the man sprawled out across his mattress. "Cool, move over."
That seems to wake Toji right up. His eyes peel open and he lets out a huff heavy enough to add to the heat occupying the rest of the apartment, but neither of you have the energy to say anything about it. "Why're you in here?" he asks as he scoots his large body over to give you some room.
For a short moment—and a short moment only—Toji wonders if the heat has finally made you come to your senses where he's concerned. He hoped that maybe a wet dream involving him brought you into his bedroom.
The weight of your body makes the bed dip in a bit as you shuffle onto his sheets right beside him, instantly melting into the faint frigidity it provides, and letting out a short sigh. "It's cooler in your room, so I'm sleeping in here tonight. You better get that shit fixed tomorrow."
Toji looks over and feels the excitement he had to share a bed with you rapidly die inside him as he's met with the sight of your back facing him. This wasn't the worst scenario possible, but he was really wishing for something more interesting to have led you into this position next to him.
He doesn't say anything in response to you with his mouth and decides on letting his eyes speak for him with the way they slide down your body. The shirt you have on was hugging your torso due to how much you'd been sweating, glued to every slight curve and dip of your frame, and leaving him unable to look away quickly enough.
It didn't take a genius to see that you were at ease beside him rather quickly. Toji is suddenly very appreciative for the slightly chiller conditioning of his bedroom. Technically it's still hot—as too much movement could quickly result in exhaustion just as it would in any other area of the apartment—but with you laying beside him in shorts small enough to drive him insane, he figures it's all worth it.
Meanwhile, you don't have to be facing Toji to know his eyes are on you. You could practically feel the way his gaze crawled over you, eventually settling onto the scarce fabric of your shorts that did little to conceal the entirety of your ass. There's a sudden and prominent urge to adjust the way your clothes are sitting on you, and Toji watches as you slowly move a hand to tug your shorts down an inch.
The scar at the corner of his lips shifts as his mouth twitches and he fights off a smirk.
He would never touch you without your permission or anything like that, but he was aware that you knew the real effects you had on him. Even laying beside him was enough to make his hips shift against the bed.
There was only so much space between your body and his, and his mattress wasn't the largest thing in the world so most movement was easily acknowledgeable. Even so, you decided to ignore it as best as you could.
Even though you could tell his hand had lifted from his side and moved somewhere towards his legs. Your eyes squeezed shut and you hoped silently that Toji wouldn't do what you figured he was about to.
Surely it was too hot for that.
Right?
At first he wasn't going to do anything. It started off as his fingers going off to pinch and tug at the fabric of his gym shorts, giving the steadily rising erection in between his legs some space to breathe. Then he told himself he wouldn't give it any attention and try to sleep it away.
Toji was on the same page as you in the beginning, he really was. Jerking off with you trying to sleep beside him was way too hot of an activity under all this warmth.
And yet, he's palming at his dick within the next twenty minutes. You drifted off just enough for him to be able to move without you noticing, and while he didn't touch you, he did lean over to glance over your shoulder to make sure you were fast asleep before his hand had wrapped around the bulge that'd formed against his shorts.
You'd shift around in your sleep a little and he'd twitch against his hand, watching the way your hip looks adjusting against the bed. Oh, the things he'd give to perch his hand there instead, turning his body over to cup yours and rubbing the outline of his hard cock up against the natural curve of your ass instead of his palm like some loser.
The thought alone brought his bottom lip up in between his teeth. Then he was moving his hands beneath his shorts and letting out a quiet breath of air. He didn't intend to jerk off like this. Seriously.
When his hand first makes contact with his dick, he shudders. Toji's tugged at his cock in thought of you over the years more times than he could count, but somehow this was different. He'd never done it next to you like this, where leaning over a couple inches brought your scent into his nose and the natural warmth of your body closer to intertwine with his.
Even back when he'd shared a bed with you during the winter he managed to control himself each night and refused to stroke himself. Well, right next to you, at least. He most definitely got off like a whore the very second you were gone.
Toji ends up spitting into the palm of his hand as quietly as he can manage before he pulls his cock free and rubs at the head whilst staring at your body. You seemed so upset with him earlier, sending those slight jabs his way. He's sure if it was a bit cooler, you would've cursed him clean out like you normally do.
But just the thought of the few comments you'd made thus far is enough to have him leaking into his hand as he finally wraps his fingers around his thick shaft and jerks off. The sounds of his actions are a bit loud, schlick after schlick after sopping schliiick. Technically you should've woken up, but the fact that you didn't made him all the more horny.
He knows you'd get annoyed if you caught him like this—the fact that he can't even handle you sleeping in his bed is definitely enough to piss you off.
Little did he know, you were pretending to sleep the entire time. You were in and out of your slumber, sure, but you certainly weren't able to get a full night's rest when the sound of your roommate touching his wet cock next to you was loud enough to drive any woman insane. There was an image of it somewhere in your head, courtesy of accidentally walking in on him in the bathroom a couple times in the past, so it was a little difficult to sleep with those thoughts combined with his strokes all in one hot night.
Not to mention the way he was panting behind you with not one care in the world for how noisy he was. Hell, some of his breaths managed to slither towards the back of your neck.
You made the mistake of adjusting yourself again and accidentally pushed back towards him, your ass nearly making contact with the side of his body. Toji had to grip at the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming just then, his next breath choking its way out of him before he could help it, and his other hand moving to pull his shirt up.
He went to bite down on the fabric to hopefully help with the sounds threatening to spill from his lips but it didn't help much.
The man resumed with his strokes and it wasn't long before you felt something land on your butt in thick spurts.
Despite the fact that you already had your eyes closed, they squeezed shut a little harder as you fought the urge to flinch. You hoped desperately that what you just felt wasn't what you thought it was. There was no way Toji managed to cum on your ass while you were "sleeping", right?
You figure that right then is as good a moment as any to stop pretending to be asleep and let yourself yawn—giving him a sign that you've stirred awake. Toji's body tenses up almost immediately, his eyes widening a fraction as he realizes what exactly he just did. He gulps, frantically looking around the bed to see what he can use as an excuse for the white mess currently drooling down the side of your ass.
Fairly enough, he has half a mind to snap a picture before you turn over. Just so he can have something to remember this by, y'know?
He doesn't though, considering how he moves to tuck his dick back into his shorts and clears his throat.
After which he moves to prop himself up on one of his elbows, and you feel something brushing against your butt. You can't help the way your eyes broaden.
Then you peek back at him from over your shoulder, and your gazes meet for a breif moment. There's not an ounce of guilt on his face and he only holds the eye contact with you for a few seconds before he looks back down to focus on what he's doing.
You follow along with the redirection and angle yourself back just enough to catch sight of what exactly is brushing against you. You see a cloth in his hand and watch silently for a few seconds as he wipes you clean.
Somewhere in your mind, you wondered if he was going to casually explain that he just came on you and then try to go to sleep like it was no big deal.
To your surprise, neither of those things happen.
The next bit of eye contact that's exchanged between the two of you is awkward. He's still wiping and you're just starring at him as try to figure out what you're supposed to say to him. What exactly was the proper way to react in this situation?
You're too hot to argue, too tired to be disgusted, and fainly aroused since you've always had a mutual attraction for the man that you've been trying to ignore for as long as you've been living with him.
“Sorry,” Toji’s the first to break the ice. “Had this in the bed,” he moves his other hand up and within it is a convienent bottle of lotion. Part of you wanted to laugh at him because of course he has enough junk in his bed to use as a cover up for what he'd really just spilt on you. "Saw some of it got on ya'," he finishes off with a half-apologetic grin on his lips.
You obviously knew that wasn't true since you heard every little detail of what he'd been doing—from spitting into his hand, to thoughtlessly huffing out your name under his breath. Toji wasn't fooling anyone here, but you'd let it slide for now.
“Might wanna change out of these,” he suggests in reference to your shorts, tapping at your butt once he's done wiping you off, “I could lend you somethin’, or—“
“No, it’s fine.” is all you say before you turn your head away.
With no warning, Toji ends up watching how you slide your hands down and swiftly remove your shorts—tossing them off the bed and then laying yourself back down as if to sleep.
He blinks.
Then his eyes unfortunately find themself on your panties because surely you were doing this on purpose now. Coming into his room this late because of the heat, sleeping next to him and nearly rubbing your ass against his body, and now clad in nothing more than a thin shirt and even thinner panties?
If he squinted hard enough at the right angle, he swears he'd catch sight of your pussy.
You heard him scoff behind you, then the weight in the bed shifts around as he decides to pay no mind to your attire this time. He already got off, so naturally there should be no need to go again.
…Even if you're clearly testing his patience.
——
Minutes fly by. Neither of you get a wink of rest.
You're starring blankly at the wall in front of you and Toji's left blindly looking up at the ceiling. Both of you tried to go to sleep, honestly.
But Toji kept adjusting his legs to stop the constant twitching of his cock and you repeatedly rubbed your legs together as if to lightly soothe the ache that'd came about after that whole fiasco of his seed ending up on you.
At this point the only thing occupying Toji's bedroom were two idiots in heat. Whether or not that meant heat in the literal sense or in the physical sense was beyond understanding to either of you.
After thirty minutes of you two staring into space and waiting on the other person to make a move, both of you manage to get some rest.
Though, it doesn't take much longer for you guys to realize that this was the worst possible outcome. Somewhere in your sleeping, your bodies naturally find one another. You'd think that under the hot air some distance would be created, but it seems as though you both had unintentionally different plans.
The next time you wake up, it's to the steady sound of something thumping against your ear. When your eyes flutter open, you're met with a naked chest and the feeling of something weighty wrapped around you.
The weight in question seems to be Toji's arm and the thumping you hear is coming from his beating heart. You lift your head a little to look up at his face and he's already giving you a half-lidded, groggy stare.
“It’s hot as shit in here ‘n you decide to lay on me? You’re tryin’ to kill me.” He mumbles, the very vibration of his deep voice involuntarily causing you to shift against him.
Both of your limbs are already tangled with one another, so the next movement of your body wakes you up fully as your clit presses somewhere up against his thigh.
You try to nudge at him playfully to distract yourself from the sensation that invoked, “No one’s trying to kill you, Toji. Hush.”
None the wiser, your roommate tries lifting his legs to move over a bit and accidentally grinds the firm muscle you'd already been pressed against, into you. You turn your face away just in time to hide the expression that tugs out of you, but fail to swallow down the sound that follows.
“Mmnh,” The sound floats out of you before you can control it.
Then Toji's brows scrunch up—as if he has any room (literally) to be confused, “Fuck was that?”
Your head shakes, “Nothing.”
That singular word flips some type of switch in his head, resulting in that same leg lifting up a few inches in between yours, and simultaneously pushing your body further up against his whilst rubbing between the dampened fabric concealing your core. Your jaw falls open helplessly this time and Toji eyes the way your hand flies down to his chest as if to grab at it.
Technically you were trying to brace yourself, but the breathy bit of air you release along with all the movement makes him cock a brow.
“You sweatin’ down here?” Toji asks bluntly, now dragging his leg back down just to cop a bit of a better feel than the first time.
It would be obvious to anyone with eyes that neither of you were in your right mind at the moment. He was openly teasing you and you weren't shutting it down like you normally do. Perhaps it was the heat or the lack of proper rest under it—but either way—the two of you were clearly falling victim to the same sensations.
Your lashes flutter again and you hunch forward towards him a bit, “That’s not-," his leg adjusts again, the bulky muscle in his thigh flexing, "Toji.”
“What? That’s not what?” He grabs at your chin and tugs your face up to look at him properly, “Talk to me, doll. Tell me what that is I’m feelin’.”
The forced eye contact makes you throb. You suppose right then that the heat had finally gotten to you. Otherwise you wouldn't be feeling the way you do at the moment.
Right?
Your body adjust against him slightly and you fight the urge to let your eyes fall back as pleasure jolts throughout your body from the feel of your clit catching the firm build of his leg. “It’s not sweat, Toji.” You admit honestly.
There's a singular beat of silence that passes, filled only with your hardly discreet way of grinding against his leg, and him aiding you through every faint gyration.
“Mh.” His hum rumbles lowly, “So, you’re horny.”
You drop your face down into his chest out of embarrassment and you playfully smack at him, “Don’t say it like that!”
“Say it like what? It’s true." Toji cocks his head over and watches how your body is betraying your embarrassment. Then he finds himself smirking all over again as he his face back toward you, lips angling to your ear, "Your pussy’s droolin’ all against my thigh right now—should I have said it like that instead?”
You almost moan, “N-No."
“Hah.” Now he's smirking in full force, hands having gone to your sides just to feel your body twitching as they slide lower and lower, “Go ahead ‘n move your hips—rub one out against me, baby.”
There's a groan that snakes out of your throat in response before your hand curls into a frustrated ball against the planes of his abs, “Don’t call me that.”
Toji's hands grip at your hips and his voice seductively caresses itself throughout your eardrums, “Want me to do it for you?" Your head shakes in response to his question and he tuts, "Alright then rub that pussy against me, lemme feel her real good.”
And what more permission did you need?
You pluck your body away from being sandwiched to his, sitting up at some half-angle and let your hips buck forward just once. Toji smiles and wastes not one second in dragging his clammy palm around to properly grope at the fat of your ass.
“Mhm,” he hums encouragingly, to which you let off an airy sound that has his cock aching for attention all over again. “There you go. Keep making yourself feel good, pretty girl.”
“Toji," his name leaves you in something just short of a moan, and it's overtly apparent now that both of you are overcome with a mutual neediness.
His hand squeezes at your ass with each rock 'n shy rut of your hips—guiding you with your steady grinding over his thigh. Then you feel your clit roll at a rather juicy angle, quickly resulting in your upper half flopping back down against Toji.
He feels a hot pant fan out across his chest and he has to bite at his lip again to stop himself from making all kinds of noises. This was everything he'd fantasied about and more if he was being completely honest.
“So fuckin’ sexy,” Toji compliments with a greedy tug of your body, weeping a webby lather of precum from the slit of his cock in reaction to having your tits pressed against his naked skin—your perked nipples rubbing against him in a fashion near to the way your clit traveled his thigh beyond your panties. “My dick’s gonna start hurtin’ if I don’t do something. Can’t keep watching you like this.”
You're the one holding back responses now, instead answering him with a sudden kiss against his left pec. Toji's lips separate and he breathes out something soft once your hand slips down to the waistband of his shabby shorts.
“Can I?” You whisper against his skin, lips smearing.
Toji looks at you like you just asked him the dumbest question in the world. Then he scoffs, “Go ahead.“
You waste no time in dipping your hand beneath the dark fabric to haul his cock free. In your hand is a weight nothing could've prepared you for.
Toji's got a freakishly heavy cock, to say the least. It's massive within your fingers and when you look down at it, you almost moan from the sight alone.
Even though his room was rather dark, there was enough moonlight spilling in from the distant window to have the cum gathered around his plump head glistening. Your thumb pushed up and slipped right against that pretty slit of his, earning a sharp crack in his breathing.
Toji feels your the pad of your thumb applying pressure before he groans. Then you stroke downwards towards his base, feeling the dark, sweaty hairs of surrounding it tickle your skin.
“Shit," You mutter.
He—annoyingly—starts smirking at you again, “Big, ain’t it?”
Your eyes roll, then you turn your head back up to look at him, “Shut up.”
The next few minutes consist of you jerking him off whilst you continue grinding against his leg. Toji mutters filth under his breath that you're too horny to hear, and both of you are now sweating against one another for entirely different reasons.
Toji expects this act to be the very peak of his expectations, but amid your perfected strokes—because fuck if your hand isn't the best thing he's felt around his dick in weeks—your mouth meets his chest again, and he's quickly caught off guard by the way your lips wrap around one of his nipples. Your tongue swirls aimlessly, tugging the bud further past your lips whilst indulging in two other fruitless acts of pleasure simultaneously.
For a while you were convinced that Toji's laziness translated in the bed as well since he damn sure wasn't doing much aside from letting you rub all over him in every available aspect.
That was until he felt your breaths coming in shorter and your hand gripping at his cock a bit tighter to brace yourself for something. It was rather adorable how quickly you tensed up against him as your orgasm approached. All he could do was sit there and swallow down his groans as you gripped his cock and moaned against his nipple, clit throbbing at his thigh and cunt leaking your panties into a soaking mess.
The moment your body starts to convulse and he realizes you're cumming, his hand slides under your panties and he palms the bare skin of your ass before applying a hefty bit of pressure—weighing your body harder down against his thigh so you have no room to run from the orgasm that crashes over you.
Feeling you cum against his leg is easily one of the best feelings in the world in his opinion. He would have the air conditioning broken for months if this would be the result every night.
Not that he tells you this, of course.
As you're panting and trying to steady your breathing, Toji finally decides to stop being lazy and causes your hand to fall away from his length as he suddenly shifts about to push you over.
You land on your back and gasp, blinking rapidly before he's positioning himself above you—cock dangling nastily and sloppily kissing against the skin of your naked thigh. Toji's big arms bracket the sides of you body and you stare up at him innocently, as if you didn't just rub one out on his thigh and leech onto him throughout the entire ordeal.
“What’re you doing?” you ask.
“You want me to fuck you, right?” Toji hums, abruptly hooking an arm under one of your knees and lifting your leg up. Then he's doing the same to your other leg and your breath is tangling around somewhere in your lungs. You're barely given a proper moment to process what's going in before he's dipping down in between your clammy legs as if it's second nature, "Gotta make you cum for me first."
"But I just—"
"Nah," Toji's smiles once he's got a face full of your pussy in front of him—your flimsy panties the only thing between his starving mouth and what was about to serve as a refreshment for him, "Not like that. On my tongue."
That's the only warning he gives you before diving in.
It should've been too hot for half of the things you two had done so far and yet here you were anyway—letting him grind the entirety of his mouth against the gorgeously swollen mound of your pussy, his teeth baring out to tug your panties over to the side so he could properly suction his lips to you. Your underwear is kept to the side by a singular thumb that he angles over, and his mouth is nothing short of disgusting against you.
In fact, the entire lower half of his face is nasty when met with your pussy. The tip of his nose nuzzles against your frazzled clit, and his lips motion outwardly before he sucks the slick out from in between your folds—tongue coming through to lap at it as if rewarded. When he groans, you feel the sound thunder against the entire lower half of your body.
Toji's busy going to town until you both are a mess of mixed sweat and pleasureful tears. Your hand found his hair somewhere in between his long tongue curving up inside you, and since then you've been grinding upwards against him, practically riding his face whilst he fucked you right back down into the matress with his mouth alone.
The same mattress of which rocked with both of your combined movements. The volume of your moaning and his groaning was surely enough to earn a noise complaint from a nearby neighbor the following morning but obviously neither of you cared.
Between Toji's tongue and the heat that continued to make you sweat into his sheets at a ridiculous rate, your next orgasm comes far heavier than the first one had. So much so that you were squirming all against your roommate, trying to push at his head as if you didn't want to cum—your poor mind scrambled from everything that'd taken place thus far.
It's not until after you spill something weepy into his mouth that he peels his mouth off of you and wipes at his mouth, licking the remnants that smear across his hand immediately after.
Yet even then Toji doesn't give you much time to recover. If anything, he gives you no time to recover whatsoever.
Your eyes are still stinging from prickly tears of pleasure, and as you're blinking them away, you catch sight of him crawling his way back up over you. Next thing you know and his mouth meets yours in a singular, haphazard kiss that consists of a slanted tongue sloppily breaking past your lips and a groan pouring into your opened mouth.
Then his cock slips against your exposed folds, a thumping vein felt mapping the outskirts of your sensitive clit before he angles one hand down to grip his base. Your body latches onto his all over again, arms wrapping around his neck despite the sweat on your skin making the both of you slip 'n slide against one another.
Toji smiles into his next set of smooches, trailing his kisses down to your jaw, and eventually the warm side of your neck before feeling you roll your body upwards—cunt kissing the head of his dick as he slides it downwards in one heavy motion.
“Awh, look at you grindin’ on my tip like that. You want this fat cock inside you, huh?” His voice slathers itself into your skin and it's making you impossibly hotter underneath him, but you couldn't be bothered with it right now. Which is exactly why you nod in response, and he leans up a little to look you in the eyes whilst releasing his length from his grip, “Yeahh? Here, take it then—let me see you put it in.”
No seconds are wasted as you dip your hand down and comfortably wrap your fingers around him, giving him a couple tugs that he can't help but glance down at. Toji eventually obeys your short tugs 'n pulls by letting his body follow the motion until his tip is getting snagged by your goopy entrance—globs of slick sobbing all over his first few pudgy inches.
The very moment he starts sliding into you, you're whining and he's left moaning above you.
“Ohmygodd,” His dick easily stretches you out a bit more than you were expecting it to, the sheer girth of him jerking a gaspy little call of his name out of your lungs, “Toji-, Toji!”
“What, what? What’s wrong?” He pauses rather quickly to ensure he's not hurting you or something, hardly even halfway inside you and staring down at your twisting face with worried eyes.
You’re panting, nails having moved to dig into his arms already, “You’re too fuckin’ big.”
That makes Toji grin before he huffs, “No such thing.” and pulls back to spank your cunt with the weight of his cock a couple times. He only tops to spit at his four fingers before smacking you with his dick again, inching in afterwards and reassuring you with a rather gently murmured, “She can take me.”
Your head shakes but there’s an eager glimmer in your eye whilst you whisper back to him warningly, “Just… go slow.”
“Mmmh, I’ll try,” He tells you before leaning down to kiss your cheek and whispering, “Just for you.”
Then he's nudging his way into you—inch by inch until his chubby balls are left flush against your sweat-glossed skin and his tip is bumping against your hilt.
He looks down and sees his cock bulging against your skin. Then he thumbs at your clit and tutts—popping a pout at how puffy your pussy lips are around his dick already. “Look at that slutty pussy—she knows how to take cock juuuust fine.”
Your walls constrict around him just once and the next thing you know, Toji's rocking himself in 'n out of you perfectly. Your insides seem to mold to the shape of him in a matter of minutes, getting used to his wide size and taking him in deeper as he moves along.
The sounds of sex practically cloud the room, his cock fucking into you faster than you can keep up with and your mushy walls sucking him in farther than he can comprehend. Sweat drips off of his body and onto your and the both of you are an utter mess of one another.
Every now and then he'd lean down to kiss you but the gesture always comes shabbier than the last, lips maligning across one another whilst warm saliva is exchanged and left across both of your faces.
Your hand makes the mistake of moving to his lower abdomen and pushing at his body just a few seconds after he starts fucking you down into the mattress—the bed rocking and shaking beneath your bodies—and Toji seems ticked off for half a second.
Then he nods his chin at your wrist, "Move your fuckin' hand and feel it, feel that dick inside you. Stretchin' you out real good."
He's not entirely sure if it's his words or the way he starts plowing forward even faster, but the slippery squelches one of those invokes from you most certainly is not something he imagines. Then your moans increase in volume and Toji figures he doesn't need a neighbor scolding the two of you for this tomorrow so he brings a hand up to your chin and then props his thumb up to your bottom lip.
“Open up, doll.” He orders plainly, to which you take his finger in without him even having to ask. Toji smiles at the sight, “Atta girllll, now suck on it.”
You do exactly that for him, the action suppressing how loud your moans are for a while until his cock knocks across your cervix and leads you to bite down on his thumb. The sensation is sudden and sharp, which nearly makes Toji's eyes cross for a moment.
Words couldn't describe what that little bit of pain did to him, honestly. All you both know is that within the next few seconds, something creamy is flooding your insides and making you two many degrees hotter than you'd been earlier.
Your brains turn off in sync after that and he's just thrusting mindlessly for another minute or two, as if to make sure he's properly bred you or something. Then his fingers move to the side of your neck and his thumb slides out of your mouth—leaving a thin trail of saliva in its wake—and his entire hand goes off to cradle the back of your head.
You gasp once Toji lifts you up from the bed in one, freakishly strong tug, still humping his dick into you slightly before your mouths collide somewhere in the air. You're hauled all the way up until he's sitting back on his heels and you're appropriately sat on top of him. Both of your arms and hands are everywhere on each other's body, and it feels like something utterly depraved as taken over.
The kisses you share is a slop of tugged lips and sucked tongues, mingled with breathy moans and murmurs of your names until his hands find the underside of your thighs and move to bounce you up and down on his cock.
A whine is punctured directly out of you as you're lifted, gravity aiding Toji in plopping you right back down onto his cum-smothered base. Then his mouth finds one of your tits and he's drooling all over you.
You thought you were unsure of what had gotten into you but apparently Toji was far worse off. It's like the heat of the room was of no concern anymore. The only thing that mattered to him was having your body be thoroughly appreciated by every part of him he had to offer.
He's even mumbling into you while his tongue swirls around your nipple, “So fuckin’ hot it here,” he puffs, “Making me lose my goddamn mind—fuckin’ you like this. Hahhh.”
You're babbling nonsense with your arms wrapped around hims head, “Tojiiii-, aanh! You feel s-so good inside me.”
Which, makes him feel all proud inside for the nth time tonight, “I know I do." His hands grasp at the thick of your hips again and he squeezes your skin just once before moving you vertically around the sticky inches of his length, “Feel good when I bounce you up ‘n down my dick like this too?”
You’re nodding stupidly. Then his hands find your asscheeks and he's groping you the way he's always wanted to.
Plap after plap after plap bounces against the walls and his cum has evenly started to leak down against his balls and drip onto his sheets—which were already a mess to begin with.
Then his head flies back and his hair is sticking to his skin due to sweat, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum again." He warns, tipping his chin down a moment to meet eyes with you, "You ready for it, doll? Hm? Gonna fuck it into you.”
He earns another dumb nod of your head as you press into him. Whimpering, “Fill me up, Toji. Pleeease?"
The next and final load that he shoots into you comes in uneven bursts, painting your walls in a sluggish fashion before both of your bodies go still against one another. Well, safe for you shuddering as you release right along with him.
You're still hugging his head and he's still got his arms wrapped tightly around you but that only lasts for a few seconds before both of you feel another wave of heat draft over you. Then, for the first time in forever, you're remind of how you ended up in his room to begin with.
Toji lifts his head up to kiss your shoulder, “I uh-, fuck." He snorts into your skin—regretting it directly after since the sweat on both of your skin is beginning to make your bodies feel glued to one another, "I would’ve put on a condom but uhm… s’too hot for that.”
You scoff at him, “Liar, you ran out of condoms three weeks ago.”
“Yeah, you’re right.” He mumbles back.
Then he realizes there's no way you'd know that unless you were just as much of a disgusting pervert as he was and had been tracking the number of condoms he had in the same way he'd been tracking how many pairs of panties you'd allowed to go missing over the past month.
Pulling away from your shoulder and blinking, “Wait a damn minute.”
“softenin' it,” your husband replied, his voice completely deadpan. he didn’t look up, his face carved into an expression of such absolute, scholarly focus you might have thought he was doing open-heart surgery rather than kneading your ass.
you’d been trying to get some rare peace and quiet, lying face down on the bed half-asleep, when the attack started. toji had the massive, beefy build of a pro athlete, a guy made wholly of dense muscle who had absolutely zero concept of "personal space"
yet, for the last ten minutes, those huge, scarred hands—hands that literally killed people for a living?—had been thoroughly squashing and massaging your ass with the obsessive devotion of a baker molding a piece of sourdough.
“softening it?” you repeated, the mere insanity of it wiping away the last of your drowsiness. “toji, it’s an ass, not a cheap steak. you’ve been doing this for ten minutes. let go.”
he was lying on his stomach right next to your thighs, his nose hovering close over your asscheeks. feeling suddenly frustrated, you planted your forearms on the sheets, trying to crawl away from... whatever he was doing.
and you couldn't even make it an inch.
a heavy, coarse palm slapped down on the small of your back, securing you to the mattress like a literal ton of bricks. when you twisted your neck to glare at him, you see that his stunning profile was pulled into a focused, childish pout. his emerald eyes stayed glued to his work while his other hand went right back to its aggressive squeezing, paying no attention to your feeble protests.
“keep still,” he grumbled, voice getting petulant like a boy refused candy “you’re messin' up the texture.”
“the texture?” a sudden rush of heat hit your cheeks—the result of your annoyance and being vividly aware of how his face was glued to your backside. “i am trying to sleep, you psycho. your hands feel like sandpaper.”
“then don't move and it won't scratch,” he reasoned in a plain tone as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
and yet, there was something weirdly mesmerizing about how engaged he was. he looked almost peaceful sitting there, if you ignored the thick fingers poking at your crack.
finally comprehending it was useless to fight a fatty bitch with two hundred pounds on his body, you collapsed face-first into the pillow, letting out a defeated groan.
“...if i see any bruises, you're gonna pay for it.”
that lazy, almost boyish grin finally shattered his straight face. toji didn't bother lifting his chest or moving back. he just rested his heavy jaw in his free hand, watching your clothed butt devotedly.
“can’t charge a guy who's broke,” he reminded, his deft fingers continuing their task. “now shut it. 'm not done tenderizing.”
᭡୧ tinder match!toji.. is much more perverted than you think
cw, ( sizekink, agegap, pervy toji, praising.. )
toji’s tall frame folds over you completely on the hotel bed, his broad chest pressing flush to your back as he sinks in another inch, thick cock splitting you open so slow and deliberate you feel every vein dragging along your walls.
he’s bigger than you imagined from the pictures, older and solid in that quiet unholy way, shoulders wide enough to block out the lamp light while his hips rock forward and stuff you full until your belly feels tight with him.
“fuck, you’re tiny,” he mutters against the back of your neck, voice low and rough like he’s been thinking about this for weeks.
one of his huge hands splays across your lower back, pinning you down while the other grips your hip, fingers digging in just enough to remind you how easily he could hold you still. you’re dripping already, slick coating his shaft and running down your thighs every time he pulls back and pushes in deeper, the wet sound of it loud in the quiet room.
he’s not rushing. toji fucks like he’s got all night, like he wants you to feel exactly how much bigger he is, how his cock stretches you to the limit until your pussy flutters around him helplessly.
your face is buried in the pillow, ass up, back arched under his weight, and he just keeps grinding in slow circles, letting you adjust before he drags out and slams back home. the slap of skin on skin fills the space between your shaky breaths, his heavy balls pressing against you every time he bottoms out.
“that’s it, sweetheart,” he breathes, lips brushing your ear as he leans down heavier, cock buried to the hilt.
“taking me so well. knew you would the second i saw how pretty and good you looked in those pictures, my good girl.” his hand slides up your side, palm huge against your ribs, thumb stroking just under the curve of your breast while he starts fucking you harder, deeper, the bed creaking under the steady rhythm.
you moan into the sheets, fingers twisting in them as he hits that spot inside you over and over, making your thighs shake. he’s so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach, stretching you wide and full in a way no one else ever has, and the size difference only makes it hotter. his body completely covers yours, muscled arms braced on either side of your head, sweat slicking his chest where it slides against your back.
toji groans low when you clench around him, hips snapping forward sharper now, chasing that tight heat. “such a good girl,” he praises, voice wrecked, free hand slipping between your legs to rub slow circles over your clit. “come on. want to feel this little pussy come all over my cock. been thinking about ruining you since you sent that first message.”
your orgasm hits hard, sudden, walls pulsing tight around his thick length as you cry out into the pillow. he doesn’t stop, just fucks you through it, slower but deeper, drawing it out until you’re trembling under him. only then does he let himself go, burying himself to the base and staying there while he comes, hot and thick, filling you so full it leaks out around him when he finally shifts.
he stays draped over you for a long moment, breathing hard against your shoulder, cock still twitching inside you. “we’re not done yet,” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your skin. “not until i’ve had you every way that pretty body can take me.”
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.
of all the degenerate kinks you’ve discovered in toji, you had never—not once—imagined a praise kink would be among them.
it only surfaces in missionary. huge, beefy forearms braced on either side of your head, his weight bearing down, forcing you into direct eye contact. an setup that is, by itself, a dangerous provocation for your pretty, expressive face and complete lack of filter have always had a way of pushing him a little feral.
most of the time, he feigns indifference to your rambling accolades of “haah- you feel so good,” “ohmygod, you’re s-so big-”—are nothing he hasn’t heard before. the distinction, of course, is that it’s your voice, not just any previous one-night-stand or sugar mommy. toji can still tolerate it, more or less, provided he turns his face away during these moments.
unfortunately for him, the evidence is blatant: the slow crimson bloom creeping up his ear and neck, the pale scar that bisects his lip twitching… and the telltale twitch of his dick inside you.
but its the “ngahh toji—oh iloveyou i love you!!” that serves as the final nail in his coffin. he spills with humiliating haste, a shuddering groan torn straight from his chest as he comes hard. a thick pulse of cum filling you up. proof of exactly how badly your words fuck him up.
all because you told him you loved him.
afterward he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder like he can hide there, hips still moving with renewed, almost vindictive force. as if he can’t decide whether to fuck you into silence or force you to keep talking.
☆. neighbour toji! can’t stop thinking about that puss !
cw: perv neighbour toji, creampie. mdni 18+
you’ve been living next door to toji for a couple months now. tall dude, always in those tight black shirts that show off his scars and muscles, always smirking like he knows something you don’t. you catch yourself staring at him every time he’s out on the balcony smoking or carrying groceries like they weigh nothing.
one night you were home alone, touching yourself and moaning a little louder than usual. you thought the walls were thick enough. they weren’t. toji heard every bit of it.
from then on, he couldn’t get you out of his head. the soft, breathless sounds you made, the way you probably looked spread out on your sheets. he started finding excuses to talk to you in the hallway, his lazy, knowing eyes dragging down your body whenever you met.
and turns out, you wanted him just as bad.
it finally happens on a random thursday night. you’re coming back with takeout and there he is, leaning against his doorframe like he’s been waiting hours just for you.
“heard you again last night, sugar,” he drawls, voice low and thick with teasing. no shame at all.
your face gets hot, but you don’t back down. instead, you bite your lip and look him straight in the eyes. “yeah? and what did you do about it?”
toji chuckles, a deep, rough sound that sends a shiver straight down your spine. “now, ain’t that a sweet invitation.”
before you can even blink, he pulls you inside his apartment. the door barely clicks shut before his big, calloused hands grab your waist, dragging you flat against him. his mouth is on yours immediately oh he sure is hungry, like he’s tired of waiting. you tug at his shirt, feeling the hard, unyielding muscle underneath, but he just pinches your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look up into his dark, amused eyes.
“been wanting you since i first heard you whimpering through the drywall,” he murmurs against your lips, his hot breath making your knees weak. “all shaking now? like a leaf? you knew exactly what you were getting into.”
you laugh a little, breathless and tense with anticipation. “i wasn’t whimpering.”
“oh doll you will be,” he promises, his smirk deepening.
he doesn’t rush a single thing. he carries you to the couch, but instead of just letting you have it, he takes his sweet time, pinning your wrists and letting his weight rest over you. his thumb slowly brushes over your bottom lip, deliberately making you wait, making you squirm under his heavy gaze.
“look at you, all flustered, not knowing what to do with yourself,” he coos, clearly loving the control he has over you. “i could make you beg real pretty right now. but i like watching you hold back.”
“toji… please,” you whimper softly, your body aching for his touch.
“there it is,” he chuckles, the sound low and knowing.
he finally slides your clothes off, his touch featherlight against your thighs, contrasting the sheer, heavy size of him. when he pushes your legs apart, his mouth is on you before you can even catch your breath. you grab his hair, hips lifting off the cushions while he ruins you, his tongue slow and deliberate until you’re completely undone, crying out loud into the quiet room. he just grins against your skin, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he flips you over.
“ass up, doll. let me see how much you want it.”
he drives into you hard. deep, heavy strokes that make you moan loud enough for the whole building to hear this time. one hand grips your hip to hold you still, while the other tangles in your hair, pulling just enough to keep you looking back at him. every single thrust is greedy, a constant reminder of how much power he has over your body right now.
“oh shit,” he groans, his pace getting rougher, more demanding. “gonna make me finish inside you if you keep squeezing me like that.”
“t-ji… fuck, please d-dont stop—i’m fuck…i’m close…” you push back against him, completely desperate for more. toji lets out a low, gritty laugh, spankin’ you once just to hear you gasp, and then he’s driving faster, burying himself as deep as he can go. when you cum again, your walls clenching around him, it completely breaks his restraint. he follows you right over the edge, groaning your name as he finishes inside you.
afterward, you’re both sweaty and tangled up on his couch. he lights a cigarette, his heavy arm slung around your shoulder, pulling you close like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
he takes a drag, his smirk widening as he looks down at you. “ain’t no rush, darlin’... we got all night.”
