you insisted on going to the horror movie night with your new boyfriend, sukuna, after overhearing his idiot frat brothers whispering about you.
“she’s really soft.”
“i've never seen ryo with a girl like her.”
“watch her piss herself at the first jumpscare.”
laughter all around.
and maybe it was stupid, but you wanted to prove them wrong. prove you could handle the same things as the girls he usually kept around. cool girls. confident girls. mature girls who didn’t cling to their boyfriend’s sleeve every five minutes.
so you sat beside sukuna and in that freezing theater, chin lifted stubbornly, pretending your stomach wasn’t already twisting from the opening music alone.
for the first thirty minutes, you held it together.
barely.
you got by closing your eyes at the scarier parts and subtly whispering to sukuna to tell you when it was over.
then the movie hit you with the most horrific, satan-spawned jumpscare imaginable.
you shrieked so loud the entire row flinched.
your hand jerked violently.
and your ice cream launched directly into satoru gojo's face.
silence.
then satoru yelling, “WHAT THE HELLY?”
suguru and toji snickered.
and suddenly you were crying.
partly because you’d just assaulted sukuna's friend with matcha soft serve after you'd spent a whole minute outside the theatre convincing all of them you weren't scared in the slightest before you'd gone in.
partly because that was some really good ice cream you'd just wasted.
partly because everyone was staring.
but mostly because that movie was fucking terrifying.
sukuna immediately grabbed your wrist and stood up. “aight, we’re leaving.”
you hid your face in his arm while his friends snickered behind you. humiliation burned hot in your chest as he guided you out of the theater, your legs still shaky.
outside, the cold night air hit your cheeks.
“sorry…” you mumbled miserably.
sukuna snorted. “it's fine, baby. gojo deserved it, he was being an asshole."
you whined, covering your face. "i wasn't talking about that!"
he laughed under his breath, but there wasn’t an ounce of cruelty in it. just amusement. then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, “i’ll take you home, yeah?”
you sniffled and nodded. “that was scary.”
“i know, babe. i'm sorry,” he opened the passenger door for you, buckling your seatbelt himself with surprising gentleness. “should’ve known that shit would freak you out.”
“it was my idea…” you hiccuped.
“i still shoulda said no.” he shut the door and rounded the hood of the car.
the few seconds you sat alone were awful. your eyes immediately darted to the rearview mirror. the backseat looked way too dark. you stared at it, fully convinced some horrifying demon woman was about to crawl over the seats and kill you.
the driver door opened and sukuna slid in and caught you staring.
“…you looking at your little friend back there?”
you gasped, “kuna, don’t SAY that!”
he barked out a laugh while starting the engine. “you want another ice cream?”
your watery eyes widened hopefully. “…yeah.”
“thought so.”
by the time you reached your apartment complex, you were clutching a drive-thru soft serve with both hands while sukuna walked beside you toward your door.
you were finally calm again.
until he kissed your forehead, patted your ass lightly, and turned away. “see you tomorrow, babe.”
terror immediately flooded your face. you grabbed his arm so fast he almost stumbled back.
he looked down at you with a blink. then sighed. “…should’ve expected that.”
your eyes welled up again. “y-you’re leaving?”
“nah.” he unlocked your apartment and walked in beside you. “just wanted to see your face.” sukuna lied smoothly.
you blinked. “…oh.”
“cute reaction though.”
you huffed at him before setting your ice cream on the counter. “um… i need to pee.”
“okay?” he said, lifting a questioning brow, not quite sure what this has to do with him.
you awkwardly twisted your fingers together before looking up at him nervously.
a beat passed.
then sukuna sighed the sigh of a man accepting his fate.
a minute later, he was inside your bathroom aggressively yanking the shower curtain open .checking the cabinets. looking behind the door.
“there.” he deadpanned. “no demons.”
you stood in the doorway anxiously. “is it safe?”
“yes.”
“…promise?”
“baby, if something attacks you while you piss, i’ll personally beat its ass.”
you considered that seriously.
“…okay.”
you stepped inside cautiously.
“stand by the door.”
“stand by the—” he repeated in disbelief, before he stopped himself with a long exhale. “fine.”
“and turn around.”
“baby, i’ve literally seen you naked—”
“TURN AROUND.”
“bossy as hell,” he muttered, turning around anyway.
“and cover your ears.”
he stared at you over his shoulder in disbelief. “why?”
"i don't want you hearing me pee!"
sukuna sighed slowly. then lifted two resigned hands to his ears.
“not all the way though,” you continued nervously, “or you won’t hear me scream.”
sukuna closed his eyes and covered his ears, “that all, princess?”
“mhm!” you chirped brightly, kissing his cheek. “thanks honey. you’re sooo brave.”
he looked up at the ceiling like he was asking the universe for strength.
"babyyy...." satoru whines, placing himself ontop of you as you lay lazily on the cold sheets, his hand rubbing soft circles against your thigh. "do you.. know what i'm thinking about right now?"
you groan as he tries convincing you with those puppy eyes of his — ofcourse he's horny again. too much sex, too much! your pussy's getting destroyed, can it take a break for just 5 days before it gets wrecked by that impatient man again!?
"no!! the game was to have absolutely zero sex until the-"
and, before you could finish your sentence, he suddenly sits you up and glares at you with those needy eyes of his again, his hands tightly gripping your shoulder.
"you'll be the death of me!" you laugh, playfully ruffling his white hair.
without saying anything, he gets on your lap — exposing the throbbing strain on his poor pants. another trick of his, hm? well, too bad it won't work on you.. right?
".. love, not now, " you sighed. yet, your cunt was totally defying your words.
and worst of all, satoru knew it was working. it didn't take him long before he continued on with his plan, now sucking the life out of the crook of your neck. his hands clenched your back, caressing every single spot that felt even just a tiny bit sensitive while his teeth were planted into you, his tongue swirling all over the bite marks.
"please, baby," he mumbled, his face still sunken deep inside your neck. " i wanna feel you.. how come you look so fuckin beautiful today!?"
you grinned for a moment, pulling him up by the collar just to see his red face full with desires. "you big baby. earn it if you want it!" you giggled, jumping out the bed and running away from his hold.
"h-hey, no fair!!" he croaked, his crotch still visibly damped. "i know you want it too!!"
by the second, his sexual frustration was building up and up. he was ready to pull his dick off from how much it was killing him. but fine, if you want to play this game. let's see how long you really can hold up!
Back from college and staying with your dad in his shitty apartment complex, the older man... your neighbor next door has been noticing you, just as you have?
ಇ.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: non canon au :: reader is implied to be thicc :: age gaps - (reader is 19-20, Toji is in his Mid 30s) :: older neighbour trope :: touching through clothes :: kissing :: oral f.rec :: pussyjobs :: multi-gasms :: p in v :: spitting :: different sex positions? :: anal play - (thumb) :: c-pied :: description's of sex and anatomy was meant to be more on the 'graphic side' ::
The back porch of apartment 07 was nothing special — just cracked concrete painted a faded green years ago, a single wobbly plastic chair, and a rusted railing that overlooked the narrow strip of shared yard nobody ever used. Summer heat clung to everything like wet cotton, thick and slow even now that the sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky bruised purple.
You’d been inside all day, scrolling on your phone until your eyes ached, hoodie zipped halfway over a thin tank top because the AC was barely spitting cool air anymore. Shorts riding up high on your thighs, the soft cotton clinging where sweat had gathered at the crease of your hips.
Ninety degrees and no breeze, so you finally gave up and dragged yourself outside to sprawl on the single step, legs stretched long, bare feet dangling over the edge.
That’s when you saw him.
Toji Fushiguro, in apartment 08, right next door, he stepped out the side door with a black garbage bag in one scarred hand, in the same tight black t-shirt you’d seen him in a dozen times before, sleeves stretched tight around thick biceps, fabric clinging to the hard planes of his chest and stomach like it was painted on. Dark sweatpants slung low on narrow hips, the waistband showing a thin strip of tanned skin when he moved.
That scar sliced the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly when his lips twitched like he was always half a second from smirking at something only he found funny and black hair messy, damp at the temples from the heat or maybe from whatever he’d been doing inside his own place all day.
He didn’t look your way at first, he just hefts the bag into the big metal bin with one easy toss, muscles rolling under tanned skin, then wipes his forearm across his brow.
You should’ve looked away, should’ve pretended to stare at the sky or your chipped nail polish or literally anything else, but your eyes stayed glued, tracing the way his shoulders flexed when he turned, the slow roll of his neck as he cracked it side to side and maybe he felt it, because those sharp green eyes finally flicked over.
Eyes locking on yours.
Your stomach does a nasty, liquid flip. Not fear, exactly. Something hotter. Hungrier. You feel suddenly very aware of how your shorts are bunched high on your ass, how the hoodie’s ridden up to show the dip of your spine, how your thighs are parted just enough that if he looked lower he’d see the soft inner curve where skin meets cotton.
He didn’t smile, didn’t wave. Just stood there with one big hand still resting on the bin lid, staring like he had all night to decide what he wanted to do about the pretty little thing next door finally looking back.
Then he starts walking.
Not toward his apartment, towards you.
Each step, heavy. Bare feet on gravel and the closer he gets the more details you take in, faint sheen of sweat on his throat, the way veins stand out along his forearms and he stops at the edge of your porch slab, one foot planted on the rickety porch so he’s towering without even trying.
For a second the world narrows to just that look; heavy and unreadable, dragging down the length of your sprawled body like he was cataloging every inch. The hoodie half-open so the thin tank underneath showed the soft dip between your breasts, nipples pebbled from the sudden shift in temperature and maybe something else, your shorts bunched high enough that the plump curve where thigh met hip was on full display, cotton stretched tight across your mound.
You felt the fabric pull snug there, outlining the soft curve of your pussy in a way that made heat crawl up your neck, shifting your thighs together instinctively — only making it worse. A tiny damp spot had already started blooming at the crotch from hours of lazy daydreams and the sticky summer air.
You swallow. Throat dry. “Hi,” it comes out smaller than you meant.
Toji’s scarred mouth twitches barely. “Hey.”
Voice low and rough around the edges like gravel dragged over velvet. One word and it already felt like he’d put his palm flat on your sternum and pressed.
You sat up a little straighter, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. “You’re… Toji, right? My dad said you’re the quiet one.”
He huffed through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh you’d ever heard from him. “Yeah. That’s me.” He took one slow step closer. “And you’re the kid who’s been runnin’ around in those little shorts all summer.”
Your breath hitched, you're not a kid. Not really, but the way he said it with that lazy drawl, his eyes dropping to where your thighs are pressed together, made your clit throb under the cotton like he’d reached out and thumbed it.
“I’m not a kid,” you mumbled, cheeks burning. “I’m nineteen, almost twenty.”
Toji’s brows lifted just a fraction. “Almost twenty,” he echoed, like he was tasting the words. Another step forward, now he was close enough you could smell him; clean sweat, faint soap, something darker underneath like motor oil and cedar. “Old enough to know better than to sit out here lookin’ like that when it’s just you and me.”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to play it cool, tugging the hem of your hoodie down like it would hide anything. “It’s hot. I just wanted air.”
“Mm.” His gaze slid lower again, shamelessly, lingering on the visible outline of your pussy lips printed through the thin shorts, plump, puffy, already so swollen from nothing but his proximity. “Looks like you’re feelin’ more than just the heat, sweetheart.”
The pet name landed like a spark on dry grass, and you squeezed your thighs tighter, but that only made the damp cotton drag against your slick folds. A tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out before you could catch it.
Toji’s eyes darkened. He crouched slowly, his big body folding with surprising grace, until he was eye-level with you on the step. Forearms resting on spread thighs, scarred hands dangling loose between his knees. So close you can see the faint sheen of sweat on his collarbone, the way his happy trail disappears under the waistband, dark and tempting.
He tilts his head, just enough that the dying sunlight cuts across the sharp line of his jaw. Moss-green eyes drag from your bare legs up up up- slowly and unapologetic. Lingers on the bare strip of stomach where your hoodie’s rucked up. On the way your shorts cling to the plump curve of your ass, aaaaall the way up to your face like he’s cataloguing every inch he’s already seen a hundred times through cracked blinds.
“Been seein’ you around,” he says. Voice quieter now and allmost intimate. “You live next door, right? Your old man’s girl.”
Not a question again.
You nod anyway. Tongue feeling too big in your mouth.
“Yeah. I’m… back for summer break.”
He hums, deep in his chest. The sound vibrates through the humid air straight into your bones.
“Didn’t figure you’d be out here lookin’ like that,” his eyes glance to your lips then back up to your eyes, “always out this late too huh, doll?”
You blink. “...You noticed?”
Another almost-laugh. “Hard not to.”
Heat floods your cheeks. You’re suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin. The way your nipples have pebbled against the thin hoodie fabric from the slight breeze or maybe just from him looking at you like that.
“You been watchin’ me too, huh?” he murmurs. Voice softer than you expect. Almost gentle. “Every time you come out here. Corner store. Back porch. Thought I didn’t notice?”
Your lips parted, no sound comes out at first. Then, barely a whisper, “I… I thought you didn’t.”
“Wrong.” One big hand lifts slow, carefully and the rough pad of his thumb brushes the edge of your hoodie sleeve where it had slipped down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupts across everywhere he almost touches. “Been noticin’ you since the first day you walked by in those jeans. Ass hugged so tight I could see the outline of your panties. Thought about bendin’ you over the railing right then.”
Heat floods between your thighs so fast your vision blurs and you can feel yourself leaking now, slow, syrupy slick soaking through your cotton panties, darkening the crotch of your shorts in an obvious little patch. His eyes drops to it immediately.
“Fuck,” he breathes, almost laboured. “Look at that. Sweet little pussy already cryin’ for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
You whimper again, louder this time, hips shifting forward on instinct, chasing nothing.
“You alone tonight?” he asks. Casually, like he’s asking about the weather.
You nod, throat dry. “Dad’s working late again, always is.”
Toji hums, low in his chest. The sound vibrates through the air into your palms.
He reaches out, slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted.
You don’t.
Thick fingers catch the hem of your hoodie where it’s ridden up over your hip and he doesn’t pull it down. Just tugs it a little higher, exposing another inch of soft skin. His thumb brushes the edge of your shorts, barely a graze, but it feels like he’s touching you somewhere much more intimate.
“These are reaaaaal short,” he drawls. Voice gone darker. “You always walk around in shit like this?”
Your heart slams against your ribs. “Sometimes.”
He exhales through his nose, almost a growl.
“Careful, sweetheart.” His thumb presses just barely into the crease where thigh meets ass. “Lots of eyes around here.”
You’re trembling now and its not from fear, its from the sudden, vicious ache blooming low in your belly. Your thighs press together on instinct and he notices. Of course he does.
Toji’s eyes flick down to where your legs squeeze, then back up to your face, that smirk of his deepens.
“You scared of me?” he asks softly, almost sweet — if sweet could be laced with this much danger.
You shake your head, barely.
“Liar,” he says but he sounds pleased.
His hand slides higher, his fingers splaying wide across the small of your back, his palm is hot and rough as calluses drag against your skin like a promise. He doesn’t push you down. Doesn’t need to, you’re already melting into the floor boards, arching just enough that your ass lifts a fraction — offering.
He groans quietly and guttural, the first real crack in that cool exterior.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath. “You’re trouble.”
You lick your lips, voice barely there. “You gonna do something about it?”
His eyes snap to yours. Dark, predatory.
For one endless second neither of you moves.
Your breath hitches when his gaze drops again — straight to the damp patch you know is starting to show. The cotton’s darker there now, clinging, outlining the plump shape of your pussy lips so clearly it’s obscene. You’re soaked, have been since you noticed him watching. And he can fucking see it.
“Pretty little thing like you,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something dangerous-soft, “sittin’ out here all needy. Drippin’ through your shorts for the old man next door.”
Your mouth falls open on a shaky gasp. No denial. No lie. Just liquid heat, shameful heat — flooding between your legs at his words.
Toji’s eyes darken and hooks one thick finger under the hem of your shorts. Doesn’t pull them down. Just lifts the fabric the tiniest bit, letting it snap back against the crease of your thigh with a soft thwack.
“Bet these panties are fuckin’ ruined,” he says, almost conversationally. “All wet and clingy, pushin’ up against the seam, yeah?”
You whimper high and helpless, hips shifting forward before you can stop them.
He chuckles, low and mean. “Knew it.”
Toji’s hand moves again, this time cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking slow along your jaw. Calluses rough against your soft skin. “Pretty thing,” he murmured. “So shy. So needy. Bet you’ve been touchin’ yourself thinkin’ about the mean neighbour next door, huh? Imaginin’ what these hands would feel like spreadin’ you open.”
Your head tipped into his palm. Eyes fluttering. “Y-yes…”
“Good girl.” Praise hits like honey dripping down your spine. He leaned in closer — close enough his breath fanned your glossed lips. “Gonna kiss you now. Wanna taste how sweet that pouty mouth is before I ruin the rest of you.”
You nodded with frantic little jerks of your head.
Then his mouth is on yours.
Soft at first, just the brush of scarred lips over your glossy ones, tasting artificial cherry and nervous salt. He groaned low in his throat the second your mouths connect, like he’d been starving for it, his big hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants so he could lick slow into the seam of your lips.
You opened for him instantly. Tongue shy and tentative, his is thicker, hotter, curling against yours with lazy confidence. He kisses like he had nowhere else to be, like he could spend hours just licking into your mouth, swallowing every tiny whimper you give him.
“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbles against your lips between slow, wet kisses. “Taste like summer, like you’ve been waitin’ for this.”
His other hand finds your thigh, palming the plush inner meat, squeezing gently, thumb stroking higher and higher until it grazes the damp edge of your shorts, not pushing inside. Just petting. Soothing. Praising.
“Doin’ so good for me already,” he whispers, nipping your bottom lip. “Letting me kiss you like this. Letting me feel how wet you are just from my mouth. Such a good girl f'me already.”
You moan into his kiss loud and needy — hips canting up so his thumb presses firmer against the soaked outline of your pussy. He growls softly, rewarding you with another deep, filthy lick into your mouth.
The kiss turns hungrier. Wetter. His tongue fucks slow and deliberately into yours while his hand kneads your thigh, inching closer to where you ache most — never quite touching your clit, just circling, teasing, making you drip more and more until the cotton’s clinging transparently to every swollen fold.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath ragged, green eyes blown black with want.
“Tell me you want more,” he raspes. Voice wrecked. “Tell me you want my hands on you. My mouth. Everything.”
Your lips trembles, gloss smeared and eyes glassy.
“I want it,” you breathe. “Want you…please, Toji…”
He smiled then slowly, gaze darkening but still so gentle when his thumb brushes your cheek again.
“Good girl,” he purred.
And then he kissed you deeper — claiming, devouring, promising every filthy thing he's about to do to you next.
His mouth is still on yours hot, slow and filthy in the best way. Tongue sliding deep, curling lazy against yours like he's mapping every soft inch of your mouth, tasting the cherry gloss you’d slicked on earlier just because you felt pretty.
Toji kisses like a man who’s waited too long to taste something sweet and now couldn’t get enough. A big hand cradles the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot just under your ear while the other squeezes the plush meat of your inner thigh — fingers digging in just enough to make your hips twitch forward, chasing more pressure against the soaked cotton clinging to your pussy.
You were drowning in it. Brain turning to warm syrup, every thought melting into the wet drag of his tongue, the faint scrape of his scar against your lower lip when he sucks it between his teeth. Soft little whimpers bubbling out of you every time he pulls back just to nip, just to breathe a rough “good girl” against your mouth before diving back in deeper.
Your hands found his shoulders somewhere in the haze, your fingertips digging into hard muscles under that tight black shirt, feeling the heat rolling off him like a furnace. He smells so good up close; clean sweat, faint cologne that clung to his neck, something darker and masculine underneath that made your clit throb harder every time you inhaled.
When he finally eases back — barely an inch, forehead pressing to yours, your lips swollen, gloss smeared across both your mouths, strings of spit connecting when yours part. You were panting, chest heaving under the half-zipped hoodie, nipples tight and aching against the thin tank.
Toji’s green eyes were blown black, pupils eating up the color as he stares down at you like you were the only thing left in the world worth looking at. His thumb brushing slowly over your bottom lip, spreading the mess even more.
“Fuck, look at this mouth,” he murmurs, voice gravel-rough and wrecked. “All glossy and puffy from just my kisses. Bet it’d look even prettier wrapped around my cock.”
The words hit you like a slap of heat. Your thighs clenching hard — slick gushing fresh against your already drenched panties, the cotton so wet now it was sticking transparently to every plump fold. You could feel the outline of your pussy lips print shamelessly through the shorts, fat and swollen… begging.
You tried to speak — tried to be smart, to play it cool, but your brain was mush, words tumbling out careless and needy.
“W-wanna… come inside?” you breathed, barely coherent. “For… for a drink. Or… something. Please.”
Toji’s scarred lips curves slow and predatory, but still so fucking gentle when his thumb strokes your cheek again.
“Yeah?” he rasps. “You invitin’ the old man next door inside while your daddy’s gone? Careful, sweetheart. I might'n wanna leave once I get my hands on you proper.”
Your head bobs, frantical little nods. “I… I don’t want you to leave.”
He groans low in his throat, like the confession physically hurt him in the best way. Then he was standing, a slow roll of his muscles as he rose to his full height, now towering over you on the step. One big hand extended down.
“C’mon then pretty girl. Show me where you live.”
You take his hand, your small fingers swallowed up in his scarred palm and you let him pull you up. Legs shaky, thighs slick where they're rubbing together. The second you're standing he tugs you closer, arm banding around your waist so your soft body presses flush to his hard one. You could feel him, thick and heavy…his cock already half-hard and straining against his sweatpants, nudging insistently against your lower belly.
“Fuck,” he mutters into your hair, inhaling deep like he was trying to memorize your scent. “Smell's so sweet. Bet you taste even better between those thighs.”
He walks you the few steps to your door like that, an arm possessive around you, free hand palming slow over the curve of your ass through your shorts, squeezing the plush flesh like he was testing how soft you really are. You fumble the key with trembling fingers and he just chuckles low against your ear.
“Easy, baby. We got all night.”
The door finally opens. You stumble inside, the dim living room lit up only by the lamp you’d left on, the cheap couch, scattered textbooks from last semester you hadn’t bothered to put away. Toji kicks the door shut behind him without looking, then spun you gently until your back hits the wall beside it.
He didn’t crowd you right away. Just stood there, close enough you could feel his heat, but giving you that one last second to back out if you wanted.
You didn’t.
Instead you tipped your head back, lips parting eyes glassy and pleading.
Toji’s hand came up and cupsyour jaw so gently it made your chest ache, his thumb stroking over your swollen bottom lip again.
“Look at you,” he whispers, voice thick with something almost reverent. “So fuckin’ pretty. So young and soft and already drippin’ for a man old enough to know better. You know how filthy that is, sweetheart? How wrong?”
You whimpered, nodding your hips canting forward so the damp crotch of your shorts brushes the hard line of his cock through his sweats.
“Feels right to me,” you breathe out needy.
His eyes flutters shut for a second — like your words punched the air out of him. Then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, hungrier. Tongue fucking slow into your mouth while both hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting you easy like you weighed nothing. Your legs wraps around his waist on instinct; he pins you to the wall with his hips, his thick cock grinding slow against your soaked pussy through layers of fabric.
You moaned loud into his mouth, a desperate, broken sound.
“That’s it,” he praises against your lips, rocking slow and deliberately. “Grind on it, baby, let me feel how wet you are for me. Soaked right through these little shorts… fuck, I can smell you. Sweet little cunt cryin’ for cock.”
His hands kneads your ass rough, spreading you open even through your clothes, his fingertips dipping under the hem of your shorts to brush the edge of your drenched panties. You jolt at the contact and he just shushes you softly by kissing the corner of your mouth.
“Doin’ so good,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl lettin’ me touch. Gonna take care of you, yeah? Gonna make this pretty pussy feel so full… but imma take my time. Wanna savor every second of ruinin’ you.”
You were shaking, your whole body trembling with need, clit throbbing against the drag of his cock every time he rolls his hips. Slick had soaked through everything now and you could feel it smearing against him, making the fabric cling obscenely.
“Toji…” His name comes out wrecked, pleading. “Please… need you.”
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, tender and filthy all at once.
“I know, sweetheart,” he rasps, pressing one last soft kiss to your forehead. “I know. Gonna give you everything. But first…”
His hand slid between your bodies and cups your pussy over the shorts, his palm grinds slow against your swollen clit while two thick fingers traces the soaked outline of your lips through the cotton.
“Gonna make you come like this first,” he promises, voice low and wrecked with want. “Just from my hand, m'gonna watch this sweet little thing soak my fingers before I even get inside you. You gonna be good and come for me, baby?”
Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling, your hips already chasing his palm in frantic little circles.
“Y-yes… yes, please… Toji…”
He smiles slowly, dangerous and adoring.
“That’s my girl.”
And then he kisses you again deeper and filthy, while his hand works unhurried, perfect little circles over your dripping cunt, building you up slow and sweet until you’re trembling on the edge, ready to fall apart for the quiet neighbour who’d finally let you into his world.
Toji didn’t set you down.
Not even for a second.
The second your shaky “yes” left your lips he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, his big scarred hands sliding under the plush meat of your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor so your legs had no choice but to wrap tight around his narrow waist.
Your soaked shorts presses right against the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining through his sweatpants, and the friction made you whimper into his mouth — high, the needy sound swallowed by another slow, filthy kiss.
Toji doesn’t even glance at the couch, he heads straight for your bedroom door instead. “Wanna take this where I can spread you out proper. Where I can watch every little thing that pretty face does when I make you come apart.”
Your arms loops around his neck — fingers digging into the short black hair at his nape, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in your world. He carries you down the short hallway like that, feet heavy on the cheap laminate, every step grinding his cock against your dripping pussy through the thin layers. You could feel how hard he is — thick, hot and pulsing, already leaking enough that a damp spot had started blooming on his sweats where your slick had soaked through everything.
Your bedroom door was half-open already. Small room — nothing fancy. Twin bed pushed against one wall with rumpled pastel sheets you hadn’t bothered making, fairy lights strung lazy across the headboard from last semester, a cluttered desk with half-finished college notes and empty energy drink cans. Window cracked, letting in the thick summer night air. It smells faintly like your vanilla body spray and the faint laundry detergent on your sheets.
Toji kicks the door shut behind him, a soft click of the latch sealing you both in and crosses the small space in three strides, he didn’t bother with the light. The glow from a dim lamp on your table and those soft fairy lights was enough — warm, hazy, turning his sharp features golden and making the scar on his mouth look even more wicked when he smirked down at you.
He lowered you slow onto the edge of the mattress carefully, almost worshipful, until your ass hit the comforter and your legs dangles off. But he didn’t step back. Just stayed between your spread thighs, towering, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice thick with something soft and hungry all at once. Big hands sliding up your sides, under the hem of your hoodie this time, his palms rough and warm dragging slow over the soft curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits through the thin tank. “So fuckin’ soft everywhere. Plush little body just beggin’ to be touched.”
You shiver, your whole body trembling as his hands keep roaming. Up your ribs, over the swell of your breasts, squeezing gently through fabric until your nipples peaks hard against his palms.
Then back down, his fingertips tracing the gentle pooch of your tummy, dipping into the soft dip of your navel, spreading wide to span the width of your lower belly like he was measuring how perfectly you’d fit under him.
His eyes drop lower, locking on the obscene wet spot darkening your shorts. The cotton plastered to your pussy now, every plump, fattened lip outlined clear as day, swollen clit peeking through like a needy little button begging for attention.
Slick soaked all the way through your cotton panties underneath, making the fabric sheer and clinging, showing the glossy sheen of your arousal coating every fold.
“Jesus,” he breathes, almost dazed. “Can’t even hide it, can you? Fat little cunt just printin’ out for me, drippin’ right through everything. Been leakin’ like this since I kissed you on the porch, huh?”
You nodded frantically, cheeks burning, your hips shifting forward on instinct so the soaked crotch of your shorts brushes his thigh.
Toji groans low, a deep rumble in his chest, then leans down, caging you with his arms braced on either side of your hips. His mouth finds your neck — hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing slow from under your ear down the column of your throat. He sucks gently at first, his lips sealing over soft skin, tongue flicking — then harder.
Teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothes it with slow laps, blooming dark purple bruises one after another like he was marking territory.
“Good girl,” he whispers between sucks, voice muffled against your skin. “Lettin’ me mark you up like this. Gonna look so pretty tomorrow, little love bites all over this sweet neck so everyone knows who’s been takin’ care of you.”
His hands never stops moving, he slides them under your hoodie again, pushing the fabric up slowly until it bunches under your tits. Callused palms dragging over bare skin now, the rough texture making you arch, you let out a faint gasp, as his fingers splays wide over your soft tummy, kneading gently like he couldn’t get enough of how plush you were there.
“Love this,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. “This soft little belly. Gonna watch it bounce when I’m fuckin’ you deep later. Gonna feel it quiver when you come all over my cock.”
You were whimpering nonstop now, your brain goopy, thoughts reduced to nothing but the heat of his mouth, the weight of his hands, the slow grind of his hips every time he shifts closer. He was still fully clothed, his tight black shirt stretching over thick pecs and sharp-cut abs, sweatpants slung low but you could feel every ridge of muscle flexing against you when he moved. Solid. Unyielding. Cutting through the thin layers like he was already inside you.
Toji pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark, tender and filthy with want. Thumb brushing over one of the fresh bruises on your throat, a gentle stroke that made you shiver.
“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he praises, voice low and steady. “Look how pretty you are.” Your eyes were all glassy, lips swollen, pussy so wet he could hear it every time you shift. “Gonna take my time with you, m'gonna touch every inch, talk you through it nice and slow till you’re shakin’ and beggin’.”
One hand slides down, cupping your soaked mound over the shorts, his palm grinding slow against your clit while thick fingers traces the plump outline of your lips through the fabric. Not pushing inside yet. Just petting. Soothing. Building.
“Feel that?” he whispers, pressing firmer so you could feel how your slick squelches against his palm. “That’s all for me. Sweet little thing gettin’ this messy just from my kisses and my hands. Such a good girl. My good girl.”
You moan, loud and broken, your head tipping back as your hips rolls up into his touch.
He kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours while his hand keeps that lazy rhythm between your thighs. The other stays on your tummy, rubbing slow circles over the soft pudge, possessive and adoring all at once.
“Gonna watch you fall apart, sweetheart,” he promised against your mouth. “Gonna make this pretty pussy cum so hard you see stars. And then I’m gonna do it again. And again. Till you’re too fucked-out to think about anything but me.”
His fingers hooks under the waistband of your shorts slowly tugging it downward, just enough to bare the top of your drenched panties.
“Ready for more?” he murmurs, nipping your bottom lip. “Gonna strip you and kiss every bruise I leave, spread these plush thighs and taste how sweet you are.”
Your answer was a shaky nod, eyes locked on his and pleading.
Toji smiles slow, dangerous and so fucking gentle.
“That’s my girl.”
And then he starts peeling your hoodie off slowly, his hands worshipping every new inch of bare skin he uncovers, mouth following right behind with more soft kisses and praise, ready to unravel you piece by trembling piece on your little twin bed while the summer night presses warm against the window.
Toji pulls back from your neck, his lips shiny with spit, a fresh bruise blooming dark and pretty under your jaw and his eyes drops to your face. You were a wreck already, cheeks flushing hot, eyes glassy and half-lidded, mouth hanging open in soft little pants.
A thin string of drool had slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing slow down your chin like you’d forgotten how to swallow. Fuck. The sight punches straight through him, making his cock twitch hard against the damp front of his sweats, thickening even more until the fat head was outlined clear as day through the gray cotton.
“Jesus, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Look at you droolin’ for me already. Can’t even keep that pretty mouth closed.”
He leans in slow, his big hand cupping the side of your face, thumb sweeping under your lower lip to catch the mess. But instead of wiping it away he just smears it wider and then dips down and licks it up himself, tongue flat and hot dragging slowly from your chin to the corner of your mouth, tasting the sweet-salty mix of your spit and his earlier kisses. You whimper the sound coming out high and broken as he seals his scarred lips over yours again in one sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Tongues sliding messy and wet, no rhythm left. Just hunger. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth with a gentle tug and then plunges back in, licking deep into your mouth like he was trying to drink every drop of you.
Drool spilling between your lips, stringing down your chin again, soaking into the collar of your tank. You're making the filthiest little noises, soft, wet glucks every time his tongue licks into you and he groans low against your mouth, swallowing them all down.
“Such a messy girl,” he murmurs between kisses, nipping your tongue. “Doin’ so good though. Lettin’ me lick it all up. My sweet, sloppy baby.”
He breaks the kiss with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting your mouths for a second before it snaps and he sits back on his heels between your spread thighs. His eyes raking down your body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. Hoodie shoved up to your tits, tank rucked under them so the soft undersides spilled out.
Shorts still on but soaked dark at the crotch, clinging transparently to the plump mound of your pussy. The fat lips were printed perfect through the cotton — swollen, puffy, glossy with thick gluey slick that had leaked through your panties and was now starting to drip down the crease of your thighs, making shiny wet trails on your sheets.
Toji’s mouth waters so hard he has to swallow. His cock was rock-hard now — veined, fattened, throbbing painfully against his sweats. He palmed it once, roughly squeezed it through the fabric, just to take the edge off. The head leaking more, darkening the gray in a fat wet spot right at the tip. But he didn’t care about himself yet. Not when your pretty soaked pussy was right there, begging for his mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes, voice strained. “Look at this messy little thing.” So sticky. So sappy. “Drippin’ all over your bed like you can’t help it.”
He hooks two thick fingers under the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging it down your hips. You lifted for him on instinct, — a shaky little arch and he peels them off along with your drenched panties in one go. The fabric stuck for a second — clinging to your slick folds before coming free with a wet schlick. Strings of thick, glossy arousal stretching between the cotton and your pussy, snapping slow as he tosses them aside.
Your legs fell open wider, your knees bent, feet planted on the mattress and there it was; your pussymound all shiny and swollen, lips puffy and parted just enough to show the sticky pretty inside. Slick coating everything — thick, gluey strands webbing between your folds, dripping slow down to your tight little hole that clenched on nothing.
Your clit was begging — fattened, flushed dark, peeking out from its hood like it was throbbing for attention. The whole thing glistened under the fairy lights — sappy, cummy, so fucking wet it looked obscene.
Toji groaned deeply, a guttural sound coming from his chest. His hands slid up your plush thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs hooking under the meat where thigh met hip so he could hold you open. Your pussy lips parted more, the sticky strings stretching, then breaking, revealing the creamy mess inside.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, almost to himself. “Prettiest fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever seen. All swollen and leaking for me. Gonna taste every drop, baby. Gonna lick this sweet cunt clean till you’re shakin’.”
You whimper high and desperate, your hips twitching up toward his face.
He leaned in slow, his hot breath fanning over your clit first, making it jump. Then his tongue, flat and wide dragged up the entire length of your slit in one long, slow lick. From your dripping hole to the tip of your clit. Thick gluey slick coated his tongue instantly, sweet, tangy, so fucking much of it he had to swallow hard. He groaned against you, the vibration rumbling straight through your core.
“So sweet,” he praised, voice muffled as he licked again — slower this time, savoring it. “Taste like fuckin’ heaven. My good girl’s pussy all creamy and ready. Doin’ so perfect for me.”
His tongue circled your clit, with gentle flicks at first, then slower, broad laps that made your hips buck. One big hand slid up to your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plush curve, holding you down gentle while his mouth worked. The other kept your thigh spread, thumb stroking soothing circles on the inner meat while he sucked your clit between his lips, a soft pull, then releasing, then pulling again.
You were moaning nonstop loud and wrecked, the sounds filling the small room. Slick gushing fresh with every lick — thick ropes of it coating his chin, dripping down his neck. He didn’t stop, just kept on lapping messy and hungry, his tongue dipping into your tight hole to scoop out more of that gluey cream, then dragging back up to suckle your clit like it was candy.
“Look at her clenchin’,” he murmured between licks, eyes flicking up to watch your face. “So tight and needy. Gonna come for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me drink all this pretty mess while you fall apart?”
His tongue plunged deeper, fucking slow into your hole, then he pulled out to circle your clit again, the hand on your tummy pressed firmer, feeling the way your muscles quivered under his palm.
“That’s it, baby,” he cooed, voice thick with praise. “Doin’ so good. Such a sweet girl lettin’ me eat this pussy. Gonna make you come so hard you soak my face. Then I’m gonna do it again. Gonna keep goin’ till you’re cryin’ my name.”
He sucked harder, his lips sealing around your clit, tongue flicking faster now and your whole body arched, your thighs shaking, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from your open mouth again as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly.
Toji didn’t let up, he just kept licking slow and filthy, worshipfully talking you through every tremor, every gush of slick, every broken whimper.
“My perfect girl,” he rasped against your dripping cunt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste how good I make you feel.”
And with one more long, slow drag of his tongue — circling your begging clit just right — you shattered.
You came hard, harder than you ever had alone in this little bed with your fingers or with that cheap little vibe tucked in your drawer. Your whole body seized up like lightning hit your spine, thighs clamping around Toji’s head on instinct, plush hips bucking wild against his mouth while thick ropes of slick gushed straight onto his tongue.
Your clit throbbing against his lips — fat, swollen, pulsing like a second heartbeat — and he didn’t pull away. Didn’t even flinch. Just groaned deep into your cunt like the taste of your orgasm was the only thing he’d been starving for all summer.
“Thaaat’s it,” he rasped, voice muffled and wrecked against your dripping folds. “Come all over my face, sweetheart. Fuck, look at her spillin’ for me. So sweet. So fuckin’ messy.”
He kept licking slow, greedy — greedy laps through the aftermath — cleaning up every fresh gush like he couldn’t bear to waste a drop. Your pussy lips were puffy and flushed dark now, glossy with spit and cum, parting easy every time his tongue nudged between them. Slick coated his chin, dripping down his scarred neck in shiny trails, soaked into the collar of his black shirt. The fairy lights caught it all — turning the mess iridescent, obscene, beautiful.
You were shaking, overstimulated already, clit so sensitive it hurt in the best way, but Toji wasn’t done. Not even close. Man-starved didn’t even cover it, he ate like he’d been denied pussy his whole life and yours was the first real meal he’d ever had. Toji after a moment hooked his fingers into the underside of his shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion.
Then his big hands shoved your thighs wider, thumbs hooking under the crease where thigh met hip, spreading you so open your tight little hole winked at him with every clench.
He pulled back just enough to look, eyes black with hunger, pupils blown wide watching the way your fattened lips trembled, the way thick gluey strings of your arousal stretched between them like spider silk every time you fluttered.
“Goddamn,” he breathed softly. “This pretty cunt’s still cryin’ for more. Look how she’s clenchin’… all tight and needy even after comin’ that hard. Fuck, baby… you’re killin’ me.”
He dove back in — lips sealing over your clit again, sucking soft at first, then harder. Wet, filthy pulls that made your hips jerk, made your back arch off the mattress until your tits spilled free from under the rucked-up tank. His tongue flicked fast over the swollen bud — quick little lashes — then slowed to broad, dragging circles that had you sobbing.
“Toj i— f-fuck — too much — s’too much — ”
“Shhh,” he soothed without stopping, voice vibrating straight through your core. “You can take it. Doin’ so good for me. My perfect girl. Just lemme taste a little more. Gotta drink every drop this sweet pussy’s givin’ me.”
He licked lower, his tongue plunging slow into your tight hole, fucking in and out with lazy thrusts that made obscene wet squelches fill the room. Your walls fluttered around him greedily, sucking at his tongue like they wanted to keep him inside forever. He groaned — deep, guttural — then pulled out just to spit right onto your clit. A thick glob of his saliva landed hot and heavy, mixing with your slick, running down your folds in slow rivulets.
You whimpered, high and broken when he blew a soft puff of air over the mess, his cool breath hitting your overheated, spit-slick clit like ice on fire. Your whole pussy jolted — clit jumping, hole clenching hard enough to push out another bead of thick cream that dripped slow down your ass.
“Fuck yeah,” he growled, watching it with dark, fascinated eyes. “Look at her twitch. Sensitive little thing. Love how she jumps when I blow on her. Gonna make her come again just like this.” You were overstimulated and shaking.
He sucked your clit back into his mouth, gently this time, lips soft around the swollen bud while his tongue lapped slow, soothing circles. One hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the soft give of skin, fingers splaying to feel every quiver of your muscles.
The other kept your thigh pinned, thumb stroking slow, reassuring circles on the inner skin like he was petting you through the overstimulation.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured between sucks, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back in. “Lettin’ me eat this messy cunt even when it’s too much. Takin’ everything I give you. So pretty when you cry for me like this.”
He licked into you again, deeper this time, his tongue curling to scoop out the thickest parts of your cream, feeding it back to your pussy with slow, filthy thrusts. Then he pulled out, lips shiny, chin dripping and spat again. Right onto your hole this time, watching it slide in, mixing with your slick until everything was glossy and obscene.
“Breathe, baby,” he cooed, blowing another soft puff over your clit, watching it throb, watching your hips buck helplessly. “Just breathe. M'gonna make you come again. Gonna suck this pretty clit till you’re soakin’ the sheets even more. Wanna see how many times I can make her gush before you’re beggin’ me to fuck you.”
Your hands flew to his hair — fingers tangling in the black strands, pulling hard enough to make him growl against you. But he loved it, loved the way you were falling apart and drooling again, spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as another wave built fast and brutal in your belly.
He sucked harder — lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing — tongue flicking relentless over your clit while he hummed low, vibrations rumbling straight through you. His free hand pressed firmer on your tummy, feeling the way your muscles clenched, the way your whole body trembled on the edge.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he praised, voice thick and wrecked. “Give it to me. Come all over my tongue again. Let me taste how overstimulated this sweet pussy gets for me. My good girl, my perfect, messy, drippin’ girl.”
One more long, slow drag of his tongue, circling your clit just right, then plunging back into your clenching hole and you shattered again. Harder. Louder, your whole body convulsing, thighs shaking around his head, slick gushing in thick spurts that coated his mouth, his chin and the sheets beneath you.
Toji drank it all — groaning like a man possessed — licking slow through the aftershocks, soothing your twitching clit with soft kitten licks while you sobbed his name, overstimulated and wrecked and still so fucking needy for more.
He finally pulled back — lips swollen, face a mess of spit and cum, his eyes locking on yours with that dark, adoring hunger.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped, crawling up your body slow, caging you under his broad frame. “You taste like sin. Like every filthy thing I’ve ever wanted.”
His mouth found yours, in a slow, deep kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Thick fingers sliding between your thighs again and petting your soaked, puffy pussy gentle now, soothing the oversensitive folds.
“Still shakin’,” he murmured against your lips, smiling soft and filthy. “Still drippin’. Think you can take my cock now, sweetheart? Or you need me to eat this pretty cunt one more time first?”
Your answer was a broken whimper — hips canting up toward his hand, begging without words.
He chuckled low, dark and tenderly.
“That’s my girl.”
Toji had finally pulled his mouth off your wrecked pussy — lips swollen dark red, his chin still glistening with thick ropes of your slick and his spit that stretched and snapped every time he moved.
He gave you one more slow, sweet savouring kiss to your sweet little lips before crouching back down between your trembling thighs for a second longer, just staring at the mess he’d made; your fat pussy mound all shiny and puffy, lips parted and drooling slow streams of cream down your ass, onto the already soaked sheets.
Your clit was a throbbing little pearl now — fattened up dark and glossy, peeking out like it was begging for one more touch even after two brutal orgasms. Your tight hole kept clenching on nothing — suckling air, pushing out fresh beads of gluey slick that made obscene wet sounds in the quiet room.
He groaned low, the sound ripping out from deep in his chest and he palmed his cock through his sweats again. Harder this time, giving it a rough squeeze that made the thick vein along the underside jump under his hand.
The front of the gray fabric was wrecked — a dark wet patch spreading from the fat, leaking tip, glossy pre soaking through in thick globs that clinged to the cotton like honey.
You saw the outline perfectly now; his fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up for you, swollen and heavy, curving slightly to the left, the round mushroom head so chubbed and probably flushed it looked angry.
“Fuck, look what you did to me, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with want. “Got me so hard it hurts. Leakin’ like a faucet just from tastin’ this pretty cunt. You see how much pre I’m givin’ you? All for this messy little pussy.”
He shoved his sweats down slow enough to free himself, then kicked it off completely. His cock sprang out heavy the thick base dusted with dark curls of hair, shaft veined and ridged, fattened tip glossy with a fat pearl of pre that beaded at the pink slit and dripping slow down the underside.
It bobbed once, smacking wet against his abs, before he wrapped one scarred hand around the middle and gave himself one lazy stroke. More pre welled up — thick and clear — dribbling over his knuckles.
Your mouth watered. Your pussy clenched hard — sappy walls fluttering, clit jumping at the sight. You were so wet still — thicker now, gluey strands webbing between your lips every time your hips twitched.
Toji crawled back up your body, slow and carefully caging you in, under his broad frame. One thick forearm braced beside your head, the other hand guiding his cock down between your thighs. He didn’t push in…not yet. Just rubbing slow, filthy drags of that fattened round tip through your glossed folds.
The head was scorching hot — swelled up so big it parted your puffy lips easy, spreading them wide around the blunt crown. Your clammy, glued pussylips sucked at him, clinging wetly every time he dragged back, strings of your slick stretching from your hole to his tip like they didn’t want to let go. He nudged your clit with the slit, smearing thick pre over the aching bud — making it throb harder, making you whimper high and broken.
“Feel that?” he murmurs, voice low and mean-teasing as he rocked slow. “Fat fuckin’ cock all hardened up just for you.” Rubbin’ right through your glossy folds. “Y’er sweet little pussy’s kissin’ me back, suckin’ on the tip like she’s tryin’ to pull me in.”
You nodded — desperately, drool slipping from your open mouth again, hips canting up to chase more friction. Your clit was so achy, fattened and sensitive, every glide of his swollen head over it sent sparks shooting up your spine.
Toji chuckled, the sound breathless and dark — then pressed firmer. The round tip notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring just enough to make your hole flutter and suckle greedy around him. Not inside. Just teasing…just enough to feel how hot and wet and ready you were.
“Look how she’s grippin’,” he praised, eyes locked on where your pussy lips hugged the head of his cock — clinging, glossy, dripping. “Tight little hole sucklin’ like she’s starvin’. Fuck, baby, you’re so so wet. Drippin’ all over my dick before I even get in. Such a needy girl.”
He rocked against you slowly again, dragging that fattened tip up your slit to bump your clit, then back down to nudge your hole. Pre mixed with your slick, making everything slippery, obscene, the wet schlick, schlick, schlick filling the room every time he teased. Your clit throbbed harder, achy and begging, every time the ridge of his crown caught it just right.
“Toji…please—” Your voice cracked — high, pleading. “Need it… need you inside…”
He groaned, the deep rumble vibrating through both of you, then leaned down to kiss you lovingly, slow and sweet, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept that mean, teasing rhythm; fat tip rubbing through your folds, bumping your clit, nudging your hole, spreading you open without giving you what you craved.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips, voice wrecked with restraint. “Gonna tease this sweet pussy a little longer. Wanna feel how much wetter you get. Wanna watch this fat little cunt cry for my cock till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’.”
One big hand slid under your ass, lifting your hips just enough to change the angle. Now every slow drag had his swollen tip catching right on your entrance — stretching the rim, making your walls flutter desperate around nothing. Your clit dragged along the thick underside of his shaft, veins bumping the sensitive bud, sending fresh gushes of slick coating him.
“Feel how hard I am for you?” he rasped, rocking firmer. All his thick pre leakin’ “Just thinkin’ about sinkin’ into this tight, pretty cunt. You’re so fuckin’ wet, baby. So ready. But I wanna hear you beg a little more. Wanna hear how bad my good girl needs this fat cock stretchin’ her open.”
Your hands flew to his shoulders — nails digging into hard muscle, your hips rolling up frantically to chase his teasing. Slick squelching loud between you, gluey strands clinging to his shaft, dripping down his heavy balls that brushed your ass with every rock.
“Toji… please… fuck m’need you so bad —” You were babbling now, voice wrecked, drool slipping down your chin. “Want your cock… want it deep… please —”
He smiled slow, adoringly and mean, then kissed you again, deep and claiming — while his hips kept that torturous rhythm: fat fuckin’ cock rubbing slow through your glossed folds, teasing your achy clit, nudging your suckling hole, making you drip and clench and beg for the stretch you were dying for.
“Soon, baby,” he promised, voice thick with hunger. “Gonna give you every thick inch. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy so good you’ll feel me for days. But first… keep beggin’. Keep drippin’. Show me how desperate my sweet girl is for it.”
And he kept teasing, relentless — until your whole body was trembling, pussy clenching empty and greedy, clit throbbing achy and swollen, slick pooling under your ass in a sticky puddle while he watched you fall apart under his mean, loving touch.
Toji’s hips stilled for a second, his fat, glossy cockhead still notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring of your hole just enough that it fluttered desperately around him. Your clammy, slick walls were sucking greedily at the swollen tip, like your pussy was trying to pull him deeper even while fighting the stretch. He was so fuckin’ thick, the round mushroom head bloated and veined, ridged crown — catching on every soft fold as he pushed forward slowly, agonizingly slow.
You gasped high and sharp the sound cracking into a whimper — back arching off the mattress, plush thighs trembling where they were hooked over his hips. Your hole clenched hard on instinct — clammy, hot and so so tight it made his breath hitch rough in his throat.
“Fuck.. easy, sweetheart,” voice low and wrecked, one big scarred hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips just a fraction higher. “You’re grippin’ me like a vice already and I’ve barely got the tip in. So fuckin’ tight… this pretty little cunt’s never taken anything this big, huh?”
You shook your head — frantic little jerks — drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again as you stared up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
Your clit still achy and swollen from his teasing, throbbing every time the base of his shaft dragged against it on accident. Slick poured out around his tip — thick, gluey strands coating the fat crown, dripping down his heavy balls in slow, shiny rivulets.
Toji groaned gutterally, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second while he fought not to just slam home. His cock throbbing hard inside that tiny stretch — veins pulsing against your clenching walls, pre leaking in fat drops that mixed with your cream and made everything even messier.
“Look at you tryin’ so hard for me,” he praised, voice soft and thick with adoration even as his hips rocked in tiny, teasing nudges. “Takin’ just the tip like such a good girl. Feel how she’s suckin’ on me? Fuck…your hole’s so tight and wet, baby. Grippin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go.”
He pushed forward another fraction — barely an inch more and your pussy resisted, walls fluttering wild around the fattened ridge of his crown. The stretch burned sweet — hot, the aching fullness made your toes curl and your nails rake down his broad back. A fresh gush of slick squirted out around him, coating his shaft, dripping onto the sheets in a sticky puddle.
“Haaah —Toji ” Your voice broke, high and wrecked, hips twitching up like you couldn’t decide if you wanted more or needed a second to breathe.
“Shhh, I got you,” he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth gently-sweet — tongue flicking out to catch the drool on your chin. “Doin’ so perfect. So so tight for me… gonna make it fit, yeah? Gonna stretch this sweet little pussy slow till she’s huggin’ every thick inch. You’re my good girl, my perfect, drippin’ girl. Just breathe for me.”
His free hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plushness there, fingers splaying to feel the way your muscles quiver under him. He rocked again — tiny, shallow thrusts that barely moved the tip in and out, just enough to let your walls flutter and adjust around the blunt head.
Every nudge made obscene wet sounds, — schlick- schlick-schlick — your slick squelching loudly around him, strings of it clinging to his veined shaft like they were trying to keep him buried.
“Feel that burn, baby?” he cooed, voice low and praising as he watched your face — eyes locking on every flutter of your lashes, every tremble of your lips. “That’s me openin’ you up. So tight it’s squeezin’ the cum right outta me… fuck, you’re leakin’ all over my cock. Such a messy, needy cunt. Love how she’s fightin’ me and still beggin’ for more.”
He pushed again — slower this time — watching with dark, hungry eyes as another inch sank in. Your hole stretched wider, your puffy lips hugging the thickest part of his crown, clinging glossy and white-knuckled around him. The stretch was obscene — your clit jumping every time the ridge dragged over it on the way in, fresh cream bubbling out to coat him.
“Haaah — fuck — there we go,” he breathed, thumb stroking slow circles over your lower belly where he could feel the faint bulge starting to form just from the tip and a little more. “Look at that… already makin’ a pretty little bump and I’m not even halfway. So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart. Takin’ me like you were made for it.”
You were sobbing softly now, broken little sounds as your hips canted up helplessly, trying to take more even as your walls spasmed around the invasion. Slick pouring steadily, thick and gluey — drenching his balls, soaking the sheets under your ass in a warm, sticky mess.
Toji leaned down and kissed you deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept those tiny, rocking thrusts. Just the tip popping in and out, stretching you open, teasing your clenching hole, making your clit throb against the veined underside every time he pulled back.
“Doin’ so good,” he whispers into your mouth between kisses. “My sweet girl takin’ just the tip so perfectly. Gonna keep goin’ slow, gonna make it fit inch by inch till this fat cock’s buried deep where you need it. You feel how hard I am for you? How much I’m leakin’? All ‘cause this tight little pussy’s grippin’ me like she never wants me to leave.”
One more gentle push and another thick inch goes sliding in and your back bows, a moan ripping out loud and raw as your walls flutter wild around him. He stills again, letting you adjust, his forehead pressing to yours, breath ragged.
“Almost there, baby,” he praises, voice thick with restraint and adoration. “So so tight… but you’re takin’ me so good. My perfect girl. Gonna fill you up soon, m’gonna stretch this sticky hole till it’s huggin’ every veiny inch. Ahh — Just a little more… just breathe and let me make it fit.”
His thumb finds your clit, and circles over the swollen bud slow and gently while he rocks another inch in shallow, keeping you on that razor edge of stretch and pleasure. Slick gushing fresh with every tiny thrust — coating him, dripping down, making the slide just a little easier even as your pussy fights to keep him right where he is.
“Tell me how it feels, sweetheart,” he murmurs, kissing your tear-streaked cheek. “Tell me how full you are already… how much you need the rest.”
Your answer is a broken whimper, your hips rolling up desperately, pussy clenching hard around just the tip and a little more now.
“Need… need all of you… please, Toji —”
He smiles slow, filthy but so fucking tender, then kisses you again, deep and claiming while his hips started that slow, relentless push forward again.
“That’s my girl,” he rasps against your lips. “Gonna give you everything. Gonna make this tight little cunt take every thick inch till you’re cryin’ and comin’ all over me.”
And inch by torturous inch he keeps making it fit. Slow. Sweet. Praising you through every clench, every gush, every trembling stretch until your pussy finally starts to yield — walls fluttering open, sucking him deeper, greedily and wrecked and so so ready for the rest.
Then Toji’s patience snapped like a thin wire, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his big scarred hands clamped around your soft waist. No warning. No gentle coaxing. Just raw, starving need. He grabs your little body like it was his to manhandle, his rough palms digging into your plush hips, flipping you onto your side in one swift yank that made the mattress springs squeak protest.
“Fuck ah I-I can’t take it anymore,” he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. “Need to go deeper. Need this tight cunt stuffed full, m’gonna make her take every fuckin’ inch now.”
He drags you down the bed, the sheets tangling around your ankles, until your ass hangs off the edge just enough, cheeks jiggling from the rough pull. Your face mashed into the rumpled comforter — cheek smushing against the soft fabric, drool already pooling under your agape mouth.
One hand flew out on instinct, your fingers clutching the fluffy stuffed bear you keep on the pillow (the one with the little bow tie you’d had since middle school), knuckles white as you gripped it like a lifeline while your body arches helplessly.
Toji presses your legs together, his thick thighs pressing your plush ones tight, forcing your chubby little cunt to pucker even more obscenely. Your fat pussy lips squished together now, glossy and swollen, the plump folds mashed into one slick, puffy seam that barely parts for the fat pink tip still teasing your entrance.
The position makes everything tighter — your gummy walls clenching harder, clit trapped between those squeezed-together lips, throbbing achy and trapped against the pressure.
He lines up, his veined, thick cock — throbbing heavy in his fist — and pushes in.
No slow tease this time.
The fat crown spears past your puckered entrance with a wet, filthy pop — stretching those mashed-together lips wide around his girth. Your hole sucking greedily and clenching so tight it made his eyes roll back, but he doesn’t stop.
Just keeps feeding inch after thick, veined inch into your poor stuffed cunt, the squeeze so intense it forces thick ropes of your gooey cream to bubble out around him, coating his shaft in shiny white strands that drip slow down your inner thighs.
“Haah… fuck — listen to her,” he groans, hips snapping forward harder now that the angle let him sink deeper. “This chubby little cunt’s cryin’ so loud for me. Squeezin’ like she’s scared I’ll pull out… but she’s suckin’ me right back in. Fuckin’ perfect.”
You wail high, lewd and broken, your cries muffled into the mattress — voice cracking every time his cock punches deeper. Never been fucked like this, with legs squeezed shut making your pussy feel impossibly smaller, every ridge and vein dragging slow and mean along your gummy walls.
Your fat lips puckering tight around his base — stretching thin and glossy, clinging desperately like they were made to mold to his shape. The pressure mashes your clit right against the thick underside of his shaft — rubbing it raw with every brutal thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine until your toes curl hard.
Toji loses it completely.
Big hands gripping your hips — fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and he starts pounding. Deep, mean strokes that bottoming out with a wet slap every time his heavy balls smacks your clit.
Precum and your thick cream mixing into a frothy mess squirting out around his cock with every pull-back, dripping in sticky webs down your thighs, soaking the edge of the bed where your ass hangs off.
“Goddamn, look at this mess you’re makin’,” he pants, voice rough and praising all at once. “Gooey little pussy just spillin’ everywhere f’me. So fuckin’ cute how she’s creamin’ all over my dick… takin’ it so deep even when she’s squeezes this tight. My good girl…my filthy, drippin’ girl.”
Your cries turn desperate — muffled sobs into the stuffed bear you are clutching, tears streaking hot down your cheeks. Every thrust punches the air out of your lungs, his cockhead kissing your cervix mean and relentless, stretching your gummy walls wide around his veined thickness.
Your clit rubs mercilessly against him — trapped between those puckered lips, swollen and throbbing, building that coil tighter and tighter until your whole body shakes.
“Feel that?” he growles, leaning over you, his broad chest pressing to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. One hand slides up to cup your soft tummy — palm pressing down so he can feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. “Feel how deep I am, baby? Stuffin’ this chubby cunt so full she’s leakin’ like a faucet. Gonna make you come like this.” legs squeezed tight, clit rubbed raw and pussy stretched mean around every thick inch of his.
He snaps his hips harder, the angle perfect now, his cock dragging right over that spongy spot inside while his shaft grinds against your trapped clit. Slick squelches loud and obscene, wet slaps filling the room, your gooey cream frothing white at the base of his cock, dripping in thick strands every time he pulls back.
You shatter hard.
Whole body convulsing, walls clamping down like a vice around his pounding cock, milking him greedily as you scream into the mattress. Fresh gushes of slick squirting out around him, hot and messy, soaking his balls, drenching the sheets, making every thrust even sloppier. Your clit throbs wild against him — overstimulated and raw, sending aftershocks after aftershock rippling through you until your legs shake uncontrollably.
Toji groans deep and feral, his hips stuttering as your pussy sucks him in tight.
“Fuck… Aaah yeah, come on my cock, sweetheart,” he praises, voice breaking with how close he was. “Squeezin’ so fuckin’ tight… makin’ such a cute mess f’er me. Good girl, my perfect, pretty girl. Gonna fill this stuffed cunt up soon… gonna pump you so full you’ll be leakin’ me for days.”
He didn’t stop, Toji kept fucking you through it, with mean, deep thrusts that made your ass jiggle, made your cries turn hoarse and wrecked. His veined cock dragged slow and filthy through your fluttering walls — still so tight from your legs squeezed together and clit still rubbing helpless against him with every slam.
“Haah mhnm fuck…m’not done yet,” he rasps, hand sliding down to spread one cheek, exposing where you were stretched obscene around him. “Gonna keep, ah goin’. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy till she’s cryin’ for more… till you’re so full of cum you can’t move.”
And he did — pounding harder, deeper, meaner all while you clutched your stuffed bear tighter, face buried in the mattress, drooling and sobbing and coming undone again and again around his thick cock that finally fit all the way inside your chubby, gooey, perfect little cunt.
Toji’s hips roll in one long, deliberate drag — pulling back just enough that his thick, veined cock starts to slip free from your stuffed little hole. Your sloppy pussy doesn't want to let go. Gummy walls clenching down hard — squeezin’ greedy around every ridge and bump like they’re scared he’d leave you empty.
His foreskin bunches up soft and slick around the fattened base of his crown as he withdraws — pink tip glistening obscene with a thick coat of your cream and his own sappy pre, strings of it stretching taut between your puffy lips and his shaft before snapping wetly against your inner thighs.
You whine high and utterly broken, face mashed deeper into the mattress, your cheek smushed against the soft fur of your stuffed bear, fingers clutching the little plush thing so tight the seams strained. Drool still pooling under your slacked maw, soaking the fabric while your hips twitch back helplessly, chasing the stretch even as he teases you with the slow retreat.
“Fuck haah… listen to that,” he rasps, voice low and filthy-thick with awe. “This nasty lil’ pussy’s makin’ the sloppiest sounds just ‘cause I’m pullin’ out. Squelchin’ like she’s beggin’ me to stay buried. So fuckin’ greedy, baby.”
He didn’t let you go empty for long.
Right when the fat pink tip was almost out — your hole fluttering desperately around the ridge, he leaned over you again, his broad chest pressing hot to your back — and spat. A thick, heavy glob of spit landing right on your stretched entrance — hot and messy — sliding down the puffy seam of your mashed-together pussylips before dripping slow into the clenching ring still hugging his crown, the added slick made everything even nastier, your syrup-thick cream mixing with his spit, bubbling white and frothy where your walls gripped him.
Toji groans deep, a rumble that vibrates straight through you as he pushes forward again. Slow and mean, feeding every thick inch back into your pussy until his hips slapped flush against your ass, his balls heavy and wet smacking your clit trapped between those squeezed thighs. Your pussy sucking him in greedy — gummy walls fluttering wild, clinging so tight it made his eyes roll back.
“Haah…there we go,” he praises, hands clamping harder on your soft waist — fingers sinking into plush flesh like you really are his personal fleshlight, something soft and warm and perfect to use. “Takin’ me all the way again. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” His cockhead now kissin’ your cervix… — mngh "Stretchin’ this sloppy hole wide. God your pussy’s so fuckin’ good. So tight even after all that cream you just gushed.”
He drew back again slowly and torturous, watching the way your fat pussylips dragged along his veined shaft, clinging glossy and swollen, trying to keep him inside. Nasty lil’ squelches filling the room — wet, obscene pops every time he pulls out halfway — your syrup-thick pussy noisily protesting, cream bubbling out in thick white rings around his base, dripping slow down your inner thighs in sticky trails that soaked the edge of the mattress.
Your sobbing is muffled into the stuffed bear, your whole body trembling as he manhandles you deeper into the bed. One big hand slides up your spine — pushing your face firmer into the comforter, while the other grips your waist harder, yanking your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust.
He spreads your fat pussylips wider with his thumbs — peeling them apart even as your legs stay squeezed tight together — exposing the glossy pink inside where his thick cock splits you open.
“Look at her stretch,” he growls, voice wrecked with how good it feels. Your plump lil’ lips puckering so tight around him… huggin’ every veiny inch like she was made for his cock. “Fuck mhng baby, you’re ruinin’ me. This pussy’s too perfect… too sloppy… too fuckin’ tight.”
He bottoms out again, harder this time, his cockhead bullying deep until you feel that familiar bulge in your lower tummy, the faint swell under his palm when he presses down. Your clit rubbed raw against the underside of his shaft — trapped and throbbing — every drag sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until your thighs shake uncontrollably.
Toji didn’t speed up. Didn’t rush. Just kept that slow, deep pace — drawing back until only the fat tip stretched your entrance, then sinking all the way in with one long, filthy glide. Each pull-out made your pussy squelch louder — cream frothing white at his base, dripping in thick ropes — each push-in forcing more of your gooey slick to bubble out around him, coating his balls, soaking your ass cheeks, turning everything into a warm, sticky mess.
“God mhm feel that?” he rasps, leaning down to nip the shell of your ear, his breath hot and ragged. “How your pussy’s clenchin’ every time I try to pull out? Squeezin’ like she doesn't ever wanna be empty. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ girl. Takin’ this thick cock so deep… makin’ such cute, nasty noises for me.”
His hands tighten on your waist — using you like he owns you — pulling your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust while he grounds deeper, letting the fat crown drag over that spongy spot inside until your cries turn hoarse and wrecked.
Your stuffed bear was crushed against your chest now, your fingers white-knuckled and face buried so deep in the mattress you could barely breathe around the drool and tears.
He spat again, a thick glob landing right where you were stretched widest around him — watching it slide in, mixing with the mess until everything was even slicker and messier.
“Not stoppin’,” he promises, voice low and filthy-sweet. “Gonna keep fuckin’ this little pussy… till she’s cryin’ and cumin’ again. Till you’re so full of my cum you can’t move, doll Till every time I pull out you’re squirtin’ that syrup-thick cream all over me.”
One more long, slow drag out and your pussy noisily protests with wet, lewd squelches, then he sinks back in deep, bottoming out with a wet slap that made your ass jiggle, clit grind hard against him, walls fluttering wild around every thick, veined inch of his.
“Haah…fuck t-there’s my girl,” he groans, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Takin’ it so good… makin’ me lose my fuckin’ mind. Gonna keep usin’ you just like this… slow… aah… till you’re nothin’ but a creamy, shakin’ mess for me.”
And he did, he kept that torturous rhythm, his hands bruising your waist, cock stretching your sloppy hole wide, foreskin bunched… slick, spit and cream mixing into the nastiest mess while you clutch your stuffed toy for dear life, sobbing his name into the mattress, pussy clenching greedily and wrecked around his thick cock that owned you completely.
Toji’s hips stayed buried deep, his thick cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls that pulling out even an inch felt like fighting gravity. But he didn’t need to thrust right now.
Not when he had you exactly where he wanted; face-down, ass-up on the edge of your bed, legs squeezed shut, chubby pussy lips puckered and swollen around the base of his shaft like a glossy, creamy ring.
Your pretty little hole was still fluttering around him — suckling greedily on every ridge, even after the last brutal orgasm ripped through you, leaving your thighs trembling and slick dripping in slow, syrupy ropes down the insides of your legs.
He leaned over you, his broad chest pressing hot to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours, until his scarred lips brushed the shell of your ear.
One big hand stayed clamped on your soft waist, fingers digging possessive bruises into plush flesh, while the other slid down between your squeezed-together thighs.
Rough callused fingertips found your puffed-out clit immediately — swollen, fat and glossy from all the rubbing, peeking out from between those mushed puffy lips like a needy little button begging for more.
“Fuck haah… look at this messy thing,” voice low and wrecked with hunger. “So puffed up… so gooey and sappy from comin’ all over my cock. Can’t even hide how bad she wants it.”
His fingers started moving in filthy, lazy circles right over your swollen bud. Not fast. Not rough. Just slow, perfect rubs that made your clit jump and throb under the pad of his middle finger.
He smeared your own thick cream around it — mixing it with the frothy white ring still clinging to his base — making every glide slicker, hotter, nastier. Your pussy clenched hard around his buried cock in response — walls fluttering wild, milking him greedy even though he wasn’t moving yet.
You whimper high, the broken sound muffled into the stuffed bear you were still clutching like it could save you from how good it felt. Drool soaked the plush's fur, tears streaking hot down your cheeks, whole body shaking as those filthy circles kept coming — round n’ round, a slow pressure that built the ache back up fast.
“Haah… m’can’t stop touchin’ you, baby,” he groaned against your neck, nipping the soft skin where he’d already left dark bruises. “Even if I tried… fuck, this little clit’s too perfect. So fat and slippery… jumpin’ every time I rub right here.”
He pressed firmer, his middle finger circling tighter now, thumb hooking under to spread your puffy lips just enough to expose more of that sensitive pearl.
The motion dragging his cock the tiniest bit inside you — barely a rock, just enough to let the fat crown nudge your spongy spot while his fingers worked your clit relentlessly. Fresh slick gushed out around him, thick and syrupy — coating his hand, dripping down his wrist in warm rivulets that soaked into the sheets.
Your hips bucked back helplessly, your ass jiggling against his pelvis, trying to grind into his touch even as your pussy clenched tighter around the thick intrusion splitting you open.
Every filthy circle sent sparks shooting straight up your spine, your clit throbbed so hard it hurt in the sweetest way, walls spasming around his cock like they were trying to pull him even deeper.
“Goddamn…ya feel that?” he murmured, voice thick with praise and filth. “How your cunt ’s grippin’ me every time I rub this pretty clit? Squeezin’ like she’s beggin’ for more even though she’s already stuffed full. My good girl… my perfect, drippin’ mess. Look how she’s leakin’ just from my fingers. So fuckin’ sensitive.”
He sped up just a fraction, circles turning tighter, faster. The pad of his finger flicking quick over the swollen tip of your clit before smoothing back into those slow, filthy loops.
Your cries turned desperate, hoarse and wrecked, sobs muffled into the bear as your thighs shook harder, pussy fluttering wild around his cock. Thick cream bubbled out with every clench — frothing white at his base, dripping in sticky strands that clung to his heavy balls.
Toji groaned deep and feral, his hips finally rocking once, a slow, deep grind that dragged every veined inch along your gummy walls while his fingers never stopped. The dual sensation punched the air out of your lungs, clit rubbed raw and throbbing, cunt stretched wide and filled to the brim.
“Can’t get enough of touchin’ you,” he confessed, voice breaking with how wrecked he was. “This puffed-out little clit… so gooey and sappy… jumpin’ under my fingers like it’s alive. Fuck…baby, you’re gonna come again just like this. Gonna make this fat pussy squirt all over my hand while I’m still buried balls-deep.”
He pinched your clit gently, rolling it between thumb and finger, then went right back to those filthy circles, smearing more of your cream around the swollen bud until it glistened obscene under the fairy lights. Your whole body seized, your back arching hard, ass pressing back desperately against him, your narrow walls clamping down like a vice around his thick cock.
“That’s it ahh…come for me again,” he praised, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and ragged. “Let me feel this pussy milk me while I rub this pretty clit raw. My sweet girl… my filthy, pretty girl… gush for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I can’t stop touchin’ you.”
One more tight, filthy circle pressed hard right over the tip and you shatter.
Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down brutally around his cock, walls fluttering wild as thick spurts of slick squirted out around him, hot and messy — soaking his hand, drenching his thighs, pooling warm under your ass on the already wrecked sheets.
Your clit throbbed helplessly under his fingers, overstimulated and raw, sending aftershock after aftershock ripping through you until your legs gave out completely.
Toji didn’t pull his hand away. Just kept those slow, soothing circles, gentler now — petting your puffed-out clit through the tremors while his cock stays buried deep, throbbing hard inside your fluttering, creamy cunt.
“Haah…fuck…there’s my girl,” he sighs, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. “Comin’ so hard just from my fingers… makin’ such a cute, sloppy mess. Can’t stop touchin’ you, baby. Not when this little clit’s still jumpin’ for me… not when your pussy’s still grippin’ me like she never wants me to stop.”
He rocked once, letting you feel every thick inch while his fingers kept circling lazy, keeping you right on that overstimulated edge.
“Gonna keep goin’,” he promises, voice low and wrecked with adoration. “Gonna keep rubbin’ this pretty clit… keep fuckin’ you slow… till you’re cryin’ and squirting again. Till you’re nothin’ but a shakin’, creamy mess for me. My perfect girl… my filthy little thing… all mine.”
And he did, his fingers never stopping those filthy circles, cock grinding deep and slow, turning you into a drooling, trembling puddle while your stuffed bear stayed clutched tight in your shaking hands, soaked with tears and drool and the endless proof of how good he made you feel.
Toji’s cock was buried to the hilt, his thick-veined base flush against your swollen puffy lips, heavy balls pressed hot to your clit like they belonged there. Your little fat pussy was stretched obscene around him, your gummy walls parted wide, clinging desperate to every ridged inch like they’d forgotten how to close.
You were gaped already, your poor hole fluttering open every time he stayed still too long, the rim puffy and flushed dark pink, glistening with thick layers of your syrupy cream and his endless pre. Slick dripping steady from where you were joined, slow, sticky ropes that clung to his shaft, webbing down to his balls, pooling warm under your ass on the wrecked sheets.
Shaking, your whole body trembling, face still mashed into the mattress, drool soaking the stuffed bear you clutched like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your cries had turned hoarse, soft and wrecked whimpering every time his cock throbbed deep inside, nudging that spongy spot that made your toes curl and your tummy quiver.
He groans low, the sound ripping from his chest like it hurt to feel how tight you still were even after all the pounding, big scarred hands gripped your soft waist harder, his fingers sinking into plush flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted while he started to pull out.
Slow.
Agonizingly slow.
The drag was filthy, every veined inch sliding free with wet, obscene schlicks that filled the room. Your pussy lips dragged along his shaft, puffy and glossy, clinging greedily like they didn’t want to let go. The fat pink crown caught on your rim, stretching it wider one last time before popping free with a lewd, sucking pop.
Your hole gaped open immediately, pink and wrecked, fluttering helplessly around nothing, thick strings of cream stretching from your entrance to his dripping tip like obscene bridges before snapping wet against your inner thighs.
“Haah…fuck…look at that,” he said disbelieving,“This little hole’s gaped so pretty for me… still clenchin’ like she’s missin’ me already. So fuckin’ sloppy, baby. Drippin’ everywhere just ‘cause I pulled out.”
You whimpered, hips twitching back instinctively, chasing the emptiness even as your walls fluttered wild. But Toji wasn’t done teasing.
He lined up again, the fat tip nudging your gaping entrance, smearing thick pre over the stretched rim, then he pushed.
Deeper.
Harder.
One long, brutal glide that sank every thick inch back inside until his hips slapped flush against your ass, cockhead bullying past your cervix, stirring your guts up in that dizzying, overwhelming way that made your eyes roll back.
You felt him everywhere. Hot, heavy fullness stretching from your stuffed hole all the way up like he was rearranging you from the inside. Your tummy bulged faintly under his palm when he pressed down, feeling the outline of his cock moving deep, claiming every inch of your soft insides.
“Fuuuck…there it is,” he growled, hips grinding slow circles now, letting you feel him throb against your deepest walls. “Feel me in your throat, sweetheart? Stirrin’ up your guts… makin’ this pretty pussy taking me so deep she’s cryin’. My good girl… my perfect, stretched-out girl.”
Your cries turning guttural and raw, sounds muffled into the bear as he starts thrusting again, long punishing strokes that pull almost all the way out every time, only to slam back in deeper, harder, stirring your insides into a gooey, creamy mess. Slick squirting out with every pull-back, thick and white-frothed, coating his shaft, dripping down your thighs in warm rivers that soaked everything beneath you.
Then his thick thumb found your tight puckered asshole.
He didn’t ask…Didn’t tease.
Just pressed the blunt pad right against your clenched ring — hot, callused pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your hole fluttering instinctive, tight and untouched, trying to push him out even as your pussy clenched harder around his pounding cock.
“Shhh…relax for me, baby,” he murmured, voice low and filthy-sweet against your ear. ‘m'gonna plug this pretty little hole too. Keep you so full… till you’re shakin’ and sobbin’ for me.”
He pushes in so…so carefully, his thick thumb breaching the tight ring with a soft pop. The stretch burning sweet… the foreign fullness made your back arch hard, ass pushing back desperately onto both intrusions. Your asshole clamping down greedily around his thumb, sucking him into the first knuckle, while your pussy flutters wildly around his thick cock, walls spasming so hard it milks another thick spurt of pre deep inside you.
“Haah…fuck y-yeah,” he groans, thumb sinking deeper, and a slow twist of his thumb... has your hole clenching and fluttering around him. “Takin’ my thumb so good… tight little ass huggin’ me just like your pussy. Feel that? Both holes ngh stuffed f-full”… his cock stirrin’ your guts, thumb pluggin’ up your pretty asshole. “You’re mine, baby. All fuckin’ mine.”
He starts moving — thumb rocking shallow in time with his deep thrusts, cock slamming home every time his thumb pushes in, pulling out together in a filthy rhythm that makes your whole body rock forward into the mattress. Your clit rubbed raw against the sheets now — trapped and throbbing — every grind sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until tears streamed hot down your cheeks.
Your cries were nonstop, hoarse, wrecked sobs into your stuffed bear, your body trembling violently as he fucked you deeper, thumb plugging your ass, cock stretching your gaped pussy wide. Slick gushing with every thrust, thick, creamy ropes squirting out around his base, soaking his hand where it worked your plugged hole, drenching the bed in a warm, sticky puddle.
“God…look at you,” he praised, voice breaking with how close he was. “Takin’ everything… Such a good girl… my girl. Gonna make you come like this… gonna feel you milk me till I’m pumpin’ you full.”
He ground deeper, thumb twisting slow inside your tight ass, bulbous cockhead bullying your cervix, stirring everything up until the pressure coiled unbearable in your belly.
“Come for me, baby.” he says softly, lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek gently.
One more deep, brutal thrust, thumb sinking to the base, cock slamming home fully and you shattered.
Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping like a vice around his thick shaft, asshole fluttering wild around his thumb, clit throbbing helpless against the friction. Thick spurts of slick squirts out around him — hot and messy — soaking everything as you scream his name into the bear, tears and drool mixing on the sheets.
Toji goes all breathless, hips stuttering as your walls milked him ruthlessly.
“Fuck...yeah…take it, baby,” he pants, grinding deep through your orgasm. “Gonna come… gonna fill this pretty little cunt… gonna plug you so full you’ll feel me for days.”
And with one last deep thrust, thumb buried in your ass, cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed, creamy hole he starts to spill. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your gummed walls — pulse after pulse — stirring your insides even more as he keeps grinding slow, keeping you plugged front and back while you shook and sobbed and came undone completely around him.
And Toji Zenin still wasn’t done touching you.
Not by a long shot.
Toji finally eased his thumb out of your twitching little asshole, slow and careful, letting the tight ring flutter shut with a soft, wet sound that made your whole body shiver one last time. His cock slipped free next, his thick length dragging along your ruined walls until the fat crown popped out with a lewd, sucking pop.
A hot gush of cum followed immediately, thick, creamy ropes spilling from your gaping pussy in slow, obscene waves, dripping down your inner thighs, pooling sticky and warm beneath your ass on the already-soaked sheets.
You were trembling, completely spent, limbs heavy and breath coming in shaky little pants, face still buried halfway into the rumpled comforter with drool stringing from the corner of your swollen lips. Your stuffed bear was crushed, forgotten against your chest, fur matted and damp from tears and spit and everything else.
Toji didn’t move away.
He rolled you gently, almost tenderly — onto your back, big scarred hands sliding under your soft thighs and waist to lift you like you weighed nothing. He settled between your spread legs again, kneeling tall over you, sweat-glistening chest heaving while he looked down at the absolute mess he’d made of his pretty girl.
Your pussy was wrecked, lips puffy and dark, gaping open just enough to show the creamy white mess inside, clit still swollen and flushed, twitching with aftershocks. Cum leaked out in lazy pulses, mixing with your own slick, running in glossy trails down your perineum.
But his eyes softened when they reached your face.
All tear-streaked cheeks, glassy eyes, puffy lips still shining with spit.
“My pretty girl,” he murmured, voice low and wrecked but so fucking gentle now it made your chest ache.
He leaned down slow, his big heated body blanketing yours without crushing you and cups your face in both rough palms. Thumbs brushed away the fresh tears clinging to your lashes, smearing them gently across your flushed skin.
Toji didn’t pull out.
Not even a little.
He stayed buried to the root, his thick, heavy cock throbbing slow and deep inside your stuffed cunt, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls it felt like your pussy had forgotten how to exist without him filling it. The fat pink crown was pressed right up against your cervix — hot, insistent pressure that made your tummy flutter every time his heartbeat pulsed through the shaft.
Cum was already leaking — thick, sticky ropes of it flooding your insides from the last brutal spill, so much that you could feel the warm, syrupy weight of it pooling deep in your guts, pressing against your walls like liquid heat.
Your poor hole was gaped just enough around his base, puffy lips stretched thin and glossy, clinging desperate to the thickest part of him like they were scared he’d slip free. But he wasn’t going anywhere, he just held you there, his hips flush to your ass, one big scarred hand splayed wide over your soft tummy so he could feel the faint swell where his cock and all that cum was making you bulge ever so slightly from the inside.
“Shhh… just like this, sweetheart,” he murmured low against the back of your neck, lips brushing damp skin in soft, lazy kisses. “Just cock warming. No more fuckin’ right now. Gonna let this pretty pussy soak in every drop I gave her… keep her nice and full, yeah?”
You whimpered — soft, a wrecked little sound muffled into the stuffed bear still clutched tight to your chest. Your whole body was trembling, overstimulated, oversensitive, thighs quivering where they were still squeezed shut and held down beneath his weight.
Slick and cum mixed into a warm, sticky mess between you, dripping slowly out around his base in thick, pearly strands that clung to your inner thighs, soaking the sheets in a warm puddle that smelled like sex and him and you all tangled together.
He shifted then, just a tiny rock of his hips, not thrusting, just enough to let his cock stir the cum inside you. The movement made a wet, filthy squelch, your walls fluttering greedy around him, milking another thick bead of leftover seed that oozed deeper into your guts.
You felt it, hot and slippery coating every inch of your gummy insides, threatening to drool out if he moved too much, but he didn’t. He just held you closer — arm banding around your waist, palm pressing firmer over that soft little bulge in your tummy like he was proud of how full he’d made you.
“Look how cute you are,” he whispered, voice rough and tender all at once. “Face all flushed… droolin’ on your lil’ bear… pussy so full of my cum she’s practically purring. My pretty girl… my perfect girl.”
He turned your face gently with scarred fingers under your chin, tilting you just enough so he could lean over your shoulder and kiss you slow. Soft at first — scarred lips brushing yours, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long smeared away. Then deeper, tongue sliding lazy against yours, swallowing every tiny whimper you gave him while his cock stayed perfectly still inside you, just throbbing, just warming, just owning.
You moaned into his mouth, a soft and needy sound as another warm trickle of cum leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips. Your clit still swollen and achy, brushed the underside of his shaft with every tiny shift, sending little aftershocks through your core that made your walls flutter and clench around him again.
“Haah…fuck — there she goes,” he groaned against your lips, kissing you deeper, filthier. “Clenchin’ so sweet even when she’s just holdin’ me. Feel all that cum sloshin’ around inside you? So warm… so sticky… gonna keep it all plugged up in there till it’s leakin’ out slow outta you.”
His free hand slid up and cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking slow over your tear-streaked cheek while he kissed you again and again. Forehead pressed to yours now, breath mingling hot and ragged, his green eyes dark and soft as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
“You’re so fuckin’ cute like this,” he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead — lingering, reverent. “All hugged up on my cock… pussy threatenin’ to drool my cum everywhere but still grippin’ me so tight. My good girl… my sweet, stuffed girl. Just stay like this for me, yeah? Let me keep you warm… let me feel how full I made you.”
He rocked once, barely a movement, just a slow grind that stirred the thick load inside you without pulling out. More cum bubbled out hot and slippery coating your puffy lips, dripping slow down to where your clit throbbed against him. You whimpered high and broken — hips twitching instinctively even though you were too spent to chase anything.
Toji shushed you gently, lips brushing your temple, your cheek, your mouth again in soft, endless kisses.
“Just this. Just me inside you… keepin’ all that cum nice and warm where it belongs. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… all hugged up and full for me.”
He wrapped both arms around you then, pulling your soft body back flush to his chest, cock still buried deep, still throbbing slow, still leaking the last drops into your stuffed, creamy pussy. Forehead kisses rained down, soft, sweet and lazy in the best way, while he held you close, letting you feel every heartbeat through his shaft, every warm pulse of cum settling deeper inside you.
“Stay just like this,” he whispered one last time, lips lingering on your forehead. “My cute, sweet girl… mine.”
And he didn’t move.
Just held you there — thick cock warming your poor, gaped, cum-stuffed pussy while you trembled and whimpered and clung to your bear, face buried in his neck, soaking in the sticky, overwhelming heat of being so perfectly, completely full of him.
Toji’s arms locked around your waist like steel bands, scarred hands splaying wide over the soft curve of your lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to bruise the plush skin as he yanked you down hard, with no warning. No slow descent. Just raw, possessive force that slammed your dripping pussy all the way onto his thick, throbbing cock in one brutal, claiming drop.
The stretch hit like lightning — your poor gaped hole, forced to swallow every last veiny inch at once, walls parting wide around the fattened girth until his heavy balls slapped wet against your clit and the fat pink crown punched right up against the deepest part of your cervix again.
You felt it everywhere — hot, overwhelming fullness stretching from your stuffed entrance all the way up into your guts, making your tummy bulge visibly under his palm where he pressed down firmly to feel himself buried inside you.
“Haah…f-fuck — there it is,” he growled low against the shell of your ear, voice wrecked and deep, breath scorching your neck. “Takin’ every thick fuckin’ inch, sweetheart. All of it. No more teasin’. Just my cock stuffed deep where it belongs.”
Your cry ripped out raw and broken — high, desperate wails muffled into the crook of his shoulder as your body jolted from the sudden depth. Your gummy walls fluttered wild around him, clenching helpless. Spasming like they couldn’t decide if they wanted to push him out or suck him deeper.
Slick and leftover cum from before gushed out around his base in thick, creamy ropes,frothing white at the stretch, dripping slow down his heavy sack in warm, sticky trails that soaked into the sheets beneath you both.
He didn’t let you adjust. Just held you there, impaled, trembling, your pussy clenching greedily around the full length of him — while one hand slid up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firm so he could see your face.
Tears streaked hot down your cheeks, lips swollen and parted in endless soft whimpers, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again like you’d forgotten how to swallow.
“Look at you,” he says proudly, green eyes dark and blown with hunger as he stared down at where your puffy lips were stretched thin and glossy around his base — clinging so tight the rim looked almost white-knuckled. “My pretty girl takin’ everything… pussy so full she’s shakin’. Feel that? Feel how deep I am?” His cockhead kissin’ your womb and stirrin’ up all that cum he already pumped in you.
He rocked his hips once, a slow grinding roll that dragged every ridge along your fluttering walls without pulling out. The motion made a wet, filthy squelch, your stuffed pussy protesting the fullness even as it clenched harder, milking him greedy. More thick cream bubbled out — syrupy and white — coating his shaft, dripping down to where your clit throbbed helpless against the veined underside.
“Nngh…Toji —” Your voice cracked,hoarse and wrecked, nails raking down his broad back again, leaving red trails over hard muscle. “S’too much… s’too deep —”
“Shhh, I know, baby,” he murmured, scarred lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek in soft, filthy kisses. “Doin’ so good though. Takin’ this fat cock like you were made for it. Feel how your pussy’s grippin’ me? Squeezin’ like she don’t ever wanna let go. My perfect girl… my sweet girl.”
He pulled you down harder, another sharp yank that seated him impossibly deeper, crown bullying against that spongy spot inside until your back bowed, thighs trembling violently around his hips. Your clit grinding raw against his pelvis — swollen and achy — every tiny shift sending sparks shooting through your core that made your walls flutter and clench harder around him.
Toji groaned deep, the guttural sound vibrating straight through you, then wrapped both arms around your waist, crushing your soft body to his chest. One hand slid down to cup your ass, fingers spreading the plush cheeks wide so he could feel where you were stretched obscene around him, while the other pressed firm over that faint bulge in your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over the spot where he could feel himself moving inside.
“Fuck…look at this,” he breathed, voice thick with praise and filth. “My cock makin’ a pretty little bump right here… fillin’ you up so good you can see it. Gonna keep you right here… just like this”… Cock-warmin’ you deep while he kisses your sweet mouth.
He tilted your chin up, scarred thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, then claimed your mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. Tongue sliding deep, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long gone, swallowing every broken whimper you gave him while his cock throbbed hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy.
No thrusting. Just deep, possessive grinding — tiny rolls of his hips that stirred the thick load of cum already flooding your cunt, making it slosh warm and sticky against your walls.
You moaned into his mouth, soft needy sounds, as another warm trickle leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips to where your clit pulsed against him. Your pussy clenching helpless and fluttering wild — threatening to drool more of that creamy mess if he moved even a little, but he didn’t. Just held you impaled, full, trembling, while he kissed you deeper, tongue fucking slow into your mouth in the same lazy rhythm his cock was grinding inside you.
“So fuckin’ cute,” he whispers against your lips between kisses, forehead pressing to yours, breath mingling hot and ragged. “All hugged up on my dick… pussy so full she’s shakin’. My pretty girl… my perfect little thing… takin’ everything I give her. Gonna stay just like this… keep you warm and stuffed… let you feel everything while I kiss you stupid.”
Wanting to feel you constantly, he kept pressing soft kisses to your forehead, then your temple, to your cheek and your mouth again — endless, filthy affection while his arms stayed locked around you, cock buried to the hilt, cum sloshing warm and sticky deep inside your gaped, creamy pussy.
“Mine,” he murmured one last time, lips brushing your forehead in a final, claiming kiss. “All fuckin’ mine.”
And he didn’t move.
Just held you there, thick cock warming your stuffed, trembling pussy, while you whimpered and clung and soaked in the overwhelming heat of being so completely, perfectly taken.
The room had gone quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan stirring the thick summer air, fairy lights flickering lazy gold across the rumpled sheets like dying embers. You were out cold — completely fucked-out and boneless, face half-buried in the crook of Toji’s neck, one arm slung loose over his chest, legs still tangled with his like you couldn’t bear to let go even in sleep.
Your breathing had evened out into those slow, deep little puffs that made your lips part every exhale, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth onto his collarbone. Cute. Wrecked. His.
Toji hadn’t moved much since he’d pulled you down onto every thick inch and held you there, his cock still buried deep, warming your cum-stuffed pussy while the last pulses of his cum settled heavy and hot inside you.
Your walls kept fluttering around him in tiny, sleepy spasms — soft little squeezes that milked another lazy bead of seed from his tip even though he wasn’t thrusting anymore.
The mess between you was obscene; thick ropes of cum and your syrupy cream leaking slow out around his base, coating his heavy balls, dripping in warm, sticky trails down your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath your ass in a cooling puddle that smelled like sex and salt and him.
He stayed like that for a long while, his arm banded around your waist, scarred palm resting possessive over the faint swell in your lower tummy where his cock and all that cum made you bulge just enough to feel under his hand.
Every time you shifted in your sleep, tiny and little unconscious rolls of your hips, your pussy clenched tighter around him, gummy walls sucking greedy like even unconscious you didn’t want him to leave. It made his cock twitch — still half-hard, still leaking the last sluggish drops into your overflowing heat.
Eventually the ache in his thighs and the way your breathing had gone soft and even, told him you were really gone, deep in that post-orgasm haze where nothing existed but warmth and fullness and him.
Toji exhaled slowly through his nose, a low satisfied rumble in his chest, then started to move.
Careful. So fucking careful.
He slid one big hand under your thigh, lifting it just enough to ease the angle, while the other stayed splayed over your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over that soft pudge like he was soothing you even in your sleep. Then he pulled.
Slow…
Inch by torturous inch.
The drag was filthy, your poor gaped hole clinging desperate to every veiny ridge as he withdrew, gummy walls fluttering weak protests around the retreating thickness. Slick and cum made obscene wet sounds, soft schlicks and squelches that filled the quiet room, thick white cream bubbling out around his shaft the second he started to slip free.
Strings of it stretched taut between your puffy lips and his glistening cockhead — snapping slow and wet against your inner thighs as he kept pulling.
When the fat pink crown finally popped free with a lewd, sucking pop, your hole gaped open, pink and wrecked, fluttering helpless around nothing. A thick gush of cum followed immediately — hot, sticky ropes drooling slow out of your stretched entrance, sliding down your ass crack in pearly trails, pooling warm under you on the already soaked sheets. Your clit, still swollen and flushed, twitched once at the sudden emptiness, a tiny bead of cream clinging to the tip like a pearl.
Toji stared, breath catching rough in his throat at the sight of his cum leaking from your used little pussy. So much of it. Thick and white and endless, proof of how deep he’d fucked you, how full he’d kept you. Your pussy looked ruined in the prettiest way — lips puffy and parted, hole still trying to clench shut but too stretched to close completely, just drooling his load in slow, obscene pulses.
“Fuck,” he breathed voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. Toji finally took a long inhale, eyes locked on the sight. His pretty girl’s pussy all sloppy and leaking his cum like she couldn’t help it even asleep. Fuck… it made his cock twitch soft against his thigh, already half-interested again for just looking.
He leaned down slow and carefully…not to jostle you too much, breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin and pressed the softest, filthiest kiss right to your swollen clit. Gentle. Worshipful.
Lips barely brushing the swollen bud…a warm, lingering press that made your hips twitch tiny in sleep, a soft whimper slipping from your throat. He kissed it again…slower, tongue flicking out just once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum still clinging there. Salty-sweet messy and perfect.
“My pretty girl,” he whispered against your pussy, voice so low it was more breath than sound. “Took me so deep… kept me warm all night. Look at you leakin’ my cum even when you’re sleepin’. So fuckin’ cute.”
Scarred lips brushing the sensitive bud, gentle and lingering, his tongue flicking out once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum clinging there. You whimpered in your sleep, a soft, needy little sound. Your hips twitched forward instinctively even when unconscious, thighs trembling once before settling again.
One more kiss, open-mouthed this time…lips sealing soft around your clit for a heartbeat, sucking the tiniest pull that made your thighs tremble before he let go.
Toji smiled against your pussy…slow, dangerous and so fucking tender, then kissed higher; one soft press to your puffy mound, another to the soft dip of your lower belly where the bulge was slowly fading.
“Fuck… gotta move, baby,” he rasped, voice gravel-thick with leftover lust and something softer underneath. “Your dad’s gonna be home soon. Can’t leave you lookin’ like this… all fucked-out and leakin’ me everywhere.”
He didn’t let you wallow in it.
He moved careful, almost gentle, sliding off you and scooping your limp, trembling body into his arms like you weighed nothing. Your legs dangled uselessly; your head lolled against his shoulder; your ruined pussy leaked a slow, sticky trail down his abs as he carried you to the tiny attached bathroom.
He set you on the edge of the tub softly with utter care, then ran warm water over a clean washcloth. No rough scrubbing. Just slow, careful wipes, dabbing away the cum and slick smeared across your inner thighs, between your ass cheeks, over your swollen mound. He was thorough, gentle thumbs parting your puffy lips just enough to clean the creamy mess still oozing from your gaping hole, wiping slow circles around your clit until you whimpered and twitched.
“Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured, kissing your forehead while he worked. “Gotta get you all clean… can’t have you drippin’ all over the place when your dad walks in.”
When you were as clean as he could get you, skin still flushed and sensitive, pussy still puffy and tender, he carried you back to the bed. He stripped the worst of the soaked sheets (bundling them into a ball to deal with later), flipped the comforter over the damp spot, and tucked you in slowly, pulling the soft blanket up to your chin, smoothing it over your trembling body like you were something precious.
He knelt beside the bed for a long minute, just watching you, then leaned down and pressed a final, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. Slow. Drooly. Tongue brushing yours one last time like he was memorizing the taste.
He pulled the rumpled sheet up over your body, tucking it around your shoulders gentle and careful, like you were something precious he didn’t want to break even though he’d just spent hours fucking you… making sure your shoulders were covered, your bare feet hidden under the blanket.
He smoothed a hand over your soft tummy, feeling the faint bloat still there from how full he’d left you and then leaned down to kiss your forehead too. Long, tender press of scarred lips.
“My good girl,” he whispered against your mouth, forehead resting against yours. “Took me so fuckin’ well… let me ruin you so pretty… now sleep, yeah? I’ll handle the rest. You just stay tucked in and dream about how full I made you.”
He kissed your forehead again, soft and possessive, then stood.
You watched through heavy lids as he pulled on his sweatpants (still stained, still smelling like sex), grabbed the bundled sheets, and slipped out the door quiet as a shadow.
The room smelled like him.
Like cum and sweat and summer heat.
Your pussy still ached, emptier… now but throbbing with the memory of how thick he’d been, how deep, how much he’d filled you.
You curled tighter under the blanket, legs pressing together to keep the lingering warmth inside and drifted.
sukuna doesn't like his pregnant wife doing anything that requires even just a tiny bit of effort.
"sukuna," you say, calling him to the delicate atmosphere of the dinner table. the table is packed with a delicacy — a warm pot of braised chicken with a side of buttered noodles. "c'mere already!"
sukuna stood up from his chair, his footsteps following the scent of the delicious meal... which was absolutely and definetly forbodden! his wife, doing such a thing that could potentially drain her!? absolutely not.
"did you just.." he paused, taking a big and long stare at the meal you just prepared. " do that all by yourself?"
"yes, why?" you asked, tilting your head.
"dumb woman. you're pregnant." he lectured, nudging your cheek with a slight poke.
" ..did you just call me dumb for being pregnant?" you pouted, grabbing his finger as you try to fight the urges to bite it shamelessly. "hey, if you just don't wanna eat my totally delicious cooking, then tell me!"
he scoffed, his lips turning into a playful grin as he chubs your cheeks completely out off his cuteness agression. "no, no. you're the one carrying my baby. if you wanna eat something, i'll do it," he says as he cups your reddening face with his gigantic hands.
".. you suck." you sulk, eyes full of embarrasment and determination.
he laughs as he lets your head droop low onto the crook of his necm, his arms caught in your embrace. "still, the foods going to turn cold. just saying, leave it to me next time, preggie," he teases, lifting you off his shoulder to implant a short but sweet kiss on your temple.
"preggie!? what kind of nickname is that!?" your hands find way to pinch his nose, leaving the two of you to a full night of giggles and playful lectures.
boxer!toji tries to make up for all the days he left you alone in the house.
creeaak! the door opened, slightly revealing a tall and buff figure. his messy, spiky black hair popping out like a hedgehog. "i'm home, doll," he would mumble with a hint of exhaustion, yet there was still a slight grin hidden under that face of his. "miss me?" he smirked, walking over to where you were seated — the edge of the kitchen counter, your white shower robe barely covering your body.
you didn't say anything for a while, only giving him a tiny glare right into the pupil of his eyes. you popped off the kitchen counter, followed with him placing his arms all around your oh so delicate waist. "why so late, love?" you asked quietly, adjusting your gaze away for a minute.
" 'm sorry. rough training. match's tomorrow," he says, the bruises on his skin giving it away. "i'll make it up to you, yeah?" he cupped your face with his right hand, placing your view back at him.
"sorry's not gonna fix it, 'ji. you come home at 1 everyday. and the next morning, i find you nowhere to be seen. you know that, right?" you said, not noticing the small tears suddenly streaming out your face. "i missed you so much -"
he couldn't bare himself to say anything. instead, he just poured all his weight onto you, without nothing being said.
finally, he muttered something with all othe guilt he's been holding in. " i'm sorry, i love you so much. can i kiss you?"
you nodded, a smile appearing in your face despite all the tears. "you're such a brat," you scolded.
he grinned at your response. thankfully now, he can use all the frustration he had from only seeing you once, and that once was when you were sleeping.
his head lurched down, adjusting himself to your height. he pinned you down to the wall behind, then attaching his lips onto yours. oh and tell you what, this man was hungry. his tongue lurched all around your mouth, the sensation feeling like a slithering snake. head tilted, back arched — the things this man could do to you. even if you were furious at him.
his hands were gripped soo tightly around you, leaving you unable to move as infront of you was a hungry tiger, and in the back was the wall. just as you let your guard down, toji bites your bottom lip with the two of his sharp fangs. "ungh, bastard!" you moan, breaking free from the kiss. the two of you were left breathless, yet toji had no sense of stopping yet.
he started moving to other spots now — first location was the bottom of your ear. next, the crook of your neck, his hands on your bathrobe as he slowly undressed you.
and before he could even move to your chest, you decided to wake the fuck up and tease him. just a little. maybe enough to make him beg.
"ah, ah," you said, holding him off with your index finger pointed towards his forehead. "you have to earn it first!" you giggled, running up the stairs as a crazy, naked, woman.
he pouted, his sexual frustration rising as he started chasing you to the bedroom. once he finally caught you, the two of you were clumped together in your king-sized bed, your arms covering your face and your hips raked outwards, as the sight of your wet pussy made him fight urges he thought he would never have to fight.
"fuck, i need tha-" you cut him off as you shoved your fingers into his blabberish mouth.
"ya need it that bad? let's see how long you can hold off without a taste of this pussy first."
after a whole week of boxing rings and matches all without you, he couldn't hold off anymore. his dick was already about to rampage out of his stretched pants, his whiny eyes sparkling at the thought of how good you would feel.
and instead of fighting off your stubborn fingers, he made use of it — scraping his bottom teeth against your fingers. "hey! that's cheating!" you shrieked, almost cracking him up.
once you finally took them out, allowing him a chance to speak, his hands roamed around your thigh, rubbing circles on the underthigh. "please, ma - i'll do anythin'."
toji knew he was the one and only thing that you just couldn't resist. after all, he knew how wet you really were. how your whole body shivered at his touch. "fine," you tried to say, nonchalantly, yet your pussy totally deflected that thought.
"you're so nice to me, dollface-" he whined before you cut him off again. ".. only if you promise you'll be a good boy for me." you set out, a teasing smirk planted on your face
"yes, yes, please, anything ."
he could feel his dick shuddering already — no, no. it has to wait first. he gripped both of your thighs, a smug expression on his face as he got his tongue ready for his late-night snack.
and finally, he went all in, his mouth crashing onto your desperate cunt. after such a long time away from the feeling, it felt like the two of you hit euphoria after a million decades again. his tongue delved deep into your warm pussy, the tip teasing the sensitive spots. what a bratty, bratty husband he was. "mm, not that spot!" you cried, yet your fingers found way to his slick hair, pushing him even deeper.
it felt like paradise for the two of you. your needy whimpers filled the bedroom as toji's face was stuffed deep inside your pussy, devouring it breathlessly.
it was too much for you to handle, leaving you digging deep into his back with your newly manicured nails — just like how deep he dug into your pussy. and through all this, your whimpers were not infact helping toji with his arousal, his cock straining his boxing pants.
"unghh - 'm bound to cum-" you whimpered, finally releasing your substances right to his mouth. "w-wait, don't swallow that-"
"too late. tastes like candy, doll."
"heeyy, toji!!"
"it's my turn now." he mumbled, unpatiently taking off his pants and throwing it off the floor, paying absolutely zero attention to it.
your jaw dropped at the sight of his throbbing cock. it was almost like it was reaching out for your help. ".. so fucking big.." you mumbled, the sight feeling quite rare now that you haven't seen it in a long while. "lay down. i'll help you." you said, followed with toji obeying and laying down on the wet bedsheets.
and finally, you shoved it in — maybe a little too fast. "such a good boy for me," you teased, pinching your boob to tease him even more, "always obeying me. right, baby?"
"nnghh.. yes, yes doll."
he panted as if he just ran a marathon, trying to fit in small breaths just for you to hop even harder on his dick each time. he was on the verge of praying to god for you to give his dick just a tiny bit of your mercy.
you took a deep breath in, and just as he was about to release, you suddenly stopped, cancelling his orgasm.
"i'm so fucking full— wait, what?" he said, eyes full of desperation. "no, please-"
"enough for now. that's all you deserve," you smiled coyly, laying down beside him on the bed as you grasp for a breath.
"heeyyy, no fair.. pleeaasee?" he begged, whimpering around you as he gripped his angry dick. "hmm... i don't knooww.." you blither, turning around to his side and giving a peck on his forehead.
"how could you do this to me," his tone still playful, and yet, a small hint of his tear was at the edge of his eye socket.
"w-wait — seriously? are you crying!? this is the first time, you know," you giggled, sitting back up again and resting your hand on his chest. "no- wait, i'll help you, i feel bad now!"
jiyu's letter ᝰ.ᐟ soo i kind of gave up at the end lolol. it's just... feral snow leopard!satoru was too good to resist. perderme by miguel is such a fitting song for this fic i don't suggest i demand you listen to it while reading. hope you enjoy <3
=ᗢ=ᵎᵎ smut smut smut!! p w/o p, heat season, satoru's a desperate whimpering mess, f! oral and fingering, p in v, marathon sex, overstim, satoru is FERALLL (and rough), dry humping, biting (on satoru's end), mating press
wc: 3.7k (can u tell i was ovulating GAHSHS)
fanart by: @/xxlorinmower
ever since you fostered the mischievous snow leopard hybrid, satoru had been a handful. demanding nothing but the best shampoos and conditioners to keep his tail, ears, and hair absolutely pristine and glossy and being especially picky about what you fed him (you basically had to change your diet to cater to his needs without going broke).
you kept him plenty entertained when you left for work, giving him enough enrichment to keep him from going wild in your apartment.
despite being very high maintenance, satoru was unbelievably independent. unlike many of the hybrids you had fostered, you hardly saw him outside of meal time, and he mostly did everything on his own. you didn't mind much; sometimes it was unnerving to see the large predator appear from the depths of his room at random, though.
especially today.
it was an unusually hot day during the first blooms of spring, windows springing up to bring in the relief of gusty winds.
to no avail, however, because it seemed as though satoru couldn't find reprieve from the sweltering temperature. sweat clung so heavily to his skin he practically had to peel his shirt off of his torso. he felt his face, a horrible flush arising. his heart was begging to pound out of his chest. it hit him so suddenly, he didn't know what was going on. a fever?
it wasn't until he caught your scent in the air and the filthiest fantasies roused in his mind did he realize just what was happening to him...
fuck, this wasn't good.
he tried to restrain himself, he really did— he stripped himself down to his boxers, laid on the floor to get some relief, splashed cold water on his face to snap out of it. he even tried getting his raging boner down. multiple times.
nothing was helping.
he needed help, as hard as it was to admit. your help.
you were watching television in the living room, a fan plugged in right in front of the couch in your best attempts to cool off. you settled into the comfort of the cushions with a strawberry popsicle, hair tied out of the way of your face. a silly romcom played, capturing your attention. though, you wondered how satoru was doing with this unpredictable heat. you knew how much he detested the warm weather, especially because he already ran so hot temperature-wise.
as satoru was lethally silent, you hardly realized he had come out from his room, and you were entirely too invested in your show.
until you got a spine-chilling feeling that someone was looking at you. a sharp, primal instinct made you turn your head to the source, shoulders tense—
oh, god. it was just satoru.
"oh, hey. need anything?" you asked, a gentle cadence to your voice and a welcoming smile. you always acted as if you would scare him off if you spoke to him too casually.
his stare was almost expectant, pupils unmoving as he glanced at you. it was disconcerting, making you sit up straighter with half a mind to flee. it reminded you that you were housing a predator.
after a tense moment, he looks away. "no, just getting water." he turns towards the glass cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with water.
he chugged down the water, trying to wash away the filthy desires that clouded his mind when he saw you.
you had to be doing it on purpose. dressed in a flimsy cami top that he could easily rip off with a claw, and shorts that rode up your delectable thighs as you sat curled up on the couch. the way your tied-up hair left your décolleté exposed and disappointingly unmarked.
satoru could fix that. he could sink his fangs into your prized flesh, blooming bruises across your skin, mark every inch of visible skin to claim—
he adjusted his uncomfortable erection. no relief.
fuck it.
you tried to resume your show, but the looming presence of the snow leopard hybrid made you hyper-vigilant. he's never stayed out this long, nor stared at you like you were a whole meal. it was as if his elusive aura wrapped around the entire apartment whenever he came around. it made you curious, in various ways you didn't dare entertain.
his room was probably too hot to handle, and he needed some relief.
relief indeed.
unable to stand the silence any longer, you craned your head to where he was supposed to be in the kitchen, only to find him standing right in front of you, his pupils like eclipses.
you jolted, grasping the cushions below so you didn't fly from the very earth from being scared shitless. you needed to get him a bell or something.
"fuck— sorry, you scared me. you okay, satoru?" you asked, swallowing thickly.
wordlessly, satoru plops down to his knees right in front of you. your scent, slightly salty, something rich, made his mind go static.
your eyes widen, and you sit up pin straight. you were expecting anything but that.
closer, you can see the furious flush coloring his cheeks red, the hair clinging to his forehead from sweat, the sheen glistening upon his shirtless torso. your cheeks sting as you watch his abdominals flex with every heaved breath, heavier and quicker than normal. and further down—
you don't dare rationalize what you just witnessed.
"satoru— you don't look very well... do you need—"
he was purring. purring and rubbing his head against your legs, ears twitching as they made contact with your bare skin. his white hair was incredibly soft, tickling your shins. you didn't know what to do. why was he acting so strange? this sudden affection, his spiked temperature... it wasn't just the heat.
you sputtered, ears hot, "s-satoru, what are you---"
"i need help... this is so embarrassing," satoru said. his voice was low and strangely vulnerable. "fuck, i need you. please."
huh?
suddenly, everything clicked. the dilated pupils, the quick pulse, heavy breathing, high temperature---
shit. it was spring season. and it's not like the snow leopard had a partner to help with this, either.
this put you in a very bad place.
to make matters worse, satoru was sliding his hands up your calves and dragging himself closer, his crotch making contact with your leg.
shame went right out the door once he felt it. relieving pressure right at your feet.
an experimental roll of his hips had a quiet moan slipping from his pouty lips, his head nestling on your knees to hide his rosy face. his forehead was burning as it made contact with your skin.
you could barely breathe. this was wrong, wasn't it? you were giving this hybrid a home, taking care of his needs.
all cognizant thoughts were shattered right through when satoru grinded his erection right up against you again, and he propped his head up on your knees, lips pink from biting them, hair disheveled, his expression utterly ruined.
"help me, please."
well, taking care of his needs was your duty, after all.
satoru hated asking for help. it was simply not in his nature to do so, being a rather solitary hybrid.
so, when he got like this during his heat, he usually holed up in his room for the four days it lasted, curled up beneath the covers like a house cat, and tried to get through it the best he could.
he wasn't sure why he came to you for assistance. maybe because he could smell you from his room and it was fucking with him badly. maybe because you once told him he could come to you whenever he needed something.
maybe because, deep down, he was horribly attracted to you. and whenever he talked to you and you replied in that honey-sweet tone of yours, having to crane your head to gaze at his towering stature, he'd have to take a chastising cold shower immediately after to calm down.
maybe it wasn't just the heat making him act like a desperate whore.
satoru had waited for you to give him the go-ahead. a small nod was enough to have him kissing every available spot on your legs, his pearlescent fangs poking out as they got sloppier. his large hands paw your thighs apart, slipping between them to kiss further and further.
the rolling of his hips was insistent, a beg for release as his arousal grew near painful. soft moans left his mouth as he continued closer to the apex of your thighs, the doughy texture of your inner thighs giving him an irresistible urge to bite and suckle to his heart's content.
fuck, he was aimless. he had no idea how to proceed, where to go on besides clinging to you and humping your leg like a damn dog.
your teeth were tugging on your bottom lip as he placed those sinful kisses upon your skin, trying to mark you subconsciously. it was strangely pleasing, yet all the same not enough.
your hands threaded through his hair, brushing his ears. the sensation made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, an audible shudder leaving his lithe figure.
"satoru... touch me," you whispered, a hint of something dangerously close to titillation in your breathy voice.
that completely snapped him free of restraint.
in a blur, the light was shadowed by his broad shoulders, your body pushed into the cushions of the sofa, and your clothes were all but ripped off.
satoru didn't tease. didn't build up to anything.
he made sure you felt it all. the dark, primal instincts that were telling him to breed you, the lustful desires his boyish attraction to you had festered, how his thick fingers could reach deeper than any toy that you pretend satisfied you.
he pinned your legs down by your chest with one firm arm, keeping you defenseless to his merciless gestures.
satoru's rough, feline tongue made you twitch with every lap at your clit, his fingers driving into your fluttering walls with such intensity it had your eyes crossing. his purrs vibrated into your cunt as he latched onto your sopping cunt, groans languid and yet unsatisfied.
you were left scrambling to anchor yourself to the couch, hands grabbing hold onto the pillow on which your head rested on, your back bowing with each electric pulse satoru sent rushing up your spine.
you gasp as he plunges his digits deep inside of your cunt, curling right against the spongey spot that makes you keen. he does it over, and over again, relentless in making you feel.
"oh, god— satoru!" you cry, breath ripped straight from your lungs. your hand flails to find purchase, landing in his pale locks. his ears twitch as you pull roughly, whether to push him away or hold him closer, and he shivers.
it only serves to make his rhythm quicken, wet squelches echoing from your spilling hole as his fingers piston inside, your walls clenching desperately to halt the inevitable climax.
"you're clenching around me so tightly... you want it that bad, huh?" satoru was slurring. you bet he hardly knew what he was saying. his eyes are low, predatory as he gazes up at you, dangerous with lust.
"s-satoru, haah, please, slow down—" you beg indecisively, the pleasure so mind-shattering that your orgasm was quick to wash over you without warning.
you whine, legs straining against the weight he's beared down on you, head tossing back into the cushioning as he fingers you through the aftershocks, each wave seemingly stronger than the last. his pink muscle tongues at your over-sensitive bundle of nerves as if it was a bowl of milk, your cum adding a sweetened taste to your syrupy arousal.
"slow down?" satoru's grin is feral, entirely hungered as he watched your cunt quiver around his long fingers. "how could i when your perfect pussy is crying for me like this?"
he continued fucking you through your orgasm, playing with your overwhelmed clit, your hypersensitive nerves sent into overdrive. your moans turn whiny, writhing away from his ruthless hands.
“please, satoru— it’s too much… ‘m too sensitive, ah—” your hand grabs his wrist, shakily trying to push him away.
the look he gives you is enough to make your breath halt. “move your hand.” the demand is low, borderline territorial.
you listen, your heart pounding in your ears. your babbling incoherently, knuckles whitening with how tightly you hold onto the cushions.
satoru throws you into another toe-curling orgasm, making you squeal his name with tears brimming your eyes. while you’re trying to collect yourself, he kisses your mound, then all the way up your body, gnawing teasingly at your flesh as if he wanted to eat you up.
he pulls you into a deep, unadulterated kiss, a mix of teeth and spit and tongue. it's messy, intense, and you find yourself moaning into his mouth. his body presses against yours, bare chest to chest, your legs wrapping around his waist.
satoru is drunk on your taste. he whines without realizing it, all thoughts beside you faded from his mind. his hips grind against yours, rubbing his clothed erection against your sodden pussy. your thighs clench around his waist, the friction making you sigh.
he easily picks you up from the couch, not breaking the kiss once as he takes you to his bedroom. kicking the door shut. he slowly lowers you down to the mattress, a stark contrast to how he was making it his goal to completely ravish you.
“shit,” satoru almost growls into the clasp of your kiss, the sound entirely animalistic. “need you. need you so bad. please, please—”
you gently run up your fingers along his heated back, the muscles rippling with pleasure as you do so, moving to hold the back of his nape. you pull away from the kiss, foreheads resting against each other. intimate. a grounding gesture.
“take what you need,” you whisper.
that’s enough for satoru, enough for him to push himself off of you, blown-out pupils holding your gaze as he pulls down his boxers, bare to you. his cock is flushed, painfully so. the curve making the veins that run along his shaft apparent. he’s hard, and has been for so damn long, he’s surprised he hasn’t gone insane.
you sit up, somewhat in a daze. you grab the length, pumping a few strokes along it. you almost felt bad.
“how long have you been like this?” you murmur, keeping your pace slow.
his long, white eyelashes flutter as his eyes shut, brows furrowing as a needy moan punches out of his lungs.
“fu— fuck, since… this morning,” satoru stammers. his hand reaches for your wrist, gently circling around it as if unsure whether to stop you or let you continue. “please, shit… need to be inside. wanna be inside. please.”
you don't resist. you lie back against the sheets, spreading your legs easily. he swallows, his eyes as wide as saucers. this was a sight better than anything he could ever be offered, better than any expensive goat meat you bought for him. his tail flicks behind him, heavy and unguarded. he crawls over to you as if he were stalking prey, slow and meticulous. he kisses your knee before shrouding you, pressing his lips to your pulse.
he lines himself up to your drooling hole, slowly sliding inside. the pressure is burning, his girth stretches your hole, making your pussy flutter from the sudden intrusion. you hiss, digging your nails into his shoulder.
“ah— it’s not gonna fit,” you gasp, keening as he slips past the ring of muscle, sucking him in deeper. satoru whimpers, trying to restrain himself from ramming his entire cock inside.
“shhh, shhh, it’ll fit. relax. you can take it.” he contains himself just enough to comfort you, sliding kisses across your collarbone, down to your nipples where he suckles and fondles your breasts to get you to relax.
he slowly rolls his hips, moving according to your comfort. you moan lowly, your hand migrating to tease his ears which has him purring.
once your walls are able to accommodate all of him, he is no longer gentle. he fucks you deep, hard enough to have the headboard smack the wall with each pronounced thrust. he is unabashedly loud. whining your name like a curse, whimpering when you clench around him, his spotty tail swinging wildly with his rigor.
tears are streaming down your face by then, your back bowing, nails digging into his back. your voice croaks from mewling his name, pitchy and cracking. what makes you really scream is when satoru grabs the backs of your knees, roughly pushing your legs down to your chest, pistoning deep enough to prod at your cervix.
“ah, ah—! s… ‘toru! so fucking deep, ngh!” every noise you make is punctuated by his relentless thrusts, each pressing you into the mattress.
“fuck… oh, fuckkk… you're clenching around me, haah, yesyesyes!” satoru babbles, lost in the wet sloshes of your pussy. it's so much yet not enough all in the same. he wants more, craves more, he wants to absorb himself in you and your scent and god—
he wants to make you his.
the thought curls darkly in his mind, roiling with hormones and earnest want. it makes his pace impossibly faster, with energy you thought would be at least toned down from effort. as if in reaction to his revelation, his tail wraps across your abdomen, fur tickling you with its claim.
he lets out a growly moan, sucking on your collarbone, plunging deeper inside of you, hitting your sweet spot with mind-numbing precision.
“oh, my god— ohmygodohmygod— shit! right there, don't stop!” you whine, meeting his thrusts with a small cant of your hips. your legs quiver in his grasp, gratification rattling your nerves. satoru lets out a groan, his face dipping into the crook of your neck, small whimpers falling directly into your ear while he suckles on your shoulder.
“feel so… hngh, good— g-gonna make you mine. hm? say you're mine, please.” his words hardly register in your head, but you are nodding regardless, nails clawing at his back with every push of his cock. a sharp twinge pinches the skin of your shoulder, satoru's feline fangs biting into flesh. it makes you gasp, a broken moan erupting from your lips.
“ah— ah! i’m yours, yours, mngh—” those words only serve to make satoru’s thrusts grow sloppy, his tip kissing your sweet spot with each deep plunge.
it was filthy, entirely primal— and yet intensely passionate.
“‘m gonna cum— shit, shit, i’m cumming, yes!” he spills into your velvet walls with a choked sob, spurts of thick white painting your walls. he clings onto you, fucking you through your own release, indistinct sweet nothings purring into your ears as he kisses you along your collarbone.
“so good f’me… pretty girl, doing so well. love you, love you…” he pulled you into a kiss, one that asserted you weren't leaving this bed for a while…
minutes fade into merciless hours. even after making you orgasm so much you nearly forgot your own name, satoru's stamina seemed limitless. it was as if he was trying to carve his very existence into you with each thrust of his cock, as if it was his single goal to imprint on you. which, it probably was; deep marks littered your skin, bite marks plentiful on across your shoulders.
not to mention the way he had flipped you every which way just to stuff you full of his cum. the sheets beneath you were evidence, his seed dripping out of your tired hole, parts of the fabric ripped from satoru’s claws trying to find purchase.
after you grew too tired to hold yourself up, he laid both of you down on your sides, his fervent thrusts becoming messy grinds of his hips, though they were just as eager.
satoru was barely comprehensible. moaning your name, soft cries leaving his kiss-swollen lips when he bottomed out. his voice became a hoarse whisper as he murmured praises into your ear, biting and licking at the skin just below.
“hnghhh… you feel so good, wanna keep you like this forever, mngh… you're fucking amazing,” he groans, forehead sweltering hot as he presses it against your shoulder. his hand moves from its place at your stomach, fondling your breast, eliciting a tired whine from you.
“‘toru… can't… i can’t, it's too much,” you say, legs still shaking from your previous climaxes.
he hushes you tenderly, thumb rubbing over your receptive nipple while he litters kisses on your shoulder. “shhh, you can. one more, okay? can you do that for me?”
his fingers tease your skin as he lowers to the apex of your thighs, finding your clit and rubbing tight circles. you let out a low moan, head leaning back against his chest.
“cum for me, pretty girl.” he rolls his hips right into the spongey part of your walls, your shuddering release washing over you.
satoru’s comes not too long after, a growly whimper muffled by your skin that he presses his lips against. the base of his shaft is frothy with your mixed releases, a sinful vision that has him rearing for more. yet, with the way your body slumps against him, rationality slightly unfogs his heat-addled mind.
you needed rest. and to be cleaned up.
with a few kisses to your heated skin and murmurs of praise, satoru lays you down, leaving to retrieve a warm, damp cloth. he cleans you, the gesture oddly intimate. after tossing the towel away, he crawls over to you, pressing his cheek against your chest as he plops himself on top of you, strong arms enwrapping your waist.
you are just barely conscious enough to hear:
“think you can take a few days off work? might be like this a while.”
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sukuna doesn't like his pregnant wife doing anything that requires even just a tiny bit of effort.
"sukuna," you say, calling him to the delicate atmosphere of the dinner table. the table is packed with a delicacy — a warm pot of braised chicken with a side of buttered noodles. "c'mere already!"
sukuna stood up from his chair, his footsteps following the scent of the delicious meal... which was absolutely and definetly forbodden! his wife, doing such a thing that could potentially drain her!? absolutely not.
"did you just.." he paused, taking a big and long stare at the meal you just prepared. " do that all by yourself?"
"yes, why?" you asked, tilting your head.
"dumb woman. you're pregnant." he lectured, nudging your cheek with a slight poke.
" ..did you just call me dumb for being pregnant?" you pouted, grabbing his finger as you try to fight the urges to bite it shamelessly. "hey, if you just don't wanna eat my totally delicious cooking, then tell me!"
he scoffed, his lips turning into a playful grin as he chubs your cheeks completely out off his cuteness agression. "no, no. you're the one carrying my baby. if you wanna eat something, i'll do it," he says as he cups your reddening face with his gigantic hands.
".. you suck." you sulk, eyes full of embarrasment and determination.
he laughs as he lets your head droop low onto the crook of his necm, his arms caught in your embrace. "still, the foods going to turn cold. just saying, leave it to me next time, preggie," he teases, lifting you off his shoulder to implant a short but sweet kiss on your temple.
"preggie!? what kind of nickname is that!?" your hands find way to pinch his nose, leaving the two of you to a full night of giggles and playful lectures.
gojo satoru hates winter (satoru x reader)
warning; explicit scenes, tried to make it crack and smutty (dunno if it worked, hopefully it did)
type of writing; drabble (617 words)
husband gojo satoru hates winter. a simple statement that makes his blood boil every time winter comes, and why does the strongest hate winter so fervently?... there’s too many clothes.
too. many. clothes. thats the quote that satoru thinks about every single time. from big sweaters and hoodies, to wearing 2 t shirts to keep away the cold, wool pants, thick socks, and the bed clothes, blankets, bedsheets, a quilt, satoru hates all of that because it keeps him away from your body, your sweet little body hidden away beneath tons and tons of clothes and blankets. his sweet little wife… sure he loves giving gifts and mostly receiving them, and watching your face whenever the first snow of the season starts to fall down, but that is the other part of winter, he can survive it, but the freezing cold and low temperatures that come with it? oh hell no, he’d rather d!e. making love during winter? satoru HATES it. his body temperature is higher than normal people, so whenever he tries to go down on you, he comes face to face with two pair of pants one thicker than the other and 3 heavy blankets that make him start sweating as if he was training, so expect him to go up until he is free of that oven named bed, gasping for air and drops of sweat rolling down his face.
“bae, you okay?” you asked. and satoru’s mouth opened, a shock sound leaving him as if you had just said that you were breaking up with him. “seriously?! you asking me if im okay?! of course im NOT okay! i nearly died down there trying to make out with your sweet cunt, i tried to pleasure you and i nearly died beneath those ugly blankets you love to put every winter!.”
“satoru you know im cold, not everybody has your body temperature:”
“i know, but the house is warm, we could move them-” and before he can move the quilt and blankets, you kick him out of the bed. satoru falls to the floor with a heavy thump and a little scream. “ ‘toru, i told you not to take the covers, im freezing to hell.” and hidden beneath the blankets with only your eyes visible, you watch satoru sit up on the floor, a cute pout adorning his face. and so like that the only place satoru can make love to you is standing in the shower, with the fear of slipping and falling down.
and people think, what is satoru’s favorite season? easy. summer. yeah summer. even with the high body temperature this 6 feet tall of a man carries, his favorite season is summer. why? well, satoru has access to your body, easy access. tank tops, shorts, hell, sometimes you are walking around the house with nothing but a bra and panties, hair on a high bun and that makes satoru feral.
you’re taking the clothes off the washing machine? satoru is there to pick you up and eat you atop the machine. you’re washing the dishes? satoru’s there to bend you and take you from behind. you’re taking the sun outside with a tiny bikini on, sunglasses and a sun hat? he’s bending your legs and pounding restless into your cunt. the sound of his hips slamming into yours, the sweet smell of your sun cream, the taste of your lips from the ice cream you ate moments ago, and the sounds coming from you has him losing his mind, not caring if the nosy neighbour next door hears you both, the only thing on satoru’s mind is you and your sweet cunt.
satoru's needy whimpers filled the room leaving an obvious hint of his arousal. he was laid across the sofa, unsurprisingly with your unwashed shirt on top of his face as he strokes his huge cock to the scent of his lover.
satoru strokes his throbbing length as if it's the end of the world. poor puppy can only get off when he's smelling your aroma. his fingers are gripped tightly to his unwavering cock, groping it up and down just like the way you'd do it.
he imagined you sitting right infront of him — using your oh so delicate fingers to please his needy antics, licking off every inch of his.
and let me tell you what — this is the 3rd time of the week that he's done this.
what you knew about your husband satoru was that he's just the most obsessive man known to humanity. but, what you didn't know, was that he was so obsessed with you that one of his habits was staining your poor clothes purely with his cum.. until now!
and then, the door suddenly opened with a creak!. well, it didn't take long enough before you appeared inside the house with a .. how do i say it? unfiltered view.
satoru's cheeks flushed like tomatoes — his breathing still ragged whilst his pupils widened at the sight of you suddenly appearing infront of him.
"w-wait- babe-" his hands rush over to hide his still humongous cock, his flusteredness getting in the way. "you're home already?"
you pause, yet, a small smirk still comes out of hiding as you make your way to the couch, now decorated with his cum all over the hard - earned sofa.
"waiitt, i can explain-"
"toruu, baby, if you missed me so much, you could've just told me." you chimed, taking off your heavy shoulder bag and dropping it to the floor. you then made your way to kneel down infront of his gigantic length — still mesmerized by how big it can really get just by thinking about you.
"now, toruu, who's going to do the pleasing for you? that shirt, or me?" you teased, slowly taking hold of his erect dick. but you didn't stroke it, or anything. you needed to hear the words first — the pleas that will drive him to euphoria.
" you! you, please, baby! please, i need you- only you..!" his gaze directed into you. that's when you saw how desperate he truly was, his facade cracking and showing his true desires. and girl, let me tell you, he was already on the verge of uncontrollable tears.
"let me help you, then." you let go of his cock and trusted your mouth to do the job for him.
you start slowly, just to tease him even more. your hand helps insert his dick to your mouth, your tongue fiddling and pushing itself against his pink tip. dangerous move, loves. your name is already being moaned 5x just from this.
"more -mph- need.. more.." his back arches as he slides you even deeper just to get all of it in. his fingers, strained to your hair, is pushing you the both of you to your own limits — his whole dick now fully inside your throat.
you use the opportunity to finally use your teeth to advantage, only slightly biting down, yet causing a big effect on this poor puppy. your teeth grazes against his dick, making his pulsing length suffer.
satoru thinks of it as a little crongatulate party for surviving this long without you. real hard, i know. suck, suck, suck. it makes your lips swollen, your oxygen limited — maybe this is what his cock really can do.
"i- i'm close!" satoru whines, his eyes squeezed shut whilst you glare at him the whole time.
finally, you let satoru release inside your mouth, forcing you to swallow the sticky substance in one gulp. and when his dick springs free from you — it's as if now it's in a happy attitude. it's almost like you could see it smiling at you and thanking you.
you lazily stand up from the cold floor to collapse right on top of him, your breaths both ragged and out of sync.
"you taste so good, love." you hum, immersing yourself in the crook of his neck.
"yea, sooo good," his arms wrap around you as he implants short but loving kisses on top of your head, "so good."
a/n: hei lovess hru doing? i'll be taking a small hiatus from now on so here's a lil smt i wrote for u guys. i need to focus on my health for a while but i'll still be kinda active here. bye loves!!
satoru hates it when you squeeze yourself when he’s inside of you. he hates being “rage-baited” by his brat of a girl who has his cock warmed inside of her sloppy folds. a callous smile adjacent with the faux innocent eyes of yours blinking at him as if taunting him with a what’s wrong.
and all satoru could do was fixate his ocean replete orbs on the spread of your pussy around his engorged self, taking complete control of his entrance. he tries again, a cautious slow thrust too smooth from the wetness, but, no luck because you had clenched yourself (once again). “quit it, baby” his pearly whites grinding, jaw fiercer.
oh he hated it. the sheer annoyance of having his cock struggle to go inside of you all because you decided to fucking play around. tightening the inner muscles of your cunt around his tip, shaft and all just to see that flustered struggling face of the proclaimed ‘strongest’—hm, not funny. at least, not for him.
“quit what?” a sweet cadence, just a facade, as your canines shone when you clenched again. and again. again. having him falter forward and slip out groans. “ah–damn–” his breath heavy on your spit smeared lips, his nipples brushing against yours and there came his odd request.
you and sukuna have been bestfriends your whole life.. until everything changed.
i don't know how to explain it, but here you are now, sucking off your bestfriend's dick in your pink and glamoured dormitory room.
"mmngh.. wait.. this is- my first time."
your pupils dilated in full bewilderment, pausing before you broke off your mouth's contact with his sloppy dick.
"...waaaiitt.. like,actually?"
you glared in full confusion. how, just how, could the infamous, nonchalant, glorious, sukuna ryomen, be a virgin? your jaw dropped unwillingly to the floor while he looked at you with an inch of his attitude.
"are you bullying me right now?" he scoffs,, his dick getting forgotten in a messy state as his throbbing length rapidly grows. that cock is totally begging for more.. even if he won't admit it.
"oh, please, babe! you're just too cute for this. "
you giggle, your finger rising up to fiddle with a strand of your hair as you get up from your kneeled position to get a good look of him — how his dick sits up straight, how his gaze is directed elsewhere, how his ears start getting red, but only just a little, slight tint.
"don't worry, i'll make you feel good," you smirked, pushing him off by the chest, making him fall down the bedsheets just like a puppy.
"hm! you're obeying me, good boy."
"shutup and just fuck me already.
"oh please, you don't even know what that feels like!"
your smiles and giggles filled the room as you finally snatched off your bra and slid down your pink thongs with your hello kitty nails, giving him a full look of what he's been waiting for his whole life.
you leaned in closer to his pestered face, your chest close enough until your bare nipples are being completely exposed for his mouth.
"suck, big boy!"
"yeah, yeah." his attitude grows, yet he fully obeys, his mouth hesitantly latching onto your now wet tits. and let me tell you, this first timer has absolutely no idea what he's doing. yet, he's still sucking it off like a big baby, his tongue fiddling around the area of your boob and his teeth biting into it just like a hungry fox.
"you- just where did you learn this from?" your hips jerked forward, the pleasure already alot to handle. "wait.. have you been practicing on those fake silicone bra pads i hide inside my closet..? hey - i'm sorry, it was just a joke - hic!-"
his fangs completely bit down on your titty, unhesitant to leave proud hickeys on it. his mouth sucked it until you could see how his cheeks hollowed — hm, i guess now you finally understood how loved your boobs really are.
"ya like it alot, hm, hun? even know my sensitive spots.." you pulled him by the hair, fully immersing him in your delicate chest.
as he was sucking off your nipple like a fucking starved man, you grabbed his unsuprisingly gigantic cock, playing with it just to tease him even more.
your thumb rubbed circles onto the back of his length, going rough, then soft to tease and ready him up before the final stage.
"hhaaa.."
he was on the verge of losing — his cock was so desperate for you to just put it inside to the point you could feel how it twitches against your long fingers. god, can this thing be patient for a second?
"tell me just how much you need me, kuna."
he didn't need to do the talking for you — you could already tell by his dick and the way his teeth bit harder onto your right boob every second, trying to muffle his small groans incase you make fun of him again.
after taking a moment to consider pity for him, you finally decided you'll help him with his weird needs. you inserted his cock into your wet pussy, taking every inch of his like a good kitty.
"woah there! you- you're suprisingly big." you shut your eyes in full terror of how deep it could go, yet, you still kept going, knowing how your pussy is probably gonna be left in a sore state 'till the next 5 days.
"fuck.. you're so tight.."
yeah, that was indeed a fact. your walls squeezed him inside, driving him crazy as a whole. everytime you bounced on him as if he was a trampoline, he kept getting closer, his muffled groans filling the rooms as he bit down onto your neck to lessen the sounds.
oh, the poor neighbors. your walls were thin as paper, and i don't think sukuna can keep his sanity for any longer.
"fuuuckk, woman, t'is.."
his back arched as your pussy clenched him even more, his dick stretching out your cervix as you make him go even deeper to really experience how it feels being pleasured by someone else.
"how's it feel, hun?"
"i- i think i'm close -"
"c'mon, don't be scared and obey your princess." you teased, bending down to suck his nipples without a care in the world.
your fingers moved around his chest, then moving to his back to spank the life out of him until it went red whilst your teeth bit down on his nipple — just like evil payback.
ofcourse, that would just turn him on more. you bit down hard , maybe a little too hard. your tongue slick all around his nipple, not long before you moved to his neck.
"stop- i- i'm cummi- hnghhh.."
his release was followed with yours too, sighs of reliefs being heard all over the room.
you let out from his cock with a pop! and took out the excess leak with your index finger.
both of you sat with no regrets, even though you just fucked the innocence out of your best friend.
he leaned in close, so, so close to you, you could feel how his breath hitched against yours. it felt like no other, really. you didn't think sukuna could have a side like this too.
"crazy girl, aren't ya?" he mumbled, ruffling your hair as he put your head down on the crook of his neck, your chest laying flat on top of his and your arms tightly wrapped around him.
"heeyy! don't ruin my beautifully curled hair! you don't know the amount of time i spent deciding if i should style it like this or not."
you pouted, then rising your face up to look at the smug smirk on his face.
even after a hot moment, the two of you rambled on, just like always. it didn't take a long time before you finally glanced back down to his cock just to see it.. still.. hard!?
"kuna.."
"shut up, it's not my fault you're as cute as a puppy."
"hahhaha, i think you're the cutie here!" you sneered.
you looked at him, looked at him closer and closer just to see what he wanted — another messy round of you two horny bitches.
" heeeyy, kuna.. i know you want more."
"this time, i'll.. i'll try to make you feel good too, i guess." he mumbled, breaking off his eye contact with a full face of embarrassment.
"awww, you cutie!!!"
yeah, that didn't last you long enough before he smacked your face with his gigantic ass hand.
for the rest of the night, the room was filled with slutty moans. maybe, slowly but surely, sukuna was learning how to fuck a girl properly? oh, and tell you what — the neighbors unfortunately did not get any sleep.
a/n: omg guys i js realized how many grammar errors and typos i made i am actually so embarrassed bye
you and sukuna have been bestfriends your whole life.. until everything changed.
i don't know how to explain it, but here you are now, sucking off your bestfriend's dick in your pink and glamoured dormitory room.
"mmngh.. wait.. this is- my first time."
your pupils dilated in full bewilderment, pausing before you broke off your mouth's contact with his sloppy dick.
"...waaaiitt.. like,actually?"
you glared in full confusion. how, just how, could the infamous, nonchalant, glorious, sukuna ryomen, be a virgin? your jaw dropped unwillingly to the floor while he looked at you with an inch of his attitude.
"are you bullying me right now?" he scoffs,, his dick getting forgotten in a messy state as his throbbing length rapidly grows. that cock is totally begging for more.. even if he won't admit it.
"oh, please, babe! you're just too cute for this. "
you giggle, your finger rising up to fiddle with a strand of your hair as you get up from your kneeled position to get a good look of him — how his dick sits up straight, how his gaze is directed elsewhere, how his ears start getting red. but only just a little, slight tint.
"don't worry, i'll make you feel good," you smirked, pushing him off by the chest, making him fall down the bedsheets just like a puppy.
"hm! you're obeying me. good boy."
"shutup and just fuck me already.
"oh please, you don't even know what that feels like!"
your smiles and giggles filled the room as you finally snatched off your bra and slid down your pink thongs with your hello kitty nails, giving him a full look of what he's been waiting for his whole life.
you leaned in closer to his pestered face, your chest close enough until your bare nipples are being completely exposed for his mouth.
"suck, big boy!"
"yeah, yeah." his attitude grows, yet he fully obeys, his mouth hesitantly latching onto your now wet tits. and let me tell you, this first timer has absolutely no idea what he's doing. yet, he's still sucking it off like a big baby, his tongue fiddling around the area of your boob and his teeth biting into it just like a hungry fox.
"you- just where did you learn this from?" your hips jerked forward, the pleasure already alot to handle. "wait.. have you been practicing on those fake silicone bra pads i hide inside my closet..? hey - i'm sorry, it was just a joke - hic!-"
his fangs completely bit down on your titty, unhesitant to leave proud hickeys on it. his mouth sucked it until you could see how his cheeks hollowed — hm, i guess now you finally understood how loved your boobs really are.
"ya like it alot, hm, hun? even know my sensitive spots.." you pulled him by the hair, fully immersing him in your delicate chest.
as he was sucking off your nipple like a fucking starved man, you grabbed his unsuprisingly gigantic cock, playing with it just to tease him even more.
your thumb rubbed circles onto the back of his length, going rough, then soft to tease and ready him up before the final stage.
"hhaaa.."
he was on the verge of losing — his cock was so desperate for you to just put it inside to the point you could feel how it twitches against your long fingers. god, can this thing be patient for a second?
"tell me just how much you need me, kuna."
he didn't need to do the talking for you — you could already tell by his dick and the way his teeth bit harder onto your right boob every second, trying to muffle his small groans incase you make fun of him again.
after taking a moment to consider pity for him, you finally decided you'll help him with his weird needs. you inserted his cock into your wet pussy, taking every inch of his like a good kitty.
"woah there! you- you're suprisingly big." you shut your eyes in full terror of how deep it could go, yet, you still kept going, knowing how your pussy is probably gonna be left in a sore state 'till the next 5 days.
"fuck.. you're so tight.."
yeah, that was indeed a fact. your walls squeezed him inside, driving him crazy as a whole. everytime you bounced on him as if he was a trampoline. he kept getting closer, his muffled groans filling the rooms as he bit down onto your neck to lessen the sounds.
oh, the poor neighbors. your walls were thin as paper, and i don't think sukuna can keep his sanity for any longer.
"fuuuckk, woman, t'is.."
his back arched as your pussy clenched him even more, his dick stretching out your cervix as you make him go even deeper to really experience how it feels being pleasured by someone else.
"how's it feel, hun?"
"i- i think i'm close -"
"c'mon, don't be scared and obey your princess." you teased, bending down to suck his nipples without a care in the world.
your fingers moved around his chest, then moving to his back to spank the life out of him until it went red whilst your teeth bit down on his nipple — just like evil payback.
ofcourse, that would just turn him on more. you bit down hard , maybe a little too hard. your tongue slick all around his nipple, not long before you moved to his neck.
"stop- i- i'm cummi- hnghhh.."
his release was followed with yours too, sighs of reliefs being heard all over the room.
you let out from his cock with a pop! and took out the excess leak with your index finger.
both of you sat with no regrets. even if you just fucked the innocence out of your best friend.
he leaned in close, so, so close to you, that you could feel how his breath hitched against yours. it felt like no other, really. you didn't think sukuna could have a side like this too.
"crazy girl, aren't ya?" he mumbled, ruffling your hair as he put your head down on the crook of his neck, your chest laying flat on top of his and your arms tightly wrapped around him.
"heeyy! don't ruin my beautifully curled hair! you don't know the amount of time i spent deciding if i should style it like this or not."
you pouted, then rising your face up to look at the smug smirk on his face.
even after a hot moment, the two of you rambled on, just like always. it didn't take a long time before you finally glanced back down to his cock just to see it.. still.. hard!?
"kuna.."
"shut up, it's not my fault you're as cute as a puppy."
"hahhaha, i think you're the cutie here!" you sneered.
you looked at him, looked at him closer and closer just to see what he wanted — another messy round of you two horny bitches.
" heeeyy, kuna.. i know you want more."
"this time, i'll.. i'll try to make you feel good too, i guess." he mumbled, breaking off his eye contact with a full face of embarrassment.
"awww, you cutie!!!"
yeah, that didn't last you long enough before he smacked your face with his gigantic ass hand.
for the rest of the night, the room was filled with slutty moans. maybe, slowly but surely, sukuna was learning how to fuck a girl properly? oh, and tell you what — the neighbors unfortunately did not get any sleep.
a/n: omg guys i js realized how many grammar errors and typos i made i am actually so embarrassed bye
you were sat down on your couch, scrolling on your phone out of boredom, because your husband, toji, was apparently out running some errands. (he was just beating up some thugs for money.)
creeeeak!
the door opened without notice, and toji's heavy footsteps were heard approaching from the door. but today, his footsteps felt heavier — heavier than last time.
"tojii!! you came home." you immediately rised up from the couch, running off to him.
yet, toji only stayed in silence, his eyes glaring all over you — your face, your neck, your torso, literally every part of your body.
"what is it, toji?" you asked, raising your eyebrow and poking his cheek.
he didn't answer for a while. the only gesture appearing was the nasty grin on his face.
"tooji... tojii...." you called out, waiting for his response.
after a looooong pause of completely looking at you, he randomly pulled you in, gripping you by the neck. he conjoined your lips together with his, giving you the most lip - sucking and drippy kiss you've ever felt for your entire life.
his tongue reached and caressed every part of your mouth, his other hand pinching your ear until it turned red.
as he was out of breath, he pulled himself back, only giving you a moment to breathe — until he moved to your sensitive spot; your neck, sucking it violently enough to make you moan.
"hngh! toji, wh.. what are you- mph!" you couldn't even speak clearly, hastily pushing him off by his shoulders, holding him off with a exhausted sigh. "..you horny?"
he quietly snickers with a amused look on his face, happy that his wife always knows what he's hinting.
"i need you, doll. i need you so much. i'll do anything — please, i need you." he mumbled, his hands slowly moving to your waist.
" then, stop wasting your time." you teased, smirking at him.
he quickly carried you to the sofa, dropping you down with his veiny hands. then, he unfastened his belt without hesitation, rushing as if he won't have you to himself all night. at the same time, you took off your clothes and underwear, revealing your already wet pussy and suckable nipples.
as soon as he finished taking off his undergarments, he placed a quick glance on how breedable you looked — before finally separating your thighs and placing it on his shoulder.
"you're wet. don't worry, i'll dry them off for you, babe." he snickered, looking at you with eyes full of greediness.
"aw, so kind," were your last words before he completely destroyed you, sucking off every part of your pussy, his tongue reaching in deeper than you expected.
"w-wait — thi- this feels.. weird!"
your toes curled, and your pussy was in desperation that toji would just go easy on it for once.
you couldn't bare the feeling even after only 1 minute, your pussy already feeling numb from his foul tongue licking all over it. you pulled his hair away, then you saw his face — oh man, the white stuff was all over his beautiful face.
you wiped it off with your thumb, brushing his cheek and his mouth.
"don't wipe it off." he holds your wrist before you could wipe it all off and messily licked off the condiments, gulping it down with full confidence.
"toji, you weirdo!"
"it's tasty though." he chuckled, before leaning in closer to you to whisper something by your ear. "by the way, my dick is still hard."
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