「 content warning 」 toji ༝ f! reader, usage of pet names ‘honey & sweetheart’, tummy bulge . let me know if i missed anything!
“just the tip,” he said. that was a lie. he knew you had work. that your boss had been lenient far too many times of your arrival time. did he care? no. of course not.
“i’ll make it quick, i promise.” he swears up and down, drowning you in kisses to assure your protests. and he looks at you as if he meant it. as if he would never tell a silly lie like that. fuck, how did he do that? you couldn’t refuse him now. but deep down you knew… you knew that if he meant what he said then he wouldn’t be hovered over your sweat riddled body, cooing at the whines that leave the premise of your mouth.
“toji…” you wriggle underneath his hold, attempting to push him away when his hands grasp at your waist. he’s far too big and it would take too much time for his urges to be satisfied, “i have to go… you promised.”
“i know, honey,” toji coos, pushing aside your feeble hands, kneeling in front of you, squeezing at your skin. he sucks in a breath, sheathing in more than just the tip, “but i can’t resist myself when you suck me in like this…”
“it’s too much,” you whine, gripping at your boyfriend's sheets.
pausing once he’s made as far to the base, toji hums, large palms slowly dragging up and down the outline of your body, “but you do so well every time, sweetheart… ya gonna give up on me now?”
“good,” he smiles — almost evilly, spreading your legs. you watch his hands hold your hips, using them to slowly and torturously pull himself out and glide back in.
your lips wobble at the feeling, sucking in a breath when he’s pulling out again just to slide back into you, “i-i can’t,” you huff. what excuse could you come up with this time? would you even have the ability to stand after this?
“you can,” toji assures, snapping you out from your thoughts, “and you will,” his hips snap back ready to fill you up once again. your squirming, unable to handle his consistent pace, gripping tightly at his wrists that hold you for leverage.
he seethes, wriggling from your hold, “shhhh, don’t worry, look,” he frees a hand, “i’m riiiiight…” his pointer finger dragging down between the valley of your breast, stopping at your abdomen. he grins, palm pushing down and revealing the bulge that grows more prominent with every inch he sneaks in, “… here.”
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