inkphoria21

[inkphoria21]

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Boyfriend!Toji voyeurism while Toji watches (fxf)

content: voyeurism; orgasm denial; orgasm control; begging; eop; thigh grinding

You heard the door click open that evening, the sound of quiet steps coming in, not Toji’s, but hers. The woman he picked. The one he approved of. You sat on the edge of your bed, your silk robe draped over you, barely tied, your heartbeat a low thrum of nerves and excitement mixed too close to tell apart.

Then Toji’s voice, smooth and low:

“Told her to wait in here with you. I’ll be there in a minute.”

His tone wasn’t a suggestion it was a controlled, deliberate command to both of you. You felt yourself pulse with anticipation just hearing it.

The woman stepped in, gaze flicking over you, her mouth curling into something soft but knowing. She approached slowly, like she wasn’t just seeing you but measuring you where to start, where you’d break first.

You swallowed as she stopped in front of you, tilting your chin up gently with her fingers.

“Nervous?” she asked, voice smooth.

You shook your head, even if it was half a lie.

“Good,” she smiled. “He said I’d like you.”

And then her mouth was on yours, slow at first, warm exploratory. She kissed differently from Toji softer, a little patient, her hands light as she brushed the edges of your robe aside, revealing skin inch by inch.

You barely noticed when the bedroom door creaked further open, when Toji finally stepped in. But you felt him the weight of his stare, heavy and possessive. His silhouette leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching.

“There we go,” he muttered. “Keep goin’. She’s not breakin’ yet.”

The woman chuckled lightly against your lips, before trailing down to kiss along your jaw, your throat. Every slow, teasing brush of her mouth had your breathing turning uneven but it was Toji’s stare, his presence, that made it all the more unbearable.

“Touch her,” Toji instructed, voice lazy but edged with command. “Don’t just play cute. Wanna see her start beggin’ real soon.”

The woman hummed, hands sliding further, cupping your breasts through the thin silk. She smiled when she felt how your breath hitched.

“You heard him,” she teased, kissing your shoulder. “How much do you wanna beg, pretty thing?”

Your cheeks burned. You could feel Toji’s smirk without even seeing him.

“Don’t make her answer yet,” Toji drawled. “Not until she means it.”

She obeyed her mouth and hands teasing, testing, grazing your skin without giving enough. Your robe slipped further with every pass of her hands, every slow drag of her lips.

And then:

“Look at me,” Toji ordered.

You turned your head, your gaze snapping to his where he stood still, dark eyes locked on yours.

“Keep lookin’,” he muttered. *“I wanna see your face when she finally makes you fuckin’ cry for it.”

You swallowed hard, your body burning hotter by the second but you kept your eyes on him, because that’s what he wanted.

And you’d give him everything he asked for.

The air grew thicker, warmer, as Toji sank into the chair opposite the bed, legs spread wide, arms resting lazily along the armrests but his eyes never left you. He wasn’t barking orders anymore, wasn’t pacing or directing just watching. Watching with that heavy-lidded hunger, his gaze trailing over every exposed inch of your skin with quiet, simmering possession.

The woman caught onto that shift easily, her hands sliding down your sides, lips curling in a smirk as she traced along your bare thigh.

“Looks like he wants to see what I’ll do without instructions,” she murmured against your skin.

She pushed you back gently until your shoulders hit the mattress, the silk of your robe pooling beneath you like spilled wine. She climbed over you with an easy, fluid grace, her mouth exploring, teeth grazing when she found soft spots that made you tremble all while Toji watched from his seat, completely still, eyes dark and heavy.

Your breath was shaky, hips twitching under her touch, but she didn’t let you rush. She dragged her hands over your stomach, up your ribs, her mouth following, and the whole time she smiled like she enjoyed learning you this way. Uncovering reactions inch by inch.

You flicked a glance toward Toji expecting his usual sharp quips, his controlling commands but his eyes were half-lidded, gaze pinned to where her hands moved over you. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip absently, like he was imagining his hands there instead.

He caught your eyes, just for a second and you caught the faint smirk that tugged at his mouth. But he stayed silent.

“He’s quiet now,” she whispered near your ear, lips brushing your lobe. “Bet you’re used to him running his mouth, huh?”

You nodded faintly, breath catching as her hand slid lower between your thighs, teasing but never pressing where you wanted.

“You want him to speak up?” she teased, smiling against your neck. “Or should I keep making you beg for it without his help?”

You whimpered faintly, your gaze dragging back to Toji needing him to say something, to own the moment like he always did. But he just smiled faintly, chin resting in his palm, eyes burning into you both.

“Don’t look at him,” she whispered, voice soft but commanding. “I’m the one unmaking you right now, sweetheart.”

And she was her mouth finding that spot under your ear, her fingers finally pressing just enough to make your hips jolt, the pressure slow but devastating.

You writhed under her, frustrated sounds spilling out of you and Toji just watched, chest rising slow, his eyes dark with lust, his patience almost predatory. He didn’t need to interfere he was soaking in every second of it. You, desperate and needy, the woman unraveling you expertly, and all of it happening right in front of him.

That was enough to keep him still his, even when someone else touched you.

And he wasn’t going to let either of you forget that.

Her hands spread your thighs wider, fingers moving with knowing precision, slow and coaxing. She didn’t rush. She just watched the way your face twisted, watched your breathing catch and smiled, as if she had all the time in the world to see you fall apart.

Toji, still in his chair, sat slouched like a king on his throne, his gaze burning into you like a slow flame. He wasn’t speaking, but his eyes said everything mine. That’s still mine.

The woman leaned down, her breath hot against your skin as she murmured,

“He’s really just gonna sit there, huh? Let me see how much of you I can ruin first.”

She kissed the inside of your thigh, slow, then the other, her lips brushing closer but never quite giving you what you wanted. It was all deliberate a game, one she knew she was winning.

You whimpered, hips shifting, your head tossing against the mattress, frustration building in your core. You glanced toward Toji he caught your stare instantly.

For a second, his mouth curved, just a little.

“What’re you lookin’ at me for?” he asked lazily, voice rough. “You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You bit your lip, eyes flicking back to the woman, who chuckled softly.

“That’s right,” she murmured, “focus on me.”

She finally gave you what you wanted her mouth warm and firm where you were aching, her tongue slow and skilled. Your head fell back, a choked sound breaking free before you could stop it.

The pressure of Toji’s gaze never left you, even as your hands gripped at the sheets. Every moan, every little sound you made he was eating them up silently, his jaw tense, his eyes sharp and hungry.

And when your body started trembling, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter, you barely heard the low, gravelly voice from the chair.

“You better finish all over her mouth,” Toji muttered, eyes hooded and dark. “I wanna see you fuckin’ lose it before I put my hands on you again.”

His voice alone low, possessive, dripping with threat and promise pushed you closer to the edge, your body straining under the woman’s mouth.

And even when your eyes rolled back, when your body started to break apart under the pleasure, you felt Toji’s stare heavy, consuming.

Because no matter whose hands were on you

you were still his.

She didn’t stop once she had you trembling didn’t even slow.

Instead, as your breath heaved and your thighs shook, she climbed further up over you, her body warm, soft in places, firm in others. She straddled your waist with a slow, confident motion, her thighs caging you in, her eyes dark and knowing.

She leaned over you, her hair tickling your collarbone, her chest brushing yours teasing you with skin, with weight, without fully giving you the friction you ached for.

“Feel that?” she whispered into your ear, her voice a low hum. “I like watching you like this… but he likes it even more, doesn’t he?”

Your head lolled to the side, eyes hazy as you sought out Toji across the room. He was still watching heavy-lidded, one hand resting loosely on his thigh, the other propping up his jaw, his eyes glued to the sight of the two of you. His gaze flicked lazily between your face, your chest, the way her body draped over yours like he was engraving the scene into his memory.

“Keep goin’,” he muttered roughly, his voice low but tight. “Don’t let her off easy.”

But the woman just smiled, not needing the encouragement. She reached down between your bodies, aligning herself against your thigh, grinding slow making sure you felt her, her warmth and slickness pressing along your skin, her body responding just as much as yours was.

She moved in slow, rolling motions, her breath growing heavier by your ear, her body gliding against yours deliberately and it wasn’t just her pace that made you shiver, but the fact that she was using you for her pleasure too, dragging her own arousal along your thigh, her breath catching each time her hips rocked just right.

“You like being used, huh?” she whispered, breath shaky now. “I can feel how hot you are… you’re not gonna last if I keep going.”

You whimpered, your hands fluttering uselessly at your sides, your body aching for more and every sound, every squirm you gave made Toji’s stare darker, his breathing heavier even though he barely moved.

When the woman’s hand slid between your legs again, her other hand steadying herself on your chest, she smiled down at you, voice still playful but breathless.

“Think I can make you come again before I do?”

And from across the room, Toji finally chuckled low under his breath, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Go ahead,” he muttered. “Let her fuckin’ cry for it. I’m enjoyin’ the show.”

And the way his voice dropped, the way his eyes drank in every tremor of your body you knew he was.

Her pace shifted the playfulness slipping away, replaced by something sharper, more ravenous. Her grip on your hips tightened, her nails biting into your skin just enough to make you gasp. She shifted further up, her thigh pressing deliberately between your legs, grinding herself on you with slow, steady power that made your stomach coil tight.

She leaned down, her mouth claiming yours without asking not soft this time, but greedy, almost punishing. Her tongue slid against yours, deep and messy, swallowing the sounds she pulled from you. She kissed like she owned you, like she was proving something to herself, to you, or maybe to Toji, who still watched without a word.

When she broke the kiss, her mouth trailed to your jaw, your throat, her teeth scraping hard enough to sting. She sucked marks into your skin without hesitation, her breath hot and heavy, her body slick where it dragged against yours.

“Don’t go quiet on me now,” she muttered, voice rougher, her lips brushing your ear. “I wanna hear what you sound like when you really can’t take it.”

Her hand found its way between your legs again, but this time her fingers worked rougher, faster, no longer teasing. She touched you like she wanted to ruin you each motion pressing just shy of overwhelming, calculated to break your composure.

You gasped, your hips twitching up, your hands scrambling to grab onto her arms, her waist, anything but she was relentless.

She rode your thigh harder, her own breath stuttering, moaning low into your ear when the friction hit just right. Her pace grew messier, your skin slick with both of your heat, her body grinding harder, faster, her hand working between your thighs without mercy.

“You feel that?” she whispered, biting your earlobe. “How hot you are? You’re drenching me, baby… I think you’re worse than I am.”

You choked on a moan, your head pressing back into the mattress, the sensations crashing over you too fast too much.

You barely registered Toji shifting in his chair, his posture tense now, his jaw clenched, watching every twitch and cry you gave. His eyes burned, dark and hot with possession, but still he let it play out, his fists curling on his knees.

And when your body snapped, shaking under her, pleasure ripping through you with a sob, she didn’t stop she rode it through, her own hips grinding frantically against your leg, chasing her own high as your body trembled helpless beneath her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” she gasped, her rhythm faltering as she neared her edge. “Fuck, you’re perfect like this…”

You barely had time to breathe, your muscles still twitching, when she shuddered above you, her body tensing, a sharp moan tearing from her throat as she came hips grinding deep, pressing her wetness into your thigh as she shook apart.

The room was thick with heat, with the sound of both your breathing, the sticky slickness between your bodies. She slumped against you, her mouth still hot against your skin, while Toji watched his stare unreadable, his desire barely restrained.

She shifted her weight, still breathless, but with a flicker of something sharp and eager in her eyes as if your trembling wasn’t enough yet. She looked at you sprawled beneath her, your body still twitching with aftershocks, your skin flushed and damp, and she smiled slow, wicked.

“You’ve still got more in you, don’t you?” she murmured, her fingers teasing idly along your thigh.

Before you could catch your breath to answer, she adjusted herself, straddling your hips fully this time, the slick slide of her skin over yours making you jolt. She ground her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, her eyes fixed on your face studying every twitch, every gasp.

You were still sensitive, body trembling, but that didn’t stop her in fact, it seemed to encourage her. Her hands slid up your chest, palms warm, thumbs grazing your nipples, making your back arch despite yourself.

“There it is…” she whispered, leaning down, pressing her chest against yours, her lips ghosting over your jaw. “Let’s see if I can get you to a different kind of finish, huh? Let me feel you lose it for me.”

She shifted her hips again, finding a rhythm, a pressure that wasn’t just rough it was deep, rolling, coaxing your body into a wave instead of a sharp edge. The kind of pressure that didn’t just tease your nerves, but built low, deeper, spreading through your belly, coiling tight and thick like heat pooling in your core.

Your breathing stuttered, your hands clawing lightly at her waist as she rocked, her own breath warm against your neck, her moans softer now, more indulgent. She wasn’t chasing a frantic climax anymore she was pulling you under slow, grinding you deeper into something heavier.

The tension climbed differently not sharp, not the lightning crack of before, but a throb, a hot, molten ache that made your hips jerk up, seeking more friction, your mind swimming.

She felt it, too. Felt the way your body shook, the way your thighs pressed up against her, your breath growing uneven. She smiled against your ear.

“There we go… deeper this time, huh? Let it out.”

Your hands grabbed at her shoulders as your body snapped but instead of a sharp, gasping release, it hit heavy. A pulsing, full-body orgasm that dragged through you in slow, thick waves, your thighs trembling, your breath catching and breaking over and over. You sobbed softly into her shoulder, overwhelmed by how deep it felt, how your body kept spasming, refusing to let you go.

She didn’t stop until your hips gave out, until your body went soft and pliant beneath her, breathless and stunned. She kissed your neck, your jaw, your lips almost sweetly this time.

“Good girl,” she whispered, brushing hair from your sweaty face. “Didn’t think I’d pull that one out of you, huh?”

You could barely answer, your body still buzzing, when your eyes flicked to Toji still sitting, still watching, his jaw tight, his eyes dark and sharp. But his expression had shifted no longer hungry, but something hotter, possessive, as if he’d branded this image into his mind.

And he still hadn’t moved.

But his voice, low and hoarse, rumbled across the room.

“You’re fuckin’ lucky I let that happen,” he muttered, his stare pinning the woman down. “But that? That’s the last time someone else gets to see her come like that.”

His gaze cut to you, dark and sharp with promise.

“Next time… that’s gonna be all me.”

Toji’s voice rumbled low, dark with suggestion.

“Tch. If you’re gonna keep playin’, there’s something in the top drawer,” he muttered, his gaze heavy-lidded but sharp. “Go get it. I wanna see how much she can really take.”

The woman raised an eyebrow, glancing at him over her shoulder with a sly grin.

“You sure you wanna share that with me?”

Toji huffed, leaning back in his chair, spreading his legs wider like he owned the room.

“Long as you remember whose she is,” he said, eyes locked on you, still flushed and boneless beneath her. “You make her cry again, I’ll watch. But after that? She’s mine the rest of the fuckin’ night.”

The woman’s grin widened. She slipped off you slowly, your body still trembling, and padded over to the dresser. She opened the drawer you heard it slide open, the quiet clink of something inside. When she returned, her eyes were darker, lips parted as she held the sleek toy Toji kept stashed heavy, familiar, and meant to push you even further.

She knelt back between your legs, her eyes dragging over you with appreciation.

“He’s generous,” she teased, fingers brushing your thigh. “Let’s make good use of it.”

You whimpered, hips twitching weakly, but anticipation burned hot beneath your skin again, even though you were still raw from before.

“I wanna hear her beg,” Toji added lazily, his voice low with grit. “She’ll break faster with that. Don’t stop ‘til she does.”

The woman chuckled, warm and wicked. She switched on the toy, the low hum filling the room and your body tensed instinctively, your breath hitching. She didn’t rush. She kissed her way up your thighs again, dragging her lips, her teeth, savoring every little twitch of yours beneath her.

“You heard him,” she whispered, her mouth hot against your skin. “You’re not getting away easy. Beg me if it’s too much.”

Then she pressed it to you not sharp or teasing, but deep, angled just right to catch every nerve still raw and aching. The vibration sent a shock straight through your gut, your back arching instantly as your hands clawed at the sheets.

She held it steady, watching you with a keen gaze, studying every gasp, every tremor. Your thighs tried to close, but she spread them wider, using her body to pin you down.

“That’s it,” she murmured. “Come on. Show him how messy you get when someone spoils you.”

You moaned, louder this time, hips jerking the pleasure too deep, too immediate, your body already climbing again despite yourself.

And Toji, still watching, chuckled darkly, voice sharp with hunger.

“Don’t stop ‘til she cries,” he muttered, voice gritty. “I wanna hear her sob for it.”

And with that, she didn’t let up pushing you higher, deeper, chasing you straight to the edge where your mind went hazy, your body nothing but sensation, until you could barely hold yourself together, tears prickling at your eyes, the need to beg tangled in your throat.

Your hands clawed blindly at the sheets, your legs twitching under her grip, your body burning so hot and full you could barely tell where the sensation started and ended. The toy pulsed mercilessly against your most sensitive spot, her hand steady, eyes fixed on your face like she was cataloging every single flicker of desperation.

You bit your lip hard, trying not to sob, your vision swimming but it was too much. Your hips shook, your thighs trembling uncontrollably, your breath catching in broken gasps that barely passed for words.

She grinned, sensing it, voice low and sweet in your ear.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re right there, huh? Gonna cry for me now? Or do you need me to push you just a little more?”

You shook your head weakly, but she only smiled wider, because your body betrayed you shivering, hot tears prickling your eyes as you tried to press your hips away, but there was nowhere to go.

“Fuck, look at her,” Toji’s voice cut through, rough and dark, his breathing heavier now. He was leaning forward, elbows on his knees, his grin sharp with pride. “Didn’t even have to touch her and she’s already crying.”

You whined, your voice thin and desperate.

“Please… please, I— I can’t—”

“Can’t what, baby?” she teased, tilting her head, the toy still humming mercilessly against you. “Can’t take it? Or can’t stop? ’Cause your body’s saying something else.”

Your hips jolted again, involuntarily, a high sob ripping from your throat. Tears spilled freely now, your muscles locking tight as the orgasm slammed into you not like before, not sharp, but overwhelming, your entire body shaking, the pleasure so thick and suffocating it almost hurt.

You gasped out brokenly, your hands weakly pushing at her wrist, desperate for mercy and finally, finally, she relented, switching the toy off and setting it aside, her palm soothing over your thigh.

You were panting hard, tears streaked on your cheeks, body twitching from aftershocks, your voice barely a whisper.

“Fuck… I-I can’t… anymore…”

She kissed your damp cheek gently, brushing your hair from your face, her touch finally soft again.

Toji stood then, his shadow looming over both of you, his dark eyes locked on your trembling form. He crouched by the bed, his hand firm on your jaw, tilting your face to look at him.

“Pretty little mess,” he muttered, his thumb wiping a tear from under your eye. “You did good, baby. Bet you’re proud of yourself now, huh?”

You whimpered, exhausted, eyes fluttering as you tried to catch your breath.

Toji grinned, and his voice dropped.

“Told you she’d beg.”

The woman chuckled softly, laying back beside you, her hand resting light on your belly.

“She’s got more in her than she thinks,” she mused.

But Toji shook his head with a smug, dangerous glint in his eye.

“Nah. She’s done. She’s mine the rest of the night.”

He kissed your temple rough and possessive, his hand resting heavy on your chest keeping you grounded, keeping you his.

[inkphoria21]

18+ Mdni

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Boyfriend!Toji phone sex and assisted masturbation

content: masturbation (f.); orgasm denial; orgasm control; begging; phone sex; eop;

The middle of the night swallowed the apartment in quiet save for your own restless breathing, shallow and shaky.

You’d tried to ignore it. Tried to turn over, bury yourself in the pillows, in his lingering scent on the sheets, but the ache didn’t go away. It never did when he was gone, not completely.

You slipped your hand between your thighs, frustration bleeding into every slow movement, but it wasn’t enough. The bed felt too big, too cold without his weight pinning you down, without his mouth on your skin or his voice in your ear, that low, guttural murmur that made everything worse or better.

You didn’t even remember when you grabbed your phone, it was a blur between need and instinct. You didn’t care that he was on a mission, didn’t care if he picked up annoyed. You just needed to hear him.

It rang twice before his voice, gruff and low, answered.

“You alright?”

That voice already sent another wave of heat curling in your gut.

“Yeah,” you whispered, swallowing down the sound already building in your throat. “I just… couldn’t sleep.”

There was a pause a shift in the receiver, like he was moving, maybe stepping away from wherever he was.

“That why you’re callin’? Thought somethin’ happened.”

You bit your lip, hand still slow, almost teasing between your legs, your eyes fluttering shut just at the sound of his voice, close to your ear.

“Can you just… keep talking?” you asked softly. “Just for a bit.”

There was another pause, but this time it felt loaded you could feel the suspicion crackling through the line.

“You’re breathin’ funny,” Toji muttered, voice deeper now, low and dangerous. “What’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, but said nothing. He let the silence hang for a beat then let out a short, knowing breath, a huff of dark amusement.

“You fuckin’ touching yourself?”

Your breath hitched, thighs tightening. He chuckled low, voice turning rough and slow like gravel dragging over concrete.

“You called me just to hear my voice while you’re workin’ yourself up, huh? Dirty little thing.”

You could hear the grin in his tone now, that prideful, dark satisfaction.

“Poor baby can’t wait ‘til I’m home, huh? You that needy for me?”

You whimpered, barely audible, and that just spurred him further.

“Go on then. Let me hear it. Rub that pretty pussy for me nice and slow. Don’t you fuckin’ finish without me.”

His voice, commanding and thick with heat, made it impossible to stop and you didn’t want to. You obeyed, biting your lip, your hand matching the pace his words dictated.

“That’s it… yeah. Just like that. Bet you’re soaked already, huh? Gonna make a mess of those sheets again.”

You could hear movement on his end the weight in his breath, the way his voice dropped even further.

“Keep goin’, baby. Keep thinkin’ about me. You wait ‘til I get home I’ll show you what you really need.”

And you did you kept going, every word from his mouth dragging you closer, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You pressed the phone tighter to your ear, your other hand already deep between your thighs, breath shaky, body too hot beneath the sheets that smelled faintly of him.

Toji’s voice stayed low, steady, that rasp he carried when he was tired or aroused and you knew it was both.

“Thought I felt somethin’ the second I picked up,” he muttered, voice dark and amused. “Knew you weren’t just missin’ my voice.”

You swallowed, barely holding back the soft moan clawing up your throat. He chuckled at that slow and deep, the kind of sound that settled hot and heavy in your gut.

“You hidin’ your sounds from me? Tch. That’s not gonna fuckin’ work, baby. I know what you sound like when you’re needy.”

Your hips rocked gently into your hand, his voice a current beneath your skin, winding you tighter with every word. The pressure between your legs was unbearable now but it was him you wanted, not your own fingers, and he knew it.

“Lemme guess,” he continued, almost like he was there watching you. “You’re layin’ there, legs spread, fingers barely doin’ the job tryin’ so hard but still not good enough. ‘Cause it’s not my fuckin’ hands on you.”

You let a breath slip shaky, caught between frustration and need and he caught it, sharp as ever.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You really callin’ me up all desperate in the middle of the night just to hear me talk? Can’t even fuckin’ wait ‘til I’m back to ruin you properly.”

His voice dipped lower, rough and intimate.

“Touch your clit for me, baby. Slow. Real slow. I want you thinkin’ about my mouth there instead how good it feels when I suck on it, yeah? Tongue all messy just to hear you beg.”

You followed, the tip of your finger moving slow, deliberate circles your body tense, lips parting around gasps you couldn’t hide anymore.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Keep goin’. You better not fuckin’ stop. Not until I tell you.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling, the tension climbing higher with each word.

“Wish I could see you right now,” he muttered, voice thick and dark. “Bet you look so fuckin’ pretty like that, all wet, squirmy, just my voice makin’ you this messy.”

You moaned soft but needy and his breath caught on the other end, voice turning rougher.

“There she is,” he rasped. “There’s my girl. That’s my fuckin’ sound.”

Your hand moved faster, your hips chasing the friction now without shame. He heard it, the slight wet sound of your fingers working, and he let out a soft groan of his own, low and rough in your ear.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy, baby. Callin’ me like this, makin’ me imagine that sweet little pussy drippin’ just for me.”

You gasped, close, body tensing your voice trembling.

“Toji— I’m—”

“Not yet,” he snapped, firm and dark. “You hold it. You fuckin’ hold it ‘til I say.”

Your body burned, thighs shaking as you tried to obey, every muscle tight with need. His voice softened just a fraction, still commanding.

“Good girl. You’re gonna wait. Then when I’m home, I’m gonna tear those sheets up makin’ you cum on my cock, yeah? None of your fingers, no toys just me. Only me.”

You moaned, body almost shaking with how badly you needed it, and he chuckled, dark and possessive.

“That’s my girl. You wait. Think about me. I’ll be home soon and when I get there, you’re not walkin’ straight for days. You hear me?”

You whimpered a soft, breathless yes, biting your lip, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to hold off.

“Good,” he muttered, voice rough and low. “Now keep your hand there, keep it fuckin’ ready for me. I want you wet when I walk through that door.”

And with that, the line went dead but his voice, his promise, it stayed hot in your ear, your body still coiled tight, waiting for him like he told you.

You let the phone fall onto the sheets beside you, chest rising and falling in uneven waves. Your hand was still between your thighs, just like he’d told you, but every nerve was thrumming, desperate and unsatisfied waiting.

You didn’t know how long you lay there, legs parted, breathing shallow, your skin burning. It could’ve been minutes or an hour. Every attempt to still your body, to calm down, failed miserably. His voice lingered in your head, deep and rough, thick with that commanding heat that made you ache.

You stared up at the ceiling, lips parted, the cool air clinging to your damp skin, feeling half-crazed.

Until the front door rattled.

You froze half thinking you were imagining it, half hoping and then you heard it again. Keys, the lock turning, the door cracking open with that familiar creak.

You didn’t even sit up. You couldn’t, your limbs too heavy, your body too wound up and tired from restraint. But your pulse kicked alive when his boots hit the floor, when the sound of his jacket being peeled off echoed down the hall.

And then his voice, low and gruff, closer than you realized:

“You listen?”

Your mouth was too dry to answer, but the way your hips shifted slightly, thighs rubbing together, said enough.

The door to the bedroom pushed open, and Toji’s figure stood there in the dim light tall, dark clothes hanging loose, blood stains faint on his sleeves, hair a little messy from the wind and the work.

His gaze dropped instantly to your bare thighs, to your fingers still nestled where he told you to keep them. He exhaled sharply, dark eyes flashing.

“Fuckin’ knew you’d still be like this.”

He didn’t even bother shedding his clothes he crossed the room in heavy strides, and then his hands were on your ankles, dragging you roughly down the bed until you were flat under him, legs parted, his body pressing into the mattress between them.

“You did good,” he muttered, voice low and hot against your ear. “Did exactly what I said. Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked, aren’t you?”

You nodded, breathless, and he groaned when his fingers dipped down, sliding over the mess between your legs.

“Shit,” he muttered. “You’re fuckin’ trembling.”

His mouth was on yours then, hard and claiming, swallowing the needy sound you couldn’t contain any longer. His tongue slid past your lips, slow and dirty, one hand gripping your jaw while the other stayed teasing between your thighs.

“My needy girl,” he muttered against your lips. “Couldn’t fuckin’ wait, huh?”

You shook your head, whining, and he chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.

“S’fine,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. “You waited. You listened. Now I’m gonna give you exactly what you needed.”

And then he was on you again no patience, no mercy his body heavy, his mouth devouring yours, his hands rough and hot on your skin.

You didn’t have to beg, not when he’d been imagining this just as much as you had.

His mouth tore from yours suddenly, leaving you gasping, dazed and needy under him. You blinked up at him, confusion sparking through the haze of heat but then you saw that grin.

That slow, wicked grin that meant trouble.

Toji stood up, towering over the bed, arms folded, eyes raking down your body like he was deciding how he wanted to devour you. The weight of his stare alone made your thighs twitch, still wet and aching for him.

“Nah,” he muttered, voice rough with a dark amusement. “Changed my mind.”

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering, watching him step back just enough to get the full view of you spread out.

“Wanna see how desperate you really are.”

His eyes glinted, chin tilting slightly as he looked you up and down.

“Put your hand back,” he ordered. “Touch yourself like you did on the call. Don’t think about anything else, just me watching you.”

You hesitated for a second, heat prickling up your neck, but the sharp flash in his eyes made you obey without thinking. Your hand slipped between your thighs again, fingers slick with the mess you’d been left in, and the way Toji’s eyes darkened made your pulse skip.

“Yeah,” he muttered, voice low and pleased. “Just like that. Let me hear you.”

You whimpered as your fingers circled your clit again, your body too sensitive, too eager but now with him there, his gaze pinning you down, it was worse.

He groaned under his breath, watching you with a heavy gaze, arms crossed over his chest but his jaw tight like he was holding himself back.

“Spread those legs wider. Let me see everything. Yeah, fuck, just like that.”

You gasped when you followed his order, your own embarrassment feeding the ache.

“I want you sayin’ my name while you do it,” he demanded, voice lower now, huskier. “Go on, baby. Tell me who you’re fuckin’ thinkin’ about while you’re makin’ a mess on your own hand.”

Your breath trembled out

“Toji…”

He chuckled darkly, slow and satisfied, his eyes not leaving the way your fingers worked over yourself, faster now, chasing that tension again.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re needy for me. Don’t you dare cum ‘til I say, though.”

His control, his voice, the way his gaze swallowed you whole it only pushed you closer.

“Good girl,” he whispered when you trembled, your back arching, your body begging for more. “Keep goin’. Show me how bad you want it. Don’t stop ‘til I say.”

And you didn’t, you couldn’t , not when he was standing there, watching, commanding every move of your body like he owned it.

Your hips writhed against your hand, movements growing frantic, clumsy even, but you couldn’t stop. Not with the way he was watching, like he was studying you, eating up every sound that broke from your throat, every twitch of your legs.

Toji’s eyes dropped lower, gaze locked where your fingers were working, lips parted like he was starving just watching. His stance stayed cocky, arms crossed, shoulders broad, like he was perfectly in control, but the darkness in his eyes gave him away.

“So desperate,” he muttered, voice thick, a glint of pride in the rasp of it. “Didn’t even make it a night without me. You needed me this bad, huh?”

You gasped, head tipping back against the sheets, your body trembling from holding back, thighs aching from the tension.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Say how bad you want me.”

Your voice barely made it past your lips, needy and breathless.

“I need you, Toji… please—”

That cocky grin flickered at the corners of his mouth, satisfied, but his voice stayed rough, hungry.

“Keep beggin’, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and glossy, meeting his gaze even as you kept moving your hand.

“I need you so bad— I can’t… I need your hands, your mouth, I can’t— it’s not enough—”

His tongue clicked against his teeth, eyes blazing with something darker, hungrier.

“I know it’s not enough,” he sneered. “That’s the fuckin’ point. Want you so strung out you can’t cum without me.”

You whimpered, hips bucking, your body so close it physically hurt.

“Toji— please, please— let me—”

He stared, breath heavier, watching you break for him until finally he exhaled, rough and low.

“Cum for me, baby. Now.”

The permission shattered you, your back arched, a sharp cry leaving your throat as your body gave in, trembling hard under your own touch, the pleasure ripping through you so violently you thought you might cry.

Toji groaned under his breath, watching you fall apart for him, still standing there like he’d just conquered a battle. His hands finally dropped to his sides, and his voice dipped lower, darker.

“Look at that. Fuckin’ mess.”

You barely caught your breath when he stepped closer, kneeling on the bed between your spread thighs, his hands finally grabbing your legs, his grip rough.

“Now that’s the sight I wanted when I walked in.”

His hands slid up your thighs, squeezing, spreading them wider just to see the mess you made.

“You think you’re done?” he muttered, smirking down at you. “Nah, baby. I just got home.”

His hands were on you now, rough palms gliding up your thighs, fingertips digging into the sensitive flesh like he was staking a claim all over again.

The grin on his face was nothing short of filthy smug, feral, darkly satisfied that you’d waited, obeyed, fallen apart all by yourself and still looked at him like you needed more.

“You think one’s enough?” he muttered, low and heavy, his eyes locked on yours as his fingers toyed dangerously close to where you still pulsed and throbbed. “Not after you called me up drippin’ like that. Nah, baby. You’re not done ‘til I say.”

You barely caught your breath, thighs twitching involuntarily, overstimulated already but the ache hadn’t left. If anything, it was worse now with him here, looming over you, his heat sinking into your skin.

He watched you carefully, hand dragging slow up your stomach, splaying over your waist, large and warm. His grin crooked wider.

“Still shakin’. That’s fuckin’ cute.”

You glared weakly at him, lips parted to retort but your breath caught instead when he shoved your thighs open wider, his body sinking lower, his mouth ghosting just above where you were still soaked.

“You’re not gonna stop me, are you?” he murmured darkly, nose barely grazing the skin of your inner thigh. “You started it, sweetheart.”

You shuddered, hips twitching instinctively up toward him, and he chuckled, voice dripping with cocky amusement.

“That’s what I thought.”

And then his mouth was on you hot, open, shamelessly messy his tongue flattening and dragging a heavy stroke that made your whole body jolt. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling instinctively, and he groaned deep in his throat like he enjoyed the way you tugged.

“Fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered against you, the vibration of his voice making your thighs twitch again. “Bet you taste even better after beggin’ for me like that.”

You barely managed a sound, your body too overwhelmed, too sensitive but his hands gripped your thighs hard, keeping you in place.

“You better not run from me now, baby,” he rasped, looking up through his lashes, eyes dark and heavy. “You called me back for this. Gonna give it to you ‘til you can’t even think.”

And then he went back in slower, deeper, dragging your orgasm right back to the surface even before your body could recover, like he was hellbent on keeping you ruined all night.

Because now that he was home he wasn’t stopping

His mouth was relentless slow where it tortured, fast where it knew you’d crumble. He knew exactly where to press his tongue, where to suck, where to roll his lips just to make your stomach twist and your thighs fight against his shoulders.

You tried to shift away, too sensitive, hips wriggling but Toji just growled, deep in his chest, grabbing your hips and pinning you right back down.

“What’d I say, huh?” His voice was a gravel scrape against your skin. “You’re not goin’ anywhere. You asked for this that was your first mistake.”

You whimpered, breath stuttering, your hands pushing at his hair, but even your protests were weak. He knew better, he knew that you didn’t really want him to stop.

“You didn’t even tell me what you were doin’ on the phone,” he muttered, mouth hot and wet against your skin. “But I knew. You’re such a bad liar.”

His tongue flicked and circled, your back arching despite yourself, a soft cry tearing from your throat.

“All needy… touchin’ yourself just to my voice,” he mocked lowly, the corner of his mouth curving up against your thigh. “And you think I’d just leave you like that when I got home?”

He chuckled darkly when your hips jerked again, and then his mouth sealed around you sucking, pulling just hard enough to send your mind scrambling, the sensation teetering between unbearable and heaven.

You tried to warn him, voice high and shaky,

“Toji — I can’t — I’m gonna—”

But he didn’t stop. He flattened his tongue, humming against you like he wanted to feel the moment you broke apart. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you down firmly when your body convulsed, legs trembling violently as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp and overwhelming.

Your voice cracked on his name, hands gripping his hair tight, and only then only when you started going limp, did he slow down.

But he didn’t move away.

Instead, his hands slid up your stomach, your sides, large palms stroking slowly like he was grounding you. He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and heavy-lidded, his eyes watching your stomach rise and fall, your skin glistening.

“You really gonna do that shit again when I’m away?” he muttered, breath hot and ragged against your leg. “Touchin’ yourself all quiet like that — thinkin’ I wouldn’t find out?”

You tried to catch your breath, your lips parted but speechless. Your whole body was still vibrating, a distant pulse lingering between your thighs, yet he was still there, mouth still close enough that every breath he exhaled brushed over your sensitive skin.

“Next time, you call me,” he ordered, sitting back on his heels, eyes dark and heavy. “Don’t even think about gettin’ off without me.”

His hands stroked along your waist as his gaze dropped, watching your thighs twitch even now. He smirked, like he knew you still weren’t satisfied not completely.

“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” he muttered, voice thick with pride. “S’alright, baby. I’m not done either.”

Then he leaned back down, eyes still locked on yours

“I’ll make sure you’re too fucked out to even think about doin’ it yourself again.”

And the heat that shot through your gut was all the answer he needed.

Toji’s hands slid from your waist, tracing slow, teasing patterns up your ribs and over your chest, fingers lingering on the swell of your breasts. His touch was both possessive and tender, sending little shocks of heat through your skin despite the lingering exhaustion that clung to your muscles.

His gaze never wavered from yours, dark, intense, like he was reading every silent confession your body made. The way his eyes softened for a moment before sharpening again made your heart catch in your throat.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your collarbone. “You think you can handle that, huh? Me making sure you’re too wrecked to touch yourself without me?” His voice was a low growl, full of promise and challenge all at once.

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the sheets as his lips brushed along the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw. “I don’t know if I can, but… I want to try.”

A slow, cocky grin spread across his face. “That’s my girl.” His hands moved with deliberate slowness, pressing firmly into the curve of your hips, pulling you closer. His body settled against yours, warm and solid.

His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently as he lowered his mouth to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that was hungry and claiming, but with a softness that made your chest ache.

You melted into him, hands tracing the hard planes of his back, memorizing the way his muscles tensed under your touch. You could feel his pulse quicken, matching your own erratic rhythm.

He pulled back slightly, his voice a breathy whisper. “We’re just getting started, baby. You’re mine now. No more hiding, no more doing this alone.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears, the promise of what was to come igniting every nerve. And as his hands began to roam again, exploring, teasing, and claiming, you knew this night, this moment would be the start of something that neither of you could, or wanted to, control.

(divider not made by me; I dont take any credit for it)

[inkphoria21]

18+ Mdni

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wc: 4.4k

Boyfriend!Toji phone sex and assisted masturbation

content: masturbation (f.); orgasm denial; orgasm control; begging; phone sex; eop;

The middle of the night swallowed the apartment in quiet save for your own restless breathing, shallow and shaky.

You’d tried to ignore it. Tried to turn over, bury yourself in the pillows, in his lingering scent on the sheets, but the ache didn’t go away. It never did when he was gone, not completely.

You slipped your hand between your thighs, frustration bleeding into every slow movement, but it wasn’t enough. The bed felt too big, too cold without his weight pinning you down, without his mouth on your skin or his voice in your ear, that low, guttural murmur that made everything worse or better.

You didn’t even remember when you grabbed your phone, it was a blur between need and instinct. You didn’t care that he was on a mission, didn’t care if he picked up annoyed. You just needed to hear him.

It rang twice before his voice, gruff and low, answered.

“You alright?”

That voice already sent another wave of heat curling in your gut.

“Yeah,” you whispered, swallowing down the sound already building in your throat. “I just… couldn’t sleep.”

There was a pause a shift in the receiver, like he was moving, maybe stepping away from wherever he was.

“That why you’re callin’? Thought somethin’ happened.”

You bit your lip, hand still slow, almost teasing between your legs, your eyes fluttering shut just at the sound of his voice, close to your ear.

“Can you just… keep talking?” you asked softly. “Just for a bit.”

There was another pause, but this time it felt loaded you could feel the suspicion crackling through the line.

“You’re breathin’ funny,” Toji muttered, voice deeper now, low and dangerous. “What’re you doin’, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, but said nothing. He let the silence hang for a beat then let out a short, knowing breath, a huff of dark amusement.

“You fuckin’ touching yourself?”

Your breath hitched, thighs tightening. He chuckled low, voice turning rough and slow like gravel dragging over concrete.

“You called me just to hear my voice while you’re workin’ yourself up, huh? Dirty little thing.”

You could hear the grin in his tone now, that prideful, dark satisfaction.

“Poor baby can’t wait ‘til I’m home, huh? You that needy for me?”

You whimpered, barely audible, and that just spurred him further.

“Go on then. Let me hear it. Rub that pretty pussy for me nice and slow. Don’t you fuckin’ finish without me.”

His voice, commanding and thick with heat, made it impossible to stop and you didn’t want to. You obeyed, biting your lip, your hand matching the pace his words dictated.

“That’s it… yeah. Just like that. Bet you’re soaked already, huh? Gonna make a mess of those sheets again.”

You could hear movement on his end the weight in his breath, the way his voice dropped even further.

“Keep goin’, baby. Keep thinkin’ about me. You wait ‘til I get home I’ll show you what you really need.”

And you did you kept going, every word from his mouth dragging you closer, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You pressed the phone tighter to your ear, your other hand already deep between your thighs, breath shaky, body too hot beneath the sheets that smelled faintly of him.

Toji’s voice stayed low, steady, that rasp he carried when he was tired or aroused and you knew it was both.

“Thought I felt somethin’ the second I picked up,” he muttered, voice dark and amused. “Knew you weren’t just missin’ my voice.”

You swallowed, barely holding back the soft moan clawing up your throat. He chuckled at that slow and deep, the kind of sound that settled hot and heavy in your gut.

“You hidin’ your sounds from me? Tch. That’s not gonna fuckin’ work, baby. I know what you sound like when you’re needy.”

Your hips rocked gently into your hand, his voice a current beneath your skin, winding you tighter with every word. The pressure between your legs was unbearable now but it was him you wanted, not your own fingers, and he knew it.

“Lemme guess,” he continued, almost like he was there watching you. “You’re layin’ there, legs spread, fingers barely doin’ the job tryin’ so hard but still not good enough. ‘Cause it’s not my fuckin’ hands on you.”

You let a breath slip shaky, caught between frustration and need and he caught it, sharp as ever.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You really callin’ me up all desperate in the middle of the night just to hear me talk? Can’t even fuckin’ wait ‘til I’m back to ruin you properly.”

His voice dipped lower, rough and intimate.

“Touch your clit for me, baby. Slow. Real slow. I want you thinkin’ about my mouth there instead how good it feels when I suck on it, yeah? Tongue all messy just to hear you beg.”

You followed, the tip of your finger moving slow, deliberate circles your body tense, lips parting around gasps you couldn’t hide anymore.

“That’s it,” he breathed. “Keep goin’. You better not fuckin’ stop. Not until I tell you.”

You whimpered, thighs trembling, the tension climbing higher with each word.

“Wish I could see you right now,” he muttered, voice thick and dark. “Bet you look so fuckin’ pretty like that, all wet, squirmy, just my voice makin’ you this messy.”

You moaned soft but needy and his breath caught on the other end, voice turning rougher.

“There she is,” he rasped. “There’s my girl. That’s my fuckin’ sound.”

Your hand moved faster, your hips chasing the friction now without shame. He heard it, the slight wet sound of your fingers working, and he let out a soft groan of his own, low and rough in your ear.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy, baby. Callin’ me like this, makin’ me imagine that sweet little pussy drippin’ just for me.”

You gasped, close, body tensing your voice trembling.

“Toji— I’m—”

“Not yet,” he snapped, firm and dark. “You hold it. You fuckin’ hold it ‘til I say.”

Your body burned, thighs shaking as you tried to obey, every muscle tight with need. His voice softened just a fraction, still commanding.

“Good girl. You’re gonna wait. Then when I’m home, I’m gonna tear those sheets up makin’ you cum on my cock, yeah? None of your fingers, no toys just me. Only me.”

You moaned, body almost shaking with how badly you needed it, and he chuckled, dark and possessive.

“That’s my girl. You wait. Think about me. I’ll be home soon and when I get there, you’re not walkin’ straight for days. You hear me?”

You whimpered a soft, breathless yes, biting your lip, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to hold off.

“Good,” he muttered, voice rough and low. “Now keep your hand there, keep it fuckin’ ready for me. I want you wet when I walk through that door.”

And with that, the line went dead but his voice, his promise, it stayed hot in your ear, your body still coiled tight, waiting for him like he told you.

You let the phone fall onto the sheets beside you, chest rising and falling in uneven waves. Your hand was still between your thighs, just like he’d told you, but every nerve was thrumming, desperate and unsatisfied waiting.

You didn’t know how long you lay there, legs parted, breathing shallow, your skin burning. It could’ve been minutes or an hour. Every attempt to still your body, to calm down, failed miserably. His voice lingered in your head, deep and rough, thick with that commanding heat that made you ache.

You stared up at the ceiling, lips parted, the cool air clinging to your damp skin, feeling half-crazed.

Until the front door rattled.

You froze half thinking you were imagining it, half hoping and then you heard it again. Keys, the lock turning, the door cracking open with that familiar creak.

You didn’t even sit up. You couldn’t, your limbs too heavy, your body too wound up and tired from restraint. But your pulse kicked alive when his boots hit the floor, when the sound of his jacket being peeled off echoed down the hall.

And then his voice, low and gruff, closer than you realized:

“You listen?”

Your mouth was too dry to answer, but the way your hips shifted slightly, thighs rubbing together, said enough.

The door to the bedroom pushed open, and Toji’s figure stood there in the dim light tall, dark clothes hanging loose, blood stains faint on his sleeves, hair a little messy from the wind and the work.

His gaze dropped instantly to your bare thighs, to your fingers still nestled where he told you to keep them. He exhaled sharply, dark eyes flashing.

“Fuckin’ knew you’d still be like this.”

He didn’t even bother shedding his clothes he crossed the room in heavy strides, and then his hands were on your ankles, dragging you roughly down the bed until you were flat under him, legs parted, his body pressing into the mattress between them.

“You did good,” he muttered, voice low and hot against your ear. “Did exactly what I said. Bet you’re fuckin’ soaked, aren’t you?”

You nodded, breathless, and he groaned when his fingers dipped down, sliding over the mess between your legs.

“Shit,” he muttered. “You’re fuckin’ trembling.”

His mouth was on yours then, hard and claiming, swallowing the needy sound you couldn’t contain any longer. His tongue slid past your lips, slow and dirty, one hand gripping your jaw while the other stayed teasing between your thighs.

“My needy girl,” he muttered against your lips. “Couldn’t fuckin’ wait, huh?”

You shook your head, whining, and he chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye.

“S’fine,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek. “You waited. You listened. Now I’m gonna give you exactly what you needed.”

And then he was on you again no patience, no mercy his body heavy, his mouth devouring yours, his hands rough and hot on your skin.

You didn’t have to beg, not when he’d been imagining this just as much as you had.

His mouth tore from yours suddenly, leaving you gasping, dazed and needy under him. You blinked up at him, confusion sparking through the haze of heat but then you saw that grin.

That slow, wicked grin that meant trouble.

Toji stood up, towering over the bed, arms folded, eyes raking down your body like he was deciding how he wanted to devour you. The weight of his stare alone made your thighs twitch, still wet and aching for him.

“Nah,” he muttered, voice rough with a dark amusement. “Changed my mind.”

You swallowed thickly, heart hammering, watching him step back just enough to get the full view of you spread out.

“Wanna see how desperate you really are.”

His eyes glinted, chin tilting slightly as he looked you up and down.

“Put your hand back,” he ordered. “Touch yourself like you did on the call. Don’t think about anything else, just me watching you.”

You hesitated for a second, heat prickling up your neck, but the sharp flash in his eyes made you obey without thinking. Your hand slipped between your thighs again, fingers slick with the mess you’d been left in, and the way Toji’s eyes darkened made your pulse skip.

“Yeah,” he muttered, voice low and pleased. “Just like that. Let me hear you.”

You whimpered as your fingers circled your clit again, your body too sensitive, too eager but now with him there, his gaze pinning you down, it was worse.

He groaned under his breath, watching you with a heavy gaze, arms crossed over his chest but his jaw tight like he was holding himself back.

“Spread those legs wider. Let me see everything. Yeah, fuck, just like that.”

You gasped when you followed his order, your own embarrassment feeding the ache.

“I want you sayin’ my name while you do it,” he demanded, voice lower now, huskier. “Go on, baby. Tell me who you’re fuckin’ thinkin’ about while you’re makin’ a mess on your own hand.”

Your breath trembled out

“Toji…”

He chuckled darkly, slow and satisfied, his eyes not leaving the way your fingers worked over yourself, faster now, chasing that tension again.

“That’s right,” he murmured. “Look at you. So fuckin’ pretty when you’re needy for me. Don’t you dare cum ‘til I say, though.”

His control, his voice, the way his gaze swallowed you whole it only pushed you closer.

“Good girl,” he whispered when you trembled, your back arching, your body begging for more. “Keep goin’. Show me how bad you want it. Don’t stop ‘til I say.”

And you didn’t, you couldn’t , not when he was standing there, watching, commanding every move of your body like he owned it.

Your hips writhed against your hand, movements growing frantic, clumsy even, but you couldn’t stop. Not with the way he was watching, like he was studying you, eating up every sound that broke from your throat, every twitch of your legs.

Toji’s eyes dropped lower, gaze locked where your fingers were working, lips parted like he was starving just watching. His stance stayed cocky, arms crossed, shoulders broad, like he was perfectly in control, but the darkness in his eyes gave him away.

“So desperate,” he muttered, voice thick, a glint of pride in the rasp of it. “Didn’t even make it a night without me. You needed me this bad, huh?”

You gasped, head tipping back against the sheets, your body trembling from holding back, thighs aching from the tension.

“Say it,” he ordered. “Say how bad you want me.”

Your voice barely made it past your lips, needy and breathless.

“I need you, Toji… please—”

That cocky grin flickered at the corners of his mouth, satisfied, but his voice stayed rough, hungry.

“Keep beggin’, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and glossy, meeting his gaze even as you kept moving your hand.

“I need you so bad— I can’t… I need your hands, your mouth, I can’t— it’s not enough—”

His tongue clicked against his teeth, eyes blazing with something darker, hungrier.

“I know it’s not enough,” he sneered. “That’s the fuckin’ point. Want you so strung out you can’t cum without me.”

You whimpered, hips bucking, your body so close it physically hurt.

“Toji— please, please— let me—”

He stared, breath heavier, watching you break for him until finally he exhaled, rough and low.

“Cum for me, baby. Now.”

The permission shattered you, your back arched, a sharp cry leaving your throat as your body gave in, trembling hard under your own touch, the pleasure ripping through you so violently you thought you might cry.

Toji groaned under his breath, watching you fall apart for him, still standing there like he’d just conquered a battle. His hands finally dropped to his sides, and his voice dipped lower, darker.

“Look at that. Fuckin’ mess.”

You barely caught your breath when he stepped closer, kneeling on the bed between your spread thighs, his hands finally grabbing your legs, his grip rough.

“Now that’s the sight I wanted when I walked in.”

His hands slid up your thighs, squeezing, spreading them wider just to see the mess you made.

“You think you’re done?” he muttered, smirking down at you. “Nah, baby. I just got home.”

His hands were on you now, rough palms gliding up your thighs, fingertips digging into the sensitive flesh like he was staking a claim all over again.

The grin on his face was nothing short of filthy smug, feral, darkly satisfied that you’d waited, obeyed, fallen apart all by yourself and still looked at him like you needed more.

“You think one’s enough?” he muttered, low and heavy, his eyes locked on yours as his fingers toyed dangerously close to where you still pulsed and throbbed. “Not after you called me up drippin’ like that. Nah, baby. You’re not done ‘til I say.”

You barely caught your breath, thighs twitching involuntarily, overstimulated already but the ache hadn’t left. If anything, it was worse now with him here, looming over you, his heat sinking into your skin.

He watched you carefully, hand dragging slow up your stomach, splaying over your waist, large and warm. His grin crooked wider.

“Still shakin’. That’s fuckin’ cute.”

You glared weakly at him, lips parted to retort but your breath caught instead when he shoved your thighs open wider, his body sinking lower, his mouth ghosting just above where you were still soaked.

“You’re not gonna stop me, are you?” he murmured darkly, nose barely grazing the skin of your inner thigh. “You started it, sweetheart.”

You shuddered, hips twitching instinctively up toward him, and he chuckled, voice dripping with cocky amusement.

“That’s what I thought.”

And then his mouth was on you hot, open, shamelessly messy his tongue flattening and dragging a heavy stroke that made your whole body jolt. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers tangling instinctively, and he groaned deep in his throat like he enjoyed the way you tugged.

“Fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered against you, the vibration of his voice making your thighs twitch again. “Bet you taste even better after beggin’ for me like that.”

You barely managed a sound, your body too overwhelmed, too sensitive but his hands gripped your thighs hard, keeping you in place.

“You better not run from me now, baby,” he rasped, looking up through his lashes, eyes dark and heavy. “You called me back for this. Gonna give it to you ‘til you can’t even think.”

And then he went back in slower, deeper, dragging your orgasm right back to the surface even before your body could recover, like he was hellbent on keeping you ruined all night.

Because now that he was home he wasn’t stopping

His mouth was relentless slow where it tortured, fast where it knew you’d crumble. He knew exactly where to press his tongue, where to suck, where to roll his lips just to make your stomach twist and your thighs fight against his shoulders.

You tried to shift away, too sensitive, hips wriggling but Toji just growled, deep in his chest, grabbing your hips and pinning you right back down.

“What’d I say, huh?” His voice was a gravel scrape against your skin. “You’re not goin’ anywhere. You asked for this that was your first mistake.”

You whimpered, breath stuttering, your hands pushing at his hair, but even your protests were weak. He knew better, he knew that you didn’t really want him to stop.

“You didn’t even tell me what you were doin’ on the phone,” he muttered, mouth hot and wet against your skin. “But I knew. You’re such a bad liar.”

His tongue flicked and circled, your back arching despite yourself, a soft cry tearing from your throat.

“All needy… touchin’ yourself just to my voice,” he mocked lowly, the corner of his mouth curving up against your thigh. “And you think I’d just leave you like that when I got home?”

He chuckled darkly when your hips jerked again, and then his mouth sealed around you sucking, pulling just hard enough to send your mind scrambling, the sensation teetering between unbearable and heaven.

You tried to warn him, voice high and shaky,

“Toji — I can’t — I’m gonna—”

But he didn’t stop. He flattened his tongue, humming against you like he wanted to feel the moment you broke apart. His grip on your hips tightened, holding you down firmly when your body convulsed, legs trembling violently as another orgasm ripped through you, sharp and overwhelming.

Your voice cracked on his name, hands gripping his hair tight, and only then only when you started going limp, did he slow down.

But he didn’t move away.

Instead, his hands slid up your stomach, your sides, large palms stroking slowly like he was grounding you. He kissed the inside of your thigh, slow and heavy-lidded, his eyes watching your stomach rise and fall, your skin glistening.

“You really gonna do that shit again when I’m away?” he muttered, breath hot and ragged against your leg. “Touchin’ yourself all quiet like that — thinkin’ I wouldn’t find out?”

You tried to catch your breath, your lips parted but speechless. Your whole body was still vibrating, a distant pulse lingering between your thighs, yet he was still there, mouth still close enough that every breath he exhaled brushed over your sensitive skin.

“Next time, you call me,” he ordered, sitting back on his heels, eyes dark and heavy. “Don’t even think about gettin’ off without me.”

His hands stroked along your waist as his gaze dropped, watching your thighs twitch even now. He smirked, like he knew you still weren’t satisfied not completely.

“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” he muttered, voice thick with pride. “S’alright, baby. I’m not done either.”

Then he leaned back down, eyes still locked on yours

“I’ll make sure you’re too fucked out to even think about doin’ it yourself again.”

And the heat that shot through your gut was all the answer he needed.

Toji’s hands slid from your waist, tracing slow, teasing patterns up your ribs and over your chest, fingers lingering on the swell of your breasts. His touch was both possessive and tender, sending little shocks of heat through your skin despite the lingering exhaustion that clung to your muscles.

His gaze never wavered from yours, dark, intense, like he was reading every silent confession your body made. The way his eyes softened for a moment before sharpening again made your heart catch in your throat.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your collarbone. “You think you can handle that, huh? Me making sure you’re too wrecked to touch yourself without me?” His voice was a low growl, full of promise and challenge all at once.

You swallowed hard, your fingers curling into the sheets as his lips brushed along the sensitive skin just beneath your jaw. “I don’t know if I can, but… I want to try.”

A slow, cocky grin spread across his face. “That’s my girl.” His hands moved with deliberate slowness, pressing firmly into the curve of your hips, pulling you closer. His body settled against yours, warm and solid.

His fingers tangled in your hair, tugging gently as he lowered his mouth to yours, capturing your lips in a kiss that was hungry and claiming, but with a softness that made your chest ache.

You melted into him, hands tracing the hard planes of his back, memorizing the way his muscles tensed under your touch. You could feel his pulse quicken, matching your own erratic rhythm.

He pulled back slightly, his voice a breathy whisper. “We’re just getting started, baby. You’re mine now. No more hiding, no more doing this alone.”

Your pulse thundered in your ears, the promise of what was to come igniting every nerve. And as his hands began to roam again, exploring, teasing, and claiming, you knew this night, this moment would be the start of something that neither of you could, or wanted to, control.

(divider not made by me; I dont take any credit for it)

[inkphoria21]

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Boyfriend!Toji uses readers showerhead on her

Content: unprotected p in v sex; begging; overstimulation; dirty talk; showerhead; mutual masturbation; nipple play; nipple orgasm; manhandling; showerhead

You stood at the sink, warm water running over your hands, half-distracted while rinsing dishes, your body already tender and aching from the days leading up to your period. Your breasts felt heavy, oversensitive every brush of fabric against them throughout the day making you grit your teeth and ignore it.

You didn’t hear Toji walk in, but you felt him the heat of his chest pressing against your back, his arm snaking low around your waist.

His other hand slid up your stomach slow, deliberate, before palming one breast fully, squeezing.

“Mm,” he rumbled low at your ear. “Always in my fuckin’ way when I need you.”

You let out a soft breath, trying not to drop the glass you were rinsing.

“Toji— I’m busy,” you muttered weakly, but you didn’t move.

“You always say that when you’re like this,” he teased, voice thick and lazy. “You think I don’t notice? Been walkin’ around here, all achy, tits heavy, just waitin’ for me to touch ‘em.”

He grinned against your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin, and when you shivered helplessly he squeezed harder, both hands now fully groping, kneading your breasts through the thin fabric of your top.

The sound that came out of you was embarrassingly soft, breath shaky, your knees buckling just slightly.

Toji noticed immediately, chuckling deep and low.

“Fuckin’ sensitive,” he muttered, hands moving like he owned you. “That time of the month comin’, huh?”

You nodded, barely able to respond properly and that only seemed to spark something darker in him.

He adjusted his hips flush against your ass, pressing close, and his hands didn’t stop, thumbing your nipples through your top, squeezing until your head was tilting back against his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna come just from this, baby,” he laughed, low and cocky. “Shit, that easy?”

You whimpered, trying to focus on your task, but your body betrayed you your thighs clenching, pulse quickening, your breath coming faster with every roll of his rough palms against your sensitive chest.

“Fuck… Toji- ” you gasped, gripping the edge of the sink to keep steady, “—don’t…”

“Don’t?” he repeated with a grin, dragging his tongue along your throat. “You’re so fuckin’ close, aren’t you? Shit, baby, I can feel it.”

You wanted to deny it wanted to tell him to stop or that you’d lose it but you couldn’t. Your body was flushed hot, nipples throbbing under his touch, your stomach tightening with every pass of his hands.

And before you could stop yourself before you could think your legs shook, a hot wave rushing through your core, and the tiniest, breathiest moan spilled from your lips.

Your body went soft against him, legs weak, and Toji froze for a second before laughing, dark and smug.

“Holy shit—” he muttered, his voice full of disbelief and delight, “—you just fuckin’ came.”

You covered your mouth, face burning, your body still trembling from the release you couldn’t control.

“Goddamn,” he said, one hand still palming your breast while the other slid down to grip your waist, pulling you back tighter to him. “Didn’t even have to try.”

“You’re... you’re a fucking menace,” you breathed, half-laughing, half-mortified.

He nipped at your ear, voice cocky and low, “Yeah? Then why’d you come so easy for me, baby?”

You tried to turn, but he held you tight in place, his hands possessive and still heavy on your skin.

“Next time,” he muttered darkly, “you’re gonna let me watch your face when it happens.”

Afterwards, I step into the shower. The water was already running hot, steam clouding the glass of the shower when you stepped in, your skin still flushed and overly sensitive from earlier. You hadn’t expected your body to betray you like that the heat that’d coiled so fast, all from his hands on your chest.

You leaned under the spray, trying to clear your head, the heat soothing but also waking up every nerve along your skin.

Then the door cracked open, and you didn’t even need to look back to know it was Toji. His presence was too heavy quiet footsteps with a confidence that didn’t need announcing.

You heard the grin in his voice before you saw him.

“Still sensitive?”

“Toji,” you warned, though there was little weight to your voice. “Don’t start.”

That was as good as an invitation.

You felt his arm wrap around your middle, pulling your back flush against his still-warm, still-damp body. He’d stripped as soon as he’d entered, not caring to wait. His hand slid up immediately, wet and heavy against your breast, his other bracing against your hip.

“Couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you all day,” he muttered against the shell of your ear. “Knew I could get you off again like this.”

You scoffed, trying to push his hand away with no real strength, “That was just because I’m sensitive.”

But he laughed, low and cocky, and his grip only got firmer, his rough palm kneading and rolling your breast again less gentle this time, testing your limit.

“Mm? Sensitive?” he taunted, his thumb brushing your nipple in slow, wet circles. “You sure about that?”

You hissed softly, your body betraying you just like earlier, hips shifting away from his, but he only chuckled deeper.

“Let me see.”

He moved his hand from your hip down between your legs his fingers dragging through your folds, slow, just enough pressure to make your thighs tense.

“Fuck... wet already,” he muttered against your neck. “Just from this? Thought you’d still need more.”

The warmth of the water, the heavy weight of his hands, the knowing way his touch lingered between your legs and circled your clit without even trying too hard it was overwhelming. Worse, your breasts still ached with the phantom pulse from earlier, and his free hand didn’t give them any mercy.

“Toji—” you gasped, feeling yourself tip embarrassingly fast.

His laugh was low and smug, fingers moving in slow circles, matching the way he kept massaging your breasts.

“You gonna cum again, baby?” he murmured against your temple, voice thick with heat. “Already? You really that easy for me now?”

You tried to shake your head but your knees trembled your body hot under the water and hotter under his touch.

“Shit— you’re shakin’. Don’t fight it,” he muttered darkly. “Let it happen.”

And just like that, the second wave crashed through you sudden, sharp, your body jerking slightly in his hold as you moaned out, breathless and caught off-guard.

He cursed under his breath, grinning so dark and low.

“Again, fuckin’ hell,” he said, his voice half in awe, half in smug disbelief. “Didn’t even have to fuck you.”

You slumped against him, your chest rising and falling fast, hands bracing on the tile.

“Fuck… you,” you panted, embarrassed at how quick it’d hit you again.

But he didn’t let up his hands still slow and heavy, possessive, tracing over your sensitive body, like he wanted to see how much more he could drag out of you.

“I’m never gonna stop touching you if this is how easy it is now,” he muttered, voice dark and sure. “You’re fuckin’ made for me.”

You whined softly, barely able to stand, your legs jelly under you and he just laughed quietly, satisfied, like this was only the beginning.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Toji shifted behind you, his hand still firmly cupping between your legs, the other kneading at your breast like he couldn’t get enough.

Then you felt him stretch past you, twisting the showerhead loose from its holder.

Your eyes widened immediately.

“Toji—” you warned, already breathless, but your voice cracked when he chuckled behind you low and dangerous, the sound of a man who knew exactly how wrecked you already were.

“Since you’re so sensitive,” he muttered, voice heavy with amusement, “figured we might as well use what’s here, hm?”

You shook your head weakly, reaching to catch his wrist, but he easily pinned your hand to the slick wall, his body flush to your back.

“Relax,” he muttered, brushing your ear with his mouth. “I’ll be gentle.”

That was a lie.

He tested the water spray with his hand, making sure it wasn’t too hot, then with no hesitation, he directed the pulse right to your clit sudden and sharp, the heat and pressure hitting the swollen nerves just right.

You gasped loud and shaky your hips jerking forward, but his free hand stayed locked on your waist, keeping you still.

“Already squirming,” he teased, his voice rough and hot against your neck. “Barely touched you yet.”

“Toji— wait— I can’t—” you stammered, but the water was relentless, the heat adding to the heavy ache building deep in your core. Every pass of the water made you shudder harder.

“Sure you can,” he said darkly. “I want to see you make a mess again.”

Your body trembled, the sensation too sharp, too much your breath quick and shallow. But you couldn’t pull away, his grip ironclad on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You whined his name half a cry, half a plea but all it did was make him grin, his hand squeezing your waist possessively.

“Sensitive little thing,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder, eyes heavy on the way your body was shaking. “Bet I could get another one out of you after this too.”

It hit you suddenly the sharp wave building fast from the water and his voice and the weight of his body keeping you caged. Your legs started to give, and you cried out his name, the sound echoing against the tile, your orgasm ripping through you too fast, too sharp, your entire body tightening and then unraveling under his hands.

You were panting, barely upright, but he didn’t let up immediately kept the spray against you until your legs buckled completely.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, catching you fully when you started to slide down. “You can’t even stand.”

He chuckled low, proud, smug as hell. He twisted the water off, finally, and pulled you back against his chest, one arm around your waist, the other still palming your breast almost idly now.

“Gotta keep the showerhead close from now on,” he muttered against your ear, pressing his mouth there. “You’re gonna give me a fuckin’ complex if you keep cumming this fast.”

You wanted to scold him, or tease him back but you couldn’t catch your breath, your head lolling back onto his shoulder, skin burning. Toji crouched down with you still trembling in his grip, a dark, satisfied grin playing on his mouth.

“Sit down,” he muttered, voice low but commanding, his hands guiding your weak knees to fold as he sat you carefully on the floor of the shower, the tile still hot beneath you. “There you go.”

You blinked up at him, flushed and hazy, still catching your breath when he grabbed the showerhead again. The smirk deepened as he leaned over you, trailing it along your thigh deliberately slow, teasing.

“One more,” he said, almost to himself, almost like he was just thinking aloud. “Think you can give me one more today, baby?”

You tried to shake your head your body already worn raw but your breath caught when he suddenly handed the showerhead to you.

His voice dropped an octave, dark and rough.

“Do it yourself this time.”

You stared up at him, lips parted, a little too dazed to register his meaning until his other hand palmed his already-hard cock thick and heavy in his grip as he slowly worked himself, eyes glued to you.

“C’mon,” he muttered, thumb swiping lazily over his tip. “Wanna see you fall apart like that just one more time let me see how pretty you look when you do it yourself.”

Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low, your body far too responsive even after everything he’d already done. Something about the way he stood over you, stroking himself so shamelessly while staring you down, made you want to give in made your thighs squeeze together instinctively.

You swallowed, then slowly raised the showerhead, guiding the stream of water back between your legs, barely grazing your clit.

Toji watched your reaction sharp and greedy his pace on himself increasing the second your lips parted on a gasp.

“Yeah,” he rasped, watching the way your thighs twitched. “Just like that. Don’t fuckin’ stop.”

Your body jerked at the pulse of the water, the ache blooming fast oversensitive but still hungry for more. Your breathing quickened as you tried to keep the stream steady, your back arching instinctively.

Toji groaned, his hand working rougher now, his chest rising and falling heavy.

“Shit, baby… you’re too fuckin’ good like this,” he muttered. “Such a mess for me...just for me.”

Hearing him seeing the way his abs tightened, his biceps flexed as he worked himself, never looking away from your body it dragged you closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.

“Toji—” you whimpered, hips twitching, the sensation sharp and hot and unbearable.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered again, voice hard, almost strained now. “Wanna see you cum. Let me fuckin’ see it.”

And that did it. Your body snapped again, your back arching with a broken moan, thighs trembling as the orgasm overtook you faster than you could control clenching around nothing, water splashing around your hips.

Toji cursed, low and guttural, his own strokes growing uneven watching you fall apart like that, so fucked out and obedient.

“Goddamn—” he muttered, his hand moving faster, gaze glued to the way you shook beneath the spray.

Still catching your breath, your hand dropped, the showerhead clattering faintly against the tile. You barely had strength to lift your head when you heard his breathing hitch and then you saw him cum too, low grunts leaving his throat as he spilled across his hand, his abs flexing with each pulse.

He exhaled sharp, eyes heavy on you as he milked himself through it, then knelt down in front of you, grabbing your jaw with his wet, rough hand.

“Pretty fuckin’ thing,” he muttered, lips brushing yours. “Can’t keep my eyes off you when you’re like this.”

You were breathless, boneless barely able to sit up and he just kissed you, deep and slow, like he wasn’t completely spent himself.

“Next time,” he whispered, teeth grazing your mouth, “I’m not lettin’ you use that showerhead. S’gonna be just me.”

You could only hum weakly, dazed and flushed, as he smirked against your lips satisfied, possessive, and already thinking about when he’d ruin you again.

( divider is not made by me; I dont take any credit for it)

[inkphoria21]

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Boyfriend!Toji uses readers showerhead on her

Content: unprotected p in v sex; begging; overstimulation; dirty talk; showerhead; mutual masturbation; nipple play; nipple orgasm; manhandling; showerhead

You stood at the sink, warm water running over your hands, half-distracted while rinsing dishes, your body already tender and aching from the days leading up to your period. Your breasts felt heavy, oversensitive every brush of fabric against them throughout the day making you grit your teeth and ignore it.

You didn’t hear Toji walk in, but you felt him the heat of his chest pressing against your back, his arm snaking low around your waist.

His other hand slid up your stomach slow, deliberate, before palming one breast fully, squeezing.

“Mm,” he rumbled low at your ear. “Always in my fuckin’ way when I need you.”

You let out a soft breath, trying not to drop the glass you were rinsing.

“Toji— I’m busy,” you muttered weakly, but you didn’t move.

“You always say that when you’re like this,” he teased, voice thick and lazy. “You think I don’t notice? Been walkin’ around here, all achy, tits heavy, just waitin’ for me to touch ‘em.”

He grinned against your neck, dragging his teeth along your skin, and when you shivered helplessly he squeezed harder, both hands now fully groping, kneading your breasts through the thin fabric of your top.

The sound that came out of you was embarrassingly soft, breath shaky, your knees buckling just slightly.

Toji noticed immediately, chuckling deep and low.

“Fuckin’ sensitive,” he muttered, hands moving like he owned you. “That time of the month comin’, huh?”

You nodded, barely able to respond properly and that only seemed to spark something darker in him.

He adjusted his hips flush against your ass, pressing close, and his hands didn’t stop, thumbing your nipples through your top, squeezing until your head was tilting back against his shoulder.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna come just from this, baby,” he laughed, low and cocky. “Shit, that easy?”

You whimpered, trying to focus on your task, but your body betrayed you your thighs clenching, pulse quickening, your breath coming faster with every roll of his rough palms against your sensitive chest.

“Fuck… Toji- ” you gasped, gripping the edge of the sink to keep steady, “—don’t…”

“Don’t?” he repeated with a grin, dragging his tongue along your throat. “You’re so fuckin’ close, aren’t you? Shit, baby, I can feel it.”

You wanted to deny it wanted to tell him to stop or that you’d lose it but you couldn’t. Your body was flushed hot, nipples throbbing under his touch, your stomach tightening with every pass of his hands.

And before you could stop yourself before you could think your legs shook, a hot wave rushing through your core, and the tiniest, breathiest moan spilled from your lips.

Your body went soft against him, legs weak, and Toji froze for a second before laughing, dark and smug.

“Holy shit—” he muttered, his voice full of disbelief and delight, “—you just fuckin’ came.”

You covered your mouth, face burning, your body still trembling from the release you couldn’t control.

“Goddamn,” he said, one hand still palming your breast while the other slid down to grip your waist, pulling you back tighter to him. “Didn’t even have to try.”

“You’re... you’re a fucking menace,” you breathed, half-laughing, half-mortified.

He nipped at your ear, voice cocky and low, “Yeah? Then why’d you come so easy for me, baby?”

You tried to turn, but he held you tight in place, his hands possessive and still heavy on your skin.

“Next time,” he muttered darkly, “you’re gonna let me watch your face when it happens.”

Afterwards, I step into the shower. The water was already running hot, steam clouding the glass of the shower when you stepped in, your skin still flushed and overly sensitive from earlier. You hadn’t expected your body to betray you like that the heat that’d coiled so fast, all from his hands on your chest.

You leaned under the spray, trying to clear your head, the heat soothing but also waking up every nerve along your skin.

Then the door cracked open, and you didn’t even need to look back to know it was Toji. His presence was too heavy quiet footsteps with a confidence that didn’t need announcing.

You heard the grin in his voice before you saw him.

“Still sensitive?”

“Toji,” you warned, though there was little weight to your voice. “Don’t start.”

That was as good as an invitation.

You felt his arm wrap around your middle, pulling your back flush against his still-warm, still-damp body. He’d stripped as soon as he’d entered, not caring to wait. His hand slid up immediately, wet and heavy against your breast, his other bracing against your hip.

“Couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout you all day,” he muttered against the shell of your ear. “Knew I could get you off again like this.”

You scoffed, trying to push his hand away with no real strength, “That was just because I’m sensitive.”

But he laughed, low and cocky, and his grip only got firmer, his rough palm kneading and rolling your breast again less gentle this time, testing your limit.

“Mm? Sensitive?” he taunted, his thumb brushing your nipple in slow, wet circles. “You sure about that?”

You hissed softly, your body betraying you just like earlier, hips shifting away from his, but he only chuckled deeper.

“Let me see.”

He moved his hand from your hip down between your legs his fingers dragging through your folds, slow, just enough pressure to make your thighs tense.

“Fuck... wet already,” he muttered against your neck. “Just from this? Thought you’d still need more.”

The warmth of the water, the heavy weight of his hands, the knowing way his touch lingered between your legs and circled your clit without even trying too hard it was overwhelming. Worse, your breasts still ached with the phantom pulse from earlier, and his free hand didn’t give them any mercy.

“Toji—” you gasped, feeling yourself tip embarrassingly fast.

His laugh was low and smug, fingers moving in slow circles, matching the way he kept massaging your breasts.

“You gonna cum again, baby?” he murmured against your temple, voice thick with heat. “Already? You really that easy for me now?”

You tried to shake your head but your knees trembled your body hot under the water and hotter under his touch.

“Shit— you’re shakin’. Don’t fight it,” he muttered darkly. “Let it happen.”

And just like that, the second wave crashed through you sudden, sharp, your body jerking slightly in his hold as you moaned out, breathless and caught off-guard.

He cursed under his breath, grinning so dark and low.

“Again, fuckin’ hell,” he said, his voice half in awe, half in smug disbelief. “Didn’t even have to fuck you.”

You slumped against him, your chest rising and falling fast, hands bracing on the tile.

“Fuck… you,” you panted, embarrassed at how quick it’d hit you again.

But he didn’t let up his hands still slow and heavy, possessive, tracing over your sensitive body, like he wanted to see how much more he could drag out of you.

“I’m never gonna stop touching you if this is how easy it is now,” he muttered, voice dark and sure. “You’re fuckin’ made for me.”

You whined softly, barely able to stand, your legs jelly under you and he just laughed quietly, satisfied, like this was only the beginning.

You barely had time to catch your breath before Toji shifted behind you, his hand still firmly cupping between your legs, the other kneading at your breast like he couldn’t get enough.

Then you felt him stretch past you, twisting the showerhead loose from its holder.

Your eyes widened immediately.

“Toji—” you warned, already breathless, but your voice cracked when he chuckled behind you low and dangerous, the sound of a man who knew exactly how wrecked you already were.

“Since you’re so sensitive,” he muttered, voice heavy with amusement, “figured we might as well use what’s here, hm?”

You shook your head weakly, reaching to catch his wrist, but he easily pinned your hand to the slick wall, his body flush to your back.

“Relax,” he muttered, brushing your ear with his mouth. “I’ll be gentle.”

That was a lie.

He tested the water spray with his hand, making sure it wasn’t too hot, then with no hesitation, he directed the pulse right to your clit sudden and sharp, the heat and pressure hitting the swollen nerves just right.

You gasped loud and shaky your hips jerking forward, but his free hand stayed locked on your waist, keeping you still.

“Already squirming,” he teased, his voice rough and hot against your neck. “Barely touched you yet.”

“Toji— wait— I can’t—” you stammered, but the water was relentless, the heat adding to the heavy ache building deep in your core. Every pass of the water made you shudder harder.

“Sure you can,” he said darkly. “I want to see you make a mess again.”

Your body trembled, the sensation too sharp, too much your breath quick and shallow. But you couldn’t pull away, his grip ironclad on your hips, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

You whined his name half a cry, half a plea but all it did was make him grin, his hand squeezing your waist possessively.

“Sensitive little thing,” he murmured, kissing your shoulder, eyes heavy on the way your body was shaking. “Bet I could get another one out of you after this too.”

It hit you suddenly the sharp wave building fast from the water and his voice and the weight of his body keeping you caged. Your legs started to give, and you cried out his name, the sound echoing against the tile, your orgasm ripping through you too fast, too sharp, your entire body tightening and then unraveling under his hands.

You were panting, barely upright, but he didn’t let up immediately kept the spray against you until your legs buckled completely.

“Shit, baby,” he muttered, catching you fully when you started to slide down. “You can’t even stand.”

He chuckled low, proud, smug as hell. He twisted the water off, finally, and pulled you back against his chest, one arm around your waist, the other still palming your breast almost idly now.

“Gotta keep the showerhead close from now on,” he muttered against your ear, pressing his mouth there. “You’re gonna give me a fuckin’ complex if you keep cumming this fast.”

You wanted to scold him, or tease him back but you couldn’t catch your breath, your head lolling back onto his shoulder, skin burning. Toji crouched down with you still trembling in his grip, a dark, satisfied grin playing on his mouth.

“Sit down,” he muttered, voice low but commanding, his hands guiding your weak knees to fold as he sat you carefully on the floor of the shower, the tile still hot beneath you. “There you go.”

You blinked up at him, flushed and hazy, still catching your breath when he grabbed the showerhead again. The smirk deepened as he leaned over you, trailing it along your thigh deliberately slow, teasing.

“One more,” he said, almost to himself, almost like he was just thinking aloud. “Think you can give me one more today, baby?”

You tried to shake your head your body already worn raw but your breath caught when he suddenly handed the showerhead to you.

His voice dropped an octave, dark and rough.

“Do it yourself this time.”

You stared up at him, lips parted, a little too dazed to register his meaning until his other hand palmed his already-hard cock thick and heavy in his grip as he slowly worked himself, eyes glued to you.

“C’mon,” he muttered, thumb swiping lazily over his tip. “Wanna see you fall apart like that just one more time let me see how pretty you look when you do it yourself.”

Your stomach twisted, heat pooling low, your body far too responsive even after everything he’d already done. Something about the way he stood over you, stroking himself so shamelessly while staring you down, made you want to give in made your thighs squeeze together instinctively.

You swallowed, then slowly raised the showerhead, guiding the stream of water back between your legs, barely grazing your clit.

Toji watched your reaction sharp and greedy his pace on himself increasing the second your lips parted on a gasp.

“Yeah,” he rasped, watching the way your thighs twitched. “Just like that. Don’t fuckin’ stop.”

Your body jerked at the pulse of the water, the ache blooming fast oversensitive but still hungry for more. Your breathing quickened as you tried to keep the stream steady, your back arching instinctively.

Toji groaned, his hand working rougher now, his chest rising and falling heavy.

“Shit, baby… you’re too fuckin’ good like this,” he muttered. “Such a mess for me...just for me.”

Hearing him seeing the way his abs tightened, his biceps flexed as he worked himself, never looking away from your body it dragged you closer to the edge embarrassingly fast.

“Toji—” you whimpered, hips twitching, the sensation sharp and hot and unbearable.

“Don’t stop,” he ordered again, voice hard, almost strained now. “Wanna see you cum. Let me fuckin’ see it.”

And that did it. Your body snapped again, your back arching with a broken moan, thighs trembling as the orgasm overtook you faster than you could control clenching around nothing, water splashing around your hips.

Toji cursed, low and guttural, his own strokes growing uneven watching you fall apart like that, so fucked out and obedient.

“Goddamn—” he muttered, his hand moving faster, gaze glued to the way you shook beneath the spray.

Still catching your breath, your hand dropped, the showerhead clattering faintly against the tile. You barely had strength to lift your head when you heard his breathing hitch and then you saw him cum too, low grunts leaving his throat as he spilled across his hand, his abs flexing with each pulse.

He exhaled sharp, eyes heavy on you as he milked himself through it, then knelt down in front of you, grabbing your jaw with his wet, rough hand.

“Pretty fuckin’ thing,” he muttered, lips brushing yours. “Can’t keep my eyes off you when you’re like this.”

You were breathless, boneless barely able to sit up and he just kissed you, deep and slow, like he wasn’t completely spent himself.

“Next time,” he whispered, teeth grazing your mouth, “I’m not lettin’ you use that showerhead. S’gonna be just me.”

You could only hum weakly, dazed and flushed, as he smirked against your lips satisfied, possessive, and already thinking about when he’d ruin you again.

( divider is not made by me; I dont take any credit for it)

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Boyfriend!Toji first time squirting

Content: squirting; light bondage; masturbation (f.); unprotected p in v sex; begging; manhandling; crying; overstimulation

You’re straddling him on the couch, the weight of your body pressed close as your mouths move in sync heated, slow but deep. Toji’s hands are everywhere, palms rough and greedy as they shape your waist, your ass, pulling you tighter into his lap like he’s trying to imprint your body onto his.

But then you pull back breathless, flushed and there’s a glint in your eye that has him pausing.

“What’s that look for?” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching like he already knows you’re about to pull something.

You don’t answer. Instead, you reach behind you, tugging the silk belt loose from your robe, the soft swish of the fabric catching his attention. Before he can get another word out, you grab both his wrists and pull them up, tying them together snug and tight above his head.

His brows lift, eyes sharpening instantly.

“Really?” His voice is thick, low. “You’re cuffin’ me now?”

You smirk and lean in close, just enough for your lips to brush his. “You can break out of this any time.”

“Damn right I can.” His eyes flicker to your mouth, dark and wanting. “But I’m startin’ to like this already.”

You kiss him one last time, slow and full of tease, before you slide off his lap and stand in front of him, completely bare except for the robe hanging open. His eyes track every inch of your body—lazily, hungry until his gaze settles between your legs.

“What’re you playin’ at?” he asks, voice a little rougher now.

But you don’t answer. You just trail your own hand down your stomach, fingers slipping between your thighs as you stand there, right in front of him, your back arched just enough to make sure he sees everything. You start touching yourself, slow and teasing, and his jaw flexes.

“Toji,” you whisper, watching his eyes narrow. “Just watch.”

His arms tense in the silk ties, shoulders flexing like he’s testing the strength of it because his instinct is to grab you, haul you back onto his lap, fuck you deep until your legs are shaking. But he stays put, barely.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, watching your fingers, your face, the soft little sounds you make as your pace quickens. “You gonna come just like that? Standin’ there like a fuckin’ dream?”

Your body starts trembling, the sensation hitting you faster than expected the thrill of his eyes on you, of him powerless to touch, pushing you faster toward your edge.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your knees almost buckling, your free hand grabbing the back of a chair to steady yourself. Toji notices immediately, sitting forward despite his tied hands, like he wants to catch you before you fall.

“Easy,” he warns, voice dark but amused. “Look at you. Can’t even stand, huh?”

You gasp, sharp and broken, your body jerking as you hit your climax harder than you expected your thighs twitching, legs barely holding you up as you cry out, head falling back, fingers still moving as the pleasure rips through you.

Toji groans under his breath, eyes locked on the mess you’re making of yourself, his hips shifting beneath the strain of the silk holding his hands back.

When your legs almost give out, he grits his teeth.

“Get over here, now,” he growls, voice deep and cutting. “Untie me before I break this thing and fuckin’ grab you.”

You stumble a little, still shaking, a breathless laugh escaping as you meet his gaze. But your knees are weak, your whole body unsteady, and it makes him smirk darkly even as his eyes stay heavy on your soaked thighs.

“Couldn’t even stand through it,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ knew you’d do that to yourself.”

You move closer, reaching to undo the knot, but his eyes stay trained on your face. “Soon as these come off,” he warns, “you’re not standin’ at all.”

The second you undo the knot, Toji’s wrists snap free, and he’s on you in a blink. Hands wrapping around your waist, dragging you onto his lap rough, eager, starved.

But before you can catch your breath, you murmur breathlessly against his ear, “You can do whatever you want to me now.”

That tips something over in him. His eyes flash darker, his grin turning sharp. “Whatever I want, huh?” he repeats low, almost a threat but heavy with anticipation.

You nod, still trembling a little, but the challenge is clear in your gaze. And that’s all he needs.

Toji doesn’t waste time. He stands, lifting you with zero effort, slinging you over his shoulder, your breath hitching with a startled laugh. He carries you easily, like you’re weightless, through the apartment until he kicks the bedroom door open.

He throws you on the bed messy, manhandling, just the way he knows drives you crazy. But this time, there’s a different glint in his eye.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, standing at the edge of the bed, his body looming over you, dark and broad. “Whatever I want?”

You swallow and nod. “Yes.”

He chuckles, slow and low. “Don’t regret it now, baby.”

And then he pulls out something from the drawer next to the bed soft rope. He’s never used it on you before, though you’ve joked about it once or twice. But he never pushed it until now.

You watch, chest rising fast, curiosity and heat pooling in your stomach.

“Spread out,” he commands, voice rough but controlled. “Hands up.”

You obey, arms above your head, and his hands are so sure, so steady, as he binds your wrists to the headboard. The rope is firm but soft, not biting, but snug enough that there’s no give.

Once he’s satisfied, he steps back to admire his work, eyes raking over your bare body, wrists tied, flushed, breath shaky.

“Shit,” he mutters, his voice thick with arousal. “Should’ve done this months ago.”

You squirm, thighs pressing together, but he shakes his head.

“Uh-uh,” he warns, crawling over you slowly, deliberately. “You said whatever I want.”

He drags his hands down your body palm to breast, hip to thigh—like he owns every inch.

“Been thinking about how fuckin’ spoiled you are,” he mutters, “always takin’ control when you want it.” His hand brushes down to your core, already slick. “But this? This is mine.”

And then his mouth is on you slow, intense, consuming, taking his time to make you squirm, to make you beg with every roll of his tongue. You can’t pull away, can’t close your legs, can’t grab his hair, and it drives you insane.

“You’re drippin’ already,” he growls against your skin. “Pathetic. Barely tied you up and you’re ready to break.”

You whimper, back arching off the bed.

“You want more?” he asks, voice heavy, low. “Say it. Tell me you want me to ruin you.”

You nod frantically, breath catching. “Ruin me, Toji. Please.”

And his chuckle is dark, satisfied. “That’s more like it.”

With that, he doesn’t hold back using his mouth, his fingers, his weight, pushing you into the mattress as he takes his time, as you squirm and beg and shiver under every touch. You can’t move, can’t grab him, can’t stop him even if you wanted to.

When you start shaking from the brink again, he pulls back just enough to smirk.

“We’re not stoppin’ till you’re cryin’ for it,” he mutters. “Told you, you gave me permission.”

His grin widens when he sees your breathing pick up, your body fighting against the ropes like it’s instinct like you’re desperate to touch him back but can’t. That helplessness only makes the knot in your stomach coil tighter, different this time, heavier, deeper.

“You’re close,” Toji mutters, dragging his mouth up your stomach, his eyes dark and fixed on yours. “But this one’s gonna hit different, I can feel it.”

You whimper under him, your body burning, nerves shot. The way he’s watching you, the slow press of his palm between your thighs, the weight of his body pinning you down it’s all working your head into a haze. But what’s worse, or better, is that you can’t do anything but take it.

And he knows it.

You feel it suddenly that heat building lower, deeper. It’s not sharp and quick like usual. It’s overwhelming, like something’s winding up too tight inside you, pressure building so deep in your gut it feels like you might break.

“Toji—” you gasp, eyes wide, “wait— it feels—”

He shushes you with his mouth against your ear, his fingers moving slow but relentless, his body keeping you open, vulnerable.

“Let it,” he mutters, voice thick and dark, “don’t fight it. I wanna see what it does to you.”

Your hips are twitching, legs trying to close, thighs shaking, but he’s keeping you spread, his weight locking you down, murmuring low praise against your ear, his tone cocky, rough like he knew your body better than you did.

And then it snaps, a wave of heat that floods you from the core out, but instead of just an ordinary climax, you feel your body convulse wetter, messier, your legs trembling uncontrollably as the release gushes from you, your vision nearly white for a second.

Your breath catches, your body jerks you’ve never come like this before, sudden and so heavy it leaves you dazed and panting.

Toji pulls back just a little, looking down, eyes burning as he watches your soaked thighs, the way you’re shaking and breathless.

“Holy shit,” he laughs, dark and breathless himself, “You squirted for me.”

You blink up at him, chest heaving, still trembling. “I— I didn’t— I didn’t know I could—”

His grin is wild, proud and hungry. He leans down, pressing his mouth against yours rough, heated, claiming.

“Yeah? You didn’t know?” he teases against your lips. “Shit, baby. We’re doin’ that again.”

You shake your head weakly, whimpering, your body too sensitive, but he chuckles low.

“Uh-uh. You said I could do what I want, remember?” He grabs your chin, making you look at him. “That wasn’t a one-time thing. I’m gonna have you like that again and next time, I’m not stoppin’ till you’re cryin’ about it.”

Because he’s already lowering his mouth back down, already set on pulling that same release out of you again just because now he knows he can. Toji didn’t even let you rest long.

You’d barely caught your breath, body still trembling and soaked, when his hands were already working at the knots of the robe belt he’d tied you with. His eyes, heavy and dark, stayed locked on yours the whole time, a crooked grin playing on his mouth.

“You think I was just talkin’ shit?” he muttered low, dragging your wrists free. “Nah, sweetheart. I meant that.”

You whimpered softly, your limbs still weak, muscles buzzing but he didn’t care. He manhandled you up against him, dragging you flush to his lap, his hands hot and greedy, gripping your hips and ass, fingers bruising.

“You’re gonna take it again. Gonna give me that messy little thing you just did again. And again if I want.”

“Toji—” you gasped, hips twitching already with anticipation, nerves still raw.

He squeezed your thighs roughly. “You can cry about it if it’s too much. I won’t stop. Not till I’ve ruined that cute little body. Yeah?”

You nodded weakly, eyes wide, brain already melting from his voice alone.

“Good girl.”

His mouth crashed into yours, heavy and demanding, tongue pushing deep like he was starving tasting the needy sounds you barely made. His hand slid down again, his fingers pressing right into that slick heat, knowing exactly where to touch slow, firm, dragging that unbearable sensitivity back to the surface.

Your head tipped back, a whimper slipping free, but his other hand caught your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes open,” he ordered, voice thick and rough. “I wanna see how fast I can break you.”

You tried, you really tried, but the way his fingers worked you slow but merciless had your body twitching and your thighs shaking all over again. Your breath caught, heartbeat pounding like a drum in your ears.

It was already too much, but he didn’t stop. His pace never wavered. His hand his mouth stayed on you, commanding you to keep going, to feel all of it.

And then it snapped again harder, wetter, overwhelming. Your body convulsed in his grip, your hips jerking as that same intense, liquid release gushed out of you, making a mess of his lap.

Toji groaned deep, his hands holding you down, watching it all happen with ravenous eyes.

“Fuck that’s it. That’s my girl,” he praised low, pride dripping from his tone. “So fuckin’ pretty when you break like that.”

You gasped, body still twitching, tears slipping free without you even realizing, it was just too much.

But he kissed those tears, dragging his mouth along your jaw, licking them up, his voice smug against your skin.

“Didn’t think you’d give it up twice, huh?” He chuckled darkly. “Told you I’d do it again. You’re not even done.”

You whimpered, head spinning and still, his hands didn’t leave you. His greedy, possessive grip made it clear: he was going to keep that promise again. And again.

Until your body couldn’t take anymore.

(divider not made by me; I dont take any credit for it)

[inkphoria21]

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Boyfriend!Toji first time squirting

Content: squirting; light bondage; masturbation (f.); unprotected p in v sex; begging; manhandling; crying; overstimulation

You’re straddling him on the couch, the weight of your body pressed close as your mouths move in sync heated, slow but deep. Toji’s hands are everywhere, palms rough and greedy as they shape your waist, your ass, pulling you tighter into his lap like he’s trying to imprint your body onto his.

But then you pull back breathless, flushed and there’s a glint in your eye that has him pausing.

“What’s that look for?” he mutters, the corner of his mouth twitching like he already knows you’re about to pull something.

You don’t answer. Instead, you reach behind you, tugging the silk belt loose from your robe, the soft swish of the fabric catching his attention. Before he can get another word out, you grab both his wrists and pull them up, tying them together snug and tight above his head.

His brows lift, eyes sharpening instantly.

“Really?” His voice is thick, low. “You’re cuffin’ me now?”

You smirk and lean in close, just enough for your lips to brush his. “You can break out of this any time.”

“Damn right I can.” His eyes flicker to your mouth, dark and wanting. “But I’m startin’ to like this already.”

You kiss him one last time, slow and full of tease, before you slide off his lap and stand in front of him, completely bare except for the robe hanging open. His eyes track every inch of your body—lazily, hungry until his gaze settles between your legs.

“What’re you playin’ at?” he asks, voice a little rougher now.

But you don’t answer. You just trail your own hand down your stomach, fingers slipping between your thighs as you stand there, right in front of him, your back arched just enough to make sure he sees everything. You start touching yourself, slow and teasing, and his jaw flexes.

“Toji,” you whisper, watching his eyes narrow. “Just watch.”

His arms tense in the silk ties, shoulders flexing like he’s testing the strength of it because his instinct is to grab you, haul you back onto his lap, fuck you deep until your legs are shaking. But he stays put, barely.

“Shit,” he mutters under his breath, watching your fingers, your face, the soft little sounds you make as your pace quickens. “You gonna come just like that? Standin’ there like a fuckin’ dream?”

Your body starts trembling, the sensation hitting you faster than expected the thrill of his eyes on you, of him powerless to touch, pushing you faster toward your edge.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your knees almost buckling, your free hand grabbing the back of a chair to steady yourself. Toji notices immediately, sitting forward despite his tied hands, like he wants to catch you before you fall.

“Easy,” he warns, voice dark but amused. “Look at you. Can’t even stand, huh?”

You gasp, sharp and broken, your body jerking as you hit your climax harder than you expected your thighs twitching, legs barely holding you up as you cry out, head falling back, fingers still moving as the pleasure rips through you.

Toji groans under his breath, eyes locked on the mess you’re making of yourself, his hips shifting beneath the strain of the silk holding his hands back.

When your legs almost give out, he grits his teeth.

“Get over here, now,” he growls, voice deep and cutting. “Untie me before I break this thing and fuckin’ grab you.”

You stumble a little, still shaking, a breathless laugh escaping as you meet his gaze. But your knees are weak, your whole body unsteady, and it makes him smirk darkly even as his eyes stay heavy on your soaked thighs.

“Couldn’t even stand through it,” he mutters. “Fuckin’ knew you’d do that to yourself.”

You move closer, reaching to undo the knot, but his eyes stay trained on your face. “Soon as these come off,” he warns, “you’re not standin’ at all.”

The second you undo the knot, Toji’s wrists snap free, and he’s on you in a blink. Hands wrapping around your waist, dragging you onto his lap rough, eager, starved.

But before you can catch your breath, you murmur breathlessly against his ear, “You can do whatever you want to me now.”

That tips something over in him. His eyes flash darker, his grin turning sharp. “Whatever I want, huh?” he repeats low, almost a threat but heavy with anticipation.

You nod, still trembling a little, but the challenge is clear in your gaze. And that’s all he needs.

Toji doesn’t waste time. He stands, lifting you with zero effort, slinging you over his shoulder, your breath hitching with a startled laugh. He carries you easily, like you’re weightless, through the apartment until he kicks the bedroom door open.

He throws you on the bed messy, manhandling, just the way he knows drives you crazy. But this time, there’s a different glint in his eye.

“You’re sure?” he asks again, standing at the edge of the bed, his body looming over you, dark and broad. “Whatever I want?”

You swallow and nod. “Yes.”

He chuckles, slow and low. “Don’t regret it now, baby.”

And then he pulls out something from the drawer next to the bed soft rope. He’s never used it on you before, though you’ve joked about it once or twice. But he never pushed it until now.

You watch, chest rising fast, curiosity and heat pooling in your stomach.

“Spread out,” he commands, voice rough but controlled. “Hands up.”

You obey, arms above your head, and his hands are so sure, so steady, as he binds your wrists to the headboard. The rope is firm but soft, not biting, but snug enough that there’s no give.

Once he’s satisfied, he steps back to admire his work, eyes raking over your bare body, wrists tied, flushed, breath shaky.

“Shit,” he mutters, his voice thick with arousal. “Should’ve done this months ago.”

You squirm, thighs pressing together, but he shakes his head.

“Uh-uh,” he warns, crawling over you slowly, deliberately. “You said whatever I want.”

He drags his hands down your body palm to breast, hip to thigh—like he owns every inch.

“Been thinking about how fuckin’ spoiled you are,” he mutters, “always takin’ control when you want it.” His hand brushes down to your core, already slick. “But this? This is mine.”

And then his mouth is on you slow, intense, consuming, taking his time to make you squirm, to make you beg with every roll of his tongue. You can’t pull away, can’t close your legs, can’t grab his hair, and it drives you insane.

“You’re drippin’ already,” he growls against your skin. “Pathetic. Barely tied you up and you’re ready to break.”

You whimper, back arching off the bed.

“You want more?” he asks, voice heavy, low. “Say it. Tell me you want me to ruin you.”

You nod frantically, breath catching. “Ruin me, Toji. Please.”

And his chuckle is dark, satisfied. “That’s more like it.”

With that, he doesn’t hold back using his mouth, his fingers, his weight, pushing you into the mattress as he takes his time, as you squirm and beg and shiver under every touch. You can’t move, can’t grab him, can’t stop him even if you wanted to.

When you start shaking from the brink again, he pulls back just enough to smirk.

“We’re not stoppin’ till you’re cryin’ for it,” he mutters. “Told you, you gave me permission.”

His grin widens when he sees your breathing pick up, your body fighting against the ropes like it’s instinct like you’re desperate to touch him back but can’t. That helplessness only makes the knot in your stomach coil tighter, different this time, heavier, deeper.

“You’re close,” Toji mutters, dragging his mouth up your stomach, his eyes dark and fixed on yours. “But this one’s gonna hit different, I can feel it.”

You whimper under him, your body burning, nerves shot. The way he’s watching you, the slow press of his palm between your thighs, the weight of his body pinning you down it’s all working your head into a haze. But what’s worse, or better, is that you can’t do anything but take it.

And he knows it.

You feel it suddenly that heat building lower, deeper. It’s not sharp and quick like usual. It’s overwhelming, like something’s winding up too tight inside you, pressure building so deep in your gut it feels like you might break.

“Toji—” you gasp, eyes wide, “wait— it feels—”

He shushes you with his mouth against your ear, his fingers moving slow but relentless, his body keeping you open, vulnerable.

“Let it,” he mutters, voice thick and dark, “don’t fight it. I wanna see what it does to you.”

Your hips are twitching, legs trying to close, thighs shaking, but he’s keeping you spread, his weight locking you down, murmuring low praise against your ear, his tone cocky, rough like he knew your body better than you did.

And then it snaps, a wave of heat that floods you from the core out, but instead of just an ordinary climax, you feel your body convulse wetter, messier, your legs trembling uncontrollably as the release gushes from you, your vision nearly white for a second.

Your breath catches, your body jerks you’ve never come like this before, sudden and so heavy it leaves you dazed and panting.

Toji pulls back just a little, looking down, eyes burning as he watches your soaked thighs, the way you’re shaking and breathless.

“Holy shit,” he laughs, dark and breathless himself, “You squirted for me.”

You blink up at him, chest heaving, still trembling. “I— I didn’t— I didn’t know I could—”

His grin is wild, proud and hungry. He leans down, pressing his mouth against yours rough, heated, claiming.

“Yeah? You didn’t know?” he teases against your lips. “Shit, baby. We’re doin’ that again.”

You shake your head weakly, whimpering, your body too sensitive, but he chuckles low.

“Uh-uh. You said I could do what I want, remember?” He grabs your chin, making you look at him. “That wasn’t a one-time thing. I’m gonna have you like that again and next time, I’m not stoppin’ till you’re cryin’ about it.”

Because he’s already lowering his mouth back down, already set on pulling that same release out of you again just because now he knows he can. Toji didn’t even let you rest long.

You’d barely caught your breath, body still trembling and soaked, when his hands were already working at the knots of the robe belt he’d tied you with. His eyes, heavy and dark, stayed locked on yours the whole time, a crooked grin playing on his mouth.

“You think I was just talkin’ shit?” he muttered low, dragging your wrists free. “Nah, sweetheart. I meant that.”

You whimpered softly, your limbs still weak, muscles buzzing but he didn’t care. He manhandled you up against him, dragging you flush to his lap, his hands hot and greedy, gripping your hips and ass, fingers bruising.

“You’re gonna take it again. Gonna give me that messy little thing you just did again. And again if I want.”

“Toji—” you gasped, hips twitching already with anticipation, nerves still raw.

He squeezed your thighs roughly. “You can cry about it if it’s too much. I won’t stop. Not till I’ve ruined that cute little body. Yeah?”

You nodded weakly, eyes wide, brain already melting from his voice alone.

“Good girl.”

His mouth crashed into yours, heavy and demanding, tongue pushing deep like he was starving tasting the needy sounds you barely made. His hand slid down again, his fingers pressing right into that slick heat, knowing exactly where to touch slow, firm, dragging that unbearable sensitivity back to the surface.

Your head tipped back, a whimper slipping free, but his other hand caught your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Eyes open,” he ordered, voice thick and rough. “I wanna see how fast I can break you.”

You tried, you really tried, but the way his fingers worked you slow but merciless had your body twitching and your thighs shaking all over again. Your breath caught, heartbeat pounding like a drum in your ears.

It was already too much, but he didn’t stop. His pace never wavered. His hand his mouth stayed on you, commanding you to keep going, to feel all of it.

And then it snapped again harder, wetter, overwhelming. Your body convulsed in his grip, your hips jerking as that same intense, liquid release gushed out of you, making a mess of his lap.

Toji groaned deep, his hands holding you down, watching it all happen with ravenous eyes.

“Fuck that’s it. That’s my girl,” he praised low, pride dripping from his tone. “So fuckin’ pretty when you break like that.”

You gasped, body still twitching, tears slipping free without you even realizing, it was just too much.

But he kissed those tears, dragging his mouth along your jaw, licking them up, his voice smug against your skin.

“Didn’t think you’d give it up twice, huh?” He chuckled darkly. “Told you I’d do it again. You’re not even done.”

You whimpered, head spinning and still, his hands didn’t leave you. His greedy, possessive grip made it clear: he was going to keep that promise again. And again.

Until your body couldn’t take anymore.

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Boyfriend!Toji overstimulating reader

Content: unprotected p in v sex; begging; overstimulation; dirty talk; oral (f. receiving)

Your body is still twitching, your legs weak, and your breath ragged but Toji doesn’t slow down. If anything, the sight of you already spent, still trembling beneath him, only spurs him on.

He kisses down your neck again, grinning against your flushed skin when he feels your pulse racing.

“Still so sensitive, huh?” he mutters, voice low, rough with anticipation. “Good.”

His hands slide under your thighs, spreading you wider, and the friction alone makes you gasp, your body still reacting to every little touch. When his fingers drag over your slick, sensitive core, you jolt, a sharp gasp ripping out of you.

“Toji—!”

That desperate sound, high and uncontrollable, makes him groan under his breath. His eyes flash dark, that grin turning wicked.

“Shit, baby. You hear yourself?” he mutters, his thumb barely brushing over your clit and pulling a sharp cry from you. “You’re loud tonight. Louder than I’ve ever fuckin’ heard you.”

You shake your head, your hands fisting the sheets, your body squirming away from the overstimulation but Toji catches your hips firmly, pinning you in place with one hand, the other still teasing, slow and firm, his gaze locked on your face like he doesn’t want to miss a single expression.

“Don’t run,” he grunts, his voice turning lower, darker, more dangerous. “C’mon. Be good. Let me hear you.”

You whimper, your back arching when his mouth follows—lips wrapping around your nipple again, sucking hard, the sensation making your toes curl, the pressure between your legs unbearable.

“Toji—‘s too much—!”

But your voice gives you away, that wrecked, high-pitched sound only making his cock throb where it presses against your thigh.

“Nah,” he huffs against your chest, biting lightly. “Not too much. You’re fuckin’ drippin’, baby. This is what you want.”

He pulls back to look at you eyes blown wide, his grin nothing short of feral.

“You’re so fuckin’ loud,” he growls, dragging his fingers down to your entrance, sliding in easily with how wet you are. Your walls clamp down hard, and the sound you make is desperate, broken, echoing in the room. “Makin’ me hard all over again.”

Your head falls back against the pillows, mouth open, moans spilling out uninhibited as his fingers curl just right, hitting deep and steady while his other hand cups your breast, his thumb dragging over your nipple in time with his strokes.

The sounds you’re making now high, breathless, so loud you barely even hear yourself over the rush in your ears—drive him past the edge of patience.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, voice guttural. “I need to be inside you.”

He manhandles you with ease, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees up, wide and open for him. His eyes flick down, watching how wet and messy you are, and he groans low, palming himself.

“You ready for me, baby?” he taunts, though his voice is already hoarse. “Or you gonna scream louder?”

You’re barely able to answer, breath caught in your throat, body too sensitive—but then he pushes in, thick and heavy, and the scream that rips from your chest is louder than anything you’ve made all night.

“Fuck—there it is,” Toji grits, thrusting in deep, the heat of your body gripping him tight. “There’s my girl. Givin’ me everything I want.”

“You’re so goddamn loud,” he pants against your ear, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper. “Keep screamin’ for me, baby. Let the whole fuckin’ building know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

You can’t even be embarrassed not when it feels this good, when he’s this deep, when every movement makes your whole body shudder.

And Toji? Toji’s fucking obsessed now obsessed with the sounds you’re making, the way your body squeezes him tight, the way you cry out his name like he’s the only thing you’ll ever need.

“Louder,” he growls, fucking into you harder. “C’mon. Be good for me. Give me more.”

And you do over and over, unable to hold it back, your voice breaking as he fucks you deeper, rougher, like he’s trying to own every sound, every part of you, for himself.

Your voice breaks, the pitch of your moans climbing higher, more desperate with every sharp, unforgiving thrust. You’re beyond holding back now every time his hips slam into yours, another cry rips from your throat, and Toji’s eating it up like a man starved.

He leans down, his mouth right at your ear, voice rough and ragged.

“Fuckin’ music to my ears,” he growls. “Missed this. Missed you soundin’ like that just for me.”

His hands don’t stop moving one holding your thigh up, fingers digging into your flesh like he needs to anchor you down, the other squeezing your breast, palm heavy, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, rough circles that make your back arch involuntarily.

You’re so sensitive it hurts, but the ache only makes it sharper, more overwhelming. He knows it, too can feel the way you twitch around him, your body fighting to take it all while your mind blurs.

“Shit, baby… you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, hips jerking harder, deeper. “You gonna cum again? That what all this screamin’s about?”

You nod weakly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, your breath coming in stutters.

“Toji—fuck—I can’t—!”

He laughs, low and strained, but there’s pride laced through it. He pushes your thighs back even further, bending you just enough to hit deeper, angling himself just right until your next moan comes out broken and guttural, like the air’s been punched from your lungs.

“You can,” he grits, eyes dark and burning into yours. “You’re gonna cum again. Right fuckin’ now.”

And he doesn’t let up not when you’re begging, not when your nails dig into his back, not when your cries grow louder, shakier. Your body trembles, the knot in your gut snapping with brutal force, your orgasm tearing through you so violently that the scream you let out echoes off the walls, raw and wrecked.

The way you clamp around him sends Toji spiraling, his control hanging by a thread. His breathing is harsh against your ear, his rhythm stuttering, his hands almost bruising where he grips you.

“Fuck—goddamn—‘m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he hisses, thrusting erratically now, chasing his own release. “So fuckin’ good for me, baby. Screamin’ my fuckin’ name—mine.”

You barely register his words before he buries himself deep, groaning low and guttural in your ear as he cums hard, his hips grinding into yours with each wave of pleasure.

For a long moment, the room is just your gasping breaths, the weight of his body heavy on yours, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Toji doesn’t move, doesn’t want to not yet. His hand strokes your side lazily, grounding you both, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Shit,” he breathes, his grin tired but satisfied. “You’re never gettin’ rid of me after that, baby.”

You let out a weak laugh, barely able to speak. He pulls back just enough to look at you, brushing your hair off your face, his grin still cocky but his eyes soft.

“Still loud as ever,” he mutters, kissing your cheek. “Good. Makes me wanna stay home more.”

And for once, you don’t tease him back you’re too spent, too full, too drunk on the feeling of him finally home again, tangled up in you like he belongs there.

[inkphoria21]

m.list

Boyfriend!Toji overstimulating reader

Content: unprotected p in v sex; begging; overstimulation; dirty talk; oral (f. receiving)

Your body is still twitching, your legs weak, and your breath ragged but Toji doesn’t slow down. If anything, the sight of you already spent, still trembling beneath him, only spurs him on.

He kisses down your neck again, grinning against your flushed skin when he feels your pulse racing.

“Still so sensitive, huh?” he mutters, voice low, rough with anticipation. “Good.”

His hands slide under your thighs, spreading you wider, and the friction alone makes you gasp, your body still reacting to every little touch. When his fingers drag over your slick, sensitive core, you jolt, a sharp gasp ripping out of you.

“Toji—!”

That desperate sound, high and uncontrollable, makes him groan under his breath. His eyes flash dark, that grin turning wicked.

“Shit, baby. You hear yourself?” he mutters, his thumb barely brushing over your clit and pulling a sharp cry from you. “You’re loud tonight. Louder than I’ve ever fuckin’ heard you.”

You shake your head, your hands fisting the sheets, your body squirming away from the overstimulation but Toji catches your hips firmly, pinning you in place with one hand, the other still teasing, slow and firm, his gaze locked on your face like he doesn’t want to miss a single expression.

“Don’t run,” he grunts, his voice turning lower, darker, more dangerous. “C’mon. Be good. Let me hear you.”

You whimper, your back arching when his mouth follows—lips wrapping around your nipple again, sucking hard, the sensation making your toes curl, the pressure between your legs unbearable.

“Toji—‘s too much—!”

But your voice gives you away, that wrecked, high-pitched sound only making his cock throb where it presses against your thigh.

“Nah,” he huffs against your chest, biting lightly. “Not too much. You’re fuckin’ drippin’, baby. This is what you want.”

He pulls back to look at you eyes blown wide, his grin nothing short of feral.

“You’re so fuckin’ loud,” he growls, dragging his fingers down to your entrance, sliding in easily with how wet you are. Your walls clamp down hard, and the sound you make is desperate, broken, echoing in the room. “Makin’ me hard all over again.”

Your head falls back against the pillows, mouth open, moans spilling out uninhibited as his fingers curl just right, hitting deep and steady while his other hand cups your breast, his thumb dragging over your nipple in time with his strokes.

The sounds you’re making now high, breathless, so loud you barely even hear yourself over the rush in your ears—drive him past the edge of patience.

“Fuck this,” he mutters, voice guttural. “I need to be inside you.”

He manhandles you with ease, dragging your hips to the edge of the bed, pushing your knees up, wide and open for him. His eyes flick down, watching how wet and messy you are, and he groans low, palming himself.

“You ready for me, baby?” he taunts, though his voice is already hoarse. “Or you gonna scream louder?”

You’re barely able to answer, breath caught in your throat, body too sensitive—but then he pushes in, thick and heavy, and the scream that rips from your chest is louder than anything you’ve made all night.

“Fuck—there it is,” Toji grits, thrusting in deep, the heat of your body gripping him tight. “There’s my girl. Givin’ me everything I want.”

“You’re so goddamn loud,” he pants against your ear, his thrusts growing rougher, deeper. “Keep screamin’ for me, baby. Let the whole fuckin’ building know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

You can’t even be embarrassed not when it feels this good, when he’s this deep, when every movement makes your whole body shudder.

And Toji? Toji’s fucking obsessed now obsessed with the sounds you’re making, the way your body squeezes him tight, the way you cry out his name like he’s the only thing you’ll ever need.

“Louder,” he growls, fucking into you harder. “C’mon. Be good for me. Give me more.”

And you do over and over, unable to hold it back, your voice breaking as he fucks you deeper, rougher, like he’s trying to own every sound, every part of you, for himself.

Your voice breaks, the pitch of your moans climbing higher, more desperate with every sharp, unforgiving thrust. You’re beyond holding back now every time his hips slam into yours, another cry rips from your throat, and Toji’s eating it up like a man starved.

He leans down, his mouth right at your ear, voice rough and ragged.

“Fuckin’ music to my ears,” he growls. “Missed this. Missed you soundin’ like that just for me.”

His hands don’t stop moving one holding your thigh up, fingers digging into your flesh like he needs to anchor you down, the other squeezing your breast, palm heavy, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow, rough circles that make your back arch involuntarily.

You’re so sensitive it hurts, but the ache only makes it sharper, more overwhelming. He knows it, too can feel the way you twitch around him, your body fighting to take it all while your mind blurs.

“Shit, baby… you’re squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, hips jerking harder, deeper. “You gonna cum again? That what all this screamin’s about?”

You nod weakly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, your breath coming in stutters.

“Toji—fuck—I can’t—!”

He laughs, low and strained, but there’s pride laced through it. He pushes your thighs back even further, bending you just enough to hit deeper, angling himself just right until your next moan comes out broken and guttural, like the air’s been punched from your lungs.

“You can,” he grits, eyes dark and burning into yours. “You’re gonna cum again. Right fuckin’ now.”

And he doesn’t let up not when you’re begging, not when your nails dig into his back, not when your cries grow louder, shakier. Your body trembles, the knot in your gut snapping with brutal force, your orgasm tearing through you so violently that the scream you let out echoes off the walls, raw and wrecked.

The way you clamp around him sends Toji spiraling, his control hanging by a thread. His breathing is harsh against your ear, his rhythm stuttering, his hands almost bruising where he grips you.

“Fuck—goddamn—‘m gonna fuckin’ fill you up,” he hisses, thrusting erratically now, chasing his own release. “So fuckin’ good for me, baby. Screamin’ my fuckin’ name—mine.”

You barely register his words before he buries himself deep, groaning low and guttural in your ear as he cums hard, his hips grinding into yours with each wave of pleasure.

For a long moment, the room is just your gasping breaths, the weight of his body heavy on yours, the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

Toji doesn’t move, doesn’t want to not yet. His hand strokes your side lazily, grounding you both, his forehead pressed to yours.

“Shit,” he breathes, his grin tired but satisfied. “You’re never gettin’ rid of me after that, baby.”

You let out a weak laugh, barely able to speak. He pulls back just enough to look at you, brushing your hair off your face, his grin still cocky but his eyes soft.

“Still loud as ever,” he mutters, kissing your cheek. “Good. Makes me wanna stay home more.”

And for once, you don’t tease him back you’re too spent, too full, too drunk on the feeling of him finally home again, tangled up in you like he belongs there.

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[inkphoria21]

Shower Quickie ⋆.𐙚 ̊ - boyfriend!Toji x Reader

CONTENTS: shower sex; unprotected sex: praise kink; name calling

The knock wasn’t even a knock but more like a heavy thud against the door, followed by the distinct clatter of my doorknob being tested.

I didn’t hear it at first. The music was too loud, some old playlist bleeding through my speakers while I laid flat on my bed, phone in hand, zoning out and scrolling aimlessly.

By the time I caught the sound of the lock clicking, I was sitting upright, heart climbing my throat  because no one had a key to my place except…

Toji

He stepped inside like he owned the place, like it was just another one of his hideouts, and stood there in the soft glow of the hallway light, hair messy, black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, and grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

I scrambled to pause the music, breath caught half in shock.

“What the hell, Toji? It’s—” I checked my phone. “It’s past two in the morning.”

He just grinned, that familiar cocky tilt to his mouth, like he couldn’t see what the problem was.

“Missed you.” He shut the door behind him with a lazy kick of his heel. “Didn’t feel like waiting till morning.”

I stared at him, still catching my breath. “You couldn’t text first?”

He shrugged, shameless. “Wasn’t gonna risk you saying no.”

I sighed, flopping back onto the bed, my heart still racing but for a different reason now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah?” he muttered, already making his way to the bed. “But you’re smiling.”

I wasn’t — but I was.

He didn’t wait for permission. He crawled onto the mattress with the same careless ease he always had, the bed dipping under his weight. He hovered over me, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders, eyes gleaming with something warm and wild.

“You gonna act mad,” he smirked, “or you gonna come shower with me?”

I raised a brow at him, but my voice was already softer. “Why do you need a shower right now?”

He leaned down, his nose brushing the side of my jaw, breath heavy.

“‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ night,” he muttered, voice low and filthy, “and now all I can think about is you wet, pressed up against me and moaning my name”

I swallowed, my body already betraying me, skin heating up under his words.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, but my hands still slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling against the muscle there.

“Little bit,” he admitted, flashing that grin again, “but you like it.”

His mouth grazed my ear, and I felt his smirk widen when I shivered.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, lips teasing along my neck. “We can stand under the water… I’ll press you up against the wall…” His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, slow and warm. “You’ll make those sweet little sounds I like when you think I’m not listening.”

I exhaled shakily, my pulse hammering loud in my chest.

“Toji…”

“You sayin’ no?” he murmured, nipping at my neck just barely.

I hesitated just for the look of it. But I was already gone.

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look down at me, eyes flashing with that easy confidence that made it so hard to resist him.

“Up,” he ordered, voice playful but rough. “Shower. Now. Or I’ll just carry you in like this.”

I rolled my eyes but sat up, feeling the heat rush through me. “Fine.”

“‘Atta girl,” he muttered, slapping my thigh with a grin as I stood.

And before I could even take another step, his arms circled around my waist, pulling me back against him, mouth right by my ear.

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you out till you can’t stand straight,” he whispered.

The bathroom lights were low, hazy, almost golden when he pulled me in behind him, the door shutting with a thud that echoed in the quiet.

He didn’t waste time. Toji never did.

The shower was already running, steam curling through the space, fogging the mirror, and by the time I even thought to pull my shirt off, he was already on me.

His hands grabbed the hem of my top, yanking it up and over with that familiar impatience, his lips crashing onto mine before it even hit the floor. His kiss was messy, deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he had something to prove like he’d been starving for this and I was the only thing that could fill him.

He backed me toward the glass, the heat of the water already misting my skin, and his mouth dragged from my lips to my neck, teeth grazing where he knew I was weakest.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he muttered, breath hot and heavy. “Every fuckin’ second.”

His hands roamed, fingers rough and greedy palming my tits, squeezing, feeling like he wanted to memorize every inch of me again. „God, how I missed your tits. You know how much I love them, don’t you doll?“ I answered with a whimper as he pulled me further into the shower. 

My shorts were gone before I noticed his hands working them down, and then his palms were on my bare waist, sliding to my backside, pulling me against him.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my throat, his hips rolling just once, slow and hard. “That’s what you do to me.”

I gasped, hands curling into his damp shirt, still clinging to him even as I felt myself tremble.

“You’re still dressed,” I managed to say, breathless, half a challenge.

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to tug the compression shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His sweatpants followed, leaving nothing between us but heat and the thrum of want that had been building all night.

The sight of him, body cut with muscle, scars that I knew by heart, it made me dizzy, weak in the knees.

Toji grinned like he knew exactly what he looked like, what he did to me.

“Eyes up, sweetheart,” he teased, tilting my chin up. “Not done yet.”

Then he pulled me into the shower, the water crashing down over both of us, hot and relentless.

His hands were everywhere sliding down my back, gripping my hips, pressing me against the slick tile wall. His mouth was on my shoulder, my collarbone, leaving bruises he didn’t bother to hide.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, voice rough, like he couldn’t believe I was real under his hands. “I could keep you here all night.”

“Toji—” I barely managed, my breath catching as he slid one hand lower, between my legs, fingers cupping my pussy and he worked me further. 

“Say my name like that again,” he growled against my ear, “and I’m gonna lose it.”

I did. I said it again softer, needier and it made him groan low in his throat, his body pressing harder against mine, his fingers curling in me until my legs were trembling.

He didn’t stop. He never stopped until I was cumming apart for him, my hands scrabbling for something to hold onto, his name spilling from my mouth like prayer and profanity all tangled up.

When he finally let me catch my breath, his mouth was on mine again, smiling against it, cocky and satisfied.

“Think you can stand now?” he smirked, brushing my hair back, water running down both of us in heavy streams.

I glared weakly at him, and he laughed low, pleased, hungry still.

“Good,” he muttered. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

And he wasn’t bluffing.

Toji pressed his body flush against mine, his skin burning hot even under the shower spray, his hands gripping my thighs like he was debating whether to lift me right there or drag it out just to hear me beg.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing my eyes on his. His grin was dangerous sharp, confident like he already knew how this would end but wanted to watch me fall apart every step of the way.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice dripping with that cocky drawl. “You’re lookin’ a little fucked already.”

I could barely answer, my lips parting for air, but nothing came out.

He chuckled, low in his chest, clearly pleased with himself.

“Guess I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without warning, his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me clean off the ground with that easy strength of his. I gasped, hands shooting to his shoulders, nails sinking into damp skin.

“You should see your face,” he muttered, pinning me to the slick tile wall, water cascading over both of us. “All pretty and wrecked for me and I’ve barely even started.”

His hips rolled slow against me, the hard cock grinding just enough to make my breath hitch, to make me desperate for more.

“You want it, huh?” he whispered, mouth dragging along my jaw, my ear. “Want me to make a mess of you right here?”

I nodded, too breathless to speak, but he clicked his tongue.

“C’mon,” he pressed, voice rough. “I wanna hear it. Tell me.”

“I want you,” I managed, the words barely a whisper, but it was enough.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my throat as he pressed his mouth there, sucking a bruise into my skin.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he was there pressing into me in one slow, deep stroke that made my whole body shudder against the tile.

I clung to him, legs tight around his waist, my head falling back with a gasp as he started moving, each thrust hard and steady, like he was staking a claim he’d already made a hundred times before.

“Fuck—” he muttered, his mouth hot on my neck. “You feel too good. Always fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sound of water, the slap of wet skin, the low, rough curses from his mouth it all blurred together until I couldn’t think of anything but him, his voice in my ear, his hands holding me like he’d never let go.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he teased, voice strained but playful. “We’re not done, remember?”

I could barely answer, my breath catching with every roll of his hips, every filthy word he let spill.

He bit down gently on my shoulder, just enough to make me gasp, and his pace picked up, relentless, greedy.

“You’re mine like this,” he muttered, groaning. “Only mine. Say it.”

I barely got the words out, shaky and breathless but I said them.

“Yours.”

He groaned again, deep and wrecked, his rhythm stuttering just enough to tell me how close he was.

“Yeah,” he rasped, mouth hot against my ear. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

And when we finally came together, breathless and spent, the water still raining down over us, he held me there still close, still inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, his grin lazy and satisfied.

“Better than sleepin’ alone,” he muttered, breath shaky but smug.

I just laughed weakly against his shoulder, too gone to argue because he was right.

[inkphoria21]

First ever Jjk smut oneshot

[inkphoria21]

Shower Quickie ⋆.𐙚 ̊ - boyfriend!Toji x Reader

CONTENTS: shower sex; unprotected sex: praise kink; name calling

The knock wasn’t even a knock but more like a heavy thud against the door, followed by the distinct clatter of my doorknob being tested.

I didn’t hear it at first. The music was too loud, some old playlist bleeding through my speakers while I laid flat on my bed, phone in hand, zoning out and scrolling aimlessly.

By the time I caught the sound of the lock clicking, I was sitting upright, heart climbing my throat  because no one had a key to my place except…

Toji

He stepped inside like he owned the place, like it was just another one of his hideouts, and stood there in the soft glow of the hallway light, hair messy, black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, and grey sweatpants slung low on his hips.

I scrambled to pause the music, breath caught half in shock.

“What the hell, Toji? It’s—” I checked my phone. “It’s past two in the morning.”

He just grinned, that familiar cocky tilt to his mouth, like he couldn’t see what the problem was.

“Missed you.” He shut the door behind him with a lazy kick of his heel. “Didn’t feel like waiting till morning.”

I stared at him, still catching my breath. “You couldn’t text first?”

He shrugged, shameless. “Wasn’t gonna risk you saying no.”

I sighed, flopping back onto the bed, my heart still racing but for a different reason now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah?” he muttered, already making his way to the bed. “But you’re smiling.”

I wasn’t — but I was.

He didn’t wait for permission. He crawled onto the mattress with the same careless ease he always had, the bed dipping under his weight. He hovered over me, his hands planted on either side of my shoulders, eyes gleaming with something warm and wild.

“You gonna act mad,” he smirked, “or you gonna come shower with me?”

I raised a brow at him, but my voice was already softer. “Why do you need a shower right now?”

He leaned down, his nose brushing the side of my jaw, breath heavy.

“‘Cause I’ve been thinkin’ about you all fuckin’ night,” he muttered, voice low and filthy, “and now all I can think about is you wet, pressed up against me and moaning my name”

I swallowed, my body already betraying me, skin heating up under his words.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, but my hands still slid up to his shoulders, fingers curling against the muscle there.

“Little bit,” he admitted, flashing that grin again, “but you like it.”

His mouth grazed my ear, and I felt his smirk widen when I shivered.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, lips teasing along my neck. “We can stand under the water… I’ll press you up against the wall…” His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, slow and warm. “You’ll make those sweet little sounds I like when you think I’m not listening.”

I exhaled shakily, my pulse hammering loud in my chest.

“Toji…”

“You sayin’ no?” he murmured, nipping at my neck just barely.

I hesitated just for the look of it. But I was already gone.

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look down at me, eyes flashing with that easy confidence that made it so hard to resist him.

“Up,” he ordered, voice playful but rough. “Shower. Now. Or I’ll just carry you in like this.”

I rolled my eyes but sat up, feeling the heat rush through me. “Fine.”

“‘Atta girl,” he muttered, slapping my thigh with a grin as I stood.

And before I could even take another step, his arms circled around my waist, pulling me back against him, mouth right by my ear.

“Don’t think I’m gonna let you out till you can’t stand straight,” he whispered.

The bathroom lights were low, hazy, almost golden when he pulled me in behind him, the door shutting with a thud that echoed in the quiet.

He didn’t waste time. Toji never did.

The shower was already running, steam curling through the space, fogging the mirror, and by the time I even thought to pull my shirt off, he was already on me.

His hands grabbed the hem of my top, yanking it up and over with that familiar impatience, his lips crashing onto mine before it even hit the floor. His kiss was messy, deep, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he had something to prove like he’d been starving for this and I was the only thing that could fill him.

He backed me toward the glass, the heat of the water already misting my skin, and his mouth dragged from my lips to my neck, teeth grazing where he knew I was weakest.

“Been thinkin’ about this all day,” he muttered, breath hot and heavy. “Every fuckin’ second.”

His hands roamed, fingers rough and greedy palming my tits, squeezing, feeling like he wanted to memorize every inch of me again. „God, how I missed your tits. You know how much I love them, don’t you doll?“ I answered with a whimper as he pulled me further into the shower. 

My shorts were gone before I noticed his hands working them down, and then his palms were on my bare waist, sliding to my backside, pulling me against him.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my throat, his hips rolling just once, slow and hard. “That’s what you do to me.”

I gasped, hands curling into his damp shirt, still clinging to him even as I felt myself tremble.

“You’re still dressed,” I managed to say, breathless, half a challenge.

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to tug the compression shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His sweatpants followed, leaving nothing between us but heat and the thrum of want that had been building all night.

The sight of him, body cut with muscle, scars that I knew by heart, it made me dizzy, weak in the knees.

Toji grinned like he knew exactly what he looked like, what he did to me.

“Eyes up, sweetheart,” he teased, tilting my chin up. “Not done yet.”

Then he pulled me into the shower, the water crashing down over both of us, hot and relentless.

His hands were everywhere sliding down my back, gripping my hips, pressing me against the slick tile wall. His mouth was on my shoulder, my collarbone, leaving bruises he didn’t bother to hide.

“You feel so good,” he muttered, voice rough, like he couldn’t believe I was real under his hands. “I could keep you here all night.”

“Toji—” I barely managed, my breath catching as he slid one hand lower, between my legs, fingers cupping my pussy and he worked me further. 

“Say my name like that again,” he growled against my ear, “and I’m gonna lose it.”

I did. I said it again softer, needier and it made him groan low in his throat, his body pressing harder against mine, his fingers curling in me until my legs were trembling.

He didn’t stop. He never stopped until I was cumming apart for him, my hands scrabbling for something to hold onto, his name spilling from my mouth like prayer and profanity all tangled up.

When he finally let me catch my breath, his mouth was on mine again, smiling against it, cocky and satisfied.

“Think you can stand now?” he smirked, brushing my hair back, water running down both of us in heavy streams.

I glared weakly at him, and he laughed low, pleased, hungry still.

“Good,” he muttered. “‘Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

And he wasn’t bluffing.

Toji pressed his body flush against mine, his skin burning hot even under the shower spray, his hands gripping my thighs like he was debating whether to lift me right there or drag it out just to hear me beg.

He tilted my chin up with two fingers, forcing my eyes on his. His grin was dangerous sharp, confident like he already knew how this would end but wanted to watch me fall apart every step of the way.

“Still with me, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice dripping with that cocky drawl. “You’re lookin’ a little fucked already.”

I could barely answer, my lips parting for air, but nothing came out.

He chuckled, low in his chest, clearly pleased with himself.

“Guess I’ll take that as a yes.”

Without warning, his hands slid under my thighs, lifting me clean off the ground with that easy strength of his. I gasped, hands shooting to his shoulders, nails sinking into damp skin.

“You should see your face,” he muttered, pinning me to the slick tile wall, water cascading over both of us. “All pretty and wrecked for me and I’ve barely even started.”

His hips rolled slow against me, the hard cock grinding just enough to make my breath hitch, to make me desperate for more.

“You want it, huh?” he whispered, mouth dragging along my jaw, my ear. “Want me to make a mess of you right here?”

I nodded, too breathless to speak, but he clicked his tongue.

“C’mon,” he pressed, voice rough. “I wanna hear it. Tell me.”

“I want you,” I managed, the words barely a whisper, but it was enough.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating against my throat as he pressed his mouth there, sucking a bruise into my skin.

“That’s my girl.”

And then he was there pressing into me in one slow, deep stroke that made my whole body shudder against the tile.

I clung to him, legs tight around his waist, my head falling back with a gasp as he started moving, each thrust hard and steady, like he was staking a claim he’d already made a hundred times before.

“Fuck—” he muttered, his mouth hot on my neck. “You feel too good. Always fuckin’ perfect for me.”

The sound of water, the slap of wet skin, the low, rough curses from his mouth it all blurred together until I couldn’t think of anything but him, his voice in my ear, his hands holding me like he’d never let go.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he teased, voice strained but playful. “We’re not done, remember?”

I could barely answer, my breath catching with every roll of his hips, every filthy word he let spill.

He bit down gently on my shoulder, just enough to make me gasp, and his pace picked up, relentless, greedy.

“You’re mine like this,” he muttered, groaning. “Only mine. Say it.”

I barely got the words out, shaky and breathless but I said them.

“Yours.”

He groaned again, deep and wrecked, his rhythm stuttering just enough to tell me how close he was.

“Yeah,” he rasped, mouth hot against my ear. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

And when we finally came together, breathless and spent, the water still raining down over us, he held me there still close, still inside me, his forehead pressed to mine, his grin lazy and satisfied.

“Better than sleepin’ alone,” he muttered, breath shaky but smug.

I just laughed weakly against his shoulder, too gone to argue because he was right.

[inkphoria21]

Stay a little longer - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out / Flirty / playful / romantic / teasing

ᯓ★ Words count: 1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

The sky outside was a heavy gray, thick with the promise of rain, but inside, the world was warm and slow. The soft patter of Jungkook’s playlist drifted from the living room speaker—mostly lo-fi beats, low and easy, the kind of music that melted into the air rather than filled it.

You were curled up on his big couch, your legs tucked under a blanket, a mug of tea forgotten on the side table. Jungkook padded barefoot across the wood floor, his sweatpants hanging low, his black hoodie looking much too good on him for it being such a lazy day.

When he caught you staring, he grinned, boyish and a little smug. “You’re not even pretending to hide it anymore.”

“Hide what?”

“That you’re obsessed with me.” He dropped down next to you, nudging your foot with his knee.

You snorted, pulling the blanket tighter around you. “You’re the one who asked me to stay the weekend. Clearly, you’re the obsessed one.”

He reached out, tugging at the edge of your blanket until you yelped and kicked at him half-heartedly. His laughter was warm and low, rumbling deep in his chest as he settled beside you, pulling the blanket until you had no choice but to share it with him.

“You’re cold,” he said, noticing the way you burrowed into the throw.

“No, I’m not.”

He gave you a look—one of those raised-eyebrow, unimpressed Jungkook looks that made you want to either kiss him or smack him.

“Your toes are freezing,” he muttered, sliding his hand under the blanket and wrapping it around your ankle. “Liar.”

You shifted closer, the couch dipping with the movement. His arm slid naturally around your shoulders, and you rested your cheek against his chest, feeling the slow, steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric.

“Stay all day,” he murmured.

You smiled into his hoodie. “Wasn’t planning on leaving.”

He made a soft, pleased noise, his fingers tracing idle shapes against your shoulder. For a while, neither of you spoke, just listened to the music and the occasional rumble of distant thunder.

Then, just when you were starting to drift, Jungkook broke the silence.

“If you fall asleep on me, you owe me five kisses.”

You lifted your head, giving him a suspicious squint. “Since when?”

“Just now. New rule.”

You hummed thoughtfully. “What if I fall asleep and you wake me up?”

He smirked. “Then you owe me ten kisses. Interest, baby.”

You laughed, tipping your head back against the couch. “That’s a scam.”

“It’s a good scam,” he said cheerfully, his hand sliding up your back, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt. “And you love it.”

You should have been annoyed at how right he was.

Instead, you grabbed the front of his hoodie and pulled him closer, kissing him square on the mouth—quick and teasing, a promise more than anything.

“There’s one in advance,” you said, grinning.

He made a low sound in his throat, something like a growl. “Dangerous game, babe.”

You kissed him again, slower this time, lingering just long enough to feel him tighten his grip on your waist.

“Two.”

“Keep going,” he murmured against your lips. “I’ll lose count on purpose.”

You giggled, but he caught you mid-laugh, stealing another kiss, deeper now, his hands warm against your sides. His tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking, teasing, and you opened for him without hesitation. The kiss turned hungry in seconds, the kind of kiss that stole your breath and made the world outside the walls disappear.

When you finally pulled back, both of you breathing hard, he was staring at you like you were something he’d never get tired of discovering.

“Three, four, five…” he said, voice rough around the edges. “Guess you’re paid up now.”

You pressed your forehead against his, your chest heaving lightly. “Thought you wanted me to fall asleep first.”

He shook his head, his hand sliding under your shirt, fingers brushing the bare skin of your back in slow, lazy circles. “Changed my mind.”

There was something so easy about being with him like this. No rush. No pressure. Just touch and laughter and the kind of closeness that made you ache in the best way.

You shifted, swinging a leg over his lap so you were straddling him, the blanket pooling around you both like a cocoon. Jungkook looked up at you, his dark hair messy, his eyes heavy-lidded with something softer than lust—something heavier.

“You’re so pretty,” he said, almost absentmindedly, his thumbs brushing lazy circles into your hips.

You ducked your head, shy and smiling. “You’re just saying that because I’m sitting on you.”

He grinned, the kind of grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Yeah. Sitting on me very attractively.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes, and he tightened his arms around you, pulling you down into another kiss—this one slower, deeper, like he had all the time in the world.

And he did. You both did.

The rain started finally, tapping gently against the windows. The fire crackled low in the hearth, casting a warm glow over the room. And in the middle of it all was Jungkook, holding you like you were something precious, something he wasn’t planning on letting go of any time soon.

When he eventually pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, breathing steady.

“I could stay like this forever,” he said quietly.

You smiled, your fingers tracing the curve of his jaw. “We don’t have to move yet.”

“Good,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “Because you’re my favorite blanket.”

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest as he hugged you tighter, the two of you tangled together as the rain poured outside and the world faded to nothing but the beat of your hearts and the feel of each other’s skin.

No place to be. No one else to answer to.

Just you, Jungkook, and a quiet forever waiting at your feet.

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New jk oneshot

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Slow Mornings, Faster Hearts - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out / Flirty / playful / romantic / teasing

ᯓ★ Words count: 1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

The morning air was crisp, even inside the warm little cottage Jungkook had rented for the weekend. The place smelled faintly of pinewood and fresh linen, with a soft golden hue spilling in through the windows. You were still buried under the covers, eyes half-closed, when you heard quiet footsteps on the old floorboards.

Then a whisper, almost conspiratorial: “You awake?”

You hummed without opening your eyes. “No.”

A chuckle. “Liar.”

The bed dipped as Jungkook crawled in beside you, the cold tip of his nose brushing against your cheek. You flinched with a soft yelp, making him laugh louder.

“That’s evil,” you grumbled, burying your face in the pillow.

“You like it,” he teased, his arms sliding around your waist, tugging you back against him. He was shirtless—warm skin, lean muscle, and the scent of his morning shower wrapping around you all at once.

You let out a sigh. “You smell way too good for me to keep pretending I’m asleep.”

“I could make it worse,” he said innocently.

“Worse how?”

He leaned in closer, voice low. “I could kiss you until you forget your name.”

You snorted. “Bold of you to assume I remember it right now.”

He grinned against your shoulder. “So flustered already? I haven’t even started.”

“I’m not flustered.”

Jungkook shifted, propping himself up on one elbow. His gaze dropped to where the oversized T-shirt you wore—his—had slid up just a little, revealing the bare skin of your thigh. He didn’t touch. Just looked. And smiled. Like he already had a hundred thoughts running through his head and was deciding which one to act on first.

“I like you in my shirt,” he said. “But I’d like you out of it, too.”

You rolled your eyes, heat creeping up your neck despite your best efforts. “It’s 9 a.m.”

He glanced at the clock. “Exactly. Prime flirty hours.”

You laughed and shoved at his chest. “Let me brush my teeth before you flirt me into cardiac arrest.”

“Fine,” he said, sighing dramatically. “But I’m joining you in the kitchen after. I made coffee.”

“Oh my God. Are you trying to seduce me with domesticity?”

“Is it working?”

He was already halfway out of bed, stretching lazily, his sweats hanging low on his hips. You caught yourself staring for a second too long.

“Maybe,” you muttered.

He winked. “Thought so.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were both in the kitchen—your hair still slightly damp from a quick rinse, his hoodie now swallowing you whole. Jungkook stood across the tiny counter, stirring sugar into two mismatched mugs. The cottage was quiet, peaceful. A world away from your usual chaos.

“I was thinking,” he said, sliding your mug over. “If we lived in the countryside, I’d do this every morning.”

“Make me coffee?”

“Yeah. And flirt with you shamelessly while you drink it.”

You raised a brow. “I don’t think I could survive it.”

“You’d adapt,” he said, smiling. “Humans are resilient.”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip—strong and sweet, just how you liked it.

He walked over to stand behind you again, arms winding around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “You know what else I’d do?”

“Mm?”

“Steal your hoodies. Wear them without pants. Make breakfast in nothing but socks.”

“Wow,” you said flatly. “You’ve really painted a picture there.”

“I know,” he said proudly. “Romantic, right?”

You turned in his arms and looked up at him, resting your hands on his chest. “Is this your idea of seduction?”

He leaned in, brushing his lips against yours. “No. This is.”

The kiss was soft at first—slow, teasing, the kind that left you smiling against his mouth. But it didn’t stay that way for long. His fingers slipped beneath the hem of the hoodie, brushing lightly against your waist, pulling you in closer. Your breath hitched as he deepened the kiss, mouth moving against yours like he already knew exactly how to make you melt.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, he looked entirely too smug.

“Told you I could make you flustered before noon,” he whispered.

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

“But charming.”

You huffed, trying to fight the smile tugging at your lips. “So what’s the plan for the rest of the day, loverboy?”

Jungkook tilted his head, pretending to think. “Breakfast. Then maybe a walk. Or stay in. Cuddle. Talk about names for our future dog.”

“Future?”

“I figured you might want one that doesn’t barge into the room every five minutes.”

You snorted. “Fair.”

He kissed your cheek, then your forehead. “Let’s have a slow day. You and me. A little teasing. A lot of kisses. No plans.”

“No complaints here.”

“Good,” he said, slipping his fingers between yours. “Because I plan to love you stupid all day long.”

And you did. Laughing into kisses, stealing sips of coffee, tangled in soft blankets by sunset, hearts full and light with nothing but the joy of simply being together.

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Im so sorry that I didnt post anything in so long. I am so busy with finals at the moment.

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Cherry Lollipops & Trouble - JK Oneshot

ᯓ★ Pairing: Jungkook x f. reader

ᯓ★ Genre: boyfriend!Jungkook / girlfriend!reader / lovers / making out / LOLLIS

ᯓ★ Words count: 1k

ᯓ★ Masterlist

English is not my first language

The summer air outside was heavy, but inside the little convenience store, it was all fluorescent lights and too-loud K-pop playing over tinny speakers. You shouldn’t have been having this much fun picking snacks at 11 p.m., but that was what happened when your boyfriend had the energy of a golden retriever and the charm of the devil himself. “Do we need five bags of chips?” you asked, watching Jungkook juggle his armful of snacks like he was on a cooking show. “We need six,” he said with mock-seriousness, holding up a bag of spicy squid-flavored ones like it was the holy grail. “I’m a growing boy.”

“You’re 27.”

“Exactly. Gotta maintain this temple.” He winked, and you nearly choked on a laugh. You leaned against the candy shelf, eyeing him with one eyebrow arched. “Pretty sure temples don’t eat marshmallow cookies and ramen at midnight.” Jungkook was already unwrapping a cherry lollipop from the checkout stand like he had no idea what portion control was. He popped it into his mouth and smirked around the stick. “I’m irresistible, even to myself.” You rolled your eyes, but you weren’t immune. Not even close. Especially not when he was wearing one of his oversized black shirts, his tattoos peeking out as his sleeves slid back every time he moved, and his hair falling slightly into his eyes. Ridiculously hot. Unfairly so. “I’m gonna regret letting you have sugar after ten,” you muttered. “You’ll love it,” he said around the lollipop. “I’m extra annoying when I’m hyped.” “I know.”

He took a slow step toward you, gaze playful, lips still wrapped around the candy. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “You’re a menace,” you said, heart picking up just a little as he closed the distance. “I’m your menace.” You crossed your arms, trying not to grin. “Do you flirt like this with everyone at convenience stores?” He leaned in until the lollipop bumped your bottom lip. “Only the cute ones who steal my hoodies and threaten to eat all the ramen.” “I would never steal your hoodies,” you deadpanned. “I borrow them indefinitely.” Jungkook laughed, bright and unfiltered, and then pulled the lollipop out of his mouth with an obnoxiously loud pop. “You want a taste?” You blinked. “Of… the lollipop?”

“Of me.” His grin was all teeth now, cocky and dangerous. “Oh my god, you are the worst.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, looking pleased with himself. “You love it.”

Ten minutes later, you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car, legs propped up on the dash, Jungkook behind the wheel with Bam in the backseat, tongue lolling out happily. The car smelled like snacks and faintly of his cologne—woodsy, warm, and far too comforting. Jungkook handed you a bag of gummies without looking. “Peace offering for my terrible pickup lines.” “I’m still deciding if I forgive you,” you said, but you took the bag anyway, bumping your knee lightly against his arm. “Lips still available if you want a better apology.” You laughed, covering your face with the gummy bag. “Stop.” But you didn’t really want him to. Back at the apartment, Jungkook dropped the snacks on the coffee table and kicked his shoes off, calling for Bam like a dad returning from a long day of work. “Come here, baby!” Bam bounded over, tail wagging, and immediately jumped onto the couch beside you. You ruffled his fur, laughing when he tried to climb into your lap. “You jealous?” you asked Jungkook, who was watching the two of you with narrowed eyes. “Of course. My own dog betraying me.” “He loves me more.”

“Blasphemy.” Jungkook stalked over and flopped onto the couch beside you, arms spreading across the back. “Guess I’ll have to win back your attention.” You arched a brow. “By doing what?” He leaned in, brushing his nose against your cheek, his voice dropping a little. “By reminding you exactly who you belong to.” And just like that, the air between you shifted. His hand slipped behind your neck, thumb brushing your jaw, and he kissed you—slow, teasing, like he had all the time in the world. The cherry flavor still lingered faintly on his tongue, sweet and addictive. You sighed into it, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, and he smiled against your lips like he knew. He deepened the kiss, tongue sliding against yours with a little more urgency, one hand slipping to your waist to pull you closer. Bam, unimpressed by the PDA, made a dramatic huff and jumped off the couch. You broke the kiss, laughing breathlessly. “You scared your son away.”

Jungkook didn’t look sorry at all. “Worth it.” You were already a little breathless, your body warm from his touch. You gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.” He pulled you onto his lap, hands snug at your hips, lips brushing your ear. “But you’re still here.” And you were. Because cherry lollipops and ridiculous flirtation and a boyfriend with a heart-stopping smile?