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satorena · 2 hours ago

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.𖥔˚. “and whenever we fuck she be fuckin’ me back, put her in a headlock with my elbow” or whatever dababy said.

cw. explicit content. afab!reader. mild asphyxiation play. báckshots. squírting. implied marathon séx. mild impact play. reader is freaked out & toji is trying to keep up. 1.8 wc.

heat.

he feels nothing but heat as your velvety walls swallow his throbbing cock, consuming his vulnerability straight into the warmth of your core. heat, as the course in which blood pumps through his veins runs hot, flashes of pure adrenaline the only fuel left steaming in his worn out body from sheer overstimulation. heat, in the way it creeps up his chest, past his love assaulted neck and sits all over his face.

heat, the way the smooth skin of your ass feels as it ricochets off his hips in ripples that waves of the deepest of sea floors couldn’t ever dream of recreating.

he fucks into you like he’s got something to prove, and maybe he does. because you sit there, sprawled on all fours, a sinful dip in the arch of your spine glazed in drying semen— and in the midst of your mewls, you’re smiling, the furrow in your brows and your loosened jaw a telltale of satisfaction on your end. but, there’s an almost relieved smile etched on your lips, and toji’s never found a woman enjoying herself during sex any more attractive.

he’s rounds deep into fucking, has forgotten the amount hours ago, but even with sweat seeping out of every pore on his body, there isn’t anything celestial that could sever the magnetic pull of his thighs meeting the back of yours. your cunt is soaked, so wet he hardly feels his own dick crushing your cervix. but clamps down on him with a grip so tight— as if running from good pussy has ever been in his character.

he holds onto your hips harshly, and knows he’ll leave visual proof of his dedication printed into your skin. there’s a wonton symphony that soars into the sex scented room— a harmonious blend of your dripping pussy squeezing onto him for dear life, sweaty skin slapping against sweatier skin, and the love child of guttural groans and throaty moans. his name spills past your swollen lips in broken hiccups, but the way your nails claw into damp sheets suggests you’re just as relentless.

if not more.

his abdominal muscles tighten with every devastatingly deep thrusts, and there’s the familiar tingle simmering in his guts. he knows he’ll hold out until he rearranges yours via mushroom tip, but there’s only so much a man can muster out of sheer will alone, and you looking back at your bodies’ point of contact with heart in yours eyes certainly isn’t helping.

he doesn’t need to look to feel your creamy essence enveloping the base of dick. it sits into the patch of raven hair right above and connects strings of the sticky substance from your rear end to his front. it’s as messy as it is disgusting, and it takes every brain cell left in his putty mind to not cum.

a stray drop of sweat trickles from his matted locks and lands straight onto your ass cheek, and he brings a hand to land a firm blow onto the flesh. a deep rumble emerges from the depths of his lungs when your sweet cries are accompanied by a tighter claw of your cunt on his cock, “fuckkk mama— you tryna k-kill me here?”

a rhetorical question, of course, but the probabilities of it are never zero, by the way your misty eyes drag up slowly to meet his darkened ones.

your torso twists as your neck shifts, the love bites near your jugular blossoming into a purplish hue on full display. your smaller frame bounces forward from ruthless pounding, and even as your head jerks from the repetitive attacks, your smile never fades. and the wider your cheeks split, the harder he pistons his length into you.

his heavy balls ache for release, desperately tempted to fill your womb full of his unconditional love, but knows better than to cross that bridge, and instead lurch forward with each stroke to slap at your puffy clit. the additional stimulation forces your teeth to sink into your bottom lip, failing to contain the whimper that crawls out of you.

“tojiiiii,” follows the pathetic sound as his knee knocks into yours to further spread your thighs apart and deepen the exploration of his tip inside your cave. “you fuck me sooo good— can feel you in my s-stomach, baby.”

what a sweet little thing, he thinks smugly, though doesn’t doubt your words in the slightest . he’s positive if he flips you onto your back, the outline of his cock protruding your tummy would be prominent. you always take him so well, possibly better than how he takes you. little to no complaints ever, besides to up the pace or readying up for another round.

toji doesn’t get the chance to answer when he hears the thick sound of your bodies colliding echo in the air. there’s a look of overwhelming lust glazing over your eyes, and it doesn’t take the namely faster point of contact of your ass against his pelvic region to piece together that you’re fucking him back .

as your hips push backwards to chase that euphoria, his own drag forwards in timely manner. the gravitational push and pull of your sweaty bodies in synchrony has long surpassed human comprehension, your battered cunt surely in dire need of a break despite your mind’s own desires, as well as his painful hard-on diving back into the familiarity of home. toji didn’t care enough to let his weary body rest— he’d blow your back out until you personally begged him to stop.

and judging by the subtle throw of your head from his hand wrapping around the column of your neck with pressure applied, he knows that isn’t any time soon.

“that’s it, doll.” toji praises you through an animalistic growl, hooking his thumb in between your gaping mouth, doubling in the groan when you latch onto his digit with pouty lips. “fuckin’ show me how bad you need this dick.”

and show him you do, hips relentless as you bounce on his puncturing cock as if it were your lifeline. he matches your energy effortlessly, his body having a mind of its own as it meets you halfway. there’s bliss spread all over your face, a feeling you’re unable to shield even if you wanted to, as drool slobbers past his calloused knuckles.

the sharp coil in his stomach feels too big for the space it occupies, as it tightens the faster the pace augments. you throw your ass back so hypnotically that toji has no other choice but to spank both cheeks to cease the daze you were pulling him in.

it does no damage, of course, but the reddening hand mark embedded into your jiggly flesh certainly riles him up .

when the glide of his thick cock against a fleshier wall in your cunt has your teeth sinking painfully into the pad of his thumb, he knows you’re near. the soaring pain shoots straight into his balls, the sack twitching in anticipation to release generations worth of hot cum onto you.

not into you— yet, at least.

it starts with heat licking at every limb in his body. then, the tingling buzz in his rib cage. his mind runs miles a second, simultaneous full yet deviated of thoughts, besides a range between putting a ring on your finger as soon as he’s finished shooting blanks and how sinful every dribble of your essence melting into his skin forces a curl of his toes.

and your eyes— god, your eyes.

they don’t leave his for a second. not when the tickle of his pubic hair scratches your ass. not when the back of your thighs meeting the front of his starts to become borderline painful. not even when he pokes at your golden spot like he’s trying to push all your buttons for that explosive reaction. they don’t pull back, barely even blink at all, but stare deep into his emerald ones as if trying to bare his soul open at your disposability.

if your body wasn’t revealing your every desire to fuck like animals, then the look in your eyes most definitely did.

“shit,” he cusses, realizing he’s lost both the battle and the war, “‘m gonna cum.”

your moans come out muffled around his finger, though the excessive nod of your head confirms you’re both on the same wavelength. he feels it in the way your pussy kegels on his dick, practically begging him on your knees to grace you with his nut.

and just who was he to deny you of that right?

though, you beat him to the chase as you suddenly pull forward, just barely, off his cock and robbing him of warmth, and your body convulses in tremors of ecstasy. your jaw slackens and his thumb slips from your mouth, but easily finds your neck and clutches. he then only realizes you’re cumming when your smaller hand wraps around his cock, and drags his tip up and down your slit as you shower him in liquid.

what a sight for sore eyes— your body hardly able to contains its arch as your thighs tremble, and your lips part to cry out his name. his fingers hold a little harder around your neck while you use him to get yourself off, spraying yourself all over. the desperate tugs of his dick at your pussy lips are amplified by the unexpected but never unwelcomed dam that floods.

his chest pants heavily, and the coil in his guts snap. he swears his mind blanks out as he coats your fleshy pussy in hot strings of cum. he doesn’t even try to suppress how desperate his moans come out, not when your upper body slumps into the bed and your ass toots in the air. you let his cock rest in the crack of your ass as he finishes up his heavy load, the evidence leaking from your spine to the dimples in your lower back.

it takes both an infinity and a second for his high to come down, dick jumping weakly against your ass as it empties its contents out. he’s struck with the urge to spank your globes one more time and does just that. “fuckkk,” toji sighs, the tingle in his cock breaching the painful zone as you wiggle your hips back. you’re fucking insatiable, teasing him so.

“come on, old man,” you peer over your shoulder, giggling at the scowl on his face from that god forsaken nickname. he watches as your hand slips beneath your body to knead at his balls, and his cock twitches eagerly at the touch. fucking hell, he’s just as insatiable, “don’t tell me you’re already tappin’ out?”

he knows you’re baiting him. he knows you know he could and would keep you up until sunrise. but dangle a bone in front of a starving dog and watch how fast it’ll lunge. and before he can even bother weighing the pros and cons, he flips you onto your back and rests your legs over his shoulders.

and your smile is telling. i’m gonna be here for a whileee, toji thinks internally as he grips the base of his weeping cock and slips back in.

rena writing for toji????? hello????

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