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Klámstrákur | Sub!Toji x Reader

Toji Fushiguro is the best brat you could ask for.

❥ WC: 2k

❥ Warnings: gender neutral reader, watersports/piss, established relationship, bratty toji, brat tamer reader, porn without plot, restraints, hand jobs, vibrators, forced orgasm, multiple orgasms, dry orgasms, cumshots, overstimulation, choking, slapping, sub space, checking in, nipple squeezing/twisting, light degradation (filthy boy, disgusting)

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Toji is a challenge, through and through. Brash, bratty, undermining you at every turn. All so you’ll put him in his place.

That’s a challenge too, though. Toji doesn’t relent easily, practically teasing you with his coy smiles and seemingly endless resolve even through your worst punishments. But it makes it all worth it once you can finally break through those steel walls of his.

This time, you’re almost there, even as your wrist tires and your biceps ache. He’s cum four times already, his seed now cooled and sticky across his stomach and thighs, and you finally have to resort to attaching a small vibrator to his cock, focused right on his sensitive tip. He’s shaking by now, thighs tensing, body twitching and lurching forward as far as his restraints allow while his hips buck involuntarily.

Still, even in a state like this, with his eyes rolling and his hair stuck to his forehead, he has something to say about it. He steadies his gaze, and as pleased as you are to see that it takes him some effort to do so, you know from the glint in his eye that you won’t be so pleased with what he’s about to say.

You stop shaking out your aching arms, positioning your hands on your hips and peering down at him from where you were stood watching him as you stretch your muscles.

“What?”

He’s chuckling before he’s even said it, “I’ll let you have a little break if you need it.”

You’re forced to cloak your amusement in a stern stare as you make short work of the few steps it takes to close the distance between you two, turning up the vibrator higher and holding his jaw to force him to look at you as a broken groan is forced past his lips.

“I don’t need to touch your cock to make you cum.” Your grip on his jaw loosens, leaving his head to tilt back as he tries to hold out from giving in to the intensity further. It’s no use once your grip has found its place on the sides of his thick neck.

Green eyes lock onto yours, dangerous, excited, and his teeth are bared once you squeeze. He thrusts upwards, into nothing, but still that little toy pushes past his defences as it buzzes relentlessly at his sticky tip. Once your other hand finds his chest, squeezing and kneading at the pert muscle roughly, his composure cracks further as his head falls back and reveals a string of broken moans—rising in intensity until he’s making the sounds you suspect only you have heard coming from those scarred lips.

“Just let go already,” the command fortifies his composure for a moment as his mouth snaps shut and he swallows hard, only for it to be completely lost as you speak loudly enough that your words are unavoidable, “Filthy boy.”

With that, body takes over mind, as his cock spurts thin, watery cum across his stomach. It’s there one moment and gone the next as he bucks and shakes and grunts out his orgasm, making it indistinguishable from the rest of the mess of cum and sweat on his body. He falls limp for a moment, before the buzzing of the vibrator breaks through the throbbing haze of having yet another barely buried orgasm unearthed, but it quickly becomes too much as his stomach tenses and he winces.

“Aww, is it starting to hurt?”

Toji deals you one half opened eye and a sneer and you chuckle, happy to find that as always he is never too far gone to be keenly aware of your intentions. He braces himself when you sit down next to him, leather of the reclined chair that had been his throne for tonight’s play squeaking as you lean over him to turn off the vibrator, carefully removing the bondage tape securing it to him.

“There you go.” You set it aside, checking over Toji’s skin as he lifts his head and watches you carefully—as carefully as he can while still catching his breath.

“That it?”

You rest your hand on his hip, locking eyes with him and giving him a smile that has the beautifully straining muscles on his neck tensing as he stifles a small gasp, and the joy in his face matches yours as you tilt your head and shake it slowly, adding a happy little, “No.”

His head falls back as you grip the base of his cock firmly and he settles in, as if waiting for the drop on a rollercoaster. His smile is a challenge, and you waste no time as you swipe your thumb around his sticky tip, getting to work before that sensitivity ebbs. He clenches his teeth, eyes locked on yours, so you add jerking motions—rough and fast—to accompany the onslaught on his aching glans. Toji steels himself, but it’s been a long, long night and even a man like him can be bested.

It comes fast, one second his heaving chest, sweaty temples, and involuntarily jerking thighs are the only thing betraying his neutral face, the next his eyes are rolling, and his mouth is open wide in a silent gasp as pleasure meets discomfort head on.

His toes point, before he’s bringing his knees up as much as the restraints around his ankles allow and digging his heels into the chair. Thighs tremble, and his stomach caves in enough with his finally audible gasping breaths that the contours of his ribs can be made out even through all of his muscle. His hips buck wildly, as if trying to escape your grasp, but he only fucks himself deeper into your iron grip.

“Wait wait wait-“

It’s not the word that will make you really stop, so you only continue on, adding your palm to rub at his sensitive tip until he’s whining and gritting his teeth so hard you think he just might be fighting back tears. He holds his breath then, back arching, stomach tensed, and when he finally releases it with a string of curses, alongside it comes a spray of piss. You pull your palm away from his tip, allowing the spray to land mostly across his own body as you jerk him roughly right the way through until his cock offers nothing more, and all he has to give are deep whimpers from his slack jaw.

Still, you continue, even as his limp body twitches, and he hisses with every rough jerk of your hand onto his softening cock.

“S-stop.”

You give him a pitying look before shaking your head, “No.”

He’s hesitating, thinking, and you know he’s all yours when even Toji Fushiguro takes more than a second to bite back. Then, “I’ll make you stop.”

There’s no missing the filthy little groan he lets out as you bare your teeth in a wicked smile, “No you won’t.”

His eyes are fierce on yours, challenging, but you don’t stop and he makes no move to gain the upper hand in the position he’s in. Eventually, he relegates himself to take what you’re offering, just like you knew he would, as he bucks up into your hand, groaning and huffing and choking on his own noises as yet another orgasm is squeezed from him. Once again, his cum is translucent, watery, barely there compared to the loads that had long ago cooled on his skin. Then he falls limp into the seat again, panting and hissing under his breath, but all out of fight as you keep stroking him right through till more piss sprays out—weaker than the last stream but sent everywhere by your continued movements on his softening cock.

When it stops, so do you, releasing him and placing a wet and warm hand on his cheek. “Toji?”

He’s far enough gone to worry you, but even from the depths the concern in your voice reaches him. He licks his lips slowly, laughing breathlessly as he responds with eyes still closed, “Green.”

A small caress of his handsome face lets him know that though his voice was raspy, it was perfectly clear. You pull your hand away, allowing his skin to feel the chill of the room, before you replace the heat of your missing touch with a slap. His eyes open wide, though his pupils are blown as they lazily try to focus on you before another slap has them rolling back in his head, and you’re pleased to find he’s far enough into sub space that your hands are able to move him. “You’re fucking disgusting. Pissing all over yourself like that.”

Another slap and he’s groaning, cock throbbing even with the onslaught it had just been through. “Say you’re sorry.”

He laughs, breathy and broken, like he was out of his mind, then shakes his head.

The third slap has him bucking his hips up into nothing, soft cock slapping uselessly against his stomach.

“Apologize.”

“Nah.”

“You’re always such a brat, Toji.”

You slap him again, and resume your assault on his cock, jerking it roughly even as he continues to groan and twitch, muscled arms flexing against his restraints. This time he gets hard again, slowly, panting, hips bucking up so hard into your hand that he very nearly slips out of your grasp.

“You-” whatever comeback he was somehow able to muster is halted as he moans, mouth open wide, til he’s clenching his teeth and groaning.

Once again his body gives you every sign he’s cumming, hips snapping up, lurching forward as far as his restraints allow without breaking, hair falling in his eyes and he lets out a long whine through his clenched teeth. Every sign except his thick white semen as he’s been thoroughly milked dry of anything his cock had to offer by now.

He falls back, now allowed some reprieve as you release his length, and his chest rises and falls as he tries to calm his breathing. He’s still twitching every so often, as you can’t help tracing a finger up and down his softening cock, but he takes the chance to make sure he gives you the response he’d made an attempt at earlier, even through his shivers.

“You love it though?” Normally this would be a statement, said with a smile and half-lidded eyes, but now his eyes aren’t even open and the words end with a broken lilt, a question he was pushing into the ether with a hope that you would send back the answer he so badly needed—the answer he needed as badly as he’d needed everything else you’d given him.

You lean in close, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead, replying with warmth you knew he would feel head to toe, “Yes.”

He half opens one heavy lid to peer at you out of the corner of his eye, brow raising in a silent plea for you to continue on.

“I love my big,” you pinch one of his nipples, twisting and relishing in the way his back arches up as his eyes screw shut, “rude brat.”

He disobeyed you often, loving his punishments as much as his rewards, loving seeing you frustrated with him. He just couldn’t help himself, and you just couldn't help being lucky enough to have the brat of the century—and oh did you enjoy the challenge of taming him.

When you release his nipple he relaxes back into his seat, smiling like he was the victor in this little exchange, and you supposed he was.

You reach down and give his cock one final squeeze, hard enough to hurt, before patting his pecs and standing. You bend down to kiss him roughly, holding his jaw, and when your lips leave his you snap your fingers until he opens his eyes fully to look at you.

“And that’s the last time you’re gonna cum for a week.”

He looks smug, mind still able to conjure up all the little ways he’ll be challenging your punishment throughout this supposed week, even with as worn out as he is.

“Sure it is.”

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