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At the best of times, Toji is a prick-- a smug, self-centered, arrogant fucking prick who has no business being as horrifically roguish and handsome as he is, but if he wasn't, fucking him wouldn't be nearly half as fun.
Yet, as of late, whenever you're together-- and you use that term, "together", as loosely as possible--, things don't feel quite right.
Like right now, with your hands tied up against the headboard and your thighs hooked over Toji's forearms, you look up at him and feel a stab of something uncomfortable-- like you're missing something awful and obvious.
And maybe it's in his smirk, that knowing lazy curve full of white teeth and ill intentions, that makes you always feel like he knows something you don't.
Then, it's over.
The feeling only lasts a split second, and only ever happens during those rare moments of clarity just before he inches his hips forward to begin filling you so perfectly that your breath stalls in your chest, your mind going immediately blank.
Toji slides in beautifully slow-- atrociously slow-- until the stretch of him spearing you on his cock has your back arching and your toes curling, hips squirming like you're not sure if you want to tell him to stop or keep going.
He's just so thick, even after fucking him night after night you never seem to get used to the way he spreads you open, every ridge and vein rubbing against your slick walls, deliciously igniting that overwhelming ache between your thighs that has you whining low in your throat as you struggle to take all of him.
It's reflex that has you moaning a stuttered "n-no" all breathless and needy, begging him in that way that makes him chuckle and lean forward to suck bruises into your neck. Your nails dig into your palms, hips canting even as he keeps you steady on his cock, "T-Toji- f-fuck... you're- mmm too- too big..!"
He grins against your skin, kissing the soreness away with a dark murmur, "C'mon, sweetheart, you can take it." And you do, choking on a moan as the head of his dick surges forward to slide against places you didn't think could be touched, forcing waves of pleasure wrought shivers flowing through you.
Toji hums, balls deep and indulgent as he pulls away from your neck to look down at you with those half-lidded, mischievous eyes, and for some reason that strange feeling creeps back on you. As if sensing your mind wandering, Toji snaps his hips into yours once, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips muddled with the word "please".
"Fuck, baby..." He groans, grinning in a way that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing on ends, "You're an insatiable little thing, aren't you?" He thrusts into you again, then again, setting a deep, hard rhythm that has the bed steadily knocking into the wall with measured dull thumps. "So helpless and desperate, a little fucktoy in the making."
You whimper his name, a tight, airy "Toji" as you squeeze around him tight enough that his hips stutter in their pace before he goes back to fucking you, momentum increasing with every deep pulse of your walls around him.
"You like this, huh? Like my cock breaking you open over and over again- wanna be my little slut, huh? Wanna belong to me?" His voice is a rough snarl, vicious, and eager, and biting while something in your gut tries to ring with alarm only to be snuffed out by the harsh pistoning of Toji's hips.
He practically has you curled in half when he presses forward, again, lips capturing yours in a rare, violent kiss that leaves your lips throbbing. "You wanna be mine, don't you? Wanna be owned by me, dependent on me, only to be fucked raw and dumb, until you're nothin' but a drooling little plaything for me to pump full of cum. C'mon, sweetheart, tell me I'm wrong," he goads, breath mingling with yours where he hovers just over your lips, "Tell me 'no' one more time."
And it feels wrong, feels like there's something in his words that sound too true-- like a promise. But you ignore it, brushing off your paranoia like you were always taught not to, but it's difficult to keep focus when you feel yourself edging closer to the end with Toji's cock buried inside of you in the best worst way possible.
"Yes, wanna be yours, Toji... wanna- fuck, please- just be yours- just yours." And you swear you're just playing your part, but there's a glimmer of something in you that doesn't really mind it-- the fantasy of his complete domination-- at least, not right now.
But Toji's laugh is sinister, a reverberating threat that has your stomach dropping like you just made a deal with the devil. "Smart little slut, aren't ya'?" He says, reaching a hand down to stroke you to a sudden, sharp and disorienting orgasm. He fucks you through it, only vaguely slowing his rhythm as he drops one of your legs to angle your face up and forward.
Something cool wraps around your neck and clicks, but you barely register it, eyes pinched tight as you try to ride the hard waves Toji's forcing you through.
He sneers triumphantly, still hard and fucking you through your every shudder and grind. "And here I thought we were gonna have to do things the hard way." He muses, but at your frown, he pats your cheek placatingly, "Aw, don't look at me like that, sweetheart. Just be nice and loud for me, and let me take care of what's mine."