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He’s calling again, he only calls you at night. You let out a weary sigh and set down your keys, you just got home from working your nine-to-five office job and the last thing you want is to be some scrub’s bootycall. You plop down on your couch, groaning as your phone buzzes on the table. You shouldn’t answer, you should go cook yourself some dinner and relax. You should go take a warm bath and wash your hair, then paint your nails-
BUZZ! BUZZ!
Damn it all.
“What took you so long?” Cocky bastard, you can see his smirk through the phone.
“I just got home from work-”
“Come over.”
Say no, say no, say no, you tell yourself to over and over but it’s no use. You’re changing into that outfit he likes and sliding on those heels he loves taking off of you. You don’t tie your hair up, he’s just going to pull it out of whatever style you put it in. You shudder as you think about his hands and the way they feel on your body, the way he puts his fingers in you, the way he moves them when he slides down to eat you out. Focus , you tell yourself as you drive. His house, if you can even call it that, is a short ride away, about ten minutes. You park on the street and get out only to see him waiting in his doorframe, his arms crossed over his thick pecs.
“Where’s your shirt?” You grumble, standing on his porch. He leans down to kiss you but you block it with your hand. “At least wait until dinner.”
“What’s the point? We never make it through dinner without-”
“That changes tonight.”
You’re sexy when you’re pissed off, at least that’s what he tells you as you scrub his dishes. The two of you aren’t even dating yet here you are tending house like a wife. His arms wrap around your waist as you start cooking and your heart feels like it’s going to burst from your chest. His forearms are huge, big enough for you to sit on. He grins when he catches you staring, pecking your neck and nipping softly. Your breath hitches as his hand drifts down to your skirt, his fingers dipping inside.
“I know you’ve had a long day,” he whispers. He kisses your temple as his two fingers stroke between your lips, your panties damp and sticking to his skin. “You’re already wet, you might as well let me take care of you.”
“After. Dinner.” You’re trying to keep at least a shred of your dignity but when his fingers dip into you you can’t help but let out a small whine. “T-Toji, I’m serious-”
“Fine, hurry up and finish cooking, ‘kay?” He licks his fingers clean, smirking as you shudder from the sight. He knows he’s hot, and that’s what makes him so annoying.
When you finish cooking you set down the plates, tidying up his table so it looks somewhat presentable. His house isn’t bad, just messy. If he picked up the clothes piles and random junk it’d be spacious despite being quaint. You sit down in front of him, watching him devour his food before it’s even cooled off. He’s a messy eater and he doesn’t wash dishes when he finishes, instead he goes to lounge on the couch in his living room. Jerk.
You sit beside him, laying your head on his shoulder. He puts on your favorite movie, his arm wrapping around your waist as he pulls you onto his lap. It's moments like these that always make you question things, question if you’re more than just a hole to him. He holds you close, eyes half-lidded like he’s going to fall asleep. You sigh, leaning back against his chest as the TV whispers into the room. He hates romance, but he’ll tolerate the movie if it means you’ll let him hit.
“Thanks for cooking dinner.” He grunts, hands sliding to your thighs. “How about dessert?”
“You’re so impatient- nnh ~” Your back arches as he pushes your panties aside, pumping his fingers into you.
His thumb circles your clit as his other fingers stretch you open, rubbing your walls so fast you can’t help but squirm. You’re soft around him, sucking his fingers in whenever he slips them out. Hot, damn that’s hot- the way you look up at him with those needy eyes, grinding against his fingers so desperately as if you weren’t bitching a few minutes prior. He kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning as his boner presses against your rear. You taste sweet, spit silky in his mouth as it glides down his throat.
“Have a taste.” He pulls his fingers out right when you’re about to finish, your thighs shaking as he holds them apart with a single hand. His other hand, the one coated in your click, hovers in front of your face. He presses two digits into your mouth, jaw clenching as you suck them clean. “Fuck…twinkie or glazed donut?”
“W-What?” Is all you can rasp as you catch your breath, an uncomfortable ache in your core. Asshole, he’s taunting you, knowing you were so close. “T-Toji put them back in~”
“If you want it so badly, hurry up and pick-” He pushes you down under him, pulling down your skirt before pulling down his own pants. His massive length springs out of his boxers, laying on your stomach. “-Or I’ll make the choice for you, Princess.”
“...Both.” You look up at him bashfully, legs straddled as he grips your hips. Your eyes widen as he aligns his waist with yours, “W-Wait-”
PLAP! He’s in, and he’s in deep. He always does this, shoving his entire shaft in and thrusting without waiting for you to adjust. He’s too thick, too girthy, stretching your walls apart so far you worry they’ll tear. You squirm only for a single strong hand to hold you down by your stomach, forcing you to feel his tip hit your cervix.
“Take it like a big girl.” He growls as he holds your hips up, making you cling to the couch for support. “It’s not like it’s our first time, you can handle this much.”
Your response is a slur of words as he pounds your pussy, eyes rolling back as you feel him throb inside of you. You hide your face with your hands as you clench around him, moaning and drooling as he angles his thrusts. Damn him, damn him and his stupid dick that makes you forget about every being angry or annoyed. All you can think about is his hands tangling in your hair, forcing you to watch his cock disappear inside of you until his balls hit your lower lips.
“Look at me when I fuck you.” He gives your hair a rough tug when you dare to jerk your head away, “Watch your slutty little hole suck me up.”
“D-Don’t say stuff like tha- anngh ~!” You cry out as he pins you down on your stomach, his thrusts quickening. “Oh my- mmh - Toji~!”
He’s not going to last if you keep clinging to him like this, squeezing his shaft, milking him for his seed. You’d look good pregnant, carrying his baby. He presses down on your stomach again, biting his lip when you gasp. He groans as your hands bury into his plush chest, face flushing as you squeeze the plump muscle. He wants to tell you not to touch there but fuck it feels good, besides, it’s fine as long as you don’t touch there- fuck, you’re pinching and pulling his nipples. You know he can’t take it when you do that. His tip jolts inside of you, shooting a hot shot as he continues to thrust. He’s not stopping and you’ve already been pushed over the edge, your body shaking in his sturdy grip.
“Toji- please ~!” Tears roll down your cheeks, mind fogged from the suffocating scent of sex. “T-Take it out! Too much~!”
“Not enough if you can still talk.” He yanks you onto his lap, keeping you faced away and holding your arms behind your back as he slams up into you. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
You’re bent over in front of him, legs spread far apart as he sends you forward with each thrust. He’s stirring your stomach, his semen oozing out of you and down your legs. What were you complaining about again? He’s perfect, his dick is soo perfect. You can feel every vein as they throb inside of you, his eager member swelling inside you whenever you clench even a little. You can’t think straight, too focused on the feeling of his cock rubbing your walls smooth. Grunting in your ear as he struggles to stop his orgasm, he smiles softly when your hazy eyes meet his, the fatigue in your face obvious.
“Last a little longer, ‘kay Princess?” He kisses your cheek and pulls out only to plummet back in, sending his cock through your cervix and straight to your warm womb. Yeah, here, he’ll cum right here and knock you up.
“ Toji ~!” Your weakly whimper, legs giving out.
He grinds his hips against yours, watching his semen pour out of you. Your thighs stick together from his loads, ropes of white splattered around them. There’s puddles on the floor and couch, a cocktail of your fluids and his. Damn, this is going to suck to clean. He plops down on the couch, holding you like he had earlier, as if the two of you didn’t just fuck to exhaustion. You’re knocked out before he can kiss you, clinging to his broad shoulders. Toji chuckles quietly, his laugh a low lullaby for you.
“Spoiled little princess.” He whispers, laying his head on yours.