☆ — Toji X F!reader In Bed Headcanons!

Whenever Toji appears

it’s a solid fact, carved into stone, that toji treats his pretty girl, you, so fucking good. like unbelievably good. so good that every past man in your life is a dim comparison to him. 

did any of the other guys buy you chanel handbags, or that vivienne westwood necklace you’ve been eyeing for so long, wrapped all and pretty as they sat idly on your bed? no.

toji wants you to be his one and only, he’s sure of it, so everything he does for you is solely out of the goodness of his heart. and forget about saying that he’s a little bit curious about how your tight pussy would feel as it wrapped around him. 

well, actually, he is a little bit curious but he doesn’t have to wait long (thank god, because he is not a patient man), before you’re spread out all nice and pretty for him, that pink lingerie he bought for you hugging your body in the most delicious way possible as his fat mushroom tip nudges at your puffy folds. 

and toji wouldn’t wait, no matter how much he tried, before he bullied his fat dick into your pussy, groaning out loud in the most sinful way possible at the way you clench around him. 

you can’t complain because he’s so pretty as he fucks you rough and deep, a ring of your essence surrounding at the base of his dick as he pounds into you ruthlessly, smothering you in compliments as his thumb swiped at your sweet little bundle of nerves.

“shit, baby you’re so gorgeous right now, wish you could see yourself,” he grunted, his hands steadying themselves on your knees as he quickened his movements, “be a good girl for me, open that pretty little mouth and tell me how much you love me.” 

and he watches in pure delight as your glossed up lips open, your eyes never leaving his as you give him a tiny smile, pulling him closer to your face as you mutter against his lips, 

“love you so much, t-toji, never loved anybody else like you.” 

poor thing just cums right there, his hot seed painting your insides white as his head falls into your chest, biting at your breasts as he moans at the felling of you spasming around him. 

“felt amazing sweetheart,” he nips at your soft skin, rising back up as his dark hair falls onto his face, the scar around his lip twitching upwards as he gives you a gleeful grin, “y’up for another round?” 

and how could you do anything else but helplessly nod for him to continue?

taste of gerbera ∫ t. fushiguro x reader

warnings/includes: mdni, vaginal fingering, impact play, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, degrading, dumbification if you squint, use of various pet names (kitten, little one), established relationship, mentions of violence

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: toji's gotten used to you always greeting him when he arrives home. he absolutely loves it when you literally catapult yourself to him once he's at the door, just having finished one of his dangerous missions. imagine how his heart momentarily stopped when he arrives to a quiet home and he doesn't find you in the living room where you would usually be waiting for him.

notes: i present to you, our favorite dilf. enjoy!

Toji is someone who basks in the attention his little one gives him. He loves it when you're all over him, looking at him with the brightest of smiles and your big, doe eyes shining in devotion as if he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. On the surface, his face is always marred with a frown or simply straight, devoid of all emotions but you know he has a soft spot for you and only for you.

The fact that you depend on him so much makes him so happy because how come that you, the sweetest and softest person he's ever met, give your trust and devote your life to a man such as him? Toji Fushiguro is one shady man and yet, you are in his life, smiling so prettily and always waiting for him in your little home.

He's a tough man, he knows that, you know that– heck, everybody that knows who Toji was knows that but still, you worry for him, you cry when he comes home with wounds on his body no matter how much he reassures you that he'll be fine and that it cannot be avoided in his line of work. He's never had someone fret over him like that and fuck if it doesn't turn him on and make him feel that odd but very much welcomed sensation in his stomach all at the same time.

The red tint on your cheeks and the soft squeal you make when he tells you he loves you is a little reminder that you're a gentle soul and that he should protect you, give his everything if it means you're safe and living your best life. 

"If anyone even dares to lay a finger on you, the world's going to end up in flames." 

Is a promise he engrained to his heart and mind so just imagine how his heart momentarily stopped when he arrives to a quiet home and he doesn't find you in the living room where you would usually be to wait for him. No chirpy "Daddy, welcome home!", no one catapulting herself to him, no kisses pressed on his entire face, no you, no nothing.

"Kitten? Daddy's home!" He calls out, voice loud and firm as he peers over the couch to see if you just happened to have fallen asleep while waiting for him only to be disappointed when he doesn't see you there. He could feel the erratic beats of his heart drumming against his chest but he wills himself to calm down and look deeper into the house.

When he doesn't find you anywhere downstairs, he starts trekking up the stairs in desperation. He's never felt this hopeless and scared before. Not even when he's on the verge of death, waiting for the door of doom to welcome him. "Kitten, where the fuck are you?" Never in his life did he expect that he would worry about someone this much.

"Bedroom!" At that, his feet carries him to where your voice is coming from, and there you were, sprawled out on the bed, on your phone, in nothing but his shirt and your underwear. Normally, he would find himself smiling at the sight of you, but after the little scare you've given him just minutes ago? No. Oh boy, he's pissed to say the least.

The fear and nervousness that settled within him slowly turning into annoyance when you don't even look at him after he made his presence known to you, eyes still fixated on whatever is on the screen of your device. 

"Missy." Slowly, you turn on your right to look at him innocently. The tone of his voice and the growl that followed the nickname he only calls you when you're in trouble makes you gulp and shift until you're sitting upright, phone facing downwards.

"Hi, Daddy." You greet him breathily, hoping that the smile you send his way calms him down and change his mind if ever he plans on punishing you. What did you even do?

"I was expecting for you to be waiting for me when I come home. I thought you would be excited to see me but I guess I was wrong, huh?" He is looking at you so fiercely, making you feel small and slightly intimidated.

Toji licks the corner of his mouth, tongue making contact with his scar, a habit of his when he's trying to hold himself back from something. Right at this moment, you know he's reeling himself back from blowing up on you. You watch him make his way towards you before settling on the edge of the bed beside you. "You know what to do." He grunts.

Without another word, you abandon your phone, scurry to take your panties off and tossing it somewhere in the bedroom then lays on your stomach over his lap. "I was waiting for Daddy..." You murmur sulkily, cheeks pressed up on his thigh and just waiting for him to start your punishment (which you think you don't deserve but you don't tell him that of course).

"Sure you were." The man scoffs, a large hand on your ass and kneading your right cheek. "Do you know how worried I was when I didn't find my little girl downstairs?" He asks followed by a smack on the same cheek he was kneading. The action makes you moan and even though he's just getting started, you can feel your slick slowly trickling down your folds in arousal.

"'M sorry, Daddy!" You weakly tell him but the man seems to ignore your apology when his hand lands another bruise-inducing slap on each cheeks of your ass this time, groaning at the sight of it bouncing at the impact. Looking at you like this, he can't help but be mean, wanting to see you cry and begging for him.

"You better start counting or do I have to do that for you too? Come on, little one. At least prove yourself worthy of being Daddy's slut." He hears your soft whimpers but he disregards it, knowing you're aware that whatever degrading things he tells you in the bedroom are empty and only meant to make you cry.

"Four!" The sound of his palm making contact on your reddening skin is loud but not as loud as your needy moan when he places a finger on your clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles which makes you move your hips down, hoping for Toji to insert at least one of his fingers inside your weeping pussy.

"Quit. Squirming. You. Brat." Four consecutive slaps are what he gives you, his words punctuated by each harsh lashes on your skin that it has you pathetically sobbing, mouth pressed on his thigh to bar the sounds of your cries with your saliva messily wetting the material of his pants.

"Sorry, Daddy! Don't want this anymore, want your cock, Daddy, please!" You wail, begging for him to just stuff you full and use you to his heart's content as you arch up, your plush and bruised bottom lifting off his thigh. At this point, your entire butt is decorated with the prints of his hand, pretty and all red.

"You think you can make requests like that, my dumb baby girl? And I don't hear you counting." Going a little gentle on you, he pats your ass twice with just enough pressure to see it bounce before his thumb moves back to your clit, massaging your nub and spreading your juices all over your messy cunt.

"Ten..." You sigh, eyes closing in satisfaction when he adds more pressure on your sensitive button while his other hand runs over the reddening skin of your ass in a caress.

"Good girl." With a swift hand, he fits his middle and index fingers inside your hole, the entire length of them rubbing against your walls just right.

"Oh Daddy... that feels s'good!" You whimper needily, walls clamping down on his digits and slick coating them as they move in and out of you in a pace so addicting that it has your eyes rolling back and mouth parting to release a whiny moan.

Toji leans down so that your back is pressed on his chest, his mouth just teasingly brushing on your ear before he whispers, "What do you say?" in a grunt.

"Tha-thank you, Daddy." You manages a shaky smile, eyes threatening to close with how good your boyfriend's fingers are languidly going in and out of you, his long digits able to reach that sweet, sweet spot you know is his favorite to stimulate just to hear you beg for him to keep going and stop simultaneously. He loves seeing you go crazy because of him. 

Toji pulls your head back by your hair with his free hand, the stretch on your neck making you whine but it doesn't stop him from gripping on it tighter. He wants to see you break and cry, it makes him feel proud of you and it satisfies him. Maybe it's the sadistic part in him but knowing that you can take everything he gives you turns him on so much. The tent digging on his pants and incessantly poking your stomach is enough proof of what you do to him.

"Daddy, more." You pant, tightening around his fingers to entice him into giving you what you want. Without a warning, he adds his ring finger alongside his two digits, his movements frantic and relentless now that you've asked for more. The slick sounds coming from in between your legs is so lewd and your moans only adding on to the heat of the moment, Toji can't help himself but be harsher.

This is one of the many things he loves about you. Even if you're in the middle of a scene, you know how his mind works, you tune your body to how he likes it because you know that he'll take care of you. All the rough handling he gives you, you embrace with your legs open and pussy dripping with want.

"Look how messy you are, kitten. Your little cunny keeps on tightening on Daddy's fingers too." He chuckles, listening to you babble and talk incoherently, too lust and pleasure-drunk to be able to come up with words that make sense. Curling his fingers upwards, he finally aims for the spot that he keeps on intentionally missing to torture you just a bit more, knowing that you can't do anything but receive whatever he gives you.

"Gonna cum, 'm gon' cum, Daddy!" You're fisting on his shirt, knuckles almost turning white with how much you're gripping on it. This time, Toji lets you move your hips back and forth to meet the brutal thrusts of his hand into your wanting pussy, letting you reach that blissful high you deserve.

"Yeah? You gonna cum on Daddy's fingers? Go on then, baby girl." He encourages, his deep voice really doing something to you in ways you can't explain but the pulsing of your walls around his fingers sure is enough to interpret it.

"Fuuuuuck- oh, Daddy!" You burrow your face deeper on your man's thigh, releasing the coil forming in your stomach and feeling that delicious kick of your orgasm settling in on you. You're literally gushing on your boyfriend's still moving fingers, helping you relish your climax to the last bit until your moans die down into soft pants.

Behind you, Toji smiles before he pulls you up so you end up straddling him. The sting on your butt makes you wince a little when your skin makes contact on the rough material of his drenched pants (courtesy of your saliva and cum). "Hey, kitten." He brushes some of your hair out of your face, the smile still on his face as he looks at you.

"Daddy." You only lay your head on his shoulder, too tired to say anything. For a minute, he lets you cuddle up to him to the point of you almost falling asleep but then you get startled when he slaps your ass again in a chastising manner. "Only bad girls swear during sex. Are you a bad girl?"

You lift your head to flash him a sheepish grin, shaking your head a little. "No, sorry, Daddy. Won't do it again."

He hums and presses a gentle kiss on your lips before maneuvering the both of you so you end up laying on your back with him hovering on top of you. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and lay there while Daddy fucks you until you can't say anything but his name. What do you say?"

"I'd love that, Daddy."

© pastel-catto 2021 ∫ plagiarism is a crime

𐐪 “𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄” — 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𐑂

featuring… fem!reader, toji

warnings… impact play (face slapping), masochism, daddy kink, creampie

word count… 390

a message from shae… toji is a pain slut. that is all.

“c’mon, baby. you can do it,” he rasps, his voice gravely and saturated with need.

he digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, strong arms working to bounce your hips up and down, rocking you steadily along his thick cock.

he raises one hand, wrapping his thick fingers around your wrist as he guides your hand to lay gently on his cheek.

“do it. just like daddy asked.” he looks at you through lidded eyes, mouth hung open as you raise your hand and bring it down again, watching as his eyes squeeze shut, hands flying toward your ass, your waist, whatever he can squeeze as he groans unashamedly.

“harder, fucking hit me, baby,” his voice is different, almost heavier. it sends shivers down your spine, your hips grinding harder, heat shooting straight to your sopping cunt at his open display of pure lust.

you do it again, harder this time, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. he plants his feet into the mattress, fucking up into you. his cock throbs and twitches inside of you, a clear sign that he’s close, that you’ve got him this close, this fast. that, deep down, your daddy likes being slapped around by his pretty girl.

“again.”

this time you don’t hesitate, breathy moans leaving your lips as you rock against him faster, hit him harder. his head rocks to the side when you slap him, a dazed smile stretching across his face.

“again,” he growls, teeth bared, balls slapping up against your ass with how hard he’s fucking into you. the wet slap of your skin against his own almost drowns out his loud, raspy moans as you strike your hand across his face one last time.

he cums almost instantly, arms flexing deliciously, teeth bared, big hands squeezing bruises into your ass as he fills you up entirely, pumping ropes and ropes of his thick, hot cum into your needy cunt.

he’s still panting, still struggling to catch his breath when he squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, watching your lips pout as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“good girl,” he laughs at the small twitch of your hips, the way you're still chasing your own high.

“‘s daddy’s turn, right?”

© DEAROMI 2021.

size training with sylus

<slyus x fem!reader>

where you’re size training on Sylus’s dick. ❤️

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, big dick!sylus, size training, size kink, dear god sylus and his fat cock, breeding kink, unprotected sex, pet names, dacryphilia, it’s just sylus brain rot ❤️

w/c: 2K

a/n: I’m on Love & Deepspace fic tumblr! 😮 hope I’ll be welcomed nicely here haha. As a peace offering, this is my present to everyone (and especially the Sylus girlies)!

You shift your body slightly, trying to make yourself comfortable, on top of taking slow breaths, your heart fluttering at Sylus's soft voice coaxing you. 

"That's it. Take it slowly, kitten", his voice slow and deep in your ears. But you don't see the way he's shutting his eyes and biting his inner cheek every time you squeeze around him. He's trying to pace his breathing as well, but it feels so fucking good.

You whine softly against his bare chest, his heat radiating off you, his slender fingers stroking your hair slowly, and his other hand drawing soothing circles on your thighs. 

You don’t remember how it started, but your thoughts start to drift, recalling the times your mind would float whenever Sylus had his lips on yours with you straddling on his thick thighs. He would devour you, painfully slowly because he knows that’s what riles you up, and he definitely enjoys listening to your whimpers, your non-verbal pleas for him to do more to you. He’d make sure your lips are wet and messy once he’s done with you, his touches teasing and light against your skin. Sylus secretly wants you to beg for it, because he knows that he’d give in to you in a heartbeat. His fingers would cup yours that were on his chest, and the look he would give you reset all the butterflies in your stomach. You would feel his thick erection, hidden under the thin silk black bathrobe he’d always wear against your clothed pussy, and dear god, he’s so fucking big. But before you could ask, Sylus would trail his fingers to tease your wet clit and pussy, soaking in your adorable reactions he swears is enough to get him off, erasing the question of wanting him to fuck you off your brain when the pleasure from his fingers tingles through your body. 

Sylus doesn’t pride himself as a generous being, but he thinks he’s always generous enough for you. He realises he enjoys having his face in between your legs, making you squirm, listening to you sob when he overstimulates you with his tongue, making sure his tongue presses and grazes fully on your clit while he listens to you fall apart, his crimson eyes locked onto you while he holds you down to take whatever he’s giving you. 

He’s good at distracting you like that whenever you want to bring up the question of fucking. 

This time though? Through your wet lashes from the overstimulation and hazy thoughts, all you were craving for was just to be fucked stupid by Sylus. Your hand reached out and pushed against his head. Sylus pulled back slightly, confused for a moment. 

“What is it, sweetie?” He paused, his hands trailing up and down your thighs. 

Your mind slowly clears, but your pussy is still pulsing from him tongue fucking you.

“Need you to fuck me, Sylus. Please. I don’t think I can take it any longer.”

Sylus is momentarily taken aback by your demand, but he realises he can’t keep holding it off, mostly because there’s only so much longer he’s able to hold back, especially when you’re begging for him like that. 

“I don’t think-“

“I can take it”, you muttered stubbornly, yanking your partner towards you. You shift yourself above him, straddling his thighs, just shy of his appendage. 

As much as your determination is endearing, Sylus knows your comfort should come first. And he knows very well that his cock isn’t gonna fit into you in one go, so he decides to let you gauge it for yourself—putting your hands into the string of his robe, gesturing you to loosen it. 

And you do, your gaze flickering from his cool expression to his silk robe sliding off his body when you untie the string. 

You swallow hard when his cock comes into view—thick, long and heavy, the tip red with a wet sheen of precum. Yeah, that’s definitely not gonna fit in you in one go. You and him solely being just wet enough wasn’t going to cut it. 

Nonetheless, you’re still determined. Your eyes meet his gaze and an idea pops into his head. 

He intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Tell you what, sweetie. I’ll fit into you slowly. Doesn’t matter how much you can take, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable when you’re doing so.”

“But-“

He presses his lips on the back of your hand. 

“I’ll be fine. You trust me, right?”

You nod, watching the way his eyes soften before you. 

So there you are, lying on your side, facing Sylus, your cunt trying to adjust to his cock as he stretches you open. It’s been a couple of days since you’ve been size training with your partner. It started off with getting his cockhead in, and that was already making you hitch your breath. Then inch by inch he sinks into you from then. He’d let you cock warm him like that and it never failed to leave you so full one session after the next. 

It’d been seven days, and you barely pushed through three-quarters of his girth. Initially, Sylus still could tease you while you tried to take his cock, but as he sunk deeper into you after each session, it started getting harder for him to maintain his composure—every twitch, every squeeze—had him digging his fingers into his palm, clenching against his silk pillow and breathing a little harder. 

He huffs once more when he feels you clench around his cock. 

“If you’re gonna keep clenching around me like that, Kitten, I don’t think I’ll be able to handle it.”

You glance up, watching the way Sylus’s platinum hair becoming a tousled mess against the pillow. His crimson eyes cast to meet yours, his lips pulled into a slight frown. 

“I can’t help it”, you reply, suddenly feeling self-conscious. 

You hear Sylus hiss slightly once more when he twitches inside you. 

“Do you think you could fit another inch in?” It almost comes off as a beg. 

You inhale shakily, shifting yourself further downwards, taking another inch of his cock. The both of you gasp at the sensation. 

You freeze at the thickness. How far down are you already?

“You’re almost all the way in, Kitten”, Sylus whispers, almost as if he heard your thoughts. His breathing is growing heavier by the second, and he’s forcing himself to hold back from just thrusting the remainder of his cock in. It’s dangling over him like his favourite prey. 

His thumb strokes against yours, trying to distract you from the pressure on top of pressing your forehead with kisses, singing you soft praises.

Your mind is gradually turning more hazy with Sylus’s cock taking up the majority of your thoughts, on top of his body soap that’s been creeping into your olfactory senses. The more Sylus inches his cock into you, the more he’s pressing onto your g-spot, and the more it’s starting to make you see stars whenever you blink. You’re growing so sensitive that you’re feeling every throb Sylus’s cock is giving you. 

Your hand is on his arm, trying to ground yourself from the slight soreness. Another strained whimper when Sylus pushes him deeper into your pussy. Slick leaks from your pussy and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Sylus. 

Another kiss to your temple, another circle drawing session on your thigh.

“Do you want me to go all the way in?” 

Your toes curl.

“I can take it.”

So Sylus inches his cock right to the hilt, knocking the wind out of you. 

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes, but oh god you do feel so good. 

“How are you feeling, sweetie?”

You hiccup softly. “So full.”

He chuckles. “Such a good girl.” The vibrations of his light laughter only press his tip further onto your g-spot, and it’s making your thighs shake from the impending orgasm. 

“D-don’t move so much, Sylus. You’re gonna make me—“ you try to bury your head into his chest but he stops you with his fingers in your chin. 

“Make you what?” 

He intentionally shifts, and his cockhead hits your sensitive spots again, sending fireworks into your eyelids, and a strained moan. Sylus seems to enjoy your reactions, because then he flips you to your back, his large frame looming over you, forcing you to look up at him with your legs folded, and still with his cock in you. 

Oh no. 

Sylus looks down at you with the faintest glint of softness in his eyes before it completely disappears, now just hunger seeping through the red. 

“Sylus!-“ you gasp, his fullness penetrating into you again, this time easily, considering the wet and sopping mess you’ve made around his cock. 

He only hums in reply, then pulling out slightly before he pushes into you again. He’s found your sweet spots, and he’s not letting it go that easily. 

The knot in your stomach pulls tight, and it’s making you tear up in sheer pleasure. You’re barely able to meet Sylus’s eyes, not when he’s fucking into you and has your head thrown back while you’re fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

It builds and builds. Sylus probably realises it from how much you’re just pulsing on his cock. His thumb rests at the corner of your lips and you let him slip in, your glazed out eyes meeting his. It makes his heart flutter when you’re completely undone like this for him, but he’ll never admit it, at least, not yet. 

“Gonna cum. Fuck, it’s so much, Sylus-“ you whimper before your mind completely melts away. 

“Release all you want on me, sweetie. That’s my good girl.”

That’s enough to send you over the edge—your orgasm hitting you like waves, tingling through your body like electricity, the pleasure eating you up over and over again. Sylus watches affectionately while you fall apart on his cock—the way you’re writhing and squirming, the way his name leaves your lips after every moan, the way your pussy creams so much on his cock. He thinks he’s doomed because he never gonna get enough. 

“Looks like a little kitten made a mess”, Sylus teases. He watches the way cream pools at the base of his cock when he pulls out slightly, only to thrust back into you again. His eyes flutter shut at the tight warmth eating him up, groans replacing his words. 

“Now, can I make a mess in you?” 

Your watery eyes meet his, and he’s equally about to lose all composure. You cup his cheeks, taking him by surprise, before giving him a quick peck on the corner of his lips, and then you nod. Said corner of his lips lift in satisfaction at your approval.

He’s just ready to ruin you. 

His strokes become more heavy, the overstimulation shutting your brain off. Nothing but pleasure is surging through your nerves now. You’re even holding up your legs so Sylus can fuck you deeper. 

“Now be a good girl and take all of it”, he mutters huskily, burying his face against the crook of your neck, his eyes snapped shut and his eyebrows furrowed. 

Despite the fact that you don’t get to see the way Sylus’s face contorts in pleasure when his orgasm hits him, his groans right in your ears serve you satisfied for now while thick white spurts into your abused pussy, filling you up all the way, some seeping past your plugged hole. 

You don’t realise how much you’ve clawed down Sylus’s back while he was emptying himself into you. 

Well, he doesn’t need to know anyway. 

Sylus stays above you for a moment, the both of you catching your breaths. He still has the energy to plant more bites on your neck while you stroke his hair. 

He pulls back to look at your face properly, and all you can think of is how fucking good he looks post-fuck—messy, sweaty, and so fucking delicious-looking. His fingers brush away your strands of hair, and his thumb caresses your bottom lip. 

“You’re truly gonna be the death of me, sweetie.”

NO NO DONT-👹

😇yeah lift it up

hey man. what

Hold it.

pairing: toji x fem reader

tw: mean sadistic dom toji, creampie, cum withholding, permission usage , orgasm denial, vibrator torture, daddy kink, size kink, biting, full nelson, begging, reader cries, dumbification, messy, fear play, reader says “no” but it’s not cnc or any kinda thing like that.

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“Don’t you dare fucking cum,” Toji warns, growling into your ear, feeling the dampness of your tear stained cheek. “If you cum right now it’ll be the last time you ever fucking do.”

He’s been at it for nearly an hour. Got you pinned and pretty, pressed into a full nelson, cock sliding in and out, deliciously grazing that sweet squishy spot that’s got you gushing around him. He’s got one arm wrapped around your thigh, holding a high powered vibrator flush against your clit, and the other shoving your head down to look at it. Fucking your cunt hard and fast while the toy shakes you to your core.

“Pl-plea,ease daddy, - oh fuck- pleaaasse!” You beg, eyes big and glittering from the tears, mascara running down your face in big black smears as you cry for him. “Please l-let me c-cum! please I’ve been so g-ood please please please please! I did what you wanted please j-j-just let me c-u-um!!” You’d been like this since the beginning, hearing Toji utter the command to hold your cum until he said so the moment he thrusted it, pussy twitching and throbbing as he upped the setting of the vibrator, his thick fingers spreading your lips apart as he set it right on top of your clit.

You had been good, you had held back your building orgasm so well. He could feel it in the way your pussy clenched desperately around him like a vice, the strangled breaths you took trying to calm the throb of your cute little cunnie being abused. The way you cried. He reveled in the way he ruined you. The way he chipped away at your resolve with every pump of his cock into your leaking core. The way your spirit began to wither with every vibration sent to your most sensitive spot. You had been doing so good, he was honestly surprised. He didn’t expect you to last this long, you must really be trying. It actually made him a little proud, it almost made him feel bad. Because he was going to break you.

No matter how hard you try, no matter how much you cry- your body can only take so much before it reacts. And he couldn’t wait to see how it would. After being denied orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. How long had you been holding the rising build up? How much cum have you held in? You were already fucked dumb, hardly able to form sentences, and eyes crossing and tongue lolling out of your drooling mouth.

It was only a matter of time.

“If you cum without permission I’m gonna find another dumb little whore to fuck. One who will listen to me. One who will be good.” He whispered into your ear, obviously lying through his teeth. But you were too fucked out to know the difference. He groaned as your pussy clamped down once again in a desperate attempt to keep the ever tightening wire from snapping. You cried a string of no’s and he smiled against the skin of your neck, eyes glazed over and glued to your cunt. “If you cum before I say, I will never fuck you again.”

And with that, he pressed the vibrator to its highest setting and slammed his hips the farther at they would go, splitting you open as the vibrator ravaged you.

And the wire snapped. And the flood gates open, and your body stilled as your vision went white and for a single second everything was silent.

And then you came. Hard. Your body seized and your eyes rolled back as a scream ripped through you. Toji’s eyes lit up, grinning sadistically as he frantically fucked you through, sending you into a deep orgasmic ecstasy that you’ve never felt before. Toji bit down into the crook of your neck as he fucked his cum into you, painting your insides with thick hot gooey spurts. Milking the both of you for everything you’ve got, the two of you ride your release for what feels like a blissful eternity before your body relaxes and drops into his chest, exhaustion immediately setting in. And after a second or two of adjusting to the come down, realization of what you had just done creeps into your foggy, fucked out mind. Fear sets into your heart, beating rapidly out of your chest as you turn your head to look at Toji with such big fearful eyes. Your lip quivers and your eyebrows knit together, big fat tears welling in your eyes, falling as you begin to cry again, “I’m sorry, daddy, please don’t l-leave m-me! I t-tried so hard, tried so h-hard!! didn’t mean to, didnt mean to, please-”

Though he found it intoxicating seeing you so afraid and so submissive, hearing you cry made his heart ache. His eyes softened, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he ran a hand thru your hair, kissing your forehead sweetly, “awww baby, I didn’t mean it. Would never leave you, you did so good. You were so good for me.” he cooed, settling you down as you hiccuped, drifting to sleep in his arms.

If I had a nickel for every time Aleksa put something up his ass and tried to make Alex smell it, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it's happened twice