Going In Ur Bed After Work Has To Be The Most Rewarding Thing

cw :: degradation + praise . choking . slapping . daddy kink

toji fucks you like he hates you.

obviously, he doesn’t, despite his sass, he loves you more than anything. but when your hips meet back against his in such a lewd manner, he can’t help but lose control.

“f- fuuuck, toji, please — “ you whine, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. he has you in missionary, a hand wrapped around your throat as his hips snapped into you at a ferocious pace. “pleasee, what? use yer words, ‘lil girl,” he mocks, a sick grin on his face. beads of sweat formed on his hairline, his tongue swiping across his scar.

“don’t stop, ‘m so close,” you cry out, your legs limp spread against the sheets. your gaze never strays from his. “nuh uh, hold that shit,” he growls, his hand tightening around your throat. “yer g’na cum with me, make a mess all over this cock, fuck, y’wanna be my messy girl, hm?”

your eyes roll to the back of your head and threaten to close from the overwhelming amount of pleasure toji was giving you. you quickly come to when he tauntingly slaps your cheek. gently, of course. “keep those fuckin’ eyes n’me, baby,” he stares down at you with half lidded eyes, “yeahhh, there you go. hi, angel.”

his thrusts become a little more sloppy now, his hands moving down to wrap around your waist, his cock reaching impossibly deeper. threatening to kiss your cervix. “toji—!” you cry, and he slaps your clit, the action making your body twitch. “tch, thought i taught you better than that,” he chides and shakes his head, “s’not my name right now, girl.”

you whine, and correct yourself. “daddy, please, need you t’fill me up, shiiit,” you begin to babble, it becoming a little more challenging to hold back the orgasm you were on the brink of. “thas a good girl, mhm,” he speaks lowly with a shit-eating grin stretched across his lips, “s’right. you wanna feel my load in you, hm? want daddy to stuff you full?”

you nod, eyes puffy. “yeah, yeah, wan’ it so bad,” you cry, and he nods. “since y’ asked so nicely,” he snickers, “hold onta me, girl,” and you immediately oblige, your wraps reaching up to wrap around his broad shoulders. his hips begin to stutter into you, and he finally slams into you with a moan of his own, spilling his load into you. lots of warm, long spurts of hot cum paint your inner walls white, and your ears ring.

your own orgasm has you spasming around him and he rests his sweaty forehead in the crook of your neck. “fuuck, milkin’ me dry, lil’ girl,” he groans, placing hot open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. “took me well, hm? did s’good.”

your lips curl up into a lazy smile, breathless pants leaving you as he just stares and admires you. ‘course he loves you, despite his body treating you like a mere dumpster for his loads. he presses a sweet kiss to your cheek.

And ykw? Taiga could get it too. he’d prob kill me in the process But that’s okay id let him

i need jiro kirisaki in a way that concerns femininity. That’s my man he just don’t know it yet 👩🏽‍🦱 we together in my head

things i’m trying to ride:

Shiro wanna go home... (っ- ‸ - ς)

goated smut writer (i have no sexual experience whatsoever)

need him so fucking bad

toji in miguel ohara's suit

i need jiro kirisaki in a way that concerns femininity. That’s my man he just don’t know it yet 👩🏽‍🦱 we together in my head

"I can't stand events like this..." Kento grumbled, huffing as he fiddled his cufflinks into place. He sighed, looking to you and holding his arms out, dull resignation on his face. "Alright?"

You looked him up and down; long legged, filling his shirt and dress slacks like he was poured into them, effortlessly handsome with slanted eyes and high cheekbones. You staggered into your heels, giving him a wistful sigh.

"Amazing, as usual. And here I am, looking like warm coleslaw."

Kento scoffed, pinching your chin to turn your face up to him, liquid adoration in his eyes as you bit your lip.

"Hardly. I can only aspire to your level. But, when I get you home..."

"We'll probably be too peopled-out for anything. Even each other."

Your faces matched up, in grouchy resignation. Carried by social obligation, Kento grabbed the car keys, reaching to open the door. Your phone rang; you answered.

"Hello?" A tinny response, apologetic. Your eyes shot up to Kento, holding one hand out to him; a pause order. The thrill in your eyes did not match the tone of your voice.

"Oh, no, you're ill?" Kento's eyes widened, his hand reaching slowly to hover his car keys back over the hook.

"The party's cancelled?" Kento almost convulsed with delight, his fingers dropping his keys with the barest flourish. He loosened his tie, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Gosh, what a shame, we were so looking forward to a night out--" Kento kicked off his shoes in one fluid movement on the way to the kitchen, almost dancing round the corner.

"--I know, we bought wine and everything, it's okay, listen--" Kento walked back past you; said wine was uncorked and paired with two glasses. Kento's shirt was unbuttoned to his navel with a loose, hanging tie, and a bag of snacks pinched between his teeth. He beckoned you to the sofa, and you flapped a hand at him, grinning.

"--listen, I'm gutted. I'm so disappointed--" Kento shot you a look, and you smirked, "--but we'll just do a raincheck, okay? Okay."

Kento walked up behind you, impatient, and you stifled laughter as he picked you up around the waist, and carried you, tossing you onto the sofa.

"--okay-- yeah--" Kento's fingers reached for your phone, threatening as you muffled your laughter and kicked at him, "--yeah, yep-- love you too--" Kento grabbed your phone, and you called out, "--bye!"

Kento hung up, tossing your phone aside, and you squealed as he climbed on top of you, aggressively nuzzling your neck into the sofa, crushing you under his full weight.

"Thank fuck for that."

"I'm so happy I could cry, Kento--"

"--let's order dinner--"

"Yes!"

"Yes." Kento groaned, pressing hungry, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, tasting the perfume from your skin. "And while we wait..."

You heard the clink-clink of his belt buckle being undone, and you laughed, your cancelled plans making way for moans and sighs.

dude i think i lost a good 10 years off of my life just now, i was making food and its around midnight and i just watched a scary video and i knocked over a plastic cup with forks in it and it sounded like a MONSTER GROWLING im so scared rn holy shit

Squish his face💖

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