mimi

he’d slide his fingers into you and feel how tight you were. he’d mouth at your pussy for hours, just to hear you beg. he’d grind against you while you whined in his lap, soaking through both your clothes, whispering “please, toji, i want it—” and all he could do was kiss you and tell you “later, baby. next time. not tonight.”

but then came tonight.

tonight, you’re spread out on his bed, naked and flushed, eyes watery and lips swollen from how hard he’s been kissing you. his head’s between your legs again, of course it is, tongue buried in your soaked pussy, fingers gripping your thighs while he groans like you’re the one giving him head.

he’s addicted to it. to you.

you cum once on his tongue. then again, slower, whimpering his name in an endless loop. he doesn’t stop, not even when your thighs shake. just keeps licking, worshipping, devouring like he’s starving and you’re the last fucking meal on earth.

and when you finally tug his hair, trembling, and whisper, “toji, please, i want you inside—” he freezes.

his mouth is wet with your slick. his eyes are wild.

“baby,” he murmurs, voice wrecked, “you don’t get it. i could hurt you.”

“i trust you,” you say.

“i’m serious.” he kisses your knee, your inner thigh, soft and trembling. “you’re so small. fuck- it’s not gonna fit—”

you look at him, soft and breathless, and say the one thing that breaks him completely; “but i want you to try.”

and that’s all it takes.

toji kisses you passionately. slow and deep. tongue in your mouth, one big hand cupping your jaw while the other strokes between your legs again, spreading the slick around like he’s prepping you for war.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he rasps. “tell me to stop. i mean it.”

you nod.

he lines up, breath shaky, cock thick and twitching in his hand— and fuck, he wasn’t exaggerating. he’s huge. long, veiny, curved just right, flushed dark at the tip, and already leaking like he’s about to lose his mind.

and when he pushes in, just the head, you both gasp involuntarily.

it’s tight. so fucking tight he almost blacks out.

you clutch at him, nails digging into his shoulders, legs shaking as he goes slow. agonizingly, sweetly slow. inch by inch, letting you stretch around him, stopping to kiss your neck and whisper, “you’re doing so good for me, baby… fuck, you feel like heaven…”

and once he’s fully inside, when your hips finally meet and your eyes flutter open, dazed and teary— he stays there. just stays, cock buried deep, not even moving. “can’t,” he breathes, “gimme a second- fuck- you’re squeezin’ me so tight—”

you both lay there, pressed together, hearts pounding. you feel full. stretched in a way that makes your toes curl. but it doesn’t hurt. not like you thought it would. it’s overwhelming. thick, hot, but good.

you nod up at him. whisper, “move, toji. please.”

and when he does— when he pulls out halfway, then thrusts back in slow and deep— your whole body arches off the bed.

and that’s when he really loses it.

because you’re moaning. loud. like you’ve needed this. like you’ve been aching for him for weeks. you’re clenching around him, pulling him in, crying “yes, toji, fuck, more—!”

and he gives it to you.

all of it.

no holding back now.

he growls your name like it’s a curse and fucks you hard, fast, deep, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust, hands gripping your waist as if he’s scared you might float away if he lets go.

“this what you wanted, baby?” he pants, breath hot against your ear. “wanted me to stretch this tiny pussy out? make it mine?”

you sob. nod. “yesyes, please, i needed it!”

“you’re takin’ it so good,” he growls, “knew you could. fuck, i love you—”

your eyes go wide. your breath catches.

but then he says it again.

“I love you. I fucking love you.”

and then you cum. hard. stars behind your eyes. body spasming. and toji follows with a moan so deep, it vibrates in your chest, spilling inside you as his hips jerk and his cock pulses.

he stays buried in you. kisses your neck. strokes your cheek. whispers, “you okay, baby?”

you nod, dazed. smiling.

“…still think it’s too big?”

“mmh,” you giggle, squeezing around him, “i think you just needed to put it to good use.”

he groans. “you’re gonna kill me.”

“you love it.”

he kisses you again.

and yeah. he really, really does.