"i'll get you some coffee & breakfast." he says, putting on the same sweatpants he had worn yesterday which had been discarded off across the room. "eggs & toast sound okay?"

you just hum before turning around & hugging the pillow close to your chest. he smiles at how adorable you look, so sleepy & clingy in the morning. he really had to hold himself back from smacking that sweet butt of yours but he knows he'd get an earful from you if he did — not that he'd even feel an ounce of shame for doing something like that！

toji shuffles down the staircase, heading to the kitchen & as expected, there isn't anyone around — the frat bros in this house aren't entirely known for being punctual or disciplined. man, even he's only up this early（10:41am to be precise）because he doesn't want you to be hungry & he wants to treat you.

especially after the near sex marathon the two of you had last night. he's honestly surprised you kept up but hey . . that's his girl for you！

as he rummages the cupboards for that syrup he'd bought for your coffee, he hears a pair of footsteps descending down the steps. and when he turns around, he's met with naoya, the newest member of the sigma delta house.

toji's not interacted with him much yet but he already has a feeling he wouldn't get along well with him so that's why he's kept his distance . . thought it's not as if he isn't open to getting to know the new guy so maybe now's his chance.

"hey." he greets naoya who trudges in, practically dragging his feet to the fridge. "you doing alright?"

"yeah . . just kinda tired." he says, opening the fridge door & grabbing a small carton of milk. he stands there for a bit, continuously stealing glances at toji who's busy brewing coffee for you.

"ya got something to say?" toji says, cocking an eyebrow at him, silently judging him for his weird behaviour. he didn't want to be too mean though, trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt that he's simply just nervous.

naoya's quiet for another few seconds before he replies in a low voice, "you guys were real loud last night." he stares at toji like he's trying to size him up, a rather sly smirk curling up the side of his lip. any previous indications of embarrassment seems to have flown out the window once he said that.

"damn, sorry about that." toji says, casually shrugging his shoulders at that. most guys might have felt some kind of way upon hearing that but not him — if anything, it just boosts his ego through the roof. "it's been a while since i seen her so . . you know how it is."

naoya hums in response, nodding his head like he was mulling over that. "i've never had a girl sound like that before. got any tips then?" he asks unabashedly, walking over towards toji who is now cooking up some scrambled eggs & heating some toast for you.

"tips?" toji repeats, caught rather off guard by the boldness of his question. maybe it's him attempting to make some conversation & possibly get closer to his frat members so there's nothing inherently wrong with it all（just pretty brazen.）so, toji decides to answer him.

"it's honestly real simple. just do whatever she likes. ask her what she wants you to do, that's very important. and of course, prioritising her pleasure. trust me, it makes sex so much better for the both of you."

". . prioritise her pleasure?" naoya mutters back like he'd heard the most absurd thing come out of his mouth. "what's that mean?"

"don't fuck with me." toji snorts, slapping his back & the impact nearly makes him fall to the floor. "fingering her. giving her head. that's basic shit, man."

naoya's face contorts into one of pure disgust, scrunching his nose up & drawing his brows together. "going down on a woman? that's fuckin' gross." he snarls, taking a chug of his milk straight from the carton.

toji wholeheartedly laughs at that. right to the boy's face, a faint pink now flushing his cheeks. "nah, you're crazy. what the hell do you do then when you're with a girl, huh? you just stick it in her, no prep, nothing?" he says, truthfully quite baffled at this revelation — a man who finds munching gross? that's a new level of low of man if he's ever seen one.

naoya just stays silent, muttering something under his breath & toji only catches on to one of the words — 'simp.' he can't help but roll his eyes at the boy, now very assured that this wasn't someone he wanted to get to know.

and if him making you scream his name & having you writhing in pleasure is him being a 'simp', he's wearing that name like a badge of honour.

"toji~" your voice cuts through the awkward silence that had begun settling between the two. he whips his head around & sees you skipping to him, wearing his clothes which just makes his heart ache with how cute you look. "is my coffee ready?"

he hands you your cup that he had set aside, all warm & sweet. you take a little sip of it, humming in delight as you do. "thanks! call me when breakfast is ready, okay?" you say & just as you head out the kitchen, you finally notice naoya & he's eyeing you like you're some kind of . . freak. toji notices it too, and that miffs him very much.

you shyly wave a tiny 'hi' to naoya & all he does is nod his head, barely acknowledging you. toji sees the way your face falls as you leave the kitchen, awkwardly smiling to yourself & scurrying up the stairs back to retreat into his room.

"you got a problem with her or something?" toji questions, now turning his entire body to face him, arms crossed in front of his chest & eyes narrowed as he shoots daggers at the boy. "she was being real nice to you."

"i didn't think you'd be into females like that."

toji nearly flinches at those words, feeling both disgusted & irked by what he'd just heard. "'females like that?' what's that mean, huh?" he grills him, stepping closer & closer until he's mere inches away with his fists already balled up by his sides.

"she doesn't seem like a high value female. she's walking out here with pretty much everything showing & she's not exactly got the body for it, does she?"

toji is eerily quiet, listening to the pure ridiculousness that this thing is spewing. he purses his lips together tight, doing his best to keep his composure because he knows you'd bite his head off for hitting someone else（even though he absolutely deserves it！）but the man he is, he tries to avoid any unnecessary conflict & just grabs your breakfast so he can head back upstairs to you.

but naoya just had to open his mouth once again.

"i don't like fat females and —" he doesn't get another word in as toji's fist makes contact with his face, the plates crashing to the ground & the food going down with it.

naoya hits the floor with a loud thud, blood spilling down his nose & cheek turning a deep crimson. before the guy can even get up, toji grabs him by his t-shirt & gnarls low into his ear, "say that shit again & i'll bang you so hard till you're begging me to stop." and he throws him back on to the floor, stomping away. "oh, & clean that shit up."

toji is halfway up the staircase when he sees you rushing out the room looking so concerned. "baby? are you okay? i heard something — oh!" he practically throws you over his shoulder as he takes you back to his room, telling you that he's taking you out for a nice lunch instead & that there's nothing for you to worry about.

──── ୨୧ ────

"fuckkkk~" you're crying out, nails clawing down his back that's sure to leave marks for days. toji's driving his hips so hard into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout his room mixed with your cute & sweet whines.

"you like that, babydoll?" he groans, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder to plough into you even deeper & the new angle makes you see stars. all you can do is whimper out pathetically as he drags his thick cock in & out of your syrupy folds. "such a pretty little slut f'me."

you're babbling incoherently, letting out the sweetest moans to your heart's contents. like you weren't in his frat house with a bunch of other people in it. but toji didn't care in the slightest — he truly reveled in seeing you so completely lost in yourself & knowing he's making you feel this good just has his dick throbbing inside of you.

and this might be sick of him . . but he kind of hopes that that prick of a man naoya is listening in on this. hearing just how good you're feeling & that anything he said about going down on women & that high value female crap will make him realise that that's why he won't ever make a woman satisfied.

"shit . ." naoya's voice comes out low & strained as he fists himself while hears your pretty moans grow louder & louder with his face smushed on to the wall. his tip is flushed a bright pink & his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

oh , the second he hears you whimper so needily, "fuck me harder please", he can't hold himself back any longer. the image of your tight pussy wrapping around his cock & begging him as you peer up with those doe eyes has him spurting ribbons of his cum all over his body.

naoya curses to himself mentally, feeling a surge of blood rushing back down into his cock when he hears you whining so damn cutely about wanting to be fucked deeper & harder. and imagining himself making you sound that way? — yeah , he's absolutely gone as he starts to stroke himself once more.

"i'll get you some coffee & breakfast." he says, putting on the same sweatpants he had worn yesterday which had been discarded off across the room. "eggs & toast sound okay?"

you just hum before turning around & hugging the pillow close to your chest. he smiles at how adorable you look, so sleepy & clingy in the morning. he really had to hold himself back from smacking that sweet butt of yours but he knows he'd get an earful from you if he did — not that he'd even feel an ounce of shame for doing something like that！

toji shuffles down the staircase, heading to the kitchen & as expected, there isn't anyone around — the frat bros in this house aren't entirely known for being punctual or disciplined. man, even he's only up this early（10:41am to be precise）because he doesn't want you to be hungry & he wants to treat you.

especially after the near sex marathon the two of you had last night. he's honestly surprised you kept up but hey . . that's his girl for you！

as he rummages the cupboards for that syrup he'd bought for your coffee, he hears a pair of footsteps descending down the steps. and when he turns around, he's met with naoya, the newest member of the sigma delta house.

toji's not interacted with him much yet but he already has a feeling he wouldn't get along well with him so that's why he's kept his distance . . thought it's not as if he isn't open to getting to know the new guy so maybe now's his chance.

"hey." he greets naoya who trudges in, practically dragging his feet to the fridge. "you doing alright?"

"yeah . . just kinda tired." he says, opening the fridge door & grabbing a small carton of milk. he stands there for a bit, continuously stealing glances at toji who's busy brewing coffee for you.

"ya got something to say?" toji says, cocking an eyebrow at him, silently judging him for his weird behaviour. he didn't want to be too mean though, trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt that he's simply just nervous.

naoya's quiet for another few seconds before he replies in a low voice, "you guys were real loud last night." he stares at toji like he's trying to size him up, a rather sly smirk curling up the side of his lip. any previous indications of embarrassment seems to have flown out the window once he said that.

"damn, sorry about that." toji says, casually shrugging his shoulders at that. most guys might have felt some kind of way upon hearing that but not him — if anything, it just boosts his ego through the roof. "it's been a while since i seen her so . . you know how it is."

naoya hums in response, nodding his head like he was mulling over that. "i've never had a girl sound like that before. got any tips then?" he asks unabashedly, walking over towards toji who is now cooking up some scrambled eggs & heating some toast for you.

"tips?" toji repeats, caught rather off guard by the boldness of his question. maybe it's him attempting to make some conversation & possibly get closer to his frat members so there's nothing inherently wrong with it all（just pretty brazen.）so, toji decides to answer him.

"it's honestly real simple. just do whatever she likes. ask her what she wants you to do, that's very important. and of course, prioritising her pleasure. trust me, it makes sex so much better for the both of you."

". . prioritise her pleasure?" naoya mutters back like he'd heard the most absurd thing come out of his mouth. "what's that mean?"

"don't fuck with me." toji snorts, slapping his back & the impact nearly makes him fall to the floor. "fingering her. giving her head. that's basic shit, man."

naoya's face contorts into one of pure disgust, scrunching his nose up & drawing his brows together. "going down on a woman? that's fuckin' gross." he snarls, taking a chug of his milk straight from the carton.

toji wholeheartedly laughs at that. right to the boy's face, a faint pink now flushing his cheeks. "nah, you're crazy. what the hell do you do then when you're with a girl, huh? you just stick it in her, no prep, nothing?" he says, truthfully quite baffled at this revelation — a man who finds munching gross? that's a new level of low of man if he's ever seen one.

naoya just stays silent, muttering something under his breath & toji only catches on to one of the words — 'simp.' he can't help but roll his eyes at the boy, now very assured that this wasn't someone he wanted to get to know.

and if him making you scream his name & having you writhing in pleasure is him being a 'simp', he's wearing that name like a badge of honour.

"toji~" your voice cuts through the awkward silence that had begun settling between the two. he whips his head around & sees you skipping to him, wearing his clothes which just makes his heart ache with how cute you look. "is my coffee ready?"

he hands you your cup that he had set aside, all warm & sweet. you take a little sip of it, humming in delight as you do. "thanks! call me when breakfast is ready, okay?" you say & just as you head out the kitchen, you finally notice naoya & he's eyeing you like you're some kind of . . freak. toji notices it too, and that miffs him very much.

you shyly wave a tiny 'hi' to naoya & all he does is nod his head, barely acknowledging you. toji sees the way your face falls as you leave the kitchen, awkwardly smiling to yourself & scurrying up the stairs back to retreat into his room.

"you got a problem with her or something?" toji questions, now turning his entire body to face him, arms crossed in front of his chest & eyes narrowed as he shoots daggers at the boy. "she was being real nice to you."

"i didn't think you'd be into females like that."

toji nearly flinches at those words, feeling both disgusted & irked by what he'd just heard. "'females like that?' what's that mean, huh?" he grills him, stepping closer & closer until he's mere inches away with his fists already balled up by his sides.

"she doesn't seem like a high value female. she's walking out here with pretty much everything showing & she's not exactly got the body for it, does she?"

toji is eerily quiet, listening to the pure ridiculousness that this thing is spewing. he purses his lips together tight, doing his best to keep his composure because he knows you'd bite his head off for hitting someone else（even though he absolutely deserves it！）but the man he is, he tries to avoid any unnecessary conflict & just grabs your breakfast so he can head back upstairs to you.

but naoya just had to open his mouth once again.

"i don't like fat females and —" he doesn't get another word in as toji's fist makes contact with his face, the plates crashing to the ground & the food going down with it.

naoya hits the floor with a loud thud, blood spilling down his nose & cheek turning a deep crimson. before the guy can even get up, toji grabs him by his t-shirt & gnarls low into his ear, "say that shit again & i'll bang you so hard till you're begging me to stop." and he throws him back on to the floor, stomping away. "oh, & clean that shit up."

toji is halfway up the staircase when he sees you rushing out the room looking so concerned. "baby? are you okay? i heard something — oh!" he practically throws you over his shoulder as he takes you back to his room, telling you that he's taking you out for a nice lunch instead & that there's nothing for you to worry about.

──── ୨୧ ────

"fuckkkk~" you're crying out, nails clawing down his back that's sure to leave marks for days. toji's driving his hips so hard into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout his room mixed with your cute & sweet whines.

"you like that, babydoll?" he groans, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder to plough into you even deeper & the new angle makes you see stars. all you can do is whimper out pathetically as he drags his thick cock in & out of your syrupy folds. "such a pretty little slut f'me."

you're babbling incoherently, letting out the sweetest moans to your heart's contents. like you weren't in his frat house with a bunch of other people in it. but toji didn't care in the slightest — he truly reveled in seeing you so completely lost in yourself & knowing he's making you feel this good just has his dick throbbing inside of you.

and this might be sick of him . . but he kind of hopes that that prick of a man naoya is listening in on this. hearing just how good you're feeling & that anything he said about going down on women & that high value female crap will make him realise that that's why he won't ever make a woman satisfied.

"shit . ." naoya's voice comes out low & strained as he fists himself while hears your pretty moans grow louder & louder with his face smushed on to the wall. his tip is flushed a bright pink & his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

oh , the second he hears you whimper so needily, "fuck me harder please", he can't hold himself back any longer. the image of your tight pussy wrapping around his cock & begging him as you peer up with those doe eyes has him spurting ribbons of his cum all over his body.

naoya curses to himself mentally, feeling a surge of blood rushing back down into his cock when he hears you whining so damn cutely about wanting to be fucked deeper & harder. and imagining himself making you sound that way? — yeah , he's absolutely gone as he starts to stroke himself once more.

𝓋anity ໒ ◞ ﹏ ◟ ྀིა

❤︎ 𓂋 key：fluff（no label）: smut - ♔ 💭 𓈒𓏸 drabbles（less than 1k words）： one-shot fics（more than 1k words）

𓂂⠀ ⠀⠀𓏵ㅤ ⠀ ⠀⠀݂ 呪術廻戦　⊹　jujutsu kaisen

♩ིྀ toji fushiguro ⋮ 伏黒甚爾

toji punches naoya 4 you ♔

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‎𓂂⠀ ⠀⠀𓏵ㅤ ⠀ ⠀⠀݂ ワンピース　⊹　one piece ‎

♩ིྀ roronoa zoro ⋮ ロロノアゾロ

reuniting with him

♩ིྀ vinsmoke sanji ⋮ ヴィンスモークサンジ

he notices ur odd behavior

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𓂂⠀ ⠀⠀𓏵ㅤ ⠀ ⠀⠀݂ ガチアクタ　⊹　gachiakuta

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𓂂⠀ ⠀⠀𓏵ㅤ ⠀ ⠀⠀݂ miscellaneous

♩ིྀ avatar: the last airbender

stargazing with him — zuko

morning sleepy sex ♔ — zuko

seeing ur mehendi — aang

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"i'll get you some coffee & breakfast." he says, putting on the same sweatpants he had worn yesterday which had been discarded off across the room. "eggs & toast sound okay?"

you just hum before turning around & hugging the pillow close to your chest. he smiles at how adorable you look, so sleepy & clingy in the morning. he really had to hold himself back from smacking that sweet butt of yours but he knows he'd get an earful from you if he did — not that he'd even feel an ounce of shame for doing something like that！

toji shuffles down the staircase, heading to the kitchen & as expected, there isn't anyone around — the frat bros in this house aren't entirely known for being punctual or disciplined. man, even he's only up this early（10:41am to be precise）because he doesn't want you to be hungry & he wants to treat you.

especially after the near sex marathon the two of you had last night. he's honestly surprised you kept up but hey . . that's his girl for you！

as he rummages the cupboards for that syrup he'd bought for your coffee, he hears a pair of footsteps descending down the steps. and when he turns around, he's met with naoya, the newest member of the sigma delta house.

toji's not interacted with him much yet but he already has a feeling he wouldn't get along well with him so that's why he's kept his distance . . thought it's not as if he isn't open to getting to know the new guy so maybe now's his chance.

"hey." he greets naoya who trudges in, practically dragging his feet to the fridge. "you doing alright?"

"yeah . . just kinda tired." he says, opening the fridge door & grabbing a small carton of milk. he stands there for a bit, continuously stealing glances at toji who's busy brewing coffee for you.

"ya got something to say?" toji says, cocking an eyebrow at him, silently judging him for his weird behaviour. he didn't want to be too mean though, trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt that he's simply just nervous.

naoya's quiet for another few seconds before he replies in a low voice, "you guys were real loud last night." he stares at toji like he's trying to size him up, a rather sly smirk curling up the side of his lip. any previous indications of embarrassment seems to have flown out the window once he said that.

"damn, sorry about that." toji says, casually shrugging his shoulders at that. most guys might have felt some kind of way upon hearing that but not him — if anything, it just boosts his ego through the roof. "it's been a while since i seen her so . . you know how it is."

naoya hums in response, nodding his head like he was mulling over that. "i've never had a girl sound like that before. got any tips then?" he asks unabashedly, walking over towards toji who is now cooking up some scrambled eggs & heating some toast for you.

"tips?" toji repeats, caught rather off guard by the boldness of his question. maybe it's him attempting to make some conversation & possibly get closer to his frat members so there's nothing inherently wrong with it all（just pretty brazen.）so, toji decides to answer him.

"it's honestly real simple. just do whatever she likes. ask her what she wants you to do, that's very important. and of course, prioritising her pleasure. trust me, it makes sex so much better for the both of you."

". . prioritise her pleasure?" naoya mutters back like he'd heard the most absurd thing come out of his mouth. "what's that mean?"

"don't fuck with me." toji snorts, slapping his back & the impact nearly makes him fall to the floor. "fingering her. giving her head. that's basic shit, man."

naoya's face contorts into one of pure disgust, scrunching his nose up & drawing his brows together. "going down on a woman? that's fuckin' gross." he snarls, taking a chug of his milk straight from the carton.

toji wholeheartedly laughs at that. right to the boy's face, a faint pink now flushing his cheeks. "nah, you're crazy. what the hell do you do then when you're with a girl, huh? you just stick it in her, no prep, nothing?" he says, truthfully quite baffled at this revelation — a man who finds munching gross? that's a new level of low of man if he's ever seen one.

naoya just stays silent, muttering something under his breath & toji only catches on to one of the words — 'simp.' he can't help but roll his eyes at the boy, now very assured that this wasn't someone he wanted to get to know.

and if him making you scream his name & having you writhing in pleasure is him being a 'simp', he's wearing that name like a badge of honour.

"toji~" your voice cuts through the awkward silence that had begun settling between the two. he whips his head around & sees you skipping to him, wearing his clothes which just makes his heart ache with how cute you look. "is my coffee ready?"

he hands you your cup that he had set aside, all warm & sweet. you take a little sip of it, humming in delight as you do. "thanks! call me when breakfast is ready, okay?" you say & just as you head out the kitchen, you finally notice naoya & he's eyeing you like you're some kind of . . freak. toji notices it too, and that miffs him very much.

you shyly wave a tiny 'hi' to naoya & all he does is nod his head, barely acknowledging you. toji sees the way your face falls as you leave the kitchen, awkwardly smiling to yourself & scurrying up the stairs back to retreat into his room.

"you got a problem with her or something?" toji questions, now turning his entire body to face him, arms crossed in front of his chest & eyes narrowed as he shoots daggers at the boy. "she was being real nice to you."

"i didn't think you'd be into females like that."

toji nearly flinches at those words, feeling both disgusted & irked by what he'd just heard. "'females like that?' what's that mean, huh?" he grills him, stepping closer & closer until he's mere inches away with his fists already balled up by his sides.

"she doesn't seem like a high value female. she's walking out here with pretty much everything showing & she's not exactly got the body for it, does she?"

toji is eerily quiet, listening to the pure ridiculousness that this thing is spewing. he purses his lips together tight, doing his best to keep his composure because he knows you'd bite his head off for hitting someone else（even though he absolutely deserves it！）but the man he is, he tries to avoid any unnecessary conflict & just grabs your breakfast so he can head back upstairs to you.

but naoya just had to open his mouth once again.

"i don't like fat females and —" he doesn't get another word in as toji's fist makes contact with his face, the plates crashing to the ground & the food going down with it.

naoya hits the floor with a loud thud, blood spilling down his nose & cheek turning a deep crimson. before the guy can even get up, toji grabs him by his t-shirt & gnarls low into his ear, "say that shit again & i'll bang you so hard till you're begging me to stop." and he throws him back on to the floor, stomping away. "oh, & clean that shit up."

toji is halfway up the staircase when he sees you rushing out the room looking so concerned. "baby? are you okay? i heard something — oh!" he practically throws you over his shoulder as he takes you back to his room, telling you that he's taking you out for a nice lunch instead & that there's nothing for you to worry about.

──── ୨୧ ────

"fuckkkk~" you're crying out, nails clawing down his back that's sure to leave marks for days. toji's driving his hips so hard into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout his room mixed with your cute & sweet whines.

"you like that, babydoll?" he groans, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder to plough into you even deeper & the new angle makes you see stars. all you can do is whimper out pathetically as he drags his thick cock in & out of your syrupy folds. "such a pretty little slut f'me."

you're babbling incoherently, letting out the sweetest moans to your heart's contents. like you weren't in his frat house with a bunch of other people in it. but toji didn't care in the slightest — he truly reveled in seeing you so completely lost in yourself & knowing he's making you feel this good just has his dick throbbing inside of you.

and this might be sick of him . . but he kind of hopes that that prick of a man naoya is listening in on this. hearing just how good you're feeling & that anything he said about going down on women & that high value female crap will make him realise that that's why he won't ever make a woman satisfied.

"shit . ." naoya's voice comes out low & strained as he fists himself while hears your pretty moans grow louder & louder with his face smushed on to the wall. his tip is flushed a bright pink & his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

oh , the second he hears you whimper so needily, "fuck me harder please", he can't hold himself back any longer. the image of your tight pussy wrapping around his cock & begging him as you peer up with those doe eyes has him spurting ribbons of his cum all over his body.

naoya curses to himself mentally, feeling a surge of blood rushing back down into his cock when he hears you whining so damn cutely about wanting to be fucked deeper & harder. and imagining himself making you sound that way? — yeah , he's absolutely gone as he starts to stroke himself once more.

"i'll get you some coffee & breakfast." he says, putting on the same sweatpants he had worn yesterday which had been discarded off across the room. "eggs & toast sound okay?"

you just hum before turning around & hugging the pillow close to your chest. he smiles at how adorable you look, so sleepy & clingy in the morning. he really had to hold himself back from smacking that sweet butt of yours but he knows he'd get an earful from you if he did — not that he'd even feel an ounce of shame for doing something like that！

toji shuffles down the staircase, heading to the kitchen & as expected, there isn't anyone around — the frat bros in this house aren't entirely known for being punctual or disciplined. man, even he's only up this early（10:41am to be precise）because he doesn't want you to be hungry & he wants to treat you.

especially after the near sex marathon the two of you had last night. he's honestly surprised you kept up but hey . . that's his girl for you！

as he rummages the cupboards for that syrup he'd bought for your coffee, he hears a pair of footsteps descending down the steps. and when he turns around, he's met with naoya, the newest member of the sigma delta house.

toji's not interacted with him much yet but he already has a feeling he wouldn't get along well with him so that's why he's kept his distance . . thought it's not as if he isn't open to getting to know the new guy so maybe now's his chance.

"hey." he greets naoya who trudges in, practically dragging his feet to the fridge. "you doing alright?"

"yeah . . just kinda tired." he says, opening the fridge door & grabbing a small carton of milk. he stands there for a bit, continuously stealing glances at toji who's busy brewing coffee for you.

"ya got something to say?" toji says, cocking an eyebrow at him, silently judging him for his weird behaviour. he didn't want to be too mean though, trying to give the guy the benefit of the doubt that he's simply just nervous.

naoya's quiet for another few seconds before he replies in a low voice, "you guys were real loud last night." he stares at toji like he's trying to size him up, a rather sly smirk curling up the side of his lip. any previous indications of embarrassment seems to have flown out the window once he said that.

"damn, sorry about that." toji says, casually shrugging his shoulders at that. most guys might have felt some kind of way upon hearing that but not him — if anything, it just boosts his ego through the roof. "it's been a while since i seen her so . . you know how it is."

naoya hums in response, nodding his head like he was mulling over that. "i've never had a girl sound like that before. got any tips then?" he asks unabashedly, walking over towards toji who is now cooking up some scrambled eggs & heating some toast for you.

"tips?" toji repeats, caught rather off guard by the boldness of his question. maybe it's him attempting to make some conversation & possibly get closer to his frat members so there's nothing inherently wrong with it all（just pretty brazen.）so, toji decides to answer him.

"it's honestly real simple. just do whatever she likes. ask her what she wants you to do, that's very important. and of course, prioritising her pleasure. trust me, it makes sex so much better for the both of you."

". . prioritise her pleasure?" naoya mutters back like he'd heard the most absurd thing come out of his mouth. "what's that mean?"

"don't fuck with me." toji snorts, slapping his back & the impact nearly makes him fall to the floor. "fingering her. giving her head. that's basic shit, man."

naoya's face contorts into one of pure disgust, scrunching his nose up & drawing his brows together. "going down on a woman? that's fuckin' gross." he snarls, taking a chug of his milk straight from the carton.

toji wholeheartedly laughs at that. right to the boy's face, a faint pink now flushing his cheeks. "nah, you're crazy. what the hell do you do then when you're with a girl, huh? you just stick it in her, no prep, nothing?" he says, truthfully quite baffled at this revelation — a man who finds munching gross? that's a new level of low of man if he's ever seen one.

naoya just stays silent, muttering something under his breath & toji only catches on to one of the words — 'simp.' he can't help but roll his eyes at the boy, now very assured that this wasn't someone he wanted to get to know.

and if him making you scream his name & having you writhing in pleasure is him being a 'simp', he's wearing that name like a badge of honour.

"toji~" your voice cuts through the awkward silence that had begun settling between the two. he whips his head around & sees you skipping to him, wearing his clothes which just makes his heart ache with how cute you look. "is my coffee ready?"

he hands you your cup that he had set aside, all warm & sweet. you take a little sip of it, humming in delight as you do. "thanks! call me when breakfast is ready, okay?" you say & just as you head out the kitchen, you finally notice naoya & he's eyeing you like you're some kind of . . freak. toji notices it too, and that miffs him very much.

you shyly wave a tiny 'hi' to naoya & all he does is nod his head, barely acknowledging you. toji sees the way your face falls as you leave the kitchen, awkwardly smiling to yourself & scurrying up the stairs back to retreat into his room.

"you got a problem with her or something?" toji questions, now turning his entire body to face him, arms crossed in front of his chest & eyes narrowed as he shoots daggers at the boy. "she was being real nice to you."

"i didn't think you'd be into females like that."

toji nearly flinches at those words, feeling both disgusted & irked by what he'd just heard. "'females like that?' what's that mean, huh?" he grills him, stepping closer & closer until he's mere inches away with his fists already balled up by his sides.

"she doesn't seem like a high value female. she's walking out here with pretty much everything showing & she's not exactly got the body for it, does she?"

toji is eerily quiet, listening to the pure ridiculousness that this thing is spewing. he purses his lips together tight, doing his best to keep his composure because he knows you'd bite his head off for hitting someone else（even though he absolutely deserves it！）but the man he is, he tries to avoid any unnecessary conflict & just grabs your breakfast so he can head back upstairs to you.

but naoya just had to open his mouth once again.

"i don't like fat females and —" he doesn't get another word in as toji's fist makes contact with his face, the plates crashing to the ground & the food going down with it.

naoya hits the floor with a loud thud, blood spilling down his nose & cheek turning a deep crimson. before the guy can even get up, toji grabs him by his t-shirt & gnarls low into his ear, "say that shit again & i'll bang you so hard till you're begging me to stop." and he throws him back on to the floor, stomping away. "oh, & clean that shit up."

toji is halfway up the staircase when he sees you rushing out the room looking so concerned. "baby? are you okay? i heard something — oh!" he practically throws you over his shoulder as he takes you back to his room, telling you that he's taking you out for a nice lunch instead & that there's nothing for you to worry about.

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"fuckkkk~" you're crying out, nails clawing down his back that's sure to leave marks for days. toji's driving his hips so hard into you, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout his room mixed with your cute & sweet whines.

"you like that, babydoll?" he groans, hiking one of your legs over his shoulder to plough into you even deeper & the new angle makes you see stars. all you can do is whimper out pathetically as he drags his thick cock in & out of your syrupy folds. "such a pretty little slut f'me."

you're babbling incoherently, letting out the sweetest moans to your heart's contents. like you weren't in his frat house with a bunch of other people in it. but toji didn't care in the slightest — he truly reveled in seeing you so completely lost in yourself & knowing he's making you feel this good just has his dick throbbing inside of you.

and this might be sick of him . . but he kind of hopes that that prick of a man naoya is listening in on this. hearing just how good you're feeling & that anything he said about going down on women & that high value female crap will make him realise that that's why he won't ever make a woman satisfied.

"shit . ." naoya's voice comes out low & strained as he fists himself while hears your pretty moans grow louder & louder with his face smushed on to the wall. his tip is flushed a bright pink & his dick is twitching in the palm of his hand as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

oh , the second he hears you whimper so needily, "fuck me harder please", he can't hold himself back any longer. the image of your tight pussy wrapping around his cock & begging him as you peer up with those doe eyes has him spurting ribbons of his cum all over his body.

naoya curses to himself mentally, feeling a surge of blood rushing back down into his cock when he hears you whining so damn cutely about wanting to be fucked deeper & harder. and imagining himself making you sound that way? — yeah , he's absolutely gone as he starts to stroke himself once more.