Ink’spill

He suddenly cut you off, lifting you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

You let out a yelp, your feet kicking in the air. “Wha—what! P-put me—”

He gave your ass a playful smack, a smirk crawling onto his face. “Be quiet, Y/N. I’m just taking you back to my room, love.”

Your cheeks flushed red at the nickname. You let out a whine, your body squirming around helplessly.

He carried you through the compound toward his room while you struggled and pleaded over his shoulder.

“N-n-no! W-wait, please put me down!”

“No can do, love,” he said, pausing briefly. “God, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good…” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you.

You caught his whisper, your eyes shooting wide open. “Wha-what!? Toji, stop!”

But it was too late.

He kicked open his door, stepping inside before slamming it shut and locking it. He quickly crossed the room, tossing you gently onto the bed, careful not to be too rough.

Before you could scramble away, he straddled your hips, one hand tugging at the knot of his yukata while the other fumbled with the buttons of your uniform.

“T-Toji, h-hold on—” you stuttered, your words barely forming.

He opened his yukata, revealing his broad, muscular chest, glistening faintly with sweat. Your eyes widened, roaming his torso before flicking back to meet his intense gaze.

He tugged desperately at your uniform, and when you grabbed at his hands in protest, he easily caught your wrists and pinned them above your head.

Leaning in, his face just centimeters from yours, he spoke, his voice low and raw. “Please,” he breathed, his green eyes locked onto yours. “Let me take care of you, love… I want you so fucking bad.”

Before you could respond, he crashed his lips against yours, kissing you hungrily. He released your wrists, his hands moving to your body—one cupping your breast, the other wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

His grip was firm, possessive. Even if you wanted to pull away, your body betrayed you, melting into his touch. Your arms slid around his neck, your fingers tangling in his dark hair, tugging and twisting.

His hand slipped under your uniform, working it off your body. Your torso was soon exposed, and without hesitation, he tore your bra away and tossed it aside, making you gasp in surprise.

“Shh… it’s okay, baby,” he murmured against your lips, breathless.

He continued kissing you feverishly, his hand moving to your plush breast, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh between his fingers.

You let out soft whines and muffled moans into his mouth, your body heating up rapidly, your need growing unbearable.

“God… you’re so soft… I want all of you, sweetheart,” he groaned, pulling back to trail kisses along your neck, slowly making his way down your body, stripping away every piece of clothing in his path.

You squirmed beneath him, helpless, as his kisses ignited every nerve ending in your skin.

Reaching the waistband of your lacy panties, he hooked his fingers under the elastic and pulled them down torturously slow, teasing you.

You whimpered, your cunt already aching and dripping with anticipation.

He tossed your panties aside, spreading your thighs wide open with his rough, calloused hands.

You looked down at him, your chest heaving. “Ah-hah, Toji—!”

Before you could finish, his mouth was already on your soaked pussy.

You cried out loudly, your head falling back into the pillows, your fingers flying to his hair, gripping it tightly. Your thighs instinctively wrapped around his head, holding him in place.

His tongue was relentless, swirling and flicking against your clit, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine. One of his hands wandered up your body, finding your breast again, teasing your nipple with sharp pinches and tugs while he feasted between your legs.

He pulled back slightly, his breath ragged. “Look at you… so pretty and wet for me,” he rasped.

He spat on your cunt without warning, spreading the slickness over your puffy folds with his fingers. “Mmph… so fucking pretty…”

“Ahh! Nngh—Toji!” you cried out, the sensations overwhelming.

A smug grin tugged at his lips as he continued to tease your soaked core. “Yeah? You need something, love?” he asked darkly, his voice dripping with amusement.

He leaned back in, his mouth resuming its sinful work on your clit. His free hand slid down your body, reaching your dripping pussy once more.

Using his fingers, he spread your folds apart, exposing your sensitive clit to his hot breath. Your legs trembled from the stimulation.

His tongue teased your entrance, dipping in slightly before dragging a long, slow lick up your slit, flicking your throbbing clit at the top.

You gasped, your whole body arching into him, desperate for more.

He groaned against your cunt, the sound sending vibrations straight through you. Toji was insatiable, devouring you like a man starved. If he had it his way, he’d stay between your legs for hours — days, even — worshipping every inch of you.

“Toji—ah! P-please, I—” you gasped, your words breaking apart as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your swollen clit.

He pulled back just enough to smirk up at you, his mouth glistening with your slick. His eyes were dark, ravenous.

“You close, love?” he drawled, teasingly stroking his fingers through your wetness. “Cum for me. I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue.”

You whimpered, hips rolling against his mouth without conscious thought, desperate for release. He latched back onto your clit, sucking hard as two of his thick fingers slowly slid into your tight, soaking pussy.

Your back arched off the bed with a cry. The combination of his tongue and fingers sent you spiraling. You clenched around his fingers, the pleasure blinding.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he growled lowly. “Give it to me.”

With a final, sharp flick of his tongue, you shattered — your climax ripping through you like a tidal wave. You screamed his name, your thighs squeezing around his head as you convulsed under him.

Toji kept working you through your orgasm, refusing to pull away until you were trembling, panting, completely spent. Only then did he finally lift his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a feral grin tugging at his lips.

“You taste even sweeter than I imagined,” he rasped.

He climbed up your body slowly, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your trembling skin. When he finally reached your lips, he kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You clung to him weakly, still dazed from the force of your orgasm.

He pulled back slightly, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead with surprising tenderness. His thumb stroked your cheek as he looked down at you with something dark and possessive burning in his eyes.

“Don’t think for a second we’re finished, love,” he murmured against your lips. “I’m just getting started.”