Toji's in love with your pussy. not proofread
Your taste has him hooked like a druggie chasing that first high again.
It’s a friend with benefits. You two met at a pub, a drink or two led to you bringing him home. Since then you two have been doing it here and there between his jobs. It eases the stress out of him more than comforting words or massages could ever do.
Toji spends his lonely afternoons far away from you fantasizing you playing with yourself. When he’s spent days without a lick of you. That’s just how much he loves “you”.
All that bloodshed and violence in exchange for a wad of yen is forgotten when his face finds itself between your thighs, kissing and kissing your throbbing little clit as you mewl and whine above him.
He’s exhausted from his latest job. He can only calm down and clear his thoughts here, on the bed of your apartment. It’s 2am. It's absurd to disrupt a person’s rest for a selfish need of his. But he couldn’t care less about anything but getting off on you.
He loves your pussy too much to let anything else keep him away. He’d kill anyone if they tried. It sounds dramatic but that’s the truth for him.
Your hands fist his dark hair, like you’re trying to rip the strands straight out of his scalp. He doesn’t care as long as he can keep worshipping your sobbing cunt, its divine nectar tasting straight out of heaven.
It’s intoxicating, strong and uniquely flavorful. He’d carry a flask filled with your juices if he could, to take with him on missions to keep him going. To quench his appetite for you.
He searches for you when he has time off. Toji’s been hypnotized by your taste alone, and that’s just where you want him.
It’s nothing more but sex with him. You see other people, but none can satisfy you like him. You don’t want him to stop. You need him around at all times, even if you can’t truly tame and claim him as yours.
Downtown is where he belongs, tasting that sweetness and warmth on his tastebuds is enough reason for him to keep doing. You know this all too well. You let him do anything he wants if it means he keeps coming.
Your thighs squeeze his skull hard enough for his vision to haze, or maybe that’s just from the lack of oxygen from how deep he’s buried between your legs.
He grunts and groans, as if he’s enjoying a delicious five course meal after starving for a week straight. His mumbles are incoherent, not like you can hear yourself through your whines and pleads.
“Tastes so fucking good.” Toji moans, eyes closed hard as he savors your slick.
Your head lolls back, hips rising from the bed only to be pinned back down by his large, scarred hand.
“No squirmin’ when I’m eatin,” he rumbles, never bothering to look up or unlatch his mouth from your pretty puffy clit. His scarred lips close around it, sucking the soul from your body.
“Toji- please!” You whine, thighs quivering from overstimulation.
Your vision flashes white, body tenses and relaxes in a second. It’s over as soon as it came.
He rubs your inner thighs, finally opening his eyes to look at how much of a mess he made of you.
Never does his tongue stop, it slows down instead, licking up the white creamy release coming within your gooey walls.
“Delicious,” he says to himself, he dips his fingers inside you, scooping out some more for him to suck.
You lay there catching your breath, appreciating the break while you can because you know he’s not stopping until dawn. He’ll stay in the morning for breakfast and then leave. Sometimes he stays the night if he didn’t ambush you in the middle of your sleep like tonight.
He’ll never really leave and you’ll never push him away.
Toji’s too hooked, and he’s too good to complain.
(Inspired by Blow My Load)
