โก :: pillow fighting until teasing turned into choked out moans หหห
โ pairing : roommate!toji x f!reader. content : smut, MDNI (18+).
โ โบโบ cw : reader has a huuge crush on her roomie, oral (f!receiving) + overstim etc.
"p-please.. fuck-," he drags another slow, wet stripe from your dripping entrance up to your swollen clit, sucking the sensitive bud between his lips with a low, hungry groan that vibrates straight through your core.
he pulls back just enough to smirk up at you, lips shiny, "please what, brat?"
roommate!toji had been a pain since day one with his sweaty gear, stolen food, and smug grin, but seeing him lounge in low-slung sweats, scrolling mindlessly, finally made you snap, launching a pillow that smacked his face and knocked his phone down.
"the fuck was that?" he growled, rising.
"clean the kitchen or i'm tossing your shit," you snapped, grabbing another pillow.
but he moved fast, snatching it mid-swing to yank you against his warm, solid bare chest, the scent of his cologne making your crush flare hot.
"you brat," he muttered, shoving the pillow back to start the fight. wild swings turned to a tangled wrestle, skin sliding, until a jolt of friction silenced the laughter. his eyes darkened; he shoved you onto the couch, pinning you with his weight, his knee wedged between your thighs, his hardness pressing against your hip.
"you've been staring at me for weeks," he rasped, "thought you hated me."
"maybe I was just waiting for you to mess up," you countered, heart hammering,"don't disappoint me now by pulling away."
roommate!toji doesn't answer with words. the very next second, his mouth crashes onto yours, hot and demanding, teeth nipping your lower lip. you moan into the kiss, fingers clutching his shoulders as the last of your resistance melts.
his hands are everywhere, shoving your shirt up, yanking your shorts down your legs in one rough tug. cool air hits your soaked pussy and you shiver.
roommate!toji breaks the kiss only to drag his mouth down your throat, across your collarbone, lower. his tongue traces the underside of your breast before he sucks a nipple into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch.
then he's sliding down the couch, settling between your spread thighs, and the first long, slow lick up your slit has your hips jerking.
his tongue flattens against your clit, circles once, and twice, then dips lower to fuck into your entrance in deep, savoring strokes. the wet sounds are obscene. your hands fly to his hair, tugging, but he only groans and presses closer, nose nudging your clit while his tongue works relentlessly inside you.
"oh heavens, 'ji.." you let out a cracked moan, "shit- pleasee.."
"be more specific," his voice hoarse, tired, "tell me what you want."
you feel your hips roll helplessly against his mouth, chasing the pressure, and he laughs, low and filthy, before diving back in. two thick fingers slide into your pussy while his tongue focuses on your clit, sucking, and flicking, and driving you higher.
the couch creaks under the force of his movements. your moans turn choked, ragged, every lick sending sparks up your spine until your vision blurs.
roommate!toji curls his fingers, finds that spot inside you, and sucks hard on your clit at the same time. your back bows off the cushions, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as the orgasm crashes through you; hot, sudden, overwhelming.
but he doesn't stop; he keeps licking, drawing it out, fingers pumping slowly until you're twitching and oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head.
only then does he rise, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes gleaming with something dark and satisfied.
"but kitchen's still a mess," he says, voice gravel-rough, "guess we're not done yet."
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