multi one-shots

You jolt awake and look at your phone to see what time it is. It’s 08:43 AM, and your class starts at 09:00 AM.

“Shit!” You practically jump out of bed and grab the first pair of pants and shirt you see lying in your chair. You throw them on and make your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and do your hair. By doing your hair you mean slapping it into a bun and pulling out a couple strands in the front. You had no time for makeup, and you were wearing a blue sweatshirt and gray sweatpants, paired with some busted Converse you’ve had since sophomore year of high school.

“Not the best look for a fashion major, but it’ll have to do for today.” With pursed lips and a raised brow, you step back for one final look before you head out the door. Looking down at your phone, you see it is now 08:52, and you still have to make it halfway across campus. You start sprinting, praying to whatever higher being that would listen so that you make it to class on time. After sprinting for what felt like an eternity, you finally made it, but to your dismay the only open seat was smack dab in the middle of the class. The seats were in 7 tiered rows, arranged in a U-shape with the instructor’s podium front and center. You make your way down the steps to your seat and look at the clock. Right on time. You immediately feel eyes on your back, but as you turn to look, the teacher claps their hands together and announces the first assignment.

"Hello, my fellow artistes! I am Mrs. Carter, and today you will be choosing someone, or something, in the room to illustrate. These will be due at the end of class, so please be sure you include your name and date somewhere on the page. The best pieces will be displayed on the board tomorrow morning. Ok, let’s get busy!”

You scan the room looking for the best outfit, for obvious reasons, and your eyes land on a guy in the front who seems really invested in the decor behind Mrs. Carter’s desk. He was wearing a ribbed, green vest over a white button-up shirt. He wore khaki pants with a brown belt and brown boots to match. The green vest really complimented his eyes. His shaggy ash-brown hair was styled in a mullet that reached down to his shoulders and a clean-cut goatee. He was a fairly handsome guy, and apparently he knew how to dress, so you decided he was a good choice.

You begin to sketch from his neck up. You start sketching the base of his face, then begin working on his eyes. They were the perfect shade of caramel brown. The shape was slightly sharp and upturned, giving him a look that probably should have scared you if you made eye contact, but you think it had the opposite effect. His face was a bit long, but the goatee added some much-needed contrast. The bridge of his nose was straight, so that was pretty easy to draw. Looking at him as a whole, he was pretty average, but the way he presented himself was what made him so attractive. You move on to his hair; it looked well kept, and he had it slicked back with the ends flowing down.

You looked up and realized just how long you had spent on his face, so you quickly started on his outfit. That was the easy part, so maybe it was for the better that you did it last.

As you start adding more detail to your work, you feel the eyes from earlier on you once again. Trying not to be obvious, you look behind you, and to your surprise you see everyone immersed in their pieces. You shake it off and focus on your own. Once 10:30 comes, the teacher asks everyone to leave their completed work in the box beside the door before leaving.

You finally make it out of the classroom and realize just how hungry you are, so you pull out your phone and look for the nearest place you could find that has food. You see a place that was actually right beside your dorm called “Muffin Tops." It was a cute little spot that had posts of tasty-looking pastries and sandwiches but, most importantly, coffee. You most definitely would have stopped there this morning if you hadn’t been late. You make your way to the cafe and see that there aren’t many people there.

Thank goodness. You didn’t think you could wait in a line. You were starving.

You start to scour the menu, and you feel the eyes again. This time you wait until after you order to slowly turn in the direction of the gaze, and you finally see him. He locks eyes with you but just for a moment before he refocuses his attention on his sketchbook. You furrow your brows and laugh to yourself. He was a big guy and he looked pretty intimidating, but he seemed more afraid of you than you were of him. You hear your name called and go grab your food, then find a table at the same side of the cafe as the mystery guy. You don’t sit too close, but just close enough that you can get a good look at him.

He had dark hair, lots of tattoos, and it seemed like he had a piercing to go with each one. He was tall and muscular, but still slender. He had his hair in a loose bun similar to your own. He had heavy eyelids that looked like they had a bit of eyeliner and eyeshadow on them.

That’s hot, you thought. His face was very symmetrical, his brows perfectly matched each other, his nose was straight and pointed, and his jawline was crazy sharp. There was one tattoo that stood out, mostly because it was directly in the center of his face. A long vertical stripe, sprawling across both cheeks and ending under each eye. You felt like a creep for staring, so you realign your eyes to the delicious food in front of you and lick your lips.

“I’m so sorry, you beautiful sandwich.” Anybody who might have been paying attention probably thought you were crazy, but you didn’t care. You were so hungry. The fake apology was short-lived as the food was now being shoved into your mouth.

After eating you felt much better, and you decided to do a little work for your other classes while you were here. You probably spent a good two hours doing work, and you thought that was enough, so you packed up and headed back to your dorm.

Today wasn’t terrible, just a bit odd because of the mystery guy. He was pretty, but he could have just said something instead of staring. He didn’t seem like the type to be nervous around girls.

Was he the same person who was staring at me in class? You hadn’t thought about it before, but the way his gaze felt was the same way the eyes from class did.

Oh, well! You shrug and find something else to do to occupy yourself. People watching doesn’t sound too bad. You grab your sketchbook and headphones, then head out to the courtyard. There was an open bench on the far side, and you head that way. Once you sit, you see that it was the perfect spot. You could see everyone laughing, smiling, talking, and studying, and some just sitting in silence, enjoying the fresh air. You don’t even realize someone was standing beside you until they toss their bag on the ground.

“Is this seat taken?” You jump a little, not expecting someone to be there. She was pretty, very tomboyish, though. She had long, cherry red hair, which wasn’t her natural color. You knew this because you could see the black peeking through at her roots.

“No. You can sit.” You scoot over to give her a little extra room and laugh.

“Sorry if I scared you.” She chuckled at your shocked expression. “My name is Reese; nice to meet you.”

“Y/n.” You extend your hand to her, and she takes it, giving a firm shake. You two talk about your majors, and you find out that she is also a fashion major. You would have never thought that based on how she dressed, but you didn’t really look the part right now either. She offers to show you her designs, and you’re not one to say no, so the two of you share your designs and brainstorm ideas together. It was nice to have a friend who also happened to be going into the same major. You lose track of time, and pretty soon it is 04:00 PM.

“This was fun. We should hang out again sometime.” You and Reese exchange numbers before you head back to your dorm. Once you get back, you put on your favorite movie to relax a little. Halfway through it, you get a text from Reese.

This was going to be your very first college party, so obviously you had to go. You already had so many outfit ideas. After the movie you shower and change into a baggy t-shirt and some shorts. You check your phone to make sure the alarm is on for tomorrow and go to sleep.

The next morning you wake up, on time, with the help of your alarm. This time you actually get to pick an outfit. You choose a red tank top with white polka dots and a black shrug top to go over it. Then you grab a black skirt and a cheetah-print tie to use as a "belt." It was really just for looks, but it was important. A pair of red heels catches your eye, and you slip them on and start to do your hair. Two loose, low buns seem cute, and you leave a couple of strands out in the front. For makeup, you just do light foundation, a smidge of blush, some mascara, and a smoky eye. Was the outfit a bit much? Yes. Did you look good? Also yes. You brush your teeth before slapping on some red lipstick and grab your things for class. This time you can walk, which is nice. The courtyard was so pretty. It was full of gorgeous flowers and a beautiful spiral topiary.

That would be a good spot for some pictures. You continue on to class and arrive 10 minutes early. There are a few students already sitting and waiting for class to start. Once you get to your seat, you look up to the board and see a drawing of a beautiful girl. She looks a bit frazzled. Her hair was a little messy, she had rosy cheeks, and she was vaguely familiar.

Mrs. Carter looks up and gives you a smile. “You must be the girl in this drawing," she says over the speakers. Your blood runs warm, and you feel the redness creep up your face.

Holy shit! She was right. You force yourself to return a smile and try to calm back down.

The next few minutes drag by, and finally Mrs. Carter starts.

"Ok, class! I want everyone to look up to the board at these 3 illustrations. Of all of the pieces from this class, these stood out the most to me, but this one,” she says, pointing at one of you, “this one is absolutely stunning!”

You slump down into your chair, hoping no one else realizes that it’s you. Unfortunately, you notice the guy that you drew turn around, and he seems to see the resemblance. Then Mrs. Carter calls out the name of the artist, and you immediately start looking around.

“Choso Kamo? Come down here. I want the class to see you for the talented young man you are.”

You hear a chair squeak across the floor behind you, and you turn around so fast you almost fall over. Then you see him. It’s the mystery guy. He doesn’t look up and walks to the front of the room. Your eyes don’t leave him once.

Choso, you thought, That’s different. It fits him, though.

Mrs. Carter begins clapping, and the rest of the class joins. The guy in the front is now fully turned to you while clapping.

This class was going to last forever.

10:30 comes, but not soon enough, and you practically sprint to the door. You make your way to the cafe hoping to see Choso there. You wanted to ask him a million questions. You feel like you’re being followed, but not in a weird way. Someone was watching you, waiting for the right time to approach. You tried not to think about it much longer and continued on to “Muffin Tops."

You order a caramel latte, with extra caramel, and step aside to wait for your drink. As you’re waiting, you hear a voice from behind.

“Nice choice, though I prefer my coffee black.” You turn around and he smiles. The guy from the front row was here.

“I’m Jean.” He gives a nod and gives you an expectant look.

“Y/n” You return the nod and laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, but you realize he’s serious.

“You were the one following me.”

Jean’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. His cheeks became bright red and he started to rub the back of his neck with his hand.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to be a creep, but I couldn’t think of a way to start the conversation.”

You just laugh, “Mission failed successfully I guess.” You tease him and pick up your drink. You sit at a table, Jean following behind you. When you sit, you look to the corner where Choso sat yesterday and get a little more excited than you should have when you saw he was there. He was already looking in your direction, but he looked a little upset. You wave him over and ask him to join the two of you. He sits beside Jean because he didn’t want to be weird and sit by you after the whole drawing thing.

Seeing them side by side was so strange. They were so similar, yet different. Both of them were tall, muscular, and very handsome. They had the same sharp gaze and brown eyes. Jean was more ""clean"-looking, but Choso was more on the rough side. Jean was a bit more talkative, and Choso would barely look up, let alone open his mouth. The major similarity was that they were both hot. Extremely hot.

You look to Choso and cock an eyebrow.

“You know you can talk to me, right? I won’t bite.” You tease him and you see his cheeks flush.

“Yeah, yeah.” His voice was deep, not too deep, but deeper than you expected.

“You’re really talented. That drawing was amazing. I didn’t even realize it was me until Mrs. Carter said something.” You didn’t see it, but Jean was getting jealous.

“Yeah man! That was some crazy line work. What’s your major?” Jean chimed in, because he felt like he was being forgotten.

“I’m planning on getting a bachelor's in fine arts and then trying to land an apprenticeship at a tattoo place. I want to have my own shop eventually.” He replies and shrugs, “What about you?” He looks to Jean and waits for his reply.

“I’m gonna be this generation's Pablo Picasso.” He gives a half hearted smirk and points finger guns at Choso, who rolls his eyes. “No, but seriously I’m thinking about getting a masters in fine arts. I want to be an art professor.”

Both men turn to look at you and wait for your answer.

“Is it not obvious?!” You laugh and shake your head. “I plan to go to fashion school eventually. I’m just getting my basics out of the way and beefing up my portfolio before I try.”

They both nod and you all continue to make small talk for a few minutes. Jean ends up mentioning the party Reese told you about.

“You should come y/n.” He looks at you and gives a smile.

“My friend already invited me, so I’ll be there. What about you, Choso?”

“Not really my scene, but thanks for the invite.” He gives a little smile and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You look at Jean and laugh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Choso asks accusingly.

Jean almost spits out his coffee trying to hold back a laugh, and Choso jabs him in the side.

“Hey! She said it, not me!” Jean busted out laughing at the sight of Choso’s cherry red face. You giggle and roll your eyes.

You say nothing, stand up, and give a wave while saying goodbye to the boys. The excitement of going to your first party is growing by the second. As soon as you get back to your dorm, you take everything out of your closet and start working on a new outfit.

You were going to be the hottest girl there.

Sure, everyone at this school is hot, but something about Toge made it hard to look away. Maybe it was the way the sun hit his eyes, creating a violet-colored explosion against his pale skin. It could be the way his hair perfectly framed his face. Either way, you didn’t have time to decide, because you were interrupted by a sharp jab to your ribs.

“Hello! Earth to y/n!” You heard a familiar voice from the same direction that the jab came from. Nobara was staring at you wide-eyed and brows raised.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are we going to practice?”

“Geez! Did you have to do that so hard? " you ask, rubbing your now tender side.

“Nothing else was working. "Nobara said as she giggled and held out her hand, in which she was carrying a staff. You grabbed it and you both made your way onto the field, where you joined the rest of the students. You could see all of the first, second, and third years huddled in a circle around a tall white-haired figure standing beside a table with a bowl of paper on it. Gojo, in the center of attention as always, was announcing today’s plans.

“As you know, the exchange event is coming up in the next couple of weeks. So today we’re going to do a mock event!”

Gojo throws his hands up with a giant grin on his face, expecting everyone to cheer. All he got in response was groans and a few scattered boos throughout the circle.

“Ok! All the first years come to the front and pick a name out of this bowl. All of the names here are second years, so the name you pick will be your partner for individual battles, and an additional person will be added for team battles. Third years will partner up for individual battles and split when it is time for team battles.”

You shoot Nobara an excited look, hoping she will be put on your team. Unfortunately for you, Gojo had other plans.

“The person added to the teams will be one of the third years. So let’s begin!”

You reluctantly walk to get in line to draw a name, secretly hoping you get Maki. She’s the strongest girl here, so you definitely wanted to get pointers from her. Once you reach the front, you reach for a slip of paper, hands shaking and sweating from anticipation. You close your eyes and squint through it to read the name.

TOGE

Your eyes scan across the field until finally you spot him. He is sitting on the ground, chatting with Panda. As your eyes land on him, he seems to immediately notice and meets your gaze. You turn to face the opposite direction before he can notice how red your face is or that you might have been staring, but it was too late.

"Hey," you hear a deep voice call.

Please don't be talking to me, you think. You squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your grip on the paper.

A few seconds later you feel a heavy hand, no, a paw, on your shoulder.

Panda.

You relax a little and turn to smile.

“Hi. I’m y/n.” You try not to let your voice shake too much and give a weak wave.

“I’m Panda, and this is Toge," he says, pointing to his left. Standing next to him was a boy with platinum blonde hair and eyes the prettiest shade of violet you had ever seen. He wore a black jacket with the collar pulled up just far enough to cover the lower half of his face. You couldn’t quite tell because of the collar, but it looked like he was blushing too. Toge must have noticed you looking at his pink cheeks, because he pulled the collar a little higher and dropped his eyes to his feet.

“Kelp.” He gives a small wave and then shoves his hands in his pockets.

You already knew who they were, especially Toge. You didn’t think he was the shy type, but maybe he was just nervous too.

“Did you get one of us out of the bowl? I saw you looking and assumed you had.”

The urge to slam your palm onto your forehead was almost too much. Of course they had noticed. Your face felt like it was going to melt off.

“Oh, yeah, actually, I did. It was Toge.”

“All right!” Panda shouted and gave Toge a pat on the shoulder. You saw Toge stiffen up a little just long enough to be noticeable.

He’s so cute when he’s nervous. Oh, who am I kidding? He’s cute all the time.

Everyone broke off into pairs to begin practice.

“Are you ready?” You asked Toge, but really you were asking yourself.

“Salmon.”

You both get into your stances, making sure to put distance between each other. You both slowly start to circle arounduntil you lunge forward and grapple Toge’s shoulders. He catches your wrists just before you can get a grip and spins you around to twist your arms behind your back. You feel his heat as he pulls your back close to his chest.

He’s so fast, you thought, and strong.

You can’t see it, but he’s smirking behind you. He pulls your arms tighter just before releasing you and pushing you forward. You stumble and turn to face him again, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Mustard leaf?”

“I’m fine, just surprised is all.” You straighten up your shoulders and plant your feet once again. Toge cocks an eyebrow as if what you said were a challenge.

“What?!” You ask as you feel your face flush. Toge shakes his head and lets out a soft chuckle.

He plants his feet and gets ready for round two. This time he doesn’t wait. He sweeps your legs out from underneath you, and you’re on your back before you know what happened. He’s straddling you with his fist hurling toward your face. You brace for impact and slam your eyes shut, but it never comes. Instead, you hear his fist thud onto the grass beside your head and open your eyes.

To your surprise, Toge’s nose is almost touching yours. You can feel his chest graze yours as he breathes in and his breath as he breathes out. You can’t help but feel a bit turned on but mostly embarrassed because you know he can see the redness in your face. He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t quite read. It looks like amusement and embarrassment.

“Are you gonna say something or just stare at me?” You laugh and try to push him off, but he doesn’t let you up. You furrow your eyebrows and you notice Toge’s collar has slipped down.

He was smirking, then the realization hit.

Is he flirting with me? There’s no way.

Y/n didn’t know, but Toge also had a crush on her. He had for a few months, but he didn’t think she liked him back. That was until he saw her staring at him and blushing earlier today.

“Kiss me, y/n.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, all of the control you had over your body vanished. You knew everyone could see you, but your body didn’t care. It’s not like you didn’t want to kiss him; you just didn’t think it would happen like this.

Toge brushed the hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. Your lips finally made contact. He brought both of his hands to either side of your jaw. At first it was gentle and slow, then he moved one hand down to the top of your neck and gently squeezed. You let out a soft moan into the kiss, and his tongue took that as an invitation. Your tongues pushed against each other, essentially fighting for control, and the kiss got sloppier.

You couldn’t breathe, but you didn’t care. This was so much better than you had thought it would be. His lips were surprisingly soft, yet still rough. They tasted kind of spicy. Considering his favorite breakfast, that shouldn’t be a surprise. The spiciness added to the tingling sensation you had already felt at initial contact.

Gosh, I could do this forever, you thought.

As if that was his cue, Toge pulled away and smiled. You just stared while trying to catch your breath. He stood up and held out his hand to pull you up. You grab his hand and push yourself up. You were surprised to see that no one was looking at you because it felt like you were down there forever.

Thank goodness. You didn’t think you could handle anymore embarrassment today.

Gojo called everyone back to the center and split the third years amongst the underclassmen. The team battles were much less eventful; even still, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Toge, hoping he was looking too.

Once practice was over, you went back to your room to shower and change into more comfortable clothes. You hear a knock on your door, so naturally you go answer it.

Nobara is standing at the door looking excited.

“Do you want to come to the mall with me and a few other girls?”

Obviously you wanted to go, but you needed to recuperate from earlier.

“I would love that, but I'm not really feeling well.”

She frowned and nodded. “Oh, well ok. I hope you feel better.” She hugged you and walked away to a group of girls standing at the entrance of the dorm. You turn and close the door, falling back against it and sliding down to the floor. You really shouldn’t be thinking about Toge still, but you couldn’t help it. He was just so hot and god, he was a great kisser. You needed more. You needed it so badly, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Fuck. This is so stupid.

You slide your hands down your face with an exhausted sigh. Next thing you know, you’re standing up to put on your shoes and reaching for the door handle. Just as you open it, you see someone standing with their hand raised like they were about to knock.

It was Toge. There was no collar in sight. You weren’t sure how he knew this was your dorm, but honestly, you didn’t really care.

“Coming to finish what you started?" You asked through the growing smirk on your face.

"Salmon," he replied, returning the smirk.

Toge pushes through the doorway, closing the door with his foot. He practically pounces on you once it closes, and you fall back onto the couch. He lands on top of you and smashes his lips onto yours, cupping one cheek with his free hand while holding himself up with the other. Your hands make their way to his hair, and you twirl the strands in your fingers. This time there was a hunger behind the kiss that wasn’t there before. You slid your tongue across his bottom lip, and he welcomed you excitedly. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, you felt his hand slowly moving down your neck. This time he wasn’t so gentle now that he knew you liked it. He squeezed your neck, guiding your head back to deepen the kiss. You let out a moan into the kiss and nip at his bottom lip. His grip tightened for a second, which you took as a signal of enjoyment. At this point your underwear is already damp. You had been thinking about this all day, and your mind was running wild; you couldn’t focus on anything other than the feeling of his hand on your throat. Toge pulled away just long enough to breathe.

“Switch.”

Toge raises up, and you slide out from underneath him. He sits down and you start straddling him. Toge’s hand immediately finds its way to your hip while the other stays around your neck. You slowly start rocking your hips, and you feel his bulge getting bigger by the second.

You pull away with a teasing smile. “Oh! What’s that?”

Toge smirks, and his fingers slide from your hips to find the skin underneath the hem of your shirt, and he looks to you for approval. You give a hurried nod, and he wastes no time. Your breath hitches as he runs his hand over your chest, massaging your tits and circling your nipples. Toge takes his other hand and brings it to your back, tracing your spine as he makes his way to the base of your neck.

He gives you a quick kiss before he moves lower. His soft lips graze your skin, and he nips at your jaw. A soft moan escapes you, and he plants his mouth on the soft spot of your neck to start sucking. You tilt your head back to give him more access. Toge takes this as the opportunity to start swirling his tongue and bite the already purpling spots on your neck. Your hands jump back to his hair as his teeth sink into the tender spot. The dampness was now a puddle, and you started to pick up your pace, needing more friction.

Toge must have noticed because he moved both hands down to your hips, pulling you down to push harder against his length. His mouth moved back to your lips, your tongues immediately finding each other. Toge slides one hand down to squeeze your ass and lets out a low groan. You didn’t know how much longer you could go just kissing, so you moved one hand down to palm his bulge through his pants.

You needed more.

Apparently so did he.

He twitches underneath your hand and tightens his grip on your hip, bringing the other hand up and slamming it against your ass. You let out a yelp, not expecting that, but definitely not disliking it. He slides his hands under your thighs, lifting you up as he stands, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He makes his way to your room without your lips breaking contact, both of your tongues still fighting for control. Toge lays you down gently and pulls away. He stands there admiring you, messy hair and all. A smile creeps across his face as he begins to look down between your legs.

“Take them off.”

You quickly slide your shorts off, leaving you in just a shirt and panties.

He cocks his head and raises an eyebrow, as if waiting for something else. Then you realize he meant everything, so you take off the remainder of your clothes, tossing them across the room onto the floor.

You felt the coolness of the air hit your sensitive clit, and you immediately tensed up. Toge smiles at you almost teasingly, and he slowly sinks down to his knees.

“Open your legs for me, y/n.”

“You know, you don’t have to tell me what to do," you say while spreading your thighs apart.

Toge lifts your legs over his shoulders and pulls you closer. The look on his face is unmistakable. He was starving, his eyes were glued to your wetness, and he was practically drooling. Without wasting another second, he places his tongue at the bottom of your folds and slowly makes his way to the top. The moment of contact was almost enough to do you in already, the pit in your stomach growing at a rapid pace, so you grab his hair and push him further into you. Toge begins circling his tongue around your clit and, without warning, slips a finger into your heat, starting off slow, then adding another finger. You let out a whine as his thick fingers began pumping in and out of you at a relentless speed. The feeling of his warm tongue swirling against your sensitive spot and his fingers curling inside you to hit just the right places felt heavenly. The warmth in your stomach is getting more intense, and you feel it start to spread through your body. Waves of electricity are now shooting in all directions as you begin to reach your limit. Toge feels your walls pulsing around his fingers, and he knows you're close. He adds a third finger, and that pushes you over the edge. Your legs start to shake, and your eyes roll back, and you cum all over his fingers. Toge doesn’t stop, helping you ride the orgasm out until the very end. He slides his fingers out and slips them into his mouth to taste what he had just done to you.

You could barely feel your legs from his fingers, so you couldn’t even imagine what his dick would feel like. You sit up and try to catch your breath, but you notice Toge still had his clothes on.

“Your turn," you say, waving a finger up and down at his clothed body. He tore his shirt off, revealing his toned physique and his blonde hair trailing down his abdomen. His pants and underwear come off next, and you almost can’t control yourself. He was massive. You get down onto the floor, but not before grabbing a pillow.

“You know, for my knees. "You wink at Toge and beckon him closer. You take your hand and gather some of your wetness on your fingers before taking him into your grasp. You take your tongue to his base and slide it up ever so slowly before taking him into your mouth.

Toge hisses and throws his head back at the feeling of your warm lips and tongue moving up and down his shaft. His hands move to your head, but not to push, just to help guide. You make circles around his tip each time you get close to the top, and he pulls your hair a little tighter each time. You moan around him, and he returns the favor. You squeeze your lips tighter and start to move faster. The noises that fill the room are filthy. You, slobbering all over Toge’s cock, and him,taking labored breaths every time you slide down. He begins to buck his hips, and you know he’s nearing his peak. You do all you can to take him in his entirety down your throat without gagging. Your nose is now touching him, and Toge uses his hands to hold you there. He starts thrusting into your mouth until you feel his pace stutter and you know he’s not going to last much longer. Two more thrusts is all it takes before he’s cumming down your throat. You feel every twitch as each drop leaves his body and you swallow every bit of his thick, hot, and salty liquid. Toge pulls out of your mouth and grabs your chin, tilting it up, as he leans down to kiss you.

You stand up to kiss him deeper. You run your hands through his hair and down his back. Toge slides his hands down your back to your ass and squeezes. He pulls away and spins you around so you are now facing the bed.

“Bend over," he commands, and you happily obey. Once you're down, you give your ass a wiggle to tease him, and Toge slaps it. This time there was a hand-shaped mark imprinted on your right cheek. You let out a moan and giggle when you start to feel him press against your wet folds. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach start to form. He slides his cock up and down against you, coating himself in all of your juices. Toge slowly pushed his tip inside, giving you time to adjust before bottoming out into you.

The sound that left your mouth was inhuman. He was huge; you could feel your walls being stretched even while he was sitting still. That alone was almost too much. You felt so full, and you didn’t want him to ever move. Toge’s hands moved to your hips to hold you steady as he began pounding into you. Each stroke hits all the right places, causing your eyes to roll back and you start to moan uncontrollably. His pace was unrelenting. He leaned down to kiss your neck, and then he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling it tight. It hurt, but soon the pain began to blend with the pleasure as the feeling in your stomach grew. Toge was being rough, but you didn’t mind it. You actually loved it. The feeling of his hands around your neck, his palm slamming against your ass, and your hair being pulled so tight you couldn’t think straight. His moans were like music to your ears; you could listen to them forever.

Toge takes his free hand to grab one of your tits, and he starts to roll your nipple between his fingers. He lets go of your hair and wraps his other arm around your chest, lifting you so that your back is against his chest. The sensation of his tip hitting your g-spot over and over again, combined with the feeling of his fingers on your nipple, was sending you into a spiral. Your head was swimming and your core was tightening, so you knew you were almost there. Just then Toge pulls out and you whine from the loss of his warmth inside you.

“Can I?” he asks, and you shake your head without giving it a second thought. Toge slams back into you going even faster than before. He desperately wants to finish, and you’re nearing your end. You take one hand and start rubbing circles on your clit while he keeps pounding into you. He gives one last hard thrust, hitting your g-spot one last time, and you clamp down around him as you start to orgasm a second time. The squeezing of your walls was his breaking point, and you feel him pulsing inside you as he cums. He slowly pumps in and out as you both ride the high back down until you both fall back onto the bed. You both lay there for a few minutes, catching your breath, and you roll over to give Toge a quick kiss on the cheek. He returns the favor with a kiss on your forehead and hugs you tightly.

He stands up and signals you not to move as he makes his way to the bathroom. He comes back with a cloth to clean you up and then himself. He grabs your clothes off of the floor and gives them to you so you begin to get dressed. He finds his and does the same. You both walk back into the living room and hug each other before saying goodbye.

“Same time next week?" you ask, winking. Toge laughs and kisses your cheek.

"Salmon," he says before opening the door and walking out.

You flop down onto the couch and let out a deep sigh. You don't even notice Nobara walking inside. The sound of her cackling as she throws her head back and holds her stomach startles you. You jump up off of the couch and stare at her, eyes wide and brows raised as you walk over to her.

“What are you doing here?!" You say, practically shouting at her.

“Forgot my wallet," she says through her laughter as she picks it up off the counter and waves it at you.

“What happened to you?" she asks, raising her eyebrows at your hair.

“Shut up!" you say as you roll your eyes and return the jab to her ribs from earlier this morning.