#1 ryland grace fan

If you didn’t want cash what else did you want from him? It’s not like his over six-foot-tall, sexy, bulky body has anything else to offer to you. Yeah, at some point you realize the guy is all looks and little to no brain. 

Good thing for you, you just want what’s in his pants.

——

It's early in the morning as you crawl out of your bed and slip yourself into one of his many shirts that have "accidentally" gotten mixed up with your laundry, clad in nothing more than a bra and panties beneath the fabric. You had a few reasons for purposefully mixing your clothes with his.

One, you liked wearing his things because it constantly reminded you how big he was in comparison to you. That, and everything still smelled like that painfully cheap cologne he always wore even after multiple washes. So whenever he left, you'd sometimes tuck yourself into your bedroom and get off on that scent once you started missing his presence a little too much.

Another reason you liked having all your laundry mixed up is because you really wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him whenever he picked up a pair of your most sinful garments. There was only one time where you happened to see him pulling out your lingerie from his laundry bin and unfortunately, the most that earned from him was a long unreadable stare as he looked over the fabric and then tossed it elsewhere.

You could never tell if he did those kinds of things out of respect or if he truly had no interest in you whatsoever. But, somewhere deep down inside, you knew neither of those things were true. Toji always looked at you like he was imagining the several different ways in which he could fold you up and stuff his dick inside you but, he just never said anything.

His eyes and overall facial expression spoke more than enough for you. You could spot lust in someone's eyes from a mile away. You just couldn't figure out why he wasn't catching your hints or throwing you any outside of his hungry gazes.

But—no matter what the truth behind the situation is—you still wear his clothes around the house in hopes of getting a real reaction out of him and today was no different.

When you stroll out of your room and make your way to the kitchen, you're pleasantly surprised to see him awake this early and standing at the refrigerator, shirtless too. Your eyes immediately widen and start swallowing up every inch of his beefy arms and chest, muscles contracting and bulging naturally with his every little movement as he does nothing more than stare into the open fridge with a bottle of water pressed to his lips, sipping slowly.

You hate the way that dirty part of you wishes his lips were smeared across your cunt instead of the top of that stupid plastic rim. God, the things you would give to—

"Mornin' roomie," Toji's thick morning voice bellows out, practically slapping you out of your filthy thoughts in one quick second. Then those sneaky green eyes of his slide over to you, trickle down your body, and you hear the way his next swallow of that transparent liquid seems to be slower-, heavier.

Shaking out of your daze, "Good morning, Toji," you greet sweetly, like you always do. "You're up early," You fully enter the kitchen now and glance past him to catch sight of the embarrassingly empty refrigerator. "Hungry?"

He nods before he speaks, gaze still clouded in sleepiness whilst they trail your every move, "Mhm, cravin' something sweet."

And see, it's times like this when you'd think that's an open door to flirt but, every time you do it fails miserably because this guy doesn't know what flirting is!

"Oh yeah?" You chime, ears perking up all of a sudden. Now you're walking towards him and bending down toward the open fridge he's leaning against, giving him the most unshameful view of the way your lacy panties hug the curve of your ass. "Well, it's a shame we're all out of snacks," You point out slowly, hips swaying just a fraction to the side. "Unless you want something else, y'know, something sweeter?"

Any guy would've caught on to what you meant. You were practically offering yourself up to him here! And yet...

Toji raises a thin brow and stares down at you all regularly, "Like what?" He asks before tilting his head in that naturally whorish way that makes you wonder if you're the one not catching the hints here, "You don't have a cake or something hidden in that room of yours, do you?"

Your eyes seal shut at the sound of that. This is exactly what makes things so difficult for you. 

Sighing, you redirect your attention into the fridge and reach into the back for a frosty bottle of water for yourself, "No, Toji, there's no hidden cake in my room." You say before standing up straight and looking at him again, "I was talking about me."

He blinks slowly—appearing as though there weren't a single thought inside that handsome head of his—and then chuckles, "You were talking about yourself? I said I was hungry, lady, how're you supposed to fill me up, huh?"

Mentally, you were palming your own face. You've never dealt with a man like this before. "Oh my god, never mind." You huff before turning on your heels and stepping away from him.

You don't make it very far before you feel something pinching the end of his shirt and then tug at your body. You stumble until your backside presses up against something. He hadn't meant to pull you back so hard but now your frame was slightly sandwiched to his and instead of batting an eyelash at it, he merely tips his head down towards your ear.

"You're just gonna walk away instead of feeding me?" Toji asks in that lazy drawl that has something hot blooming in the lowest pits of your stomach.

A scoff flies out of you, "You're a grown ass man, I don't need to feed you." At least not in the way he’s thinking…

Your roommate snorts and the air from it tickles the tip of your ear, making you shudder a little. "Yeah, but you were sayin' something about having something sweeter for me," The man recalls all proudly like one big idiot.

You have to bite back a laugh at that. Shaking your head again, "Yes, Toji, and I was... I was making a joke."

"Oh,” He murmurs nonchalantly. To which you grow annoyed by his constant obliviousness and start pulling away from, causing him to maneuver his grasp on the shirt you have on and keep you still, "Wait.”

Your breath tangles up in your throat at the way your ass unintentionally rubs back against him, "W-What is it?"

"Why do you keep pulling away like that?" Toji questions, like he can’t feel his own dick snuggling against the soft curve of your butt.

You angle your head back in a way that literally anyone else would view as sinful, whispering, "We're too close. I..."

Your voice battles with itself as words begin to fail you. Then your brain starts doing that annoying perverted thing again. If he kept holding onto your shirt like this, you’d start bending over and letting him have his way with you any moment now.

It’s all you can think about with how his docile but thick cock is felt through all the fabrics between you both. Something inside you fights the urge to rub more firmly against him and inevitably get it up. You could just imagine how good it’d be to feel Toji grow hard—his length probably doubling in size and reacting to all your little moments. Fuck, you-

"You what?" He questions indifferently, cutting off your train of thought and making you realize you never quite finished your statement.

"Let go of my shirt," You’re trying to pull away from him again and his grip on it seems to be loosening a little.

The corner of his scarred lips twitched up into an amused smirk, "My shirt, you mean."

You roll your eyes, "Whatever, just let go." Then you manage to step away again but you still don’t make it very far before he’s forcing you back. 

This time he swiftly wraps some of the fabric of his shirt around his hand and bundles it upward before giving it another firmer pull. You feel a brush of cool air slap all against your upper thighs and your backside with the way he holds your shirt up enough for it to expose everything from your mid-torso and down. 

Then the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, not looking down to see that the dark lace hugging all your goods is exposed. Gasping as you feel him pressing against you again, "Toji!"

He finally cocks his head over and glances downwards. "This doesn't even fit you," Toji points out based on how much fabric he was able to grab onto.

"I bet you could," You blurt out shamelessly as your eyes roll off into the same direction his head is turned.

Almost darkened, those pretty verdant eyes of his snap up to yours, "Huh?"

You don’t shy away from him in the slightest, taking it as far as to look him up and down, "You heard me," Then your voice gets even more solid with him, "I said I bet you could fit me."

Toji blinks once-, twice, and you can just tell your words have soared way over his head. He’s visibly clueless in more ways than one, "The hell does that mean?"

See? Fuckin' idiot.

Instead of getting annoyed by it, you decide to be as blunt as it gets. Because there’s no way he could misinterpret what you mean when you say, "Inside me, dumbass."

Your roommate—ever the oblivious—lets one of his thin brows lift steadily in conclusion. "I could fit inside you?" He asks carefully. Things have never been more evident than they are right now, there's absolutely no way this is gonna fly over his head any further-, "How would that even work? My hand alone is bigger than your face, and the rest of me is clearly a lot larger than you are so I don't think my body could fit in yours when-"

"Jesus Christ, never mind, Toji.” You whine before moving a hand back and smacking at his grasp on you until he eventually lets go. You then groan and start walking away with heavy, aggravated steps, “Never mind!"

You’re beginning to think that maybe the slight differentiation in age between the two of you is ultimately getting to him. In the beginning, him being older than you used to turn you on but now it was starting to piss you the hell off since the old fart doesn’t remember what very obvious flirting looks like anymore.

"Wait, where're you going?” Toji calls out from somewhere behind you as you turn the corner and disappear into the hallway, "You're confusing me!"

"You're always confused, forget it!” You shout back, walking into your room and softly slamming the door behind you. 

Left alone in the kitchen, Toji takes it upon himself to try—honestly try—to understand what you meant. It’s not like he was wrong, he is much larger than you so it’d be quite difficult to “fit” inside you. Hell, he doesn’t even know why you’d come up with such an idea. You always said strange things like that so by now he was mostly used to it.

But this was the first time you seemed to be truly upset about his lack of understanding. Which, in a way, was kinda cute. Toji’s standing in the kitchen just smiling to himself at how amusing you looked storming off all brattily just because you couldn’t find it in yourself to explain your own words to him.

Snickering to himself, "...Weirdo," he mutters just under his breath as he turns to the fridge in hopes that something new will pop out to him now.

——

After a while of waiting for some type of food to magically appear in front of him, Toji calls it quits on lingering around the kitchen. Between the few grumbles from his stomach, he couldn't help but think about you and why you'd been acting weirder than normal today.

You haven't spoken to him since that little misunderstanding, or even come out of your room for all he knows so, he is a bit concerned and something in him is telling him that maybe he should apologize. With this in mind, he heads down the hallway towards your closed bedroom door.

It's been a couple hours now so he hopes you've cooled off enough to at least talk things out with him. He swears to himself that one of these days he'll stop playing dumb with you and maybe even give you a taste of what you want from him but, pushing your buttons like this is arguably a lot more fun.

Except for when it has you going all nonverbal like this, of course.

Toji stands outside your door ready to knock before he hears a sound from the bathroom just a few feet over. His brows shoot up as he realizes you're probably in there and he quickly figures he can make this whole ordeal super simple by apologizing from the door.

At least this way he doesn't have to deal with those glares of yours. Approaching the bathroom, he starts with a heavy little knock, earning a stretched-out moment of no response.

The bathroom is the only room in the apartment with walls thicker than ever so most times it's hard to hear anything from the outside while you're in there and the same thing vice versa.

Because of this, your roommate knocks again and just starts talking, “Hey, I know you’re in there showerin’ right now but uh...” He pauses to chew on his lower scarred lip while he thinks about his next words carefully. Toji breathes out a soft sigh and leans his head against the bathroom door, “I jus’ wanted to come say sorry for earlier, doll. Didn’t want you to spend all day bein’ upset with me over nothing, y'know?”

He still doesn't hear any kind of reply from you so he fears that either something happened to you in there or that you truly hadn't heard a word he said.

The tall man stands there all awkwardly for a long moment whilst debating whether or not he should walk away and apologize later. He fidgets with his fingers in the pockets of his sweats for a second before moving to knock on the door again. His hand lifts but he stops right before his knuckles tap across the wood and instead decides to press his ear against the door.

He only wanted to make sure you were okay, nothing else.

Toji hears the water running perfectly fine but, it almost sounds quieter than normal, as if it wasn't set to its typical stream. Then again you probably have your preferred showering methods so he doesn't question that too much. What he does begin to question is the sounds he starts hearing in the following seconds.

It's faint but there's this little whine coming from inside in between all the splashes of water, “T-Tooji, hahh, fuuuck…” You're heard uttering. Then there's a soft thump as if your back had hit a wall and his ears are twitching as if interested in hearing more, “R-Right there, yesyes, just like that—mmgh!”

From where he is, it sounded like you were struggling with something in there so as his brows are busy pinching together, his voice is coming out in a light whisper instead of something solid at first, “Are you…” He catches himself with a cough and a clearing of his throat, speaking up louder now, “You alright in there?”

“Shit,” You gasp as you're caught off guard.

Just your luck that the one time you decide to rub one out with the assistance of the shower head, Toji comes along interrupting you. The steady and rapid stream of perfectly tempered water against your clit for the past few minutes while you drove your stubborn fingers in and out of your soaked cunt had felt so good.

The last thing you were expecting was for your idiot of a roommate to come knocking. Especially since it's his name you were moaning.

Does that mean you stop what you're doing to have a proper conversation with the man? No—you're a pervert—of course not.

“Yeah-, yes, m’fine!" You huff out all breathlessly whilst your thighs naturally draw together in slight shame.

“Sounded like you said my name,” Toji yells back to you. Fuck, he heard you. Maybe he didn't realize it was a moan? His hand meets the bathroom's doorknob cautiously and he's still pressing you with his questions, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Toji,” You say again, feeling as the shower water angles juuust right against your aching clit. You could barely focus on the conversation at hand.

The poor man on the other side of the door only gets more concerned for your condition, wondering if maybe you'd slipped onto the floor and you were calling for him to come inside and help you. He slowly twists the knob in his hand—hardly surprised to see that the damn thing isn't locked—but doesn't push the door open just yet, “What? M’right here."

There's another soft thump from inside as you head makes soft contact with the shower's wall behind you, “Fuck, I-I can’t..."

“Can’t what?” He rushes, letting the door slowly creak open an inch or two now so he can hear you a little better, “Do you want me to come in—”

“Please, nngh-, yes!” You're moaning again and Toji finally steps into the bathroom.

The air is steamy and he doesn't see you laid out in the middle of the floor so that was good. But if you hadn't fallen over then why the fuck were you calling for him like that? Surely you're not...

“Toji,” He hears you utter again.

This time it makes his body heat up. The airiness in your tone, all delicate like a sultry whisper caressing against his eardrums. You've said his name like that a few times in the past and although you don't know it—since he hides it pretty well—it never fails to turn him on.

Ignoring it for now, “Did you even hear my apology?” Toji asks you to deflect what he's fifty percent sure you're behind that curtain doing right now. He happens to glance around the room, spotting your pile of recently worn clothes and then the neatly folded stuff not too far off from it.

He quietly walks over to it and fishes for the pair of underwear you plan on wearing, plucking it up and bringing it towards his nose to smell. It's got the scent of your detergent on it and as soon as the fumes fly through his nose, he's moving his free hand down to palm at the slight twitching of his cock.

Then he snatches the item away from his face and looks around the bathroom counter, noticing your lack of a towel and clearing his throat again. “Hey, where’s your towel?" Toji asks as if he truly gave a damn about the item, "Is uh, is that why you called me in here like that...?”

Something filthy almost slips past your lips at the sound of his heavy voice carrying all throughout the bathroom's rather acoustic-like walls. Your gaze may have been a little hazy from the shower's steam but you could still make out his hefty silhouette from behind the wet curtain in front of you.

Biting your lip for a moment, you look down at the fingers you'd recently pulled out of yourself and the way the water is still lightly running over your clit, feeling your pussy throb for more attention. Y'know, more attention than you alone cannot give yourself. Then you look up and work up enough confidence to say, “Toji, come here.”

He's busy opening cabinets in search of a spare towel to hand you, still assuming that's what you're calling him for, “I’m tryin’ to get your towel, hold–”

Unintentionally, your thumb flicks over one of the buttons on the shower head, making its gentle stream switch to the jet. And then instinctively, you let out another moan without thinking, “Toji."

Every part of his body freezes. Well, except for his cock. That guy stands straight up at attention as if it was him you specifically called for. Toji squeezes his eyes shut tightly because he knows damn well he can't sit here and act like he didn't hear that.

Maybe this was his sign to stop playing dumb with you?

Opening his eyes to glance over at the shower curtain, hearing the water running with more pressure to it now. Toji scoffs and then stands all the way up, “Did you just moan my name?”

You swallow down the next sinful sound that threatens to fly out of you. The image of his face all scolding and disapproving with you was at the forefront of your mind right now and you wanted nothing more than to hear him keep using that tone with you.

“I n-need your help,” You whine sweetly, moving the jet stream away from yourself for a moment to breathe out a more grounded, “Please?”

Toji turns on his heels but doesn't start walking towards you just yet, “What do you want me to do?” He asks, staring directly at your shower curtain and really trying his best not to picture how you look standing all wet and needy behind it.

Then he hears you huff and his lips twitch as you groan, “Stop playing dumb and get in here.”

He’s been keeping up with this little clueless act long enough now, hasn’t he? Toji hears the way you whine for him in your room late at night when you think you’re being quiet; he catches every hint you throw at him and has always intentionally averted them, so he thinks he can let himself indulge in what he really wants now.

Moving his hands down to the hem of the shirt he just threw on a few minutes ago, you watch the way his silhouette moves around and hear the teasing shuffling coming from him as he removes his clothes. Toji doesn’t say anything and you’re standing a mere shower curtain away from seeing the hunky guy completely naked after so many nights of fantasizing about it. You’ve already tried to imagine the way his cock looks more times than you can count and now you’re finally about to see it.

You’re practically drooling down your inner thighs, the slick coating your skin coming from more than the shower water alone. The bottom skin of your lip is lightly clasped in between your teeth as you nibble on it in anticipation and run your fingers over one another anxiously.

You could hear the soft thumps on the floor whenever he dropped another item of clothing and fuck if you weren’t getting even wetter from all this drawn-out tension alone. Every second seemed to drag out far longer than it needed to and you were one minute away from shoving the curtain open yourself.

Luckily, you soon hear his bare feet tapping against the floor steadily as he creeps closer to the shower and then lifts a hand to move it aside. 

You immediately look down hoping to see everything he has to offer you and yet, your entire expression is left disappointed to see that he still has his boxers on. But, hey, at least you have that fat bulge to ogle at until you hear him sneering at you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Toji scolds again, even though his greedy eyes are very much running up and down your body faster than the droplets of water slithering along your skin. “I only took my clothes off so they wouldn’t get wet.” He adds on as if you cared.

You both knew damn well you’d be even more annoyed if he opened that curtain and was still fully dressed. At least you were getting somewhere with him.

You push yourself off of the wall and step forward, “Are you always this dense?”

“Huh? I’m not–,” He’s quickly cut off by you tugging him in the shower by the waistband of his dark-shaded boxers. “Woah, roomie, you’ve got some strength to ya’,” Toji chuckles halfheartedly, trying to distract you from the fact that his cock is a smearing hot mess of precum all over the fabric now.

Now that he’s sharing a space with you, you continue to hold him by the one clothing item he has on and then lean in to press your body up against his. A delicate pout presses out against your lips, “Can you help me?”

He looks down at you all indifferently like his breath isn’t currently struggling against his lungs to keep steady at the way your soaked tits feel slipping against his skin, “Help you with what?”

You’ve got your bare body pressed against his and yet he still can’t put the pieces together? “Toji!” You huff, sulking in front of him at the way he can’t seem to use his brain—

Your roommate finally breaks out that sexy, lopsided smile of his. The kinda smile that has your pussy throbbing for any kind of attention. Then he moves to take your jaw into his hand, pushing his thumb up to press past the cute pout in your lips, “I can’t do anything to you until you act like you know how to use this properly.”

Oh you’re instantly rendered speechless in front of him for the first time. Stammering out a faint, “H-Huh?” in response.

His cock starts twitching again and his thumb glides across the drool already building up against your skin, “Pretty fuckin’ mouth…” Toji drawls out in this thickly aroused tone you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing from his throat until now, “Always talking to me like some whore yet you say everything except what you really want.”

Stopping yourself from slutting yourself out for the man without question or argument, “That’s not true,” You refute, “I’m very blunt with you. You’re just d-dumb—mngh!”

The moan that flops out of you was quite embarrassing to say the least. All he did was move his other hand down, use two sturdy fingers to tap at your inner thighs, gesture for you to part them, and then take those same digits to rub over that glossy cunt of yours.

Gathering your arousal on his fingertips, he looms down to your ear and his breath is torrid enough to send shivers down your spine, “You really think I don’t know why you do the things you do?” Toji snickers, “Doll, all I wanted was for you to ask for it, directly.”

His middle and ring fingertips glide up towards your clit and testingly rub around the achy bud a couple times, leaving you to stutter out a rather pretty-toned, "I-I can't just-"

“If you can offer yourself up to me like a piece of candy first thing in the morning, then you can ask me for some cock,” He hums directly into your ear, his every word flowing straight down to your cunt in hot, gushing waves. When you let out some inaudible response instead of something he can actually work with, his lips quirk up higher and his fingers begin to work their way down to your sopping hole, “C’mon now, speak up.”

“Toji,” You whine, mind feeling fuzzy already even though he’s barely even touching you.

Maybe you had imagined this very thing happening too many times. Now that it was actually happening—now that he was literally working your pussy lips apart with glossy strides—you couldn't do or say half the things you thought you would. Anything you do manage is only natural for you, such as the way your back arches when his long, stocky fingers finally dip past your plush folds.

“I know you’re not tryin’ to act shy on me here,” He teases, curling the plump tips of his digits up against your walls before dragging the motion back down and then repeating it a few times. This leaves the two of you to sit there breathing heavily and listening to the sloppy smacks your cunt leaked out, all honeyed 'n aroused against his hand, “I’ve already got my fingers inside you, if you need more like you’re always acting like you do then, fucking ask.”

He feels your pussy hug his fingers tightly in reaction, simply refusing to let him pull them out too far before he sinks them in even deeper and earns a perky slosh from below in response. Mouth slightly dangling open now with his thumb still swatting against your inner cheeks just to have you looking like even more of a slut, “I want… hah, Toji can we-,” You cut yourself off to look away for a moment.

Quickly disapproving of the lessening attention on him, his thumb presses further back into your mouth and right against the center of your tongue, “Look at me, doll. Right here,” He directs gently, even as his hand tugs your face over so that you can't look away no matter how hard you try. “Atta’ girl. Carry on now,” Toji praises kindly.

“Can we have sex?” Your timid whisper against the finger he has in your mouth almost makes him laugh. Instead of doing that and making you feel even more embarrassed than you already were, he thrusts the digits tucked into your cunt farther and then plucks his thumb out past your lips. 

There’s one filthy string of saliva hanging between the two of you but he ignores it for now just to angle his head down closer to your face. His ear is at your lips now so he can’t miss a single word, “Huh? Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you. What is it you need from me, exactly?”

“I need you to fuck me, Toji,” You whine. From the close proximity the two of you were at now, he was able to capture every hitch and every faint stammer of shyness in your voice—which only made his dick pulsate all angrily as it hardened with full, anxious demand against his boxers. Then your voice got impossibly lovelier, “Please, I want it so bad.”

Somewhere in his head he's wondering why the fuck he didn't give in to you sooner. There's nothing hotter than having his sexy roommate dripping all over his fingers and begging him to fuck him like she'd die without it, Toji thinks. “It?” He whispers, aching for further clarification.

It was almost like pulling teeth trying to get you to be more vulgar with him but, he needed it. He's thought about it almost just as much as you have. There's been countless sleepless nights where he's wondered what you'd sound like saying all the dirty things he wishes you'd utter to him. The flirting is cute, it really is but nothing beats a direct statement.

“Your cock,” You manage to murmur to him.

To which you feel the fat of Toji's thumb press against your clit and ease out his initials around the delicate bundle of nerves, “Ohhh, s’that why you’re drooling like this on my fingers?” He asks.

Your cunt responds before you do with a gorgeous slop of slick glazing the skin of his fingers whilst he eases them out of you. “Mhmm,” You hum, biting at your bottom lips again, “I’ve been wanting it.."

“I know,” Toji admits. Then your hand comes out to hold onto his arms, fingernails digging into his sturdy muscles hard enough to leave marks for him to admire later. Your roommate looks down at the contact and huffs softly, “And I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it like a whore with some manners, at least.”

Now his fingers were properly fucking you. The sensation was far better than anything you could've accomplished on your own and just like you'd hoped he would, he never fails to force your legs to stay open as he applies more pressure against that spongey g-spot of yours. Each time you try hunching forwards and then pushing at his arm as if you didn't want it, he can't help the way his breathing grows even more uneven.

You were too fuckin' cute.

The fact that you're the same woman who's been not-so-indiscreetly throwing herself at him for months and now you're pushing his arm away like the pleasure was too much for you was truly something humorous for him.

Or at least, it's funny to him up until he gets a proper look at your face. Shit, he didn't know you could make an expression so slutty—brows scrunched up, lower lip poking out with drool, and eyes all drunk 'n starved for him. The sight makes his body slump even closer to you until he's unconsciously got you pressed up against the wall again.

One of his strong legs is in between yours to keep them apart after one too many attempts of you clamping your thighs together and he's hardly even paying attention to what he's doing with his fingers at this point. He's been with enough women in the past to naturally remember what spots to touch but ever since he started living with you, he hasn't even thought about another woman, let alone go out and touch one.

Toji worried he may have lost his skill but considering the way you're falling apart all around his thick digits, it's clear he hasn't forgotten shit. You feel him thumb at your clit a little faster as if you were a literal toy to be played with, his other two busied fingers making themselves at home against your g-spot with thrashing thrusts against it.

Your hips were still bucking for more somehow because even though you were about to cum, you never wanted it to end. Somewhere in your head you told yourself that if you got off on his fingers then that would be it and things would end right there.

So—fearfully—you reach your free hand down to his boxers and start tugging.

Toji's fingers stutter inside you as he loses his pace for a second, choking on his breath, “Fuuck, wait a second, baby." He huffs. You ignore him and let your hand cup the shape of his cock over the fabric. To which he groans, "I’ll give it to ya’, just-, hahh... just let me finish prepping this cute hole of yours..."

“I-I don’t need prep, Toji. I just need you,” You argue as his fingers increase in speed against your sobbing walls, practically searching your insides for that delicious orgasm he wanted to drag out of you. But when you lift your hips away from his hand and add on a light, “Pleeease," that's when he realizes his roommate happens to be nothing more than a brat in need of some taming.

The man would never let you pull yourself away too far, not when he knows he's got you right where he wants you already. So, he scoffs as if annoyed and then his gripping free hand finds the thick of your hip, forcing you right back down into place where you belong. “You’re adorable, really. But I already told you earlier,” He starts lowly, “I can’t fit inside you... Not without me stretchin’ you out first, anyway.”

Your lashes bat over one another repetitively, your whines and moans tangling up in your throat due to the bullying way he starts scissoring his fingertips against your walls. “Hahh—mmgh! S-So you did know what I meant!” You gasp as your eyes widen and the hand you have on his arm moves for a second just to playfully hit him.

“Course’ I did,” Toji smiles at you again, “You would’ve been fucked stupid over that counter if you just said you wanted to see if my cock fits inside you or not.”

You hate hearing how easy it would've been to get what you wanted had you just been completely shameless with it, “Fuck, you’re so annoying.”

His brow cocks up, “Is this annoying too?” The man emphasizes his words by spelling his name out over your clit in slow motion, making sure you feel each letter indent itself in every direction around and against your twitchy lil' bud.

“Hnngh, n-no.." You mewl deliciously, head flying back to rest against the shower wall, "That feels s’good."

“Bet it does.” He replies with an abrupt husk of pride breaking out in between his words. As your wet pussy continues to gush and gush out all against his hand, his confidence is beginning to show itself to you in full force—almost as if he's suddenly remembered who the hell he is, “You touch yourself like this to the thought of me?”

“Uhuhh, a-all the time,” Your honesty has his cock jumping against the palm of your hand and both of you are quickly becoming a mess of bucking hips and need.

The steam that's enveloped the room is from everything but the warm shower water at this point. Hell, the damn thing is practically forgotten by now as the hanging head sprays water against one of the corners all idly.

“Really?” Toji asks finally, not quite looking for a response since he's well aware of the answer. He then plucks his fingers out of you at the very millisecond you felt yourself about to cum and pops them into his mouth for a moment to suck your taste off. You stand there with slightly wobbly legs, feeling your orgasm die out pathetically inside you.

Your eyes find his face and you watch with a frustrated little glare in your gaze while he moans around the digits in his mouth as if you're not currently suffering from being left on edge so abruptly. Your lips twitch to flit out a complaint to him but when all his touches leave you and he takes a step back to finally remove his boxers, you think anything negative or bratty you had to say dies even faster than your orgasm just did.

Fuck, you actually think you could cum touchless when Toji hauls that thick cock free for your desperate eyes to gape at. After a couple quick strokes of smearing what's left of your slick and his saliva along the jagged veins decorating his shaft, your roommate looks into your eyes and the sudden attention makes you unintentionally whine.

It was single-handedly (literally) the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. Now, you don't know if that's just because you've been waiting on this for so long or if it's because you like seeing Toji stupidly erect for you but—either way—the only thing in your head now is filth.

Holding the weight of his dick up by its swollen base, he tips his head to the side and his voice is nothing short of whorish, “You spend all your time fantasizing about this cock?” He asks you casually.

You break the eye contact with him and look down at it again, drool fulling spilling past the corners of your lips now,  “Yeahhh..."

His lips twitch and he steps towards you, “Heh, perv.”

“For you, yeah."

Toji's sweltering tip spurts out a cute glisten of precum at your words, in which he tries to hide by sliding his thumb in between the slit of his cock head and spreading his bit of excitement around. As if you hadn't already noticed it or something...

“For me? That’s cute,” He compliments with a nod of his chin towards your leg. You take the motion as a sign to lift said leg up and you end up balancing yourself up somewhat sideways against the wall. One arm resting against it and the other hooked underneath your raised leg, leaving your slick-splattered cunt on full display. “But I think you’d slut yourself out like this to any hot guy that played clueless just like I did,” Toji claims.

You gasp half-offendedly, "N-No I wouldn’t!”

“Mmh, I think otherwise," He argues, green gaze fixated on the way he's got his lewdly spilling cockhead lathering itself in between your puffy folds, "I bet if I called my buddy Shiu over right now you’d be excited to let him get a taste of this slutty pussy.”

“That’s—ohfuck," You choke as he starts pushing into you, purposefully waiting for you to start talking before he did so just to hear you lose your wording. "T-That's different.”

“Is it? I’ve got more friends I’m sure you’d be interested in too,” Toji continues speaking nonchalantly like he isn't currently stuffing the rude bulk of his cock a couple thick inches into you, leaving your cunt to let out soaked squeals around every inch that enters you.

You knew he was big but fuck, it was way more than you were expecting—far bigger than any dildo you've ever bounced on, pretending it was him—and wiiide enough for your eyes to light up with a slutty array of stars 'n gloss coating your irises. Toji's so glad he catches it too because it's downright the prettiest thing he's ever seen before.

He thought your expression from earlier was something only a true slut could have painted across their features but this-, oh this was something else entirely. He's not even sure if it's because of the thought of him bringing his other hot friends over to fuck you or if it's because you're feeling his pent-up need for you thrust past your snug ring of half-resistance.

“Yeah, look at’cha," The man pants, moving your hand out the way so that he could hold your leg up now and continue to fuck his dick into you sideways, "Jus' drooling at the thought of it. Fuckin’ whore.”

When his tip initially kisses the hilt of your soddened pussy—his pelvis pressed neatly to yours—both of you release a blissed-out moan of relief. Neither of you could deny how badly you'd been waiting for this.

Who knew all it would take was you moaning out his name as you got off in the shower?

Speaking of which...

Toji could only get a couple thrusts in before he noticed soft streaks of tears coating your cheeks, which quickly reminded him of the nearby dangling shower head.

He doesn't warn you, doesn't say anything, and doesn't even let you get a moment to get your breathing in order before he's got the damn thing in his hands. The next thing you feel is warm, heavy pressure splattering against your clit in unison with his broad tip imprinting itself against the depths of your cunt. Your pussy gasps around his cock before you so and Toji's hips are slapping against yours a little faster to chase the suckling sensation your walls are busy greeting his every vein with.

You almost lose your balance against the wall with how utterly caught off guard you are. The warm pleasure that sparked hot flashes of bliss all throughout your body from the combination of his hefty length inside you and that lovely shower head streaming all sturdy against your clit was enough to have you dumb with delight.

You're creaming around his cock within the next few seconds. Toji can't even fight off the proud smile that spreads across his uneven lips at the feeling. His thrusts get even faster-, harder to coax you through it and the way he was handling the show head's jet-stream was around your clit was almost better than his thumb had been moments ago.

It's not until your high is dying down and you're trying to pull away from him for a second time that he tosses the shower head and lets it tap into the wall for a moment. Because you keep running from what you've been begging him to give you for months, Toji's handling your body how he pleases all over again.

He shoves your leg over and down, spinning the rest of your fame around so that both of your hands are pressed against the wet shower wall. Then he dips a hand into your arching spine and has you bent over exactly how you wanted to be earlier that day.

You're feeling a hand deepen the arch in your back and another dive into your head of hair to tug before you have a chance to think. You think Toji's cock gets bigger inside you, somehow. Your ass bounces back against him and he's properly handling the entirety of your body as if you were some kinda fucktoy.

You spent all this time thinking you were the pervert in this apartment when in reality, it was him. Toji's imagined having you arched over 'n spread for him like this more times than you could even wrap your head around if he told you.

There's a sharp sting felt against your ass with the way his hand comes down against it all of a sudden, making you moan twice as loud as you had before, “Mmngh! Toji!”

“Oooh," He starts smiling wickedly, pulling your head back further so that he can start talking into your ear again. He never wants you to miss a single word of his, apparently. Grunting against the crown of it, "M'hittin’ deeper now, huh?”

“Yes," Your pussy pulsates with saturated overstimulation around the long span of his cock, "S-So fuckin’-, big… t-too big!”

The sounds of his skin meanly smacking against yours every time he thrusts into that particular spot inside you that has you seeing stars echoes all throughout the small bathroom, practically bouncing off of the walls. Toji slips his hand from your spine to underneath you so he can feel each time his dick creates that fat bulge against your skin.

As soon as he feels the results of his own actions against his palm, he groans, “I tried to warn you,” His hand presses at your lower abdomen—exactly where his ragged girth is resting—and it forces your pussy to clamp deliciously around him, “But nooo, my cockhungry roomie never thinks that far ahead now, does she?”

You shake your head but, he can't tell if that's because you were too fuck-out already or if that was in response to his words.

“All that time thinking I’m the ditzy one here and yet all you do is think about my dick and then get stupid once it’s in ya’,” He mocks meanly, hips bucking forward with heavier motions that have his balls slapping against your clit sinfully, “Shit.."

Toji leans back and looks down, watching his cock disappear inside you and biting his lip at how debauched the lips of your cunt look sucking him in greedily, "Look at ‘er now, swallowing up every inch like she was made for it... Slutty girl."

You hardly have it in you to respond with anything more coherent than a throaty whimper of, “Right there Toji, p-please..”

“I know,” He huffs as if annoyed. Though, you can’t see the way he’s got his brows screwed up because of the way your cunt is guzzling him in perfectly. As he thrashes against your sweet spot again, he breaks out another lopsided smile, “M’here, aren’t I?”

“Ohmygod,” You’re choking, legs beginning to quiver as that tight knot in the lowest pit of your stomach begins to coil up again.

Tilting his head and keeping his eyes taut on your spread lips around his meanly plummeting cock, “Yeahh, y’feelin’ it?”

“S’too much!” You breathe through a widely gaping mouth, saliva dripping down onto the shower floor just as slick was dripping off of his balls from your hypnotically weeping folds, “G-Gonna cum again,”

Toji scoffs, “So cum. Make a pretty mess on that dick,” He encourages with a somewhat lighter smack against your pretty, hand-marked ass cheek. You do exactly that almost instantaneously—every inch of your body shuddering from the back-to-back releases. “Theeere you go. Feel all better now?” He coos.

“Uhuhh,” You’re nodding dumbly against the wall with your eyes flutter shut.

To which his palm smooths over your ass and he mocks you again with a pout, “Use your words, baby.”

“Y-Yes, Toji.” You moan tiredly, “I feel s’much better now but I-, ah! I wanna make you cum too.”

Just as you say that, he notices your hips trying helplessly to push back and meet his continuous thrusts. The gesture is cute, really.

“Oh yeah? Go on then, make me spill inside this pussy since you want it so bad,” His voice is velvety and sweet with you all of a sudden—curating the perfect pitch to help you continue fucking yourself back on him.

No matter how many times you cum, it seems like his cock doesn’t ever stop feeling oh-so-heavenly inside you. Nothing could compare to receiving the very thing you whined for almost nightly.

“Jus’ like that. Don’t stop–don’t you fuckin’ stop.” Toji’s breath quickly gets unsteady when you push back with a bit more purpose, his grip on you becoming something rather trembly and eager, “Almost there, doll. Keep—f-fuuck you feel so good—keep goin’.”

That last praise blearily rolls off of his tongue before he's meeting your ass with his sharply toned pelvis. The weight of his thrusts makes you jerk forward and cry out in surprise. You're slipping off the wall again and just barely he's holding you in place while he brands himself into your pussy via dumping his gooey load of cum into you.

Nasty squelch after squelch sob into the air until both of you feel spent and are left panting hotly, hardly able to hold one another up and teetering on the edge of slipping. Toji gives you some final, lazy pumps of his breeding cock before slumping forward against you.

You probably would've fallen right over if not for the way you steady yourself against the wall while he chases his breath. The moment it's caught in his lungs again, he's kissing your shoulder tenderly like you're not actively going numb in your legs.

"Next time..." He starts out, smearing his words into your skin in between his little pecks, "If you want me to fuck you," Both of arms wrap around you and you think he's hugging you for a second but, then you feel his hands come up to lovingly squeeze your tits—lips at your neck, "You'll come present yourself to me 'n ask, yeah?"

You let a harmless scoff fall out of you, "Or you can just fuck me whenever you want."

Toji lifts his head to look at you-, like, really look at you. Then you watch how slow he blinks, as if he couldn't believe what you just said, "You're giving me your consent to free use, roomie?"

"Mhm," You hum in response.

The last smile he gives you is something dirty, "Wow, what a filthy pervert you are."

Rolling your eyes and playfully pushing at him, "As if you're any better, you were sniffing my panties earlier!"

"Oh." Toij gulps awkwardly, "You uh, you saw that...?"

Maybe he's not faking the himbo thing as well as he thought he was...

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