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Back from college and staying with your dad in his shitty apartment complex, the older man... your neighbor next door has been noticing you, just as you have?
ŕ˛.content & warnings: porn with no plot :: non canon au :: reader is implied to be thicc :: age gaps - (reader is 19-20, Toji is in his Mid 30s) :: older neighbour trope :: touching through clothes :: kissing :: oral f.rec :: pussyjobs :: multi-gasms :: p in v :: spitting :: different sex positions? :: anal play - (thumb) :: c-pied :: description's of sex and anatomy was meant to be more on the 'graphic side' ::
The back porch of apartment 07 was nothing special â just cracked concrete painted a faded green years ago, a single wobbly plastic chair, and a rusted railing that overlooked the narrow strip of shared yard nobody ever used. Summer heat clung to everything like wet cotton, thick and slow even now that the sun had dipped low enough to turn the sky bruised purple.Â
Youâd been inside all day, scrolling on your phone until your eyes ached, hoodie zipped halfway over a thin tank top because the AC was barely spitting cool air anymore. Shorts riding up high on your thighs, the soft cotton clinging where sweat had gathered at the crease of your hips.
Ninety degrees and no breeze, so you finally gave up and dragged yourself outside to sprawl on the single step, legs stretched long, bare feet dangling over the edge.
Thatâs when you saw him.
Toji Fushiguro, in apartment 08, right next door, he stepped out the side door with a black garbage bag in one scarred hand, in the same tight black t-shirt youâd seen him in a dozen times before, sleeves stretched tight around thick biceps, fabric clinging to the hard planes of his chest and stomach like it was painted on. Dark sweatpants slung low on narrow hips, the waistband showing a thin strip of tanned skin when he moved.Â
That scar sliced the corner of his mouth, pulling slightly when his lips twitched like he was always half a second from smirking at something only he found funny and black hair messy, damp at the temples from the heat or maybe from whatever heâd been doing inside his own place all day.Â
He didnât look your way at first, he just hefts the bag into the big metal bin with one easy toss, muscles rolling under tanned skin, then wipes his forearm across his brow.
You shouldâve looked away, shouldâve pretended to stare at the sky or your chipped nail polish or literally anything else, but your eyes stayed glued, tracing the way his shoulders flexed when he turned, the slow roll of his neck as he cracked it side to side and maybe he felt it, because those sharp green eyes finally flicked over.
Eyes locking on yours.
Your stomach does a nasty, liquid flip. Not fear, exactly. Something hotter. Hungrier. You feel suddenly very aware of how your shorts are bunched high on your ass, how the hoodieâs ridden up to show the dip of your spine, how your thighs are parted just enough that if he looked lower heâd see the soft inner curve where skin meets cotton.
He didnât smile, didnât wave. Just stood there with one big hand still resting on the bin lid, staring like he had all night to decide what he wanted to do about the pretty little thing next door finally looking back.
Then he starts walking.
Not toward his apartment, towards you.
Each step, heavy. Bare feet on gravel and the closer he gets the more details you take in, faint sheen of sweat on his throat, the way veins stand out along his forearms and he stops at the edge of your porch slab, one foot planted on the rickety porch so heâs towering without even trying.
For a second the world narrows to just that look; heavy and unreadable, dragging down the length of your sprawled body like he was cataloging every inch. The hoodie half-open so the thin tank underneath showed the soft dip between your breasts, nipples pebbled from the sudden shift in temperature and maybe something else, your shorts bunched high enough that the plump curve where thigh met hip was on full display, cotton stretched tight across your mound.Â
You felt the fabric pull snug there, outlining the soft curve of your pussy in a way that made heat crawl up your neck, shifting your thighs together instinctively â only making it worse. A tiny damp spot had already started blooming at the crotch from hours of lazy daydreams and the sticky summer air.
You swallow. Throat dry. âHi,â it comes out smaller than you meant.
Tojiâs scarred mouth twitches barely. âHey.â
Voice low and rough around the edges like gravel dragged over velvet. One word and it already felt like heâd put his palm flat on your sternum and pressed.
You sat up a little straighter, hoodie slipping off one shoulder. âYouâre⌠Toji, right? My dad said youâre the quiet one.â
He huffed through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh youâd ever heard from him. âYeah. Thatâs me.â He took one slow step closer. âAnd youâre the kid whoâs been runninâ around in those little shorts all summer.â
Your breath hitched, you're not a kid. Not really, but the way he said it with that lazy drawl, his eyes dropping to where your thighs are pressed together, made your clit throb under the cotton like heâd reached out and thumbed it.
âIâm not a kid,â you mumbled, cheeks burning. âIâm nineteen, almost twenty.â
Tojiâs brows lifted just a fraction. âAlmost twenty,â he echoed, like he was tasting the words. Another step forward, now he was close enough you could smell him; clean sweat, faint soap, something darker underneath like motor oil and cedar. âOld enough to know better than to sit out here lookinâ like that when itâs just you and me.â
Your heart slammed against your ribs. You tried to play it cool, tugging the hem of your hoodie down like it would hide anything. âItâs hot. I just wanted air.â
âMm.â His gaze slid lower again, shamelessly, lingering on the visible outline of your pussy lips printed through the thin shorts, plump, puffy, already so swollen from nothing but his proximity. âLooks like youâre feelinâ more than just the heat, sweetheart.â
The pet name landed like a spark on dry grass, and you squeezed your thighs tighter, but that only made the damp cotton drag against your slick folds. A tiny, involuntary whimper slipped out before you could catch it.
Tojiâs eyes darkened. He crouched slowly, his big body folding with surprising grace, until he was eye-level with you on the step. Forearms resting on spread thighs, scarred hands dangling loose between his knees. So close you can see the faint sheen of sweat on his collarbone, the way his happy trail disappears under the waistband, dark and tempting.
He tilts his head, just enough that the dying sunlight cuts across the sharp line of his jaw. Moss-green eyes drag from your bare legs up up up- slowly and unapologetic. Lingers on the bare strip of stomach where your hoodieâs rucked up. On the way your shorts cling to the plump curve of your ass, aaaaall the way up to your face like heâs cataloguing every inch heâs already seen a hundred times through cracked blinds.
âBeen seeinâ you around,â he says. Voice quieter now and allmost intimate. âYou live next door, right? Your old manâs girl.â
Not a question again.
You nod anyway. Tongue feeling too big in your mouth.
âYeah. Iâm⌠back for summer break.â
He hums, deep in his chest. The sound vibrates through the humid air straight into your bones.
âDidnât figure youâd be out here lookinâ like that,â his eyes glance to your lips then back up to your eyes, âalways out this late too huh, doll?â
You blink. â...You noticed?â
Another almost-laugh. âHard not to.â
Heat floods your cheeks. Youâre suddenly hyper-aware of every inch of exposed skin. The way your nipples have pebbled against the thin hoodie fabric from the slight breeze or maybe just from him looking at you like that.
âYou been watchinâ me too, huh?â he murmurs. Voice softer than you expect. Almost gentle. âEvery time you come out here. Corner store. Back porch. Thought I didnât notice?â
Your lips parted, no sound comes out at first. Then, barely a whisper, âI⌠I thought you didnât.â
âWrong.â One big hand lifts slow, carefully and the rough pad of his thumb brushes the edge of your hoodie sleeve where it had slipped down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupts across everywhere he almost touches. âBeen noticinâ you since the first day you walked by in those jeans. Ass hugged so tight I could see the outline of your panties. Thought about bendinâ you over the railing right then.â
Heat floods between your thighs so fast your vision blurs and you can feel yourself leaking now, slow, syrupy slick soaking through your cotton panties, darkening the crotch of your shorts in an obvious little patch. His eyes drops to it immediately.
âFuck,â he breathes, almost laboured. âLook at that. Sweet little pussy already cryinâ for me and I havenât even touched you yet.â
You whimper again, louder this time, hips shifting forward on instinct, chasing nothing.
âYou alone tonight?â he asks. Casually, like heâs asking about the weather.
You nod, throat dry. âDadâs working late again, always is.â
Toji hums, low in his chest. The sound vibrates through the air into your palms.
He reaches out, slow enough that you could pull away if you wanted.
You donât.
Thick fingers catch the hem of your hoodie where itâs ridden up over your hip and he doesnât pull it down. Just tugs it a little higher, exposing another inch of soft skin. His thumb brushes the edge of your shorts, barely a graze, but it feels like heâs touching you somewhere much more intimate.
âThese are reaaaaal short,â he drawls. Voice gone darker. âYou always walk around in shit like this?â
Your heart slams against your ribs. âSometimes.â
He exhales through his nose, almost a growl.
âCareful, sweetheart.â His thumb presses just barely into the crease where thigh meets ass. âLots of eyes around here.â
Youâre trembling now and its not from fear, its from the sudden, vicious ache blooming low in your belly. Your thighs press together on instinct and he notices. Of course he does.
Tojiâs eyes flick down to where your legs squeeze, then back up to your face, that smirk of his deepens.
âYou scared of me?â he asks softly, almost sweet â if sweet could be laced with this much danger.
You shake your head, barely.
âLiar,â he says but he sounds pleased.
His hand slides higher, his fingers splaying wide across the small of your back, his palm is hot and rough as calluses drag against your skin like a promise. He doesnât push you down. Doesnât need to, youâre already melting into the floor boards, arching just enough that your ass lifts a fraction â offering.
He groans quietly and guttural, the first real crack in that cool exterior.
âFuck,â he mutters under his breath. âYouâre trouble.â
You lick your lips, voice barely there. âYou gonna do something about it?â
His eyes snap to yours. Dark, predatory.
For one endless second neither of you moves.
Your breath hitches when his gaze drops again â straight to the damp patch you know is starting to show. The cottonâs darker there now, clinging, outlining the plump shape of your pussy lips so clearly itâs obscene. Youâre soaked, have been since you noticed him watching. And he can fucking see it.
âPretty little thing like you,â he murmurs, voice dropping to something dangerous-soft, âsittinâ out here all needy. Drippinâ through your shorts for the old man next door.â
Your mouth falls open on a shaky gasp. No denial. No lie. Just liquid heat, shameful heat â flooding between your legs at his words.
Tojiâs eyes darken and hooks one thick finger under the hem of your shorts. Doesnât pull them down. Just lifts the fabric the tiniest bit, letting it snap back against the crease of your thigh with a soft thwack.
âBet these panties are fuckinâ ruined,â he says, almost conversationally. âAll wet and clingy, pushinâ up against the seam, yeah?â
You whimper high and helpless, hips shifting forward before you can stop them.
He chuckles, low and mean. âKnew it.â
Tojiâs hand moves again, this time cupping the side of your face, thumb stroking slow along your jaw. Calluses rough against your soft skin. âPretty thing,â he murmured. âSo shy. So needy. Bet youâve been touchinâ yourself thinkinâ about the mean neighbour next door, huh? Imagininâ what these hands would feel like spreadinâ you open.â
Your head tipped into his palm. Eyes fluttering. âY-yesâŚâ
âGood girl.â Praise hits like honey dripping down your spine. He leaned in closer â close enough his breath fanned your glossed lips. âGonna kiss you now. Wanna taste how sweet that pouty mouth is before I ruin the rest of you.â
You nodded with frantic little jerks of your head.
Then his mouth is on yours.
Soft at first, just the brush of scarred lips over your glossy ones, tasting artificial cherry and nervous salt. He groaned low in his throat the second your mouths connect, like heâd been starving for it, his big hand slides to the nape of your neck, fingers threading into your hair, tilting your head exactly how he wants so he could lick slow into the seam of your lips.
You opened for him instantly. Tongue shy and tentative, his is thicker, hotter, curling against yours with lazy confidence. He kisses like he had nowhere else to be, like he could spend hours just licking into your mouth, swallowing every tiny whimper you give him.
âSo fuckinâ sweet,â he mumbles against your lips between slow, wet kisses. âTaste like summer, like youâve been waitinâ for this.â
His other hand finds your thigh, palming the plush inner meat, squeezing gently, thumb stroking higher and higher until it grazes the damp edge of your shorts, not pushing inside. Just petting. Soothing. Praising.
âDoinâ so good for me already,â he whispers, nipping your bottom lip. âLetting me kiss you like this. Letting me feel how wet you are just from my mouth. Such a good girl f'me already.â
You moan into his kiss loud and needy â hips canting up so his thumb presses firmer against the soaked outline of your pussy. He growls softly, rewarding you with another deep, filthy lick into your mouth.
The kiss turns hungrier. Wetter. His tongue fucks slow and deliberately into yours while his hand kneads your thigh, inching closer to where you ache most â never quite touching your clit, just circling, teasing, making you drip more and more until the cottonâs clinging transparently to every swollen fold.
He pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, breath ragged, green eyes blown black with want.
âTell me you want more,â he raspes. Voice wrecked. âTell me you want my hands on you. My mouth. Everything.â
Your lips trembles, gloss smeared and eyes glassy.
âI want it,â you breathe. âWant youâŚplease, TojiâŚâ
He smiled then slowly, gaze darkening but still so gentle when his thumb brushes your cheek again.
âGood girl,â he purred.
And then he kissed you deeper â claiming, devouring, promising every filthy thing he's about to do to you next.
His mouth is still on yours hot, slow and filthy in the best way. Tongue sliding deep, curling lazy against yours like he's mapping every soft inch of your mouth, tasting the cherry gloss youâd slicked on earlier just because you felt pretty.Â
Toji kisses like a man whoâs waited too long to taste something sweet and now couldnât get enough. A big hand cradles the back of your neck, thumb stroking the sensitive spot just under your ear while the other squeezes the plush meat of your inner thigh â fingers digging in just enough to make your hips twitch forward, chasing more pressure against the soaked cotton clinging to your pussy.
You were drowning in it. Brain turning to warm syrup, every thought melting into the wet drag of his tongue, the faint scrape of his scar against your lower lip when he sucks it between his teeth. Soft little whimpers bubbling out of you every time he pulls back just to nip, just to breathe a rough âgood girlâ against your mouth before diving back in deeper.
Your hands found his shoulders somewhere in the haze, your fingertips digging into hard muscles under that tight black shirt, feeling the heat rolling off him like a furnace. He smells so good up close; clean sweat, faint cologne that clung to his neck, something darker and masculine underneath that made your clit throb harder every time you inhaled.
When he finally eases back â barely an inch, forehead pressing to yours, your lips swollen, gloss smeared across both your mouths, strings of spit connecting when yours part. You were panting, chest heaving under the half-zipped hoodie, nipples tight and aching against the thin tank.
Tojiâs green eyes were blown black, pupils eating up the color as he stares down at you like you were the only thing left in the world worth looking at. His thumb brushing slowly over your bottom lip, spreading the mess even more.
âFuck, look at this mouth,â he murmurs, voice gravel-rough and wrecked. âAll glossy and puffy from just my kisses. Bet itâd look even prettier wrapped around my cock.â
The words hit you like a slap of heat. Your thighs clenching hard â slick gushing fresh against your already drenched panties, the cotton so wet now it was sticking transparently to every plump fold. You could feel the outline of your pussy lips print shamelessly through the shorts, fat and swollen⌠begging.
You tried to speak â tried to be smart, to play it cool, but your brain was mush, words tumbling out careless and needy.
âW-wanna⌠come inside?â you breathed, barely coherent. âFor⌠for a drink. Or⌠something. Please.â
Tojiâs scarred lips curves slow and predatory, but still so fucking gentle when his thumb strokes your cheek again.
âYeah?â he rasps. âYou invitinâ the old man next door inside while your daddyâs gone? Careful, sweetheart. I might'n wanna leave once I get my hands on you proper.â
Your head bobs, frantical little nods. âI⌠I donât want you to leave.â
He groans low in his throat, like the confession physically hurt him in the best way. Then he was standing, a slow roll of his muscles as he rose to his full height, now towering over you on the step. One big hand extended down.
âCâmon then pretty girl. Show me where you live.â
You take his hand, your small fingers swallowed up in his scarred palm and you let him pull you up. Legs shaky, thighs slick where they're rubbing together. The second you're standing he tugs you closer, arm banding around your waist so your soft body presses flush to his hard one. You could feel him, thick and heavyâŚhis cock already half-hard and straining against his sweatpants, nudging insistently against your lower belly.
âFuck,â he mutters into your hair, inhaling deep like he was trying to memorize your scent. âSmell's so sweet. Bet you taste even better between those thighs.â
He walks you the few steps to your door like that, an arm possessive around you, free hand palming slow over the curve of your ass through your shorts, squeezing the plush flesh like he was testing how soft you really are. You fumble the key with trembling fingers and he just chuckles low against your ear.
âEasy, baby. We got all night.â
The door finally opens. You stumble inside, the dim living room lit up only by the lamp youâd left on, the cheap couch, scattered textbooks from last semester you hadnât bothered to put away. Toji kicks the door shut behind him without looking, then spun you gently until your back hits the wall beside it.
He didnât crowd you right away. Just stood there, close enough you could feel his heat, but giving you that one last second to back out if you wanted.
You didnât.
Instead you tipped your head back, lips parting eyes glassy and pleading.
Tojiâs hand came up and cupsyour jaw so gently it made your chest ache, his thumb stroking over your swollen bottom lip again.
âLook at you,â he whispers, voice thick with something almost reverent. âSo fuckinâ pretty. So young and soft and already drippinâ for a man old enough to know better. You know how filthy that is, sweetheart? How wrong?â
You whimpered, nodding your hips canting forward so the damp crotch of your shorts brushes the hard line of his cock through his sweats.
âFeels right to me,â you breathe out needy.
His eyes flutters shut for a second â like your words punched the air out of him. Then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, hungrier. Tongue fucking slow into your mouth while both hands slid down to grip your thighs, lifting you easy like you weighed nothing. Your legs wraps around his waist on instinct; he pins you to the wall with his hips, his thick cock grinding slow against your soaked pussy through layers of fabric.
You moaned loud into his mouth, a desperate, broken sound.
âThatâs it,â he praises against your lips, rocking slow and deliberately. âGrind on it, baby, let me feel how wet you are for me. Soaked right through these little shorts⌠fuck, I can smell you. Sweet little cunt cryinâ for cock.â
His hands kneads your ass rough, spreading you open even through your clothes, his fingertips dipping under the hem of your shorts to brush the edge of your drenched panties. You jolt at the contact and he just shushes you softly by kissing the corner of your mouth.
âDoinâ so good,â he murmurs. âSuch a good girl lettinâ me touch. Gonna take care of you, yeah? Gonna make this pretty pussy feel so full⌠but imma take my time. Wanna savor every second of ruininâ you.â
You were shaking, your whole body trembling with need, clit throbbing against the drag of his cock every time he rolls his hips. Slick had soaked through everything now and you could feel it smearing against him, making the fabric cling obscenely.
âTojiâŚâ His name comes out wrecked, pleading. âPlease⌠need you.â
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark, tender and filthy all at once.
âI know, sweetheart,â he rasps, pressing one last soft kiss to your forehead. âI know. Gonna give you everything. But firstâŚâ
His hand slid between your bodies and cups your pussy over the shorts, his palm grinds slow against your swollen clit while two thick fingers traces the soaked outline of your lips through the cotton.
âGonna make you come like this first,â he promises, voice low and wrecked with want. âJust from my hand, m'gonna watch this sweet little thing soak my fingers before I even get inside you. You gonna be good and come for me, baby?â
Your head falls back against the wall, eyes rolling, your hips already chasing his palm in frantic little circles.
âY-yes⌠yes, please⌠TojiâŚâ
He smiles slowly, dangerous and adoring.
âThatâs my girl.â
And then he kisses you again deeper and filthy, while his hand works unhurried, perfect little circles over your dripping cunt, building you up slow and sweet until youâre trembling on the edge, ready to fall apart for the quiet neighbour whoâd finally let you into his world.
Toji didnât set you down.
Not even for a second.
The second your shaky âyesâ left your lips he scoops you up like you weigh nothing, his big scarred hands sliding under the plush meat of your thighs, lifting you clean off the floor so your legs had no choice but to wrap tight around his narrow waist.
Your soaked shorts presses right against the thick, heavy ridge of his cock straining through his sweatpants, and the friction made you whimper into his mouth â high, the needy sound swallowed by another slow, filthy kiss.
Toji doesnât even glance at the couch, he heads straight for your bedroom door instead. âWanna take this where I can spread you out proper. Where I can watch every little thing that pretty face does when I make you come apart.â
Your arms loops around his neck â fingers digging into the short black hair at his nape, clinging like he's the only solid thing left in your world. He carries you down the short hallway like that, feet heavy on the cheap laminate, every step grinding his cock against your dripping pussy through the thin layers. You could feel how hard he is â thick, hot and pulsing, already leaking enough that a damp spot had started blooming on his sweats where your slick had soaked through everything.
Your bedroom door was half-open already. Small room â nothing fancy. Twin bed pushed against one wall with rumpled pastel sheets you hadnât bothered making, fairy lights strung lazy across the headboard from last semester, a cluttered desk with half-finished college notes and empty energy drink cans. Window cracked, letting in the thick summer night air. It smells faintly like your vanilla body spray and the faint laundry detergent on your sheets.
Toji kicks the door shut behind him, a soft click of the latch sealing you both in and crosses the small space in three strides, he didnât bother with the light. The glow from a dim lamp on your table and those soft fairy lights was enough â warm, hazy, turning his sharp features golden and making the scar on his mouth look even more wicked when he smirked down at you.
He lowered you slow onto the edge of the mattress carefully, almost worshipful, until your ass hit the comforter and your legs dangles off. But he didnât step back. Just stayed between your spread thighs, towering, broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the room.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, voice thick with something soft and hungry all at once. Big hands sliding up your sides, under the hem of your hoodie this time, his palms rough and warm dragging slow over the soft curve of your waist, thumbs brushing the underside of your tits through the thin tank. âSo fuckinâ soft everywhere. Plush little body just begginâ to be touched.â
You shiver, your whole body trembling as his hands keep roaming. Up your ribs, over the swell of your breasts, squeezing gently through fabric until your nipples peaks hard against his palms.
Then back down, his fingertips tracing the gentle pooch of your tummy, dipping into the soft dip of your navel, spreading wide to span the width of your lower belly like he was measuring how perfectly youâd fit under him.
His eyes drop lower, locking on the obscene wet spot darkening your shorts. The cotton plastered to your pussy now, every plump, fattened lip outlined clear as day, swollen clit peeking through like a needy little button begging for attention.
Slick soaked all the way through your cotton panties underneath, making the fabric sheer and clinging, showing the glossy sheen of your arousal coating every fold.
âJesus,â he breathes, almost dazed. âCanât even hide it, can you? Fat little cunt just printinâ out for me, drippinâ right through everything. Been leakinâ like this since I kissed you on the porch, huh?â
You nodded frantically, cheeks burning, your hips shifting forward on instinct so the soaked crotch of your shorts brushes his thigh.
Toji groans low, a deep rumble in his chest, then leans down, caging you with his arms braced on either side of your hips. His mouth finds your neck â hot, open-mouthed kisses trailing slow from under your ear down the column of your throat. He sucks gently at first, his lips sealing over soft skin, tongue flicking â then harder.
Teeth grazing just enough to sting before he soothes it with slow laps, blooming dark purple bruises one after another like he was marking territory.
âGood girl,â he whispers between sucks, voice muffled against your skin. âLettinâ me mark you up like this. Gonna look so pretty tomorrow, little love bites all over this sweet neck so everyone knows whoâs been takinâ care of you.â
His hands never stops moving, he slides them under your hoodie again, pushing the fabric up slowly until it bunches under your tits. Callused palms dragging over bare skin now, the rough texture making you arch, you let out a faint gasp, as his fingers splays wide over your soft tummy, kneading gently like he couldnât get enough of how plush you were there.
âLove this,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your jaw. âThis soft little belly. Gonna watch it bounce when Iâm fuckinâ you deep later. Gonna feel it quiver when you come all over my cock.â
You were whimpering nonstop now, your brain goopy, thoughts reduced to nothing but the heat of his mouth, the weight of his hands, the slow grind of his hips every time he shifts closer. He was still fully clothed, his tight black shirt stretching over thick pecs and sharp-cut abs, sweatpants slung low but you could feel every ridge of muscle flexing against you when he moved. Solid. Unyielding. Cutting through the thin layers like he was already inside you.
Toji pulls back just enough to look at your face, eyes dark, tender and filthy with want. Thumb brushing over one of the fresh bruises on your throat, a gentle stroke that made you shiver.
âDoinâ so good for me, baby,â he praises, voice low and steady. âLook how pretty you are.â Your eyes were all glassy, lips swollen, pussy so wet he could hear it every time you shift. âGonna take my time with you, m'gonna touch every inch, talk you through it nice and slow till youâre shakinâ and begginâ.â
One hand slides down, cupping your soaked mound over the shorts, his palm grinding slow against your clit while thick fingers traces the plump outline of your lips through the fabric. Not pushing inside yet. Just petting. Soothing. Building.
âFeel that?â he whispers, pressing firmer so you could feel how your slick squelches against his palm. âThatâs all for me. Sweet little thing gettinâ this messy just from my kisses and my hands. Such a good girl. My good girl.â
You moan, loud and broken, your head tipping back as your hips rolls up into his touch.
He kisses you again, his tongue sliding against yours while his hand keeps that lazy rhythm between your thighs. The other stays on your tummy, rubbing slow circles over the soft pudge, possessive and adoring all at once.
âGonna watch you fall apart, sweetheart,â he promised against your mouth. âGonna make this pretty pussy cum so hard you see stars. And then Iâm gonna do it again. And again. Till youâre too fucked-out to think about anything but me.â
His fingers hooks under the waistband of your shorts slowly tugging it downward, just enough to bare the top of your drenched panties.
âReady for more?â he murmurs, nipping your bottom lip. âGonna strip you and kiss every bruise I leave, spread these plush thighs and taste how sweet you are.â
Your answer was a shaky nod, eyes locked on his and pleading.
Toji smiles slow, dangerous and so fucking gentle.
âThatâs my girl.â
And then he starts peeling your hoodie off slowly, his hands worshipping every new inch of bare skin he uncovers, mouth following right behind with more soft kisses and praise, ready to unravel you piece by trembling piece on your little twin bed while the summer night presses warm against the window.
Toji pulls back from your neck, his lips shiny with spit, a fresh bruise blooming dark and pretty under your jaw and his eyes drops to your face. You were a wreck already, cheeks flushing hot, eyes glassy and half-lidded, mouth hanging open in soft little pants.
A thin string of drool had slipped from the corner of your lips, trailing slow down your chin like youâd forgotten how to swallow. Fuck. The sight punches straight through him, making his cock twitch hard against the damp front of his sweats, thickening even more until the fat head was outlined clear as day through the gray cotton.
âJesus, sweetheart,â he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. âLook at you droolinâ for me already. Canât even keep that pretty mouth closed.â
He leans in slow, his big hand cupping the side of your face, thumb sweeping under your lower lip to catch the mess. But instead of wiping it away he just smears it wider and then dips down and licks it up himself, tongue flat and hot dragging slowly from your chin to the corner of your mouth, tasting the sweet-salty mix of your spit and his earlier kisses. You whimper the sound coming out high and broken as he seals his scarred lips over yours again in one sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
Tongues sliding messy and wet, no rhythm left. Just hunger. He sucks your bottom lip between his teeth with a gentle tug and then plunges back in, licking deep into your mouth like he was trying to drink every drop of you.
Drool spilling between your lips, stringing down your chin again, soaking into the collar of your tank. You're making the filthiest little noises, soft, wet glucks every time his tongue licks into you and he groans low against your mouth, swallowing them all down.
âSuch a messy girl,â he murmurs between kisses, nipping your tongue. âDoinâ so good though. Lettinâ me lick it all up. My sweet, sloppy baby.â
He breaks the kiss with a wet pop, a string of spit connecting your mouths for a second before it snaps and he sits back on his heels between your spread thighs. His eyes raking down your body slowly, like he was memorizing every inch. Hoodie shoved up to your tits, tank rucked under them so the soft undersides spilled out.
Shorts still on but soaked dark at the crotch, clinging transparently to the plump mound of your pussy. The fat lips were printed perfect through the cotton â swollen, puffy, glossy with thick gluey slick that had leaked through your panties and was now starting to drip down the crease of your thighs, making shiny wet trails on your sheets.
Tojiâs mouth waters so hard he has to swallow. His cock was rock-hard now â veined, fattened, throbbing painfully against his sweats. He palmed it once, roughly squeezed it through the fabric, just to take the edge off. The head leaking more, darkening the gray in a fat wet spot right at the tip. But he didnât care about himself yet. Not when your pretty soaked pussy was right there, begging for his mouth.
âFuck,â he breathes, voice strained. âLook at this messy little thing.â So sticky. So sappy. âDrippinâ all over your bed like you canât help it.â
He hooks two thick fingers under the waistband of your shorts, slowly tugging it down your hips. You lifted for him on instinct, â a shaky little arch and he peels them off along with your drenched panties in one go. The fabric stuck for a second â clinging to your slick folds before coming free with a wet schlick. Strings of thick, glossy arousal stretching between the cotton and your pussy, snapping slow as he tosses them aside.
Your legs fell open wider, your knees bent, feet planted on the mattress and there it was; your pussymound all shiny and swollen, lips puffy and parted just enough to show the sticky pretty inside. Slick coating everything â thick, gluey strands webbing between your folds, dripping slow down to your tight little hole that clenched on nothing.
Your clit was begging â fattened, flushed dark, peeking out from its hood like it was throbbing for attention. The whole thing glistened under the fairy lights â sappy, cummy, so fucking wet it looked obscene.
Toji groaned deeply, a guttural sound coming from his chest. His hands slid up your plush thighs, spreading you wider, thumbs hooking under the meat where thigh met hip so he could hold you open. Your pussy lips parted more, the sticky strings stretching, then breaking, revealing the creamy mess inside.
âGoddamn,â he whispers, almost to himself. âPrettiest fuckinâ pussy Iâve ever seen. All swollen and leaking for me. Gonna taste every drop, baby. Gonna lick this sweet cunt clean till youâre shakinâ.â
You whimper high and desperate, your hips twitching up toward his face.
He leaned in slow, his hot breath fanning over your clit first, making it jump. Then his tongue, flat and wide dragged up the entire length of your slit in one long, slow lick. From your dripping hole to the tip of your clit. Thick gluey slick coated his tongue instantly, sweet, tangy, so fucking much of it he had to swallow hard. He groaned against you, the vibration rumbling straight through your core.
âSo sweet,â he praised, voice muffled as he licked again â slower this time, savoring it. âTaste like fuckinâ heaven. My good girlâs pussy all creamy and ready. Doinâ so perfect for me.â
His tongue circled your clit, with gentle flicks at first, then slower, broad laps that made your hips buck. One big hand slid up to your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plush curve, holding you down gentle while his mouth worked. The other kept your thigh spread, thumb stroking soothing circles on the inner meat while he sucked your clit between his lips, a soft pull, then releasing, then pulling again.
You were moaning nonstop loud and wrecked, the sounds filling the small room. Slick gushing fresh with every lick â thick ropes of it coating his chin, dripping down his neck. He didnât stop, just kept on lapping messy and hungry, his tongue dipping into your tight hole to scoop out more of that gluey cream, then dragging back up to suckle your clit like it was candy.
âLook at her clenchinâ,â he murmured between licks, eyes flicking up to watch your face. âSo tight and needy. Gonna come for me like this, yeah? Gonna let me drink all this pretty mess while you fall apart?â
His tongue plunged deeper, fucking slow into your hole, then he pulled out to circle your clit again, the hand on your tummy pressed firmer, feeling the way your muscles quivered under his palm.
âThatâs it, baby,â he cooed, voice thick with praise. âDoinâ so good. Such a sweet girl lettinâ me eat this pussy. Gonna make you come so hard you soak my face. Then Iâm gonna do it again. Gonna keep goinâ till youâre cryinâ my name.â
He sucked harder, his lips sealing around your clit, tongue flicking faster now and your whole body arched, your thighs shaking, hands fisting the sheets, drool slipping from your open mouth again as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in your belly.
Toji didnât let up, he just kept licking slow and filthy, worshipfully talking you through every tremor, every gush of slick, every broken whimper.
âMy perfect girl,â he rasped against your dripping cunt. âCome for me, sweetheart. Let me taste how good I make you feel.â
And with one more long, slow drag of his tongue â circling your begging clit just right â you shattered.
You came hard, harder than you ever had alone in this little bed with your fingers or with that cheap little vibe tucked in your drawer. Your whole body seized up like lightning hit your spine, thighs clamping around Tojiâs head on instinct, plush hips bucking wild against his mouth while thick ropes of slick gushed straight onto his tongue.
Your clit throbbing against his lips â fat, swollen, pulsing like a second heartbeat â and he didnât pull away. Didnât even flinch. Just groaned deep into your cunt like the taste of your orgasm was the only thing heâd been starving for all summer.
âThaaatâs it,â he rasped, voice muffled and wrecked against your dripping folds. âCome all over my face, sweetheart. Fuck, look at her spillinâ for me. So sweet. So fuckinâ messy.â
He kept licking slow, greedy â greedy laps through the aftermath â cleaning up every fresh gush like he couldnât bear to waste a drop. Your pussy lips were puffy and flushed dark now, glossy with spit and cum, parting easy every time his tongue nudged between them. Slick coated his chin, dripping down his scarred neck in shiny trails, soaked into the collar of his black shirt. The fairy lights caught it all â turning the mess iridescent, obscene, beautiful.
You were shaking, overstimulated already, clit so sensitive it hurt in the best way, but Toji wasnât done. Not even close. Man-starved didnât even cover it, he ate like heâd been denied pussy his whole life and yours was the first real meal heâd ever had. Toji after a moment hooked his fingers into the underside of his shirt and pulled it off in one fluid motion.
Then his big hands shoved your thighs wider, thumbs hooking under the crease where thigh met hip, spreading you so open your tight little hole winked at him with every clench.
He pulled back just enough to look, eyes black with hunger, pupils blown wide watching the way your fattened lips trembled, the way thick gluey strings of your arousal stretched between them like spider silk every time you fluttered.
âGoddamn,â he breathed softly. âThis pretty cuntâs still cryinâ for more. Look how sheâs clenchinâ⌠all tight and needy even after cominâ that hard. Fuck, baby⌠youâre killinâ me.â
He dove back in â lips sealing over your clit again, sucking soft at first, then harder. Wet, filthy pulls that made your hips jerk, made your back arch off the mattress until your tits spilled free from under the rucked-up tank. His tongue flicked fast over the swollen bud â quick little lashes â then slowed to broad, dragging circles that had you sobbing.
âToj iâ f-fuck â too much â sâtoo much â â
âShhh,â he soothed without stopping, voice vibrating straight through your core. âYou can take it. Doinâ so good for me. My perfect girl. Just lemme taste a little more. Gotta drink every drop this sweet pussyâs givinâ me.â
He licked lower, his tongue plunging slow into your tight hole, fucking in and out with lazy thrusts that made obscene wet squelches fill the room. Your walls fluttered around him greedily, sucking at his tongue like they wanted to keep him inside forever. He groaned â deep, guttural â then pulled out just to spit right onto your clit. A thick glob of his saliva landed hot and heavy, mixing with your slick, running down your folds in slow rivulets.
You whimpered, high and broken when he blew a soft puff of air over the mess, his cool breath hitting your overheated, spit-slick clit like ice on fire. Your whole pussy jolted â clit jumping, hole clenching hard enough to push out another bead of thick cream that dripped slow down your ass.
âFuck yeah,â he growled, watching it with dark, fascinated eyes. âLook at her twitch. Sensitive little thing. Love how she jumps when I blow on her. Gonna make her come again just like this.â You were overstimulated and shaking.
He sucked your clit back into his mouth, gently this time, lips soft around the swollen bud while his tongue lapped slow, soothing circles. One hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the soft give of skin, fingers splaying to feel every quiver of your muscles.
The other kept your thigh pinned, thumb stroking slow, reassuring circles on the inner skin like he was petting you through the overstimulation.
âSuch a good girl,â he murmured between sucks, pulling off just long enough to speak before diving back in. âLettinâ me eat this messy cunt even when itâs too much. Takinâ everything I give you. So pretty when you cry for me like this.â
He licked into you again, deeper this time, his tongue curling to scoop out the thickest parts of your cream, feeding it back to your pussy with slow, filthy thrusts. Then he pulled out, lips shiny, chin dripping and spat again. Right onto your hole this time, watching it slide in, mixing with your slick until everything was glossy and obscene.
âBreathe, baby,â he cooed, blowing another soft puff over your clit, watching it throb, watching your hips buck helplessly. âJust breathe. M'gonna make you come again. Gonna suck this pretty clit till youâre soakinâ the sheets even more. Wanna see how many times I can make her gush before youâre begginâ me to fuck you.â
Your hands flew to his hair â fingers tangling in the black strands, pulling hard enough to make him growl against you. But he loved it, loved the way you were falling apart and drooling again, spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes rolling back as another wave built fast and brutal in your belly.
He sucked harder â lips sealing tight, cheeks hollowing â tongue flicking relentless over your clit while he hummed low, vibrations rumbling straight through you. His free hand pressed firmer on your tummy, feeling the way your muscles clenched, the way your whole body trembled on the edge.
âCome on, sweetheart,â he praised, voice thick and wrecked. âGive it to me. Come all over my tongue again. Let me taste how overstimulated this sweet pussy gets for me. My good girl, my perfect, messy, drippinâ girl.â
One more long, slow drag of his tongue, circling your clit just right, then plunging back into your clenching hole and you shattered again. Harder. Louder, your whole body convulsing, thighs shaking around his head, slick gushing in thick spurts that coated his mouth, his chin and the sheets beneath you.
Toji drank it all â groaning like a man possessed â licking slow through the aftershocks, soothing your twitching clit with soft kitten licks while you sobbed his name, overstimulated and wrecked and still so fucking needy for more.
He finally pulled back â lips swollen, face a mess of spit and cum, his eyes locking on yours with that dark, adoring hunger.
âFuck, baby,â he rasped, crawling up your body slow, caging you under his broad frame. âYou taste like sin. Like every filthy thing Iâve ever wanted.â
His mouth found yours, in a slow, deep kiss letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Thick fingers sliding between your thighs again and petting your soaked, puffy pussy gentle now, soothing the oversensitive folds.
âStill shakinâ,â he murmured against your lips, smiling soft and filthy. âStill drippinâ. Think you can take my cock now, sweetheart? Or you need me to eat this pretty cunt one more time first?â
Your answer was a broken whimper â hips canting up toward his hand, begging without words.
He chuckled low, dark and tenderly.
âThatâs my girl.â
Toji had finally pulled his mouth off your wrecked pussy â lips swollen dark red, his chin still glistening with thick ropes of your slick and his spit that stretched and snapped every time he moved.Â
He gave you one more slow, sweet savouring kiss to your sweet little lips before crouching back down between your trembling thighs for a second longer, just staring at the mess heâd made; your fat pussy mound all shiny and puffy, lips parted and drooling slow streams of cream down your ass, onto the already soaked sheets.
Your clit was a throbbing little pearl now â fattened up dark and glossy, peeking out like it was begging for one more touch even after two brutal orgasms. Your tight hole kept clenching on nothing â suckling air, pushing out fresh beads of gluey slick that made obscene wet sounds in the quiet room.
He groaned low, the sound ripping out from deep in his chest and he palmed his cock through his sweats again. Harder this time, giving it a rough squeeze that made the thick vein along the underside jump under his hand.
The front of the gray fabric was wrecked â a dark wet patch spreading from the fat, leaking tip, glossy pre soaking through in thick globs that clinged to the cotton like honey.
You saw the outline perfectly now; his fat fuckinâ cock all hardened up for you, swollen and heavy, curving slightly to the left, the round mushroom head so chubbed and probably flushed it looked angry.
âFuck, look what you did to me, sweetheart,â he rasped, voice gravel-thick with want. âGot me so hard it hurts. Leakinâ like a faucet just from tastinâ this pretty cunt. You see how much pre Iâm givinâ you? All for this messy little pussy.â
He shoved his sweats down slow enough to free himself, then kicked it off completely. His cock sprang out heavy the thick base dusted with dark curls of hair, shaft veined and ridged, fattened tip glossy with a fat pearl of pre that beaded at the pink slit and dripping slow down the underside.
It bobbed once, smacking wet against his abs, before he wrapped one scarred hand around the middle and gave himself one lazy stroke. More pre welled up â thick and clear â dribbling over his knuckles.
Your mouth watered. Your pussy clenched hard â sappy walls fluttering, clit jumping at the sight. You were so wet still â thicker now, gluey strands webbing between your lips every time your hips twitched.
Toji crawled back up your body, slow and carefully caging you in, under his broad frame. One thick forearm braced beside your head, the other hand guiding his cock down between your thighs. He didnât push inâŚnot yet. Just rubbing slow, filthy drags of that fattened round tip through your glossed folds.
The head was scorching hot â swelled up so big it parted your puffy lips easy, spreading them wide around the blunt crown. Your clammy, glued pussylips sucked at him, clinging wetly every time he dragged back, strings of your slick stretching from your hole to his tip like they didnât want to let go. He nudged your clit with the slit, smearing thick pre over the aching bud â making it throb harder, making you whimper high and broken.
âFeel that?â he murmurs, voice low and mean-teasing as he rocked slow. âFat fuckinâ cock all hardened up just for you.â Rubbinâ right through your glossy folds. âYâer sweet little pussyâs kissinâ me back, suckinâ on the tip like sheâs tryinâ to pull me in.â
You nodded â desperately, drool slipping from your open mouth again, hips canting up to chase more friction. Your clit was so achy, fattened and sensitive, every glide of his swollen head over it sent sparks shooting up your spine.
Toji chuckled, the sound breathless and dark â then pressed firmer. The round tip notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring just enough to make your hole flutter and suckle greedy around him. Not inside. Just teasingâŚjust enough to feel how hot and wet and ready you were.
âLook how sheâs grippinâ,â he praised, eyes locked on where your pussy lips hugged the head of his cock â clinging, glossy, dripping. âTight little hole sucklinâ like sheâs starvinâ. Fuck, baby, youâre so so wet. Drippinâ all over my dick before I even get in. Such a needy girl.â
He rocked against you slowly again, dragging that fattened tip up your slit to bump your clit, then back down to nudge your hole. Pre mixed with your slick, making everything slippery, obscene, the wet schlick, schlick, schlick filling the room every time he teased. Your clit throbbed harder, achy and begging, every time the ridge of his crown caught it just right.
âTojiâŚpleaseââ Your voice cracked â high, pleading. âNeed it⌠need you insideâŚâ
He groaned, the deep rumble vibrating through both of you, then leaned down to kiss you lovingly, slow and sweet, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept that mean, teasing rhythm; fat tip rubbing through your folds, bumping your clit, nudging your hole, spreading you open without giving you what you craved.
âNot yet, sweetheart,â he whispered against your lips, voice wrecked with restraint. âGonna tease this sweet pussy a little longer. Wanna feel how much wetter you get. Wanna watch this fat little cunt cry for my cock till youâre shakinâ and sobbinâ.â
One big hand slid under your ass, lifting your hips just enough to change the angle. Now every slow drag had his swollen tip catching right on your entrance â stretching the rim, making your walls flutter desperate around nothing. Your clit dragged along the thick underside of his shaft, veins bumping the sensitive bud, sending fresh gushes of slick coating him.
âFeel how hard I am for you?â he rasped, rocking firmer. All his thick pre leakinâ âJust thinkinâ about sinkinâ into this tight, pretty cunt. Youâre so fuckinâ wet, baby. So ready. But I wanna hear you beg a little more. Wanna hear how bad my good girl needs this fat cock stretchinâ her open.â
Your hands flew to his shoulders â nails digging into hard muscle, your hips rolling up frantically to chase his teasing. Slick squelching loud between you, gluey strands clinging to his shaft, dripping down his heavy balls that brushed your ass with every rock.
âToji⌠please⌠fuck mâneed you so bad ââ You were babbling now, voice wrecked, drool slipping down your chin. âWant your cock⌠want it deep⌠please ââ
He smiled slow, adoringly and mean, then kissed you again, deep and claiming â while his hips kept that torturous rhythm: fat fuckinâ cock rubbing slow through your glossed folds, teasing your achy clit, nudging your suckling hole, making you drip and clench and beg for the stretch you were dying for.
âSoon, baby,â he promised, voice thick with hunger. âGonna give you every thick inch. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy so good youâll feel me for days. But first⌠keep begginâ. Keep drippinâ. Show me how desperate my sweet girl is for it.â
And he kept teasing, relentless â until your whole body was trembling, pussy clenching empty and greedy, clit throbbing achy and swollen, slick pooling under your ass in a sticky puddle while he watched you fall apart under his mean, loving touch.
Tojiâs hips stilled for a second, his fat, glossy cockhead still notched right at your entrance, stretching the tight ring of your hole just enough that it fluttered desperately around him. Your clammy, slick walls were sucking greedily at the swollen tip, like your pussy was trying to pull him deeper even while fighting the stretch. He was so fuckinâ thick, the round mushroom head bloated and veined, ridged crown â catching on every soft fold as he pushed forward slowly, agonizingly slow.
You gasped high and sharp the sound cracking into a whimper â back arching off the mattress, plush thighs trembling where they were hooked over his hips. Your hole clenched hard on instinct â clammy, hot and so so tight it made his breath hitch rough in his throat.
âFuck.. easy, sweetheart,â voice low and wrecked, one big scarred hand sliding under your ass to lift your hips just a fraction higher. âYouâre grippinâ me like a vice already and Iâve barely got the tip in. So fuckinâ tight⌠this pretty little cuntâs never taken anything this big, huh?â
You shook your head â frantic little jerks â drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again as you stared up at him with glassy, pleading eyes.
Your clit still achy and swollen from his teasing, throbbing every time the base of his shaft dragged against it on accident. Slick poured out around his tip â thick, gluey strands coating the fat crown, dripping down his heavy balls in slow, shiny rivulets.
Toji groaned gutterally, his forehead dropping to rest against yours for a second while he fought not to just slam home. His cock throbbing hard inside that tiny stretch â veins pulsing against your clenching walls, pre leaking in fat drops that mixed with your cream and made everything even messier.
âLook at you tryinâ so hard for me,â he praised, voice soft and thick with adoration even as his hips rocked in tiny, teasing nudges. âTakinâ just the tip like such a good girl. Feel how sheâs suckinâ on me? FuckâŚyour holeâs so tight and wet, baby. Grippinâ like she donât ever wanna let go.â
He pushed forward another fraction â barely an inch more and your pussy resisted, walls fluttering wild around the fattened ridge of his crown. The stretch burned sweet â hot, the aching fullness made your toes curl and your nails rake down his broad back. A fresh gush of slick squirted out around him, coating his shaft, dripping onto the sheets in a sticky puddle.
âHaaah âToji â Your voice broke, high and wrecked, hips twitching up like you couldnât decide if you wanted more or needed a second to breathe.
âShhh, I got you,â he murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth gently-sweet â tongue flicking out to catch the drool on your chin. âDoinâ so perfect. So so tight for me⌠gonna make it fit, yeah? Gonna stretch this sweet little pussy slow till sheâs hugginâ every thick inch. Youâre my good girl, my perfect, drippinâ girl. Just breathe for me.â
His free hand slid up your soft tummy, his palm spreading wide over the plushness there, fingers splaying to feel the way your muscles quiver under him. He rocked again â tiny, shallow thrusts that barely moved the tip in and out, just enough to let your walls flutter and adjust around the blunt head.
Every nudge made obscene wet sounds, â schlick- schlick-schlick â your slick squelching loudly around him, strings of it clinging to his veined shaft like they were trying to keep him buried.
âFeel that burn, baby?â he cooed, voice low and praising as he watched your face â eyes locking on every flutter of your lashes, every tremble of your lips. âThatâs me openinâ you up. So tight itâs squeezinâ the cum right outta me⌠fuck, youâre leakinâ all over my cock. Such a messy, needy cunt. Love how sheâs fightinâ me and still begginâ for more.â
He pushed again â slower this time â watching with dark, hungry eyes as another inch sank in. Your hole stretched wider, your puffy lips hugging the thickest part of his crown, clinging glossy and white-knuckled around him. The stretch was obscene â your clit jumping every time the ridge dragged over it on the way in, fresh cream bubbling out to coat him.
âHaaah â fuck â there we go,â he breathed, thumb stroking slow circles over your lower belly where he could feel the faint bulge starting to form just from the tip and a little more. âLook at that⌠already makinâ a pretty little bump and Iâm not even halfway. So fuckinâ tight, sweetheart. Takinâ me like you were made for it.â
You were sobbing softly now, broken little sounds as your hips canted up helplessly, trying to take more even as your walls spasmed around the invasion. Slick pouring steadily, thick and gluey â drenching his balls, soaking the sheets under your ass in a warm, sticky mess.
Toji leaned down and kissed you deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours while he kept those tiny, rocking thrusts. Just the tip popping in and out, stretching you open, teasing your clenching hole, making your clit throb against the veined underside every time he pulled back.
âDoinâ so good,â he whispers into your mouth between kisses. âMy sweet girl takinâ just the tip so perfectly. Gonna keep goinâ slow, gonna make it fit inch by inch till this fat cockâs buried deep where you need it. You feel how hard I am for you? How much Iâm leakinâ? All âcause this tight little pussyâs grippinâ me like she never wants me to leave.â
One more gentle push and another thick inch goes sliding in and your back bows, a moan ripping out loud and raw as your walls flutter wild around him. He stills again, letting you adjust, his forehead pressing to yours, breath ragged.
âAlmost there, baby,â he praises, voice thick with restraint and adoration. âSo so tight⌠but youâre takinâ me so good. My perfect girl. Gonna fill you up soon, mâgonna stretch this sticky hole till itâs hugginâ every veiny inch. Ahh â Just a little more⌠just breathe and let me make it fit.â
His thumb finds your clit, and circles over the swollen bud slow and gently while he rocks another inch in shallow, keeping you on that razor edge of stretch and pleasure. Slick gushing fresh with every tiny thrust â coating him, dripping down, making the slide just a little easier even as your pussy fights to keep him right where he is.
âTell me how it feels, sweetheart,â he murmurs, kissing your tear-streaked cheek. âTell me how full you are already⌠how much you need the rest.â
Your answer is a broken whimper, your hips rolling up desperately, pussy clenching hard around just the tip and a little more now.
âNeed⌠need all of you⌠please, Toji ââ
He smiles slow, filthy but so fucking tender, then kisses you again, deep and claiming while his hips started that slow, relentless push forward again.
âThatâs my girl,â he rasps against your lips. âGonna give you everything. Gonna make this tight little cunt take every thick inch till youâre cryinâ and cominâ all over me.â
And inch by torturous inch he keeps making it fit. Slow. Sweet. Praising you through every clench, every gush, every trembling stretch until your pussy finally starts to yield â walls fluttering open, sucking him deeper, greedily and wrecked and so so ready for the rest.
Then Tojiâs patience snapped like a thin wire, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest as his big scarred hands clamped around your soft waist. No warning. No gentle coaxing. Just raw, starving need. He grabs your little body like it was his to manhandle, his rough palms digging into your plush hips, flipping you onto your side in one swift yank that made the mattress springs squeak protest.
âFuck ah I-I canât take it anymore,â he rasps, voice thick and wrecked. âNeed to go deeper. Need this tight cunt stuffed full, mâgonna make her take every fuckinâ inch now.â
He drags you down the bed, the sheets tangling around your ankles, until your ass hangs off the edge just enough, cheeks jiggling from the rough pull. Your face mashed into the rumpled comforter â cheek smushing against the soft fabric, drool already pooling under your agape mouth.
One hand flew out on instinct, your fingers clutching the fluffy stuffed bear you keep on the pillow (the one with the little bow tie youâd had since middle school), knuckles white as you gripped it like a lifeline while your body arches helplessly.
Toji presses your legs together, his thick thighs pressing your plush ones tight, forcing your chubby little cunt to pucker even more obscenely. Your fat pussy lips squished together now, glossy and swollen, the plump folds mashed into one slick, puffy seam that barely parts for the fat pink tip still teasing your entrance.
The position makes everything tighter â your gummy walls clenching harder, clit trapped between those squeezed-together lips, throbbing achy and trapped against the pressure.
He lines up, his veined, thick cock â throbbing heavy in his fist â and pushes in.
No slow tease this time.
The fat crown spears past your puckered entrance with a wet, filthy pop â stretching those mashed-together lips wide around his girth. Your hole sucking greedily and clenching so tight it made his eyes roll back, but he doesnât stop.
Just keeps feeding inch after thick, veined inch into your poor stuffed cunt, the squeeze so intense it forces thick ropes of your gooey cream to bubble out around him, coating his shaft in shiny white strands that drip slow down your inner thighs.
âHaah⌠fuck â listen to her,â he groans, hips snapping forward harder now that the angle let him sink deeper. âThis chubby little cuntâs cryinâ so loud for me. Squeezinâ like sheâs scared Iâll pull out⌠but sheâs suckinâ me right back in. Fuckinâ perfect.â
You wail high, lewd and broken, your cries muffled into the mattress â voice cracking every time his cock punches deeper. Never been fucked like this, with legs squeezed shut making your pussy feel impossibly smaller, every ridge and vein dragging slow and mean along your gummy walls.
Your fat lips puckering tight around his base â stretching thin and glossy, clinging desperately like they were made to mold to his shape. The pressure mashes your clit right against the thick underside of his shaft â rubbing it raw with every brutal thrust, sending sparks shooting up your spine until your toes curl hard.
Toji loses it completely.
Big hands gripping your hips â fingers sinking into soft flesh hard enough to bruise, and he starts pounding. Deep, mean strokes that bottoming out with a wet slap every time his heavy balls smacks your clit.
Precum and your thick cream mixing into a frothy mess squirting out around his cock with every pull-back, dripping in sticky webs down your thighs, soaking the edge of the bed where your ass hangs off.
âGoddamn, look at this mess youâre makinâ,â he pants, voice rough and praising all at once. âGooey little pussy just spillinâ everywhere fâme. So fuckinâ cute how sheâs creaminâ all over my dick⌠takinâ it so deep even when sheâs squeezes this tight. My good girlâŚmy filthy, drippinâ girl.â
Your cries turn desperate â muffled sobs into the stuffed bear you are clutching, tears streaking hot down your cheeks. Every thrust punches the air out of your lungs, his cockhead kissing your cervix mean and relentless, stretching your gummy walls wide around his veined thickness.
Your clit rubs mercilessly against him â trapped between those puckered lips, swollen and throbbing, building that coil tighter and tighter until your whole body shakes.
âFeel that?â he growles, leaning over you, his broad chest pressing to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours. One hand slides up to cup your soft tummy â palm pressing down so he can feel the bulge of his cock moving inside you. âFeel how deep I am, baby? Stuffinâ this chubby cunt so full sheâs leakinâ like a faucet. Gonna make you come like this.â legs squeezed tight, clit rubbed raw and pussy stretched mean around every thick inch of his.
He snaps his hips harder, the angle perfect now, his cock dragging right over that spongy spot inside while his shaft grinds against your trapped clit. Slick squelches loud and obscene, wet slaps filling the room, your gooey cream frothing white at the base of his cock, dripping in thick strands every time he pulls back.
You shatter hard.
Whole body convulsing, walls clamping down like a vice around his pounding cock, milking him greedily as you scream into the mattress. Fresh gushes of slick squirting out around him, hot and messy, soaking his balls, drenching the sheets, making every thrust even sloppier. Your clit throbs wild against him â overstimulated and raw, sending aftershocks after aftershock rippling through you until your legs shake uncontrollably.
Toji groans deep and feral, his hips stuttering as your pussy sucks him in tight.
âFuck⌠Aaah yeah, come on my cock, sweetheart,â he praises, voice breaking with how close he was. âSqueezinâ so fuckinâ tight⌠makinâ such a cute mess fâer me. Good girl, my perfect, pretty girl. Gonna fill this stuffed cunt up soon⌠gonna pump you so full youâll be leakinâ me for days.â
He didnât stop, Toji kept fucking you through it, with mean, deep thrusts that made your ass jiggle, made your cries turn hoarse and wrecked. His veined cock dragged slow and filthy through your fluttering walls â still so tight from your legs squeezed together and clit still rubbing helpless against him with every slam.
âHaah mhnm fuckâŚmânot done yet,â he rasps, hand sliding down to spread one cheek, exposing where you were stretched obscene around him. âGonna keep, ah goinâ. Gonna ruin this pretty pussy till sheâs cryinâ for more⌠till youâre so full of cum you canât move.â
And he did â pounding harder, deeper, meaner all while you clutched your stuffed bear tighter, face buried in the mattress, drooling and sobbing and coming undone again and again around his thick cock that finally fit all the way inside your chubby, gooey, perfect little cunt.
Tojiâs hips roll in one long, deliberate drag â pulling back just enough that his thick, veined cock starts to slip free from your stuffed little hole. Your sloppy pussy doesn't want to let go. Gummy walls clenching down hard â squeezinâ greedy around every ridge and bump like theyâre scared heâd leave you empty.
His foreskin bunches up soft and slick around the fattened base of his crown as he withdraws â pink tip glistening obscene with a thick coat of your cream and his own sappy pre, strings of it stretching taut between your puffy lips and his shaft before snapping wetly against your inner thighs.
You whine high and utterly broken, face mashed deeper into the mattress, your cheek smushed against the soft fur of your stuffed bear, fingers clutching the little plush thing so tight the seams strained. Drool still pooling under your slacked maw, soaking the fabric while your hips twitch back helplessly, chasing the stretch even as he teases you with the slow retreat.
âFuck haah⌠listen to that,â he rasps, voice low and filthy-thick with awe. âThis nasty lilâ pussyâs makinâ the sloppiest sounds just âcause Iâm pullinâ out. Squelchinâ like sheâs begginâ me to stay buried. So fuckinâ greedy, baby.â
He didnât let you go empty for long.
Right when the fat pink tip was almost out â your hole fluttering desperately around the ridge, he leaned over you again, his broad chest pressing hot to your back â and spat. A thick, heavy glob of spit landing right on your stretched entrance â hot and messy â sliding down the puffy seam of your mashed-together pussylips before dripping slow into the clenching ring still hugging his crown, the added slick made everything even nastier, your syrup-thick cream mixing with his spit, bubbling white and frothy where your walls gripped him.
Toji groans deep, a rumble that vibrates straight through you as he pushes forward again. Slow and mean, feeding every thick inch back into your pussy until his hips slapped flush against your ass, his balls heavy and wet smacking your clit trapped between those squeezed thighs. Your pussy sucking him in greedy â gummy walls fluttering wild, clinging so tight it made his eyes roll back.
âHaahâŚthere we go,â he praises, hands clamping harder on your soft waist â fingers sinking into plush flesh like you really are his personal fleshlight, something soft and warm and perfect to use. âTakinâ me all the way again. Feel how deep I am, sweetheart?â His cockhead now kissinâ your cervix⌠â mngh "Stretchinâ this sloppy hole wide. God your pussyâs so fuckinâ good. So tight even after all that cream you just gushed.â
He drew back again slowly and torturous, watching the way your fat pussylips dragged along his veined shaft, clinging glossy and swollen, trying to keep him inside. Nasty lilâ squelches filling the room â wet, obscene pops every time he pulls out halfway â your syrup-thick pussy noisily protesting, cream bubbling out in thick white rings around his base, dripping slow down your inner thighs in sticky trails that soaked the edge of the mattress.
Your sobbing is muffled into the stuffed bear, your whole body trembling as he manhandles you deeper into the bed. One big hand slides up your spine â pushing your face firmer into the comforter, while the other grips your waist harder, yanking your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust.
He spreads your fat pussylips wider with his thumbs â peeling them apart even as your legs stay squeezed tight together â exposing the glossy pink inside where his thick cock splits you open.
âLook at her stretch,â he growls, voice wrecked with how good it feels. Your plump lilâ lips puckering so tight around him⌠hugginâ every veiny inch like she was made for his cock. âFuck mhng baby, youâre ruininâ me. This pussyâs too perfect⌠too sloppy⌠too fuckinâ tight.â
He bottoms out again, harder this time, his cockhead bullying deep until you feel that familiar bulge in your lower tummy, the faint swell under his palm when he presses down. Your clit rubbed raw against the underside of his shaft â trapped and throbbing â every drag sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until your thighs shake uncontrollably.
Toji didnât speed up. Didnât rush. Just kept that slow, deep pace â drawing back until only the fat tip stretched your entrance, then sinking all the way in with one long, filthy glide. Each pull-out made your pussy squelch louder â cream frothing white at his base, dripping in thick ropes â each push-in forcing more of your gooey slick to bubble out around him, coating his balls, soaking your ass cheeks, turning everything into a warm, sticky mess.
âGod mhm feel that?â he rasps, leaning down to nip the shell of your ear, his breath hot and ragged. âHow your pussyâs clenchinâ every time I try to pull out? Squeezinâ like she doesn't ever wanna be empty. My good girl⌠my perfect, drippinâ girl. Takinâ this thick cock so deep⌠makinâ such cute, nasty noises for me.â
His hands tighten on your waist â using you like he owns you â pulling your hips back to meet every slow, punishing thrust while he grounds deeper, letting the fat crown drag over that spongy spot inside until your cries turn hoarse and wrecked.
Your stuffed bear was crushed against your chest now, your fingers white-knuckled and face buried so deep in the mattress you could barely breathe around the drool and tears.
He spat again, a thick glob landing right where you were stretched widest around him â watching it slide in, mixing with the mess until everything was even slicker and messier.
âNot stoppinâ,â he promises, voice low and filthy-sweet. âGonna keep fuckinâ this little pussy⌠till sheâs cryinâ and cuminâ again. Till youâre so full of my cum you canât move, doll Till every time I pull out youâre squirtinâ that syrup-thick cream all over me.â
One more long, slow drag out and your pussy noisily protests with wet, lewd squelches, then he sinks back in deep, bottoming out with a wet slap that made your ass jiggle, clit grind hard against him, walls fluttering wild around every thick, veined inch of his.
âHaahâŚfuck t-thereâs my girl,â he groans, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. âTakinâ it so good⌠makinâ me lose my fuckinâ mind. Gonna keep usinâ you just like this⌠slow⌠aah⌠till youâre nothinâ but a creamy, shakinâ mess for me.â
And he did, he kept that torturous rhythm, his hands bruising your waist, cock stretching your sloppy hole wide, foreskin bunched⌠slick, spit and cream mixing into the nastiest mess while you clutch your stuffed toy for dear life, sobbing his name into the mattress, pussy clenching greedily and wrecked around his thick cock that owned you completely.
Tojiâs hips stayed buried deep, his thick cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls that pulling out even an inch felt like fighting gravity. But he didnât need to thrust right now.
Not when he had you exactly where he wanted; face-down, ass-up on the edge of your bed, legs squeezed shut, chubby pussy lips puckered and swollen around the base of his shaft like a glossy, creamy ring.
Your pretty little hole was still fluttering around him â suckling greedily on every ridge, even after the last brutal orgasm ripped through you, leaving your thighs trembling and slick dripping in slow, syrupy ropes down the insides of your legs.
He leaned over you, his broad chest pressing hot to your back, sweat-slick skin sliding against yours, until his scarred lips brushed the shell of your ear.
One big hand stayed clamped on your soft waist, fingers digging possessive bruises into plush flesh, while the other slid down between your squeezed-together thighs.
Rough callused fingertips found your puffed-out clit immediately â swollen, fat and glossy from all the rubbing, peeking out from between those mushed puffy lips like a needy little button begging for more.
âFuck haah⌠look at this messy thing,â voice low and wrecked with hunger. âSo puffed up⌠so gooey and sappy from cominâ all over my cock. Canât even hide how bad she wants it.â
His fingers started moving in filthy, lazy circles right over your swollen bud. Not fast. Not rough. Just slow, perfect rubs that made your clit jump and throb under the pad of his middle finger.
He smeared your own thick cream around it â mixing it with the frothy white ring still clinging to his base â making every glide slicker, hotter, nastier. Your pussy clenched hard around his buried cock in response â walls fluttering wild, milking him greedy even though he wasnât moving yet.
You whimper high, the broken sound muffled into the stuffed bear you were still clutching like it could save you from how good it felt. Drool soaked the plush's fur, tears streaking hot down your cheeks, whole body shaking as those filthy circles kept coming â round nâ round, a slow pressure that built the ache back up fast.
âHaah⌠mâcanât stop touchinâ you, baby,â he groaned against your neck, nipping the soft skin where heâd already left dark bruises. âEven if I tried⌠fuck, this little clitâs too perfect. So fat and slippery⌠jumpinâ every time I rub right here.â
He pressed firmer, his middle finger circling tighter now, thumb hooking under to spread your puffy lips just enough to expose more of that sensitive pearl.
The motion dragging his cock the tiniest bit inside you â barely a rock, just enough to let the fat crown nudge your spongy spot while his fingers worked your clit relentlessly. Fresh slick gushed out around him, thick and syrupy â coating his hand, dripping down his wrist in warm rivulets that soaked into the sheets.
Your hips bucked back helplessly, your ass jiggling against his pelvis, trying to grind into his touch even as your pussy clenched tighter around the thick intrusion splitting you open.
Every filthy circle sent sparks shooting straight up your spine, your clit throbbed so hard it hurt in the sweetest way, walls spasming around his cock like they were trying to pull him even deeper.
âGoddamnâŚya feel that?â he murmured, voice thick with praise and filth. âHow your cunt âs grippinâ me every time I rub this pretty clit? Squeezinâ like sheâs begginâ for more even though sheâs already stuffed full. My good girl⌠my perfect, drippinâ mess. Look how sheâs leakinâ just from my fingers. So fuckinâ sensitive.â
He sped up just a fraction, circles turning tighter, faster. The pad of his finger flicking quick over the swollen tip of your clit before smoothing back into those slow, filthy loops.
Your cries turned desperate, hoarse and wrecked, sobs muffled into the bear as your thighs shook harder, pussy fluttering wild around his cock. Thick cream bubbled out with every clench â frothing white at his base, dripping in sticky strands that clung to his heavy balls.
Toji groaned deep and feral, his hips finally rocking once, a slow, deep grind that dragged every veined inch along your gummy walls while his fingers never stopped. The dual sensation punched the air out of your lungs, clit rubbed raw and throbbing, cunt stretched wide and filled to the brim.
âCanât get enough of touchinâ you,â he confessed, voice breaking with how wrecked he was. âThis puffed-out little clit⌠so gooey and sappy⌠jumpinâ under my fingers like itâs alive. FuckâŚbaby, youâre gonna come again just like this. Gonna make this fat pussy squirt all over my hand while Iâm still buried balls-deep.â
He pinched your clit gently, rolling it between thumb and finger, then went right back to those filthy circles, smearing more of your cream around the swollen bud until it glistened obscene under the fairy lights. Your whole body seized, your back arching hard, ass pressing back desperately against him, your narrow walls clamping down like a vice around his thick cock.
âThatâs it ahhâŚcome for me again,â he praised, lips brushing your ear, breath hot and ragged. âLet me feel this pussy milk me while I rub this pretty clit raw. My sweet girl⌠my filthy, pretty girl⌠gush for me, baby. Show me how much you love it when I canât stop touchinâ you.â
One more tight, filthy circle pressed hard right over the tip and you shatter.
Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping down brutally around his cock, walls fluttering wild as thick spurts of slick squirted out around him, hot and messy â soaking his hand, drenching his thighs, pooling warm under your ass on the already wrecked sheets.
Your clit throbbed helplessly under his fingers, overstimulated and raw, sending aftershock after aftershock ripping through you until your legs gave out completely.
Toji didnât pull his hand away. Just kept those slow, soothing circles, gentler now â petting your puffed-out clit through the tremors while his cock stays buried deep, throbbing hard inside your fluttering, creamy cunt.
âHaahâŚfuckâŚthereâs my girl,â he sighs, kissing the back of your neck soft and filthy. âCominâ so hard just from my fingers⌠makinâ such a cute, sloppy mess. Canât stop touchinâ you, baby. Not when this little clitâs still jumpinâ for me⌠not when your pussyâs still grippinâ me like she never wants me to stop.â
He rocked once, letting you feel every thick inch while his fingers kept circling lazy, keeping you right on that overstimulated edge.
âGonna keep goinâ,â he promises, voice low and wrecked with adoration. âGonna keep rubbinâ this pretty clit⌠keep fuckinâ you slow⌠till youâre cryinâ and squirting again. Till youâre nothinâ but a shakinâ, creamy mess for me. My perfect girl⌠my filthy little thing⌠all mine.â
And he did, his fingers never stopping those filthy circles, cock grinding deep and slow, turning you into a drooling, trembling puddle while your stuffed bear stayed clutched tight in your shaking hands, soaked with tears and drool and the endless proof of how good he made you feel.
Tojiâs cock was buried to the hilt, his thick-veined base flush against your swollen puffy lips, heavy balls pressed hot to your clit like they belonged there. Your little fat pussy was stretched obscene around him, your gummy walls parted wide, clinging desperate to every ridged inch like theyâd forgotten how to close.
You were gaped already, your poor hole fluttering open every time he stayed still too long, the rim puffy and flushed dark pink, glistening with thick layers of your syrupy cream and his endless pre. Slick dripping steady from where you were joined, slow, sticky ropes that clung to his shaft, webbing down to his balls, pooling warm under your ass on the wrecked sheets.
Shaking, your whole body trembling, face still mashed into the mattress, drool soaking the stuffed bear you clutched like it was the only thing keeping you grounded. Your cries had turned hoarse, soft and wrecked whimpering every time his cock throbbed deep inside, nudging that spongy spot that made your toes curl and your tummy quiver.
He groans low, the sound ripping from his chest like it hurt to feel how tight you still were even after all the pounding, big scarred hands gripped your soft waist harder, his fingers sinking into plush flesh, holding you exactly where he wanted while he started to pull out.
Slow.
Agonizingly slow.
The drag was filthy, every veined inch sliding free with wet, obscene schlicks that filled the room. Your pussy lips dragged along his shaft, puffy and glossy, clinging greedily like they didnât want to let go. The fat pink crown caught on your rim, stretching it wider one last time before popping free with a lewd, sucking pop.
Your hole gaped open immediately, pink and wrecked, fluttering helplessly around nothing, thick strings of cream stretching from your entrance to his dripping tip like obscene bridges before snapping wet against your inner thighs.
âHaahâŚfuckâŚlook at that,â he said disbelieving,âThis little holeâs gaped so pretty for me⌠still clenchinâ like sheâs missinâ me already. So fuckinâ sloppy, baby. Drippinâ everywhere just âcause I pulled out.â
You whimpered, hips twitching back instinctively, chasing the emptiness even as your walls fluttered wild. But Toji wasnât done teasing.
He lined up again, the fat tip nudging your gaping entrance, smearing thick pre over the stretched rim, then he pushed.
Deeper.
Harder.
One long, brutal glide that sank every thick inch back inside until his hips slapped flush against your ass, cockhead bullying past your cervix, stirring your guts up in that dizzying, overwhelming way that made your eyes roll back.
You felt him everywhere. Hot, heavy fullness stretching from your stuffed hole all the way up like he was rearranging you from the inside. Your tummy bulged faintly under his palm when he pressed down, feeling the outline of his cock moving deep, claiming every inch of your soft insides.
âFuuuckâŚthere it is,â he growled, hips grinding slow circles now, letting you feel him throb against your deepest walls. âFeel me in your throat, sweetheart? Stirrinâ up your guts⌠makinâ this pretty pussy taking me so deep sheâs cryinâ. My good girl⌠my perfect, stretched-out girl.â
Your cries turning guttural and raw, sounds muffled into the bear as he starts thrusting again, long punishing strokes that pull almost all the way out every time, only to slam back in deeper, harder, stirring your insides into a gooey, creamy mess. Slick squirting out with every pull-back, thick and white-frothed, coating his shaft, dripping down your thighs in warm rivers that soaked everything beneath you.
Then his thick thumb found your tight puckered asshole.
He didnât askâŚDidnât tease.
Just pressed the blunt pad right against your clenched ring â hot, callused pressure that made your whole body jolt. Your hole fluttering instinctive, tight and untouched, trying to push him out even as your pussy clenched harder around his pounding cock.
âShhhâŚrelax for me, baby,â he murmured, voice low and filthy-sweet against your ear. âm'gonna plug this pretty little hole too. Keep you so full⌠till youâre shakinâ and sobbinâ for me.â
He pushes in soâŚso carefully, his thick thumb breaching the tight ring with a soft pop. The stretch burning sweet⌠the foreign fullness made your back arch hard, ass pushing back desperately onto both intrusions. Your asshole clamping down greedily around his thumb, sucking him into the first knuckle, while your pussy flutters wildly around his thick cock, walls spasming so hard it milks another thick spurt of pre deep inside you.
âHaahâŚfuck y-yeah,â he groans, thumb sinking deeper, and a slow twist of his thumb... has your hole clenching and fluttering around him. âTakinâ my thumb so good⌠tight little ass hugginâ me just like your pussy. Feel that? Both holes ngh stuffed f-fullâ⌠his cock stirrinâ your guts, thumb plugginâ up your pretty asshole. âYouâre mine, baby. All fuckinâ mine.â
He starts moving â thumb rocking shallow in time with his deep thrusts, cock slamming home every time his thumb pushes in, pulling out together in a filthy rhythm that makes your whole body rock forward into the mattress. Your clit rubbed raw against the sheets now â trapped and throbbing â every grind sending fresh sparks through your overstimulated nerves until tears streamed hot down your cheeks.
Your cries were nonstop, hoarse, wrecked sobs into your stuffed bear, your body trembling violently as he fucked you deeper, thumb plugging your ass, cock stretching your gaped pussy wide. Slick gushing with every thrust, thick, creamy ropes squirting out around his base, soaking his hand where it worked your plugged hole, drenching the bed in a warm, sticky puddle.
âGodâŚlook at you,â he praised, voice breaking with how close he was. âTakinâ everything⌠Such a good girl⌠my girl. Gonna make you come like this⌠gonna feel you milk me till Iâm pumpinâ you full.â
He ground deeper, thumb twisting slow inside your tight ass, bulbous cockhead bullying your cervix, stirring everything up until the pressure coiled unbearable in your belly.
âCome for me, baby.â he says softly, lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek gently.
One more deep, brutal thrust, thumb sinking to the base, cock slamming home fully and you shattered.
Whole body convulsing, pussy clamping like a vice around his thick shaft, asshole fluttering wild around his thumb, clit throbbing helpless against the friction. Thick spurts of slick squirts out around him â hot and messy â soaking everything as you scream his name into the bear, tears and drool mixing on the sheets.
Toji goes all breathless, hips stuttering as your walls milked him ruthlessly.
âFuck...yeahâŚtake it, baby,â he pants, grinding deep through your orgasm. âGonna come⌠gonna fill this pretty little cunt⌠gonna plug you so full youâll feel me for days.â
And with one last deep thrust, thumb buried in your ass, cock throbbing hot and heavy inside your stuffed, creamy hole he starts to spill. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your gummed walls â pulse after pulse â stirring your insides even more as he keeps grinding slow, keeping you plugged front and back while you shook and sobbed and came undone completely around him.
And Toji Zenin still wasnât done touching you.
Not by a long shot.
Toji finally eased his thumb out of your twitching little asshole, slow and careful, letting the tight ring flutter shut with a soft, wet sound that made your whole body shiver one last time. His cock slipped free next, his thick length dragging along your ruined walls until the fat crown popped out with a lewd, sucking pop.
A hot gush of cum followed immediately, thick, creamy ropes spilling from your gaping pussy in slow, obscene waves, dripping down your inner thighs, pooling sticky and warm beneath your ass on the already-soaked sheets.
You were trembling, completely spent, limbs heavy and breath coming in shaky little pants, face still buried halfway into the rumpled comforter with drool stringing from the corner of your swollen lips. Your stuffed bear was crushed, forgotten against your chest, fur matted and damp from tears and spit and everything else.
Toji didnât move away.
He rolled you gently, almost tenderly â onto your back, big scarred hands sliding under your soft thighs and waist to lift you like you weighed nothing. He settled between your spread legs again, kneeling tall over you, sweat-glistening chest heaving while he looked down at the absolute mess heâd made of his pretty girl.
Your pussy was wrecked, lips puffy and dark, gaping open just enough to show the creamy white mess inside, clit still swollen and flushed, twitching with aftershocks. Cum leaked out in lazy pulses, mixing with your own slick, running in glossy trails down your perineum.
But his eyes softened when they reached your face.
All tear-streaked cheeks, glassy eyes, puffy lips still shining with spit.
âMy pretty girl,â he murmured, voice low and wrecked but so fucking gentle now it made your chest ache.
He leaned down slow, his big heated body blanketing yours without crushing you and cups your face in both rough palms. Thumbs brushed away the fresh tears clinging to your lashes, smearing them gently across your flushed skin.
Toji didnât pull out.
Not even a little.
He stayed buried to the root, his thick, heavy cock throbbing slow and deep inside your stuffed cunt, every veiny inch hugged so tight by your gummy walls it felt like your pussy had forgotten how to exist without him filling it. The fat pink crown was pressed right up against your cervix â hot, insistent pressure that made your tummy flutter every time his heartbeat pulsed through the shaft.
Cum was already leaking â thick, sticky ropes of it flooding your insides from the last brutal spill, so much that you could feel the warm, syrupy weight of it pooling deep in your guts, pressing against your walls like liquid heat.
Your poor hole was gaped just enough around his base, puffy lips stretched thin and glossy, clinging desperate to the thickest part of him like they were scared heâd slip free. But he wasnât going anywhere, he just held you there, his hips flush to your ass, one big scarred hand splayed wide over your soft tummy so he could feel the faint swell where his cock and all that cum was making you bulge ever so slightly from the inside.
âShhh⌠just like this, sweetheart,â he murmured low against the back of your neck, lips brushing damp skin in soft, lazy kisses. âJust cock warming. No more fuckinâ right now. Gonna let this pretty pussy soak in every drop I gave her⌠keep her nice and full, yeah?â
You whimpered â soft, a wrecked little sound muffled into the stuffed bear still clutched tight to your chest. Your whole body was trembling, overstimulated, oversensitive, thighs quivering where they were still squeezed shut and held down beneath his weight.
Slick and cum mixed into a warm, sticky mess between you, dripping slowly out around his base in thick, pearly strands that clung to your inner thighs, soaking the sheets in a warm puddle that smelled like sex and him and you all tangled together.
He shifted then, just a tiny rock of his hips, not thrusting, just enough to let his cock stir the cum inside you. The movement made a wet, filthy squelch, your walls fluttering greedy around him, milking another thick bead of leftover seed that oozed deeper into your guts.
You felt it, hot and slippery coating every inch of your gummy insides, threatening to drool out if he moved too much, but he didnât. He just held you closer â arm banding around your waist, palm pressing firmer over that soft little bulge in your tummy like he was proud of how full heâd made you.
âLook how cute you are,â he whispered, voice rough and tender all at once. âFace all flushed⌠droolinâ on your lilâ bear⌠pussy so full of my cum sheâs practically purring. My pretty girl⌠my perfect girl.â
He turned your face gently with scarred fingers under your chin, tilting you just enough so he could lean over your shoulder and kiss you slow. Soft at first â scarred lips brushing yours, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long smeared away. Then deeper, tongue sliding lazy against yours, swallowing every tiny whimper you gave him while his cock stayed perfectly still inside you, just throbbing, just warming, just owning.
You moaned into his mouth, a soft and needy sound as another warm trickle of cum leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips. Your clit still swollen and achy, brushed the underside of his shaft with every tiny shift, sending little aftershocks through your core that made your walls flutter and clench around him again.
âHaahâŚfuck â there she goes,â he groaned against your lips, kissing you deeper, filthier. âClenchinâ so sweet even when sheâs just holdinâ me. Feel all that cum sloshinâ around inside you? So warm⌠so sticky⌠gonna keep it all plugged up in there till itâs leakinâ out slow outta you.â
His free hand slid up and cupped the side of your face, thumb stroking slow over your tear-streaked cheek while he kissed you again and again. Forehead pressed to yours now, breath mingling hot and ragged, his green eyes dark and soft as he stared down at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
âYouâre so fuckinâ cute like this,â he murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead â lingering, reverent. âAll hugged up on my cock⌠pussy threateninâ to drool my cum everywhere but still grippinâ me so tight. My good girl⌠my sweet, stuffed girl. Just stay like this for me, yeah? Let me keep you warm⌠let me feel how full I made you.â
He rocked once, barely a movement, just a slow grind that stirred the thick load inside you without pulling out. More cum bubbled out hot and slippery coating your puffy lips, dripping slow down to where your clit throbbed against him. You whimpered high and broken â hips twitching instinctively even though you were too spent to chase anything.
Toji shushed you gently, lips brushing your temple, your cheek, your mouth again in soft, endless kisses.
âJust this. Just me inside you⌠keepinâ all that cum nice and warm where it belongs. My pretty girl⌠my perfect little thing⌠all hugged up and full for me.â
He wrapped both arms around you then, pulling your soft body back flush to his chest, cock still buried deep, still throbbing slow, still leaking the last drops into your stuffed, creamy pussy. Forehead kisses rained down, soft, sweet and lazy in the best way, while he held you close, letting you feel every heartbeat through his shaft, every warm pulse of cum settling deeper inside you.
âStay just like this,â he whispered one last time, lips lingering on your forehead. âMy cute, sweet girl⌠mine.â
And he didnât move.
Just held you there â thick cock warming your poor, gaped, cum-stuffed pussy while you trembled and whimpered and clung to your bear, face buried in his neck, soaking in the sticky, overwhelming heat of being so perfectly, completely full of him.
Tojiâs arms locked around your waist like steel bands, scarred hands splaying wide over the soft curve of your lower belly, fingers digging in just enough to bruise the plush skin as he yanked you down hard, with no warning. No slow descent. Just raw, possessive force that slammed your dripping pussy all the way onto his thick, throbbing cock in one brutal, claiming drop.
The stretch hit like lightning â your poor gaped hole, forced to swallow every last veiny inch at once, walls parting wide around the fattened girth until his heavy balls slapped wet against your clit and the fat pink crown punched right up against the deepest part of your cervix again.
You felt it everywhere â hot, overwhelming fullness stretching from your stuffed entrance all the way up into your guts, making your tummy bulge visibly under his palm where he pressed down firmly to feel himself buried inside you.
âHaahâŚf-fuck â there it is,â he growled low against the shell of your ear, voice wrecked and deep, breath scorching your neck. âTakinâ every thick fuckinâ inch, sweetheart. All of it. No more teasinâ. Just my cock stuffed deep where it belongs.â
Your cry ripped out raw and broken â high, desperate wails muffled into the crook of his shoulder as your body jolted from the sudden depth. Your gummy walls fluttered wild around him, clenching helpless. Spasming like they couldnât decide if they wanted to push him out or suck him deeper.
Slick and leftover cum from before gushed out around his base in thick, creamy ropes,frothing white at the stretch, dripping slow down his heavy sack in warm, sticky trails that soaked into the sheets beneath you both.
He didnât let you adjust. Just held you there, impaled, trembling, your pussy clenching greedily around the full length of him â while one hand slid up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back gently but firm so he could see your face.
Tears streaked hot down your cheeks, lips swollen and parted in endless soft whimpers, drool slipping from the corner of your mouth again like youâd forgotten how to swallow.
âLook at you,â he says proudly, green eyes dark and blown with hunger as he stared down at where your puffy lips were stretched thin and glossy around his base â clinging so tight the rim looked almost white-knuckled. âMy pretty girl takinâ everything⌠pussy so full sheâs shakinâ. Feel that? Feel how deep I am?â His cockhead kissinâ your womb and stirrinâ up all that cum he already pumped in you.
He rocked his hips once, a slow grinding roll that dragged every ridge along your fluttering walls without pulling out. The motion made a wet, filthy squelch, your stuffed pussy protesting the fullness even as it clenched harder, milking him greedy. More thick cream bubbled out â syrupy and white â coating his shaft, dripping down to where your clit throbbed helpless against the veined underside.
âNnghâŚToji ââ Your voice cracked,hoarse and wrecked, nails raking down his broad back again, leaving red trails over hard muscle. âSâtoo much⌠sâtoo deep ââ
âShhh, I know, baby,â he murmured, scarred lips brushing your tear-streaked cheek in soft, filthy kisses. âDoinâ so good though. Takinâ this fat cock like you were made for it. Feel how your pussyâs grippinâ me? Squeezinâ like she donât ever wanna let go. My perfect girl⌠my sweet girl.â
He pulled you down harder, another sharp yank that seated him impossibly deeper, crown bullying against that spongy spot inside until your back bowed, thighs trembling violently around his hips. Your clit grinding raw against his pelvis â swollen and achy â every tiny shift sending sparks shooting through your core that made your walls flutter and clench harder around him.
Toji groaned deep, the guttural sound vibrating straight through you, then wrapped both arms around your waist, crushing your soft body to his chest. One hand slid down to cup your ass, fingers spreading the plush cheeks wide so he could feel where you were stretched obscene around him, while the other pressed firm over that faint bulge in your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over the spot where he could feel himself moving inside.
âFuckâŚlook at this,â he breathed, voice thick with praise and filth. âMy cock makinâ a pretty little bump right here⌠fillinâ you up so good you can see it. Gonna keep you right here⌠just like thisâ⌠Cock-warminâ you deep while he kisses your sweet mouth.
He tilted your chin up, scarred thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, then claimed your mouth in a slow, filthy kiss. Tongue sliding deep, tasting the salt of your tears and the cherry gloss long gone, swallowing every broken whimper you gave him while his cock throbbed hot and heavy inside your stuffed pussy.
No thrusting. Just deep, possessive grinding â tiny rolls of his hips that stirred the thick load of cum already flooding your cunt, making it slosh warm and sticky against your walls.
You moaned into his mouth, soft needy sounds, as another warm trickle leaked out around his base, sliding slow down your puffy lips to where your clit pulsed against him. Your pussy clenching helpless and fluttering wild â threatening to drool more of that creamy mess if he moved even a little, but he didnât. Just held you impaled, full, trembling, while he kissed you deeper, tongue fucking slow into your mouth in the same lazy rhythm his cock was grinding inside you.
âSo fuckinâ cute,â he whispers against your lips between kisses, forehead pressing to yours, breath mingling hot and ragged. âAll hugged up on my dick⌠pussy so full sheâs shakinâ. My pretty girl⌠my perfect little thing⌠takinâ everything I give her. Gonna stay just like this⌠keep you warm and stuffed⌠let you feel everything while I kiss you stupid.â
Wanting to feel you constantly, he kept pressing soft kisses to your forehead, then your temple, to your cheek and your mouth again â endless, filthy affection while his arms stayed locked around you, cock buried to the hilt, cum sloshing warm and sticky deep inside your gaped, creamy pussy.
âMine,â he murmured one last time, lips brushing your forehead in a final, claiming kiss. âAll fuckinâ mine.â
And he didnât move.
Just held you there, thick cock warming your stuffed, trembling pussy, while you whimpered and clung and soaked in the overwhelming heat of being so completely, perfectly taken.
The room had gone quiet except for the soft hum of the ceiling fan stirring the thick summer air, fairy lights flickering lazy gold across the rumpled sheets like dying embers. You were out cold â completely fucked-out and boneless, face half-buried in the crook of Tojiâs neck, one arm slung loose over his chest, legs still tangled with his like you couldnât bear to let go even in sleep.
Your breathing had evened out into those slow, deep little puffs that made your lips part every exhale, drool already pooling at the corner of your mouth onto his collarbone. Cute. Wrecked. His.
Toji hadnât moved much since heâd pulled you down onto every thick inch and held you there, his cock still buried deep, warming your cum-stuffed pussy while the last pulses of his cum settled heavy and hot inside you.
Your walls kept fluttering around him in tiny, sleepy spasms â soft little squeezes that milked another lazy bead of seed from his tip even though he wasnât thrusting anymore.
The mess between you was obscene; thick ropes of cum and your syrupy cream leaking slow out around his base, coating his heavy balls, dripping in warm, sticky trails down your inner thighs and soaking the sheets beneath your ass in a cooling puddle that smelled like sex and salt and him.
He stayed like that for a long while, his arm banded around your waist, scarred palm resting possessive over the faint swell in your lower tummy where his cock and all that cum made you bulge just enough to feel under his hand.
Every time you shifted in your sleep, tiny and little unconscious rolls of your hips, your pussy clenched tighter around him, gummy walls sucking greedy like even unconscious you didnât want him to leave. It made his cock twitch â still half-hard, still leaking the last sluggish drops into your overflowing heat.
Eventually the ache in his thighs and the way your breathing had gone soft and even, told him you were really gone, deep in that post-orgasm haze where nothing existed but warmth and fullness and him.
Toji exhaled slowly through his nose, a low satisfied rumble in his chest, then started to move.
Careful. So fucking careful.
He slid one big hand under your thigh, lifting it just enough to ease the angle, while the other stayed splayed over your tummy, thumb stroking slow circles over that soft pudge like he was soothing you even in your sleep. Then he pulled.
SlowâŚ
Inch by torturous inch.
The drag was filthy, your poor gaped hole clinging desperate to every veiny ridge as he withdrew, gummy walls fluttering weak protests around the retreating thickness. Slick and cum made obscene wet sounds, soft schlicks and squelches that filled the quiet room, thick white cream bubbling out around his shaft the second he started to slip free.
Strings of it stretched taut between your puffy lips and his glistening cockhead â snapping slow and wet against your inner thighs as he kept pulling.
When the fat pink crown finally popped free with a lewd, sucking pop, your hole gaped open, pink and wrecked, fluttering helpless around nothing. A thick gush of cum followed immediately â hot, sticky ropes drooling slow out of your stretched entrance, sliding down your ass crack in pearly trails, pooling warm under you on the already soaked sheets. Your clit, still swollen and flushed, twitched once at the sudden emptiness, a tiny bead of cream clinging to the tip like a pearl.
Toji stared, breath catching rough in his throat at the sight of his cum leaking from your used little pussy. So much of it. Thick and white and endless, proof of how deep heâd fucked you, how full heâd kept you. Your pussy looked ruined in the prettiest way â lips puffy and parted, hole still trying to clench shut but too stretched to close completely, just drooling his load in slow, obscene pulses.
âFuck,â he breathed voice low, wrecked, almost reverent. Toji finally took a long inhale, eyes locked on the sight. His pretty girlâs pussy all sloppy and leaking his cum like she couldnât help it even asleep. Fuck⌠it made his cock twitch soft against his thigh, already half-interested again for just looking.
He leaned down slow and carefullyâŚnot to jostle you too much, breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin and pressed the softest, filthiest kiss right to your swollen clit. Gentle. Worshipful.
Lips barely brushing the swollen budâŚa warm, lingering press that made your hips twitch tiny in sleep, a soft whimper slipping from your throat. He kissed it againâŚslower, tongue flicking out just once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum still clinging there. Salty-sweet messy and perfect.
âMy pretty girl,â he whispered against your pussy, voice so low it was more breath than sound. âTook me so deep⌠kept me warm all night. Look at you leakinâ my cum even when youâre sleepinâ. So fuckinâ cute.â
Scarred lips brushing the sensitive bud, gentle and lingering, his tongue flicking out once to taste the mix of your cream and his cum clinging there. You whimpered in your sleep, a soft, needy little sound. Your hips twitched forward instinctively even when unconscious, thighs trembling once before settling again.
One more kiss, open-mouthed this timeâŚlips sealing soft around your clit for a heartbeat, sucking the tiniest pull that made your thighs tremble before he let go.Â
Toji smiled against your pussyâŚslow, dangerous and so fucking tender, then kissed higher; one soft press to your puffy mound, another to the soft dip of your lower belly where the bulge was slowly fading.Â
âFuck⌠gotta move, baby,â he rasped, voice gravel-thick with leftover lust and something softer underneath. âYour dadâs gonna be home soon. Canât leave you lookinâ like this⌠all fucked-out and leakinâ me everywhere.â
He didnât let you wallow in it.
He moved careful, almost gentle, sliding off you and scooping your limp, trembling body into his arms like you weighed nothing. Your legs dangled uselessly; your head lolled against his shoulder; your ruined pussy leaked a slow, sticky trail down his abs as he carried you to the tiny attached bathroom.
He set you on the edge of the tub softly with utter care, then ran warm water over a clean washcloth. No rough scrubbing. Just slow, careful wipes, dabbing away the cum and slick smeared across your inner thighs, between your ass cheeks, over your swollen mound. He was thorough, gentle thumbs parting your puffy lips just enough to clean the creamy mess still oozing from your gaping hole, wiping slow circles around your clit until you whimpered and twitched.
âEasy, sweetheart,â he murmured, kissing your forehead while he worked. âGotta get you all clean⌠canât have you drippinâ all over the place when your dad walks in.â
When you were as clean as he could get you, skin still flushed and sensitive, pussy still puffy and tender, he carried you back to the bed. He stripped the worst of the soaked sheets (bundling them into a ball to deal with later), flipped the comforter over the damp spot, and tucked you in slowly, pulling the soft blanket up to your chin, smoothing it over your trembling body like you were something precious.
He knelt beside the bed for a long minute, just watching you, then leaned down and pressed a final, lingering kiss to your swollen lips. Slow. Drooly. Tongue brushing yours one last time like he was memorizing the taste.
He pulled the rumpled sheet up over your body, tucking it around your shoulders gentle and careful, like you were something precious he didnât want to break even though heâd just spent hours fucking you⌠making sure your shoulders were covered, your bare feet hidden under the blanket.
He smoothed a hand over your soft tummy, feeling the faint bloat still there from how full heâd left you and then leaned down to kiss your forehead too. Long, tender press of scarred lips.
âMy good girl,â he whispered against your mouth, forehead resting against yours. âTook me so fuckinâ well⌠let me ruin you so pretty⌠now sleep, yeah? Iâll handle the rest. You just stay tucked in and dream about how full I made you.â
He kissed your forehead again, soft and possessive, then stood.
You watched through heavy lids as he pulled on his sweatpants (still stained, still smelling like sex), grabbed the bundled sheets, and slipped out the door quiet as a shadow.
The room smelled like him.
Like cum and sweat and summer heat.
Your pussy still ached, emptier⌠now but throbbing with the memory of how thick heâd been, how deep, how much heâd filled you.
You curled tighter under the blanket, legs pressing together to keep the lingering warmth inside and drifted.
ŕ˛.author's note: reupload from @/torusbabe
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