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feat quarterback!toji x camgirl chem partner!reader
summary: Toji Fushiguro considers himself a very generous man, especially after using part of his D1 quarterback paycheck towards his favorite camgirl. If anything, he's a patron of the arts: dedicated, curious, and always ready for the next big thing. So when he finds out his quiet little chem partner has the same bedroom as his idol? Well... color him intrigued.
content: MDNI 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, camgirl!reader, chem partner!reader, quarterback!toji, fratboy!toji fanboy!toji, jjk college au, no use of ây/nâ, porn with a ridiculous amount of plot, vibrators, oral sex (m!receiving, f!receiving), piv sex, squirting, dumbification, toji has a biiiiig dick, daddy kink, size kink, breeding, etc.
word count: 10.1k (i don't play abt this man)
author's note: all credits of the above pictures go to their creators. The left-most picture is from thatsallitchief on X or tiktok. If anyone knows the artist of the right-most picture let me know so I can tag them!
toji's pre-game playlist: gemstone - don toliver, homecoming - lil uzi vert, don't kill the party - ty dolla $ign, love me - lil wayne, you - don toliver, nightcrawler - travis scott
These were intense times.Â
The Michigan Wolverines were right in the midst of the NCAA College Football Playoffs, and it has been weeks of non-stop practice, conditioning, strength training, and late-night film recaps for the team of 100-odd menâall in preparation for a chance at being the nationâs top seed.Â
There was much on the line, especially seeing that Senior Quarterback and Captain, Toji Fushiguro, was aiming to secure his spot in the upcoming NFL draft.Â
As such, his pre-game ritual (one that he has refined and perfected over the course of four years) was a strict routine backed by, and rooted down in, evidence-based science and partially unbiased statistical analyses.Â
It all starts with his protein shake: two whole bananas, one cup of oats, a shit ton of peanut butter, one spoon of raw honey, four scoops of protein powder, and full-fat milk.Â
Next, his attire. He needed his signature gray game-day sweats (unwashed for the past 10-games in a row), a muscle tank heâs owned and stretched out since high school, and his most industrial-grade, noise-cancelling headphones.Â
As for schedule? He needed thirty minutes of privacy, unrestricted and uninterrupted access to high speed internet, and most importantly of all: he needed to watch at least two of âstargiirl_xxââs videos prior to heading out onto the turf.Â
Give him that, and he was bound to have a fuckinâ phenomenal performance on the field.Â
His meaty hand was already squeezing his growing erection through his sweats, the thick outline of his cock visible against the backlight from stargiirlâs newest video loading up on his laptop screen, and his protein shake already half finished by his bedside table.Â
He wasnât just a fan. He was her #1 biggest financer.Â
Though she never showed her face, he had come to memorize the curve of stargiirlâs thighs and the moles on her hips over the course of the years. He knew her room layout by heart, and diligently watched the animes that she kept posters of on her walls.Â
She was the best of the best. Not showy, not performative, just purely indulging herself.Â
And sure, if keeping her active meant donating a sizable portion of his D1 stipend to fund her⌠pursuits, well, then call him a patron of the arts.Â
His dick shamelessly pulsed in his pants as the page finally stopped buffering and the title of the video loaded.Â
âLessons in Vibrations Pt Iâ.Â
Part one?!
He knew almost immediately that tonightâs game would be a fantastic one.Â
. Ýâ âš . Ý âĄ Ý . âš â Ý.
The Wolverines won their first round of the playoffs in a sweeping victory: 41-20.Â
And Toji Fushiguro? Well, he was the star of the show, of course. He completed more than 85% of his passes (with six of them leading to touchdowns) and led an 80-yard rush all in a single game. He was on fire: skin buzzing with adrenaline, cool sweat dripping down his face, and his large canines glinting under the fierce stadium lights as the deafening crowds roared his name.Â
âTo-ji! To-ji! To-ji!â
He felt indomitable, floating on a high all the way from the stadium, to the bus, to the afterparty.Â
But in the lecture hall? WellâŚÂ
His grades were barely passing for the majority of his classes, and in fact they were quite below when it came to Applied Chemical Kinetics II.Â
He was truly a lost cause.Â
He had missed countless of Yagaâs lectures throughout the course of the semester, promising himself that he would catch up on the review notes (he didnât) and trying to watch the recorded lectures on the bus rides to any of the away games (he never).Â
So really, it came as no surprise to anyone when he absolutely tanked his midterms those six long weeks ago.Â
At the time, he was desperate. Failing class meant getting booted off the team. He needed someone who could easily cover his sorry ass for the rest of the semester, and fast.Â
Therefore, the obvious choices for a final project partner were between Ijichi and, well, you.Â
And, seeing as Toji Fushiguro had a pair of functioning fuckinâ eyes and a brain that lived partly in his pants, he chose the latter.Â
It wasnât easy persuading you to take him on for the project, which was something he honestly didnât quite expect (nor was he used to). You were stoic to his ill-attempted flattery and unaffected by his usual charm. Every smile he flashed at you seemed to wither upon arrival, and every playful remark was met with nothing more than an empty stare.
In the end, desperation drove him somewhere pride never wouldâve allowed before: straight into his football stipend.
âListen. Iâll give you $300 if you can help me pass this class.â
It was the Wednesday before the Thanksgiving break, and he remembered how his words rang loud and heavy in the dusty air of the old lecture hall. Everyone had left at this point, the class long-since over.
You had stood before him unmoved, your books hugged to your chest and your normally impassive gaze slowly piquing in interest.
He remembered how you looked up at him through your lashes, and the way you tilted your head almost cutely. âMake it $400,â you said it softly, yet with little hesitation.
He remembered how he felt himself gulp, not from the number, but at the way your eyes were scanning his face like it was the first time you even noticed him.Â
His hand had gripped the strap of his backpack just a little tighter.Â
Though, you didnât seem to notice as you continued. âIâll meet you on Mondays and Thursdays only, I work every other day. And I want half as security in advance.â
You pulled out your phone, swiftly punching in your password before holding it out to him, the contacts app already open on the screen.Â
For the first time in all of his college experience, he was genuinely caught off guard.
What the fuck?Â
He took your phone.Â
â$400?â he repeated, huffing faintly under his breath (was he amused? Annoyed? Aroused? He couldnât tell at the time, nor does he know now) as he typed in his number. His large hands looked almost comical holding your small device. âYou rob everybody like this, or am I just that special?â
He handed your phone back, his calloused fingers gently grazing your warm ones.Â
âYouâre failing chem,â you replied flatly. âYou are not special.â
He hated how his dick twitched at your words.
But most of all, he hated how he didnât know what to say in response.
He was the star quarterback, captain of the football team, most popular guy on campus and an undeniable chick-magnet, for godâs sake!Â
His silence surprised the both of you, and you took it as your queue to leave. âSee you later,â you glanced down at your phone, looking at his contact. âFushiguro.â
You didnât even know his fuckinâ name?!
And with that, you gently breezed past him, only offering him a small nod as you walked out of the room. The scent of your shampoo faintly caught in his nose as he tried to will his boner to stop growing in his sweats.  Â
After that, the break passed uneventfully, and by the time campus filled back up again and the chill of early winter settled in, your project was impossible to ignore.
He kept to his word of paying you the $200 in advance.
You kept to yours by meeting him that following Monday.Â
The two of you developed a routine during the second half of the semester, meeting in libraries and cafes to review material and project timelines for the final submission.Â
And during those couple of hours on the Mondays and Thursdays that he had you, he came to the haunting realization that you were so⌠chill.Â
He was blunt, but you were blunt back. You flicked him when his head got too large, and he flicked you whenever you were too stuck in yours. He shoved you out of your shell at times, while you pulled him back down to Earth. It was rare, and so fuckinâ odd, this kind of dynamic between the two of you, the kind that goes unnoticed until suddenly you realize itâs there.
Soon, he would find himself calling your name from across the quad, and you would nod with what looked like a smile at him when you passed his row in lecture. He gave you tickets to his games (which you would resell for 200% of its value), and put your name on the list for the Kappa parties despite you never showing up. You sent him stupid instagram posts, and brought him homemade coffees whenever the two of you met post-game days.Â
And thankfully for Toji, today was one of those days.Â
âHowâd it go?â Your voice was like honey and wine, low and smooth, as you looked up at him from behind your computer. The light from your screen illuminated halos in your eyes, and the steam from his opened thermos curled languidly in the air between you both.Â
You sat across from him in a quiet, off-campus cafe.Â
He grinned, smug and wolfish and borderline sleazy, as if heâd been just waiting for you to ask. He leaned back in his chair and stretched his overwhelmingly large, muscular arms over his head. He made a point to subtly flex his biceps while under your scrutiny. His shirt lifted slightly above his abdomen, and you blinked your eyes to focus on the scar on his tanned face, rather than the dark happy trail that ran down, down, down to hisâŚ
âPerfect game. Youâd know if you actually came âround ân watched.â He playfully winked, his deep chuckle echoing as you gave him a deadpan stare.Â
âIâm quite alright, Fushiguro.â He pouted in mock defeat as you looked back down at your screen. The battery symbol on your laptop flashed red in warning: low power.Â
Youâd only been there for thirty minutes and you couldâve sworn you charged the damn thing last night. Sure, your outlets were kind of fucked, and sure this was a twelve year old laptop with a battery life the size of a peanut, but surely it wouldnât give out on you this early in the day?!
You exhaled a long breath. The thought of putting money down for a new computer made your heart physically ache.Â
The two of you (mainly you) had just started to make headway with the report (âflow stateâ, as Toji would call it), and you knew you wouldnât have a chance to work on the project again until after your Wednesday shift. âYou got a charger on you?âÂ
He scoffed, almost offendedly. âWanna try askinâ that again sweetheart?â He tsked you lightly.Â
You rolled your eyes, a heavy sigh tumbling out of your soft lips.Â
âForget it. I know you donât,â there was something prickly beneath your uncaring tone, and he curiously paused to examine you.Â
He could see the faint circles under your eyes that you tried to cover with concealer, the way your shoulders sagged slightly from the weight of your backpack as you lifted it from the seat beside you, and the brief glimpse of all the mini bookmarks sticking out of your planner as you dropped it inside the bag.Â
âI guess weâll have to call it here then. Iâd need to go back to my apartment and grab my charger to do anything else.â
And, perhaps it was because the two of you had formed this unexpected bond over the past several weeks, something deep and quiet and far more important than Toji would ever willingly name, that the weight of being the weakest link finally made Toji Fushiguro feel the heavy hammer of guilt bury deep within his hardened chest.Â
A moment passed before he cleared his throat, holding up his hand.Â
âOrâŚâ the words were slow to move out of his mouth, embarrassment thickening in his throat. âWhy donât we work there?â You stared at him, almost startled, as if heâd grown another head. His ears warmed under the intensity of your gaze as he continued. âI still got power, I can keep goinâ if youâre down.âÂ
His triceps flexed as he scratched the back of his neck, tan skin pulling taut as he looked away.Â
âItâs a small place,â you warned.Â
He shrugged, his voice catching in his throat at the way you were holding his gaze. âI donât mind. Iâd go any place you choose.â
He paused, his eyes widening slightly at the words that tumbled out of his mouth, as if he didnât realize what he said until after he said them.Â
You breathed, and a beat passed before a small, pretty smile pulled across your features â the first heâs ever gotten from you like this. And this time, your tired eyes warmed into something soft, something akin to appreciation, something new.
âYeah. Yeah, okay, then Iâd like that.â You tilted your head slightly, and his heart thumped oddly loud in his muscular chest. âThank you, Toji.â
For just the briefest of moments, you looked at him as if he had just offered the world.Â
All he could do was swallow and nod.Â
He didnât even realize you called him by his first name until you were both out the door.Â
The walk to your apartment was comfortably silent. Despite Tojiâs taller stature and athletic build, he wordlessly matched your slower pace, walking between you and the road.Â
Your apartment was situated right on the outskirts of campus; too close to drive, but too cumbersome to walk. He quietly marveled at your resolution to go in person to class every day, especially when he had difficulty hauling his ass to the lecture hall that was just a block over from frat row.Â
The taller man was so lost in his own thoughts that he didnât even realize how close he was standing to you as you both paused at your front doorstep. His towering frame loomed over you, and he could feel the heat of your body as you dug through your bag, and he could see the goosebumps that rose on your neck when your arm accidentally grazed against his abdomen.Â
Your keys softly clinked! together as you unlocked the front door.
And, there was something faintly intimate about being led up the creaky wooden steps to your 3rd floor apartment, your hips gently swaying in his face with each ascent up, and your soft hands lightly tracing the railing in your wake.
He intrusively thought about reaching out to touch your fingers, to run his hand along the curve of your waistâ
He coughed lightly.
What was he thinking?
As you opened your apartmentâs door, he was immediately hit with the light smell of lemon and jasmine.Â
Your place was small but tidy; a one-bedroom attic apartment where the kitchen and living area blurred together, soaking in the same sunlit space. Despite its size, it carried your mark: two types of server aprons hung on the coat rack, a soft crocheted throw blanket you made draped over the worn couch, and a set of reading glasses laying beside a hand-painted mug on your round window table.
It was cute; homely. A small glimpse into your life outside of class.
âYou can start getting set up in here, Iâll just grab my charger from my room.â You spoke quietly as you led him to the table.Â
You silently turned before he could respond, padding across the old wooden floors to the door that was directly across from where he had set his bag down.Â
He had only just started typing his password into his computer when he lazily looked up, his dark eyes catching the movement from your room.Â
And, holy shit.Â
No.Â
There was genuinely no way in hell.Â
He was scrambling up out of your wobbly kitchen chair before his mind could even register it.Â
His body felt as if it were moving through water, and his brain felt like jam. Was that his own blood roaring past his ears or his soul escaping his body?Â
Cool beads of sweat began to form on his neck, tickling at the ends of his dark, grungy hair. He had crossed the width of your apartment in three long strides, until suddenly he was at your doorframe, his large body leaning against it like it was a lifeline, and his scarred mouth parted into the dumbest looking âoâ.
His wild eyes scanned your room fervently. The walls, the Cowboy Bebop poster by your bedframe, the pale linen sheets, the empty vase on your bedside table and the stack of yellowing paper backs in the corner of it.Â
Everything looked familiar.
Scratch that. Everything looked the same. The same asâ
âCan I help you?âÂ
You were on all fours. All fuckinâ fours.Â
You tilted your head up to face him, taking a pause from wiggling the stubborn plug out of the ancient socket underneath your desk.
And⌠could you? Can you? He was at a genuine loss for words.Â
All he could do was stare dumbly, his large fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, and his body emanating a heat that he prayed to god wasnât visible from where you were.
âUh. Y-you got a bathroom up here??âÂ
. Ýâ âš . Ý âĄ Ý . âš â Ý.
He scoured through every single video and rewatched every single clip that night.
The furniture, the decor, the walls, the window placement: everything was the same.
And so, the verdict was in: youâhis quiet, guarded, asocial, and steely chem partnerâwere none other than stargiirl herself.Â
What. The. Fuck.Â
It was confusing to wrap his head around, this whole stargiirl-chemgirl business. But would he go as far to say that it wasnât attractive? That he didnât pop a boner every time he thought about it?Â
No. He couldnât. Heâd never.
Was this divine intervention or his own personal hell?Â
He couldnât tell.
What does this mean? How should he act? What does he fucking do with this information now?
He rubbed his temples before running a tense hand through his hair. At the same time, a notification popped up on his computer.Â
âCheck out a new post from stargiirl_xx !â
He could feel the blood in his veins thumping against his skin.Â
âDonât do it. Please donât fucking do it-â he mumbled.Â
He tapped into the link despite himself.Â
âLessons In Vibration Pt IIâ
He wordlessly clicked the play button on the video.Â
For a moment, he thought his screen was buffering. The camera was set up to look out onto your bed, though you were not in frame yet, presumably twiddling with the settings of your camera.Â
But when you finally did walk into view, his heart nearly imploded.Â
The frame only showed you from the mouth down, your identity mainly concealed. You were bottomless, bare legs walking across the floor as you situated yourself on your bed. The only piece of clothing you did have on was an overlarge sweatshirt, his sweatshirt, one that he, in his panicked daze to get out of your apartment earlier, forgot he had left behind.Â
He didnât dare breathe, nor could he move. His head was craned so close to his computer, as if he wanted to go through the screen itself just to get a better look.Â
He noted how his hoodie fell past your ass, large and consuming and honestly? So fuckinâ perfect on you.
You were nearing the end of your normal introduction, and he realized you spoke differently on video, low and confident and sensual and hypnotic.
âIâve been thinkinâ a lot about my content throughout the years,â your hands started to draaag the bottom of his hoodie up, letting it bunch just slightly above the dip of your waist, enunciating your curves. â-And Iâve realized Iâve never had a partner during any of them.â
The comments on the side bar started to flood through, hundreds of viewers already volunteering themselves to be your +1.Â
His jaw ticked, hard.
âI think,â you leaned forward like you were sharing a secret. Toji gripped onto his computer until a faint pop! could be heard of one of the inner screws coming loose. âI think I would like to change that in the future,â and then you smiled, really smiled, a full, playful grin wiping across your features in a way he had never been able to see in person before.Â
His dick bobbed in his pants.Â
This could not be happening to him right now.Â
You continued, âbut for now, welcome back to my Lessons in Vibrations series.â
He watched as you started introducing the toys you would be using today, before you slowly began to touch yourself, teasingly showing glimpses of the purple lace panties you had on underneath his hoodie.Â
And he couldnât help it, really.Â
Because when you started rubbing your vibrator against your clit, your deft fingers plunging skillfully into your cunt, soft whimpers escaping your lips as your pussy started squelching out a fucking melody â all while wearing his fuckinâ sweatshirt â what the fuck else was he supposed to do?
His sweats were already halfway down his thighs, and his meaty hand greedily pumping his own cock in sync to you fucking yourself on your fingers.Â
He watched hungrily as you pushed his sweatshirt up further along your body, exposing your stomach, teasing the view of your bare tits. He bit back a groan at the thought of your scent lingering in the fabric, and prayed to whatever deity above that you wouldnât wash it out before he got it back.Â
Below, your fingers languidly teased the head of your vibrator against your entrance. It was the insertable kind, with a slender tip and curved body, the type that had your hole trying to suck up the device with every rub against your dripping slit.Â
He could feel the veins in his cock pulsing hotly in anticipation, pushing up thick pearls of precum out onto his flared tip.Â
He wondered what it would be like to slip his shaft against your drenched pussy lips, to massage the underside of his cockhead against the tight ring of your entrance, to feel you squeezing around him, and to hear the sounds you would make just for him.Â
He gulped, cool sweat starting to form on his brow. You were beginning to fuck the device into you, pumping the vibrator in and out and in and out. He could see your legs trembling, your juices starting to uncontrollably splash outside of you, and your pussylips fluttering with every bzzz bzz bzzzzzt of the vibrator fucking and swirling and massaging into your g-spot.Â
He was matching your pace, furiously pumping his dick, thinking about how you looked on all fours earlier, thinking about how you smiled when you called him his name, thinking about how you look when you concentrate and the mole above your brow, thinking about the coffee you made for him and the weird shitposts you sent and the way you could look at him like he was nothing, and everything, all at the same time.
And suddenly, he wasnât climaxing to the stargiirl he had always seen on screen.
It was his tough, quiet, calm chem partner.Â
And as he shot hot spurts of thick, ropey cum all the way from his dick to his chin (the most heâs ever released before), he realized only one thing.Â
He just finished to the thought of you.
. Ýâ âš . Ý âĄ Ý . âš â Ý.
Toji Fushiguro had a problem.Â
No, scratch that.Â
He had a fucking crisis.Â
It was drill day, and his head was absolutely nowhere near the turf. He fumbled balls, missed targets, and was a full thirty-seconds under his usual sprint times.Â
And that was only how one of his practices went this week.Â
It had been five whole days since he last saw you.Â
Five days of being dogshit at his sport.Â
Five days of holing up in his frat, avoiding campus, avoiding class, avoiding your texts, avoiding you.
Itâs not like he wanted to do this, but he didnât know what to do, how to act, or what to even say.Â
How could he talk to you casually while knowing heâs given probably a third of his checks to you? How could he be normal in your presence knowing that heâs watched every single one of your streams, and in turn has finished an embarrassing amount of times to each of them?
How could he trust himself when the thought of you alone had his heart pounding so hard his ears hurt? Or how his chest squeezed so tight he almost went to urgent care, just because you texted asking where heâs been and if he was okay?Â
How could he face you, knowing that he somehow developed the largest, fattest, most egregious fuckinâ crush on you?!
And, for the record, Toji Fushiguro did not do crushes. He hadnât necessarily âran throughâ the entire roster of available chicks on campus, but he did have an occasional fling, nothing serious, nothing long, nothing that would distract him from football and his dreams.
He was known as the campus heartthrob and heartbreaker. He was Mr. Non-Chalant, Mr. Everybody-Wants-A-Piece-of-Him, and Mr. I-Donât-Get-Attached all wrapped up in one 6â4, 230 lbs body.Â
A crush? That was new, unexplored territory for him.Â
He stared down at your last texts to him.
âď¸(Thursday, 12:03pm): i got us a nice spot!! im sitting on 2nd floor @ clark ഌŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż ËÍĚęłËÍĚ )â§
Ba-dump!
âď¸(Thursday, 12:18pm): knock knock, is mr. toji thereeÂ
Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
âď¸(Thursday, 12:56pm): hey, is everythin ok? r we still on for today?
Ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dumpâ
âď¸(Saturday, 10:01am): r u alive
It physically sickened him that he couldnât get his cowardly fingers to just fucking write back. But every time he opened up your text chain, all he could do was stare.Â
Which is exactly why he couldnât see you yet.Â
He needed time.Â
He needed space.Â
He needed to get this shit under control.
Fortunately (or unfortunately) for him, the Kappa Epsilon fraternity was throwing a rager tonight. With the group of men only one week out from the next bracket of playoffs, this would be the last night the football frat would get to drink together for a while if they were to make it to the finals.Â
It would be the perfect distraction.Â
About an hour or so into the party and he was buzzed. He absolutely demolished that shithead Ryomen in beer pong, crushed a pack of PBRs, and now was cooling off in the kitchen, his body feeling swimmy and light.Â
He reached for his phone. Maybe, just maybe, if he looked at your messages again for the umpteenth time today, maybe he would know what to say, maybe heâ
âAh, so you can come out and party but ignore all of my texts?â
His heart did that stupid thing where it pounded so hard against his chest he wondered if his ribs bruised.Â
Despite the booming of the bass coming from the room over, and the idle chatter of randoms idling in the kitchen, he could hear the dry, unimpressed, and entirely too familiar voice coming directly from behind him.Â
He turned, his eyes lowering to find you, as if it was muscle memory, as if it was his second nature.Â
You never showed up to these parties (and trust, he has invited you to them all). Yet here you were, your body leaned up against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over your chest, and your hair falling around your frame.Â
He grinned, the buzz in his head making it easy for a stupidly cheeky and wide and boyish smile to plaster onto his face. (a/n: toji has a hung smile. Okay? Okay.).Â
âHey, party animal,â he said, almost dreamily.Â
The top you wore clung to you like a second skin, accentuating the swells of your breasts and the dip of your waist: features that you usually hid underneath your normal, bulkier campus-attire.Â
He was indecisive, his eyes bouncing between the unreadable look on your face to the sliver of exposed skin right above your miniskirt.Â
You looked good, really fuckinâ good.Â
Your eyes widened, before your cheeks blushed the prettiest shade of red, your manicured fingers tightening around the plastic solo cup you were holding
Did he say that outloud?!
You straightened, steeling yourself, willing the warmth in your cheeks to go away. âYouâve ignored me for five days, Fushiguro-â your voice was firm and cool, cutting sharply through the noise of the party.
Back to the last name basis.Â
You looked away, before adding, â-and you ditched me on Thursday.â You spoke that last part softly, deliberately, a look of sadness flashing briefly in your pretty, doe-like eyes.Â
A dull pang rippled through his chest.Â
He knew the implications of your words â the two of you never missed a meetup since this whole âdealâ started.Â
And, like those days in the libraries or cafes where he found himself sitting before you, following your every word and direction, he now found himself moving towards you, a small pout forming on his scarred lips, as his strong arms caged you in until you were wedged between himself and the counter.Â
And, you knew he was huge before.Â
But now, up close, you realized just how large he was - his broad shoulders obscuring your view, his muscular chest rippling under the tight black shirt he wore, and his huge hands riddled with veins that climbed up, up, up his forearms.Â
He was overwhelming and all-consuming, surrounding your senses with the kind of intensity only he alone could pull off. You breathed in, your chest rising, fighting against the cotton of your ill-fitting top. He smelled of fresh pine and warm leather, clean and raw and manly.Â
You came here pissed, but now found your resolve completely fogged and muddled.Â
He leaned forward, dipping his head low, until his shaggy fringe tickled softly against the shell of your ear.Â
You knew he had been drinking, but the question was, did he know what he was doing right now? Was this purposeful? Was this real? You couldnât quite tell, but the way his breath stuttered as his nose traced light patterns into your neck, the way he was breathing you in, and the way his hands periodically clenched onto the countertop as if to restrain himself, told you he was at least semi aware of what he was doing.Â
Your heart was hammering in your chest. The two of you never stood this close before, let alone touched each other.Â
You turned your head slightly, trying to put at least some ounce of space between your face and his.
But for him? That just would not do.Â
He slowly pulled away from your neck, his nose lightly mapping a path from the base of your neck, across the soft expanse of your cheek, to the tip of your own. Noses brushing, breaths mingling, chests heaving, and hearts pounding as his scarred lips hovered your glossed ones.Â
âWhy have you been avoiding me?âÂ
The air between you was warm and thick, charged with something tender and so deeply intimate.Â
âBecause you scare me,â he mumbled.Â
âOh, really?â Your mouth twitched.Â
âMm.â He nodded once, nose rubbing softly against yours in an eskimo kiss. You could see how his eyes were dark and heavy-lidded, lips dangerously close to pressing against yours.
ââThink ya cursed me.â His neck flushed red, his low voice was barely above a whisper.Â
âI can go-â
âDonât.â
And then his large hands were latching onto your waist, the heat of his skin searing through the thin material of your skirt.Â
âDonât. DonâtDonâtDonât.â His brows scrunched together, his face becoming serious. âDonât go. Donât leave. Not when youâre here, with me, pretty girl.âÂ
You breathed, taking your time to steady your voice after hearing the pet name roll off his tongue. âThen what should I do?â
âStay.â
It was as simple as that, really.Â
And then his lips were on yours, warm and soft and commanding. He kissed you like you were sin, drinking you in, savoring you on his tongue, before inevitably, always inevitably, going back for more. He didnât let you breathe; he wouldnât. He was greedy and wrong and possessive, claiming your mouth like it was his alone to conquer. Your knees weakened as his tongue massaged against yours addictively, molding against you like you were made for him; like he was made for you.Â
Your hands moved before you could think, before you could decide if you were angry with him or if you hungered for him. You found purchase on his broad shoulders, before making your way up, up, up to his neck, one hand running through his dark hair while the other held onto the underside of his strong jaw, thumb gently caressing the scar on the side of his mouth, pulling him in.
He pressed into you further, your ass hitting the lower counter. His body was flush against yours, his chest purposefully rubbing against your tits.Â
He could feel your nipples hardening through the flimsy cotton of your top, and he couldnât stop the sleazy grin that was forming on his face.Â
Below, his grip on you was gentle but firm, bringing your body to press and grind against his in an unhurried, languid way, like he had all the time in the world, like all of this was fated from the start.Â
And his fingers, oh his fingers, which spanned across your hip, slowly found their way to your ass, gripping and cupping and kneading into the soft, jiggly flesh.Â
You could feel something move against your thigh, something sturdy and heavy and completely fucking monstruous.Â
âHaah-â you shakily sighed out, breathy and dazed as you looked down to the outline of his bulge. Your eyes widened.Â
âI like when you use that smart mouth, yâknow,â he was talking against your lips, not able to find it in himself to pull away. His hand slid up the side of your waist, until he stopped right underneath your breast, his thumb rubbing against the underside of where it started to swell.Â
His voice dropped an octave lower, whispering to you like it was a secret. âTalk to me. Break this curse. Tell me itâs not just me that feels like this.âÂ
Please.
His heart was racing. He was stone cold sober. This was it. This was his admission.Â
ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dumpâ
You breathed.Â
The party raged on in the background, muddled and distant, like his ears were submerged under waterâ
âItâs not just you, Toji.âÂ
Your voice was quiet, your cheeks tinted rouge, your pretty eyes looking up at him in earnest.Â
And that was all he needed.Â
He picked you up like you were nothing (his bench was 350 lbs, squat 600 lbs, and his hip thrusts? donât even worry âbout it), a smug, victorious grin tugging at his scarred lips.
He carried you out of the kitchen, and a steady stream of wolf whistles and howls erupted from his frat brothers and party goers as the two of you made your way across the foyer, up the stairs, and towards a bedroom. His bedroom.Â
He carried you inside, keeping the lights off, letting the warm glow of the streetlamp beside his window spill softly across the room. Without a word, he set you down on his large king-sized bed.
The air in his room was tender and still. You could hear the faint bass of the stereo downstairs, vibrating against his wooden floors like a heartbeat. The distant cheers of the crowd down below faded to quiet as he pressed his mouth to your own.Â
He leisurely climbed over you, never breaking the kiss, his muscular arms holding his body above your own.Â
It didnât take long for the makeout to turn heated again, teeth clashing against teeth, bodies pressed against each other, rubbing and teasing in a way that had your head spinning.
You put your hands against his chest.Â
âToji-â
âStay,â he breathed, whispering the words against your lips, like he could read your mind. â-Stay with me tonight,â he pressed his body closer into you, rutting his hips, âand lemme show you the things Iâve been wantinâ to say to you all week.â
You could feel his cock twitch ominously against your bare thigh as you swallowed.Â
His lips were swollen and glistening from your mixed salivas, his eyes glazed over, jade irises almost completely black. His grip on your lower body was unrelenting, holding you in place.Â
You lightly pushed your hand against his chest, a hesitant look crossing your features.
A beat passed. For a second, he didnât even realize he stopped breathing.Â
âYouâve been drinking,â You paused, your voice coming out small. âWhat if.. what if you donât mean this in the morning?âÂ
And for all your expertise and genius, oh, how completely wrong you could be.
He let out a humorless chuckle, his sharp canines peaking through his lips in the process.Â
âDid it sound like I was jokinâ, sweetheart?â He shakily exhaled through his nose as he pressed his erection against your clothed cunt, holding himself there, letting you feel the pressure and full weight of what he was packing. âDoes it feel like Iâm jokinâ âbout this?âÂ
You bit your lip, pussy throbbing, a warm slickness starting to soak through your panties, before messily spreading between your clenched thighs.Â
You shook your head.Â
âWhatâd I say about usinâ your words?â
He pulsed his dick, the sensation making your pussy clench.Â
Fuckinâ tease.Â
âNngh- no. No it doesnât feel like youâre joking,â you almost gasp out.Â
A satisfied smirk plastered onto his tanned face.
âGood girl.âÂ
And then heâs moving down the bed, his calloused hands spreading your legs as he pressed wet kisses against the hot skin of your thighs. He was methodical and slow, making his way up your inner thigh, savoring the small sounds that you tried to suppress as he reached the bottom hem of your skirt, his face mere inches away from your sopping pussy, and his breath puffing warm air against your dampened panties .Â
âOhhh jusâ look at ya,â you could tell he had the most shit-eating grin on his face right now, pride swelling in his voice as he carefully dipped a large, rough finger between the seam of the thin purple fabric you adorned. âThis all fâme?â
And - Holy shit.
The videos of you didnât even do this justice.Â
Because low and behold, here you were, under his body, and you were so fuckinâ wet. His finger slid against your folds with little resistance, putting just enough pressure that you couldnât help but moan his name as he rubbed circles against your clit.
And, Toji Fushiguro never claimed to be a patient man. So, it shouldâve came as no surprise when he grabbed your hips and used his hulking strength to push your clothed pussy to his scarred lips, his face nuzzled to your cunt, nose pressed firmly to your clit, and his greedy tongue lapping you up through the soiled fabric.Â
It was obscene and perverse and dirty and wrong.Â
But oh, how he loved it. Loved the heady taste you left on your panties, and the sweet scent of your gushing pussy, and the excess slick on your thighs that made its way onto his rough cheeks.Â
He groaned, a low, guttural sound against your skin that made your tummy squeeze into knots.Â
âT-Toji, please,â you whined, pressing your greedy cunt into his face, âneed your tongue. Need you. Need more.â You could hardly string a true sentence together, and he hadnât even fucked you proper yet.Â
His heart was thunderous against his chest.Â
And his dick?Â
Hardest itâs ever fuckinâ been in his fuckinâ life.
He was grinding his erection against the mattress as he obliged your wishes.
After all, how could he say no to you?Â
He pushed your panties to the side.Â
And oh.Â
His balls tightened below him, the urge to cum almost threateningly near as he stared at your bare, swollen pussy.Â
Holy. Shit.
Everything was soaked and glistening.Â
He rubbed one thumb across your puffy skin, his coarse finger getting soaked in the process.Â
He leaned in, gingerly licking fat stripes along your folds, lapping you up, drinking you in. He worked thoroughly, gathering you onto his tongue, until the lower part of his face was a mixture of your juices and his drool.Â
It was only after he was satisfied with his work did he make his way to your clit, humming and sucking, the wet sounds of his mouth making out with your cunt filling the air of his room.Â
The warm pleasure of it all was beginning to pool in your belly, your toes beginning to curl, legs beginning to shake â but he didnât stop. He couldnât.Â
âToji, I might-âÂ
He plunged a rough, thick finger inside you, spearing your tight velvet walls apart, all the way up to his knuckle.Â
You saw fuckinâ stars.
The sound you made was so erotic, so loud and depraved and raw, that his dick lurched in his pants, warm gooey pre-cum beginning to leak out from his throbbing tip and into his briefs.Â
He wanted to hear you again, and again and again and again.Â
He wanted videos, home movies, and spotify playlists of the way your pussy was talking to him.Â
Emboldened, his tongue was unrelenting on your clit, as one finger became two, and then two became three.Â
You mewled as he crooked them up, massaging against that soft, spongey bundle of nerves that had you panting his name out like it was prayer.Â
Your ears were ringing, your eyes beginning to get wet with tears.Â
Soon, he was fucking you on his fingers proper, setting a debilitating pace as he plunged his digits in and out and in and out. Filling you up, stretching you out, hitting your most sensitive areas. Again, and again, and again.
The pressure in your core was reaching its limits now, and the pleasure from the sheer fullness of your pussy and the sinful patterns of his tongue were beginning to send violent tremors down your legs.Â
You were orgasming before you even realized it.
And yet, he was didnât stop â didnât even give you time to breathe as heâs diving into your pussy, slurping you up, his large nose rubbing against your over-sensitive clit as heâs fucking his thick tongue and his fingers past the tight ring of your entrance, fucking you, warm and wet, through each of your peaks.Â
Your hands held onto his hair like a lifeline, your fleshy thighs locked around his head as if to keep him in place.Â
âYou taste so good, sweetheart,â he moaned, his eyes glazed over, completely and utterly pussy drunk, as you looked down at him, his mouth still latched onto your cunt.Â
You could see your slick dripping down his face, mixing with the light trails of perspiration that sprouted from his temples.Â
Your heart squeezed in your chest.Â
It was only after the last few waves of your orgasm subsided when you could finally respond.Â
âI think,â you gently reached down to run your shaky hand through his scalp, tenderly pushing away the sweaty fringe by his eyes. âI think I can think of something that might taste better.âÂ
And then youâre pushing him until heâs moving to the top of the bed, his back resting against the headboard as he pulls his black shirt up and over his head, triceps flexing, exposing his muscular pecs, washboard abs, and the light tufts of hair that sprouted on his chest, and got increasingly darker the further down his abs it went.Â
You could feel your pussy walls clamp down, warmth pooling in your core again as you reached out instinctively to run your hands along the length of his torso.Â
You never thought, in all of your wildest dreams, that this would be happening. Nor could your dreams do justice to the perfect build of the man before you.
âWell look at you, Mr. Fushiguro.â Your soft hands slowly sliding up, up, up against his skin, all the way from where the dark tufts of thick hair started to disappear under his pants, and towards his pecs, feeling the way his traitorous heart stuttered as you called his name. âArenât you quite the heartbreaker.â
You held his gaze, the air around you charged with anticipation.
Who would move first?
His breathing was shallow as he stared at you, your cheeks flushed and eyes glazed. Your top was rumpled to hell, exposing the line of your cleavage in a way that had his pants tenting painfully, and your mini skirt was so far scrunched that it looked like a belt around your waist.Â
âFor others, sureâŚâ He grabbed your hands, pressing them deeper into his skin as he slid them up to cup his face. âBut for you?â he was whispering now, his ears growing steadily pinker by the second, âIâm afraid you have me beat.âÂ
Oh.Â
And then youâre leaning in, tenderly pressing your lips to his own, mumbling his name over and over again to stop you from saying those other three little words, before sealing it with your tongue.Â
And then heâs pulling you into his lap.Â
You could taste yourself in his mouth and on his lips, your nipples tightening as his large hands grabbed handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart before making them clap together again.Â
A muffled groan escaped from the depths of his chest, vibrating against your mouth, as he felt new gushes of your slick begin to dampen the front of his pants.
âMmmnh- get comfortable, pretty girl.â He slurred out as he pulled at the waistband of your skirt, before letting go, allowing the material to slap against your skin with a light sting.Â
âHmm⌠only if daddy gets comfortable too.â your eyes were big as you stared at him through your lashes. Â
And oh fuck.
Toji had to lean his head back, his skull hitting against the wall with a dull thud!Â
The way the words left your mouth had him breathless, brain short-circuiting, and dick throbbing. He needed to recuperate. Calm down.
Breathe in. Exhale. Repeat.Â
You smiled slyly, completely aware of how your words affected him, as you pulled your flimsy top off, followed by your bottomwear. Your tits were heavy and full as they were released from the cotton, nipples peaked and stiff.Â
You were bare before him, your arms on either side of his hips, squeezing your tits together lightly as you bent low to whisper against his ear.Â
âYou like when I call you that?â Your voice was sweet as honey as your hands traced the large outline of his dick through his pants, gripping his shaft through the tight material, and feeling the monstrous size of his girth.Â
âCareful, sweetheart,â his voice was a mixture of restraint and warning, âdonât start callinâ me that unless yâer tryna see it through.â His neck was visibly tense, and his hands clutched on to the meat of your hips as he stared at you.Â
Pretty girl.Â
He squeezed tighter.
His pretty girl.Â
A moment of silence passed as you considered his words. âAnd what if I do wanna see it throughâŚ?â Your head tilted cutely while your mean hands found their way to his happy trail, running your nails down through the thick tufts of dark hair, dipping juuust below the waistband of his pants, before retreating back up again in slow, agonizing loops. âShow me your worst, daddy.â
And who was he to deny you?Â
Before you knew it, he had his pants and briefs shoved down his legs, his massive cock heavily thudding against his washboard abs
Your mouth gaped open.
And ohhh how he relished the dumb look on your lilâ cute face. Â
You didnât even think anyone could be this large.Â
Yet here he was, with a dick that looked like it belonged in a porno, pulsing fat and heavy and huge as he leaked pre-cum all over the angry mushroomed head.Â
He smirked, cocky as ever, as you subconsciously licked your lips, eyes glazed over, cock drunk just off the look alone.
Your pussy gushed warm, new slick between your legs as you carefully leant down, your hands grabbing around his base, slowly bringing his dick closer to your face.
He could feel the warm puffs of air coming from ur plush lips, his dick twitching like crazy at how close you were to finally, finally getting your mouth on him.Â
You pressed a gentle kiss to his leaking slit, before running your lips over the excess pre-cum, painting your lips with the milky substance.
He swallowed hard. His eyes were wild and his breathing ragged.
He groped your tits, rolling your stiff nipples in his calloused fingers, eliciting the sweetest moan from you that reverberated around his dick.
You gave him small kitten licks at first, teasing the idea, before gradually licking thick fat stripes up and down the length of his huge dick. You traced the pulsing veins that climbed up his hot shaft and licked around the sensitive underside of his throbbing cockhead.Â
And it was only when his chest was heaving, his impatient hands gripping onto your skull, did you finally, finally begin to throat fuck the shit outta him.Â
None of the videos he had watched of you before even came close to the sensation of seeing the bulge forming in your throat from where his cock was buried inside of you, or the way your nose tickled against the tufts of dark hair at the base of his cock.Â
You moaned dreamily around him at the feeling of his heavy dick pounding against the back of your throat, filling your mouth and overwhelming your senses. You couldnât help the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes as you bobbed him in your mouth, hands jerking off what you couldnât reach, and your thighs rubbing together greedily, craving any ounce of friction against your throbbing pussy.
But before you knew it, he was lifting you off, a light string of saliva following en suit, connecting the two of you together.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â You had a devilish grin on your pretty face. âScared you're gonna cum too quick?â
A low, humorless chuckle rumbled through his body as one of his hands wrapped around your throat, while the other smacked your ass.Â
âNah,â his canines glinted in the lowlight, a predatorial grin etching into his features. âJust tryna make sure nothinâ gets wasted.â And then he's shifting you up, rubbing his thick cock against your gooey cunt, mixing his thick pre with your juices.Â
Your heart fluttered.
His dick was so warm against your skin â so, so much better (and bigger) than the toys you regularly used to get yourself off.Â
Youâve had enough. Youâve done your waiting. You needed him inside you.Â
You lifted yourself up, your hands bracing themselves on either side of Tojiâs broad shoulders. Your pussy was dripping down onto his angry dick as you slowly lowered yourself, hips circling, letting his throbbing head trace your sopping lips.Â
He could have almost passed out from the sight alone.
Instead, he panted out a deep breath, his chest tightening as he tried to restrain himself from bucking up into your cunt.Â
You paused your hips, lowering yourself again ever so slightly so that his leaking head was now smooching against your gummy entrance, the heat of his cock stirring something warm and familiar in your belly.Â
Please, please, please, pleâ
And then your pussy is swallowing his head whole.Â
âOh, fuuuck youâre tight mama,â his eyes squeezed shut, fringe sticking to his sweaty forehead as Toji gasped out at the sensation of his thiiick cockhead squeezing past the tight ring of muscles at your entrance.Â
Your gummy walls sucked against him from all angles, squishing into his hardness and rubbing deliciously against the sensitive underside of his mushroomed tip.Â
And this was just the tip.
He didnât know if he would make it out of here alive. At least, without getting you pregnant.Â
You whimpered, actually fuckinâ whimpered his name as you reached down, touching where he was spearing you apart, your lips drawn thin and tight to accommodate for the sheer size of him.Â
âYouâre so big Toji,â a tear rolled down your flushed cheek. âLook at how much more I gotta take.â And he did, he really did look. Because you began to let your finger slowly slide from where the two of you were connected, down, down, down to the tufts of hair at the base of his cock.
âHaah- Yaâ think itâll fit, sweetheart?â He grunted, his lips involuntarily bucking as you pouted cutely at him.Â
Something impassable flashed across your feature. âIâll make it fuckinâ fit.â
And then youâre slamming down onto his dick, and it feels like the literal wind gets knocked out of both of your chests.Â
He has never felt something so deliciously tight before.
You have never felt so goddamn filled up before.
Youâre clenching around him, velvet walls fluttering and smooching around his raw cock as it pulses heavy and thick with animalistic need.Â
It took you several moments to orient yourself, to gather your scrambled senses back together to remember what you were doing, what your goal was, why you were here.Â
âI have a secret to tell you.â You stared down at him, an unreadable look passing over your features.Â
âO-oh really?â you squeezed your walls around him, catching him off guard.
âI know you watch me touch myself,â you whispered it like it was a secret, sly and just a touch proud.
And of all the things you couldâve said, nothing would have prepared him for that.
His dick bobbed from inside of you.Â
âFushi-daddy420 isnât the most subtlest of names, no?â you grinned meanly as you watched his jade eyes turn impossibly black as you began to slowly, teasingly, mercifully bounce on his cock. Up and down and up and down.Â
âBut-?â
He thought you would hate him if you knew.Â
He agonized for days for this reaction?!!
âAnd after you ran out on me after seeing my place?â you were panting, riding him as you talked. âYea, that kinda solidified it.â
And just when he thinks youâve found your rhythm and set your pace, you slowly begin to circle your hips, hitting new angles deep inside your guts that have his throbbing tip pressing into the spongy part of your pussy.Â
âYou donât -fuhh- donât hate me?â his mind was swirling, how could he focus when you felt this good?
âNever.â Your hips rolled, and you pressed your tits together, giving him a show. Â
And you were doing so well, and felt so good. He pressed a fat thumb against your clit, spelling out his name, as if to claim you, mark you, over and over and over again.Â
T-O-J-I !
He throws his head back as he feels you creaming around his cock, while your eyes are rolling into the backs of your head as you feel his thick goopy pre frothing at your entrance, dripping down onto his balls. The pace is getting faster, the air getting hot, and thick beads of sweat are rolling down your back. The obscene sounds of sweaty skin slapping against skin filled the hot, sex-scented air.Â
You lean down to kiss him, tongues messily entangling, drool spilling from the sides of your lips as you ride his cock like a fuckinâ animal, ass jiggling from the force of his hips rocking up to meet you, his heavy balls smacking against your pussy like a promise.Â
In one swift motion, heâs flipping the two of you over, your back to the bed, his dick never leaving your pussy, as he continues to fuck into you. He has your legs spread wide, your knees to his sides as he buries himself deep within your warmth, the new angle allowing you to feel his fat tip smooching against your cervix.
Heâs panting, breath shaky as he slows down, rutting shallowly, not allowing himself to be too far from your gummy insides. âT-tell me where you want it,â his voice came out strained, and you could see where his veins were protruding on his neck.Â
Oh. His cum.
His balls were pressed against you, tightening with every passing second. You could feel his dick bobbing against your walls as he was direly trying to stop himself from cumming.Â
You smiled, soft and sweet, as you pressed a hand against your lower tummy, feeling the bulge of where he was nestled inside you.Â
âOh, you already know,â and you were batting your pretty lashes up at him, making his heart stutter. âIsnât that right, daddy?âÂ
And oh, how his broken mind snapped.Â
The next thing you knew, heâs pressing your knees so far up theyâre knocking against your tits, his hulking body leaning over and pressing down into you, chest against chest, until you could feel his warm lips sucking bruises by your ear.Â
And then heâs draaagging his thick cock through your pussy until only the tip is inside you, before snapping his hips forward, forcing his cock the deepest it could go back inside you, spearing you apart, and setting an absolutely cruel, delicious, depraved pace that has his balls bruising your ass and his cock breeching your womb.Â
It goes for what feels like seconds, minutes, hours.
Your legs began to shake at all the sensations, your pussy walls convulsing around him and your ears ringing as you started to see white.Â
And he truly couldnât keep it in any longer.Â
Not when you sounded so hot, with your face scrunched up in the prettiest âoâ and your nails digging crescents into his back as you called his name, begging for his seed.Â
And so he bucked up, his hips flush against yours, locking you into the meanest of mating presses, as his dick lurched, balls scrunching, as he pumped copious amounts of his thick, sticky cum straight into your womb.
And heâs still bucking his hips, through each of your peaks, fucking his cum deep inside you, until your belly was bloated and full of him.
âThattaa girl,â he pressed a warm kiss to your mouth as he fucked you through the last few peaks of your orgasms, gingerly swiping his thumb across your cheek as if you were something precious. âMy girl.â
And later on, as you softly drifted to sleep, with a belly full of his cum and his softening dick still inside you, you could feel his scarred lips pressing light kisses across your face, and the mumblings of something that sounded vaguely too close to âiloveyouâ whispered into your warm skin.
. Ýâ âš . Ý âĄ Ý . âš â Ý.
Five weeks passed, and the Michigan Wolverines were in the midst of the NCAA College Football Championships.
After weeks of non-stop practice, conditioning, strength training, and late-night film recaps, the team of 100-odd men were finally going up against their biggest competitor in the nation.
There was much on the line, but thankfully, Senior Quarterback and Captain, Toji Fushiguro, had quite the good luck charm on his side.Â
Not only did he pass Kinetics (albeit by the skin of his teeth, thanks to you), but he now had a new, fool-proof pre-game regimen (with an even better success rate!).
He still kept his same protein shake recipe.
He still kept his same choice of attire.
But this time around, he needed at least one hour of your undivided attention, with the provision that his cock be buried so deep and raw inside your trembling cunt that you could feel him in your womb.Â
And it was only after intense, depraved, animalistic fucking, with your pussy stuffed full of his gooey cum, and hickies in the shape of a âTâ on your neck, could the 6â4 230 lbs man say with absolute certainty, that this championship was in the god damn bag.Â
. Ýâ âš . Ý âĄ Ý . âš â Ý.
The Wolverines won their final round of the playoffs in a sweeping victory: 52-38.Â
And the star quarterback of the show could not wait to celebrate with you, his pretty lilâ girlfriend.Â
a/n: lmk if u want a part 2! mwah! <3
Homewrecker - T.F.
Synopsis. Six months since youâve broken up with Toji Zenin - hotshot center for the menâs national team, perhaps the most feared man in ice hockey - and youâve moved onâŚsomewhat. Six months since youâve broken up with him, and listen- Toji doesnât mean to be a homewrecker, but heâd totally still wreck that pâahem. Now if only he could get that two-timing boyfriend of yours out of the wayâŚ
Pairing. Toji Fushiguro x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!reader, ice hockey player!Toji, ex-boyfriend!Toji, Winter Olympics AU, exes to Iovers, second chances, ice hockey finals, ice hockey games, jerseys, Naoya cameo, channeling my Naoya hate tbh, fights, sIight vioIence, Toji being in his feels, yearning, pĂşssydrĂşnk Toji, oraI (fem rec.), p talking, p sIapping, P WORSHIP, heâs GONE, heâs better than HIM and he proves it, fĂngering, spĂtting, overstĂm, manhandIing, doggy, Iocker room s, heâs big, making it fit, âteachingâ your p, cervĂx smooches, multiple oâs, heâs JEALOUS, desperate s, rough s, slight marathon, sIight exhĂbitĂonism, needy Toji, FĂRAL Toji, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, proposals, sIight brĂŠeding, happy ending, Shiu cameo heheh, pet names, swĂŠaring.
Word count. 12.1k
A/N. SURPRISE!! Hiiiiiiiiighly request hehehe- inspired by this scrumptious Tiktok by the lovely @/bellursjournal <33
234 fights.
234 won.
Ice hockey wasnât just about the hard-hitting, fast-paced, ice-cold adrenaline that coursed through each and every single player thereâoutreaching like a gale towards the rows of audiences that jumped up in elation. Shivering at the impact of every skate, glide, and punch.
No, ice hockey was also about bringing people together.
And as corny as it may sound, it was part of why Toji loved these games so much. As one, he made them stand. He made them shout. He fired them up until they became immune to the frigidness of Milano Santagiulia Ice Hockey Arena.
So it wasnât exactly out-of-the-ordinary to see a fight start up during one of these games - between players (him especially) and between fans.
What was slightly unusual was to see a fight occur between a player and a fan. Which is exactly what he was watching happen right now.
And even more unusual was just who it was.
Youâarguing with some brute he assumed to be your boyfriend.
TchâŚTojiâs scarred lips curl without him even realizing it. Heâd noticed you the second you stepped into the rink - he always did. The second youâd stepped into his life, the second youâd stepped out of it. It was like this undeniable tug at the pit of his stomach, this rush of victory, this sudden warmth that he couldnât explain - and couldnât quite imitate no matter how many layers he wore.
Not that he would reminisce, of course.Â
Youâd met at one of his gamesâand to this day, no matter how many other matches he played in, he still considers that one of his best. It was in the feeling that you gave him - that game felt different. It was.
His eyes kept drifting to where you sat behind the plexiglass, and his skates have never glided smoother across the ice. It was a win for the records. After the game, Toji himself had been mulling over whether or not he should approach that pretty university student that had been shouting his name throughout the entire game- when you yourself had shyly walked up to him in the fan-signing section.
Steps tentative, a book crushed to your chest.
Youâd asked him for an autograph in that sweet voiceâand heâd scribbled his number out then and there. Media training be damned.
And when heâd asked you who your favorite player was- lo and behold, youâd replied that it wasâŚShiu Kong. He doesnât think heâs laughed louder in his life.
That was also the game that got him on the radars of national team scouts.
Youâd dated for a year. Almost exactly.
And to be transparent, itâs already been six months since the two of you broke up. Over someâŚhonestly, he doesnât even remember properly. He knew it had to do with his updated training regiment and the way heâd been pushing himself during the Olympics drafting season - and because of it, Toji knew he fucked up. He knew he missed dates, missed quality time, missed milestones. Barely came home from the rink.
You didnât even care about that, he thinks. You wanted him to pace himself and take some breaks, he thought that sounded like a nightmare. Eventually, the last straw had been when heâd missed your one-year anniversary, and itâd accumulated into an explosive argument- that, he could remember.
Heâs gotten better since then, he thinks.
But Toji was just about as over it as any man would be over the love of his life- fuck, did he really get his cringe after the break-up? That probably wasnât good for his health. But itâs just thatâŚhe hasnât felt that particular rush of victory ever since you left.
Not even when he was chosen for the official Japanese ice hockey team, not even when they landed in Milan, not even when they progressed to the finals.
But todayâŚ
The fucking finals of the Olympics and he was sitting on the playersâ bench before the game, scouring the stands for but a glimpse of you. The fuck have you done to him?Â
He could feel that surge of warmth, however. As though every fibre of his body had long since attuned to you, wasnât whole without y- fuck off. The point was that you were somewhere here.
And Toji was reminded of those days youâd be sitting in the very first row of his games- front and center, waving a banner with his number, wearing one of his red jerseys. ZENINâit would say on the back. Not one from the merchandise store, of course, though those sold out so fast that even Toji himself wouldnât be able to get his hands on one.
So his eyes slid along the first rows of fans. The turnout was incredible.
Japan vs. the US.Â
And Toji could guise his sudden alertness towards the audience as checking for any distractions in the stands - he didnât want to be off his game during the fucking finals, now, did he? Especially not considering that their newest recruited defense player wasâŚ
But he knew that was bullshit.
Nothing ever threw Toji Zenin off his game.
And yetâŚand yet once he spotted you - seated amongst a clump of blue-wearing supporters on the other side of the rink, right opposite where he sat on the playersâ benches - he couldnât help the sudden jitter that ran through his body. Honestly, he thinks he might just break that streak of (substantiated) overconfidence before a match-
Fuck, how beautiful you were.Â
Just as beautiful as the day he lost you, it makes everything almost move in slow-motion. If this were a movie - and it somewhat feels like one right about now - then the music would swell, and Tojiâs eyes would turn to hearts, and perhaps thereâd be a dance number or two and then a montage of-
Bullshit, bullshit! Toji Zenin wasnât thrown off his game.
Toji Zenin was unaffected by your presence- and the fact that you were wearing a jersey clearly representing the other team. He didnât fucking care.
He didnât. Not even about the fact that you were currently in the middle of a very heated argument with one of the US players. Blond hair. Black tips. Shorter than him. Not even by how close you leaned into him. And Toji doesnât bother to wipe the scowl off of his face as he perks his ears in your direction - one could never be too sure whether you were trading secrets with this e-boy blue-team boyfriend of yours.
You would never, to be clear, but just- just let him fucking evesdrop-
ââcanât believe you would do this to me.â Your voice carries, and the little tremor in your tone makes his eyes widen.
Sure enough, he could see the glimmer of tears in your eyes.
Youâre rising up from your seat slightly, and it draws the attention of fans around you. Seething, âI canât believe you would-â
âShhhhhhhhââ The man has the audacity to bring a finger to his lips and shush, likely louder than you were being in your controlled tone. Trembling, but controlled. His half-blond bangs sway just a little as he looks towards his own team and coaches, then back towards you. âYouâre being crazy right now.â
âIâm being crazy?â Laughing in disbelief. Holding up a phone that seemed to be the other manâs, presumably given to you for safe-keeping during the match. âIâve seen the messages, and you say Iâm being crazy-â
âYou are. Youâre acting hysterical and I need you to calm down.â Toji couldnât see the manâs ugly face, as he had his back turned towards the benches. But he could see every bit of how this particular sentence made your expression crumple- âLook I donât know what you think you saw on those texts, but it isnât what you think it is. Itâs locker talk- I went out with the other players, got some drinks, met some fans andâŚnothing happened with any-â
âYouâre cheating on me-â
âYouâre paranoid.â
Your eyes flash, âBut-â
âYou know I always hate to talk to you like this, baby. I really do.â He reaches up and puts a pale hand on the plexiglass, âBut youâre just being paranoid. And I donât want to call you insecure, but-â
âDonât you dareââ Youâre standing up now.
âSee? This is exactly what I mean.â From the ruffling of his uniform, Toji could tell he was crossing his arms. Oh, how he wished this son of an asshole would turn around right now- just turn around and let him get a good look at what gave him the right. His cruel lips curl just a little bit in a way that just looked so familiar. It makes his blood boil. âYouâre being crazy.â
And Toji sees the exact moment you furl in on yourself. âButâŚâ It makes his fists clench.
Before he knows it, heâs gritting his teeth so hard he tastes metal.
âIâm a hockey player, baby, Iâve gotta network.â With such a tone of finality, he ends offââStop being so hysterical, and maybe we can have a civil conversation after.â The man kicks his blades into the ice and starts to push off, âCheer for me loud during the game. My teammates are going to be watching.â
You donât say a thing.
But he does, âYouâre lucky youâre dating me, yâknow?â
And thatâs when Tojiâs eyes finally fall to the text upon the manâs uniform.
ZENIN.
He knows who it is even before he turnsâand Toji falters. Not out of reconsideration, or anxiety, or fear - but out of the sheer surprise that ah, this was going to be convenient.
Because Toji Zenin knew the bastard - more than he would have liked to.
Naoya Zenin was a part of his past whether he wanted to or not. He was the snot-nosed, bratty second heir to Zenin Industries that would hide behind corners and snicker to himself whenever Toji got caught sneaking out to the arena again. Whenever he was told off for going against Zenin family values - against his duty to become the head of their sport equipment business - by whichever higher-up happened to be feigning for a stress outlet that day.
Short and sweet, Toji Zenin wasnât supposed to become an ice hockey playerâlet alone the fucking best in the country. But he digresses.
And how fucking hilarious was it that the (second) heir to a family so vehemently against Toji becoming an ice hockey playerâŚalso became an ice hockey player? He had an inkling this would happen - when Naoyaâs mean-spirited amusement turned into surveillance attempting to catch him sneaking out of the estate, turned into watching him play at the local arena. Turned into awe.
He knew the boy was stunned ever since the first time he watched Toji play. And he never laughed when Toji was caught after that day.
But it seems that that still hadnât stopped the kid from growing up into a fucking asshole like the rest of them.
He was damn glad heâd escaped from that household the very second heâd gotten an offer from a local team, the Tokyo Ice Bucks. Though a morbid part of him wished heâd stayed just long enough to be there for when Naoya announced that he, too, wanted to become just like their disgraced once-heir. How he wished he couldâve seen the reactions of his high-strung relatives, his uptight family friends, his parents, his councilâthough, seemingly it hadnât worked out too bad for Naoya.
As he climbed up the ranks, heâd heard through the grapevine that his cousin had been sent to some of the most expensive training centers in the world. Ultimately getting signed onto a team in the US (though the hefty sum his family had paid likely helped, but those were just rumors of sports businessâŚ). He also knew that the other man had gotten naturalized recently, getting chosen for the Olympics team. He knew it all.
Toji just didnât know that Naoya would also be your fucking boyfriend.
âMajor scene, eh?â Kusakabe clatters himself down on the bench, slightly winded after a practice run. He fixes the laces on his ice skates, âI saw your ex-girlfriend there, sheâs gotten even more beautiful. She seemed to be arguing with-â
âMhm.â Replying absent-mindedly, Toji stands.
âSomething about cheating- what a fucking bastard. Doesnât deserve her, but then again neither did you.â
âI know.â
And Kusakabe frowns, âDoes she know that sheâs dating your weirdo estranged cousin?â
âNo fuckinâ clue.â
âOiâŚâ Comes the slightly wary tone at Tojiâs swift, dismissive responsesâKusakabe looks up at his teammate. âDonât do something stupid.â
But Toji doesnât answer, too fixated on watching the remains of your argument with Naoya: you sitting down weakly in your chair, looking around to make sure no one notices as you wipe away the tears in your ears before they overspill. He sees red.
He shoots up to a stand.
âOi-â Kusakabeâs more panicked tone echoes across the ice- did Toji already get inside the rink? He was skating on the ice before he even registered it. âOi, fuck-face. Asshat. Tojiââ
But Tojiâs eyes were set on one thing, his ears were listening for the commentator announcing the imminent start of the game.
âToji, donât do something stupid-â
And maybe he was stupid. Because it wasnât for nothing that Toji Zenin was named the most feared man on the ice by The Hockey News just this year. He stood big. He stood tall. He stood unafraid to fight his entire childhood, so why should he be afraid to fight on the ice?
234 fights since the start of his ice hockey career.
234 fights won.
And right now the man wasnât afraid to get blood on his hands, even if it suspended him.
Their coach barks at the rest of the Japanese team to get into position, and itâs a blur as he bends low at the faceoff spot, awaiting the referee to release the puck. Toji Zenin: captain of the Japanese Ice Hockey team.
His eyes shift past the US captain before himâto where Naoya Zenin was lined up as well. And he can see the precise, exact moment that the other man registers- and a shiver courses down his spine.
The puck drops.
It goes to the Japanese team.
Toji swoops the puck using the blade and attacks between the forwards- pitiful, honestly. He could almost let out a slight burst of laughter as he senses the dumbfounded looks on their facesâand yet, he doesnât spare them a single glance backwards as he races between members of the other team. Past center. Past forward.
 A right-winger attempts to steal the puck. Heâs ignoring Kusakabeâs call to pass and toe-dragging around his bland-faced opponent to skate right past. Right winger. Left winger.Â
The forward surpassed yet again.
At the speed of light, screaming audience members meld into one.
All but you.
Youâyouâre all thatâs on his mind as Toji makes it unscathed up to the defense- past left defense.Â
Until heâs left facing the very man he hasnât seen in ten years. Eyes like his, though they were dark and widened in fear - somewhere in the far distance of the stadium, Toji hears one of the commentators make a remark about their relation. He doesnât listen.
He feints the puck slipping out from the leash of his hockey stick for a split-secondâjust long enough for excitement to flicker in Naoyaâs eyes and for his own hand jerk to claim it. Only to smile- hah, you fucking thought.
And Tojiâs slamming at the back of the puck - straight into the net of the goal.
Bursts of cheers and commentary as the Japanese menâs ice hockey team scores the first goal of the Olympic finals. Fans getting up onto their feet. Hands high in the air.
But Tojiâs own curls into a fist that meets Naoya Zeninâs jaw.
The sickening sound of bone crushing against flesh, knuckles - itâs never sounded sweeter in Tojiâs ears. The baffled man is on the floor before he can even register what happened. Thud! Thereâs a gasp that echoes throughout the stadium, before the two-toned man haplessly attempts to get up and get at least one hit in for his own dignityâbut itâs too late, he raises a feeble hand but it falls. Meanwhile Toji pummels punch after punch.
Hard enough that it makes the ice floor shudder.
Long enough that the referee glides over and their team starts surrounding them.
Naoyaâs now spread-eagle on the floor and sobbing for mercy, which Toji genuinely didnât hear - he genuinely didnât. Couldnât. His ears were ringing and his eyes were seeing red- no, they were seeing that vision of you wiping away your tears.
His prominent knuckles met the swoops and structure of Naoyaâs face, features that he canât deny make him wonderâŚdid you see Toji in him? The proud slash of his mouth. The high cheekbones of the Zenins.
It made something twist within him to think that not only might you have seen Toji in him- but then he wouldâve betrayed you as such. As if Toji ever would.
Naoya made you cry.
He couldnât beat this fucker harder.
It takes four of his own teammates to pull him off.
And by then, even the commentators had stopped speaking, the audience watching in a mix of interest and horror. Their hands on their mouths. Toji staggers onto his feet and yet his hands were still clenched - still twitching as though he was in the middle of the fight.
Kusakabeâs nails dig into his skin even through those thick uniforms, and heâs muttering something in his ear about the referee and a five-minute timeout. But Toji doesnât care.
Toji isnât looking at the referee, or the coach, or any of his teammates.
He turns his head over his shoulder to look at youâ
You with your mouth agape, your eyes fixated reciprocatively on him, your blue jersey taken off to reveal your normal clothes underneath. There was a slight tremor in your body as you take in your ex-boyfriend, Toji.Â
Victorious from beating up your cheating boyfriend.Â
And the black-haired man can only smirk.
He tastes iron, and itâs only then that he realizes he had a nosebleed. Dripping from his left nostril and down across his lips, his garish grin; not from a single thing Naoya did, of course - that fucker hadnât even gotten a single hit inâŚToji was almost reconsidering whether the bastard was a Zenin at all - but perhaps from his teammates fighting against his fighting, perhaps from his sheer anger, perhaps just from looking at you for the first time in six months.
Even from here, he could see the slightest snippet of your bra strap peeking out from underneath your t-shirt.
It was the Japanese national ice hockey team red.
Or more like, Toji Zenin red.
He smirks even wider.
.
.
.
Needless to say, Naoya Zenin was carried out of the game in a stretcher.
Toji didnât feel any regret about it - not even a single speck. His penalties still applied as well- for about five minutes before he was back to kicking ass in the finals. Metaphorically, this time.Â
He was about to show them why exactly heâd become the captain of the national team in such a short time.
And he could take on whatever shit they were commenting about a âfamily feudâ and a âbeau stuck in the middleâ (who the hell even told them that? He was sure it mustâve been that loudmouth Kusakabe) if onlyâŚevery time he circled the perimeter of the rink, he could see that smile of yours through the plexiglass screen. No banner with his name, but still cheering him on in a sea of blue.
Also needless to sayâJapan won gold at this yearâs Olympics for menâs ice hockey.Â
The celebrations were overpouring - streamers, confetti, fans attempting to jump their way into the rink. This was about tenfold the intensity of celebrating any local game theyâd won, and yetâŚhis eyes were anywhere but on the commentators, the audience, the teammates that were huddling around him.Â
Toji was turning his dazed head left and right- only attempting to find you.
âWe wonââ Kusakabe yelled out at him, giving him a hefty thump on the back and pulling the man into his embrace. âWe fucking won, you asshat-â
âWe did.â Tojiâs lips felt parched. He couldnât see a single sign of you through the chaos. âI think.â
They - meaning the rest of the team, with their captain tacked-on and looking slightly astray ever since he lost sight of you - celebrated for the pictures, for the podium. They celebrated on the ice and off it.
Eventually, the celebrations extended past the rink and towards their locker rooms. It was a sprawling room thatâd been especially constructed; white walls and wood-panelled furnishings, even whiter ceilings that gloried down even more spotless racks for each, swathing the end of the room in a semi-circular fashion. It was where they kept their helmets and their jackets, took them off like armor after such a win. Towards the other end of the chamber were the stalls where they showered, large enough to house a small group in each of them, with benches of clean wood.
The tile beneath was colorless except for five familiar rings intertwined, spreading their wings from one end of the locker room where the showers wereâand down to the benches where the celebration had bled out.Â
The players had long since filtered out to celebrate with food and family, except for one particular captain of which he had no family visiting. But also because he was getting his final warnings on pulling such a stunt like thatâŚ
ââI have no idea what-â Coach Shiu Kong peers through his stern eyebrows at the man seated on the bench, his head bowed low. â-or who triggered you to start enforcing like that, but know that you are walking on very thin ice.â
If Toji hears the other man - his best friend - then he doesnât show any sign of it.
âTheir defender practically needed to be hospitalized.â Shiu sighs, âI donât give a shit if you beat the boy up, but keep it within guidelines. I overheard some of the officials discussing whether we shouldâve given you a much tougher penalty.â
At that, Toji flinches.
âA much tougher penalty.â
Being a player himself not too long ago, however, Shiu could understand the other man somewhat. And he knows the captain would do it all again.Â
Gladly.
Toji remains silent, and Shiu pinches the bridge of his nose. âLook- youâre lucky you got off with a five-minute penalty this time. Insanely lucky. Next time youâre not gonna be so lucky, so I suggest you keep your fists to yourself.âÂ
âTchâŚâ Their star player wrinkles his nose and looks away.
To which Shiu claps him on the shoulder, âLook, you did good out there.â Looking closely at the other man, âAnd I know the girl- Iâve seen her around practice when you used to bring her, before she stopped coming around. Gorgeous. But keep your head on straight.â
One final clap. âYou did good.â
Before he, too, leaves.
The locker doors swing behind him. And then there was one.
As the celebrations raged on outside, Toji doesnât know how long he spends sitting on that bench - thinking to himself. About what? Everything and anything. He couldnât quite pinpoint one thought before it flowed into the next one, and even then just as heâd register itâsuddenly it was speeding into the next. Aqueous.Â
But one thing was for sure, they were all about you.
You.
You.
You.
Knock-knock-knock.
Who the hell knocks on locker room doors?
Slightly bemused and perhaps wondering whether this was a paparazzi hoping for a good shot, Toji leans back in his seat and lets the knock reverberate. He doesnât answer before the doors are clicking open, and a set of footsteps ring across the vast, dampened chamber - a set of footsteps that heâs memorized far better than his own heartbeat.
It was you.
This realization doesnât damper his shock a single bit as your head peeks âround the tiled corner. Breathing out an exhale of relief as you realize that heâs the only one there, youâre revealing yourself properly in his line of vision now.
âOh, good.â And your voice- fuck, even your voice doesnât feel real. It echoes slightly in the space, and makes you sound even more dream-like in Tojiâs ears. âI didnât feel like walking in here and seeing an eyeful of ice hockey dick.â
âThink about ice hockey dick a lot?â Theyâre the first words out of Tojiâs mouth to you in six months, and suddenly he feels like banging his head against a wall.Â
âYou mean Naoya?â Your nose crinkles in distaste, and he feels like spitting. âHell noââ He feels like laughing. âI told him weâre breaking up the second he got put on that stretcher.â
He startles himself with a guffaw, âAs the bastard was being carried off?â
âAs the bastard was being carried off.â Youâre nodding, before awkwardly shifting on your feet. âIâm sorry.â
One of his brows raise, âFor what?â
âI didnât know he was your cousin. I just thought the last name was a coinci-â
âNah- forget about it.â Waving off one hand - roughened with so many years of training, of holding a hockey stick as though a lifeline - in your direction. âNo harm done, girlie. Guess that jusâ means you have a type- though obviouslyâŚâ Toji stabs a finger in his direction, â-Iâm the handsome one of the family.â
âAs humble as ever, I see.â You tease.
âAlways.â He shrugs in a nonchalant attempt, though his green eyes kept straying to you. âYou look good.â
Youâre meeting his eyes slowly. âYou look good, too.â
And whatever he sees in your expression makes him gulp. âFuck-â He whispers underneath his breath, reaching up and rubbing the burning back of his head. âNow, not that I mind ya being in the menâs locker room butâŚâ
âO-oh.â You jump slightly, as though just now reminded of your objective. âI wanted to thank you.â
Heâs taken aback. âHuh?â
âForâŚwell not that I condone violence buuuutââ Averting your gaze from his, âI wanted to- thank you.â
âY-yeah.â Breathless, âNo harm done. The fucker didnât deserve you anyway.â
âOh yeah?â Thereâs a slightly challenging look in your eyes now, âI wonder who did.â
Toji Zenin then stands from his seat, and youâre taking a half-step back as if youâd forgotten just how much the athlete towered. His shoulders had gotten broader since the last time you saw him, fitting out the shape of his brand-new uniform snugly. His biceps bulkier. His hips more defined. His face more ruggedly handsome. His sage eyes sharperâand currently locked in on youâŚ
âTo be quite honestâŚâ Toji starts, a slightly husky timbre to his tone, âI donât think anyone did.â
You jut your chin up in defiance, âI disagree.â
âClearly the current dating pool isnât good enough if you ended up dating fucking Naoya of all people.â And was that a silent seething you could hear in his tone? âNever would I blame you for what he did, girlie. Never. Iâm just wondering what the hell attracted you to him in the first place.â
And your handâs reaching up to touch him- âI haveâŚI have no idea.â
âBecause donât you know what you deserve?â His large right hand reaches out to cup your cheek tenderly- before heâs gliding it to the back of your neck and squeezing you meanly. âTell me.â He tightens his fist and makes you look up properly at him, âTell me what you deserve.â
To which youâve just finished grabbing onto his red jersey. Tugging him to youâyouâre walking backwards and dragging your ex-boyfriend with you. âSomeoneâŚhandsome.â
He grins, âMhmmmm?â Fingers tap-tap-tapping the cute column of your throat. âAnd what else?â
âSomeone big nâ strong.â Step by step, you head towards the nearest vertical surface you can remember - one of those wooden partitions that separated the shower stalls from the changing area. âSomeone really good at hockey.â
âHeh-â He fails to hide the glint in his eyes, âAnd?â
âSomeone sweet, though he pretends not to be.â Giggling at his huff, âSomeone interesting. Someone that opens up. Someone that wonât give up.â
âAnd?â
âSomeone filthy rich-â
âHeh, gold-digger.â
âSomeone that can change for the better for me.â
Itâs with a quiet thudâ! that youâre hitting the partition now- taking Toji with you. He braces himself with a large arm pressed on the area above your head, and from here you can ogle every single muscle, vein, and twitch.
Every single scorched pant as he leans in.
Blinking up at him, your heart races at the question you were about to ask. âSomeone thatâll fuck me right?â
He smirks and you swear you can feel it against your mouth. âWhy the question mark, doll?â
And then his lips are on yours.
Rushing. Ravenous. Famished.
Toji massages his scarred lips against yours, smacking at the taste of that dewy cherry lipgloss you had on. And he doesnât hesitate for a single second before letting the tip of his tastebuds draaaaaaaag right down that gloss, humming. âMissed this taste.â He trails his right hand up to rest against the edge of your chinâwidening the gap between your pretty lips nâ swiping his eager tongue in. Hot and open-mouthed.
Kissing you so filthy.
Toji fucking groans something feral as his tongue slips even deeper, reclaiming those velvety spots inside you. And as he feels your mouth water, feels your hips start to squirm, the ice hockey player canât help but chuckle.Â
Lifting his left hand off of the wooden surface to run down your front, managing you away from the partition and inside the stall. Youâre walking blindly backwards, being led by solely his hands - nothing inside but the showerhead above and the wide open space. Toji pushes you against the cold tile and kisses you even more ferventlyââMissed how wet sheâd get just from kissing me.â
Cupping your pussy through your short, short skirt.
âIs she purring already?â
You gasp, âYou canât just say that-â
âWhat was that?â Toji cocks his head in near-innocent confusion, âCanât hear you over her congratulations.â
âYou fucking-â
The next thing youâre seeing is enough to knock the wind out of your lungs - and the words. And itâs not because of anything Toji says, itâs not because of his expressions or his gestures, or even the way he rubs the mountains of his palm against your clothed pussyâitâs because of the way he doesnât hesitate before letting his knees hit the tiled ground with two deep thuds.
Fucking kneeling before you.
Toji throws your non-dominant leg over his shoulder, and bores up at you with half-lidded eyes. Heavy. Darkened with arousal- he wanted you so fucking bad.
He was a man deep in thirst.
In a single motion, the hockey player flips your skirt up nâ tucks the hemline into your waistband.Â
Itâs almost as if heâs in a daze - as if heâs hypnotized - as he brings his face closer to your throbbing core. Where your pussy was nearly beating out of your red pantiesâbefore Toji flares his nostrils and gives that dampened spot on your panties a gooooood sniff. âMmm, sâlike coming home.â Your mouth gapes as you wonder whether he even realized what he was saying- was it possible to even act so starved? So animalistic? Open-mouthed, he breathes out a scorching hot pant that makes your legs shake. âShitâshit, shit shit-â
âWhat?â You squeak out inâwell, perhaps in surprise, perhaps because of the way your ex-boyfriend doesnât waste a second more before nudginâ your legs apart and sticking his nose right between your clothed slit. Slurp!Â
And his mouth merely opens with a gasp.
With a groan.
A sudden jolt courses through the hockey captainâs muscular body. And before you know it- before Toji himself knows it, heâs clasping onto either side of your hips and draaaagging your pussy all down his face.Â
All across every handsome feature of his. It doesnât matter if you still have panties on, heâs gaping his dampened maw wide open and saaaaalivating across every nook nâ cranny he could reach. That cute crevice of your pussylips growing even wetter as you start to feel his nosebridge rub uuuup and down, uuuup and down- up and down.Â
Gurgling those sweetened wads of slick at the back of his throat as he ebbs himself even closer- âOh my god, pretty girlâŚâ And for a second there, you think heâs talking to youâonly to find Toji pulling away with a squelch! of fabric. His half-lidded eyes remain fixated between your legs, and that sinful mouth of his glistens eagerly with your juices. âFuck, oh my god-â
âWh-what is it?â Youâre squealing out, despite fully knowing that heâs talking to your pussy by now. Just your pussy.
And Toji croons upwards, his glazed eyes flickering towards you. âYour sorry excuse of a boyfriend doesnât eat you out, does he?â
You gape.
How the fuck did he know?
âBecause she told me- duh.â Toji rolls his verdant eyes as though the answer shouldâve been obvious - the answer to a question you clearly donât remember asking. Out loud, at least.
AlthoughâŚyour mind isnât clear at all.
Itâs so clouded by the way he massaged the top of your folds with his tongue. Those rugged, textured tastebuds flicking aaaaaall over your outer lips, dipping into the outline created by your slit. In and out. In and out.
Itâs as though he was already attempting to fuck you through your damn panties- perhaps the only thing holding him back right now. Toji taps the flattened surface of his tongue across your sopping slit once heâs completely sure heâs slurped up every ounce of you there was to slurp-
âCan you hear her?â He utters hoarsely. And he doesnât even need to wait for your response - Toji surges in once more in a way that was almost uncontrollableââSheâs purrinâ so much- heh.â
Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the cloying, clingy taste.
You were just so weeeeeet and warm.
âSheâs been so neglected. Poor pussy.â
âOhââ Your mouth drops.
And thatâs the last thing youâre managing out before Toji tucks the rounded tip of his finger beneath your ruined red panties, making it snap- once before tugginâ them aside and spitting. Letting the vertical line of saliva lubricate you a bit more for him to swab his tongue everywhere and anywhereââShe- she hasnât been tasted like this in aaaaages.â
âI havenât, I havenât-â You sob.
That pointed chin of his plasters against your cunt, nearly hitting the back. And Tojiâs pushed up so deeply against your pussylips that youâre wondering whether he even has the space to breathe- crushing his face between your folds. What was that saying about big noses? âShe hasnât been tongued the way she likes it.â
Wrenching your head off of where itâd been rested against the cold tile wall. âH-huh?â
With a growl, youâre shocked as his four thick fingertips come slamminâ down on your pussy. âPay attention, doll.â And heâs juuuuust nudging aside your sensitive folds to lap up the sap leaking between them. Feeling that cute orifice of your hole that was just clenchinâ around him, âShe hasnât been tongued the way I know she likes it. Dirty girl.â
And youâre shivering as the very first inch of his girthy muscle slips inside your entrance. âFuh-fuuuuck-â
âShe hasnât been tasted like she deserves.â He pants out between rovering movements with his head now, baaaaaack and forth. Baaaaack and forth. Faster each time. Deeper each time. âShe hasnât been spat on. She hasnât even been fingered-â
âFuh-fuuuuck, nghâyes.â Youâre keening out, your voice crackling dangerously. âI mean no- no, he didnât.â
Feeling the leer of his lips against your other ones, something almost cruel to their shape. âI know.â His severe timbre - mixed with the scrape-scrape-scrape of those textured tastebuds inside you - make you see stars. No warningâand heâs reaching up to plaster the crown of his thumb against your throbbing clit. âAnd Iâll fuckinâ kill him for it.â
Without thinking much of it, youâre grabbing onto a handful of his jet-black hair and bowing your body forwards. âTojiââ
âLook at her.â
As though he wasnât even hearing you right now- Tojiâs eyes were widened, his voice slightly breathy. Both of his hands were positioned on either side of your cunt nâ spreading your puffy pussylips apart. âFucking look at herâŚâ
Tojiâs tone was trembling.
Tojiâs tone was wrecked.
And youâve never seen the man knot his dark brows like this- as though he was at the feet of a shrine and worshipping you with looooong, deep thrusts into your wet cavern.
So watching him between your legs like this- you already knew that Toji was a ravenous eater from your relationship. But to hear him be so desperate?
You couldnât help the next words that fall from your mouth, âN-Naoya always thought it was emasculating to-â
Thereâs a brief squelch then a smack!
Heâs tugging his hands away from your stinging clit, before kissing all over it. Sucking. It made your knees weeeak to feel him unabashedly press up against your pulsing nub as he thrusted his tongue inside - sniffing, moaning, breathing you in. âHow can ya have a pussy like thisâŚâÂ
Letting his jaw droop even further open as he presses the tip of his tongue inside, swabbinâ into every geysering orifice. âHowâ?â Heâs massaginâ your tight walls apart from one another, accelerating with every soft gasp youâre letting out. âHow can ya have a pussy like this nâ not just fucking drown yerself in it?â
Youâre bucking off of the frigid tile, leaking out a few more dewdrops of slick.
He moans as he watches that bead of translucence exit from your hole nâ cascade between your legs- âSome men die of thirst whilst others fucking- fuck, fist their cock to the thought of this pussy every night.âÂ
Excitement zips down your spine as you realize heâs talking about himself- every night? For six months straight? âEvery-â
âEvery night.â Toji affirms. âSix months straight. I thought about how many times Iâd make you cum on my tongue.â
âShitââ Heâs then fucking your poor hole battered, harder than the strokes he had before. Those were just to fit the first few inches of him inside, these were to make your velvety pussy feel him.
âEvery fuckinâ night. I missed this pussy sooooooââ Spitting. â-much. Every night, I thought about how much my poor girl must be missinâ me. Every night, I thought about how much better sheâd taste than any sweet dessert in the world.â
âTojiââ Your whines rattle through the locker room. âShit, it feels so good-â
âAnd itâs the fuckinâ least she deserves.âÂ
Without any further warning, Toji then slides the larger end of his thumb between your sopping wet slit. Collecting a few wads of your clingy juices, heâs pushing it back inâ
âFuck, sheâs so tight.â He whispers underneath his breath, nose crinkling at the way your gooey walls immediately rush to clench around him. His tip being engulfed by the warmth. Not only were you sucking him in, but those cutely trembling hips of yours were jerkinâ off the wall expecting more, more, more- âShe hasnât been fucked properly in a whileâŚâ
And before you can even register it, heâs removing his thumb with a wettened plop! Rapidly replacing it with his lengthy middle finger, his index.
Scissoring those scouring tips open inside you.
Swabbing them into those ridges nâ sweet spots.
Letting them jostle against one another and against your most tender areas-
Fuck, youâre throwing your head back.
Those thoroughly thick fingers of his kept filling you up so much more than his tongue did, and youâre gnawing down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from making too much noiseâeven more than you already were. In and out. In and out.
How you missed the pleasurable burn of him stuffinâ you.Â
The way it sends carnal shockwaves up your spine- especially every time he pushes past the shy squeezes of your first ring of muscle. The first restraint.Â
âT-TojiâŚâ Youâre wailing out in that pretty tone that makes his ears perk up immediately, âPleaseââ Your hips rut upwards, âSo close toâŚâ
âTch- dâyou even have to ask?â
And you didnât think that Toji Zenin was ever the type to forget anything to do with your cunt, did you? Did you?Â
Because this wasnât his first damn rodeo: you best believe that the first time Toji ever had the chance to feel you clenchinâ around his fingers, he took the time to memorize every nook and cranny inside. Heâd mapped it all out.
Heâd drilled it straight into his brain that if he quirked his fingers juuuuust so to feel the spongy depths of your roof- then shovelled his fingers along that pathwayâŚjuuuuust so. Heâd be greedily swallowed up until his joints, and itâd only take a few more vulgar thrusts for him to locate that special bundle of nerves inside of you.
The one that made you see stars. The one that made you call his name out loud enough for the neighbors to hear-
âHehâŚâ He dares crack a smirk, âAnd he hasnât found this spot yet, right?â
And right now, your prettily cracking whine was echoing across every corner of the locker room. âT-Tojiââ Heâd found your g-spot. Reeling his slick-glazed fingers back just enough to roughly push and push, to dig his rounded fingertips against that throbbing area. Constantly. âRight there- k-keep going. Right there-â
âHeh- keep going? You seriously ever thought Iâd stopâ?â The captain of the national theme looks genuinely baffled youâd asked, disbelieving of the words. Him? Stopping when youâre completely begging for him not to? âDoll, Iâd rather fuckinâ die than let this pretty pussy down.âÂ
And with that said, Toji wraps his swollen lips around your clit once more.
He was stimulating you with twice the blissful waves now- once with his fingers probing into you and pinpointing each sensitive nerve inside you. The other through the wet smacks! of his lips, latching onto your knobbly clit and sucking as though the sweetest candy in the world.
You watch as Tojiâs handsome cheeks hollow out because of his suctioning. His pretty pink lips were all glossed over with layers of your sploshinâ cunt, rolling drunkenly over that nub.
âI need you to cum on my tongue.â The black-haired man sputters against your wet, treacly cuntâhis breaths becoming more nâ more ragged by the second. Tone thick, âI need you to cum on my fuckinâ tongue so bad-â
âMâso closeââ Youâre using the leverage you have on his sweaty bangs to tug him in even deeper- not that Toji could go even deeper.
But he smirks at your sheer desperation and you can feel the formulation of his expression against your sodden pussy. And thatâs when your panties are being properly ripped off your hips- straight off. Clean. With his teeth. As you buck and gasp, heâs spitting out the useless lace remnants into his left hand and snakinâ it between his legs.
And youâre not quite sure - you canât see beyond his hunched core - what Tojiâs doing with that particular treasure. But by the way his biceps suddenly flex as though gripping something, by the way he lets out a sudden grooooooan deep into your pussy- you can already guess.
Tojiâs sculptured arm starts flying up and down at a rapid pace.
In the same sloppy, striking cadence as heâs fuckinâ his tongue between your soft pussylips. He jerks himself off furiously, a thin line of sweat drizzling down his forehead the more, and more, and more-
âToji, babyââ Youâre whimpering out, tugging on his shaggy strands a bit to make him look at you. âMâgonna cum- so donât stop, mâkay?â
âHas-â Panting out a murky breath, âHas he ever made you cum before?â
To which youâre almost embarrassed to shake your head, âN-noâŚâ
âCanât believe heâd- fuck.â Toji grumbles, his thick brows marrying together. Those sharp canines of his make an appearance as he snarls, âMâgonna kill that bastard. Mâgonna fucking kill him-â Slapping the velvety underside of his tongue down-down-downââBut first mâgonna make you cum.â
And since the last time you saw him, Toji Zenin has learned to keep his promises. And heâs proving it.
Which is why it takes only a few more vicious strikes at the very bottom of your pussy - at the very target of your g-spot - for you to throw your head back nâ start shaking with your orgasm. The white-hot pleasure coursing through your every blood vessel makes you cry out, so much better than you remembered.
This wasnât the same as idly prodding yourself with your vibrator while your boyfriend wasnât home.
This makes you buck. This makes you gasp. âC-cummingââ Your thoughts coming belated to you as youâre riding out Toji Zeninâs handsome face, elongating your high on the prominent curve of his nose or the puffiness of his lips. âCumming, Toji, shitâŚsâthe best itâs ever felt.â
âUh-huh?â He murmurs up wetly at you. âOnly the best for mâgirl.â
âYour girl?â And that makes something within you tremor almost as much as your orgasm.
âShhhhh, and ride out your orgasm-â Heâs talking you through those soaring peaks of your high - incredible.Â
Because not only was Toji curving his fingertips just right against your g-spot, but he smirked against your clit and gently bit down on that nub.
Youâre flinching upwards- never having experienced something so strong. At least, not in six months.
And it seems like forever before your high passes - not that you were complaining. That orgasm left you all heated and raw, feeling so wound-up that you honestly thought a mere brush of Tojiâs fingers would be enough to get you cumming again.
Your overwhelming wave of pleasure is just barely finished before Toji stands up to his full height again.
Blinking away the tears in your eyes, youâre looking up at him. The slightly-dimmed lights of the locker room created the effect of a halo around his head- how ironicâŚbecause the way heâd made out with your pussy made you think of Toji to be someone from quite the opposite realm.
But you donât get to comment on that right now.
No- you were too busy watching slack-jacked as he tugs off his national team jersey.Â
And youâd already seen Toji shirtless before - of course, you have. Youâve already seen him in every state there was to see himâbut itâs seeing him after so long that really makes your cunt twitch. Your eyes sweep across his broad shoulders, those toned pecs with a certain familiarity- you note that he still had that unruly line of his happy trail. It was deep black in color, a ruggedly handsome look to it as it started off at his abs then snaked all the way down, down, downâŚ
His chiselled abs. His slightly-tanned skin.
The only real difference that you couldâve pointed out was that Toji, in fact, seemed a littleâŚbigger than you remembered him. Bulkier. Beefier. Broader around his arms and his pecs.
And perhaps that was in part to do with memory- but more likely it was that his new training regiment with the national team had been serving him well. Very well.
And his cock, fuck, his cockâŚ
Toji hadnât fully exposed himself as he jerked off whilst eating you out- but it was more than enough. Just enough of his black hockey pants getting nudged downâthey stuck around his meaty upper-thighs, and youâre left starinâ at the thiiiiick throbbing cock in-between.
Toji was big. Toji was hard. Toji was so reddened at the tip of his bulbous shaft that you wondered whether it must be painful-
You hadnât forgotten just how big he is, had you?
But you swear Toji had been around seven or eight inches the last time youâdâŚseen him all those months ago. But this? This was about nine- fuck, if you pulled out a ruler than you wouldnât be surprised if he was around even ten inches.Â
Perhaps that was just your imagination refusing to concede that your ex was the largest youâve ever had. The best, too.
Thickened so much that it made your legs squeeze. Covered in veins from underneath his reddish tip, and aaaaaaaaall the way down to his tanned base.Â
Those hefty balls of his clenched at your attention, and youâre both thinking at the same time that he mustâve really missed you.
Toji reaches his right hand up to his face and spitsâslithering it down to give his aching erection a good tug. That mere touch was enough to make him ooze out a few more droplets of pre, capping the top of his crowned tip as though the prettiest glaze.
He has to cough ever-so-slightly to rip your attention away from his cock.
Even then, you could barely keep your eyes off of your ex-boyfriend as he turned his hockey jersey the right way. About to throw it over his shoulder whenâhe looks at you and seemingly gets an idea.
âOff, doll.â
And suddenly itâs a blur of hands and grabbing - Tojiâs pulling your own clothes off, ultimately leaving you in absolutely nothing. He tucks those remnants of your panties in his pants pockets, and tugs your head through the holes of the jerseyâ
âY-youâre making me wear this?â Youâre babbling out stupidly as he steps back to admire his work, âAnd only this?â
Toji lets out a low whistle, âFuck, yeah.â Before gesturing for you to twirl- âNow turn around nâ put your hands on the wall- hah, I want to see my name on you while I fuck you.â
Nevermind the fact that technically this was his last name, as well.
But that didnât matter - never would. These were Tojiâs colors, Tojiâs number.
And right now, it was Tojiâs fat- aching cock that was making your pussylips bulge apart. Slowly and sensually.
He mightâve been ravenous when he was tasting you for the first time in six months - but Toji was taking his goooood time filling up your driveling orifice. Stuffing back the beads of slick that kept on spraying out of you, letting his pointed tip stretch your entrance out.
Heâs letting his breath hitch as he reels his hips back a bit, pushing his twitching cock iiiiiiiiiinside and then out. Iiiiiiiiiinside and then out.
Baaaaack and forth.
Baaaaack and forth.
That ruddied roundness of his cockhead gets stuck between your lips, and Tojiâs brows furrow- he attempts to pull out. He really does.
But youâre just gobbling him up so damn greedily- inch by fucking inch. That he canât help but arch his toned hips against yours- soothing the globes of your ass cheeks a bit before Toji gives a nice, honed thrust. Pointed deep towards the back of your pussy.
Though he isnât getting that far with your snug channel.
âO-ohââ The captain groans out as heâs sucked in deep, push by fuckinâ push. The intrusion of his girth makes its way âround your first ring of tight fuckinâ muscle - slotted between your legs and enough to leave your knees weak with only a few shallow thrusts.
Tojiâs having such fun holding onto the side of your waist- eventually moving to hook âround your pretty thighs when it seemed as though you were going to collapse.
His pretty girl, so desperate to take him that you canât even stand.
âFuck, you feel so good.â He breathes out, scorching breath gusting down the curvature of your spine. âFuck, my girlâs pussy feels so goodââ
âToji-â And for the first few of his semi-thrusts, youâre letting your eyes roll to the back of your head. But thereafter youâre jerking your hips back in desire for more, craving all those carnal itches inside of you satisfied by Tojiâs thick cock. âN-need it.â
Toji opens his mouth to tease - youâre sure of it - but at that very moment youâre using your velvety walls to give him a thorough clench that makes him break off into a groan. âThis pussyâs been so hungry fâme, hm?â
Shivers wracking through your entire body. âY-yes-â
âHe didnât fuck you like he shouldâve, hm?â
âHe didnâtâfuck.â
âAlways wished it was your- heh, ex beside you, huh?â
Tearily, youâre looking back at him with an expression of sheepish guilt. âYesâŚâ
âOhââ And the mere fact that you said that - your mere answer - is enough for the towering man to hunch his body into yours. To buck his hips into you like an animal.
It wasnât even planned.
Just an instinctual movement to graze his dribbling tip against the very forefront of your womb- Toji lets his cockhead pulse inside you for a moment before starting to fuck you again. Slightly speedier, slightly deeper.Â
Slightly rubbinâ the line of his flared ridge against your dewy insidesâit made the manâs balls clench to watch the way youâd drip nâ suction around him. You were fucking thinking of him? Just as much as he was thinking of you? âSo this pussy has been greedy fâme.â As if to prove his point, heâs easing in just a few more puckered inches to swipe the front of his burning divot against your spongy cervix. âHow many times have you touched yerself to the thought of me?â
âI-Iââ It takes you a sudden slap on your pussylips to realize that he was genuinely waiting for an answer.Â
âHow many times?â Toji gasps between his clenched canines, Adamâs apple bobbing in fervor. âAnd donât lie to me, girlie- I know sâbeen more than once.â
âSo many times-â Just the most sultry scrape against your g-spot- the sensation of Tojiâs pulsating cockhead pressing on those nerves feels so good. Good enough to reveal your secrets, your hazy brain seems to think. âT-too many times to count-â
âFuck.â He has to gnaw down on his bottom lip to keep himself from cumming too soon. Too fast. If anything, he wasnât going to be like that (likely) two-pump chump boyfriend of yours.
Which is why the older man finds himself smearing his left hand over your pussylips once more- this time, however, it wasnât to place a mean spank. It was to spread those folds open and roll his fingertips over your neglected clit. âDirty girl. And h-how many times have you cum just from the thought of me?â
âAll of those times, Toji.â The constant rhythmic nudginâ of your favorite spot was enough to leave your mind absolutely shattered by this point in time. âAll those times Iângh, can only cum if itâs you.â
âOh?â Fuckâfuck, fuck, fuck. D-donât even fuckinâ sayâŚâ He reaches down and slams his hand against your clit once more - partly to take his mind off of those sinful words you were babbling, partly out of punishment for exactly those. And if you were in any better state of mind, then youâd have marvelled at the fact that youâd just made Toji Zenin sound damn starstruck. Just with your pussy. âDonât even fuckinâ say that shit.â
He leans over you and nuzzles his cheek against your own.
Scarred lips muttering into your ear, âI know sheâs been- fuck, needing me just as much as I need her.â Theyâre kissing down your sweaty temple for a few seconds before sinking his teeth into your ear lobe, âI know sheâs been fuckingâdreaming of me, wishing for me, fantasizing about me, getting so fuckinâ aroused at just the thought of me that- hah, locker rooms like these were a problem.â
Blinking the tears away from your eyes, âW-waitâŚâ
âOr maybe that was just me.â Toji finishes off. Though he really didnât have to for you to realize that heâd been talking about himself the entire time.
Toji had been craving you these past six months.
Desiring you.
Fucking his fist and his pillows at the thought that - perhaps one day - heâll have you underneath him like this again.
And perhaps thatâs why there was a strange reverence to everything he did. Something jittery at his fingertips, something that made him hold you a little tighter - as though to make sure that you were really real.
Heâs looping both strong arms around your tremoring figure and gluing you to his toned front. There, you were being massaged after each rub nâ puuuuuull of his vein-decorated cock down your swallowing insides. Hand still reaching downwards.
Toji lets out the most lecherous slurps once he still manages to loop his hand between your sodden pussylips nâ toy with your clit. Finger pinching. Thumb rolling. Just by how sensitive you were - still getting re-used to the sultry sensation of someone elseâs hand upon your nub - he knew that that damn Naoya wasnât properly lovinâ on this part of you, either.
And it makes his blood boil just as it did on the rink today.
His fingers move on top of your clit at an almost frenzied pace- back arching, head throwing back.Â
Naturally, your lips spread wide open to let out an echoing moanâbut itâs too late. Tojiâs already leaning in and replacing it with a dollop of his sweetened saliva, âYeahâŚâ He looks down at you as though you were a dream, âM-maybe that was just me- fuck, but I have one question, doll.â
âYesâ?â Sobbing out.
âHave you everâŚâ Almost as if it was a precious secret, meant to be between the two of you and the locker room, Toji leans down to whisper against your ear. â-imagined me while he was fucking you?â
Your jaw drops.
Your cunt twitches.
And Toji feels the flooding of your walls with arousal- itâs splashinâ either side of his cylindrical girth. One that was probing and pushingâand speckling every sweet spot inside you with his sap, Toji was fucking you as though he was furious with you.
Long, hard pummels of his hips.
Hard enough that the skin surrounding his pelvis area was reddened.
Long enough that your mind was already completely muddled - filled with only the probinâ pressure of his plump cockhead. Pointing against the cute button of your g-spot once moreââYes.â You whisper.
And if there was anything - anything - that could make the Toji Zenin falter, then it wouldâve been this. Because for two split-seconds youâre feeling the constant sloppy scouring of your innards pause- before itâs resuming harder than ever.
Before heâs fully bottomed-out now and slamming against the gooey depths of your womb.
Before youâre cumming from just that single thrust-
âY-yesâ?â Even Tojiâs voice shatters on the repetition of your answer - and heâs looking down at you with his deep, probing eyes. âYou- you thought about m-me fucking you when you were still with that bastard?â
You turn around at the amused disbelief in his voice, and nod. âAlways thought about you, Toji.â Youâre not blind to the way this particular sentence makes the other man flinchââEvery time. He mustâve thought that- ngh, he was the one making me feel good this whole time but it was- oh. It was you.â
âAnd itâŚfelt good?â
âSo good-â
Unsure what to say - unsure what to even do- Toji merely leans down and bites the tender side of your throat. Sure for anyone to see past your collar.
Claimed.
You squeal as youâre fucked through your second high of the night, âA-always youâToji.â Though loooooong and rugged smooches of his tip, perfectly pointed to graze your ridges inside and ultimately end up on the g-spot.Â
Tears bursting to your eyes. Hands slipping with sweat along the tiles.
Toji pulls you even deeper into his embrace - grabbing ahold of your neck with his free hand, the other reaching down to pinch your clit in short, staccato pulses. Matching the peaks of your high. He makes sure to wait just until your wracks of pleasure are at their highest, before plummeting his throbbing cock inside.
Maximizing the rub-a-dub of those prominent veins of his. Sending spurts of pleasure shivering all throughout your body at their massage.
Ridged shaft stretchinâ out those spots that feel the best, his sheer length splitting you up from the inside - you couldnât possibly forget how well Tojiâs cock filled you. Reaching into any deep crevice and orifice, markinâ himself out aaaaaall across your channel with the rounded bruises he left behind.
The captain of the ice hockey team was ruttinâ into you so hard that it was causing the heels of your feet to lift off the floor.Â
His thick fingertips dig into your body, plastering you against him- âAlways you, my girl.â His words come out sharp and exhaled, âOnly you.â
âO-onlyângh.â He catches you from slipping down the vertical wall, scorched chuckles dusting down the crook of your neck. âTojiâŚâ
âHmmmm?â
Slight panic bleeding into your tone, âTh-thereâs someone in the other l-locker roomâfuck.â
âFuckinâ what?âÂ
Still wracking with the waves of your high. âThereâs someone in the other locker room-â
Growling, heâs bowing his powerful lower half towards you - where you were frantically gesturing and miming something at the other side of the wall. The locker rooms were positioned as such that they were side-by-side, sharing a single wall split down the middle of its vast cavern, from which they ignored the existence of the other out of courtesy.
And no matter what one might fear about rowdy ice hockey teams, it never did cause any issues. Yet.
Right now you could hear someoneâs footsteps through the tiled wall, you could hear someoneâs existence, you could hear someone muttering.
Seemingly not having the best of days - though after that loss, you couldnât blame them - your mystery US player was banging on locker doors and hissing out swears. Itâs only once he seemingly drops something on the floor by accident, letting out a string of expletives starting with âbâ that itâs clicking just exactly who this player isâ
âOh, look-â Tojiâs the first to start, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. â-your wittle boyfriendâs here, too, doll.â
âHeâs not my-â
âWhy donât we give him a proper welcome, hm?â Tojiâs crooning out meanly, âWhy donât we cheer him up? That little ah- incident on the ice mustâve really been a blow to his ego.â
Youâre shivering at the implications, âD-donât you fucking dare-â
âWhaaaaaat? Mânot doing nothing.â Scarred lips quirking up into a grin- youâre noticing that Toji hasnât slowed his hammerinâ down for a single second. In fact, heâs reeling his slick-glazed cock backwards and leaning the weight down upon your lower half, probinâ you at even deeper angles. The smooth, slippery tip of his shaft was swabbing away into those nice bundles of nerves- âI didnât even say that you should do anything.â
Hiccuping at the feeling of him funneling you full - all the way to your throat. âTh-thenââ
âI just need you to be aâmmm, good girl fâme and- hah, take it.â The constant smacking of his toned hips get even harder, louder. Ricocheting off your eardrums and off the walls- âTake aaaaaaall from tip to base.â
The utmost amount of squelches nâ slurps leaving you.
You wondered if Naoya could already hear youâŚ
Shivering at the carnal feeling of him stretchinâ those tiniest orifices within you up. You loved the way his honed tip would ease in, only getting thicker and longer and thiiiicker and loooonger the more heâs fucking you. The more.Â
âTake it aaaaaaall until this greedy pussyâs satiated-â He pinches your clit once more, lining down the spot of your nerves. âTake it all until this pussy remembers-â
Thereâs the sound of another locking being slammed from the other side of the wall.
And youâre shivering-
To which Toji grinds his hips in close - so close - that youâre unable to buck nâ swerve your hips away. Eagerly taking those deeply probing grinds of his, âTake it until this pussy remembers whoâs always fucked her right.â
Youâre mewling through your tears, âY-youââ
And Toji grins before bunching up that red, red jersey of his in his free hand. Looking at the name that flashed upon your arched back, jostling with each thrust - âAnd whoâs that? Whatâs the name on the back of this jersey?â
âBut he has the sameâfuck.â Moan echoing so fucking loud this time- youâre swearing you hear the other man pause whatever he was doing. Hear him listen. Hear him wait. âZenin.â
Something drops to the floor on the other side of the wall, as if fallen in shock.
And Toji smirks.
âThatâs right-â He pants out open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, âCanât hear you- whatâs the name?â
âZenin-â
âStill canât hear you-â Thrusts and bursts of pleasure steadily climbing up in intensity. Even though youâve just cum, you could feel a twitching at the pit of your stomach. âWhatâs the name?â
âZenin-â
âWhatâs the fuckinâ name?â
There was no way he couldnât hear by now. The slapping. The clenching. The moans. âZeninââ
He slaps your clit once. âAnd whoâs last name is that?â
You knew you were going to fall apart soon. You knew that all itâs going to take was one final thrust- reeling his rounded, glossy tip back as far as it would go. Itâs letting just a few tears cascade down your cheeks, and youâre looking back - âY-yours, Toji?â
âNo.â He grinsâchiselled core pummeling into yours. He teases your clit with a cute lilâ heart drawn on top, âSâgonna be yours.â
âOhââ With the loudest, most lecherous moan yet- youâre falling apart all over Toji Zeninâs cock. So sensitive that your orgasm rips through your stark and primal - nothing but a resurgence of bliss that leaves your limbs feeling all weak.
Theyâre shaking just a lilâ as youâre riding out your high on his vein-covered cock, the perfect number of strikes before your g-spot feels raw.Â
The perfect number of strikes before your clouded mind gets even cloudierâand Tojiâs throwing his head back with a sharp, busting orgasm. Toes curling. Abs clenching. Beading from the drooling divot of his shaft, he gushes out constant volumes of cum.
Letting it dribble all the way from your deepest depths to your sultry hole- and then spotting even the tiniest crevices inside of you with his pearly white juices. âShit-â His crackling tone breaks out into the heady air, âSh-shit, now sheâs properly mine again- heh.â
As Toji fucks his wads of seed deeper inside you, theyâre letting off the most lewd squelches.
âNow sheâs shut up her yowling a bit- ngh, my girlâs been wanting this for so long, huh?â
âYes.â You nod.Â
âSheâs been starvinâ for my cum?â He coaxes, âSheâs been all empty without me?â
âSo filthyâŚâ Youâre mumbling out. Uncaring anymore of what Naoya would think - you didnât hear anything more from his side of the locker roomâmaybe heâd disappeared?
âDamn right.â Toji chuckles. Dark bangs covering most of his vision as heâs pumping his thickened tip inside, swervinâ aside your sopping wet walls to make even more room for his thick cum. âSheâs now all full I think, hmmmm?â
And you certainly felt full.Â
You could feel the splashinâ around of those gooey puddles of sap inside you, clinging onto the tiniest spots they could. He was only messing your insides even further with every single thrustâleaving a wet puddle of most of it seeping into the very back of your womb. âI th-think so-â
âWhat was that, Mrs. Zenin?â Toji goads, his voice ringing out loudly. âThink yer all full with my cum or do you want even- hah, more?â
Youâre murmuring something unintelligible that he has to lean in to hear.
âWhat was that? Canât hear you, doll, youâve gotta speak up-â Suddenly, he leans away and addresses the other side of the wall. âWhaddaya think, Naoya? Think she deserves some more-â
âToji, shut upââ Swatting behind at him.
Toji escapes with a burst of gruff laughter, âOf course, I wouldnât ask that fucker-â He presses a somewhat chaste kiss onto your lips, âTell me, doll, what do you want?â
âI w-wantâŚâ Youâre repeating from before.
âHmmmm?â
âThink I might want your baby, Toji.â Peering up at him with such pretty heart-eyes.
And that makes his breath hitch.
That makes him stall.
Tojiâs green eyes widen just a fraction- before heâs pulling out and turning you around. Staring deep into your eyes, the captain urges you to jump - wrapping your legs around his toned waist, your hands on his shoulders, your body being easily hoisted by his own - so that he can lift you off the floor.
Probinâ that rock-hard tip of his inwards-Â
âGuess thereâll be one more Zenin this time next year- heh. â
.
.
.
Naoya Zenin was stunned. He was speechless.
Which is highly unusual, because Naoya Zenin is never shocked. Never speechless.
Except for when he saw the estranged Toji Zenin at the gameâŚand when he got beat up by Toji Zenin at the gameâŚand right now, as itâs slowly dawning upon him that Toji Zenin was fucking his girlfriend after the game-
Naoya didnât think you were serious, alright?
Because how many fuckinâ times have you threatened to break up with him over stupid shit like that? This was just a little outing with the boys - to a few nighttime establishments with a few nighttime girls - that was being blown majorly out of proportion.
And sure, Naoya might have embarrassed himself thoroughly in front of you and a couple million spectators today.
But what couldnât a 5000 yen bouquet fit?
He was planning on making up with you right after, telling you to stop being paranoid and perhaps this will only make your relationship stronger in the long run. And heâd just gotten back from the medic to get his shit back whenâŚwhen the noises had started up.
It was a slightly damp noise at first, almost like water.
Then came the soft groans.
The impact of skin-on-skin.
The voices that made it undeniableâif only he couldnât recognize them. And he almost couldnât, to be quite honest, Naoya had never heard you making such noises when it was him in bed.
But he knew it was you.
Worst of all, with Toji fucking Zenin of all people.
And it was when Toji had loudly announced your engagement to him, the way youâd be taking his last name (Naoya had no clue the two of you had dated before, and he didnât want to know) thatâd been the last straw for him. He dumps his bangs and his uniforms behind, storming out from a locker room that was now thoroughly invaded by the sounds of your sex.
Muttering some unrepeatable phrases underneath his breath, Naoyaâs so caught up in his wallowing that he nearly doesnât notice the man he bulldozes over in his effort to get away.
âOh, heyââ Shiu smiles sheepishly at the younger man, âI just wanted to check on y-â
âIâm fine-â
And with that heâs storming off. To where? He doesnât know, heâll probably have to come back and get his shit later butâŚ
He takes it that youâve now officially broken up with him.
Meanwhile, suit-clad, clipboard-holding Shiu is left utterly confused at what just happened. Heâd expected a screaming match, maybe several lawsuits by the spoiled heir of the Zenin Industries at least.
Refusing to believe his luck, Shiu takes a peak inside the opposing teamâs locker room just to make sure that everything was alright- and thatâs when he hears it. ââthink I might want your baby, Toji.â
Oh.
Oh.
It was coming from the other side of the large wall- their locker room.Â
And heâs recognising the voice- wait, thatâs your voice. Tojiâs ex that heâd been moping over for these past six months, the one that triggered their captain to get in that fight today in the first place.
Though, he doesnât blame you- with that fucker as a boyfriend? Shiu doesnât think heâs biased for claiming that his best friendâs leagues better.
But, at the end of the day, Shiu was their coach above all.
And as their coach, he couldnât allow his players to get into anything reckless or anything violating the code of the Olympics. Theyâd all be in such deep shit if you happened to be caught - so you must forgive Shiu for doing what he has to do.
For rounding the other side of the locker room entrances and stepping into his own teamâs chamber. Heady with sweetness, with sex.
Heâs here as a coach to warn the two of you- really. Thatâs just it.
Thatâs it.
Nothing else. Nothing else at all.
No ulterior motives.
His pants tighten, cock twitching traitorously at the barrage of noises leaking into every corner of the room.
Shiu raps on your stall door as aâŚcoach.
A/N. MwahahahaâŚcome to me coach⌠ALSO TO MY PHILIPPINES BABYGIRLS WE MISS YOUUUU <33
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đşđđđđđđ 17đđ- Simon Riley (power play, spanking, biting, cockwarming, dirty talk, overstimulation, spit, edging)
đşđđđđđđ 24đđ- Toji Fushiguro and Sukuna (camera sex, size kink, double penetration, humiliation, dirty praise, degrading)
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the next story in the experience anthology seriesâŚ
[m/m]
summary: Connor has the best and worst luck imaginable. Just less than a year ago, fate placed his childhood crush, former actor Bruce Montgomery, just next door. A dream come true, right? Nope. Bruce is a married man - not that it stops him from having a revolving door of women in his bed, and Connor has a front-row seat, whether he likes it or not.
tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, age difference, blowjob/oral sex, cheating, use of âdaddyâ, use of âslutâ
word count: 10.1k
where: ao3 only
out nowâŚ
ugh just need him to hold me from behind in his big strong arms
it totally ruins my day that there are men walking around on this earth like chris evans and henry cavill. because they both have loads of women in their dms whoâd tap that and they probably take advantage of it đŤđŤđŤ. like, they could be drowning in pussy as i type this đđ.
what if chris evans was quite literally johnny storm, or henry cavill like napoleon solo. they could both be playboys and weâd never know đđđ.
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featuring: henry cavill, chris evans, tom welling, alan ritchson, tom hardy, aaron taylor johnson, david corenswet, tom holland, zane philips
male reader
henry cavill forcing you to service his cock.
henry cavill fucking you so good your eyes roll back into your head.
henry cavill making a f@g out of you.
professor!chris evans breeding you.
taking chris evans in the back seat.
coach!chris evans taking you under the cover of night.
tom welling loves how well you take his cock.
alan ritchson having his way with you.
jerking alan ritchson off.
tom hardy destroying your guts.
riding aaron taylor johnson.
tom holland using your throat.
zane philips giving you a creampie.
getting spitroasted by tom holland and chris evans.
chris evans and henry cavill sharing your hole.
stuffed by henry cavill and alan ritchsonâs cocks.
female reader
henry cavill mercilessly pounding into you.
you and henry cavill on park date.
henry cavill is too big for you.
chris evans choking and enjoying you as he likes.
chris evans fucking the shit out of your hole on the couch.
tom welling breeds you.
fratboy!tom welling is too much for you.
riding tom welling in his room.
alan ritchson loves destroying your pussy from behind.
tom hardyâs cock is massive.
aaron taylor johnson pounding your pussy.
david corenswetâs dick is just too good.
david corenswet eating you out.
giving tom holland head in car.
tom holland breaking you.
taking tom holland doggystyle.
tom holland canât get enough of your pussy.
solo
henry cavill using a fleshlight and thinking of you.
the type of videos chris evans sends you when heâs away for work.
alan ritchson rubs one out.
david corenswet jerking off to thoughts of you.
what roommate!tom holland gets up to when you finally fall asleep.
zane philips needs your hole so soon.
having the come back to this and cross out the ones that got taken down is just so sad. itâs almost half of what it used to be đ
I just came across your blog by chance and I love your works! I rarely see any OC smut nowadays.
Are you still active?
heyy omg tysm for the love!
i do check my blog often, but in terms of posting i donât do that much anymore. hopefully i can get back to that soon.
i have exams to do soon so i canât make any promises about fics, but i have slowly been chipping away at my wips and i did plan for a dilf december 2025 - but again - no promises.
im really glad that you like my work, itâs just a shame that iâve been quite busy with uni.

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the next story in the experience anthology seriesâŚ
[m/m]
summary: Connor has the best and worst luck imaginable. Just less than a year ago, fate placed his childhood crush, former actor Bruce Montgomery, just next door. A dream come true, right? Nope. Bruce is a married man - not that it stops him from having a revolving door of women in his bed, and Connor has a front-row seat, whether he likes it or not.
tags: voyeurism/exhibitionism, age difference, blowjob/oral sex, cheating, use of âdaddyâ, use of âslutâ
word count: 10.1k
where: ao3 only
out nowâŚ
#henrycavill #shirtless #manofsteel #superman #hairy
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why do all my good ideas come in when school starts
late night hours
summary: boss!walter takes you in his office
tags: porn what plot, workplace sex, riding, blowjob/oral sex (m receiving), female reader, use of âslutâ
word count: 2.2k
inspiration: rework of a fic of reader x karl mayer, which was inspired by his relationshop with bree.
it all started with a little of wine in his dimly lit office.
just hours later, you ended up laid on top his desk, your legs spread with him between. there was no time for careful undressing, the detective was simply too impatient for that: there were more buttons ripped apart and zips undone with teeth than clothes being handled appropriately and slowly.
and when he FINALLY pulls that tight little dress off of you, he relishes in the sight of your matching black lingerie, which tells one simple truth: you'd been planning this way before you even walked in.
walter was the type to be absolutely clueless to the effect he had on the ladies: what with his tall, muscular frame that had him towering over anyone. so perfect, yet so humble. which somehow made it worseâŚ
you let him whisper sweet nothings with that deep, smooth voice as he sucks at your exposed neck before pushing him down to his chair with your stiletto. walter gives a low whistle as your heel slowly traces his chest, downwards towards his crotch. the shoe playfully rubs and teases him, repeating this taunting motion until walter is groaning.
"fuck-- baby- you're killing me over here--" he moans out, a smirk growing across his lips.
"am i?" you tease.
once you were satisfied with his begs, you jump off the desk and immediately fall to your knees. walter watches excitedly as you take your place between his thighs, removing his sweater and tossing it to the floor like every article of clothing before it.
you unfasten his belt, making sure to keep eye contact the whole time. eventually, after releasing himself from the prison of his pants, walter blows a deep sigh of relief.
you undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt and leave soft, sloppy kisses down his chest, producing a trail of red lipstick stamps.
then, you lick at his muscular abdomen and lower your point of worship at a leisurely pace, until you reach his cock, aching and throbbing as if it were about to jump out of his boxers at any moment. drooling, you mouth at it through the fabric, walterâs low growls filling the air.
it is a pathetic, yet hauntingly beautiful sight: your panting around the imprint of his dick and sniffing at his intoxicating scent.
"oh, baby, you're drooling everywhere." he teased.
you scowl at him.
biting down on his boxers, you gradually manage to pull it down with just your teeth - walter watches with a smug look on his face, sinking back into his seat.
a groan spills from his lips as you pull down his boxers, unleashing his dick⌠all 7 inches..
you gulp - his cock is monstrous in length and girth.
veins trace the length and it seems to throb with your teasing touches, begging for more. as if your body moved by itself, his tip slips between your lips.
it feels hot. warmth fills your mouth as his dick sinks down your throat.
"good girl." a low grumble leaves his lips.
his words tremble as his cock disappears between your lips, and for the 3 inches which still evade your lips by the time you start to gag, you wrap your hand around and began to massage.
his girth is so impressive so even your hand struggles to handle him. for the length lodged inside your mouth, you give a gentle sunction.
"do you know how sexy you look with my cock down your throat?"
his hand moves to the back of your head, giving light guidance to your movement. the room fills with your lewd sucking noises. walterâs hand urges you to take more and more.
you allow him to push you down until your lips reach the base. mere seconds pass before you begin to struggle and gag uncontrollably, and a few more seconds pass before walter releases the back of your head.
"look at you, taking me so well--" he chuckles at your panting.
you take a second to catch your breath before you return to working. you can hear him suck in air sharply as you envelope one of his balls. walter groans as he leans back further in his chair.
"if i'd known what a good little cocksucker you were, I would've had you down here ages ago." he laughs.
"shut up." you spit out between gentle sucks, glaring at him as you stroke the length of his cock.
"love it when you talk back." walter says, holding up your hair into a ponytail as you return to sucking his length. he was a secret control freak, and as much as he loved watching you take the lead, he thought you had been doing that for long enough now.
just as he gently pushed down on your head, walter slowly lifts his leg and gently presses his heel into the flesh of your ass, driving you closer to him and goading more of his cock deeper inside your throat.
tears welling in the corners of your eyes, you continue to take as much of walter as he needed. you study his reactions, taking note of what he likes. quite funnily, walterâs eyes always seem to roll back into his head whenever you tease the slit of his tip; equally, you could never swirl your tongue around his dick without hearing a series of praises and grunts.
"fuck, baby, i'm so close---!" he groans out.
with those words, you quicken your pace, your head bobbing up and down with an impressive velocity. his hips begin to roll uncontrollably, shoving more of himself in you. your tongue presses against the underside of his cock, twisting and working with great drive.
walter drinks up the delicious sight, only made hotter by your submission to his hand. if only he could have you here, underneath his desk and working at his cock, during the day.
walter grunts loudly again and you feel his cock twitch violently inside your mouth.
"yea- here it comes, baby." you stifle your gag reflex and sheathe the entirety of his dick down your throat, choking as your feel the warm release pour down your throat.
for a few moments too long, walter holds your head down, rutting into you and releasing the final pieces of himself deep inside.
your head shoots up, having swallowed all his cum, albeit not without any struggle. still, walter continues to pump at his cock and hold your head at the crown of his cock. pushing your tongue out and awaiting the last of his load, the final ropes of cum spurt out.
however, you severely underestimate the power at which his cum shoots out, because whilst some of his load lands on your tongue as planned, it shoots across your whole face, including your lips, nose and eyelids.
with his index and middle fingers, walter wiped his semen off your face, scooping up the entirety and holding it to your lips.
"suck it."
your lips part to his demand and swallow his fingers. he urges his thick fingers inside until the knuckles were at your lips. walter presses his fingers onto your tongue, forcing his flavours around the inside of your mouth. your eyes showed hunger and he was feeding you.
walter taps his thigh, and you straddle his lap, his fingers still entrapped by your lips. then, incredibly slowly, he releases his fingers with a POP.
he draws you in for a kiss, a deep and passionate kiss. walter tastes himself on your tongue, and he loves how fucking filthy it is. your roll your hips into his dick, already growing hard again, and your ass is met by a firm smack on your ass and a loud yelp falling from your lips.
walterâs fingers tease at your pussy through the fabric whilst he laughes at your soft moans and whimpers. unable to support yourself, your arms wrap around his neck, with your head falling into his neck and inhaling his aftershave.
"you're soaked for me, baby," he teases as he continues to play with you like a toy. "been deprived of a good time for a while, haven't you?"
his hand slips inside your panties and presses himself between your lips. you hover over the man's cock, somehow already fully erect again, as you rock your hips into his fingers.
your moans are really loud. fortunately for the two of you, everyone else had already gone home: the two of you could be as noisy as you wanted, which walter almost definitely plans for you to. he mercilessly plays with your pussy, stunned at how your body reacts so beautifully to his touch.
you are too overcome with rapture to notice a strong arm wrap around and undo your bra in one swift movement. he grabs your tit, squeezing it tight.
in the same breath, you slip out of your panties, your entrance pressing against his aching cock. walter hugs you close, squeezing you against his well-built hairy chest. as he leans over to grab a condom, walter accidentally causes you to grind against his cock - the two of you moan out in unison.
walter rolls the condom on and feeds a generous glob of spit to his cock, rubbing it around. you place your hands on his shoulder before you lower yourself, allowing his dick to sink up slowly into your pussy.
whimpers escape your mouth. walter was just so fucking big.
"good girl--" he sigs, his nostrils flaring. "you're taking my cock so well."
you exhale in pleasure as you began to take in more and more of him. struggling to take in his beastly size, you hug him tight, though it results in his face buried in your tits. walter laps up a nipple and gives gentle suctions to your breast.
eventually, walter bottoms out with a deep groan erupting from his lips. his dick seems to press against your deepest insides. the two of you simply keep still for a few seconds, though it feels more like minutes. then, you begin to move again.
at first, it is slow and sensual, with the two of you falling into a passionate kiss, which seems to last forever and taste like paradise. his lips are soft yet hungry. his tongue is rough yet loving. his hands are gentle yet greedy. hips roll against eachother and you allow yours to rock deliciously into his body.
still with slow movements, walter grabs your hips and start to fuck upwards into your pussy. you match his pace and meet his tender thrusts. however, the absolute avarice in his eyes tells you that this gentleness and patience wonât last for too long.
and almost as if you had jinxed it, walterâs expression transitions to a smirk. the second warning is his tightening grasp on your hips, before his pace quickens suddenly.
as his rhythm evolves from leisurely to merciless, your moans fill the room, "oh- my- god-!"
"fuck- baby, you're fucking squeezing me." he almost reprimands, though the smile on his face suggests only bliss.
a harsh slap meets your ass.
fucking up into you at an ungodly speed, walter hugs you close by the hips. with no other choice, you collapse onto him, clutching him by his black curls.
âsome good dick can turn any good girl into a naughty girl.â he teases.
ângh-â youâre too crazed to make any intelligible response. and walter smiles with self-satisfaction from watching you break yourself on his cock.
you pant out with each deep thrust.
âyes- yes- yes-â
suddenly, he slows and lets you go, leaning back into a relaxed position. a firm smack to your ass prompts you into moving again.
with your hands places on his chest for support, you throw your ass onto his dick. not quite meeting walterâs speed nor his ruthlessness, but itâs close.
walter leans back on his arms behind his head, amused from watching your feeble attempts to take his cock.
you regain your composure as your swirl your hips faster and ground into walter more and more. even for just a split second, you see his smug disguise slip, revealing an expression of pure lust.
you throw your head back as you feel your climax approach.
"what a good fucking slut." walter praises as his hands return to your ass and hips.
"yes-! yes--!" you exclaim through an exceptionally deep thrust. âhnghh!!"
his rhythm returns to his previous velocity - except that it is way sloppier.
"say it." walter says between grunts. "say that- you're just a dirty- little- slutâ for me to fuck."
"i'm just dirty little slut!" you reply.
another smack.
"a dirty little slut for who?" walter chuckles darkly.
"just for you to fuck and nothing else!â
"good girl." he whispers as he holds you close.
heâs close too, you feel it. his noises are louder. his thrusts are reckless and his speed is slowing. and when you push down hard on his cock, walter just has to still.
"i'm close." he mutters weakly.
"already?"
fucker. you KNEW what you had done to him. your work to tease his cock so expertly was to be at blame.
âwalterââ
âcome for me.â
his sloppy thrusts grow faster as the two of you cry out in desperation and hunger. you embrace each other tightly as you finally let go of yourselves
the pleasure overwhelms you as you succumb to your orgasm. you slump over walter, who, too, chases his own high, eventually riding it out by swirling your hips around his cock, almost as if to tease out the last of his seed.
although breathless, your lips meet for a tired, messy kiss. walterâs tongue delves into your mouth and presses against your own as if itâs the last droplet of water in a desert.



