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Satoru starts you off with some dynamic stretches, things like leg swings, hamstring sweeps. The man can’t even hide the smirk on his face when he gets you on your hands and knees, rounding your spine towards the sky before pushing your hips back and up towards him and arching your back, cat-cow style, his warm palm pressing on your low back helping to push you down further.

Now comes the heavy lifting. Satoru adjusts the squat rack for you, bicep muscles flexing and bulging when he loads the rack with the barbell before his heavy hand meets your low-back, taking up far too much space guiding you over to the bar. He shuffles close behind you, spotting you as you squat, your ass brushing up against him while he murmurs soft praises into your ear about how ‘good you’re doing, sweetheart’ and ‘just one more for me, okay? Good job pretty girl’, meanwhile his hands and all over you, skimming up your sides and holding on to your plush hips, just to help with your stance of course!

He’s got you on the bench press next, lying on your back while he stands over you, giving you a wolfish grin now that he can finally stare at your breasts without being accused of being a creep or pervert. Satoru can’t help that his cock is getting hard though :( You just look so delicious, panting, and your skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He’s incredibly, stupidly smug about the heavy weight of his cock creating a bulge in his workout shorts right above your face, twitching and throbbing only a few inches away from your eyes. Might even push it a little bit by moving his hips to tease you, thank god the material was a dark colour with the way he’s leaking precum like a faucet :( 

And maybe he just randomly added a little cardio into the workout, running on the treadmill, just so he can watch your boobs bounce, practically slipping out of your workout bra. He’s herded you off to the corner of the gym so no one else can intrude, also so he can stroke himself off while your back is towards him. Precum beads on the tip of his swollen cock as he gives himself a light squeeze before slipping his hand under the waistband of his shorts, desperately stroking his thick cock to the sight of your sweaty cleavage, longing to press his face in between your doughy tits and lick the salty sweat that has formed there. 

Toji has been looming over you, trying for what feels like forever to slide into you. His hands are too big, spanning the curve of your waist. The mushroom-shaped tip of his cock, slick with precum, nudges against your folds, hot and heavy, the broad crown trying to sink into your gummy depths.

He huffs in frustration, his jaw clenching as he tries a different approach. Toji's hands wrap around the backs of your knees, nearly folding you in half until they're almost at your ears. He was overbearing, his heavy weight acting as an anchor to pin you down while he tries again, slower this time, grinding forward before dragging himself back out with a slick noise.

He left you empty, your poor pussy clenching around nothing from the loss of contact. The fat head of his cock taps against your swollen clit, making you jolt and whine so sweetly for him before dragging through the mess of slick and cum he's already made.

"You're too tight, sweetheart. Relax yourself for me."

That's all the warning you get before he's bullying himself into you, the slight sting lifting to give way to a delicious, dizzying stretch that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Toji grunts as he bottoms out, his hips meeting yours, punctuated by the wet slap of his heavy balls, full of thick sperm for your womb, smacking against your ass. Your sweet little cunt can't decide if it wants to fight him or suck him even deeper, fluttering and clenching around him until he groans.

Toji is mean, though, barely giving you time to adjust before he's dragging his cock back out and roughly thrusting back in, twitching inside of you, seated so deep that you can feel him nudging against that spongy bundle of nerves, the ones that make you see stars. One large, heavy hand presses against your tummy against the outline of his cock, laying claim over you, forcing your walls to squeeze him tighter until you gasp and shiver, hot tingles spreading across your skin like wildfire.

He never slows down, no matter how much you squeeze his cock, just keeps hammering into you, deep and heavy thrusts, his hips meeting yours every time until your voice is nothing more than a few mewls, your brain practically mushy and leaking from your ears. You can feel him swelling, cock growing harder inside of your hot cunt before he presses himself flush against you, balls deep, pulsing before spurting thick ropes of cum inside of you.

"Take it, take me in- fuck! Give me a baby, come on mama."

You manage to nod your head obediently, like a good girl, while Toji stuffed you full of his cum, so much, too much of it, some leaking out around his girth, dripping down the sheets beneath you in a sticky mess. He's panting, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and jaw, sucking on the skin there until a dark bruise forms, a heavy claim laid to your skin.

Toji slowly pulled out of you, sticky string of slick and cum connecting his cock to your sensitive, swollen cunt. A crude, heavy smack of his cock against his own abdomen stokes the fire in your tummy, barely even able to voice your need before his hands are tugging you close, squeezing the plush fat on your hips.

He's gotten so used to living on his own that when he gets a flatmate, he doesn't even care to change his behaviour when he's around you. It felt like you were intruding on his man cave or something, having to walk on your tiptoes around his apartment, and he's so brutish and rough all over, you're like two polar opposites :(

Toji's a little too prideful and cocky for his own good, proud of the less than legal jobs he's done and his physique he always seems to be showing off. And he loves to walk around shirtless, just a pair of grey sweats sitting low on his strong hips.

His bulky torso and broad shoulders are on display with thick muscles moving underneath his tanned skin, flexing his biceps with every movement. You can see the light marks of scars on him, the veins that run into his large hands. It was like he was peacocking in front of you.

The worst part of it all started when you came home one afternoon from the store, walking into the flat only to see Toji practically naked on the couch, jerking off his fat cock without a care in the world. His pants were around his ankles, thick thighs manspreading wide enough that you could see his fat, heavy balls between his legs.

All he had was his phone in his left hand, watching a video or looking at photos of something to get him off, his rough hand wrapping around the velvety, hot skin of his heavy cock, seeing it pulse and jump in his hand before releasing all his pent-up cum, spurting so much onto his hairy tummy and hand. All you could do was scurry off to your own room and hide away from the nasty sight :(

Other times, he wouldn't even shut his door when changing, leaving it wide open to give you a view of... all of him. Didn't even wrap a towel around his waist after a shower, just letting his cock hang heavily between his thighs so casually.

But you couldn't let yourself feel uncomfortable in your own house, you had to fight back and make your presence known to him!

You had to use the bathroom while he was showering one day, needing to get ready to go out. It seemed like he'd learned your schedule just so he could always get in your way. You couldn't wait, so you walked right into the steamy room, standing in front of the mirror across from the shower, the clear shower curtain doing little to hide his silhouette.

Poor Toji was already in the middle of something when you came in. The water beat down over his shoulders, the droplets travelling down the thick muscles of his chest and abdomen to where he was using your conditioner to jerk himself off. He leaned his head back and groaned, his hand working quick, sloppy strokes over himself, giving occasional squeezes to the tip so he could last a little longer, effectively edging himself.

Toji braced his forearm on the cold, slick tiles of the shower, his hips rutting forward and his abs clenching and flexing when he catches a glimpse of your soft curves and plush breasts. He could feel his cock throbbing, not sure if he was angry or happy that you were intruding on him like this.