Drifting away

toji fushiguro was a disgusting and vile human being when it came to what turned him on.

when you first met him, you thought he was a normal guy who liked rough sex and blowjobs.

oh boy, you were wrong.

you weren’t expecting him to love sucking on your toes while he’s balls deep inside you, hips — slap, slap, slapping against yours with rough — mean strokes that left your mind hazy, eyes rolling back whilst he moaned around your toe like it was tasty or something.

nor were you expecting him to beg you to step on his face, back flat against the bedroom floor as you sat perched on the bed, white toes pressing into the side of his face as he moaned like it was the best fuckin’ thing in the world.

I mean…could you blame him tho? his job was hard, carrying heavy stuff all day like the man he is. you helped him relax, it made him feel safe:(

you never would suspected that a man as big and fuckin’ burly as toji would want to be smothered by your feet after a hot pilates class but oddly enough you don’t mind it.

actually…you love it.

love when he’d stick his big nose between your thighs and sniffed away at your sweaty pussy, tongue lulling out to lick a longggg filthy stripe between your puffy lips, gathering up all the sweaty stinky slick before he’d gulp it down with a throaty groan.

love when you catch him with a pair of your dirty panties wrapped around his cock, his other hand holding his phone as he scrolls through your sex tapes.

love when he lets you spit in his mouth whilst you ride his thick cock like your life depends on it. love when he grabs your wrist, pulling your hand up toward his neck so you could press down and give his throat that delicious pressure that he oh so loves.

and god, when he breeds your pretty cunt with his seed, stuffing it back into your pussy when it leaks out before shoving your panties back on before it fell out again.

he’d make you walk around like that, with his cum stuffed so deep in your cunt.

and obviously he’d eat it back out later.

he was your disgusting man and would always be<3

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a/n: cherry ik ur probably gonna get grossed out w the feet thing but can I atleast eat ur puh to make up for it….

and yours.

you let him eat you out one (1) time and the man's obsessed. like hands gripping your thighs open while you came all over his tongue, obsessed.

it was obscene, really.

your ex, shiu, had introduced you two less than two weeks ago, and in that time, toji had already begged you to have his kids.

and also swore that he'd never get with someone like you. someone with a mouth and an attitude that never seemed to go away.

at first, you didn't care. he was just an uptight bitch, just like his best friend, who didn't like actually being told about himself.

then he twirled his fingers in your hair to bother you – yanked softly, laughed and walked the other way.

oh and flung you over his shoulder when you kept arguing with him about god knows what.

and he snatched your phone just to see you searching for him on instagram and to your surprise, gave you his number.

you see how we get in this predicament?

because now, after only two hours of holding your composure, you'd called that man.

he's in your bed – it's been only twenty minutes and you've came three times already.

but who's counting.

"hah– gimme one more.." he grumbled.

his hands began working their way up your torso before his fingers found your nipples, pinching lightly. your body jolted, thighs stuttering upward, chasing the pressure of his tongue on your clit.

it's evil how someone you said you'd give no attention to has you pulling his hair like you may die if he stops.

the filthiest sound fell from your mouth as he pulled back to suck his fingers before plunging them inside you.

"ngh... wait, shit–," you whimpered, head hitting the pillows. "think i'm gonna cum..."

"mm, right.." he hummed, kissing your swollen folds while you buckled just for another touch. 

"fuckin' needy.. y'know that?" 

his fingers stilled to where they were inside you and your hips jerked instinctively, fucking yourself on his hand. a smile formed on his lips as he looked up at you from between your thighs. his pupils were blown, like he'd never seen anything better. 

barely anything good comes from replying to some corny ass story post of someone's forearms – this is the only positive outcome.

you're actually so annoying for posting that

then why'd you reply?

you rolled your eyes before opening up your call log. he answered after the first ring.

"you never answered my question," he replied, dryly.

"nothing major, you just needed to know," you added.

"then unfollow me."

something tightened in your chest. not anger, no. just that split moment where your mouth opens, then closes –

because whatever comes out of your mouth next was going to change several things you thought you knew about yourself.

and him.

"you go first," you spat, voice rising.

he hummed, turning the thought over in his head. your chest rose and fell fervently before the words spilled.

"say that shit to my face."

"fine," he added. "send your location."

you hung up, and sent that shit faster than common sense.

so you really shouldn't be surprised at the outcome.

and your self-respect is screaming that you should be, but between the way he'd flipped you on your stomach and dragged you back, flush against his lips – it felt good to lose some of that.

"can't believe he let you go," he scoffed, pulling back to suck your juices off his fingers.

"i wasn't his to keep."

"never said you were." he stood up, fingers working the strings on his sweats. "besides, i can tell."

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you weren’t even thinking about it. not really. you were just sitting sideways across his lap, bored out of your mind while he muttered something about calibration curves and planetary trajectory and other sexy nonsense that meant absolutely nothing to you except that he sounded hot saying it. 

and his hand—his dominant hand, the one with the thick rings and the scar at the base of his thumb—was just there, resting on your thigh like it belonged to you now, veins taut, fingers twitching absently every time he made a point.

so yeah. you stared.

maybe you even grazed your own thumb over his knuckle. innocent. curious. maybe you leaned in, tongue poking your cheek, and traced the outline of one ring like you were checking for warmth. maybe you said something dumb, like “these are pretty”, because you couldn’t think of anything else, because you were already thinking about how they’d taste.

and he didn’t stop you. he didn’t flinch. didn’t freeze. just… kept talking, tone dropping half a pitch as your lips brushed his middle finger. “you bored?” he asked, voice low, but not annoyed. just… observant.

“mmh. a little.”

he didn’t smile. didn’t tease. just tapped his pointer twice against your mouth—once, twice—like a knock.

and you opened. just like that. wide and easy and stupidly obedient. his fingers slid in slow. two at first. resting heavy on your tongue, the weight of the rings cool against your lips, your spit already catching in the crevices.

he still didn’t look at you. he kept talking. he kept lecturing, like you weren’t sitting there going stupid on his hand, like you weren’t letting him finger your mouth like it was a fucking stress ball, like you weren’t squeezing your thighs together so tight you’d bruise. his fingers flexed, dragged along your tongue, nudged the back of your throat when you got a little too greedy.

your eyes fluttered. 

he exhaled. and that’s when he finally looked at you. “god,” he muttered, like he was in pain. “look at you.”

and you couldn’t, not really, not when he pushed in deeper, not when your drool started slipping down his wrist, not when he leaned in, voice rough:

“s’this all you needed, sweetheart? a little attention?” his thumb smeared spit across your bottom lip as he pulled back, slow and wet. you didn’t answer. 

Ps I also have pcos and it’s a nightmare so I hope you take the needed rest to care for yourself and have everything you need to feel better ❤️‍🩹!

This is a month old I’m so sorry I needed to get back in my element I didn’t wanna half ass anybody’s asks

In My Mood

You and Sylus were getting ready for bed and you were beyond tired. The issue wasn’t going to sleep per se, it was you having to go to the bathroom after you got comfortable. You groaned loudly as Sylus went to walk to his side of the bed.

“Something wrong, sweetie?” He asked his teasing tone hidden in his words.

“I have to pee.” You mumbled tiredly. “Then go.” He stated bluntly with crossed arms.

“Too tired to piss. Too full of piss to sleep.” You stated making him laugh hard. He clutched his stomach trying to compose himself.

He ended up carrying you to the bathroom but not without laughing on the way because he thought it was funny.

Rafayel had just got out the shower when you glared at him. His eyes shifted around the room as he dried his hair. He waited for you to state your grievances about his bath.

“You bathe without your clothes on?” You asked suspiciously making him mug you a little bit.

“As most people do, yes.” He answered making you suck your teeth and wave him off.

“Slut.” You mumbled in disappointment. His jaw dropped as he turned to you.

“Excuse me?!” He shouted as you pinched the bridge of your nose in disappointment, refusing to look in his direction.

He begged you to repeat yourself as he tried to pry your hand from your face.

You were so stressed with balancing work, and your social life that you felt like pulling your hair out. Zayne asked if there was something he could do but you took absolutely nothing seriously. It didn’t matter if life was whooping your behind, you had a joke.

“Do you need a few days off?” He asked as he rubbed your knee in a comforting manner.

“Kitten I’ll be honest, daddy’s about to kill himself.” You stated as your head hung off the couch.

Zayne turned his head so you wouldn’t see your joke amused him. He turned back with a straight face.

“Don’t call yourself that.” He strained as he shook his head.

“You like that?” You flirted making him leave you on the couch without another word.

You were giving Xavier a motivational speech before work and he was watching you intensely. This was the norm for you both, no better way through the day.

“We got this!” You shouted as he nodded in agreement.

“We got to take the shit before the shit takes us!” You yelled making him raise his eyebrow at you.

“Umm—“ He went to step in but you had more to say.

“And if you can’t beat em? EAT EM!” You shouted throwing your arms up and ready to go.

“No!” He replied as he rushed after you as you charged out the door.

You stared at Caleb as he put his jet figure together. You said the first thing that came to mind. You knew it would catch him off guard as it usually did.

“Whenever I’m mad at you, I wish pregnancy on you.” You blurted making him freeze up and slowly turn to you.

“I can’t get pregnant…” He trailed off as his fear set in.

“I know. So I write about it.” You admitted making him purse his lips. “How often are you mad at me?”

“Enough for there to already be almost thirty chapters.” You told him as he just stared at you. You swear you saw a sweat bead on his forehead.