PLUM

suguru is a slut and loves when you record him eating… it (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

the wet sounds in the room echo forward and back as his tongue flicks back and forth against your clit and two of his fingers curve inside of you, rubbing against the sweet spot that makes your thighs tremble and face scrunch.

one of your hands is holding suguru’s hair tightly into a ponytail, and the other is holding your phone, recording him while he’s in his mood. 

he gets sluttier for the camera, purposely teasing you, making a mess with everything that comes out of you, and having it run down his chin, pushing his face into your core again and lapping the rest up. 

suguru loves showing off; whenever he has your pussy on your face, he eats you like he has something to prove. 

his eyes are stuck on the camera while he tastes you; it's like he gets possessed. something takes over him when he gets this taste of you while the camera is facing him. 

“right there, baby, mm, fuck.” 

suguru feels your grip loosening, strands of his hair falling into view, making him groan into your messy core, knowing you’re about to cum any second.

he knows that when the camera starts to tremble and you go quiet only making little whimpers while strand by strand of his hair comes down, he’ll feel warmness coming down on his face while you push yourself forward on his mouth to ride out the feeling. 

he watches every video you record back to him, watching every twitch and tremble your body makes while he’s down there devouring you. 

your thighs slowly closing in on him every time he licks over your clit, making you shiver; he likes to watch them gradually close and your stomach rise and fall rapidly as you try to control yourself.

or the little comments you make when you first start recording and the soft giggles when he gives you kitten kisses on the inside of your thighs. 

“you’re so nasty, you know that?”

nudging him with your foot while he pushes your thighs back to get more access before he starts, making sure he’s at an angle with the camera. 

“you recording?”

softly licking your inner thigh, making you twitch a little, and you nod. 

“start bossy.” 

adding another video to the growing collection. 

nanami is your gyno ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა disclaimer: this is purely fiction.

nanami has been your doctor for a couple of years now, and he’s great at his job. 

there’s never a time where you walk into his room and you’re uncomfortable or left with a ton of questions; he’s always on top of everything. 

the nurse just got done briefing you and left you to get dressed in the hospital gown. of course there are moments where your stomach turns a bit nervous for him to see you in a vulnerable position. 

the gown is hanging baggy on you as you lie down, the nurse helping you into the stirrups. 

“just relax, he’ll be here in a minute. try not to move, sweetheart.”

it’s not long before he’s inside and the nurse leaves. a blue mask is cupping his chin, and a soft smile is on his face as hand sanitizer squeezes into his hand. 

his eyes sliding from your legs to in between your thighs and taking out some gloves from the box. 

“how are you? it’s been a few months; i hope all is well.”

the sound of him putting on his gloves brings you a bit of anxiety, but all you do is nod and smile. 

“i’m good, a little nervous.”

nanami nods and sits down in the rolling chair, sliding over towards you, having a direct view of your core. 

the bright light in the room is shining right on it, making you even more nervous, and you’re not sure why when you’ve done this before. 

he gets started, and during the whole examination, you’re dripping on his fingers and on the bed, your eyes glued to the ceiling, trying not to react to everything he does, but you can’t help it. 

thump.. thump.. thump 

“you okay?”

two of his gloved fingers inside of you, curving his fingers a little to make sure there’s nothing abnormal there. 

when your toes tense, his eyes dart to them, watching the way your thighs and legs tremble.

“yes! is everything okay?”

he lets out a laugh under his breath and nods, pulling his fingers out, a string of your wetness following behind. 

“everything is great; you’re healthy. the only thing i can really note is excessive wetness.” 

blood rushes to your cheeks in embarrassment at those words, but you also get wetter, subconsciously trying to close your legs, and he softly holds your knees. 

“it’s normal. i’m your doctor; you don’t have to be embarrassed about it… let me help you.”

you can feel him staring, but you don’t tear your eyes away from the ceiling.

the cold air in the room hitting your pussy. your hands on your stomach balling into fists.

nanami watches with a sharp eye as you nod, but you don't look at him, giving him permission to help with that eager mess. 

he smiles, finding you endearing. sliding the chair closer, slipping two of his fingers slowly inside again.

pumping them in and out for a few seconds and sliding them out quickly to get a quick taste of you. 

he wants nothing more than to taste you, but this will do for now. sliding both fingers back inside, curving them to hit your g-spot, making you shudder. 

“dr. nan—mm!" 

his mouth is salivating while he stares at his fingers, the sounds echoing in the room. he’s been addicted to the sound your pussy makes ever since you started coming to him. 

it does something to him; he’s so focused in on you he doesn’t notice your walls clenching tightly around his fingers, using his other gloved hand to rub your clit with his thumb. 

your jaw is clenched, trying not to make any noise, not wanting to give the two of you away, but the pressure in your lower stomach is expanding, and you can’t hold onto it anymore. 

his fingers are sliding deeper, and right when you’re about to let it all out, the knot in your stomach slowly unravels until there’s a sharp knock on the door. 

“your eleven thirty is here, sir!” 

nanami lets out a disappointed sigh, sliding his fingers out and looking at his watch. 

“i'm sorry about that; please come back whenever. i'll help you.”

that’s when you finally look at him, his eyes glossed over, staring back at you. 

“i can’t let you leave like this. you’re practically dripping… i can help, i’m your doctor.”

fratjo recording and blackmailing you (..◜ᴗ◝..) request by: commenter

music is echoing through his apartment while you’re spread out on his bed, your hands trembling while you try to push him off of you, but he’s way too big. 

satoru is repeatedly slapping your pussy and laughing, his eyes lighting up every time you whimper and flinch. 

“stop, stop moving, be a good girl.” 

laughing again as he steadies his phone and zooms in on your pussy and how wet your slit is, your hand trying to push the phone away, but he roughly pushes your hand away. 

he steps in between your thighs all the way so that you can’t move your bottom half, still recording your pussy and you trembling when he does a very tiny touch on your soaking slit. 

it’s a gamble when you come over to his place because he’s always so adamant on recording even when he tells you it’s just for him and he’s not going to show anyone, but you know guys like him, yet you keep coming over. 

satoru doesn’t want you talking to anyone else or fucking someone else, so he tells you not to or the videos he took will be sent out. 

“but why?” 

confused and hurt on why he would do that, but satoru gives you a half-assed answer because he doesn’t even know for himself.

even after this threat, you’re laid back with him, while he laughs and teases you while he records all of it. panning the camera from your pussy to your face, laughing harder, and slapping your pussy when you cover your face with both hands. 

“she's shy; don’t be shy. come on, show them that pretty face.” 

popping his gum and tugging one hand away from your face, smiling wide at the tear streaks through the little bit of makeup you have on. 

“here, hold my gum for me; open your mouth.” 

you cover your eyes, still focused on the shaky camera, but you obey and open your mouth, and he spits his gum into your mouth, then moves down in between your thighs. 

biting the soft flesh there making you clamp your thighs shut over his head. he drops his phone down, smacking one of your thighs and pushing them back open wide, gathering up spit in his mouth and spitting right on your core. 

picking his phone up and laughing to himself before rubbing it all over your pussy and dipping two fingers inside of you, just the tips of them to tease you. 

both of your hands are back over your face again, and your lower half is trembling. 

he got everything he wanted to get, from your pretty pussy to your humiliated face, so he stops recording so he can do what he really wants. 

toji fucks you so good your ears start ringing (˶>⩊<˶)

it didn’t start right away. the first two times the both of you got intimate, it was soft and caring, like he was trying to prove something to you. 

“did you cum?”

already getting out of the bed to grab a cigarette and put on his sweatpants, not a bead of sweat on either of your foreheads, and all you let out is a tiny "mhm."

that was the second time, and you already started to accept that maybe y'all just weren’t compatible until the magical third time that started a pattern. 

“AH! ah, fuck, mmmf.”

pushing your face into the pillow, drool on different parts of the bed from all the places he put you. 

his hand gripping the back of your neck, holding you in place while slamming his hips into your ass, his eyes stuck on the ripples your ass makes every time. 

a deep groan in the middle of his chest, putting one foot on the bed for a steadier hold on you. 

he pushes deeper inside of you if that’s even possible, and you spasm, your ears ringing; you don’t realize you came, but he does, and he keeps going. 

your whole body is numb, but you can still feel your pussy, and toji can definitely feel the warmness coating the bedsheets right beneath where you and he connect. 

that was the best sex you ever had; you were baffled by the complete change. 

it started happening again and again; every time your ear would ring on the first orgasm and continue on. 

when it first happened, you thought something unfortunate happened nearby, only to find out toji was fucking you so hard your ears just… gave up. 

he mostly has you in doggy because that’s where he can go deep and touch the furthest parts of you while touching your soft ass. 

so when he has you pinned down by the neck while you pant like a dehydrated dog and your body is limp, there’s nothing else your body can do but give in.

“keep it in the air now."

pushing himself deeper inside of you, rolling his hips, making you jolt and squirm, a faint whimper leaving your mouth while he smacks your ass repeatedly, making sure you don’t lose your position. 

the ringing in your ear is non-stop; the sound is louder now that another wave is moving through your body. 

toji knows because you told him, and he finds it amusing, smirking whenever he feels you tighten around his dick. 

“can you hear me? huh? hey, I'm talking to you.”

laughing while he pats his ass, his cum all down his shaft and inside of you. 

satoru accidentally uses an aphrodisiac (˶˃⤙˂˶)

it's not unusual for you to leave things sitting around in the house and for satoru to pick them up. 

this time you brought home a pretty pink and purple drink in the bottle and left it on the counter, forgetting about it. 

an hour later, satoru comes home, picking it up and taking a look at the name and nothing further before opening it and drinking it. neither of you had any idea what was in the bottle, so when he started acting weird, you were confused. 

it only takes an hour for the aphrodisiac to kick in all the way; his pupils dilated big, and his dick was standing so far at attention it was aching and throbbing to the point it was hurting. 

he needs to be inside of you now. 

it's like a chip is implemented in his brain where the only program direction is to fuck your brains out until you milk all the cum out of his dick until it's not possible for him to cum days after this. 

satoru is already a horny dog, so the aphrodisiac running through his systems is doing numbers on him, beads of sweat forming and running down his face. 

you’re on the couch completely unaware of what’s happening. 

he walks over, standing and blocking your view of the tv with his dick right in your face, quickly unzipping his pants and sliding them down with his briefs.

cum is already leaking down his shaft. all he did was think about you, and he finished, but that isn’t stopping him because he wants the real thing. 

he wants your warm tight walls clinging to his pathetic dick, milking him for all he’s worth. 

a warm pink spread across his cheeks and thighs, his body warm with pleasure and anticipation, waiting for you to wrap your hand around his dick and give him what he wants. 

drool forming in the corner of his mouth, and he's about to pounce on you until you dip your head and lick the tip of his dick, a small moan coming from you and a deep groan coming from him.

this feels like heaven to him, and that is a heavy understatement for what it is that he is feeling.

there’s a feeling all over his body right now; it feels like tiny kisses and little licks. his body is trembling, and he feels like at any moment he’s going to pass out. 

he can barely stand; his head is so fucking tingly he can’t think, his tongue is numb, and he’s buzzing. his fingernails are digging into the palm of his hand, but he still can't focus. 

“more… fuck, stop.” 

grabbing the back of your head and pushing his hips so his dick is fucking the back of your throat, he doesn’t go more than 30 seconds without finishing all down your throat. 

your hands find your thighs, quickly squeezing, and he groans, pulling out and grabbing your arm, turning you around, and snatching down your pajama pants. 

a warm sensation is running down his nose; he doesn’t even care that he has a nosebleed because he slides himself in deep, another low groan coming out of him and a choked-out sob. 

the aphrodisiac makes it out like you're squeezing him tighter than you actually are; it feels so good he cums right on impact, sobbing. his forehead dropping to your back, his hands on your hips tight. 

“baby?” 

trying to turn towards him, but his grip on you is tight, he starts thrusting again, more drool dripping out of his mouth. he keeps crying and cumming.

it's only been ten minutes, and when he pulls out, so much cum is coming out of you, and he stares at it, his dick bright red and still stiff. his eyes glow a little, and he groans and collapses on the floor, passing out. 

eating your pussy is the closest sukuna will get to eating you (˶˃⤙˂˶)

eating you would cause him many lifetimes of misery, and he doesn’t want that; he wants to keep you for as long as he can. preserve you, have you as a personal pet, so eating is off the table… for now. 

when sukuna first got a taste of the surface of your flesh and how your flavor just seemed to melt on his tongue, he was hooked. 

there’s almost a light saltiness to your mound when he first brings his mouth to it, a deep sweetness when his tongue swirls around your clit and between your folds. 

he wasn’t expecting the similarity to be so different but all in the same because he still craved you. 

sukuna wants to consume you from the bottom up. 

when he has you on his face, the base of his tongue sliding back and forth over your clit and then diving the tip of his tongue in your wet, dripping hole, he knows he’s going to have to resist taking a bite, be gentle, and be soft, like how you want, but he’s a monster; that isn’t in his nature. 

it’s so fucking hard doing kitten strokes over that pretty pussy, being in control of himself and not working on impulse. 

he knows how easy it is on the height difference alone and his advantage on arms; you’ll be a good snack, that’s all, not a full meal like he wants. 

so when his tongue is salivating watching you, he knows he’ll never be satisfied. 

sukuna isn’t eating for sexual pleasure; he’s eating for your taste. 

even though you’re moaning and watching your back while holding a tight grip on his hair, having orgasm after orgasm, he’s not doing it to make you happy. 

there’s times when he’s just not satisfied with it; he’ll be licking for hours, and it still isn’t enough. 

that’s when he’ll take a tiny nip, making you squeak, tugging at his hair, and arching your back more. 

“s-sukuna! not too hard, okay?”

staring down at him while he continues nipping at you, sliding his tongue over the marks to soothe you. 

a finger tracing over your hips while he does it. 

whenever he’s feeling hungry for you, he knows just where to go: home, right in between your thighs. 

licking and nipping until he gets tired, not until the craving goes away, because he knows it never will. 

toji is fascinated by your panties

toji has been your roommate for six months; you have not had any complaints because he never talks to you and rent is cheap. 

at first, toji didn't really care for you; he just wanted his peace and quiet, and everything would be good, but that was until he saw the money shot one night. 

it's like any other friday where you’re stumbling inside after a night out with tiny clothes on, but this time your panties could be seen; if you can even call them that, they barely cover your ass cheeks. 

when toji’s eyes glide from the tv right to those bright pink lace panties, he immediately pulls out his phone, subtly taking as many pictures as he can while his sweatpants grow a tiny wet spot. 

“you need help?”

finally speaking up as he watches you fumble with your heels just trying to get to bed and you giggle kicking them off and waving one hand while the other twists the doorknob to your room open. 

“no no no its fine, night.”

he thought this was pure luck on his side, so he took matters into his own hands when it came to getting panty shots also known as “creep shots” to normal people. 

the pictures of you in his phone accumulates fast over time. 

when you’re in the kitchen he’s in the kitchen pretending to get something when in reality his finger is tapping quickly taking pictures of your ass or subtly sliding it under your skirt. 

there’s even a cute designated folder for you that he jerks off to almost every night, grunting and imagining all the times he could’ve easily bent you over and fucked the shit out of you. 

of course you noticed that he was around you more, but it didn't click that he had any ulterior motives; you just thought he was more comfortable having you around, knowing how hard it is for someone to move a random person in. 

because of this, you went out of your way to initiate little things like watching tv together or sitting down and eating together. toji said yes. why wouldn’t he? having more access to you is exactly what he wants. 

the folder on his phone is even more filled now, but now he's unsatisfied because it's just too easy now. he liked the fact that he could catch you in the kitchen and start taking pictures; now it has lost its charm, making him go lower. 

it's friday night, meaning you're out and he’s home, making his way into your room for the first time. 

when he walks in he takes a mintue to soak up your scent, palming himself while walking to the dresser. 

the dresser rocks as he pulls out every drawer, the first two filled with bras and panties in disarray. he pulls out his phone and starts taking pictures of them, pulling out one of the lacey panties and one catches his eye, its a deep purple with thin lace. 

he takes them and lays them on your bed and pulls his sweatpants down and starts jerking off over them. grunting and looking over at the picture you have of yourself and some friends, staring at you. 

now pretending you’re under him waiting to take his cum, looking up desperately.

his tip is red and throbbing almost vibrating with anticipating, his cum right on the edge waiting to come out, his heart beating out of his chest and his hand squeezing tighter around his dick.

he’s almost there, he just needs one more mintue, one more thats all, until the front door click opens. toji spills all over your panties and onto your comforter, taking a moment to collect himself. 

there is cum everywhere on the comforter from how far it shot out. he knows he has time because of how you are on friday nights. 

he balls your panties up, stuffing them back into your drawer, closing the bottom one with his foot, and closing the rest. 

out in the doorway youre trying to steady yourself to get in your room, laughing and grounding yourself while toji slips in your bathroom grabbing a towel and wiping the cum from the comforter. 

its not clean and a little noticeable but he’s confident that you’ll strike it down to a random stain you forgot you made. 

he comes out and you’re still standing bye the front door. 

“you need help?”

one hand in his pocket and you look up softly smiling and nod, he helps you into your room laying on the same bed he made a mess in.

suguru your demon boyfriend (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

your boyfriend of 3 years is possessed by a sex-obsessed demon, aka an incubus.

suguru was never super sexual; of course, the both of you had sex a good amount, but it wasn’t obnoxious. things started getting weird a few months ago. 

at first it started as dreams, suguru prying your legs open. licking stripes up and down your wet slit, your taste gathering on his tongue.

in the dreams you could never see his face, only his long hair beautifully hiding his face, taking your hand, putting it in his hair, wanting to move it to see his face, but something was stopping you. 

but that didn’t strike you as weird; the night fucking did. 

you’ll be sleeping nicely, and then you would hear the floor creak and suguru softly pull the comforter from over you, making you shift and wake up. 

“i want you… right now.” 

the light illuminates his face, his eyes almost light in a glow, and you’re too sleepy to ask questions, so you pull him down in between your legs, putting the comforter over the both of you. 

you softly kiss his cheek, adjusting yourself while he strokes himself over your soaking pussy. 

“are you okay?” 

your voice is soft while you look up at him, not really grasping what’s going on, just thinking your boyfriend is horny late at night. 

suguru doesn’t reply and instead slides himself inside of you slowly with a low groan, putting his face in the crook of your neck so he can smell everything.

he drives deeper when he hears you gasp, clawing his back while he gets faster; it felt so different but amazing, like he was bringing your soul out inch by inch while keeping you grounded in your body. 

This was only the tip of the iceberg. 

it became routine at this point: no sex in the morning, afternoon, or start of the night, and instead right at twelve when the moon would be shining through the curtains. he’ll put you in different positions and drive you to the point where you feel like your body is holding onto this intensity and cum right inside of you while he breathes you in. 

nothing is suspicious to you because he acts like regular suguru during the day: loving, funny, and everything under the sun.

there’s no complaining when he wakes you up now; your body has grown to love it because he’s marked you. 

the first time the incubus took over his body and saw that beautiful face of yours, he knew he couldn’t let you go, and so he marked you. putting his hand over your abdomen, talking to it while you slept right before waking you up. 

a glowing mark now marked on you for only him to see, knowing you’re his. 

when he’s fucking you and you’re letting out orgasm after orgasm, making a mess all over his dick while tears pour out, you’re giving him little bits of your soul every time. 

when it's too good, almost like you’re floating, you’ll get nosebleeds, clutching onto him like a lifeline while you squeeze around his dick, making sure he pumps you full with cum. 

his eyes glowing when the both of you cum at the same time, watching how your mark lights up, connecting to him. 

nsfw alphabet w/suguru

a = aftercare: by the time suguru is done with you you’re out like a light, he’s still sweating on top of you, trying to slide himself out of you but your walls keep him locked in. 

he’ll finally pull out and wipe you down then put you on his chest, watching you sleep until he eventually dozes off. 

b = boobs: suguru loves your boobs and the way that they fill his hand, how hard and reactive your nipples get when he rubs them and how they feel in his mouth when he’s covering them in hickies and spit. 

c = cunt: suguru gets your cunt soaked. he likes when you wear tiny things that your messy cunt messes up in just an hour because of the way he teases you. 

d = dick: his dick is 7 inches hard with a nice girth. its not too wide but not small either, you can feel it in your stomach when he has you face down ass up taking it in back to back strokes, no 5 second breaks. when he pulls out hes back in a second, touching every little spot that turns you into a sprinkler. 

e = experience: suguru has a lot of experience which brings you pleasure that you've never got before.

f = forcing : he likes forcing you to take his dick. suguru taught you well, he knows you can take it and make him cum in under five minutes if you really put your mind to it and work your throat the way he told you too while the tears in your eyes burned and poured every few seconds.

g = gagging : suguru loves when you gag on his dick, the bubbles from your saliva building up on his dick and your throating tightening around the head of it every time he bucked his hips into you. his hand on the back of your head making sure you don’t breathe until you make him finish. 

h = hair : he makes sure you use his hair as a handle when he’s in between your soft thighs. moaning every time you pull it when his tongue runs over your clit making your body tense from the intensity, tugging harder and harder each time.

i = intimacy : suguru loves taking care of you. he makes sure every time he’s touching you he does it softly, he is never letting thing go fast, he takes things slow. softly kissing in between your tits all the way down to your pussy, light touches all around. 

j = jerking off : every time his hand wraps around his dick his mind drifts to you every single time, your pretty face and the way you smell, your laugh when he tells a corny joke. sometimes he can’t help himself and does it three times in a row, letting his cum coat his hand. 

k = kinks : suguru is very open minded, a few of his kinks are - bondage, impact play, voyeurism, breeding, cum eating, edging. 

l = lewd : the sounds that come from your pussy when he’s sliding in and out of you is a sound that suguru wishes to listens to every time he’s trying to relax or when he’s doing errands. 

m = morning : the morning after is always the best because he gets to go another round when you’re freshly waked, softly spreading your thighs and eating you out first, taking his time with you making sure to savor the taste. 

n = nudes : suguru has a folder full of your nudes, looking at them every day and every night with a hand in his pants his eyes glued to the screen and his tip leaking down his shaft, all of it just for you. 

o = orgasm : the orgasms he gets with you feels like ten in one. he spasms a little while his eyes get heavy and his dick gets stiff. it all comes crashing down at him at once, tightening his grip on you to make you stay, making him ride it out. 

p = pearl necklace : when you’re on your knees staring up at suguru eager for his cum he doesnt waste time giving it to you especially since you’re so good for him, letting his warm cum fall on your chest, slowly stroking himself teasing you. 

q = quickie : suguru goes out of his way not to have quick fucks because he wants to savor and feel you but the adrenaline he gets when you’re bent over taking it in a bathroom at a restaurant is unmatched.

r = raw : he doesn’t like fucking you with a condom, it’s too much of a barrier. he wants to feel the warm slickness coating his dick when you squirt. 

s = squirt : suguru knows how to work his mouth and fingers, he knew how to eat pussy before knowing how to properly fuck. so when he made you squirt for the first time he got greedy for it. all he wanted every time he was between those thighs is for you to make an unapologetic mess right on his face. 

t = tempting: he can’t hold back when it comes to you. he knows you put on certain things to make him lose his mind but he cant even sit with that feeling because all he wants to do is take it off.

u = united : whenever he is inside of you he feels united. like he’s fucking you for the first time after a month of not seeing each other when in reality he fucked you last night. that’s the beauty of it and the way he sees you, you always feel like the first time he was inside of you. 

v = voluptuous : he loves your body and how your bodies mold together, like you were made for each other. the way your ass jiggles when he has you on all fours, your curves and how beautiful they are, his fingers sinking into your soft thighs. 

w = wild : his hair gets wild after sex, leaving you to fix it if it gets really crazy. laying in between your legs while you gently brush out the knots that formed. 

x = x rated : this page is x rated, just like when suguru picks you up and fucks you against the wall… that’s x rated. 

y = yummy : suguru’s cum is not off putting, not too salty or bitter, that’s why you prefer when its in your mouth, because it actually tastes good. 

suguru likes when you squirt on his dick, it only makes him hornier and gives him an excuse to fuck you longer.

toji being mean to you in bed (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) request by: anon <3

toji’s hand comes down on your cheek multiple times, making you moan while his other hand pushes your thigh, holding you open. 

your walls cling to his dick with every stroke, your body trembling from both pain and pleasure. 

the sting of every slap sends your body into shock, but after it fades, all you want is more. digging your nails into his back and bucking your hips, matching the rhythm in which he’s fucking you. 

toji makes you sit in the pain; he knows how much you like it and how you want him to keep slapping you with no breaks in between, but he’s not toji if he’s not making you work for it. 

“yeah, keep going; you're so fucking desperate for it i almost gave in.”

he thrusts again, deeper, making you cry out for him, and he slaps you, making you whimper, arching your back a little so your clit can make contact with his skin. 

the sounds of you progressively getting wetter make him dig into you more, his fingertips sinking into your thigh while your walls continue to squeeze around him. 

he groans under his breath because of how hard you’re squeezing him, knowing if he looks you in the eyes, he’ll finish, and he can’t have that. 

instead, he stops slapping you and puts a hand around your neck, applying pressure, making you moan, and putting your hands over his. 

“move your fucking hand; just feel it.”

pushing deeper inside, making you moan louder, your body goes limp. 

all the heat in your body rushing to your face and pussy. 

you move your hands and let your arms just fall on your sides, your breathing getting louder, and that’s when he lets up slapping you again. 

“ah, fuck! toji, please, give me a second.” 

he doesn’t even give you a millisecond and instead leans down more, putting his full body weight on you and grinding while thrusting into you so you can feel every inch. 

“you gonna tap out? hm?”

gathering up spit in his mouth and letting it drop on your face, then licking over your lips and dragging his tongue all over your face. 

he leans back up and slaps you and then takes both your arms, pinning them on your sides so that you won’t move while he drives deeper and faster. 

your thighs are starting to get tight from how far they stretch. 

“look at that, just fucking begging for it. you’ve been wet the entire time.” 

toji leans down again, putting his full body weight on you, only his lower half moving. 

the sound of the mattress creaking in rhythm with your bodies. 

“you’re sick, you know? wanting me to slap you around and talk down on you like a fucking idiot.”

you don’t prove him wrong and squeeze around him tighter, making him groan, his face falling between your tits, trying to keep his rhythm steady, but he’s failing. 

holding himself back becomes too much of a chore; he couldn’t hold himself back from finishing inside that pretty needy pussy, and when he does, he lifts his head up. 

“open your mouth.” 

you do eagerly, trying to buck your hips to not let him try to get more stimulation, but he’s crushing you. 

he spits in your mouth, and your eyes flutter, making him laugh. 

“god, you look stupid. close your mouth.”