ughhuhhhh but listen… something about the thought of toji watching you touch yourself; maybe it’s not your first time together, but it’s also not like you’re /dating/ (date? him? you? you’d laugh. you don’t know it, but he’d grin) maybe you’ve already done the rough and ready Toji Tested, Reader Approved hard fuck, and you weren’t sure there could be something more embarrassing than asking a man you hardly knew to please not stop, to fuck you harder—!! (the memory alone makes you full-body flush) but now you’ve got your legs spread, pussy bare, up on the bed, and you almost want to die with shame as you stroke yourself so he can watch, leering, leaned back in a chair, long legs kicked up, fully clothed
FVDNDFJN . . . god, him just being totally relaxed while you're all nervous and warm and awkward. occasionally he'll drop a few low words of almost praise, or an order; "that's it, darlin'," or maybe "c'mere, a little bit closer for me", or "spread your legs wider, angel, i know y'can do it--' and every time you're so eager to please him--
and of course, after you're done and panting and have your fingers all soaked with yourself, he stands up and you can see the stiffness tenting at the front of his crotch as he gives you a lazy, slow smile and drawls; "now that you've gotten yourself all ready, y'gonna be good for me while i fuck you?"
