#nope!!!

heat floods your face, not entirely from anger and that makes you more upset. because he’s right. time after time, you both fuss and fight and argue, and still your door opens for him. and so do your legs.

“shut the hell up, toji,” you whine, your hand holds him to your neck, back arching into his hard chest as he nips and tongues at the area below your ear. your knees weaken, buckling, held up with his large hands on your waist.

he walks you both back to your room, head still buried in your neck but so familiar with the steps he could take this path in his sleep. soon, the back of your knees are hitting the bed and both of you are tumbling onto it, toji’s weight heavy and welcome on your frame.

“c’mon, baby.” his lips brush your ear, the air from his words making you shiver in his grasp. “you’ll forgive me soon enough.”

the smugness that oozes from the words light a fire in you, overcome with anger that takes you by surprise. you wrench toji away from you by the hair in the base of his neck. he cries out in pain, pulling back to look at you with annoyance at being interrupted.

“what the fuck is your—“

“get on your knees, toji.”

his mouth drops open. “excuse me?”

you gulp, nervous, but your voice is firm and your chin is tilted upwards so you’re looking him in his eyes. “get on your knees, or get the fuck out.”

he stares. you stare back, challenging him while your heart hammers in your chest. it’s a risky ultimatum, or it would be, if toji was anyone else. if toji didn’t get off on the tension and anger just as much as you.

it’s still a little surprising when toji grumbles something intelligible, pushing himself off you and coming to his knees on the floor in front of you, an irritated expression painting his worn features. “are you going to tell me why the fuck i'm down here?”

“apologize.”

his eyes widen up at you for a split second before he throws his head back and laughs. a loud, offensive, barking laugh that makes you grit your teeth. “toji!”

he wipes a nonexistent tear from the corner of one eye and sighs. he finds your fists clenched in your sheets and your eyes on fire when he faces you again. he stops.

“wait, you bein' serious?”

your fingers grip his cheeks harshly and you can feel him grind his teeth together as you pull his face to yours, bending down until your noses are touching.

“apologize,” you whisper against his lips, “or you get nothing from me tonight.”

he scoffs. “yeah, right. let’s see how long you last.”

he pries your fingers from his cheeks, about to push himself to his feet but your fingers glide into his hair instead, keeping him down at your feet.

“you know what you can do? you can watch.”

“…excuse me?”

using his head as leverage, you lift your legs until your feet are perched on the edge, leaning back a bit to accommodate the awkward position. the action lifts your shirt so it falls in the space between your thighs and stomach, exposing your already wet cunt to the cool air of your room, immediately catching toji’s attention.

whatever issue you had with balance dissipates as toji takes initiative and pushes your thighs further into your chest, forcing you to your back. calloused hands stroke up and down your legs as you come to rest on your elbows, glaring down at him.

he lets out a wolfish whistles, eyes catching on the slick that looks just past your entrance, making your cunt glisten. his tongue pokes out of his mouth and he squeezes your legs in his hands, bending down like he’s ready to feast but you stop him again with a finger to his forehead.

he sighs, head veering sideways until it rests on your bent knee. “had a long day at work, dealing with stuff you couldn’t think of. and you think it wise to deny a hard working man his meal?”

your eyes roll, a feeble attempt to hide how they words make you feel, but your cunt clenches around nothing anyway. you keep one arm on the bed for leverage, bringing the other around your front and down to your cunt, slowly swiping a finger from your opening to your clit, spreading your arousal. you shiver under your touch and feel toji’s hands tighten in a bruising grip on your legs.

“you can eat when you’ve apologized,” your index finger taps on your clit, making you jump slightly and toji’s eyes follow the string of moisture that sticks to your finger. “but until then, watch and starve.”

toji’s head snaps upwards and his voice comes out as a ragged growl. “baby—“

but you cut him off with a gasp, starting to swirl your finger on the nerve with more force, so sensitive under toji’s gaze and so satisfying, knowing you have a hold over him, finally. you rub your clit in just the way you like, the way he does every time you’re close to orgasm when he’s inside you. your cunt spams around nothing, and you moan softly as you watch toji kneel, captivated by you.

toji is silent, bottom lips between his teeth, eyes jumping around, fixated on the quaking of your thighs, how your hand grips at the sheet beneath you, the pulsing of your entrance, and he groans low when you finally push a finger inside yourself and whisper his name.

“c’mon, mama,” he pants, watching with rapt attention as you pump your finger in frustration, trying to reach the spot that makes you see stars but falling short. “you know i can help you, know i can reach it.”

you shake your head, choosing instead to stroke at your sensitive walls and you cry out, head falling back. it’s annoying, because he’s right, and he can reach it so well, but you have a point to prove. “doesn’t—doesn’t matter. you know what you have to do.”

when you push in a second finger, your voice cracks on a whine. toji breaks, all the pride leaving his body.

“fuck, ‘m sorry. i’m so sorry, baby. now let me help, yeah?”

a dazed grin makes its way to your face and you see the bob of toji’s throat as he swallows hard. he waits with baited breath for your response, eyes searching your features for a smidge of mercy. the sound as your fingers leave your cunt is obscene, loud in the silence between you two.

“you mean it? you’re sorry?”

“don’t make me—yes, i’m sorry,” he almost backtracks, but upon seeing your smile fall, he corrects himself hurriedly. you hum, bringing your soiled fingers up to his lips, tapping twice before he opens them obediently, taking them in and grunting at the taste of you.

you shudder at the workings of his tongue, over and around your fingers, cunt leaking as he stares into your eyes all the while. sooner than you want, you pull them from his mouth with a wet pop, dragging them through his hair and gripping at his roots, tugging him forward.

“that’s all i asked,” you’re breathless with anticipation, and so is he, eyes zoned in on your cunt like it’s the only thing on his mind. his hands push your legs further against your chest, exposing you further. “now make it up to me, hm?”

“yeah, let me make you feel good, baby.”

a relieved breath leaves his lips as he leans down and finally sucks your clit past his lips. a sound between a sob and a moan leaves you and your eyes clench shut, grinding your cunt up into his mouth as you leak all over the sheets.

a vibration on your clit causes your back to bend, and it continues, sucking all the air from your lungs. through the mind-numbing pleasure, you think he’s moaning in pleasure, until you feel the pauses between them. it takes you a second to decipher, but a quiver of euphoria runs through your folded body as you realize he’s saying ‘i’m sorry’ while sucking and licking on your pussy.

“oh toji—oh fuck—good boy, baby—just like that.”

he stills. you don’t realize until his mouth leaves your cunt slick and coated in his saliva. you’re still breathing hard, hand still gripping at his roots, and you meet his eyes with reluctance.

“…too much?”

“no.” he answers quick, voice a rasp. that’s when you notice his eyes. blown out wide, glassy as he stares up at you. “say it—say it again. please.”

you’re speechless. this is new, you’ve never seen him like this. it’s a sight, a pretty one, an arousing one. he’s like putty in your hands and you want to play with him, so badly.

“be a good boy and make me cum, toji.”

his mouth finds your clit again with renewed vigor, now fully groaning around it like he’s getting pleasure for the action himself. your eyes roll and your body stiffens, closer to your orgasm than you thought.

“give me a finger, toji, fuck—hit that s-spot for me—oh god—“

his hand leaves your leg and two of his fingers enter you fast, curling up instantly. your mouth falls open with a silent cry and your thighs shake hard, hips moving to meet toji’s fingers with each thrust.

“making you feel good, right?” his tongue flicks at your clit and you jump at the motion, so sensitive it almost hurts.

“ngh—making me feel sososo good—fuck, keep g-going—“

he looks up at you, holding eye contact as your body responds so readily to his ministrations. the wet squelch of your cunt around his fingers, your shuddering breaths, the warmth flooding your body. it’s border lining on too much when toji presses and grinds his fingers up right where you need him most and you snap.

“good—good boy t-toji—making me c-cum so good—ah!”

your vision goes white as your cunt flutters and spills out around his fingers. your back bows and a stuttering whine of his name barely makes its way past your lips, the intensity of your orgasm stealing the breath from your lungs. toji grunts below you, fingers pumping slowly and placing a last wet kiss on your clit.

you’re still dazed from release when he lets go of your other leg, getting to his feet wobbly. he’s breathing hard, mouth wide open as he stares at the mess he’s made of you below him. his cock is straining the front of his pants and he palms it with a shudder. you sit up, rising to rest on your hands slowly.

“toji…”

he shakes his head, belt buckle ringing as he hastily removes it from around his waist. “nah, lie back down, mama. you didn't say i was forgiven, right? i’m not done making it up to you yet.”

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