#pegginghim

Megumi's dark hair clung to his sweat-damp forehead as you shoved him face-down onto the bed, his ass up high, cheeks spread wide by your rough hands. The lube-slick strap-on bobbed heavy between your thighs, its girthy length gleaming under the dim lamp light. You slapped his ass hard, the crack echoing sharp, leaving a red handprint blooming on pale skin. He yelped into the pillow, body jerking, his cock already twitching hard beneath him.

"Look at you, you’re so pathetic," you snarled, grabbing a fistful of his dark hair and yanking his head back, forcing his neck to arch. Tears welled in his eyes instantly, spilling hot down his flushed cheeks as pain mixed with the humiliating thrill shooting straight to his leaking cock. The sharp tug burned his scalp, roots protesting. "Begging to be fucked like a bitch in heat. Say it—tell me how much you need me to ruin your worthless ass."

"P-please," he whimpered, voice breaking, muffled against the pillow's cotton that soaked up his drool and snot. His thighs trembled, ass cheeks quivering from the slap's afterburn, skin hot and tingling. "Please, fuck me... I need it."

You laughed low, spitting a thick glob right into his open mouth when you wrenched his jaw wider. The warm saliva hit his tongue, salty and viscous, sliding down his throat as he swallowed reflexively, choking on a sob. Before he could close his lips, you shoved three fingers past them, hooking deep, stretching his mouth wide. "Suck."

He did, gagging softly on your digits, the bitter tang of your skin mixing with spit as you lined up the strap's fat head against his puckered hole. One brutal thrust breached him, stretching him mercilessly. He cried out around your fingers, tears streaming freely now, soaking the pillow as his body seized, walls gripping the invading girth like a vice. You didn't pause, slamming balls-deep, your hips grinding the harness against your swollen clit while his ass swallowed every inch.

"M-more," he begged through the mouthful, words slurred and desperate, hips bucking back despite the sobs wracking his frame. You slapped his ass again, harder, the fresh sting making him clench tighter around your strap.

"Greedy slut," you growled, pounding relentless, the bedframe creaking under the force. Lube squelched obscenely with each plunge, his prostate throbbing under the assault. You finger-fucked his mouth in rhythm, drool bubbling at the corners, his whimpers turning high and broken.

Tears blurred his vision, cheeks burning with humiliation, but his body betrayed him, hole fluttering hungrily, cock pulsing untouched. "Please...more, I'm your slut.”

He gasped when you pulled your fingers free, strings of spit connecting them to his swollen lips.

"Please," he whispered, voice shaky. You reach over, your hand wrapping around his cock, stroking from base to tip in time with your thrusts. He moaned, loud and broken, hips bucking into your fist. "Fuck, yes," he panted.

You pumped him harder, twisting your wrist on the upstroke, while you fucked into him faster, the slap of your hips against his ass echoing in the room.

His breaths came in ragged bursts, body trembling as pleasure built. You felt him tense, his cock throbbing in your grip as he bucked his hips into your hand one last time—hot spurts of cum shooting across his chest, splattering his skin. Your hand didn't stop, slick with his release, sliding over the sensitive head. You drove deeper, grinding against his prostate with every snap of your hips.

"Ah—wait, too much," he whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. His body jerked, oversensitive nerves firing wildly, but you pinned him down with your free hand on his hip, thrusting relentlessly. Tears spilled over, tracking down his flushed cheeks as he sobbed, cock twitching uselessly in your unrelenting fist.

"Please... I can't..." His voice cracked into a high-pitched whine, legs shaking, ass clenching. You leaned down, licking his tears, jerking him faster until he was a mess of cries and whimpers, completely undone beneath you.

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear as you kept your hand moving on his spent cock, fingers gliding through the sticky mess of his cum. "Yes you can," you murmured, voice low and commanding, nipping at his earlobe. "Take it for me, Gumi."

He shook his head weakly, fresh sobs bubbling up from his throat, but his hips betrayed him, twitching upward into your grip despite the overstimulation. Tears soaked the pillow beneath him, his dark hair matted to his forehead. "Gah—too sensitive," he gasped, voice breaking into a pitiful mewl as you squeezed the base of his shaft.

You didn't slow down. Your hips snapped forward harder. His hole fluttered around the thick silicone, clenching desperately as you fucked him without mercy. Your other hand roamed up his chest, pinching a nipple roughly, twisting until he arched and cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure.

"That's it, cry for me," you encouraged, pumping his cock faster now, the wet sounds of skin on skin filling the air. His balls tightened again as he whimpered incoherently, legs trembling, his upper half laying weakly on the bed. Overload hit him like a storm, his body convulsing, cock pulsing in your fist without spilling a drop this time, just dry, shuddering aftershocks that left him wrecked.

You finally eased off, slowing your thrusts to a gentle rock, but kept stroking him lightly, drawing out the last tremors.

He lays there panting, chest heaving, eyes glassy and red-rimmed, utterly spent. “So when are we doing this again?”

a/n: waiting for my uber…

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''I want to peg you!''

A strap-on.

He rolled his eyes, thinking this was one of your pranks again. After all, you didn't love playing the occasional prank on him. Catching him off guard was your speciality. Especially when he least expected it. So he just smirked to himself, averting his gaze back to his phone.

There was no way you were serious. You? Pegging him?? Toji Fushiguro wasn't the type to bottom, and you knew that. Yes, he was the occasional sub. Nothing less, nothing more. This was a whole other field he wasn't fond of exploring.

''Right.'' He muttered, scrolling through his phone. And you huffed. Huffed at the fact he wasn't taking you seriously. You knew you couldn't have suggested the idea of pegging him just like that. He would have laughed in your face. So you decided to go all in, wear a strap and show him just how serious you were.

But no. Not even this act was enough to show him you were very serious.

So you decided on another way of showing him how serious you were being. You walked over, and he just ignored you, continuing to stare at his phone. The bed dipped and he still didn't pay you any mind. Then you grabbed his legs, spreading them.

That got his attention.

'''The fuck are you doing, Ma?'' He almost sounded irritated. And you wanted to get a rise out of him.

You didn't answer him, instead reaching to take off his pants. But instead of succeeding and getting your way, he stopped you, holding your hands in place. You looked at him, and finally he looked at you in all seriousness asking you what you were doing.

It was a stupid question because he knew exactly what you were doing. It wasn't your fault he hadn't taken you serious the first time. So you you said those five words again. I want to peg you. It was as simple as that.

He huffed, shaking his head no.

''I'm not doing this with you today, Ma'am.''

''Oh,'' you started as he shoved you off himself. Here's where the ragebaiting started. ''I see how it is.''

Pretending to leave, you got off the bed, taking off the strap. He looked at you with a frown on his face, asking you what that was supposed to mean.

You sighed, putting on something more comfortable. ''You're scared you couldn't take me. I get it.''

Even though you were standing with your back towards him, you could feel him glaring at you. If looks could kill, his look would have killed you thrice. If your boyfriend hated one thing, it was people telling him what he could and what he couldn't do. Especially if you thought he couldn't do something.

So now, he had to prove something. Prove something to you and himself.

''I think,'' he started, standing up, getting off the bed, ''I could take it better than you do.'' With one tug, he pulled off his sweatpants alongside his boxers.

You gasped. Well, fake gasped. This was what you wanted all along.

''Now, where do you want me?''

Your plan was taking on shape. It took everything inside you not to burst out laughing. And you really wanted to laugh at him. He was so gullible, so easy to read. You loved it.

"Get on your stomach and arch your back a little.'' You had him right where you wanted him. And moments later, he was clinging to a pillow, probably embarrassed at the compromising position he found himself in. When you came up behind him, you giggled at his nervousness. You couldn't see his face, but his ears turned into a bright shade of red. ''Cute.''

''Shut up...''

So you did. Grabbing a bottle of lube you two frequently used, starting off by lubing up one of your fingers. Surely, he wouldn't be able to take more than that. Hell, you weren't even sure he would be able to take your lubed up finger, prodding at his entrance. Obviously, he clenched as soon as he felt you at his hole.

Raising your hand, coming down and smacking his ass, you told him to relax. If he didn't, he'd get hurt.

The second your hand connected with his butt cheek, he looked back at you angrily. But what could he do in this situation? He wasn't in a position to demand anything right now. So you pushed in the tip of your finger very slowly.

''Cold!'' He winced as you apologise, making a mental note to warm up the lube before using it again. Pushing past his walls, you could feel his walls resisting. Trying to push out the foreign object. Trying to stop the foreign sensation.

You bottomed out inside him, free hand rubbing his back soothingly. He let out a groan and you could feel him clenching around you. When his wals stopped resisting, you started moving slowly. Pushing in and pulling out at a slow pace, letting him warm up to the sensation.

''How does it feel?'' You wanted to make sure he wasn't in any pain. Other than the occasional groan or wince, he didn't say much, which was unusual for him. He loved teasing you so it came as a surprise to you that he wasn't telling you you sucked at this. You had almost expected him to flip you over and tell you, he'd show you how it's done.

But no. Nothing.

''I-I don't know...''

Was that a stutter? Did Toji Fushiguro just stutter? You wanted more. You wanted him to break. So you pulled out abruptly, making him gasp, lubing up a second finger, making sure to warm up the lube this time. Then, you pushed past his rim slowly, trying to fit in both of your fingers.

And he was taking you so well. When they were inside fully, he let out a shudder as a wave of electricity flooded his spine. You rubbed his back again, soothingly, making sure he was okay.

Even though you were here fo prove a point and make him go crazy, his well-being was very important to you. If he told you it hurt or he felt uncomfortable, you would stop immediately.

''Come on,'' you muttered, spreading your fingers inside him, ''you must know how you're feeling.''

''I-'' he was caught off by a whimper.

A whimper.

You had curled your fingers downwards and had found his prostate. He was so embarrassed. But that whimper went straight to your core. You wanted to hear him whimper again.

This time, you didn't bother to pull your fingers out, instead, dribbling some lube onto his hole before adding a third finger. That third finger made him bite down on your pillow, tears welling in the corner of his eyes. Then, you started curling all three fingers again. And the sounds he was making were disgustingly pretty.

You didn't even know he could sound like that.

When yiu could spread your three fingers inside of him, you knew he was more than ready to take your strap. It was laughably small actually. He would be fine, you were sure of that.

Ehen you pulled out to wear your harness again, lubing up the toy right after, he whined at the empty feeling, pushing back, clenching down on nothing. It was almost pathetic.

''Shh...'' you muttered, slapping the tip of the toy against his pulsing hole, ''I'm going to give you something better than my fingers.'' And that's when you pushed in. You couldn't believe it. You were finally inside him.

You pushed your hips against his ass slowly, watching it jiggle on impact. And them again. And again. Until you had found a steady rhythm.

Toji was shaking.

Usually, people fall apart on big dicks, telling their partner it's too big and they can't take it. Those lines had come out of your mouth when doing it with Toji a few times. But Toji was falling apart on your small strap. Barely even packing four inches at most. He clung at the bedsheets letting out groans that soon turned into whimpers.

Oh he was a mess.

It got to a point he began pushing back on you. Making sure you gave him all you had. And when you reached under him, stroking his dick alongside your thrusts he was done for. He came. Hard. He was pretty sure he had never came this hard before.

Before you could ask him if he was alright, he turned around to you, eyes glistening with mischief. ''I didn't like it.''

That fucker.

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