“Souls Dont Meet By Accident”

wanna bite them

bf!jj maybank x gf!reader | word count: 2.2k

you're obsessed with your boyfriend's biceps and jj wants to test just how obsessed

cw: sexting, self-pleasure (f and m), sex toys (dildo), rough sex, slight choking, headlock, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, biting (duh, it's jj's biceps hehe)

It was no secret that you were obsessed with your boyfriend’s biceps — constantly asking JJ to send you pictures of him flexing, wrapping your hand around his upper arm and holding on while the two of you walked. Your favorite had to be watching his biceps strain when he’d hold himself over you as he fucked you into the mattress. Your eyes would roll back, the sight enough to have you coming around him. 

warnings: unprotected sex, slight sub!rafe (?), praise, hair pulling, titty sucking, spanking, groping, light biting, face sitting, oral sex (f. receiving), tongue fucking, overstimulation

a/n: this one is for my plus sized baddies ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১

“fuck, fuck, fuck..” to say that rafe was gone and so far away in his own state of hysteria would be putting it nicely. he looked thoroughly flushed underneath you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a bright pink as your hips moved up and down his length. rafe laid there at your mercy, his fingertips digging so hard into the plush flesh of your thighs, you couldn’t help but whine at the slight discomfort every time he managed to grip you even tighter than before. with teary eyes, rafe gazed up at you as his jaw fell slack, his eyebrows knitting together as you switched from bouncing on top of him to dragging your hips slowly over his lap so he could revel in the feeling of you being wrapped around him— so warm and tight.

“holy shit, baby,” rafe groaned, craning his neck to look down and see where you two were connected, “f-feels so fucking good.” he shuddered, blinking slowly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. you watched rafe’s chest cave in with every breath, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he cursed obscenities through gritted teeth. moving his palms to the curves of your hips, he urged you to lean down and rest against his chest, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, and the other gripping the roots of your hair as his mouth latched onto your nipple. “oh—!” you cried out when he started fucking up into you, the plap! plap! plap! of his skin meeting yours making your cheeks heat.

rafe couldn’t comprehend anything else except for the sweet scent of your perfume, the softness of your skin, and the wetness that surrounded his cock with every thrust inside your needy cunt. “i don’t know what you do to me,” rafe held you close, “every time i’m inside you, i can’t fucking think.” he laughed, feeling damn near psychotic by how fast the smile left his lips when he felt you clench around him. slamming his palm down, you yelped when rafe grabbed a handful of your ass without any kind of gentle regard, his teeth nipping at your skin as you reveled in the pure unadulterated pleasure licking your insides. “this body is perfect,” he grunted, groping at your tummy, “you’re perfect.”

before you could register his words, rafe was pulling out and scooting down the bed so he could seat you on his face, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs before his tongue was flicking against your clit. doubling over, you threaded your fingers in his hair as a broken moan sounded from your lips. “oh god!” you squealed, your shoulders dropping in defeat upon feeling the familiar tension beginning to coil in your belly. rafe didn’t care about being soft or sweet when he was devouring you like a man starved. times like this called for your ass and thighs to smother him in a way that had his cock standing up in the air by itself, the tip of his nose nudging your sensitive bundle of nerves as he worked your entrance with his tongue— the combination making you cum on his face in record time.

pov. while playing truth or dare, he discovers his long time bestfriend (who’s so hot and cute) has never had sex before.

notes. i love this plot, it’s so similar to my nerd x frat boy rafe fanfic! thank you for recommending this anonymous

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, gentle sex, vanilla sex, praising, cussing, titty sucking, no proof read, rafe teaching kissing, oral sex

rafe grew up swearing he’d never be attracted to you, swore he’d never let himself be perverted toward you. but ever since you hit college, it’s been a different story.

he’s been with so many girls. every age, every type, but none of them ever hit like you do. your tits sit so perfectly in your bra that he gets nervous whenever you stand there casually talking about life while getting dressed.

he’s seen you almost naked plenty of times, just in a bra and panties, but never fully bare. he acted cool in the moment, eyes not lowering down to the obvious outline of your pussy. but he’d be lying if he said he’d never fantasized about you being fully bare and finally seeing the outlines.

the soft curves of your body make him hard in seconds. even the lightest brush of his fingers against you while he was taking a photo for your mom’s facebook left him aching.

it’s honestly laughable how many times rafe has told himself you’re completely off limits. all those almost-kisses, the times he’s accidentally walked in on you changing, and the sharp jealousy he felt whenever his friends started showing interest in you, none of it helped.

but right now, the two of you are playing truth or dare with a generous side of alcohol that wasn’t exactly part of the rules. it’s been light and playful so far; crushes, stripping off a hoodie or socks, handstands against the wall, holding your breath for thirty seconds. then you both decided to make it more interesting.

“someone you’d fuck for access to their partner?” you asked, reading from a website full of spicy questions. rafe laughed. “any lesbian couple,” he teased. you rolled your eyes. “cheater!” you yell. he grinned before asking his own. “do you prefer virgins or experienced guys?” he questioned. the question came too smooth, like he’d been waiting to ask it for a while. “i don’t know… i’m a virgin,” you said, then laughed. “i haven’t gotten that far yet.” you add.

rafe didn’t laugh with you. he stared at you like you’d just said something insane. “what?” he asked quietly. “sorry, i was joking,” you clarified, still smiling. “i meant i basically am a virgin.” you continue.

his expression didn’t change. his eyes dragged slowly down your body, taking you in. “no… i heard you,” he said, voice low. you blinked, suddenly aware of how intently he was looking at you. “oh.” a small smile tugged at your lips.

“how are you still a virgin?” he asked before he could stop himself. his gaze wandered shamelessly over your curves, no longer pretending it was casual. you felt heat rise in your cheeks, but the alcohol made you bold. “wanna come do something about it?” you teased, locking eyes with him.

rafe’s smirk was slow and hungry. “you giving me a go?” he asked and you paused, tilting your head as you held his stare. then you nodded.

rafe didn’t waste another second. still sitting on the floor across from you, he leaned forward, one hand bracing on the carpet as he closed the distance.

his other hand gently cupped the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek. you could smell the faint mix of his cologne and the alcohol on his breath right before his lips met yours.

the kiss was soft at first, warm and careful, like he was testing the waters. but when you stayed frozen, unsure, he pulled back just enough to look at you. “i… i don’t know how to kiss,” you whispered, a little embarrassed.

rafe’s eyes softened, but his smirk stayed. “that’s okay, baby. i’ll teach you.” he said. he tilted your chin up slightly with his fingers. “just relax your lips… don’t tense up.” his voice was low and patient. “follow what i do.” he adds.

he leaned in again, slower this time, pressing his mouth to yours with a little more pressure. his lips moved gently, guiding yours to part just enough. when you started to mirror him, he hummed approvingly against your mouth.

“good girl… like that,” he murmured between kisses. “use a little tongue if you want.”

he demonstrated, licking softly at your bottom lip until you opened for him. the moment your tongues touched, a small sound escaped you, and rafe deepened the kiss, taking control but staying gentle enough for you to keep up.

his hand slid into your hair, cradling the back of your head as he kissed you like he’d been waiting years to do it. he pulled back for air, forehead resting against yours, breathing a little heavier. “see? you’re a natural,” he whispered, voice rough. “again?” he whispered, voice low and rough.

you nodded, cheeks flushed. “yes.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, a wicked little smirk tugging at his mouth. “beg me for it then.” he teased. you bit your lip, heart racing, but the heat between you made you brave. “please, rafe… kiss me. i want you to teach me.” you begged. his eyes darkened with satisfaction. “good girl.”

he leaned in and captured your mouth again, slow but deliberate to make you ache. “relax your lips,” he murmured against you. “open for me a little… yeah, just like that.” he kissed you deeper, guiding your mouth with his, teaching you how to move, how to respond, all to him. his tongue slipped in lazily, stroking yours until you started kissing him back properly, all soft and eager.

while his mouth worked against yours, your hands moved on their own. you tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly and over your head. he quickly kissed you once again, as you dropped it beside you, now sitting there in just your bra, chest rising and falling quickly.

rafe broke the kiss to look down at you. his gaze locked on your tits, big and perky, straining against the thin fabric of your bra. they were so full and plump, perfectly rounded with a soft, sexy bounce as you breathed. he smiled, slow and hungry. “so fucking pretty,” he breathed.

he couldn’t hold back anymore. rafe leaned down, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the swell of your breasts. his hands cupped them, squeezing gently, feeling their weight and softness. “fuck… look at these tits,” he groaned, clearly obsessed with how big and plush they were.

he pulled one cup down, exposing a nipple, and immediately dragged his tongue over it before sucking it into his mouth. he moaned against your skin, sucking harder, switching between licking broad strokes and deep, greedy pulls. his other hand kneaded your other tit, thumb brushing the nipple through the fabric.

he was completely lost in them, burying his face between your soft, plump curves, kissing and sucking like he couldn’t get enough.

you got shy all of a sudden, face burning as the heat between your legs became too much. biting your lip, you reached down, grabbed his hand, and slowly guided it to the waistband of your shorts, pressing his fingers there.

rafe pulled back from your chest, eyes filled with desire and hungry as he understood exactly what you wanted. “yeah?” he murmured, voice rough. without another word he hooked his fingers into your shorts and panties, tugging them down your legs in one smooth motion and tossing them aside.

you were completely bare now. rafe’s gaze dropped between your thighs, and he let out a low groan. his fingers found your clit instantly, rubbing slow, firm circles over the sensitive little bundle. your hips jerked hard at the first touch, twitching and bucking uncontrollably as he played with your soaked, horny clit.

“fuck, look at you,” he breathed, eyes locked on the way your body reacted, twitching and jerking every time he stroked you. “so sensitive already.” he comments.

you moaned loudly, the sound spilling out as pleasure shot through you. your back arched and you leaned back until you were lying flat on the floor, chest heaving.

rafe didn’t stop. he moved down between your legs, spreading them wider. before you could catch your breath, he pinned your hips down firmly to the floor with both hands, holding you in place so you couldn’t squirm away.

then his mouth was on you. his tongue dragged hot and wet over your clit, licking and sucking with filthy hunger.

he kept you pinned down tight, strong hands gripping your thighs as he ate you out like he’d been starving for it, tongue flicking and circling, lips sucking gently then harder. every time you tried to buck or twist, his grip only tightened, keeping you right there for him.

rafe kept his mouth on you, licking and sucking your clit until your moans turned into desperate little cries. you couldn’t take it anymore.

“rafe… please,” you whimpered, voice shaky. “please fuck me. i want you inside me. please.” you plead.

he pulled back from between your thighs, lips shiny, eyes full with lust. “yeah? you want my cock, baby?” he asked, already moving up your body. he shoved his shorts down just enough, freeing himself, and settled between your spread legs. you nodded quickly, breathing fast. “please… i need it.” you continued on.

rafe leaned down, kissing you softly as he lined himself up. he rubbed the head of his cock against your soaked entrance, then started pushing in, very slow and careful.

just the tip stretched you open, and you gasped, body tensing hard. it was a lot. your hands flew to his shoulders, gripping tight as you struggled to adjust.

“shh, easy baby,” rafe murmured, voice low and sweet against your ear. he stayed perfectly still, only the head inside you. “you’re doing so good already. just breathe for me. we’ve got all the time you need, okay? i’m not gonna hurt you.” he says sweetly.

you whimpered, nodding, trying to relax around his thick tip. “that’s my good girl,” he praised, kissing your neck and jaw. “you can take it. just let me in nice and slow… there you go.” he continued.

he pushed forward another inch, then stopped again, letting you feel every bit of him. his hand stroked your hair, thumb brushing your cheek as he whispered encouragement. “look at you… so tight and pretty for me. you’re doing perfect, baby. whenever you’re ready, i’ll give you more. no rush.”

after a few deep breaths, the stretch started turning into something hotter. you nodded again, and rafe began moving, continuing the slow, shallow thrusts, easing more of his cock into you with every gentle rock of his hips. he kept talking you through it, voice warm and steady.

“feel that? that’s all for you. just relax and let me fuck you nice and slow… good girl. you’re taking me so well already.” he kept that gentle rhythm, letting you feel every inch as he worked himself deeper, patient and sweet while your body slowly opened up for him.

rafe kept his pace slow and deep, rocking into you with steady thrusts that gradually grew stronger. your legs were spread wide open for him, knees bent and falling further apart with every push of his hips. they bounced and shook each time he sank back in, the soft flesh of your thighs jiggling from the impact.

you were holding onto him for dear life. arms wrapped tightly around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders as your body rocked beneath him. every thrust pulled a shaky moan from your throat, your chest pressed flush against his while he fucked you.

“fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned against your neck, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread nice and wide for him. “look at these legs… all open for me.” he said.

your grip on him tightened as he thrust a little deeper, your walls fluttering around his cock. you buried your face in his shoulder, breathing hard, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded while he filled you over and over again.

the wet sounds of him sliding in and out mixed with your soft, desperate moans, your body bouncing gently on the floor with each roll of his hips. rafe kissed the side of your head, still talking you through it in that low, sweet voice. “that’s it, baby… just hold onto me. you’re taking my cock so fucking well.” he said.

rafe kept fucking you with his deep, and steady thrusts. your legs spread wide and bouncing softly with every roll of his hips. you were still clinging to him tightly when you reached up and tugged desperately at the bottom of his shirt.

“take it off,” you breathed.

he didn’t hesitate. rafe slowed his thrusts just enough to yank his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, since he has done it so many times, tossing it aside. the second his bare chest pressed against yours, you pulled him down harder, craving his mouth.

he leaned all the way down, covering your body with his as he kissed you. at first your kissing was eager but messy, a little too much tongue too fast, lips slipping awkwardly as you tried to keep up.

rafe smiled against your mouth. “slow down, baby,” he murmured, voice husky. “watch…”

he took control, tilting his head slightly and kissing you deeper, slower. his tongue slid sensually along yours, teasing and stroking in long, wet strokes that made your stomach flutter. you tried to match him but slipped again, pushing your tongue too eagerly. he gently sucked on your bottom lip, correcting you.

“easy… let me lead,” he whispered. “open your mouth a little more… yeah, you got it baby.” he coos.

then he really kissed you, hot, filthy, and unhurried. his tongue licked into your mouth deeply, curling around yours in slow, sexy strokes.

wet sounds filled the space between you as he fucked you and kissed you at the same time, tongues sliding and tangling sensually. every time you messed up the rhythm he fixed it with a soft groan, guiding you until you were kissing him back perfectly, sloppy, passionate, tongue heavy making out that left you both breathless.

you moaned into his mouth, legs trembling around his waist as he kept thrusting into you, never breaking the intense kiss. his tongue explored yours like he owned it, slow and dirty, sucking lightly on your tongue before sliding back in deep again.

“good girl” he praised against your lips once more, then dove right back in for another kiss. rafe groaned against your mouth as you kept kissing him, your tongues sliding hot and wet together. he could feel how desperate you were getting, the way your pussy clenched around him tighter with every thrust.

“you want it harder, baby?” he rasped, breaking the kiss just enough to look at you. you nodded, biting your lip. his hips snapped forward suddenly, driving his cock deeper and faster. your legs bounced harder, spread wide and shaking as he started fucking you with more force.

you cried out, nails digging into his back as he picked up the pace. the wet slap of skin on skin got louder, his thrusts turning rougher, pounding into you steadily. every hard stroke hit that perfect spot inside you, making your whole body jolt.

“rafe—fuck—” you moaned, holding onto him tighter, legs trembling uncontrollably around his waist. “that’s it,” he encouraged, fucking you harder, deeper, one hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread open for him. “cum on my cock, baby. i can feel how close you are.” he continues.

rafe kept pounding into you harder, hips snapping with deep, relentless thrusts that made your whole body bounce beneath him. your legs stayed spread wide, trembling violently as your orgasm crashed over you.

“rafe—!” you cried out, back arching hard off the floor as you came hard on his cock. your pussy clenched and pulsed around him in tight, wet spasms, gushing slick, creamy liquid all over his thick shaft. the warm wetness painted his dick with every thrust, coating him shiny and messy, dripping down his balls as he fucked you through it.

he looked down between your bodies, groaning loudly at the sight. “fuck, baby… look at that. you’re soaking my dick so good,” he rasped, voice strained with lust. he didn’t slow down, sliding in and out of your spasming, drenched pussy, the wet sounds even filthier now as your cum coated every inch of him.

And no—not even for sex.

You’d be bent over in the kitchen, picking up something you’d dropped or peering into the pan, when suddenly—

You gasp at the sharp snap of his hips against your upturned ass, nearly pitching you forward. You had to brace your palms flat on the counter.

“Hey!”

Before he simply laughs, wandering off.

Or in bed, when he’s draped lazily on top of you like you were a pillow, drowsily sucking on your tongue.

“Mmmm..” Murmuring and humming as he went. His little night cap before going to sleep.

When your thigh, tangled with his legs, grows hot against the half-hard thickness pressing—no, dragging—against it.

And he'd keep going on and on. Languidly grinding with his mouth devotedly slipping against yours until they bruised and you grew dizzy and hot. And wet.

“Do you want to fuck or not?” Sexual frustration blunting your voice.

“No.” He'd say with a scoff, looking unbearably smug.

Thereafter, his hand slides up your waist almost affectionately while his hips give another heady roll against your thigh, watching your face twist hotter and meaner under him.

“Just this turns you on?”

You nearly call him an asshole.

But you’d stopped yourself because you knew he was just like this.

Touchy. Playful with his affection.

To him, it's the same as pulling you into his lap or rubbing his nose against your cheek or squeezing your breasts for comfort.

It was the constant instinctive need to just feel you.

Heart-achingly loving. And annoyingly innocent.

You’d have to bite your tongue, then, at your teasing boyfriend who was all sleepy hips, needy little kisses and mindless friction.

'Show me that cawk'

Your text lights up his phone, and the longer he stares, the more confused he gets. What exactly were you asking of him?

After a quick google search, he manages a slight grasp on the scenario. A calendar check confirms his theory for the reason you're asking for such a thing, and with that in mind, he's happy to oblige.

One might feel awkward taking nude photos for the first time. But of course, such a thing doesn't apply to Sylus. It's almost too easy for him to find a good angle, mindful to also include a sinful shot of just his abs.

He also makes plenty of use out of the bottle of massage oil in the nightstand.

After taking a dozen or so photos, and one short video, he sends them with the caption 'Does this satisfy you?' and sits back. You read it almost immediately.

And then...nothing.

For five minutes, Sylus waits. Doubt starts to creep up just a little. Perhaps the pictures hadn't been satisfactory. He hadn't included his biceps. Maybe you were mad?

'Come over. Quickly. Please. Can't cum without you.'

He doesn't bother getting dressed, never more grateful for his ability to teleport easily into your bedroom. You'd been expecting him to do so given the way you nearly launch yourself at him, shoving him onto the bed and clambering on top of him.

"Did you like the pictures?" He murmurs into your mouth, fingers sliding into your panties and making you melt into him.

he’s been waiting for this forever.

watching you for months from behind foggy glasses and shaky hands, jerking off to the thought of you with his earbuds in and a pillow clutched to his chest, pretending it’s you. whispering your name like a prayer, like he’s ashamed of how bad he wants it.

so when it actually happens—when you kiss him, when you pull him onto your bed, when you say “do you wanna…?”—he nods like a fucking puppy. eager, dumb, eyes already wide and blown-out.

he tries to act confident. really, he does. tells you in this shaky little voice,

“i-I’ve seen a lot of videos, I know what to do…” like it’s something to be proud of. like his entire sex education isn’t a pornhub rabbit hole and three reddit threads.

but the second you guide him in? game over.

his hips jerk forward way too fast, eyes rolling back as he gasps, forehead pressed to your shoulder.

“oh god—oh fuck—fuckfuckfuck, i’m sorry, I didn’t—”

he whines. actually fucking whimpers into your skin, clutching your waist like he’s drowning in it.

"y-you’re so warm—can’t—can’t help it—feels s-so good, I—I didn’t mean to—"

and then he just freezes, pulsing inside you, biting back a sob because he came already. not even thirty seconds in.

he can’t look you in the eye. rolls off you like a guilty little rabbit, red-faced and mumbling apologies into your neck.

“i swear i’ll make it up to you. i’ll—i’ll go down on you, okay? for as long as you want. just… don’t hate me.”

he does make it up to you. tongue trembling, nose buried in you like it’s his job, moaning every time you tug his hair and call him good. (he cries again when you cum on his tongue. it’s kind of sweet.)

18+ mdni

cw: degrading, minor spanking, power dynamic, spitting, john being a bit of a bully, choking, soft!dom john

husband! john price whom told you not to leave the cabin but you never listen, do you?

You knew the second John found out about what you’d done, that he wouldn't let it go by scolding you with a few words. John had always thoroughly enjoyed physical punishment, which meant he would fuck you senseless until you’d listen. John also knew that you very much enjoyed defying his words just so he’d touch you.

And what’s fun if not being a bit of a brat from time to time?

(term—hyperspermia: a condition where the male has an abnormally large amount of semen; above 6ml)

an nsfwaudio of the inspo final part

"f- fuck me.." Choso whined—voice so high-pitched from how your hand's squeezing around him. "fuck m-me- ohh, p-please.. fuck me."

He didn't really expect for you to barge in the bathroom because of your worry on why he's so suddenly letting out loud noises in the room—nor did you expect him to be holding his semi-hard cock in hand with his cum splattered right down, making a large mess.

Annnnd, he also didn't expect for you to lock the bathroom door—make him a mess with your left hand whilst your right hand shoved your phone near his mouth to record his moans for 'later.'

And there he was—tired, you kept stroking the base of his dick, the tip becoming so red that it's redness is spreading to half the base from the many, many times you've edged him. Not to mention—the amount of pre-cum that's been coming out all over his dick and your hands, making it seem like he'd cum already multiple times though it's the opposite. The stickiness was so much—that he knew the recording would definitely hear those lewdly sounds.

He was tired—but fuck, did he just want your sweet pussy around him, fleshy walls tightening around his swollen cock.

"mommy—" he slipped, covering it with a following moan; "p- ppft- p- please.." Choso gasped, "fuck me.. p- please." His teary eyes widened as he looked up at you desperately, realizing his high is once again close—"s- sslow down.."

He begged—yet you continued your pace, stroking his cock up! And down, you held his chin as you pressed closer to him. You sighed his name; "Choso.. such a mess you're making." You teased, pulling his head closer to your's by his chin.

"haa- ha- haaa- fuck" he begs again—"Please.. I need- n- nneed your pretty pussy on me- p- please.." his sweaty hand desperately clinged on your wrist. "Fuck me.." he whispered. "I wanna feel like m' yours"

As his words spilled out his mouth—an abundance of his cum squirted out of his tip, white covering all over his cock and her hands—he squeaked; "t- too much"

"It's s- ssuch a waste, can you- can I have you n- now? Please? So- soo I can put it all inside you.."

Hello!! Finally, part 2.. though yes there's a part three, sorry, I cant freaking do a long ahh paged smut rn I'm busy but I hope this will feed you<3

Also, if you comment I'll tag you on the next part, thank you :c

the tv flickers with some random action movie neither of you are really paying attention to.

you’re tucked against your eight months situation ship (?) side on the couch, legs spread lazily over his thigh, his big hand shoved down the front of your loose shorts. two thick fingers are lazily circling your clit, slow and almost absent-minded, like he’s just playing with you out of boredom while he watches the screen.

you’re trying to stay focused on the argument you started five minutes ago.

“i’m serious, toji,” you snap, voice a little breathy despite yourself. “you can’t just disappear for days and then show up like nothing happened. i’m not your fucking doormat—”

“mm,” he hums, not even looking at you. his fingers keep rubbing lazy little circles over your swollen clit, slick sounds barely audible under the movie. “you done yelling yet?”

you clench your jaw, heat crawling up your neck. “no, i’m not done. you always do this shit. you think you can just—”

his middle finger presses harder, dragging slow and firm right over the sensitive bundle of nerves. your breath hitches mid-sentence. toji’s lips twitch like he’s fighting a smirk, eyes still glued to the tv like he’s barely invested in what his hand is doing between your legs.

“keep going,” he says calmly. “i’m listening.”

you try. you realllly do. but his touch is getting more deliberate now, fingers sliding down to spread your wetness before coming back up to rub tight, slick circles on your clit. your thighs twitch, one foot pressing into the couch cushion.

“you’re such an asshole,” you hiss, but your voice is losing its edge. “you disappear, you don’t text, you don’t—fuck—”

toji’s finger speeds up just a fraction, still lazy but consistent, perfect pressure that makes your hips start to roll into his hand without your permission. he finally glances over at you, eyes dark and amused.

“what was that?” he asks, voice low and smug. “i didn’t catch the last part, sweetheart.”

you grab his wrist, but you don’t pull him away. your breathing is getting faster, chest rising and falling as the pleasure builds against your will. “i said… you’re a selfish prick, toji—”

he chuckles, low and rough, and suddenly his fingers move faster, rubbing your clit with firm, relentless strokes. your shorts are soaked, the fabric sticking to you as his thick fingers work you open. your argument is crumbling, words turning into soft, broken gasps.

“yeah?” he murmurs, finally turning his full attention to you. “keep telling me how much you hate me while you’re dripping all over my hand.”

your head falls back against the couch, hips grinding desperately into his palm. the tv noise fades into background static. all you can focus on is the tight, aching heat building fast between your legs.

“toji— fuck, i’m— i’m still mad at you—”

“i know,” he says, almost sweetly, but his fingers don’t stop. he rubs your clit faster, harder, using the slick mess you’re making to glide perfectly over that sensitive spot. “cum anyway.”

it hits you mid-breath.

your back arches off the couch as the orgasm crashes through you, sudden and brutal. your thighs clamp around his hand, hips jerking, a broken moan ripping from your throat while he keeps rubbing you through it. toji watches your face the entire time, eyes half-lidded, that lazy smirk finally breaking across his mouth as you shake and whimper.

he doesn’t stop until you’re twitching, oversensitive and gasping, weakly pushing at his wrist. only then does he pull his hand out of your shorts, fingers shiny and dripping with you. he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean, slow and deliberate, while you try to catch your breath.

“you were saying?” he asks, voice thick with amusement.

you glare at him, still panting, thighs trembling.

“i still hate you,” you mutter weakly.

toji chuckles and leans in, pressing a rough kiss to your neck.