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noctiva · 5 months ago

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Flesh + Blood

toby rogers x f!reader [NSFW!]

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WC: 10.1k

Summary: toby usually tries to keep the more violent aspects of his life out of your line of sight, but after a mission gone awry you get a taste of his true self. literally.

CW: 18+ content, filthy dirty nasty shit, descriptions of violence and gore, rough handling, masochistic tendencies + just masochism in general, heavy sadism, biting, blood kink!!!, marking, dead dove don’t come at me, explicit sexual content, unsafe sex, creampie, hair pulling, degradation but also praise (kinky ver. of hurt/comfort), rough oral sex, dirty talk, dacryphilia, CNC if you squint, toby being mean in a hot way, reader is a fuhREAK

Reminder to separate reality from fiction! Some of the acts written here are definitely not recommended to imitate. Be safe!

[also, if you can speak german I’m sorry lmao I used google translate ε-(´∀｀; ) if you can’t speak it just highlight then hit translate!]

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NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

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You had known Toby had a bad day before he even walked through the door.

The morning, had been like any other. Your boyfriend waking you up with soft, sleepy kisses against your neck, your limbs tangled with his beneath the covers. His soft hair tickled your collarbone, his breath warm against your skin as the morning sun shone through the window of the cabin you called home.

"Gotta g-go out today." He had murmured, voice thick with sleep and gravelly - his stubble scratching gently against your jaw. "Boss's orders."

His hands had slid up your body, under the loose t-shirt you had worn to bed - his calloused palms a soothing abrasiveness that quickly smoothed over any disgruntled thoughts about him leaving for the day. Up your stomach, over your ribs, resting just under the swell of your breast to feel your heart beat beneath his touch. "Don't worry, it's an e-easy job. Should only be gone f-for an hour or two."

You had reached up, threading your fingers through his messy, chestnut brown hair - knotted with bedhead, but still so soft as the strands slipped through the gaps. You nodded softly, pulling him in closer, murmuring a gentle 'be safe' next to his ear before pressing a kiss to the lobe.

And Toby had laughed, a sweet, honey-like sound before he lifted his head to look at you proper through his half-lidded eyes. "You-You're sayin' that t-to me?" He had chuckled, a cocky, yet boyish grin stretching across his lips.

God, that smile. It did something to you every single time. How his eyes crinkled up at the corners, and that one dimple that sunk into his unmarred cheek. His teeth, crooked and chipped from too many blows to the face, had a unique quality to them that left you charmed. Every imperfection on Toby, was perfection to you. Even the left half of his face, mangled and scarred, flesh torn from gums to leave his back molars on display at all times.

Grotesque, to most, but to you it was simply captivating. Just another special quirk in the sea of things that made up the man you loved. "You fuh- forget who you're t-talkin' to?" He had chastised you lightly, raising an eyebrow. "Baby, I am the danger. You- You know that."

You did know. But it was so easy to forget, when he was so sweet on you.

"Yeah, I know." You had hummed back to him. "I just forget sometimes, because you're so nice to me."

A little snort of a laugh left Toby, and he rolled his eyes, just before leaning down again to press a gentle kiss between your eyebrows.

"Remind me to j-jog your memory sometime." He had huffed softly. "I'm p-plenty scary."

That had been at just past eleven this morning, and now as you stood in the kitchen - with one of Toby's shirts hanging oversized over your body - it was nearly six. The mid-October sun has already started dipping under the horizon line, filtering in streaks of pink and gold through the window while you busied yourself.

If you didn't, you knew you'd just start to worry - despite the fact that you knew Toby would just make fun of you for doing so.

A paring knife in your hands, you were peeling potatoes whilst humming softly to yourself, a pot of stew simmering on the stove next to you. If he had been out this long, you were sure he must've worked up an appetite, and needed something warm to ward off the chill accumulated in his bones.

Besides, you liked doting on Toby. Liked to see the way his eyes shone when you did something for him just out of the good or your heart - because you loved him. You wanted him to always know that fact, never doubt the love you kept harboured in your heart just for him and him alone. It was more little gestures than big ones; scrubbing bloodstains out of his clothes and patching up holes, tending to wounds he didn't notice he acquired, or cooking dinner like right now.

None of these things felt like chores, they were almost therapeutic. And so as you stood by the stove, chopping potatoes into little cubes, you were blissfully calm despite your boyfriend's extended absence. The television was on in the living room, playing some old rerun movie you had only picked for background noise. The fireplace below it crackled, though it was dying because it had been a little too long since you had thrown in a new log.

Was this domestic bliss? It sure felt like it. Maybe as close to it as you would come, with a literal axe murderer as your chosen partner.

And like a tulpa born straight from your thoughts, the moment your mind wandered back to Toby - the man himself was making an entrance like a freight train.

The front door burst open, so quickly slicing through the soft and cozy atmosphere you had been shrouded in. You couldn't see him, not yet, because the entryway to your home was behind a rounded corner - but you should sure as hell hear him.

The door creaking before it slammed shut. Heavy boots knocking against wood floor. The metallic clang of something hitting the ground (presumably his hatchets), and soft grumbled curses spilling from his lips.

You had been right. You knew there was something off about today.

"Toby?" You call to him, your voice soft and gentle. Not wanting to poke the bear even more than it already had been. Setting the knife down on the cutting board, you quickly shut off the stove and move the pot to a cold burner. Then, with your feet moving faster than your mind was, you make your way out of the kitchen and through the living room. "Are you o-"

The words die on your tongue the moment you round the corner. Now, you were well aware of what Toby did when he left home. Though he hid the gory details from you more often than not, his stained clothes were all of the confirmation you really needed. He was a killer, a good one at that, judging from the little snippets of what he had told you.

But right now, he looked like more than that. He looked like a butcher.

The amount of blood almost didn't look real. Like something out of some gorefest slasher film rather than the authentic remains of a real human being. Toby was coated in it. It was matting in his hair, smeared across the goggles that were pushed up onto his forehead. It was clinging to his eyelashes, dripping down his cheeks and off of his chin. His sweater was drenched, splattered with crimson and torn at the hems - like the fabric had been snagged by the forest brush as he trudged through it.

There was a handprint on his chest, just below his shoulder - smeared and frantic, like someone had been trying to shove him off of them, clawing at the fabric in vain.

Then your eyes trail up again, and god. The look in his eyes.. Dark, somehow both simultaneously dead hollow and wildly crazed. It was almost hard to believe this was the same man who had left the house this morning.

"B-Bitch got away." Snapping you out of your stunned stupor, is Toby's voice - gravelly and strained, sounding almost like he had spent the last hour just screaming his lungs out. You blink a few times, feeling as though his very presence has given you whiplash, before squeaking out;

"What?" Your gaze drops down, eyeing the pool of red accumulating beneath his boots, and you have to ask yourself if at least some of it is his, because there's just so much. Also, you're suddenly very happy you chose hardwood over carpets.

"She- fuck! -She got a-away." Toby repeats himself, his shoulders jerking as an involuntary tic wracks his body. You could hear his joints crack and pop as it happened, a noise that you really never got used to, no matter how much you loved him. He takes a step closer, then another, his boots producing a sickening squelch against the floor. "I fuh- fuckin' gutted her like a damn fish, and she g-got away!"

He's looking down at you, wild eyes glinting in the low light of the entryway, and you can't help but shrink a little. You had never seen him like this. Bloodied and bruised, sure, but never drenched in it - body shaking with unspent adrenaline as he recounted what he had done in graphic detail. "Cut her from here-" He poked your belly button through your shirt with a stained finger, the touch making your whole body tense up. "Up to 'er tits, a-and she still got away. F-Fuckin' scooping up her own guts with her hands as she ran." You look up to meet his eyes, and he's already staring dead straight into yours. "C-Can you believe that?"

He goes silent, looking at you expectantly, and it takes you a few moments to realize that he's actually waiting for an answer. You give him a small, jerky shake of your head, and clear your throat.

"No." You manage out, your voice coming out much softer and shakier than you had meant it to. "That... That doesn't make any sense."

Toby lets out a bark of a laugh, hollow and dry - nothing like the warm and soft chuckle that had graced your ears just this morning. It's a chilling sound, almost maniacal in the way he takes in a wheezing breath afterwards, his head tilting backwards as a warped version of a smile stretches across his lips.

"Yeah, n-no shit." He snorts, before stepping around you and stalking into the living room. You follow, because what the hell else are you supposed to do, collecting blood on the soles of your socked feet as you adhere to the gruesome trail he leaves behind. Toby, pays no mind to any of the mess he's creating, too caught up in his own tumultuous mind to realize that it's starting to look like the murder (or, attempted one, you guess) played out here. "Her friends were easy, maybe t-too easy, but I had expected that! S-She wanted to act like she was t-the fuckin' final girl."

He shrugged off the coat he had been wearing over top of his hoodie, the material falling to the ground with a heavy thump before he started trudging over to the couch. You have to bite your tongue. God, was he going to stain that too? "B-But it might be my fault. The first two were so a-agonizingly easy. So buh-boring. Wanted to have a bit of fun with the last one." He flopped back against the couch and, yup, now your sofa is now smeared with blood as well. "Shoulda just lodged my axe between 'er f-fuckin' eyes."

Something about the way he's speaking, so detached from the acts he committed, made your blood run ice cold in your veins. There's a pit in your stomach, and your chest feels tight every time you take in a quivering breath.

His eyes lift to meet yours from where he's sitting on the sofa, and that's when you realize it.

You're scared of him.

Your palms feel clammy, your heart thudding so hard in your chest that it feels like it's bruising your ribs from the inside. You were scared of him. Of Toby. Never, not once in the years you had been by his side, had you ever felt fear run through your veins while in his presence.

Not when you wiped a few little speckles of blood from his face, not when you sat beside him outside as he sharpened his hatchets, not even on one of his bad days when he would get snappy and snide with you.

But right now? Oh, there was no denying the feeling swirling through your veins like a toxin. You were damn near petrified, and oddly - it was exhilarating.

It was hard to explain exactly what avenue your mind went down, but you were pretty sure it went a little something like this: Toby was always so sweet to you, almost sickeningly so, barely letting you get more than a peek into what he did when those orange goggles of his came down over his eyes. He was hardly ever harsh with you, like you were an angel, and he was scared to sully your spotless white wings with his stained hands. Right now, as he sat before you, eyes cold and his skin growing sticky with drying blood, he was the exact opposite of that. Finally, finally, letting you see every part of who he really is, right down to the gory details.

It made something in you stir. Excitement? Awe? You weren't quite sure. All you knew was that the lead in your stomach was moulding into butterflies.

"Well, she's got to be dead." You murmur, approaching him slowly, eyes locked on him as he settles into the couch - legs spread and his head tilting back against the cushions. Fuck. Were you crazy? Why has he never looked hotter? "If what you said is true, she probably didn't make it far before collapsing. Probably died from blood loss, or shock."

You come to stand before him, right between his knees, and the way he stares up at you has your own nearly buckling under the weight of his gaze. "There's no way she lived."

"Y-You'd think, right?" He hums back to you, his voice low as he leans forwards and rests his elbows on his thighs. "And yet I never found her f-fuckin' corpse. She got away after s-socking me in the nose and I just... Never saw her again. Combed that forest for hours." He reached up, pointing a finger at you. "And you know. You know t-that I know those woods like the b-back of my hand. I looked everywhere." You swallow thickly. "Nothin'. No corpse, no blood trail to lead me to her. The bitch went g-ghost."

"She's dead, Toby. She's got to be. There's just no way." You reassure him. Then, slowly, you sink downwards, folding into a kneel on the ground between his thighs. Wanting to be eye-level, but also, wanting to be closer. Despite the blood - because of the blood - you weren't sure. Your mind was a tangled mix of emotions, and all of them were volatile. Toby watches you, his eyes unreadable as his gaze tracks you moving downwards in his line of sight. "I'm sure you got her."

"Yeah, well." He had noticed your shift in demeanour immediately. Through his clouded mind, there was a shred of guilt that had been prodding at him when he caught sight of the fear in your eyes - so sweet and lovely compared to him, like a scared little rabbit cowering before a pack wolf. It was still there, that anxiety, but it was bordered with something else. Something he couldn't quite put a finger on. Or maybe, something he just didn't think was plausible. "I-It's not a job done unless there's a-a body to show for it." He reaches up, wiping away some of the blood that had begun to drip into his eye, smearing it across his skin in consequence. Your heart leaps. "Brian and Tim are pissed. T-Told 'em I could do this one on my own and look what h-happened."

“Well it’s not your fault.” You breathe back to him, holding his gaze as you place a reassuring hand on his knee - looking up at him through your eyelashes. “How were you supposed to know she would practically be immortal?”

Toby laughs dryly and shakes his head, watching you for a moment before he reaches down and pinches your chin between his fingers. You can feel it as the blood smears against your face, and you can smell it - sickly metallic, almost sour. It made your stomach churn.

“Not immortal, just way t-too determined.” His thumb smooths against your cheek, dark brown eyes watching with interest at the stark red mark he leaves against your soft skin. Pretty. He thinks to himself. Real fucking pretty. He really can’t help it when he tightens his grip a little bit, just to feel how soft you are. How fragile you are.

Your eyes widen minutely, and he lets out a soft hum before dragging his hand up the side of your face - painting the canvas that was his pretty girl’s skin. Might even be prettier if it was your own blood. It takes a lot of willpower on his end to squash that thought down.

Toby would never hurt you, he had sworn that to himself on the first day you had met eyes, but he’d be damned if he said he didn’t think about it sometimes. About how your eyes may look, glassy with tears while your face scrunches up in agony. What specific shade of red your blood is. How it tastes. Smells. How it would look smeared across your perfect tits.

Leaving scarlet handprints on your ass, hips, neck, all just to lick you clean afterwards.

He wouldn’t though. He couldn’t. You were far too lovely for that. Far too gentle to be tainted by the likes of someone like him. It was a miracle you hadn’t been already.

It was getting a little difficult to restrain himself though, when you were kneeled before him looking like something pulled straight from a wet dream. So decadently pure, with trails of his sin streaked across your face.

He could fucking eat you whole if you’d let him.

“Toby?” Your voice, soft like spun silk, pulls his thoughts out of the depravity they had been falling into. He tears his eyes away from where his hand met your cheek, and sinks into your irises instead - which might just be a more dangerous route. Wide, like a deer in the headlights you look up at him, with a slight tremble to your bottom lip that makes his stomach feel hot. Makes his whole body feel hot, like you had set him alight with one look.

He doesn’t respond at first, instead just holding your gaze as his hand slips down. Then his eyes are flickering towards the sight of his fingers instead as he presses his thumb to your bottom lip. He swipes across it, smearing blood on your lip like some grotesque form of lipstick - his breathing stuttering when you’re left with the most decadent shade of red against the soft plushness.

“P-Pretty.” Toby can’t stop himself from saying, his voice just above a whisper. As if in a trance, he pushes his thumb past your lips without a second thought, hooking into your jaw and prying your mouth open. You sputter, face immediately scrunching up at the action.

You can taste it, the blood. Somebody else’s blood, drained from some poor victim Toby had incapacitated. It was pungently metallic, just a tad bitter, and it immediately made your stomach twist when it hit your tastebuds. With eyebrows furrowed you pull away from him, watching how a pink-tinged line of spit connects your mouth to his finger before it breaks.

You spit onto the floor beside you, not caring about the mess because there was already so much to clean up. You just needed the taste out of your mouth. Toby though, he had other plans.

There’s still drool dribbling down your chin when his hand seizes your jaw again, tilting your head back to look at him with a force that made goosebumps prickle your skin. “You d-don’t like it?” He asks as he leans forwards a little, wild eyes boring into yours. His fingers dig into your jaw, with a strength he’s never shown on you before, and suddenly you’re wondering just how much he’s been holding back all of this time.

You shake your head once, before clearing your throat.

“Don’t like the taste.” You murmur, trying to ignore the fact that your body was so easily conceding to him. Scared, but still so willing, still so eager. You could feel your skin heating up more and more with each second that ticked by.

Why? You should be pushing him away, right? Shoving him towards the shower and throwing his bloody clothes in the wash. For some reason though, you just couldn’t. You were disgusted by the taste on your tongue, shaking where you kneeled because of the man before you, and yet you couldn’t force yourself to move. Not even out of fear anymore, out of something worse. Something sick and twisted that had been sleeping for a long time, now clawing its way to the surface with jagged nails.

“No?” Toby presses his fingers to your lips again, this time his pointer and middle finger both - watching you with an intensity that made you squeeze your thighs together. You knew what he was doing. He was testing you. Seeing whether you’d take the bait and give in, or stick to your morals and shove him away for the second time.

Right then, you remember what he had said to you earlier that day. ‘Remind me to jog your memory sometime. I’m plenty scary.’

You wanted more proof of that.

And so you meet his eyes, then slowly part your lips. His pupils practically swallow his irises whole, eyes going damn near black before he’s slipping his blood soaked fingers into your mouth.

Again, you get the acrid taste or blood on your tongue, and it makes your stomach turn just like it did the first time. But you don’t push him off this time, you let him push further, further - until you’re gagging when the tips of his fingers hit the back of your throat. “Lügnerin.” He murmurs darkly, watching with a keen interest as you sputter on his fingers - drool pooling at the corners of your lips. “You d-do like it.”

You whimper around the digits, a sound that even you would admit was pathetic, and it just makes Toby’s lips twist into a wicked grin. The rasp of his mother tongue always did something to you, he knew that and he found it so adorable how you just melted for him when he spoke it - even if you didn’t have the slightest clue what he was saying.

This was just like - no, better than - his wildest dreams. You looked so pretty and pitiful. His sweet girl. His angel. Kneeling before him, just begging to be ruined.

How could he ever deny you? “Y-You’re not as innocent as I thought, huh?” He taps his fingers against your tongue, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Lick ‘em clean.”

Your breath catches in your throat, and for a moment you completely freeze up - aghast by the command he’d just given you. You couldn’t deny how the low drawl of his voice sent tingles straight down to your gut, leaving you shifting where you sat before him. It was a humiliating thing to realize, but the evidence was there, already dampening your panties.

You were incredibly turned on.

You breathe in a breath through your nose, before closing your lips around his fingers - suctioning to them as you began to gently suck. It was filthy. Your mouth coated with a metallic tang, your tongue scrubbing against his rough callouses. It nearly made you gag, and yet you didn’t stop, you kept going - swirling your tongue around the digits until they were spotless, and you were releasing them with a soft ‘pop’.

“Scheiße..” Toby breathes out, his voice rougher than before as he stares down at you. At his two fingers, now starkly cleaner than the rest of his hand. Your lips are stained even more now, and it’s smeared across your chin and cheek, making you look like such a bloody little mess for him. If you let him go this far, you’d let him push more, right?

He wanted you coated in it. Wanted some of it to be your own. Needed to see what face you made when he broke skin. He knew it would be lovely, every part of you was. “S-Such a good fuckin’ girl.” He murmurs, reaching out to cup the side of your face and squeezing softly. “You really d-do like this.” Toby’s voice sounds almost awestruck, and for good reason. Who would’ve ever guessed you wouldn’t mind, scratch that, you liked seeing him like this? A lot more than you were saying, if the way you keep squirming was anything to go by.

Were you already wet? Dripping slick into your panties just from sucking blood off of his hand? His heart thuds like a drum beat in his chest, and he could feel his cock stir in his jeans just from the thought alone. How much could he push you? Just how far would you let him go?

Hell, even if you stopped him here he thinks he’d be satisfied, because what he had just witnessed was prime jerk off material for fucking years to come - but he couldn’t help but want to push his luck, and see how much he could get from you. “You like s-seeing me like this?” He asks softly. “Like seeing proof of w-what I do?”

His hand trails downwards, tracing the line of your jaw before circling your throat. Not squeezing, just resting there, making its presence known. “Makes y-you realize just how fuh-fuckin’ nice I am to you, hm? C-Could kill you so easy i-if I really wanted to.” Now he squeezes, a gentle yet firm pressure against your throat that has your pulse kicking up a notch. “You’d be d-dead before you even knew w-what happened, baby.”

He tightens his grip a little, enough for you to really feel it, and your breathing stutters because it’s already getting hard to breathe and you know he’s still holding back by a lot. “Or maybe, I’d go slow. J-Just to hear your pretty screams.”

He leans down, close enough that you can feel his warm breath fan against your face, and then he’s asking; “Would you l-let me?” It’s a question that has your heart rate spiking, making goosebumps rise over the entire surface of your skin. It’s enough to render you speechless, and so when you don’t respond, he continues. “Would you let me h-hurt you? I’d never really k-kill you, darlin’. Just wanna see you b-bleed.”

And, fuck. Fuck. Those words seemed to be armed with the intention to go straight to your cunt, and that’s exactly what they do. You can feel it as you just grow wetter, your neglected clit throbbing within the confines of your panties. It was a thin pair, something lacy and sheer (just how Toby liked them) but they still felt like too much. Restrictive. Irritating in the way they were a barrier between you and his bare touch.

Had you always been this much of a freak? Maybe. Maybe that’s why you looked past Toby’s profession so easily. Secretly indulging in the thrill, the danger of sharing a bed with someone like him.

Someone who, as he had just made clear, could end your life on a moment’s notice if he really wanted to. The constant uncertainty of another promised day, the silent wonder of if he’d ever snap on you instead.

You had been wanting this. You just hadn’t fully known it until it was staring you right in the face.

“Yeah.” You end up choking out, the last remnants of your self-respect completely flying out the window. If he wouldn’t actually kill you, maybe this was the safest way to dive into the dark desires growing within you. Maybe you wanted to experience every last thing he had been holding back over the years. What would he do to you? What had he been fantasizing about, unbeknownst to you? The uncertainty of it all, is what was making your blood hot. “If… If you really want to.”

“Oh, I want t-to.” Toby murmured softly as he drags his hand back up to your face, before sliding behind your head and pulling you closer by the nape of your neck. Closer to the crotch of his jeans, which - you had noticed but not commented on - had grown a tent in it since you had begun speaking. He really was into this just as much as you were. You suppose that shouldn’t have been a surprise at all. “D-Do you know?” Closer he draws you in, until your chin is brushing against his fly. “Do you know how many t-times I’ve thought about it? D-Dreamt about it? You screaming for me? Really screaming?”

You swallow down a lump in your throat, and you’re still trembling. Haven’t stopped, ever since you knelt before him. It was intoxicating, how he set your mind and body alight. “Y-You’re just so p-precious. So sweet to me. I never wanted to actually d-do it…” His fingers curl into your hair, gripping the strands tight enough for you to wince. “But if you’re asking me to? I won’t want to stop until you’re b-begging. And even then, I-I might not.”

You might just fucking drool from that warning alone. God, how had you not known he had been restraining himself so heavily around you? You had thought it was in his nature to be gentle and sweet, the acts he committed for the entity he served just being something he had to do. But no. He had been craving this for longer than you could imagine. Probably since the first day you met. Had he always viewed you as prey? “Y-You really want that? I don’t wanna buh-break you.”

He smiles, an expression so sweet it almost feels uncanny for the circumstances. “I love you t-too much for that.”

“I want it.” You say before you can really mill over the thought, pure impulse taking over - the craving too strong. “I want it, Toby. I do.”

He hums softly, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them as he looks you over. You wonder what you look like from his point of view. Bloodied, begging, just centimetres away from his clothed cock. Probably like a feast, and his eyes were flickering like he was just itching to dig in.

“D-Du spielst ein gefährliches spiel, meine Liebe.” And it doesn’t even matter that you don’t know what he’s saying, you can just tell it’s a warning. By the look on his face, how his grip on you tightens to the point of near painful. You know it’s just a taste. He could give you so much more. “Prove it th-then.” He hums softly, finally releasing his hold on you in favour of settling back into the couch cushions once more. He crosses his arms over his chest, cocking an eyebrow as he watches you with an expectant gaze. “Prove that y-you want it, and maybe I-I’ll humour you.”

It was the nonchalance that had you squirming, it was what had your heart racing from the moment you stepped through the door. He wanted this just as much as you did - hell, definitely more than you did - and yet he wasn’t easily cracking like you would’ve expected. It was like he enjoyed the performance of it all, the joy of seeing you sink lower and lower all just to please him. Having his favourite girl beg on her knees for him to paint her crimson? Now isn’t that just a treat.

It takes a moment for you to will your body to move, feeling paralyzed by the sheer potency of dominance radiating off of him. Toby had always been a bit on the commanding side with you in the bedroom, but in a more gentle way.

‘I know you c-can do it for me’.

‘You look so puh-pretty on your knees. Stay just like th-that, okay?”

‘Just a l-little more. You feel so good.”

Tender coaxing. Husky words of encouragement and soft touches to move you how he wanted. You’re realizing though, that may have been a watered down version of how he really wanted to treat you.

You move slowly, your shaking hands raising from your lap to reach for his belt buckle instead. His hips twitch at the action. Eager. Impatient. Your eyes lift to meet his as you start to pull his belt loose, and you feel it as goosebumps raise on the back of your neck - sparking up a chill that travelled all the way down your spine.

Toby was watching you like a hawk, like a predator, tracking each and every movement of yours with a keen interest. It was chilling, really, but the fear just went straight to your core. His belt comes undone, and you don’t even bother pulling it from the loops before you’re popping the button of his jeans.

The fire has died out by now, and the movie you had been playing had finished the ending credits, so it was incredibly silent in the room with him. So much so, that you could hear his every breath. The sound of his zipper being pulled down sounds so incredibly loud. “D-Du bist ein k-krankes kleines ding, nicht wahr?” He’s murmuring right as you’re beginning to tug his briefs down his narrow hips, and he’s normally so cold to the touch - but he’s burning up beneath you right now. “C-Come home c-covered in filth and you j-just drop straight to your knees.”

His cock springs free just inches from your face, and you can’t help but gasp softly. You always felt like you had been blessed when it came to what your boyfriend was endowed with. Long, but not enough to hurt. Thick enough to really feel the stretch. Curved just the right amount, with a vein running up the side and flushed pink at the tip. “Schlampe.” Toby mutters under his breath, right as you feel your mouth start to water.

And you know what that word means. Your eyes dart back up to him immediately, face flushing a deep shade of pink - so perfectly complimenting the blood smeared across your skin.

“I’m not.” You murmur softly as your eyebrows scrunch together, but you close a fist around the base of his length anyway. You hear it when his breathing stutters, and you feel it when his cock jumps at the touch.

“I-I’m not convinced.” He snorts, his eyelids drooping as you pull your hand away to spit into your palm, before returning it to him nice and lubed up. He’s so warm in your hand, already so hard you can feel him throb against your palm. His words make your ears burn, because you know that you’re just proving him right as you lean your head down to lick at the tip.

Toby’s eyes flutter, a satisfied hum rumbling from his chest as you flatten your tongue against him - lapping up all the salty precum that he had already accumulated. God, he tasted good, he always did. Always left you craving more. “D-Du bist eine d-dreckige schlampe.” You’re circling your lips around the head of his cock. “Ich wusste es.”

He’s being mean and you know it, but it just makes you burn hotter as you sink your mouth down onto his length. The drawl to his voice, low and sultry as he spits germanic insults down at you - you can’t help but moan around him as you try to take in more. He’s bumping against the constrictive muscles of your throat, but you can take him if you really put your mind to it. You’ve done it before.

You’re trying to get your throat to relax, breathing in through your nose and getting comfortable - when you suddenly feel a hand on the back of your head. It’s sticky, smearing blood into your soft hair, and then it’s pushing you down.

Immediately your eyes blow open wide as you’re shoved down onto his cock, your throat burning and hot tears immediately springing to your eyes. You gag around him, fingers flying down to dig into his thighs. Your gaze darts up towards him, equal parts bewildered and frantic as you try and blink back the tears. “You were t-taking too long.” He chuckles, his grin wicked and lacking any semblance of remorse. His fingers curl into a fist in your hair, gripping the strands with enough force to make your scalp burn as he pushes you down further - until your nose is bumping against his pelvis. “You wanted this, baby. D-Don’t forget that.”

You can barely breathe, your throat practically convulsing around him as it tries and fails to adjust to the intrusion. Tears cling to your eyelashes before they’re dripping down and landing against Toby’s skin. “Ich liebe es, wenn du weinst.” Even if you squirmed you couldn’t try and get away, the strength of which he’s pushing you down being something you could only dream to fight against. “D-Du siehst so hübsch aus.”

Then he’s yanking you back upwards until just the tip remains between your lips, giving you a second to take in a few gasping breaths through your nose. You try to fill your lungs as much as you can, but it still doesn’t feel like enough when he pulling you down onto him again.

He keeps like that, grip tight on your hair as he bobs your head up and down on his cock, making you taking him to the base each and every time. Your throat feels raw, your ears are fucking ringing, and you can’t see a damn thing through the tears blurring your vision. He’s merciless with it, only giving you seconds at a time to greedily take in air before he’s filling up your throat again.

And yet somehow, you don’t think you’ve ever gotten wetter. Your pussy is throbbing, soaking through your panties and making the fabric cling to your folds. Rubbing your thighs together isn’t even helping, you’re so worked up that it’s nowhere near enough to placate you.

So, as Toby switches to holding your head in place as he bucks his hips up into your drooling mouth, you snake a hand down between your own legs.

Toby, of course, tracks the movement immediately. “Oh, poor baby.” He drawls, his tone dripping with mockery and oh so cruel. “Pussy’s g-gettin’ wet because I’m t-treating you like a wh-whore?” He huffs out, fucking up into your mouth with more vigour and making you let out a strangled whimper. “Du bist so erbärmlich. It’s c-cute.”

You whine around his cock as your fingers slip into your panties, and you waste no time finding your clit and rubbing tight circles against the slick nub. A moan leaves you immediately, vibrating through Toby’s length. He hisses out a curse, his hips stuttering a little at the sensation.

You looked so lovely. Lips stretched around his cock, drool seeping out of the corners of your mouth. Tears streaking your blood smeared skin. Your face flushed a pretty pink shade as you touch yourself almost frantically, brows pinched together in pleasure. It was an image that Toby was sure would be burned into the back of his eyelids for a long time to come.

You were just perfect.

His breathing has grown ragged, heavy huffs of breath leaving his lips each time he fucks deep into your throat. With a hand on each side of your head, your hearing is muffled - the echo chamber of your skull filled with nothing but the obscene ‘schlick, schlick’ of his dick dragging against your tongue.

You’re such a mess that it’s pitiful. There’s a growing pool of your liquids accumulating at the base of his cock and dripping between his thighs - your drool, tears, and even a bit of snot from how brutally he’s been treating your poor face. It’s so filthy, as is the slurping sound you make everytime his length leaves your mouth.

Your fingers pick up the pace - faster, more pressure - chasing the heat brewing low in your gut. Your thighs are shaking, knees aching from kneeling against the hardwood flooring, and it’s so good. So good that you can barely even think anymore, your brain reduced to a puddle of thoughtless mush that sloshed around with each buck of his hips.

Your body feels like it’s on fire. You don’t think you’ve ever felt like this before - just a bundle of desperation and need. Shaking from discomfort with an aching jaw, and yet it’s exactly where you wanted to be.

Then suddenly, you’re yanked off of his cock, which hits his stomach with a wet slap. And you’re blinking up at him, fingers stilling as you silently question him on why on earth he’s stopping. You could keep going for hours if he wanted you to, the aches and pains just something that fuelled your desire even more. “G-Get up here.” He huffs out, reaching down to grab at you before you can even process what he’s said. “Ich muss d-dich spüren.”

Your legs are shaky and sore when you rise, but lucky for you, you’re not standing for long. Toby tugs you onto his lap without hesitation, impatient hands clawing at the fabric of the loose shorts hugging your hips. “Ich werde dich zum Schreien b-bringen.” You shift, making it easier for him to tug the shorts off of you along with your soaked panties. With how he’s being, you’re pretty sure he would’ve just ripped them off if you didn’t. “Ich werde dich z-zum Weinen bringen.”

He slides a hand between your legs, a soft growl rumbling from his chest when he feels just how slick and ready you are for him already. “You’re fuh-fuckin’ dripping.” He hisses out, giving no warning before sliding two fingers (the ones you had already sucked clean) into your leaking cunt. You gasp, your pussy fluttering around the digits at the sudden intrusion - hands flying up to grip at the bloodied fabric of his hoodie.

He’s far from gentle, just like how he warned you he’d be, but at least he was stretching you out a little bit. Pumping his fingers into you, curling them in the way he knows you like. Scissoring them wide, impatiently getting you ready to take him all.

And with how you had already gotten yourself so close, it’s a piece of cake for him to finish the job. You let out a whine, eyes screwing shut as the pads of his fingers rub against your gspot, taking you higher and higher until-

“Toby-“ You moan, your head dropping low to rest against his shoulder, the drying blood feeling cold as it smears against your face. You can feel the knot in your gut tying tighter, and when his thumb comes up to play with your already swollen clit - you know you’re done for. “I can’t- I’m gonna-“

“Y-You gonna cum for me?” He rasps out, just doubling his efforts as your lips part in pleasure. His gaze drops down, catching on the way his thumb smears blood against your folds, and his abandoned cock jumps at the sight. “Wunderschön.” He’s breathless when he speaks, even more so when you start to shake in his hold.

Your hips twitch, thighs tremble, and then you’re melting against him as you cum - pressing your face into his neck as a wave of pleasure washes over you from head to toe. It’s so intense that stars dance behind your eyelids, your breath catching in your throat as you choke out a moan against his skin. “T-That’s it.” Toby murmurs. “Schönes Mädchen.”

He pulls his fingers from you, leaving you whimpering at the loss - but it’s not for long. He grabs you by the waist, tugging you close until you’re positioned right over his leaking cock. “Y-You’re so p-perfect for me.” He murmurs as he reaches down to take hold of himself, swiping the tip through your slick and getting it nice and wet. “Ich liebe dich.”

You know that one too. “I love you more.” You breathe back to him, and then your brows are pinching together as he slowly lowers you down onto him. Even with the small amount of prep he’s given you, it’s still a stretch, making your breathing stutter as you sink down inch by inch - swallowing him up with your sopping wet pussy.

“S-So tight.” He hisses out, grip like a vice on your hips as you take everything he gives you. “F-Fuck, you’re a d-dream.”

You squirm a little once you’re fully seated, your thighs meeting his. He’s pressed right up against your gspot, a constant pressure that sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. He’s so perfect, everything you could ever need and then some. You feel filled to the brim, your walls pulsing around him to the time of your heart beat, eyes glazed over as you raise your head from his neck to look at him.

He smiles. Bloody, crooked, and yet somehow so incredibly charming. Toby gives the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen him produce, as if he wasn’t six inches deep in your blood smeared body. “You look so g-good like this.” He hums, trailing his hands up your sides and bringing your shirt with it, before tugging it off of you completely. Braless, your nipples perk up once they’re exposed to the cold air, and it just makes his grin widen before he’s bringing his palms to your chest.

He kneads the soft flesh, leaving streaks and bloody fingerprints against them, and just like that - he thinks he’s fallen in love all over again. “My girl.” He murmurs as he rolls his hips up, pressing into you more. “My baby.”

Calloused palms slide down the expanse of your abdomen, then settling on your hips again and giving a squeeze. You were so soft. So soft, warm, and pretty. And your pussy - so wet and hot around him, your walls clinging to him like they’ve been molded to the shape of his cock. He could drown in you if you’d let him. “Lettin’ me g-get you all buh-bloody.” He drags against your sensitive core as he pulls you upwards, eyes locked on you face - watching each little change of your expression. “Gonna l-let me give you mo-more? I-Ich möchte dich s-schmecken.”

“More, Toby.” You whimper, voice trembling. Whatever he’s willing to give you, you want. Screaming, crying, breathless - you don’t care. You’ll give it all to him.

“D-Du bist reizend.” He breathes out, just seconds before dropping you onto his length. He fills you up again in such a swift movement it nearly knocks the wind out of you completely, but you don’t even have time to catch your breath. The pace he picks up is just as ruthless as the treatment he had given your throat.

Fast snaps of his hips, deep thrusts, fucking up into you like it’s his only mission in life. It feels like he’s punching the moans out of your lungs, hitting so deep on every stroke that it makes your vision blur around the edges. You can do nothing but take it, your cunt drooling all over him as he bounces you on his lap like a doll.

Toby, is absolutely captivated. You are everything right now. Better than his wildest dreams. The most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on. Mouth dropped open as you cry out and gasp for breath, skin glistening with sweat and streaks of scarlet. Tits bouncing with each thrust, skin rippling in the most enticing way.

He needs to sink his teeth in, and so he does.

With your eyes squeezed shut from pleasure, you don’t even get a warning before he leans forwards and bites down on your neck. Hard.

Immediately, the pain that blossoms from his teeth is something that has your eyes snapping open - momentarily sobering you up and clearing your mind. When he breaks skin, you scream.

A real, genuine, straight from the soul scream. It’s ripped from you, your cunt tightening around him as your whole body tenses up. The feeling of his blunt teeth biting so hard that they tear skin, is something you don’t think you’ll ever forget. It’s a searing pain. The kind that makes your mouth go dry as all the air leaves your lungs.

Instinctively, you reach your hands up to push at his shoulders to free yourself, but he doesn’t budge. If anything, he just bites down harder. Toby moans against you with a mouthful of flesh, snapping his hips up into you harder, his grip tight to keep you right where he wanted you. No amount of struggle or pushback was fazing him. He was so drunk on the taste of you, and the sound of your screams, that every protest was falling on deaf ears.

His jaw finally relaxes, and then he’s pulling away - slowly pulling his teeth from the stark puncture wound now standing out against your previously unmarred neck. He watches as the blood pools in the deepest parts of the wound, then beads up before it drips down - down, over your collarbone, across your chest, sliding down the slope of your breast. Fuck, this is so much better than his dreams.

“Toby-“ You cry as fresh tears well up in your eyes - salty and hot, just like the blood staining Toby’s tongue. Your neck was throbbing, and with how he just kept impaling you on his dick over and over despite your cries, you were beginning to feel a little dizzy. It was a lot for your body to handle, maybe too much. But you’d be damned if you backed down now.

Toby looked feral. You catch his gaze and you swear your heart stops. You’ve seen him in the heat of the moment more times than you could count, but never like this. He looked… Deranged. Absolutely intoxicated by you, and fully sinking into that fact. His pupils were blown wide behind drooping lids, lips smeared with your blood as they stretch into a satisfied smile.

“D-Du schmeckst so s-süß.” His right hand slides downwards, meeting your clit once again with ease. Giving you a few, soothing circles. “I-Ich könnte dich l-lebendig essen.”

Toby seats you back on his dick fully, and then your worldview flips. It’s only once your back hits the couch cushions, that you realize he’s picked you up and pinned you down. “Y-You know how puh-pretty you sound when you scream?” He asks as he shimmies off his jeans fully, staying pressed as deep as possible the entire time. “And those t-tears.. Fuck, y-you’re gorgeous.”

He nuzzles against your neck as he gets comfortable between your legs again, putting a pressure against the bite mark that made you wince. It had just started to settle down from a blinding pain to a dull throb, but it feels like he’s reignited it all over again. “Ich glaube, ich ha-habe vorhin gelogen.” With one hand on your stomach and one on your waist, he’s got your trapped beneath him. “Ich möchte d-dich wirklich b-brechen.”

You feel a tongue against your neck as he begins to rock his hips once more. Gentler this time, finally giving your body a chance to relax. Toby laps up the blood from your neck as he fucks you with slow, shallow strokes, muffling his moans against your skin. Your body arches up into him, your chest meeting his, and you’re gasping right next to his ear. It’s the strangest feeling, having his tongue dip into the pits of the wound he had just made, but the sharp sting is almost welcome. It just feels so… Comforting. Intimate.

Like you’ve never been closer.

Toby pulls his head back, fluffy strands of hair falling against his forehead as he watches you from above. You look like a damn work of art, a sight that makes his breath catch. His gaze travels down to focus on the image of your pretty pussy swallowing him up over and over. Stretching around him. Leaving him glistening with slick everytime he pulled out. Then, his eyes lift, and he’s focusing on the blood smearing your stomach and chest. Higher, his eyes trace the shape of the mark he left on you. Finally, they stop at your face - contorted in pleasure and streaked with tears. “Y-You’re so b-beautiful.” He gasps out, nails sinking into your skin as he starts pulling your body back to meet his thrusts.

Your body shifts and slides against the couch cushions, already damp with sweat and blood. He’s got you taking his whole length again, making sure to bury himself to the hilt on every single stroke - his pelvis bumping against your clit. “I love you.” He moans softly to the melody of his skin hitting yours. His voice is so sweet and gentle, just like in the morning. A reminder that he was still the exact same man.

“I-I love you, Toby.” You choke out, just barely getting the words out between gasps and moans. You were nearing another peak. Could feel it brewing and growing hotter with each snap of Toby’s hips. His hands slip down and around to your ass, large palms splaying against each cheek and keeping you nice and spread open while he gets lost in your heat.

You just barely see it through your hazy vision as he leans down once more, but you notice his lips parting. At least this time, you’re getting a bit of a heads-up.

His teeth meet your skin again, this time your shoulder, and he bites down so quick it takes a moment for the pain to even register. But once it does, it’s even worse than the last one. Again, you yelp, crying and squirming beneath him hopelessly as he sinks his canines deeper into your flesh. Right into the muscle, it feels like, when his jaw locks into you harder.

It’s excruciating. A blinding pain that makes your head feel fuzzy. What you were feeling right now, with Toby latched onto your shoulder while he pounded into you, was something you couldn’t quite understand. Did you hate this, or love it? Did you want to push him away, or draw him in closer? Was it pain or pleasure?

The answer to each question, was a resounding ‘I don’t know’.

Your body seemed to decide before your mind did though, because you find yourself reaching up for him with a trembling hand. Into his hair your fingers thread - not tugging or pulling, just cupping the back of his head. Holding him there as he tears at your flesh. You think you would do the exact same thing even if he started pulling meat from bone.

You feel like you’re melding into him, becoming one as the warmth of your blood drips down into his throat. The pain started to do something funny as he released your shoulder before biting down again just a few inches below. It wasn’t distracting from the pleasure anymore, it was heightening it. Two opposites swirling together to form something new and exhilarating.

Toby notices the moment it happens, feeling how you relaxed so sweetly into his brutal hold. His nails bite into your hips, surely leaving scratches and bruises behind - just a few more marks to add to the collection he’s already given you.

“P-Perfect.” He breathes once he pulls back again, mouth smeared with blood and his teeth stained with it. Toby looked like a rabid beast in your eyes, and you were his willing victim. He wasn’t all violence and ferocity though, you could tell as you looked into his eyes through your blurry vision. His gaze was teeming with nothing but love. A tad obsessive, a little warped, but love nonetheless.

It makes your heart swell. “Y-You’re everything t-to me, you know that?” He tells you softly, rolling his hips deeper as he feels your walls start to flutter around him. Your blood drips down his jaw, glinting in the low light of the living room. You don’t think he’s ever looked more handsome.

Without a thought in your mind, you pull him in with the hand you still have placed on the back of his head - pressing your lips to his in a messy kiss. You can taste your own blood, even more so when he slips his tongue past your parted lips with a groan. It’s sloppy and crude, blood and drool smearing against both of your faces as you drink each other in. “Wenn ich ein b-besserer Mann wäre, würde ich d-dich heiraten.” He gasps against you after pulling away minutely, such filthy noises spilling from his lips and falling straight into yours. “Du verdienst alles.”

Your fingers fist into his hair, now gripping hard enough that you know it would hurt him if he could feel it. But he couldn’t, so you just tug harder as his length slides against your convulsing core.

“Toby-“ You cry in an attempt to warn him of your impending release, but he doesn’t even need you to.

“I-I know, baby. I know.” Toby groans, then leaning in just a little closer again to catch your bottom lip between his teeth. You’re expecting it now before he even spilts it with his canines. You can’t even taste it when blood gushes into your mouth, your tastebuds already completely coated in that metallic tang. “G-Give it to me.” He rasps out once he tears his teeth from the supple flesh.

And you do, you give him everything. One hand pulling his hair until his scalp went raw, and the other one clawing at his bicep - you tumble over the edge for the second time in a flurry of gasps and moans. Your legs lock around his hips, squeezing him tight as your cunt just squeezes harder - pulsing around him, sucking him in like you never wanted to let him go.

You didn’t. You could die like this and be a happy woman. “A-Ah, fuck.” Toby groans out, head dropping low as he fucks into you with even more vigour. Chasing his own release while prolonging yours. With stars in your eyes and ears ringing, your body trembles beneath him as his hips begin to stutter.

And you suppose you should’ve predicted what he did next. Right as you feel him start to throb inside you, he reaches for your hand and yanks it from where it had been gripping his shoulder. Toby seizes your wrist, letting out a gravelly moan just before he presses his lips to your forearm.

Teeth break skin again right as you feel him spill inside you. Hot ropes of his release, pulled in deep by your still convulsing body. Even hotter waves of painful pleasure washing over you like he had cast a spell.

His thrusts go lazy, still pumping into you as his spend gushes out around his softening cock - just adding to the mess you’re already coated in. He pulls out of your body first, then tugs his teeth from your arm second.

When he looks back to you, you feel your joints go gooey. His eyes are so warm and satisfied as he parts his lips, holding your gaze as his tongue darts out to lick at your newest wound. It’s comforting in the strangest way, and it’s the sickest form of sweetness when he’s pressing kisses to it just moments later.

He does that for every single one. Peppering kisses against each tooth shaped indentation, lapping at the blood until you’re left (relatively) clean. Raw, red puncture wounds that had already begun to swell, but each kiss makes the throbbing dull.

“S-Sorry.” He murmurs softly, lips brushing against your sensitive skin. “Y-You don’t even ha-have to say it. I know I-I went too far.”

Your body feels like it’s been drained of all of its energy, weak and sore all over, but you still force yourself to shake your head. Your arms feel like they’re made of lead when you lift them, pain rippling from your neck downwards - but you wrap them around him anyway.

“No you didn’t.” You whisper back, with a throat so raw that your voice comes out hoarse. “I’m alright.”

Toby relaxes a little at your gentle reassurance, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and letting out a shaky sigh.

“Y-You sure?” He asks, just to be certain. You were still trembling, muscles sore and stiff as you held him close. “I-If you hate me now, I wouldn’t buh-blame you.”

You let out a short breath through your nose and shake your head again.

“I could never hate you.”

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the toby brainworms were eating me alive so I started writing this and then just kept writing and writing and ended up with 10k words of pure filth

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Every Fxckin Inch🔞 || (Toji Fushiguro x Reader)

Can’t lieeeeeeeeeee im gonna just call this pxrn with a lot of plot. Toji can’t shut up when he’s drunk. Talking you through everything. I wrote this high so if it’s repetitive or something just roll with it LOL

You didn’t expect the downpour to be this bad.

The mission had ended in a bloodied mess. Some cursed spirit with a grotesquely oversized jaw was terrorizing a small town, but by the time the body was ash and silence returned to the woods, the skies opened. Thick, cold sheets of rain poured from above, soaking your clothes down to your bones.

Toji barely flinched.

You, on the other hand, were shivering within minutes.

The two of you hadn’t said much since the exorcism. He’d fought wearing that too-tight shirt again—of course—and you tried not to let your eyes linger too long on the way his muscles flexed and rippled through the cloth with each movement. Even soaked, even bloodied, the man radiated sex appeal like it was a second skin. His dark hair was plastered against his forehead now, and his jaw clenched every time lightning flashed across the sky.

Due to the fact your mission was in the country side, The only place to stay nearby was a rundown inn tucked in the hills, abandoned except for a few part-time staffers and travelers with nowhere else to go. You both looked like hell by the time you got there: wet, shivering, blood-specked. The elderly innkeeper didn’t ask questions. She simply handed Toji one room key, bowed her head, and gestured upstairs.

“One room?” you asked, voice throaty from the cold. You weren’t sure if you were irritated or nervous.

Toji’s lip twitched. “You scared of sharing a bed, princess?”

You smacked your lips, pushing past him, making sure to grab the key from his hand. Rainwater trailed from your clothes in dark streaks across the wooden floors. “You’re not my type.”

“S’that right?” he muttered, following you up the stairs with a smirk across his face. “You stare at me like I am.”

You rolled your eyes at his cockiness, “that would mean I have horrible taste in men.” The clap back drew a small snicker from him— something you wouldn’t have heard if you weren’t listening for it.

Once you reached the room, you opened the door to see old tatami mats, a low table with a flickering lamp, and one double futon pushed against the far wall. There was a kettle on the heater, humming softly. You peeled off your coat with stiff, trembling fingers, muttering curses under your breath for not bringing an extra change of clothes. Your shirt clung to your skin, soaked and translucent, making your bra show through clearly, and Toji noticed.

“You’re gonna get sick” he said lazily, walking past you. He peeled off his shirt by grabbing the collar and pulling it over his head, wringing it out over the sink. You tried to fake like you weren’t watching from the corner of your eye like a fool and just to your luck you turned away too late.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he added, voice low, almost amused, “and I’ll start to think you wanna catch something too.”

Your heart thudded hard. “Go to hell, Toji,” you scoffed.

“We’re living it sweetheart.”

You grabbed a towel from the basket in the corner and disappeared into the small bathroom, locking the door behind you with a sharp click. Refusing to look at yourself in the mirror— knowing your cheeks were flushed red— You took a quick shower, not wanting to hog all of the hot water, and changed into the oversized sleep yukata provided by the inn.

You finally gave yourself a look, tucking your hair behind your ears and slapping your hands across your cheeks. Get it together! Your mind is definitely in the gutter.

When you stepped back into the room, Toji’s eyes slid to you slowly. You walked over and made yourself a cup of tea, feeling his eyes on you every step of the way, before sitting cross-legged at the low table. It was hard not to think about how aware you were of the him being just a few feet away. You glanced up at him for just a second, his unreadable expression unnerved you.

He sat with his back against the far wall, one leg bent, the other stretched out, hair tousled, body still slick from the rain. His black shirt was discarded across a stand sitting by the heater, most likely trying to dry it.

Silence. You weren't sure how much more of this you could take. You tried sipping your tea. It did nothing to steady your nerves. The room smelled like steam and cedar and something warmer now. Him, maybe. You hated how easily he took up space— not just physically, but in the way your thoughts bent toward him even when you were trying to think of literally anything else.

You found yourself peaking at him for the umpteenth time tonight, but this time he was already looking at you. You held eye contact longer than you should have, neither of you looking away.

A gust of wind rattled the window frame again, and you startled slightly-just enough to blink, to breathe. To break the tension, if only for a moment.

"Tch." He pushed off the floor with one smooth motion, standing tall. His voice, when it came, was low and dry, “it’s like you’re testing me tonight.”

Before you could process what he meant, he was already turning away, grabbing a small towel from the same basket before heading to the bathroom. “I’m taking a shower,” he added over his shoulder, voice rough and almost lazy. “Try not to die of thirst while I’m gone.”

The door clicking shut behind him.

You sat there, frozen. Skin flushed, pulse beating loud in your ears. “Asshole..”

And testing him? Hell, maybe you were. Maybe every glance, every breathless second you’d let hang in the air was an invitation you weren’t brave enough to say out loud. Honestly, You were starting to feel as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. And now, with nothing but the storm and your own racing mind for company, there was no hiding it.

Your gaze drifted towards the bathroom door, betraying your will to resist. You pressed your hands to your lap, failing to steady your heartbeat.

You imagined him in there— water sliding down those broad shoulders, over the taut lines of his waist, lower. Your breath caught. It was too easy now to picture how he’d look crowding you against that tile, hands braced on either side of your head, hips moving hard and bruising against you, the heat of the shower nothing compared to the burn of his skin on yours. Thinking of the things he’d say you, how he’d say them.

“Look how needy you are. You wanted me this bad? Now you’re gonna take every fuckin’ inch. That’s it. Good girl.”

The thought hit low, molten, and your thighs squeezed together beneath the table — shame blooming bright beneath the pulse of want that was growing harder to ignore.

After who knows how long, a sharp knock at the door startled you. You stood quickly, smoothing the edges of your yukata, and slid the door open a crack.

An elderly woman stood outside, bundled in a thick wool shawl. She offered a polite bow, her voice warm despite the cold.

“Good evening. We’re preparing dinner for the guests tonight,” she said with a kind smile. “Would you like us to bring a meal up to your room?”

You nodded, giving her a small smile. “Yes, please. For two.”

As you spoke, you heard the soft swish of the bathroom’s sliding door. The sound of bare feet on tatami. Heat bloomed in your face before you even looked.

Toji stepped out — steam curling behind him — with nothing but a dark yukata tied low around his hips, leaving his chest bare and gleaming with water. You could see how the water droplets curved around the lines of his muscles. A towel was draped over his head, half-mussing his hair as he roughly dried it.

The woman blinked. Her gaze flicked upward, lingered for a beat too long, and her cheeks flushed visibly.

“Oh my,” she laughed softly, fanning herself. “You look like you need a good meal tonight, sir. And some warm sake — o-on the house!” She smiled brightly. “We’ll bring extra. The weather calls for it.”

Toji arched a brow, a knowing smile crept across face. His voice was almost amused. “Hn. I’ll take it.”

You could see her eyes dart briefly toward his chest again before she bowed politely and scurried off down the hall, giggling like a she’d become a youthful woman once again.

You shut the door with a sigh and a chuckle, turning back toward the room.

Toji was already lowering himself to sit at the table again, legs stretched out, towel now slung over the back of his neck. Drops of water still clung to his collarbones and shoulders, trailing down his torso.

You swallowed before collecting both of your clothes to set to dry by the heater, “hopefully those are dry by the time we leave tomorrow” you muttered to yourself before taking a seat at the edge of the table, not too far away from him. It was quiet for what felt like forever. Toji sat on his phone doing god knows what while you sat and fidgeted under the table. You wanted to start a conversation, but it appears that this evening, you’re at a loss for words. You’ve never been in a situation in where a man, a man, made you shut up with just his presence alone.

“You always this quiet when the job’s done?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

He turned off his phone and leaned an elbow on the table, chin tipping toward his shoulder lazily.

“You weren’t exactly shy out there in the field,” he said. “Thought you’d be louder when it’s just us.”

You rolled your eyes, but tension eased just a fraction, “Maybe I don’t have anything to say to you,” you waved your hand in a dismissing manner.

“Hm. Didn’t stop you from cussing me out earlier.”

You huffed, “I fear it’s the only language you understand, dickhead.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of your mouth before you could stop it.

He caught it. His own mouth twitched, pleased, “maybe,” he said simply.

The room felt a little less heavy now— still charged, but not suffocating. Another low rumble of thunder rolled through the hills. And then, as if on cue, a knock sounded at the door.

You rose, greatful for the excuse to move, and slid the door open.

The elderly woman stood there with a broad smile, hands holding a large tray. There were two large bottles of sake nestled between plates of grilled meat, steamed rice, pickled vegetables, and thick slices of seared fish.

Her gaze flicked between you and Toji, who was still sprawled shirtless at the table, towel around his neck and hair tousled.

“Ah — young love,” she tittered softly, cheeks reddening once again. “You two enjoy. On the house tonight — looks like he needs the strength.”

She winked, winked! And held out the tray. Before you could stammer a reply, Toji rose smoothly, taking the sake from her hands, leaving you to grab the tray. “‘Preciate it,” he said, voice low, unbothered, flashing her a rare grin that made her flush even deeper. She bowed hastily, muttering something about leaving ‘the couple’ to it, and disappeared down the hall.

Toji shut the door with his foot, “Old woman’s got a hell of an imagination,” he muttered, setting the sake on the table.

You sat down again to organize the food, hands moving slower than necessary. You felt another flush creep to your cheeks, uninvited, as your mind circled back to the old woman’s words. A couple.

Could that work?

The thought made your stomach flip. Ridiculous. Men like him didn’t do couples. And even if they did… you weren’t the type to catch a man like Toji Fushiguro. At least not for more than a night.

You shook the thought off quickly, focusing on the plates in front of you, “You didn’t exactly deny it,” you mumbled. Still, it lingered at the edges of your mind — unwanted, foolish, a little too tempting.

“Wasn’t worth the breath,” he said then, voice low as he reached for the plates, leaving you to pretend you weren’t busy fighting off the heat crawling up your neck.

You prepared your own plate, hoping to take your mind elsewhere. You took your first bite. The food was good, too good. And the sake flowed quicker than you expected. You sat there, eating amazing food, drinking warm sake, sitting across from possibly the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. What did I do to deserve such a night. Not wanting to question your blessing, you started digging in.

At first, you both ate in comfortable silence — or mostly silence. Toji ate like he hadn’t touched food in days, tearing into the meat with casual efficiency, pouring himself generous cups of sake between bites. With how it tasted, you completely understand why.

You tried to pace yourself with your drinks— but the warmth in your belly grew fast, spreading to your cheeks, your fingertips.

“Hey—” you reached for one of the grilled skewers just as Toji snagged it with his chopsticks. He gave you a flat look.

“Seriously?” you huffed. “You’ve already had three of those.”

“Eat faster,” he said simply, biting a nice chunk of it off. You pouted and grabbed at another piece, only for him to lean in slightly, plucking it deftly from your chopsticks before you could claim it.

“Toji!”

“What?” He looked entirely too pleased with himself. “I’m building strength, remember?”

“You’re building a black eye,” you grumbled, pouring yourself another cup. His low chuckle slid beneath your skin, warmer than the sake.

“S’Cute when you’re mad,” he said, taking another bite of the meat. You pointed the middle finger at him and drained yours in defiance.

It didn’t take long before the edges of the room seemed softer, the flicker of the candlelight warmer, your limbs looser. Toji poured you another cup without asking, and this time, your fingers brushed, lingering longer than they should have. You looked up and noticed his eyes were darker now— not just from the low light. He studied you for just a moment before speaking.

“Can’t hold your drink, can you?” he said, voice lower, gaze holding yours. his expression screamed pure amusement, like he got to sit front row to a comedy show.

“S’not true,” you slurred, though the slight sway in your body betrayed you.

“Mm,” he hummed, leaning in a little closer. The towel had fallen off his shoulders now, exposing more skin, more heat, “You always this handsy when you’re tipsy?”

You blinked, only then realizing your hand was resting on his forearm, fingers idly tracing the line of muscle without even thinking. Heat rushed to your face.

“Maybe I just wanted to get a good feel,” you shot back, running your hand over his biceps. You’re not sure what exactly came over you, but you’re already doing it, no point in stopping now.

His grin was slow, lazy, dangerous, “Yeah? Feel all you want,” he said, voice rougher now.

You should’ve pulled away. Should’ve laughed it off, maybe gone back to your drink. But the heat beneath your palm, the easy sprawl of him beneath your touch, was too much to ignore — and the sake had long since softened your good sense.

Your fingers lingered, tracing along the solid curve of his bicep, up toward the slope of his shoulder. The drunken smile sitting on your face had his gaze stuck on you, not being able to look away.

“That expression,” he said after a beat, voice low, eyes gleaming with something darker now. “Makes a man wonder what you’re thinkin’ about.”

“Nothing good,” you half sighed-half whined, unable to bite the words back. You were past the point of caution now— too warm, too loose, too aware of the way his gaze stayed locked to your mouth. A quiet sound— almost a chuckle— escaped him. He shifted slightly, the elbow that was on the table now bracing on his knee, that dark gaze flicking over you again, like he was settling in to enjoy the show.

“No shit,” he said, tilting his head faintly, smirk curling deeper as his thighs spread just a fraction wider.

You swallowed, throat dry. Your hand was still on his skin, now skimming over his collarbone, trailing upward of its own accord. Fingers curling behind his neck, playing with the hairs at his nape.

“Maybe I should stop,” you breathed, voice thin, uncertain even to your own ears. “But the longer I sit here, the less I want to.” You leaned in slightly. “And you’re not exactly helping.”

The look he gave you was pure sin.

“Didn’t plan to,” he reached out, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing yours as he took the cup from your grasp, setting it aside with a faint click— clearing the space between you in one final, unspoken invitation.

He didn’t pull back.

Instead, his hand came to your chin — rough fingers tilting your face up, making you hold his gaze. His thumb dragged slow over your lower lip once, just enough to make your breath catch.

“Now,” he paused, “you gonna keep stallin’,” he murmured, voice low, “or let me do what you need me to do?”

Your pulse kicked so hard it hurt. Mouth parted beneath his thumb, you couldn’t form a word if you tried.

A beat. Two.

Then, as if giving you space to decide, he released you.

You barely noticed the shift of his body, only caught the way he sank back against the floor with deliberate ease. One knee cocked up, the other folded beneath him. His head tipped sideways now, resting against his arm braced on the lower knee, gaze locked on you.— all dangerous, patient ease. Watching. Waiting.

The air felt too thick, too charged to sit still.

Your skin burned everywhere he’d touched, everywhere he hadn’t yet. You swallowed hard, gaze flicking to the futon laid out across the room.

It would’ve been so easy to play coy, to stall. But your body had other plans.

You moved — slow, almost without thinking — shifting to your hands and knees.

A faint gasp left you at how dizzy the motion made you, sake swimming in your veins now for real. But you didn’t stop. Instead, you let it loosen you, hips swaying just enough as you crawled forward— every inch deliberate.

Behind you, you felt the shift in the air, the prickle of eyes locked to your every movement. Heat coiled low, sharp and aching.

Predator and prey. You weren’t sure which one of you was which anymore.

“Fuck,” you heard him mutter roughly, barely audible, and the sound only spurred you on.

By the time you reached the futon and glanced back over your shoulder, Toji was already rising, His hand raked through his hair, unhurried, but with that lethal focus still on you which made you clench around nothing.

He didn’t rush you.

Didn’t pounce.

He stalked.

Crossing the space between you with measured steps, gaze burning hot down your spine. You shivered beneath it, every inch of your skin awake now, humming for him.

When he reached you, he knelt behind you first, big hands sliding slow up your sides, over the thin fabric of your clothes. His palms were hot, rough, making you arch instinctively beneath the touch.

“You got no fuckin’ idea what you’re askin’ for, do you,” he leaned over you, growling low against your ear. The feeling of his muscles across your back make you shiver harder.

“Don’t care,” you gasped, hips pressing back without meaning to. A sharp chuckle rumbled in his chest.

“Good.”

Then his hands were everywhere — one reaching up and dipping into your yukata to grope one of your breasts, making you arch into the touch with a soft cry. The other wrapping around your waist as he pulled you back until your spine pressed flush against his chest in an upright position. His thighs spread wider beneath you as he guided your legs apart to straddle him, his thick member pressing through the fabric. The position left you open, exposed, caged by the heat of him at your back.

“Tch. You been wantin’ me to fuck you all night,” voice rough against your ear, breath hot. “You want me to touch you, yeah? Want me to fuck you?” His teeth caught your earlobe, tugging just enough to make you whimper. You choked out a strained “Y-yes!” Letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. He licked a long strip up the side of your neck before speaking:

“Show me.”

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Your body moved before your mouth could even form a sound, hips rolling back against him. Your hand slid trembling down your own thigh first, moving your yukata out the way to expose your bare heat. You then traced over the rough line of his wrist still gripping your waist. You guided him lower until his palm hovered just above the heat between your thighs, placing his fingers directly onto your clit.

A low, dark sound rumbled in his chest, closer to a growl than a chuckle this time.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” he rasped, breath dragging hot over your ear. His teeth scraped your neck as he shifted behind you, thighs spreading wider to cage you tighter against him. He began leaving tight circles on your clit, causing your hips to grind in motion with his fingers.

“So fuckin’ needy already,” he murmured, voice thick with heat. “Could see you shakin’ on me the second you crawled over here.”

You whimpered, hips jerking again without meaning to.

“Hold still,” he growled, the command sinking deep. His grip tightened on your chest, locking you in place — helpless against the roll of his hips beneath you, the thick press of him grinding slow between your thighs through too many layers.

“You want it this bad? you’re gonna earn it,” he muttered, words vibrating against your skin.

Then his hand was slipping lower again, dragging up the soaked line of your slit, finger prodding at your entrance.

You gasped— a ragged, broken sound— thighs trembling as you fought to keep from grinding down harder.

“Fuckin’ soaked already,” Toji hissed, voice pure filth. “All this for me, princess?”

“Y-yes… ,” you choked out, words falling apart beneath your breath.

“That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” he growled.

“Toji — please,” your voice wrecked.

“Tch. You’ll get it,” he drawled, teeth scraping your throat again, “Not even in you yet and you’re drippin’ down my fuckin’ hand.”

His fingers circled your clit again roughly, the rhythm relentless. Every roll of his hips behind you drove the thick heat of him harder against your ass, the fabric of your yukata becoming stuck between your cheeks from his grinding. Every filthy word in your ear made your thighs shake worse. Your eyes were squeezed shut, mouth open with breathy moans escaping. You focused on every roll of his fingers and hips, falling completely into bliss.

“Where’s that mouth now, huh?” he rasped, voice dark. “All that fuckin’ talk earlier. C’mon — tell me how bad you want it.”

You gasped again, sobbed out something that wasn’t even a word — too far gone to care.

“That’s it,” he growled, the sound feral. “Fuckin’ lose it for me. Gonna keep you beggin’ till you can’t fuckin’ stand.”

And then — without warning — he pushed two fingers deep inside you in one hard thrust, the sudden stretch stealing your breath, making you cry out sharp.

“Tight as fuck,” he hissed, voice ragged now. He didn’t stop— thrusting deep and quick, fingers curling with every pull, the heel of his palm grinding relentlessly against your clit. You shattered in his grip, body trembling helplessly as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm.

“fall apart for me,” he rasped, feeling the way your walls rippled against his fingers. “Ain’t even gave you my dick yet.”

Another ragged sob tore from your throat — hips rolling harder, chasing every filthy stroke of his hand.

“Bet you can’t fuckin’ wait now, huh?” he growled. “You want it? say it.”

“Want it — please, Toji— ah—! ” you gasped, words falling apart. The way he was talking you through it almost made you cum again.

A sharp, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“Good,” he growled. “Then get ready, pretty girl. I ain’t fuckin’ done with you yet.”

The hand at your chested moved to drag the open fall of your yukata down off your shoulders until the fabric pooled loose at your elbows.

“Off,” he rasped, voice thick with need. You let him strip it the rest of the way, untying the obi, exposing flushed skin and bare beneath his gaze.

His eyes dragged slow over you before a low growl rumbled from his chest.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he muttered, already pushing the loose tie of his own yukata open, letting it fall away from his body. His dick stood thick and heavy between you now, flushed dark with need with precum dripping at the tip. Your mouth began to water at the sight. he shifted again, strong hands gripping your hips as he turned you, guiding you both up into a kneeling position facing each other.

One hand shot to your lower back, the other cinching your waist tight as he pulled you forward — until the heavy weight of his cock pressed thick between your folds, not entering you yet, just teasing.

“Fuck,” he hissed through his teeth, hips rolling up instinctively, dragging himself through your slick in one hard, slow grind that made you gasp.

Your thighs trembled, nails digging into his shoulders as your body rocked with him, helpless. “That’s it,” he rasped, breath hot against your mouth. “You feel that? It’s fuckin’ starvin’ for you.”

You were grinding against each other— the thick head of him catching on your entrance this time, enough to make you cry out sharp. “Shit,” he growled, biting down hard on his own lip. “Keep doin that and I ain’t gonna last.” But you couldn’t stop — hips rolling desperately now, chasing every filthy pass of his cock through your folds, the hot slide stimulating your clit with every push and pull, driving you wild.

“So fuckin’ wet for me,” his mouth crashing down on yours. Teeth, tongue, breath. Devouring every broken sound you made. The kiss was intense, wet. You were drooling into his mouth, feeling it drip down your chin.

His hips jerked again— rougher now— and the thick tip caught once more on your entrance, pushing in just the tip before he yanked back with a squelch.

“Fuck—” A full blown moan ripped from his chest. His grip adjusting to grab your ass cheeks, dragging you harder against him with each grind.

“Toji — please—” you gasped, voice whiney, thighs shaking, “Please fuck me! —can’t take it anymore,”

A deep, feral sound tore from his throat— half groan, half snarl.

“Yeah?” he growled, breath jagged. “Ok baby”

His hands were on you immediately— grip brutal on your thighs. He hauled one leg up in his grasp, forcing your body to tip back onto the futon beneath you.

“Right fuckin’ here,” he rasped, dragging your hips beneath him with one hard yank. Your leg wrapped instinctively around his waist, desperate for any hold on him. Your other foot planted against his chest, toes curling against hard muscle slick with sweat, giving him the perfect angle to drive into you.

“Fuck— just like that,” he snarled, grabbing your ankle and placing his other palm flat against your stomach, making sure you couldn’t move it away.“Keep that fuckin’ leg right here. Wanna watch you fall apart on my cock.”

You gasped, body arching beneath him, thighs trembling as you felt the thick head of him drag down through your folds one last time.

Then with no warning, no patience, he lined himself up and drove forward, burying himself into your dripping heat with one swift movement. The stretch made you let out a scream, part of it catching in your throat. He filled you up so full and had you literally soaked— he’s definitely the biggest and best you’ve ever had.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Toji groaned — voice wrecked now, hips grinding deep. “Takin’ me so fuckin’ good.”

Your foot pressed harder against his chest as if you were trying to push him away as your body jolted — mouth falling open in a broken sob.

“That’s it, princess,” he groaned, rocking his hips into you steadily, helping you adjust to his size. “Keep fuckin’ takin’ it. You’re gonna cum all over me — fuckin’ know you are.”

The way he was looking down at you — hair damp, falling loose around his face, eyes blown black with hunger — made your whole body quake. The sight of him like this, fucking you open inch by inch, forcing you to hyper-focus on every drag of his cock, stole what little breath you had left and forced you into your second orgasm.

“Did you just cum on my cock?” he rasped, rocking deeper still, hips grinding steady working you through it as your walls fluttered helplessly around him. “Haven’t even fucked you like I want to and you’re already falling apart. Gonna ruin this pretty little pussy — gonna ruin it.”

Another few rough thrusts — the thick drag of him stealing a broken sob from your throat. Your foot pressed hard against his chest again, this time actually being able to push him back.

“Tch. Where the fuck you think you’re goin’?” Toji snarled, hand shooting to your thigh, yanking your leg down, letting it drop beside him.

Before you could even gasp, he was moving, grip brutal on your hips now as he flipped you over in one fluid motion, dragging your ass up beneath him as your chest hit the futon.

“Wanna fuckin’ feel you like this,” he growled, voice pure filth now, dragging you back against his cock as he lined up behind you. “Gonna fuck you so fuckin’ deep — fuckin’ ruin you.” At this point he was mumbling, almost incoherent.

A desperate whine ripped from your throat, fingers clutching the futon beneath you as the thick head of him notched deep against your entrance again.

“Hold on princess,” Toji rasped, and then he drove forward, slamming in to the hilt with one savage thrust.

“Fuck — fuck — fuck—” you sobbed, body jerking forward with every brutal snap of his hips.

“You like it when I fuck you like this—” he groaned, pace picking up hard now, hips slamming into yours like a piston. Your ass rippling from the force “You fuckin’ love it. Can feel this pussy fuckin’ beggin’ for it.”

“Takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” Toji snarled — grip bruising on your hips now as he pounded into you with wild, relentless force. “Gonna make you fuckin’ scream for me, pretty girl. Gonna fuckin’ wreck you.”

Your body was already right there, teetering on the edge — too full, too deep, too much.

“Toooojjiiii —” you sobbed, fingers clawing at the futon beneath you as your thighs began to shake uncontrollably. “Yeah — that’s it,” he snarled, grip bruising your hips now as he drove in even harder. “Can feel you squeezin’ me. You’re gonna cum for me again — make a fuckin’ mess all over my cock.”

He fucked you until the pressure inside you snapped sharp and hot, a wrecked scream ripping from your throat.

“That’s it — fuckin’ give it to me,” Toji growled, fucking you through it mercilessly. Your body seized, back arching as a gush of slick burst free, soaking both of you in a hot wave.

“Fuck— look at that,” he snarled, voice breaking. “Squirtin’ for me — knew this pussy was made for me.”

You were shaking, trembling, sobbing, as he pulled out, dragging his

“You think I’m done with you?” he rasped, voice feral now. “Not fuckin’ close.”

“W-wait Toji— I-I can’t— I need to breath—“ you were cut off by a loud smack to your ass before his hands shot under your arms — dragging you upright in one brutal motion.

“On your fuckin’ back— now,” Toji growled — flipping you over again onto the futon.

You gasped, legs falling open instinctively as he shoved your knees up high — pinning them wide to your chest.

“I told you I ain’t stoppin’—,” he snarled — lining himself up again with one rough stroke through your soaked slit. “Till you fuckin’ break for me.” Then he drove forward — burying himself the deepest he’s been, so deep to the point you could see his tip protruding below your belly button. the new angle stealing a fresh scream from your throat.

“Fuuuucckk !!! Ahh !!” you sobbed, body shaking beneath him.

“Yeah — that’s it,” Toji groaned, pace wild now — hips slamming down hard as your slick squelched between you. “Takin’ it so fuckin’ good. Gonna fuckin’ ruin you like this — fuckin’ make you squirt again — fuckin’ know I can.”

beneath him, legs trembling where he pinned them tight to your chest. You couldn’t take it — couldn’t think — every brutal snap of his hips driving you closer to the edge, too full, too deep, too fast.

“You fuckin’ beg for it,” he snarled — sweat dripping from his brow, breath breaking. “Fuckin’ beg for me to make you cum again.”

“Please— please— fuck—” you gasped, voice wrecked, tears slipping down your cheeks as your whole body shook beneath him.

“Good girl— good girl, baby,” Toji growled — hips grinding against your clit again, the thick drag of him hitting just the right spots again and again, stealing the air from your lungs.

Your vision blurred — fingers clawing helplessly at his forearms — as the pressure inside you snapped sharp once more.

“Fuck — Toji— I—!”

Then it hit — white-hot, violent — another broken scream tearing from your throat as your body seized, back arching hard beneath him. A gush of slick burst free between you. Wet, filthy, soaking his cock, your thighs, the futon below. More kept trying to come out of you, shooting up so much it began splattering on his stomach whenever he pulled back.

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Toji snarled, voice pure filth now, fucking you through it. “Look at that — fuckin’ squirtin’ all over me again. Fuckin’ love it. Love ruinin’ this pussy.”

You were sobbing, body twitching uncontrollably, barely able to breathe as he kept driving into you, pace turning ragged.

“Fuck— can’t— gonna fuckin’ cum,” Toji groaned, voice breaking — hips jerking harder, deeper, grip numb on your legs now.

“Take it — take every fuckin’ drop—” he growled. And with one final brutal thrust, he leaned down into the crease of your neck as he drove deep and stilled, a loud, guttural groan ripping from his abdomen. You felt it, the hot pulse of him spilling deep inside you mixing with your own cum, as his whole body shuddered, breath coming in rough, broken pants. “Fucckkk I—” he rasped, hips grinding deep as he emptied himself inside you.

You could barely hear him now — body limp, tears drying on your cheeks, mind swimming in haze. You barely registered it when he finally collapsed forward, bracing his weight on trembling arms above you, pressing soft, broken kisses against your temple, your cheek, your throat.

“You did amazing, princess,” he whispered, voice husky, breath hot against your skin. “Took it so fuckin’ good for me.” Your body was too wrecked to answer, too wrecked to move. The exhaustion pulling you under fast.

You barely felt it when he finally shifted, dragging you gently against his chest, tucking your ruined body close beneath the heavy fall of his arm. “Sleep,” he murmured, which sounded fondly. “Ain’t lettin’ you go anywhere, pretty girl.”

And with that, the darkness pulled you under — safe, spent, wrecked — in the arms of the man who had just broken you completely.

The next thing you felt was warmth — thick and heavy — and the slow, steady rise and fall of a chest beneath your cheek.

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You blinked groggily, mind still thick with haze, only to realize you were tucked beneath the blanket now, soft fabric brushing your bare skin. Clean. Warm. Someone had wiped you down while you’d been out.

A low, steady breath fanned through your hair.

Toji.

His arm was draped heavy over your waist, pinning you flush to his side, his body a solid wall of heat in front of you. You could feel the slow thump of his heart under your palm where it rested against his chest.

You shifted faintly — a tiny whimper slipping free before you could stop it.

Fuck. You were sore — hips aching, thighs trembling even with the smallest movement.

Before you could try to sit up, the arm around you tightened, dragging you back in against him.

“Mornin’, princess,” Toji murmured — voice rough, low, lips brushing the crown of your head as he spoke. “Where’d you think you’re goin’, huh?”

“Toji—” you croaked, throat raw. “I’m— sore—”

“Course you are,” he chuckled, voice warm with something that almost sounded smug. “Fucked you good last night.”

You groaned, burying your face into his chest, cheeks flaming.

“Can’t believe you” you started, voice muffled, but another breathless laugh rumbled beneath your ear.

“Tch. You really can’t hold your fuckin’ alcohol,” Toji teased, fingers tracing lazy circles along your waist now. “Had you beggin’ for it before I even touched you proper.”

That pulled a weak laugh from your throat, even through the soreness. “And you can’t shut up when you’re drunk,” you shot back, voice soft and playful, though your body had no energy to do more than curl tighter against him.

“Hn,” he hummed — nose nuzzling into your hair, breath warm on your scalp. “Guess we’re a fuckin’ perfect match then.” You could hear the grin in his voice — could feel it in the way his arm stayed locked around you, keeping you right there against him.

And honestly? You weren’t about to fight it. Not when his warmth was so good — so safe — wrapped around your battered, blissed-out body.

Not when you could still feel the way his breath hitched faintly, like even now he wasn’t quite done wanting you.

But for now, tucked beneath the covers, wrapped up in his arms, you let yourself drift again, safe in the wreckage he’d left you in.

Lowkeyyyyyyy feeling a domestic chapter after this.

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