toji ❤︎’s head from virgins . .
he’s super mean.
toji holds your head still with a tilt, forcing you to look up at him. your eyes water from the sting of his grappling fingers tangled in your hair, unforgiving.
you’re situated before him, fat cock sliding against the side of your dewy cheek. it’s embarrassing and vile, but you can’t help yourself from sticking your tongue out for a taste, just one.
“nasty girl .”
he taps the pudgy tip against your lips, in which you open on command. surely he wouldn’t have to tell you that much.
drool and pre dribbles from your leaking mouth, dirtying your thighs and the floors below you, making him cringe at the mess. the one he’d have to tidy up later. this is what he gets for trying to fuck on a virgin, he presumes.
nonetheless, that’d be a worry for later.
for now, all he could focus on is your soft, watery mouth. uncontrollably producing saliva , making it a perfect place to stick his dick in. and to add onto that, you’re cute. it’s like a 2 in 1, he jokes to himself.
“open wider . don’t panic, or you’ll bite down .”
he grumbles, squeezing in a finger into your mouth besides his cock to prevent you from biting down. it elicits an uncontrollable gag, one that has you squeezing your eyes tight in order to halt your tears.
he hears your inaudible mumbles of ‘no, no,’ most likely because his girth is well beyond what a virgin should be able to take in her mouth. you seem to be no different, gently prying at his fingers and moaning onto his dick; which doesn’t help your case.
how could you not panic ? he was huge, and it hurt. your throat burned viciously, although roughly 4 to 5 inches was still yet to be inside your mouth. you attempt to push him away, pressing against his meaty thighs, but to no avail.
“behave now, little one.” he tugs at your hair, pulling your mouth off his dick and what’s left is truly adorable. a cute, braindead little cock-sucker , your drool coating your chin and trailing down your body, your gaze leading off somewhere he couldn’t care less about.
he rubs his cock head against your cheek once again, forcing your attention back onto him.
“y’r daddy didn’t teach ya any manners?”
“h-he did—“
“so what’re you bein’ so messy for ?”
he grins when you attempt to tidy yourself to the best of your ability, wiping away the spit and tears that coat your face.
“‘s okay. this daddy’ll teach you how to do it right .”
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