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Toji Fushiguro has a breeding kink. Well, something to that effect.
Certainly not in the sense of what most would picture when imagining the relatively innocuous fetish that had become fairly popular across adult sites and fetish boards in recent years. Toji, rather, had quite a specific interest he’d not yet indulged in with you, and up until the six month mark in your on again, off again relationship, he’d kept the information under fairly tight wraps.
He didn’t hide it from you for fear of rejection, rather, he seemed to almost perfectly time the reveal of this information to the window when your IUD had reached the end of its lifespan. You’d had it removed roughly a week ago, and now were stuck playing the waiting game to have a new one prescribed.
You’d always known that Toji enjoyed doing it raw from your many nights together. Hell, the man blew all his money on food and an unlucky gambling streak. You weren’t sure if he could even afford condoms, let alone if any brands offered sizes that would accommodate the monster energy can sized weapon between the mans’ heavily muscled thighs. You weren’t a stranger to his other interests, either.
It only took one night with the raven-haired man for you to conclude he had a thing for biting, after you woke up the next morning to see blue-purple crescent shaped bites littered across your neck, thighs, and breasts. Somnophilia also wasn’t off the table, though this was something you’d both sat down and discussed prior. He was nothing if not a man of opportunity, quickly taking advantage of the green light, and not three days later, you woke in the night to find your pajamas off with him nestled deep between your plush thighs, lapping at you like you might’ve been his last meal on earth.
This situation, however, was markedly different from the rest, and was jump-started one night when you came home to find him jacking off in your apartment on the living room couch. By this point, it wasn't a particularly shocking sight for you to come home to. Only a few weeks into your relationship, you'd decided on impulse to give him the the spare key to your place, resulting in you bearing witness on more than one occasion to Toji sprawled out on your couch, smirking wickedly while fisting into his own hand.
Like a large, ill-mannered stray dog, he’d essentially all but moved himself into your one bedroom place, and that included apparently turning any surface in your apartment into free real estate for his “activities”.
Making eye contact with him from across the entryway, you smirked to yourself, freeing your coat from your shoulders before making your way over. Pent up from another shitty day of work, you'd been itching for an outlet to get your mind off the days' events, and what better way to relieve some tension than letting the hulking mass of muscle taking up your couch rearrange your guts for the evening. Moving to straddle his lap, you seated yourself atop his thick thighs, offering a soft roll of your clothed hips against his erection.
Quieting his groans with a hungry kiss, a shudder pulled through your body from the lingering taste of cigarettes on his lips, a nasty habit you'd chastised him for not breaking. Though a bit messy at first, you both quickly found a rhythm, parting your lips enough to allow him access to taste you with his tongue. Lacing fingers through Toji’s soft hair (thanks to him stealing your conditioner), you offered a gentle tug as he explored your mouth further, practically drinking in the taste of you.
Breaking the contact, Toji slowly drew his head back, leaving a delicate trail of spit connecting your two open mouths as you each caught your breath. Even in the lamplight of the room, you could see the tell-tale glint in his eye that you were in for a long night, sealing your fate as soon as you chose to enter the room. As if you weighed little more than a bag of grapes, you were suddenly slammed down on the couch, effectively knocking the remaining wind out of your lungs.
Toji saw you struggling, and he playfully shushed you, gently caressing two fingers along your cheek as he stared down at you with lust-blown irises, all shreds of green now gone. “Sorry darling, can’t wait” he hummed, his fingers now trailing from your cheek to your blouse as he dragged them downward, popping each flimsy button in their wake.
Suddenly remembering you were now recently sans an IUD, you stiffened beneath him, trying to wrack your brain to recall if you had any spare condoms stashed in the apartment. Trying to move, you placed your hands to his chest, giving a gentle shove to signal you needed to get up.“T-Toji hold on a sec, I gotta look for a condom we-”, attempting to shuffle off the couch, your words were cut short by him using his free hand to snatch up your wrists before firmly pinning them above your head.
While not done with the intention to cause pain, there were times the man forgot his own strength, and you winced at the tight grip he now held you in. “Wouldn’t fit even if you could find one, sweetheart. S’okay, I promise to pull out…”, he smirked down at you, the scar on his lip warping as his lips curled upward. Your brow furrowed in protest, but eventually you relented; one night would be fine, wouldn’t it?
Before you could so much as think, Toji was now hiking your blouse up to litter hot and hungry kisses across the soft flesh of your stomach. Popping the final buttons, he released your wrists to focus both his hands on your breasts, fondling your soft flesh above your bra as he silently cursed the fabric barrier for slowing his efforts. Practically tearing the garment off your chest, calloused fingertips tailed down to your nipples, rolling one between rough digits while he hungrily suckled the other into his mouth, relishing in the way you squirmed at the contact.
Hissing between your teeth, your hands found their way down to fist through his hair as he toyed with you, lathing his warm tongue over the sensitive bud in an effort to pull more desperate mewls out of your body. Knowing Toji, no matter what, he would always push you until you would be the one to beg for it.
Pulling himself away, he trailed love bites down your stomach, pausing as he reached the waistline of your skirt. Hooking his hands into the material, he jerked the fabric downward, almost ripping it as he revealed the perfect gift you’d left wrapped up just for him under the pair of panties, smirking to himself as his two fingers playfully flicked the small bow accenting the cotton.
Tossing your skirt to the floor, he greedily fondled the fat of your upper thighs before reaching back to knead his large hands into the soft flesh of your ass, earning a soft moan from your lips.
“Tell me what’cha want, princess” he spoke lowly, his voice heavy with his own lust as he looked up at you, his head hovering between your thighs. His pupils were blown, and you couldn’t help but shiver as his cool breath fanned down against your heated skin, drawing your attention to the steadily growing wet patch from your budding arousal.
“Toji... please...”, you whimpered out beneath him, pupil-blown eyes silently pleading up at the man. Clicking his tongue with dissatisfaction, Toji carded a rough thumb against your clothed core, offering just enough stimulation to have you squirming. “That all you got for me? C’mon, you were the one that came over here, interrupted my private time and everything”, he toyed with you, his voice dripping with condescension as he waited for you to finally crack.
Adding another finger, he honed in on the delicate pearl nestled beneath the damp fabric, smirking up at you as he applied just enough pressure to have you rutting into his palm.
“I know you can do better than that, c’mon, darling, I don’t have all day”, he taunted darkly as he continued dragging his fingers downward, pulling a string of curses from your mouth along with it. “Toji, fuck..! Please, god - c'mon, fuck me, please...!” you pleaded with him, your hips instinctively bucking in search of more stimulation than the feather-light touches he was giving you. He knew just how to press every button you had, physical or mental, and you both loved and hated him for it.
Satisfied enough with your begging, he wasted no further time in hiking your panties down your silky thighs, tucking the item into the folds of the couch where he’d most certainly make use of them later. Pervert, you thought to yourself, relieved that he didn’t catch the way your eyes rolled at the sight. Laying bare before him, Toji stilled for a moment, hungry eyes roaming over every curve.
"Beautiful...'m so lucky..." he mused, dipping back down to pepper soft kisses along your inner thigh. Though your relationship had nearly always been rocky, moments like these let you hold onto the hope, even naively, that Toji's feelings ran deeper than he would let on. Looking down, a flurry of heat rushed to your cheeks as your eye caught the familiar twitch of his cock, quickly reminding you that he’d already been partly undressed when you’d walked in on him.
Pulling back, Toji quickly tugged his fitted shirt over his broad shoulders, relishing smugly in the way that he caught you intently watching the action. “A picture would last longer”, he grinned, throwing the shirt aside into your shared pile before moving to slot himself between your plush thighs.
Without hesitation, he placed his hands to the pillowy flesh of your inner thighs, quickly parting them to lick a hot, wet stripe along the length of your silky folds. Biting back a moan, Toji released a hand from your thigh to gently slap the flesh; a non-verbal warning he often gave you as if to say “don’t do that”.
Toji was a man that liked it loud, and with this not being his place, he had the joy of never having to bear the responsibility of handling the noise complaints which had become common these days. Not in the mood for one of his punishments tonight, you complied, and as he repeated the same languid action with his tongue, you let out a breathy moan, canting your hips instinctively into the contact.
It took very little time for Toji to find a rhythm you liked, gorging himself on you as he switched from licking between your folds, to gently sucking the bud of your sensitive clit into his warm mouth. Noticing the way your hole weakly clenched around nothing, he smirked before reaching up to tap two fingers against your chin, emphasizing the action with a commanding “suck”.
Nodding, you quickly drew the digits into your mouth, coating them in your saliva as you stared at him through your own lust-blown pupils. Once satisfied with your efforts, he withdrew them from your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. Dipping back down, he circled his slicked fingers at your entrance before slipping them inside, relishing in the way your body eagerly sucked him in.
Squirming from the initial stretch, a small hiss slipped past your teeth. Though you were mentally accustomed to Toji’s size by now, your body wasn’t quite there, and the man’s hands weren’t the only large thing he possessed. Curling and scissoring them inside you, he lathed over your clit with the flat of his tongue, taking pleasure in your noises as he pistoned his fingers in and out in search of your precious sweet spot.
Smirking to himself, Toji focused his attention on the spongy area he’d found inside, curling the digits deftly with each stroke that sent more heat pooling to your core. It only took a few more smooth strokes before you were coming undone against his hands and mouth with a loud cry, saturating Toji's hands and chin with a gush of clear fluid.
Walls fluttering around his digits, he allowed you a moment of reprieve before pulling away, taking notice of the way your swollen core clenched around nothing. "Cute" he mused lowly, marveling at the slick coating his fingers. Holding your gaze, Toji drew them into his mouth, licking himself clean with a pleased hum.
Leaning over you, he tilted your chin with his hand, his eyes narrowing as he instructed you with an impatient order: “open”. With widening eyes you obliged, watching as he hollowed his cheeks and spat the mixed contents of your release and his spit into your waiting mouth. “Good girl, swallow”, he said with a smile and playful pat to your cheek, and you did, feeling heat begin to collect in your core again as you were forced to taste yourself.
Gathering some of the fluid that trickled down your thighs, he collected it, adding it to the precum beading along the head of his cock as he stroked himself slowly, spreading the slick mess across his uncut length. Lining himself up with your entrance, he paused for a moment to look up at you, his eyes possessing a new sort of darkness as he spoke.
“Maybe I won’t pull out, put a baby in ya instead, hm?” he smirked, lightly tapping the leaking head against your folds as he watched your face contort into a look of worry. He wasn’t serious, right?
Chuckling at your expression, he used his free hand to gently caress your lower abdomen. “Would look pretty cute with a baby bump, round and full all ‘cause of me…”, he trailed off as he sized you up in his hands, his lips pulling up into a devilish grin. You could tell Toji was clearly getting off on all this from the way his dick jumped when he spoke, and in that moment you realized you could mentally add another kink to your roster for him.
Wasting little time, a soft hiss fell from between his teeth as he guided the tip of his cock forward past your velvety folds, easing into your cloying warmth inch by inch. Savouring the stretch, he hooked his arms around your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest as he intently watched each of his 8 girthy inches sink into you. Bottoming out with a rough thrust that made both of you moan, he wasted no time, beginning a harsh rhythm that left you blinking back the sting of tears as you fought to accommodate his girth.
Toji didn’t hesitate to be vocal, and every word of praise, every groan, every ‘fuck’, ‘wet’, and’ tight’ all went straight to your core, sending more of your fluids to pool between your bodies. With fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, he pistoned in and out at a brutal pace, watching as your swollen folds gripped onto him with each harsh snap of his hips.
Among whatever else it was that Toji did to keep fit, he felt fucking was one of the best forms of exercise, and he was damn good at it. Releasing one hand from your thigh, he let the limb splay to the side as he spat onto his fingers, slicking them up before beginning to toy with your clit with an intensity that had your knuckles going white as you fisted at the upholstery of the couch beneath you. By this point, the only sounds filling the room were wet, rhythmic squelches, and the soft pants and moans coming from both of you. Leaning forward, Toji caught you in a rough, heated kiss that left the two of you even more breathless.
Noticing the familiar coil of heat building in your core, you began to feel his thrusts losing their consistency, signaling he was more than likely approaching his own end as well. Determined to hold out a little longer, Toji withdrew himself from your cunt, much to your vocal dismay. Ignoring your fevered protests, Toji landed a playful slap on your thigh before folding you into one of his favourite positions, a mating press.
With your knees now locked up at your shoulders, he positioned himself over you, smirking as a wet bead of precum dripped down from his cockhead before messily pooling onto your stomach below. Guiding the leaking head forward, he sunk himself back down into your waiting cunt, groaning with satisfaction as your insides eagerly sucked him back in. From this position, you were able to get a clear view of him taking you as he bottomed out with enough force for his balls to slap the cleft of your ass.
Without missing a beat, Toji resumed the same pace, nearly knocking the air from your lungs with each slick thrust of his hips. Being pinned down in this position, every drag of his girth punched at your g-spot, sending a flurry of white stars into your vision as you cried out to him. Encouraged by your sounds, he grinned, lowering himself to his elbows while he sloppily jack-hammered himself into you, keeping you caged in as he began leaving a hot trail of rough kisses and bites along your exposed neck that would surely bloom into lasting marks later.
All the stimulation was quickly wearing you down, and he could tell by the way your insides clenched around his length, practically trying to milk him for all he could offer. Slowly trailing his mouth down further, he caught one of your pert nipples into his mouth, gently biting the sensitive bud while he roughly fondled the other between rough fingertips. “Toji… close, please…!” you mewled below him, your eyes pleading for him to help you chase down your within-reach release.
As the tell-tale knot of white heat wound itself tighter in your gut, your hands reached up to find purchase against the solid muscle of his upper back, digging your nails into the taut flesh. Hissing from the dull sting, Toji released your nipple from his mouth to speak, his tone thick with impatience. “Feel ya milkin’ me, sweetheart. You can deny it all you want, but down here tells a different story”, he emphasized his words with a particularly rough thrust, practically kissing your cervix as he returned to rubbing the delicate bud nestled between your stretched folds.
“Fuck… Gonna fuck a baby into ya tonight, what’cha think?”, he panted softly against your neck, relishing in the way his words made your walls clench around his length. Despite yourself, every word was bringing you closer to that familiar edge, and was all too aware of it; fully intending on using this new found weakness to his advantage. Humming in a tone that worried you, sure enough, Toji's hips intentionally slowed as he began a new rhythm, lazily dragging his cock in and out.
You assumed he’d likely pipe up and demand that you beg to cum, but his next words caught you off guard. “Gonna cum inside, breed this perfect cunt nice n’ full…”, he drew back before slowly canting forward, taking amusement in the way you writhed beneath him. “Wanna hear ya beg for it”, he continued, wicked eyes flashing as he hooked a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Tell me how much you want it” he goaded, pointing his words with a deliberate roll of his hips. Whining from the lack of stimulation, Toji's hands moved to brace your hips against the couch, stilling your attempts to rut against him while he continued toying with you.
Feeling a hot surge of blood rush to your cheeks, you couldn't help but squirm, whimpering with frustration at being deprived of your release. At this proximity, you were certain he’d undoubtably seen, or maybe even felt the heat buzzing off of your skin. Slowly dragging his cock within your fluttering walls, Toji was all too happy to bide his time, waiting for you to inevitably break. It took even less time than he expected, to his amusement. He'd half-expected you to put up more of a fight, but after you'd realized your efforts weren't getting anywhere, you finally gave him the words that he'd been waiting to hear.
With his chin forcing your gaze, you were left with little choice. Seeing you beginning to crack for him, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, just enough to still leave you breathless and dissatisfied. You couldn’t take it anymore, and like putty in his hands, you found your voice. “Fuck… please! Toji, please I want it..!”. Toji smirked, offering you a quick snap of his hips as his cock roughly dragged across your g-spot, finally earning him the exact words he wanted to hear as you fully broke for him. “Breed me, Toji, please!”, pleading, you swore you'd felt his cock harden more, somehow. What a pervert.
Without a word, Toji smirked and released your chin, resuming a break-neck pace that had you half-worried the couch might actually break. Moving lower, his hands roughly gripped your hips, kneading at the flesh hard enough that you were certain bruises had already begun to form beneath his fingertips. Whining from the dull ache, Toji silenced your cries with a sloppy kiss, leaving you far too breathless to care by the time he'd pulled away.
Quickly nearing your second orgasm of the night, you felt your walls flutter around his length, earning a pleasured groan from the larger man as he spurred onward, effectively using your body as his own personal cocksleeve. “Fuuuck… that’s it, cum on my cock, sweetheart” he smirked, looking down to see the tell-tale sign as a line of cream had begun to form around the base. Bottoming out with a brutal thrust, speckled stars ran across your vision as you let out a strangled cry.
Crashing head-first into your orgasm, Toji groaned as your nails nipped at the flesh of his back, digging in hard enough that he'd surely be coming away with a few new scars. Coming down from your climax, the sensation of your walls clamping around his cock was quickly driving Toji towards his own release, evidenced by the way his thrusts were becoming increasingly erratic and sloppy.
Placing a hand to your lower stomach, he smirked, taking notice of the way your stomach gained a subtle bulge with each snap of his hips. “Perfect lil’ cunt of yours keeps suckin’ me in, right here”, he pressed a little more, earning a mewl from your overstimulated body as he plowed through your release in search of his own, not caring that you were still coming down from your own peak.
The overstimulation was quickly getting to you, and without warning, an aftershock of another orgasm suddenly rippled through you, pulling a loud “FUCK!” from your lips as your toes curled against the sofa. Feeling your soaked walls clamping again around Toji was his ultimate undoing, and with a few erratic thrusts, he bottomed out in you with a final rough push, his cock burying itself deep inside as he unloaded rope after rope of potent cum into you with a satisfied groan.
Burying his head into your neck, he panted, keeping you pinned down as he filled you up, every twitch from his cock sending another rush of warm seed into your abused cunt. After a moment, he moved, but only to slowly thrust in and out, grinding flush against your body as he fucked his cum deeper into you.
“Been wanting to do that for a while…”, he said breathily into your ear, still buried deep against your neck. If you could have seen his face, you were sure he would have been grinning at that moment.
After a couple minutes passed, he slowly withdrew his cock, still holding your hips as he smirked down at you. Gently slapping your ass, he spoke. “Hold it up for me, sweetheart, don’t wanna waste it now, got an idea”. Blushing, you kept your hips raised as he instructed, and you watched as Toji suddenly stood and left the room.
Moments later, you heard some rustling sounds, and Toji returned with something in his hand: a roll of duct tape. Your mind tried to piece together what he was planning to do, but your thoughts were quickly answered as Toji approached, sitting down on the couch with a creak as he smirked at you; it was a look that made your blood run cold. Tearing a strip of the heavy duty tape with his teeth, he tossed the roll aside before returning his focus to you.
Using one of his hands, he spread your thighs apart, letting out a frustrated ‘tsk’ as he noticed some of his cum had slowly begun to ooze out. With a slap to your ass, he growled out a “higher”, and you obeyed, raising your hips as your heart thrummed nervously in your chest.
Still not satisfied, Toji used the same free hand to scoop the leaking cum up between his digits, roughly fucking it back into your cunt with his fingers. “Worked hard makin’ that, won’t have you wastin’ it” he spoke plainly, curling his fingers in and out as he worked it as deeply as it could go, and you moaned softly, your face nearly beet red.
Finally pleased with his work, he took the strip of tape and grinned devilishly, ignoring your protests as he carefully sealed in his efforts, securing the strip of tape so it effectively sealed up your cunt, acting as a perfect make-shift plug so nothing could leak out. With a playful pat to your ass, you lowered your hips, squirming a bit from the full sensation in your lower body.
Leaning in to kiss at your neck, Toji gently pressed your stomach, letting out a perverted little chuckle as he looked down to see the seal seemed to be working as he’d planned. Retrieving your panties from the couch crevice, he’d initially planned to stash them for later, but decided this time he couldn’t leave a poor little thing like you bare, so he slipped them back up your legs, watching with sick glee as the fabric covered the tape.
Before you could make heads or tails of your surroundings, you found yourself being carried bridal style before you were plopped down onto your bed and Toji nestled down beside you, peppering soft kisses against your skin as exhaustion overtook you. In the morning, you woke to find your bed empty, with a glass of water and a poorly handwritten note on your side table:
“Gone to get plan B, and more tape. - Toji”
You wondered for a moment about where he’d gotten the money for the contraceptive, but your own question was quickly answered when you noticed your clearly looted wallet on the dresser.