LOVE, FUSHI < 3

suguru is just so proud of you when you two have sex.

he's got you folded in half, your knees touching the sides of your ears and your cunt nearly split in half from taking his thick cock.

his pretty angel, who just wanted to take his cock so badly. your cheeks were becoming red from how hot you felt with suguru's weight intop of your lower body. his muscles pressing into your skin.

his heavy balls slapping against your ass — everytime his groin connects to your cunt, his black pubic hair connecting to yours -just to ensure he is fullyyyy inside of you- you want to scream in pleasure but the way suguru had you compressed you can barely managed out a struggled whimper. "i know baby, is too much isn't it? yet you're taking it so well." his fingers find your clit.

rubbing it but not nearly paying enough attention to it. completly gone in the way your cunt is sucking in his cock.

gone in your cute little expression. drool dripping. down your chin, eyes rolled back. almost completely fucked out. your cunt clenched around him trying to feel more on your clit which doesn't really work, it only encourages suguru to slam his hips into you deeper. "see, your asking for it baby, you're taking me so well.." he cooes eyes closing for a second. before his hands take over from yours, he doesn't ask you to remove them he simply does so for you.

you don't protest gripping onto the sheets while sugurus pressed both your knees together and onto your chest. his other hand going back to your cunt to smack your sensitive clit. "c’mon baby, give me one more. wanna cum on my cock? mark me as your baby, i want to feel you cum on me, come onn~" he drags his teasing out hand smacking over your clit. “you can do it for me baby, one more..”

you cry out frustrated tears. the prickling pain of his hand smacking over your cunt mixing with his quick thrusts send you over edge. "there, give it to me, baby. good girl." only then does his finger rub circled over your clit. your thighs shake something he's grown used to when overstimulating you. it's cute, he sees it as a part of the routine.

suguru maps out your entire body. every tiny little thing is noticed and the fact your thighs are shaking means he can get another orgasm out, when they go limp, that's when he knows he's given you too much. your cunt already tightens around him again, like you can read his mind.

as if you're trying to encourage his perverted thought out routine for your sex life. no, you definitely liked how good he knew your body, even when you told him you were too sensitive, "i can't suguru- baby, wai-ah, fuck, oh mygod-" you began protesting which fell weak on your lips when he sped up, fingers rubbing over your clit in a way you couldn't ignore, finally getting the attention you wanted earlier it was just too much now. “no, just me.” he groaned in response to your plea’s.

you cried, tears slipping down your cheeks. "suguru, wait!" you knew he heard you because he smacked your clit again before going back to rubbing it. "you were doing so good baby, don't start being a brat now. if i really had to wait, you wouldn't have such an attitude sweet girl." he grinned knowing exactly when you were truly fucked out and you weren't there yet.

nor was suguru...

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is it ever casual? — toji f

sum ⋮ ⌗ ┆what's it like being in a situationship with toji (18+)

there’s a few reasons why toji fushiguro is single. 

he’s a man that likes his freedom way too much, coming and going as he pleases without explaining himself to anyone. he keeps his life simple on purpose. he likes his space, his schedule, and the freedom to disappear for a while whenever he feels like it. relationships mean drama he doesn’t have time for, so he stays detached. well that’s the basic reason. 

then there’s his ex-wife and his kid. their marriage crashed and burned years ago, but they still have to co-parent their son. it left enough baggage that toji keeps most people at a distance. he sees himself as a decent enough father even if he knows he fucks up sometimes, showing up for megumi’s games when he can and making sure the kid has what he needs. he thinks he loves in a quite weird way, he doesn’t do big gestures but he does make time when it counts and worries about the boy more than he lets on.

and then there’s you. 

toji thinks you fit in his life perfectly. starting in just one night bleeding into the next until it became routine. he wasn’t the type to stick around in the first place, yet here you are months deep in whatever unlabeled mess you guys are in. you’re younger than him, not by much but enough that he notices it in the way you see things sometimes, the energy you bring that cuts through his usual detachment without trying too hard. he likes that about you, how you dont push for more than what’s there but still manage to make space for yourself in his day.

he found out through you that young people would call this type of relationship casual, the word slipping out one night when you were both tangled up in your sheets and he asked what you thought this was between you. he likes that label better than friends with benefits, which sounds corny and juvenile to him, like some college hookup that doesn't fit the way you two keep circling back to each other. 

casual for him simply means he can let you into his life without promises. it means he can let himself into your apartment on random nights, you go to his place other nights. conversation stays easy, him ranting about work stuff and you sharings bits of your day, but it always shifts quick after a few minutes, his mouth on your neck and his hands pulling you closer until you’re riding him. that's how it is with the both of you. he likes how casual lets mornings with you happen, waking up to you stealing his shirt and making coffee together before he heads out, no questions about when he’ll be back. 

some days he picks you up after work, the weekends where he stays over feel even easier under that label, him fixing small things around your place or just lounging with you in bed, his big frame taking up most of the space while you talk about anything and everything, he even makes the effort to text you during the week now and then. casual makes it simple to keep things separate like that, his like with megumi in one box and this thing with you in another, no overlap unless he wants it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

“that how you ride?”

toji teases as he leans back against the headboard, hands loose on your hips  while you sink down onto him. you're straddling his lap in the middle on his bed, sheets already kicked to the side. he’s thick and deep inside you, stretching you open.

“shut up,” you mutter, rolling your hips slow, grinding down so heels every inch. “you love it when i take my time. can literally feel how hard you are.”

he groans fingers digging into your ass as you lift up and slide back down. “yeah? keep talking like that and i might start believing you being in charge.” his green eyes drag over your body, watching the way your tits move with every roll of your hips. “fuck–look at you. so wet already, you’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? dirty girl.” 

you brace your hands on his chest and pick up the pace, riding him harder. “..maybe i have. maybe i touched myself earlier thinking about how good you stretch me. you gonna do something about it or just talk shit?” the words make his grip tighten, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple, rolling  it between his fingers until you moan louder.

“keep riding me just like that and i’ll give you whatever you want,” he says, toji then thrusts up to meet you on the next downstroke making you gasp. “that’s it.. bounce on this dick, baby. show me how bad you need it.” you lean forward so your clit grinds against him, toji’s freehand comes up to grip the back of your neck, pulling you down into a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth while you keep moving on him. 

when you pull back for air he doesn't let you go far, forehead pressed to yours. “s-sooo fucking tight..this pussy sucks me everytime. you feel that? love how deep i am?” you nod, breath shake as you ride him faster, thighs burning but you don’t mind because the pleasure is just so good. “yes—fuck, toji, you’re so deep.. love it–love it so much…. don’t stop.”

“good fucking girl. tell me more, yea? want to hear you beg for it while you’re creaming all over me.” you lean back, hands on his thighs for leverage, riding him with every energy you had left.  your voice wrecks as you keep moaning his name telling him how close you are. “then cum. lemme feel it… soak me baby.”

you keep grinding down on him chasing that edge. “i’m so–i’m so close.” he kept his eyes on you watching as your orgasm hits you, your walls clamping down around him as you cry his name. “toji–! shit shit….oh god–” your nails dig into his shoulders and he groans loud. you lean in close, still riding him with little energy, whispering against his mouth, “cum inside me. fill me up, toji, i want all of it baby.” that pushes him over the edge, he lets out another groan, hips jerking as he starts to cum. “shit–take it. every fucking drop.”

you keep moving your hips in lazy circles, milking him though it while he twitches inside you. toji wonders how you could still do that after all that. right as he’s coming down, he looks up at you pulling a lazy smirk, “spit in my month, baby.”

you don’t hesitate, leaning down and letting a string of spit drop onto his tongue. swallowing it as he pulls you down into another kiss, tongues sliding together. you two stay like that for a long minute, connected and messy, until toji starts cleaning for the both of you. 

⊹ ࣪ ˖

you stay pressed against his chest for a little while longer. toji eventually sighs and shifts under you. 

“shower,” he grumbles. he lifts you off him carefully and stands up, stretching his back. “you comin’?”

you shake your head still too tired, ‘in a minute.”

he quietly heads to the bathroom. toji showers really fast when alone, you doubt he’ll take longer than 10 minutes inside. you pull his discarded shirt and pad into the kitchen for a drink. the doorbell rings just as you set the glass down.

you walk over and open the door without thinking. 

a woman with sharp features and dark hair stands there. she’s dressed like she just came from work–blouse, jeans, purse on her shoulder. her eyes drop straight to your bare legs, toji’s oversized shirt, and the obvious fucked up state of your hair. her mouth presses into a thin line. 

you think you can safely assume who she is.

“so this is what he’s doing now,” she says as she looks you over again, slower this time, judging every detail. “you look young.”

you open your mouth but nothing comes out right away. 

you hear heavy footsteps from behind. toji appears a second later, towel low on his hips, water still running down his chest. 

“cleats?” he asks, guessing what she’s here for. 

“yeah, megumi left them again.” her eyes flick back to you. “didn’t realize you had a guest.”

toji exhales through his nose. “go wait inside,” he tells you. he then steps out and pulls the door almost close behind him.

you don’t go far. as bad as it sounds you wanna hear a bit. to be fair…. they’re obviously going to talk about you? you should hear. you sit on the arm of the couch, close enough to hear through the crack. 

“she one of your regulars?” his ex asks, not even trying to be quiet. “barely looks old enough to be out of college.”

“she’s a friend,” toji says evenly. “and she’s out of college. she helps out sometimes, it’s not a big deal.”

a friend. the word lands like a slap.

it sucks hearing it out loud like that. you don’t even know why it bothers you so much—you keep telling yourself you don’t want to get attached, that this casual thing is perfect because it’s easy and he never makes you feel like you have to ask for more. but it still stings, sitting here in his shirt after he was just inside you, knowing he’s out there drawing that clean line with her. you don’t want to be the girl who catches feelings and ruins it. 

his ex laughs, “right. a friend who answers your door half naked. real classy, toji. try not to let megumi walk in on your ‘friends’ next time. he doesn’t need to see that.” 

“drop it,” toji says, his tone hardening. “i’ll grab the cleats, you can leave.”

“just keep your shit seperate. that’s all i’m saying.”

their voices drop after that. normal co-parent talk about schedules and practices. you stay on the couch, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to ignore the knot in your chest. you swallow it down. a minute later the door opens.

“sorry about her,” toji says as he closes the door, “she’s always been like that.”

you shrug, “it’s whatever, it’s none of my business.”

he watches you for a second, like he’s trying to read you, but you don’t give him anything. he walks over and stops right in front of you. 

“you good?” he asks.

“yeah,” you say softly. you still lean into his touch instead of pulling away. the sting is still there, but you push it back where it belongs. this is what casual means. his life, his kid, his ex—all in their own boxes. you’re in yours. you knew that from the start.

toji nods, seeming satisfied with the answer, and pulls you closer. “c’mere.” his mouth finds yours, slow and comforting like always. you let it happen because with toji fighting wouldn’t change anything.

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