You push open the door to the dingy apartment and there he is, Toji Fushiguro, leaning against the kitchen counter like he owns the place. His shirt is already off, scars cutting across thick muscle, that scar on his lip twisted into a smirk. “Took you long enough,” he says, voice low and rough. “Get over here.”
You don’t hesitate. The second you’re close he grabs your wrist and yanks you in, spinning you so your back hits the wall. His mouth crashes onto yours, all teeth and tongue, tasting like cheap beer and something darker. One big hand shoves up your shirt, squeezing your breast hard enough to make you gasp. “No bra. Good girl. Knew you’d come ready to get fucked.”
He yanks your shirt over your head and tosses it. His fingers pinch your nipple, rolling it until it’s stiff and aching. “Look at these tits. Fucking perfect for my hands.” He drops his head and sucks one into his mouth, biting just enough to sting before soothing it with his tongue. Your hands go to his hair but he slaps them away. “Did I say you could touch? Hands on the wall. Now.”
You obey, palms flat against the drywall. Toji drops to his knees, yanking your pants and underwear down in one rough tug. He spreads your thighs with his shoulders and stares at your pussy like it’s dinner. “Already wet. Dirty little slut.” Two thick fingers drag through your folds, spreading the slick. He pushes them inside without warning, curling hard against your front wall. You moan and he laughs. “Yeah, that’s it. Clamp down on my fingers like you’re starving for cock.”
He fucks you with his hand, fast and mean, thumb grinding your clit. Every thrust makes wet sounds fill the room. When your legs start shaking he pulls out, stands, and spins you around so your chest is pressed to the wall. You hear his belt, then his zipper. The blunt head of his cock slaps against your ass, heavy and hot. “Beg for it.”
“Please, Toji. Fuck me.”
“Say it right.”
“Fuck my pussy. Use me. Please.”
He lines up and shoves in with one brutal thrust, burying every inch. You cry out at the stretch, walls burning around his thick cock. Toji groans, hips flush to your ass. “Tight little cunt. Been thinking about this all day.” He doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pulls back and slams in again, setting a punishing rhythm that rattles the pictures on the wall. Each thrust knocks the breath out of you. His hand fists your hair, yanking your head back so he can growl in your ear. “You feel that? That’s me rearranging your guts. Gonna leave you leaking for hours.”
He reaches around and rubs your clit in tight circles, never slowing the snap of his hips. You’re dripping down your thighs, the slap of skin on skin loud and filthy. Toji’s other hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise. “Come on my cock. Do it now.”
The orgasm hits like a punch. Your pussy spasms around him, milking every inch while you moan his name. He fucks you through it, pace getting sloppy. “Fuck, that’s good. Squeezing me so fucking tight.” He pulls out suddenly, spins you again, and shoves you to your knees. “Open.”
You do. He strokes his cock twice and comes across your tongue and lips, hot and thick. Some lands on your chin.
He wipes it with his thumb and pushes it into your mouth. “Swallow. Every drop.”
You do, eyes locked on his. Toji watches with that lazy, satisfied smirk. He hauls you up, tosses you over his shoulder, and carries you to the bedroom. “We’re not done. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
He drops you on the bed, flips you onto your stomach, and pulls your hips up. One hand presses between your shoulder blades, keeping your face in the mattress. He slides back inside, slower this time but just as deep. “Gonna fill this pussy next round. Mark you up so you remember who owns it.”
Toji sets a steady, grinding pace, angling so the head of his cock drags over that spot inside you with every thrust. His free hand reaches under to pinch your clit again. You’re oversensitive, whimpering into the sheets, but he doesn’t let up. “Take it. You can come again. I know you can.”
The second orgasm builds slower, tighter, until it crashes over you and your whole body shakes. Toji keeps fucking you through it, pace finally breaking. He slams in deep and stays there, cock pulsing as he fills you. You feel every hot spurt, his hips jerking with each one.
He stays buried inside you for a long minute, breathing hard. When he pulls out, his cum leaks down your thigh. Toji swipes it with two fingers and pushes it back inside. “Keep that in there. I want you messy all night.”
He collapses beside you, one heavy arm dragging you against his chest. “Rest five minutes. Then I’m bending you over the headboard.” His fingers trace lazy circles on your hip. “And you’re gonna thank me for every round.”
You nod, already aching for more. Toji chuckles, low and dark. “Good girl.”
