cw: fem!reader, being called 'mommy'
everyone talks about whiny, pathetic bottom!choso, but what about whiny, pathetic top!choso?
he's got you in missionary, face buried into your neck as his hips rut into yours repeatedly. he's breathing heavy, small noises leaving his throat that he tries to cover as groans. they're whimpers, you can tell, but you don't say anything. too cockdrunk and slightly overstimulated to tease him for it. your arms are around him and you have one hand in his hair, your legs locked around his waist.
"please... please, you feel so good. need more, c-can..." he breathes out almost as if he's nervous. "can i go harder? pleasepleaseplease?" his voice is so quiet, and you would find it sweet that he asked if he wasn't already fucking you harder. all you can manage is a breathy "mm-hm," before he lifts your legs up and together, resting them over his shoulder just to get a better angle and more stimulation for his aching cock.
"mm, you're so... you're so pretty, i love you." he whispers, pressing his cheek against your ankle and looking you in the eyes as his hips rut into yours with desperation that's almost impressive.
the air is thick with sexual tension and sheer need. it smells like sweat and sex, something that clouds choso's head even further. he's fucking you like his life depends on it, his hands on your thighs and kneading the fat there. he can't hold himself back from mumbling your name, peppering sloppy wet kisses throughout your neck and biting at your ear. his touch is overwhelming.
and when he cums? that's when he whines.
"n-nh. ngh, fuck-- mm, baby..." he breathes, tilting his head back. he's on his knees now, but still leaning over you. he looks majestic, but the expression on his face is almost pathetic. sweat gathers at his neck and at his hairline, and this is about the fourth time he's came. his need partnered with his stamina is a deadly combo, especially when he's balls-deep and fucking you like his cum isn't dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. his hands are shaky and the muscles in his back flex, and he's even more vocal now.
he MIGHT have called you mommy once or twice. and when you ask him about it?
"did... did you just call me mommy?"
...he may have came again.
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cw: degrading names (bitch, slut), fem reader, biting, unprotected sex, mean toji, reader asks him to stay and he outright says no
toji fushiguro is one mean motherfucker. rude and short conversations with everyone, finding amusement in others' suffering, laughing at another's misery... he's nothing short of public enemy number one.
how he finds himself in your bed, of all people... is a miracle. hulking frame curled over you as he keeps a hand tightly wrapped around your throat, squeezing occasionally to remind you to keep your eyes on him. and you do, like a good bitch. your doe eyes stare up at him in half-lidded ecstasy as you moan from his cock stretching you out.
he's always kept himself out of his head by drowning himself in pleasure. gambling. lazing around. killing, when he feels like it or when he's making money off of it. and most notably, fucking.
and when he spotted you... a good looking woman, wandering around, looking nervous about what seemed like a new place to you, he pounced.
a pretty thing, mid-20s. you worked as a barista in a coffee shop in your home area, but you've always been nervous about busy places and this was your first time coming to the area. he almost felt bad for you, seeing your anxiety.
so of course he showed you around-- touting himself as a local, being as friendly as possible, luring you in as close as possible...
less than a day's work led to this. easiest pussy he's gotten. double the payout for half the work. you were easy. after he helped you to where you needed to go, he offered to walk you home. then he let himself in. then he helped himself to the dinner you made... then helped himself to you.
his fat cock plugging your pussy, sensitive and filled to the brim with his cum. he was still hard, and he was willing to go a few more rounds. you were whining though, face flushed and covered in tears as you sniffled all pathetically and squirmed beneath him. he had your legs to your chest, one hand holding your knees together as his hips stayed closely pushed to yours. he wasn't even panting. his lips quirked into a smirk, that scar pulling with it.
"oh, what? y'want me to stop? sorry, doll. sluts don't get breaks." he chuckles, starting to rock his hips again. the movement caused cum to spill out of you and onto the light pink sheets of your bed as he pushed your legs up closer to your chest and moved onto his knees to get a better angle. fucking into your cunt a bit more shallowly, he managed to hit your g-spot over and over again, the head of his cock abusing that spot inside you that made you gush repeatedly.
so naive, yet you moaned like an experienced slut, lips parted and drool dribbling down your cheek and onto the pillow under your head. the sweat developing on your body caused you to feel clammy everywhere but between your legs, the searing heat causing you to lose whatever you were thinking of in that moment. your pretty lips curled into an o, and you moaned out his name.
"toji," you chirped, trying to convey your sensitivity and need for a break. but your pleas fell on deaf ears, the man fucking into your pussy like an animal further ignoring you. he split open your pussy with his dick again and again, fucking the remnants of his last load into you. part of him knew he was being careless, but it wasn't his fault you didn't have any condoms. of course, he asked you as he was sliding his fat fucking dick into your tight cunt, making the point moot either way.
your pussy squelched as you squeezed around him, sucking him in further as he groaned out something close to a growl. his other hand left your hip and he smacked your ass, a red hand-print already developing where he'd slapped you. he fucked into you harder then, leaning forward and biting down on the fat of your calf as the headboard of your bed hit the wall with his rhythmic thrusts and slams into your pussy.
you lost count of how many times you came after the fifth. toji however, must've fucked at least 5 loads into you before pulling out for good. he let go of your legs, getting up and cleaning himself up and getting dressed in his clothes from before. your legs flopped onto the mattress and you curled up, whining and whimpering incessantly from the exhaustion settling into your body plus the soreness you were already feeling.
your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him. "...you're not gonna stay?"
toji turns to look at you. he looks you over, and laughs. this man fucking laughs. "stay? pfft..."
your eyebrows knit in confusion. "but--"
"nah, i'm going home." he stuffs his hands into his pockets, still smirking.
"you just-"
"i fucked you. yeah. what, you not used to boys leaving after?"
"...well, i just thought..."
"thought what? i'd be sweet an' give you aftercare? i'm not that type of guy, doll. you couldn't tell?"
you look at him, dumbfounded, as he turns his back on you. you look around and scoff incredulously before you spot a piece of ripped paper on the back of your phone on the nightstand-- with a number on it. his number, presumably.
---
when he got home, his phone buzzed. he took it out and read the notification...
"hey, it's barista girl"
he smirks to himself, staring at the message. maybe he'd respond in the next 24 hours if he felt like it... maybe he'd even offer to fuck you again.
well... the pussy was good. why not?