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"You never texted me back, Toji." That was two days ago. You were supposed to discuss movie night at his place, but he never replied. Your text: "Hey! Are we still set for April 17th, Saturday at 9:00 P.M?"
It was a simple text, but he didn’t answer. Now it’s Saturday, April 17th. You hesitate to text again after two unanswered messages. You stare at your phone, expecting a notification or maybe a knock—possibly Toji.
“Damn, I didn’t think this would happen,” you tell yourself, frustration bubbling up. He came up with the idea—so why wouldn’t he answer now? You wonder if he’s playing with you, or if you’re reading too much into it. Doubts spin through your mind: Was Toji ever interested, or just being polite? You replay past hangouts, searching for any real signs he cared. The silence fuels your irritation as you desperately hope for a reply.
Twenty minutes later, still no text, so off to bed you went.
It’s now Monday, after a weekend that left you fuming. You keep thinking about Toji leaving you on read, even though he planned the game night. You try to make sense of it: Did something happen to him? Does he just not care? Is he avoiding you? Your mind jumps between hope and disappointment, building up scenarios to explain why he hasn’t answered. Suddenly, the conductor announces a delay, snapping you out of a spiral of excuses and bringing your irritation back to the present. As the train halts, you see ‘SOS’ on your phone and feel even more trapped.
You sigh, now noticing the number of people in the train, and their body heat waves towards you. It’s so hot that even in the middle of winter, you feel like you're dying from the overwhelming heat.
You look to your right, then your left, then again back to the floor, but quickly avert your gaze back to the left. Your eyes tried to recognize the tall, muscular, short-black-haired man as Toji, but his back was towards you. Damn it. If only he could just turn around to see his face, but if you do, it’ll make you even angrier that he’s there not replying to your text. You look away, focusing back on the floor, as you no longer want to associate with Toji—not even looking at him. The song you’re currently listening to is about to end— not going to the next queue as you’re under the tunnel.
You sigh, rolling your eyes as you check your phone— even if you couldn’t use it, you just checked the time. “I hate New York,” you thought to yourself, “the train can barely work well, and I’m expected to be at work at 9:00 A.M. It’s 8:06.” Nowhere close to your destination. Just. Great.
Five minutes past, you finally feel movement, finally! The Q train comes back to full speed as it goes back to its regular schedule. Just ten more stops to arrive at 96th Street. You turn your music back on as your phone returns to 5G and a solid three bars. Hopefully, you’re not late to work, but Mondays could be slow days, so there’s not much worry— still, it’s not a good look to yourself when you're late, especially when you work at a hospital, and your bosses are expecting completed rounds.
Finally, you arrive at your stop, overwhelmed by the crowd, as some are waiting or pushing past passengers who are getting off the train— typical New Yorkers. Just as you’re on the escalator to go out of the station, you feel a tap on your shoulder. Without turning, you automatically know who this person is, tapping on your shoulder— Toji Fushiguro.
“Hey, long time no see. Didn’t expect to see you here.” His voice was cocky, filled with absolutely no remorse for replying to your text, and you could hear the smirk on his stupid, lying face. You didn’t want to turn around to engage with him, but his breathing down your neck, wanting an answer for you, as he didn’t accept the silence for you, irritated you even more.
After seconds of being annoyed, you couldn’t bear him anymore, and you spoke up. “You didn’t answer my text.” Your voice was stern, not letting any kindness leak out as you wanted to show Toji that you were serious. You get off the escalator, going to the sidewalk, as Toji is now by your side; “Why?” You look at him, making sure he’s actually listening, not goofing around as usual. Toji looked back at you, putting his hand behind his neck as he smiled, seeming like he just realized you were texting him. You stop walking, just hoping he’s joking, but the more you stare at his face, the more you realize he was serious. “What the actual hell, Toji?! Don’t play stupid with me, Toji,” you’re now close to him, pointing your finger at him as you continue to raise your voice at him— not too loud, as you didn’t want to seem like the crackheads on 125th Street. “You quite literally read my text, and now you look like you just found out that I texted you!”
The pace of your walk quickens, knowing this is where you and Toji separate paths. Without a goodbye or a final word, you cross the streets, separating yourself from Toji— thank God. The hospital gets closer with each step. You check your phone— right on time as you walk in through the doors. You clock in, putting on the right attire, and greet your coworkers and patients as you start your rounds.
It’s around eleven at night, and your shift has finished. You put on your shoes, bag, and take out your umbrella, since it started pouring five minutes ago. You say goodbye, exiting the hospital doors as you open up your umbrella, hoping for the rain not to be horrible. Manhattan tends to flood a lot, especially when there’s a heavy rainstorm. It’s annoying how quickly the sidewalks and roads can get flooded up, and now you have to deal with the smelly trains, walking on murky, brown water, and hoping you don’t get absolutely drenched. As you’re walking, you begin to realize that you haven’t thought of Toji for your whole shift— though you did miss his complaint texts about his job, but then again— he ignored you— even though he left your messages on read. You shake your head softly, trying to distract yourself rather than clouding your mind with Toji.
At around five minutes later, you arrive at the Q train, relieved that your OMNY card wasn’t doing anything stupid, and actually working. When you go down to the platform, the Q train is right there. Letting out a smile, you quickly get in, finding yourself a seat as you lay your head back. “Thank God, I came on time.”
You arrive at your apartment door, fumbling with your keys, trying to rush in to sleep. “Oh my gosh, these stupid keys.” Finally, you open the door with a shove, and you drop your bags onto the floor along with your shoes and clothes. You’re too tired to care about your clothes on the floor, as your only focus is going to sleep. You head to the bathroom, taking off your makeup as you hate the feeling of sleeping on with mascara, foundation, concealer, and other products. It was an annoying feeling, especially when it got your pillows dirty and made you feel icky when you woke up. As you’re washing your face, there’s a heavy knock on the front door. Who the actual hell could be knocking on your door at midnight?! “Who is it?” You groaned, not wanting to deal with any crackhead who could be at your door. You put on your pajama pants and your shirt quickly.
You opened the door, expecting a weirdo talking about an advertisement late at night, but as you clear your eyes, it’s Toji. He looked down at you with that stupid smug face he always wore, which pissed you off, especially when he knew he pissed you off. “Hey, beautiful. I missed you.” He pushed past you, inviting himself in as he sat down on the couch.
“The hell are you doing here, Toji?!” You storm up to him in frustration, getting more irritated that he invited himself in and lying down as if he owns the place. “Are you even listening to me? Hello…?!” You stood in front of him with your hands on your hips and your eyebrow raised. You sigh, realizing he’s not going to answer you, so you sit down next to him, moving his legs off the couch. “Come on, talk to me. You haven’t said anything ever since Thursday.” You look at his face, trying to read his face, but just like always, his face held a hard expression. You accept the silence, knowing that at some point he’ll speak up—only the problem is when. You knew when he came over unexpectedly, especially at night, that something was wrong. Therefore, something must have been happening from Thursday to Sunday.
It felt like twenty minutes had passed since he came, and you were close to falling asleep. Your eyelids were getting heavier by the seconds, begging to be shut, but you held yourself awake, not wanting to fall asleep on Toji. The room was quiet, except for the clock ticking with each passing second. The AC is running, blasting the room with its cold air, directly on you. You kept telling yourself that you’re going to turn it off, but five minutes later, you stayed on the couch, right next to Toji, waiting for him to talk. The fridge started running again, slightly jumping you out of your sleep, and you nudged Toji, trying to get him to talk, but he just looked at you with no response.
You sigh, giving up on him. It was pointless now. He hadn’t spoken in hours, and you were just torturing your body, not knowing whether he was going to speak or not. You get up, walking past him, but he grabs your wrist gently but firmly. “Stay.” That’s all he says. His voice was rough, even though his grip was gentle. So, he did notice you, but he just didn’t want to say anything yet. You looked down at him, confused, but you didn’t let go of his grip. It was as if you didn’t mind.
You looked straight into his eyes, locked into his gaze as he looked back into yours. Your anger towards him completely disappeared as you no longer wanted to yell at him, but to stay with him. You sit back down, and now this time, Toji sat up, looking you in the eyes.
“I know I came late, fuck, didn’t really mean to, but you’ve been in my mind.” He kept his gaze on you; it was like his face leaned closer to you. Was it just your mind playing tricks with you, or was it really for real? You let out a soft breath as the room came quiet again. Toji’s voice came out soft but rough from it being late, “Hey, I’m sorry for not texting you about the change of mind. I swear, there was going to be a movie night…, just stuff.” He leaned back to the couch, rubbing his face out of exhaustion as if to remove the tiredness settling in his body.
“You should just stay here and sleep. I’ll let you sleep on the couch, Toji.” You sigh, lifting yourself up from the couch, heading to the storage closet to grab blankets and a pillow. Toji shook his head, still in denial of sleep, but you couldn’t care less. You were tired as hell, and you were not about to stay up the whole night in silence, even though you guys exchanged a few words with each other— you hated doing this. You throw the blanket and pillow at Toji, and he grabs it with a tired smirk. Damn, it was as if that smirk of his went all the way to your lower stomach, giving you the warmest, tightest case of butterflies— wait, you’re not supposed to be thinking of his stupid smirk. You shook your head off the thought mentally, not wanting your mind to go any further in this crazy night. His voice was deep when he said 'thank you,' and oh my goodness, you felt like you just melted, even though the AC was blazing on you, and goosebumps were on your arms.
Before you walked to your room, he quietly spoke. “You wanna watch a movie? Not really feelin'—” you cut him off, knowing where this is going.
“Toji, I’m tired, it’s three in the morning, you arrived at midnight, saying absolutely nothing, expecting me to ramble or yell at you, but no! I’m beyond pissed off with you, Toji. You ignored my text, dared to come inside my apartment late at night just to do nothing, but now you want to ask me if you want to watch a movie?! Are you serious?”
You storm inside your room, not wanting to talk to him anymore. How dare he ask such a stupid question, expecting you to say yes? Just as you’re about to close your door, Toji stepped in front of it, his face tired yet unexpressive. “Come on, I won’t be able to sleep. Let’s watch a movie, or let us do something.” He spoke tiredly, softly wrapping his hand on your wrist. His touch was a mixture of softness and hardness on your wrist. Even though he was your friend, you couldn’t help but think about what if you held his hand. Will he hold your hand back tightly, loosely, or let go of your hand? The possibilities of Toji holding your hand back were spiraling your mind until he softly squeezed your wrist, getting your attention back. His thumb brushed your wrist as he looked closer at you. “Hey, come on. Tell me what you want.” His voice was soft, mixed with the tiredness of having stayed up for long hours.
Your heart skipped, startled at his squeeze. “Oh, we could do…a movie, but I’m going to fall asleep, Toji. I work at a hospital, I’m tired as hell.” You sigh, removing his hand from your wrist as you rub your eyes, stretching back. Toji’s eyes were on you as if you had a shirt that said, “Look at me.” Though it made you quite a bit uncomfortable, you felt a hot sensation near your lower belly and face. You pretend not to notice him, but goodness, his stare was so imitating yet so hot. You looked back, and there he was, staring back at you with those emerald green eyes. He never took his eyes off you as you looked straight back into his eyes. You both were so tired; you had no idea what you were doing—like you cared anyway. It was close to four a.m, and you couldn’t care less for what could happen in the next few seconds. You hardly blinked, your body getting warmer, and you lean towards him. It wasn’t on purpose, but you were getting closer to him, and so was he; was this about to happen? You were just furious at Toji— hating him for not answering your text, and purposely ignoring your text; you couldn’t pull away, but you couldn’t help but think of how the next morning would be like— whatever, fuck it.
Toji and your lips were practically touching; his eyes were averted to your lips, and your eyes too. “You gonna kiss me, or keep hesitating to kiss me?” He murmured; his lips brushing yours with each word he spoke. He stayed in that position for so long; you felt the ache of him wanting to just kiss you, as you felt his hand on your palm, but he wanted you to break first. You looked back at his eyes, your chest still, as if you only had five breaths left. The tension was too hard to break. You breathed out softly, your lips brushing his just the slightest; his eyes moved to your eyes. His eyes were desperate with hunger— a longing desire to just pull you in and kiss you. More butterflies set upon your stomach, and soon, a dull throbbing sensation in between your legs. Your breath tightens, and with just one movement of Toji’s thumb on your palm, your lips finally touch his.
The kiss was filled with compassion, energy, and unspoken love that no one dared speak of. Your friends knew that something was going on between you and Toji, but each reaction of yours was disgust or a simple “no, you’re completely wrong”; but you couldn’t help but think of the possibilities of whether you did crush on Toji; now, when you’re with your friends, your response is, “I don’t know— maybe I do.”
He pulled you deeper into the kiss, his hand rising up towards your shoulder, descending to your waist. His tongue in your mouth as your tongues danced. Toji didn’t let you pull away, as he groaned softly into the kiss. The throbbing got tighter and tenser with each squeeze on your waist, tilt of his head, and every second that goes by. As you lean towards him more— as if you guys weren’t close enough— he pulls you onto his lap, placing you right where his crotch was— it was hard, and you could feel the shape of his dick right under your pussy.
Your back arched as your mouth opened, letting out a soft moan. Your pussy throbbed even harder as he moved your hips with his hand, grinding his cock with subtle movement, but you could feel that Toji was holding back by the way his hands were squeezing your hips. He pulled away from the kiss, moving his lips to your neck; his hand moving to the waistband of your pajama pants; your breath hitched; rising your hips so he could take off your pants. It’s now off, and he’s admiring your ridiculous panties— bears and honey. He smirks, letting out a little chuckle as he pulls the waistband. That only made you wetter and throbbing tighter. You let out a small whimper, squirming under his touch as his fingers descend where the wet patch is on your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet. I did absolutely nothing to make you soaking.” His voice was rough and filled with lust as he went back to kissing your neck. Each nip and suck brought out a moan from your mouth; your hands rising to his shoulders, gripping them softly, as Toji’s digits played with your clothed pussy.
You moan out his name softly, “Toji…” you squirm on his lap, arching your back more, “please, take care of me…” He looks at you, pulling away from your neck; without a response, he pulls down your panties, your pussy now bare on his clothed lap. His hand goes to your stomach, lifting up your shirt as he looks deep into your eyes. Your shirt is now completely off, and you can feel the bulge starting to get harder. His two palms gripped your breasts, squeezing them, massaging them, as his eyes were now locked onto your breasts. You swore you felt a groan as he continued massaging your breasts; his thumbs now rubbing your nipples— you were desperately trying to hold back a moan, but just with Toji’s touch, it was impossible to hold it. Just as his left hand goes to your pussy, you let out a long, desperate moan. He goes back to kissing your neck as his two fingers slide in your folds, teasing you. Your back arched, whimpering needily as he continued to tease your wet cunt.
Your hips squirm, trying to move as his fingers stopped moving; he was being annoying, but his fingers felt so good on you; you couldn’t help but continue to squirm— not wanting to pull away from his touch. His fingers dipped in, curling deeply inside you. Your mouth opened as you gasped, tilting your head back as your breaths got tighter. He pulls you in for a deep kiss, and just as your hand reaches for his zipper, your alarm goes off. Both of you jump out of the kiss, and you curse, getting off his lap as you go to your room, turning it off. He followed you to the bedroom, leaning on the door frame as he looked at you. “Damn, we really stayed up the whole night.”
You looked at him, sighing with tiredness— the realization all of a sudden hits. “Oh my goodness, I almost had sex with my friend.” You rub your forehead, groaning as you lie down on your bed, reaching for your phone. He just smirked, walking to you, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Oh, come on. You know you like it.” He looked towards you. “You were hoping for it to happen. Don’t lie to me now.” He snickers as you throw a pillow at him. He grabs the pillow, loving the way he gets you annoyed by the fact that he just made out with you and now you’re mad about it— he knows you liked it anyway. He lies down on your pillow, watching you as you rub your temples. “You got work today? Your alarm went off, right?” He pokes your forearm, trying to get your attention.
You turn to him, annoyed. “Toji, how many times do I have to tell you this? I have off on Tuesdays, so obviously I don’t have work.” I roll my eyes. “You never listen to me, do you, Toji? It’s like every little thing I tell you, it goes right out of your other ear. It’s annoying, and it makes me feel like I can’t even talk to you— you didn’t even text me that you couldn’t come to game night— the one that you planned, Toji! It’s utterly ridiculous that I have to constantly deal with this.” You stop talking, out of breath, and not wanting to say any other words anymore; it’s probably worthless anyway— most definitely went out of his ear, but just as you’re about to walk out of your room, he instantly follows you, grabbing your arm, firm but gentle— just like he did last night. You felt your heart skip a beat, turning to him, trying to keep a stern countenance, but his deep stare into your eyes made you soften up a little bit. “What do you want Toji…” your voice came out soft, “I said what I said…If you don’t have an apology, then… leave.” You look down, not wanting to face him anymore, despite what you just felt, but soon came back, as his finger tilted your chin up towards him.
“Hey, I’m sorry, okay? I heard what you said— I was being stupid as hell for not telling you why I couldn’t go to the game night, especially when I was the one who planned it. I was just burnt out— didn’t bother with checking my phone or replying to messages.” He rubs his face out of frustration as he looks at your unchanged countenance. “Look, I’m sorry…okay? I won’t do it again— at least try not to.” He smiles a bit, trying to light up the mood. It works as your eyes soften up, and you nod slightly.
“I forgive you, Toji— just please, don’t do that again. I was so pissed, so the next time you do that, I’m seriously kicking your ass and never talking to you again.” You cross your arms, looking up at him, to show him that you’re serious, but his smirk just brings you butterflies down to your lower stomach. Your faces were close— just like you guys were last night in the living room. You wanted to kiss him so bad, but after an apology? You didn’t want to do that, but just kissing him was the only thing you could think of. As you’re about to say something, trying to change the topic of discussion, your lips connect to Toji’s, and you immediately kiss back.
He softly groans into the kiss as his hands descend to your waist, pulling you in closer. He backs you up to the wall, lifting you up. Your legs wrap around his waist tightly, and you softly groan as you feel the growing bulge pressing against your pussy. He continues kissing you, opening your mouth wider as his tongue seeks entrance. You let his tongue in, your tongues dancing as your arms wrap around his neck. He pulls out, giving himself some air as his lips brush against your jaw, going to your neck. You tilt your head, pulling him closer with your legs. He softly grinds into you, and you groan softly, arching your back at the friction. He carries you to your bed, putting you down with your legs spread open. I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time, you know?” His voice was rough as his eyes stayed on your spread out legs.
You take off your shirt, your bare chest exposed to him, as you look at him. “Really? I never seemed to notice.” You feign innocence. He nods, smirking, his eyes now on your hardened nipples. His hands reach for your pants, pulling them down. You raise your hips, so they can slide off easily. Once off, he groans at the sight of your soaked panties. He immediately takes them off, putting his two fingers inside of you with no warning. You moan, your pussy tightening as his fingers curl and start to move inside of you. His fingers get faster and deeper, as his other hand squeezes your breast. His thumb rubs your clit, hoping to let out another moan from you— he did. Your moan came out as a whiny and desperate one, as your back arched. You moaned out his name, and now his body was between your legs as his lips connected with yours. Each moan from you was swallowed by his kiss. He pulled his fingers out, both hands balancing him on each side of your head.
He sits up, unzipping his pants as he looks at you. He pulls down his jeans, then his boxers, and there it was— his cock. You gasp softly, not helping but smiling at the length of his cock. You always knew that he had a long, thick cock by the way his print would be when he would wear those sweatpants when he would work out with you, and the way he would secretly adjust himself when you guys were in tight spaces. You pretended that you didn’t notice, but ever since your friends convinced you that you liked him, you couldn’t stop thinking about what Toji could do with you in bed. You opened your legs wider as he aligned his dick to your pussy; teasing you with his tip, wanting to see your face contort with impatience and lust. Without warning, he pushes his cock deep, and you groan, gasping as your hands clench tightly to the bedsheets. He groans deeply at the feeling of your pussy enveloping him.
He starts out with slow, deep thrusts, waiting for you to adjust, but soon starts picking up the pace. His hips rock back and forth into your cunt, watching his dick disappear into your hole, loving the way your pussy takes him in so well. The room is filled with lewd sounds as he continues pounding into you, his dick getting closer to your cervix; your moans growing louder and heavier with each thrust. You could feel your peak rising higher, as he doesn’t stop. Your pussy squeezes him tighter, and Toji could feel you’re a few seconds away from cumming. He slams harder into you, holding tightly onto your thighs; your ankles on his shoulders as he stuffs his cum deep inside you. You moan, closing your eyes while your hips buck. Your ears are ringing, and your pussy squeezes him from cumming hardly. “O-Oh..my goodness…” You softly say, out of breath. Toji doesn’t pull out yet as he leans toward your face, kissing your lips. You could feel his cock twitch inside your pussy; growing back to life. You whimper into the kiss, only to be swallowed by him. His hand massages your breast, his thumb circling your nipple; you could still feel his cum dripping inside your pussy, and your pussy throbbing tiredly but still aroused.
He weakly thrusts inside you, and you whimper mixed with a moan. He smirked on your lips, “You still want more— I could give you more.” His lips detached from yours, to your other breast; sucking around your nipple— teasing it until you whine. His mouth finally reached your nipple— swollen and hard from the intense pleasure and whining, begging to be given attention. He sucks hard, twirling his tongue around your swollen bud as his eyes lifted up to you. He softly bit your nipples, and you looked at him, annoyed but pleasured. He smiled and kissed it, going to the other nipple as his hand massaged the breast he had just sucked. He was still plugged into you, your pussy swallowing every possible cum leftover of his. Just as his mouth leaves your nipple, he pulls out, and he watches your pussy drip with your cum and his cum. He plays with it, pushing it back with his two fingers. You whimper, your pussy twitching, still sensitive; Toji grinned at that and his face dipped to your pussy. His tongue flattened onto your folds, then into your pussy, but out as he started giving your clit attention. Sucking softly, then more pressure. Your breath tightens as your hands hold onto his head, wanting him to do more.
His fingers dip inside your pussy as his mouth sucks harder. He pumps them in and out, groaning at the way your hips buck and move closer to your face. He grips your thighs, pull your even closer. His neck pressed against you, and without thinking your grind your pussy on his nose—practically riding his face. He lets out another deep groan, loving the way you’re riding him. He continues letting you ride him for a few minutes, but pulls away to breathe. He sits on the bed, pulling you on his lap— just like last night’s position, on the couch, feeling his cock through his boxers, but this time your pussy is in touch with his cock raw. You align yourself with his cock, sinking down as your countenance contorts with pleasure and the feeling of being stuffed again. You let out a little whimper as you start riding him, Toji’s hand guiding you and thrusting upwards from time to time. The speed gets faster, and his eyes lock in on your breasts as they start to jiggle. He grabs them with his two hands, massaging them up and down with each bounce on his cock. You could feel him getting harder inside of you, his balls getting stern— he’s about to cum. You bounce off him faster, wanting to see his face when he cums inside of you; riding him deeper, you put your hands on his shoulder as you look deep into his eyes. “Look at me, Toji. Look at me while you cum.” He lets out a whimper, squeezing your breasts tighter than before. He thrusts deeply into you, spilling his hot cum inside your pussy. He tilts his head back, out of breath. You lean to his neck, kissing and nipping at it.
He lets out a breathless laugh. “Damn, how many rounds can you go?” He rubs your nipples as he looks at you. You don’t answer him as you pull out, his cum spilling out of you and some left on his cock. You descend to his cock, as you look at him. You grip tightly onto his cock, looking at how much you can grab his cock with just one hand. You stroke it, as your lips hover his reddened tip. His cock twitches out of excitement onto your lips, and your mouth opens, sinking down to his cock. You stop at his tip, sucking it just barely, wanting him to squirm. His hands rested on your head, signaling you to take it all. You don’t move; you stop sucking his tip, and he groans at the feeling of your mouth. He moans just barely, and you go back to sucking him off. “I don’t know if I could cum again— o-oh.. fuuck…” He groans, tilting his head back as his grip tightens. You massage his balls as you deep throat him. His hips buck into your throat, you gag a little bit, but you continue going— determined to make him cum inside your mouth. You feel his balls hardening and his breath stifling. He moans repeatedly, but not as clear as yours— stifled, quiet moans as he tries his best not to cum; but one squeeze of his balls and sucking harder sends ripples of cum down your throat; his hips bucking into you repeatedly. You swallow it all, and you pull his dick out of your mouth, wiping your mouth as you look at your nightstand clock— 7:00 A.M.
He pulls you beside him as he kisses your forehead repeatedly. “Didn’t know you could do all of that…” He breathlessly said. You smiled, chuckling softly as you closed your eyes, staying up the whole night, finally hitting you.
Just before you’re about to go to sleep, you softly say, “It’s crazy how if you were to go to game night, this would’ve never happened.” He chuckles as he lies down on his back, his arm behind his head.
“I know…but I’m pretty sure I would have found a way inside that pretty pussy of yours.” He grins widely, and his eyes close.
“I hate you.” You softly smack his chest.
“No, I know you don’t,” Toji replied, softly.
You sit up, annoyed, “Whatever, I just know—”
He cut you off, pulling you back to him against his chest, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Shhh, and go to sleep. All that fucking got me tired.”
You laugh, “Like we didn’t just spend the whole night awake doing absolutely nothing, but, yeah, sure, Toji, sex really wore you out. Good night— or morning at least.”
You both fell asleep in a deep slumber, your bodies remaining combined together, keeping each other warm. You never thought that your fantasies would come to reality, but now that it did, you were more than glad that it did— hoping that this starting relationship would become something even more in the future.