So Cutee

So cutee 🥹💖

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 ! [toji fushiguro]

synopsis: in which toji notices how you color-code your outfit every time you see each other…and promptly makes a game out of it in hopes it will cure his gambling addiction.

pairing: toji fushiguro x f!reader | song inspo: colors | outfit inspos | hidden inventory: the lost tapes series masterlist

warnings: 18+, suggestive themes at the end (explicit sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation), but otherwise, just a fluffy/semi-angst/semi-crack scenario of a lovestruck toji trying to cure his gambling addiction~~

Chewing on his pen, Toji’s fangs were beginning to hurt as he stares at the blank face of a random receipt he found in his mostly empty wallet. He seems to be deep in thought, he almost looks like he’s trying his best to crack a mathematical mystery except…he doesn’t give a shit about math and the only mystery he seems to be interested in cracking is…

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late!”

“Fuck.”

There you were in all your radiant magnificence eagerly waving to him from the university gates with your signature gummy smile he’s grown to love so much. You looked so beautiful and happy today…and you were wearing purple. A purple floral wrap dress. He was so sure you were gonna be wearing pink today Toji crosses out today’s date and the word: pink next to it with a frustrated “X”.

And in case anyone was wondering, this little guess-the-color-his-girlfriend-is-wearing-today game is something he came up with on a whim one day while waiting to pick you up after class. Of all the misfortune that has befallen him in his life, he has to thank the Zenin clan for one thing: sparing him the trouble of having to sit through an entire day of brain-frying university lectures about Kant’s second law of physics.

He hurriedly buries the receipt in his back pocket as he crosses the street, closing the twenty-five meter gap between the two of you. Pressing his lips against yours, Toji hums appreciatively when he tastes his favorite strawberry-flavored lip tint on your Cupid’s bow. You giggle as you nuzzle his nose when he pulls away, your hot breaths against one another’s lips providing a sense of comfort to you both. “What were you saying a while ago?”

“Ah, nothing.” Toji places a protective hand around your waist as the two of you walk to the nearby park for your and his usual after class/work stroll. “Just the usual profanity.”

Your lips curl into a soft pout at the thought of your boyfriend being upset about something. “Why?”

“Nothing babe,” he presses a soft kiss to your temple, his arm coming to rest on your shoulders. “Just lost at the boat races again,” he easily comes up with a white lie — a white lie that is bound to make you sad. He knows how upset you get when he relapses into his gambling addiction which, in his defense, he really is trying to quit for his and your — mostly your — sake. “Ah, I’ll do better, squirt. ‘m sorry.”

“Please?” you plead with him softly to which he nods, softly pinching your cheek in a silent promise to try to limit his gambling to…

…Getting tomorrow’s color right.

The next day, Toji spends about fifteen minutes in the shower trying to figure out what color you’d be wearing today. He’s already ruled out the possibility of you wearing black since it’s thirty degrees outside today, but with your extensive wardrobe, crossing out one color from the list is hardly enough to narrow it down. He’s never felt like this with boat races before since he has this natural tendency to just pick the boat with the most stable engine.

Ah, who was he kidding? He’ll just have to guess…and hope for the best, he steps out of the shower a few minutes of deliberation later.

After putting on a black shirt, he looks at his makeshift gambling ticket on the kitchenette counter with an angry look on his face. “Red. It has to be red.” He jots it down next to today’s date in red ink as if to manifest you’ll wear your off-shoulder red top today and those black trousers you bought from that thrift store in Harajuku last week.

Suddenly, a knock rips through the silence of his apartment and he goes to immediately answer the door. Toji clasps his hand around the doorknob for a bit, somehow still intent on delaying the inevitable. “Toji? The bags are getting kinda heavy,” you sheepishly called from the other side of the door and your boyfriend instantly snaps out of it. He swings the door open a little too aggressively that it makes you jump a bit when you hear the ear-splitting screech of the hinges nearly coming off the door. “Ah…hi, babe?”

You don’t know what to make of Toji’s face.

It’s like he’s feeling an odd mix of emotions all piled into one that they somehow cancelled each other out and now, he’s…staring at you…blankly. You have to admit, it looks a little funny. It’s not his usual stoic expression, it’s just pure…nothingness…like he caught a glimpse of the void or something and he can’t peel his eyes away from it.

“Can I come in—?”

“—Hi.”

“Eh?”

You burst out laughing at his delayed response. It’s like your boyfriend buffered for a full minute there which is so unlike him, considering he’s always so smoothly unbothered and suave in his demeanor. Toji scowls when you place a hand over his forehead. “You feeling okay?”

Toji gently shrugs your hand away, nodding absentmindedly. “Fine.” That sounded awfully peachy but you didn’t mind, Toji’s normally so awkward anyway, unbeknownst to most. In the eyes of those who don’t know him, Toji’s image is nothing short of a big, bad delinquent, but in your eyes, you mostly associate him with a typical house cat — quiet and snooty in every regard but actually genuinely affectionate. “Oh, let me help you with those.” He crouches down to help you with the groceries, sneakily stealing a kiss from you as you remove your shoes at the genkan before stepping into the living room.

Toji watches as you bound over to his apartment’s balcony, searching for the stray cat that normally drops by in the afternoon, with a grimace on his face.

“Of course she’s wearing beige,” he grumbles under his breath. Again, he crosses out today’s entry a little more forcefully this time.

At the balcony, you find Toji’s pet emeritus lounging away at the foot of the laundry rack. “Oh, there you are!” You crouch down and pet the white cat whom Toji affectionately refers to as ‘Yuki’ when he thinks you aren’t listening in whenever he feeds it after dinner. “You look like you could use a warm bath, come on!” You gently pick up the little creature and bring her inside. “Toji, I found Yuki~!”

You stop in your tracks when you see Toji with his forehead pressed to the cold marble counter causing you to instinctively place a comfort hand on his upper back to placate him while Yuki climbs atop the counter. At the familiarness of your touch, Toji, who looks like he’s still upset over some unknown thing he won’t tell you, rights his posture. What’s a man gotta do to get a winning streak around here?

“Hey, maybe you should lie down…”

“…I’m okay,” Toji half-whimpers, defeated, gaping at Yuki as she licks her paw contentedly. “Huh. You brought the fleabag in here?”

Somehow offended by that, Yuki violently hisses at him.

Okay, something is seriously wrong with Toji.

You just came out from using the washroom to see Toji on the kotatsu agitatedly scribbling on a piece of paper that doesn’t exactly look like a betting stub. You surmised it would have been something like that since Toji doesn’t normally get angry over anything except losing money on bets, but you are thoroughly surprised and comforted to see that wasn’t the case this time around. You sit down next to him, pulling your big baby into an embrace.

“My poor baby,” you teased amid Toji’s obvious misery. “Wanna tell me what’s wrong?” you smiled softly when he playfully pushes you down onto the tatami mats, all his weight pinning you down, his hand easily overwhelming yours as he pins them above your head. You try to squirm away from him, laughing when his other hand secures your hip to the floor, rendering you unable to struggle against him. Then, he lowers his lips close to your ear, his warm breath sending goosebumps to appear all over your skin, he sighs, falling slack at the crook of your neck.

Toji hates this, he probably looks like a kicked dog right now.

Today’s bet was yellow but when you opened the door to your apartment, you were wearing a mint green sweater over your cream relaxed fit ankle pants.

“Why can’t I do it? Why can’t I just win for once?” Toji’s voice is muffled as he buries his face in your shoulder. Instantly, you feel a pit form in your stomach. You’ve heard this before. You slowly push him off of you, your disappointment palpable in the way you utter your next words.

“Toji, you’ve been…gambling again, haven’t you? Baby, we talked about this.”

Your lover steadies the movements of his chest, feeling the need to defend himself. He wasn’t gambling, quite the contrary really, the thought of wandering over to the horse races hasn’t crossed his mind since he started this harmless little game. But Rome wasn’t built in a day, and every so often, he relapses into these undertones of his gambling addiction particularly the crippling desire to win at least once, to guess just one daily color scheme right.

And he’ll let it go. He swears he’ll let it go.

“I know, but really, babe, I’m not—“

“—Really? Then, what’s this?” You shakily point to the folded up piece of paper on the kotatsu. He has to pinch himself to hold in his laughter when he sees just how cutely distressed you are over an unassuming crepe stall receipt. “Don’t you start laughing now!” You swat his arm.

“I’m not laughing, you brat!” Toji purses his lips together, thoroughly enamored by you right now. “You’re worrying over nothing, Y/N. Trust me.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, pushing Toji’s face away when he tries to kiss you. You cheeky little brat. “But you’re acting so weird though…” You poke him relentlessly on the cheek to get him to come clean, and you dodge whenever he tries to playfully catch your index finger with his teeth. “Just tell me.”

“Nope.”

You climb onto his lap, hugging him.

“Please.”

A kiss is a good bribe right?

“Uh-uh.”

He returns the kiss with a loud smooch!

“I’ll break up with you.”

You whine when he flicks your forehead, leaving an obvious red mark on it.

“You won’t.”

Your little back and forth is interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Sighing, you finally let go of him. Looks like he isn’t going to budge. Toji gets up to answer the door, setting you down on the cushioned seat. Feeling a little bad when he glances back to see you still sulking about the issue, he subtly and intentionally allows the receipt to fall from his pocket knowing you’ll almost certainly go straight for it. He’ll just have to deal with your constant teasing for the next two weeks once you read the contents of the slip of paper. But he’d rather hear you laughing your heart out (even if it’s at his expense) than see you getting all anxious about him slipping back into his old destructive hobbies.

When you see the piece of paper falling like a leaf dancing in the wind, your eyes light up, and you crawl over to the spot where it’s fallen near the small bookshelf you have in the corner.

“Rakuten delivery.” Toji signs the courier’s clipboard, receiving your package. Just as he’s about to walk back into the living room to hand you your parcel, he stops in his tracks when he hears your cute chortles which you’re pathetically trying to subdue and a smirk appears on the corner of Toji’s lips.

Looks like the crisis has been averted for now.

“Wait, Toji…”

Toji pretends to not hear you, his fingers still buried in your sopping cunt, lusciously pushing in and out, your arousal coating his fingertips as he devours your lips in wanton need. You moan out his name again and he scowls when you reluctantly remove his fingers from your heat. “What? What is it?” What could possibly be so important?

You flush when he sensually licks his fingers clean, and you sit up, pulling down your skater skirt. “What’s an anniversary without a little surprise?” You kissed him on the lips, lingering for a bit, your eyes fluttering close as you taste your arousal on his tongue. “Mmh…”

“Just forget it.” Toji bucks his hips against yours, his clothed erection rubbing against your bare slit.

“No way. Just…wait here,” you kiss him again, boldly running your tongue over his bottom lip before pulling away and heading to the bathroom to get your surprise ready.

Toji groans in frustration, his head hitting the pillows he set down on the futon. After a few restless moments of him resisting the urge to fuck his hardened cock into his hand to finish himself off, he hears your melodious voice calling for him from down the hall.

A satisfied lopsided smirk appears on Toji’s lips, his eyes dark as he gazes at the most beautiful being in the world right now, shyly making her way towards him wearing nothing but an emerald silk robe. He licks his lips when he sees the outline of your nipples through the fabric, smirking as you sit down on the foot of the futon.

“All that for a silly little robe? What a letdown,” Toji smirks as he moves to untie the knot of your robe, only for you to slap his hand away.

“Uh-uh…you have to guess first.”

Toji gulps when you pull out the one thing he’s been agonizing over for the last few weeks from your robe’s hidden pocket. You grab a pen from the nearby bookshelf which he expertly catches when you throw it in his direction alongside the crumpled up piece of paper he’d been meaning to destroy for a while now.

“If you guess right, we could ditch the condom tonight. So do well,” you innocently bat your eyelashes at him.

Toji looks like he wants to jump off a ditch, the obvious tent in his sweatpants indicating just how hard he is right now. “No, don’t do this. Don’t fucking do this, Y/N…”

“…What color am I wearing tonight?”

AAA IM SO IN LOVEEEE ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

hot summers

small drabbles/hcs of summer toji

cws: idek probably fluff, maybe slightly suggestive

summers with toji were the worst. (they werent that bad.) it was simply that the heat in his home, had intensified the antagonizing from toji sometimes. it didn’t help that he preferred using cheap white fans and half broken acs that leaked water to cool the house, because most of the time, he didn’t care enough to make his house a home. before you, it was a place to sleep and store his belongings.

but sometimes just being able to wake up every day in his home was worthwhile. he lived in a home where it made you feel like it was in the countryside, secluded and good enough to allow you to build a small garden on the side of his small home.

your favorite part of the home was the area designated for people to remove their shoes. you would wait for toji at the same time everyday when he would come back, watch him sometimes stumble on one foot as he peeled his shoes off, or rubbing his shoulders as he carefully took his shoes off because he knew you would scold him.

you loved these times, because of the small chatter you would exchange, it was your reminder of how much he loved you everyday.

he would always turn around and walk straight up to you or into your arms, some days you’d undo his tie and loosen his shirt, other days you could tell that he wanted to indulge in your embrace.

he didn’t mind whatever you had in plan. just made him feel safer that he had a home to come back to.

there would be days where you are tending to your garden, the summer fruits vibrant and instantly causing a shine in your eyes. he’d slide the sliding door open swiftly, shooting you with the insanely small water gun that he found out of megumi’s room.

there was one day he didn’t plan that out well; he got shot with the hose. he wasn’t very happy after that, smirking after he had soaked your clothes through—you smacked him upside the head after that.

you loved watching after megumi, feeding him watermelon on the hottest days, or fanning him softly and humming while he was napping, at those times, toji would become jealous and sit at the couch with a pout displayed on his face.

you gave him attention too, of course.

or those days where you would agree to bathe together, you’d prepare the bath cold to battle the heat and he would screech like a cat once he hit the water. you’ve never giggled so hard until that day, you believed.

there were some days where it would get unbelievably hot, nobody in that home could stand it. he knew not to get on your nerves, or you would end him. you and megumi would lay on the cool wood floors sprawled out, giggling together about each others recent shared interest.

summers usually feel like the worst in toji’s home, but they were worthwhile.

an: im crying so hard i lug toji

Real (｡╯︵╰｡)

OH MY GOD YALL PLEASEEEE

Why do all the shiu fics gotta either be u cheating on him or with toji. Like I wanna see a fic of him calling me princess and treating me well like where they at???

♡

toji wanna put another baby inside reader.

like- heavy breeding kink.

Desires ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

## — breeding !!

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You were arching your back, meeting toji's chest when he was pounding in your cunt. Your eyes rolling back and your chest hurting from the continuous slaps on your nipples from him, your ass was plump and red by now.

This all started when you and toji visited your friend to see her newborn and a sudden urge to get you pregnant hit toji when you were holding the baby so gently and caressing it's cheeks. The car ride back home was quiet until, “What do you think about starting a family?” you stopped fiddling with your dress and looked at him, your cheeks forming a very light pink shade. "I'd love that Toji”

And now you were laying on your stomach on the king size bed and out of breath. He was pulling your hair back and your toes were hitting his lower back. His thighs on both sides of your body, trapping you under him completely. You were stuttering and moaning oh so loudly that toji was thankful the walls were soundproof or the neighbors would've complained about it tomorrow, he kind of wanted that to happen so that you'd know how good he made you feel that your screams were very obvious to the neighbors.

"You'll look so good pregnant, your tits will be so full of milk that it'll be spilling. Don't worry about that though, I'm here to suck it clean anytime" toji groaned and whispered that last part in your ear, his raspy voice only making you wetter. He pulls back and grips your hips to lift your lower part and put you in an almost-doggystyle position, his cock reached deeper in this position, your walls were all slippery with your cum because you have absolutely no idea how many times he made you cum on his tongue and fingers as an excuse to ‘prepare you’ you knew very well that him seeing your cum seeping out of your hole turns him on so bad.

His thrusts were getting slower but deeper, which was a sign he was close to his climax. “You like this, don't you? Having my fat cock deep inside you and filling up your womb with my warm seeds. You thought about this before yeah? Having your tummy all round and sore with my kid in it? Yeah?" He moans when you clench around him after hearing his words. You force yourself to let out a small “yes!” he leans down and you feel his warm chest on your back, his hips rolling into yours and and going as deep as he could. He let out a groan before his hips started shaking slowly and his thrusts weren't as strong as before, but he made sure to push in deep when he was shooting his cum inside of you. "Gotta make sure your pussy takes everything I give her yeah?"

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ೀ ׅ ۫ . 𝐍𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐔𝐇 ? (𝐹𝒰𝒮𝐻𝐼𝒢𝒰𝑅𝒪 𝒯𝒪𝒥𝐼)

fwb! fushiguro toji x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw + unprotected sex ﾉ raw sex ﾉ friends with benefits -> more ﾉ confessing during sex ﾉ slight self deprecation + insecurity on toji's side ﾉ marking ﾉ rough sex ﾉ choking kink ﾉ clit play ﾉ degrading kink ﾉ praise kink ﾉ size kinkﾉ creampie ﾉ mdom + fsub ﾉ not proofread ! ໒꒰♡◞ ˕ ก꒱১

'nother . . 'nother toji fic . um i swear i dnt even liek him dat much ! ! 's jus sumetimes he gives mi da feels so . . eheh ! art credits go to @/sso_s__ on twitter ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

Your mind was in a haze, a lustful fog clouding your senses, the smell of sex heavy in the air, sweat slipping down your temples. Your chest heaved, your breasts pressed up against Toji's firm pecs, the smooth, hard muscles a stark contrast to the softness of your tits. You shifted, your knees pressing into the mattress, the thick, veiny cock inside you twitching with raw need, the flared head brushing against your cervix, making you gasp. "Mm, such a good little slut, yer awful tight.." Toji's voice rasped, his lips brushing against your ear, his pants hot and heavy against the delicate skin. His large, calloused hands gripped your hips, his fingertips digging into the flesh, sure to leave bruises, the marks serving as proof of his ownership. You shivered, goosebumps spreading across your arms, the praise making your heart skip a beat. You were always a sucker for his dirty talk, the filthy words leaving him making you burn with lust, a fire sparking in the pit of your stomach. He nipped at your neck, his sharp canines grazing over your pulse, his hot tongue soothing the bite, lapping up the beads of sweat. "Ah-ahhh, o-oh, f-fuck, To-ji-iii..!!" You whined, wriggling your hips, a desperate attempt to create more friction, to feel him deeper inside you. "T-Toji, P-Ple-e-ease, To-ji.." You babbled, the words pouring from you without any filter, your thoughts a jumbled mess, a string of incomprehensible moans and mewls leaving you.

You were a wreck, a blubbering, quivering, needy, mess. Toji never failed to make you lose all control, to strip away your inhibitions, rendering you into a puddle of desire. His lips and teeth continued to work at your neck, his hips snapping, powerful thrusts jolting your whole body. Your nails dug into his shoulders, a squeal escaping you when his thumb swiped over your clit, rubbing tight circles over the tiny nub, his skilled fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "To-Toji, m'g-gonna cum.." You warned, your walls clenching around him, the tension mounting, your body tensing, your muscles stiffening. You were in an intense state of pleasure, a mix of pain and bliss, a euphoric rush making your head spin. Your senses were heightened, the smallest touch enough to push you over the brink, the slightest brush against your clit setting you off. Your legs were shaky, your body weak, trembling. It was getting harder and harder to keep yourself upright, your thighs aching, burning. "Hah, is that right, baby girl? Ya gonna cum f' me?" Toji rasped, the sound sending sparks up your spine, a whimper tumbling from you. "C'mon, say it. What're ya, hm? Say it, baby. Tell me.." He coaxed, his movements speeding up, his thrusts rougher, harder, deeper. He was fucking you with wild abandon, the primal need for release driving him to the edge. "I-I'm y-your s-slut-t, Toji.." You cried, tears of pleasure pooling in the corners of your eyes. "Yer Toji's what?" A grunt left him, his cock twitching inside you. "Say it. Say. It. Now." His tone was harsh, his words firm, an order.

"I-I'm y-your s-sl-ut.." You mewled, his hand wrapping around your throat, his grip tightening, making it harder to breathe. "Y-your c-cock s-s-lut.." You squeaked, a choked sob spilling from you, drool trickling from the corner of your mouth, the wet, sticky substance running down your chin. "Damn fuckin' right.." He growled, his free hand moving from your clit to grab the underside of your thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, your leg resting on his shoulder. Toji pushed himself deeper inside you, burying his cock in the velvety heat, his thrusts becoming frantic, desperate, his movements erratic. He was losing his composure, his breathing growing more and more ragged, his groans and grunts coming in shorter intervals. His pace was brutal, his grip on you almost painful, the strength in his fingers making your head spin. Your sweet, high-pitched noises were driving him insane, his blood boiling, the heat in his gut burning him from the inside out.

His hand tightened around your neck, grasping the column of flesh, his thumb and middle finger pressing into the sides of your throat, the pressure enough to make you dizzy. A moan spilled from him, his hot breath fanning over your cheek, the air brushing over your damp skin, a chill running up your spine. He pressed his forehead against yours, his emerald eyes meeting your own. Your gaze was glazed over, your irises dilated, the thin ring of color around your pupils barely visible. The look in his eyes was downright animalistic, his pupils blown, his eyelids hooded, his gaze burning with hunger. "To-toji.." You choked out, his grip on you loosening slightly, allowing you to get a bit of air. You sucked in a sharp breath, swallowing hard, forcing the lump in your throat down. "C-cum.. m'g-onna c-cum..! O-oh, fuck i-it feels s-so g-good, so, so g-go-ood-d-d..!" You wailed, a sob racking through your body. "C'mon, princess, be a good girl f' me, yeah?" He panted, his breath fanning over your lips. "Be a good girl and cum f' me. Show me how much ya love this dick.." He drawled, his tone low, the sound going straight to your core. Your back arched, a sharp, desperate cry leaving you, a gush of slick drenching Toji's cock, your walls fluttering around him. You came undone, your climax hitting you like a freight train, the intensity making you scream. "M-mm-mh! O-oh, fuck! Oh, fuck, l-love you, To-ji, love you so much-t-t..!" You babbled, the confession spilling from you. You didn't register what you'd said, the words flowing freely, a string of incoherent praises leaving you.

You were floating on a high, a blissful, euphoric feeling washing over you, your whole body buzzing. "F-fuck, baby girl, s' that right? Love me, hm? S' that why ya keep comin' back, yeah? S' that why ya keep lettin' me use this pretty little pussy of yers?" He teased, moans and groans of pleasure leaving him. "S' that why yer always so ready, so wet, so fuckin' perfect? Fuck, I knew ya loved this cock, but I didn't think ya'd love me.." He let out a breathless chuckle, his grip on your throat loosening, his fingers caressing the tender flesh, tracing patterns on your heated skin. His hips didn't falter, his thrusts never slowing, his stamina seemingly endless. He was determined to drag out your high, to keep you in a state of perpetual pleasure. Your chest was heaving, your body twitching, your limbs quaking, the waves of ecstasy making your body tremble. Your eyes fluttered shut, your head tilting back, a gasp tumbling from you. "Say it again." Toji ordered, a command, his voice firm, the demand leaving no room for debate. "Look at me. Open those pretty little eyes and say it. Tell me." He was desperate, the need to hear you say it again overpowering. It may not have seemed like it, but he needed the reassurance, the confirmation. He hadn't been told he was loved in years. Hearing the words spill from you had brought forth a slew of emotions he hadn't felt in ages.

You pried your eyes open, a smog stare meeting his own. Your cheeks were flushed, the pretty pink color painting your skin, the blush making you look all the more ethereal. You opened your mouth, a shaky exhale leaving you. "I l-love you, To-Toji.." You stammered, a yelp slipping past your lips, the sound in sync with his loud groan. Your body jolted, the sensation of warmth filling you to the brim making you whine. Toji's cock pulsated inside of you, ropes of pearly white seed coating your inner walls, painting them a milky shade. "F-fuck, baby- pussy's so good, s' so tight- shit, ya got me cummin' in ya, yeah? Feel that, hm? That's yer reward f' bein' such a good girl." He purred, his cock still throbbing, the twitching member sensitive. "Fuckin' hell.." He breathed, his grip on you finally loosening. He slipped his hands down to your hips, his fingers splayed across your back, the calloused pads brushing against your soft skin. "…Say it again." He requested, his tone quiet, softer. You were exhausted, a pleasant haze clouding your thoughts. "I-I l-love.. love yo-ou.." You mumbled, the words tumbling from you without much thought. The admission was sincere, a truth. You did love him. You hadn't meant to say it, but you'd meant it. The words had slipped out, a spur of the moment thing, a consequence of the haze. "…Yeah?" He questioned, his voice a low whisper, barely audible. You hummed, a sleepy noise, the sound muffled by the way you were pressed up against him.

"Makin' my heart flutter, fuck me.." He muttered, the words more to himself than to you. "Love ya too though, baby girl." He chuckled, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. "Fuckin' crazy, hm? Fell f' ya, fuckin' hell. Thought it was no strings attached. Thought we were just fuck buddies. Was wrong, obviously. Should've known better. Should've known that pretty face of yers would drive me insane." He shook his head, the movement ruffling your hair, the soft strands tickling his skin.

"Can't believe ya love this ugly mug. Ya really do like a bad boy, huh?" He smirked, his lips quirking into a crooked grin. "S' okay, though. Ya got me f' life. Gonna take real good care of ya, yeah? Gonna treat ya right, princess. S' gonna be me an' ya f'ever." He assured, his hands stroking your back. "S' long as ya love me. I'm all yers. Gonna protect ya, promise."

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent of cigarettes and cologne, basking in the feeling of having his arms wrapped around you, his cock softening inside you. You were spent, the post-sex bliss washing over you, the feeling of security and safety making you melt. "Rest up, yeah? Gotta recharge. We've got the whole night ahead of us, after all. Gotta give that little pussy a break before I ruin it again, don't I?"