[ wow, how considerate of him. although, that was what he was intending to do right from the beginning, right? dammit, she really got played. but it's not like she's got room to complain when she readily agreed to his whims and let him lick at her fingers. she's not stupid. she knows what he wants to do to her, and that involves sitting up with a groan and letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed in front of him. ]
You're really making me sit up for this, aren't you...
[ just going to grab some pillows and put them behind her so that she can lean back on them. she was wearing her usual loungewear, a baggy white shirt and red sweatpants, and she shifts in place as she pulls down the latter to reveal pale, freckled legs, also crisscrossed with faded scars.
as for her panties, they're plain and cotton, with a noticeable damp spot in the middle. fine, fine, he's got her, okay. not wanting to appear like a total virgin on her first time in quite a while, she boldly reaches for toji's hands and places them on her thighs. ]
[ Toji is perceptive, but he's not 100% sure what he expected out of Ishmael. He likes her company well enough, but he's also not one who really knows or cares to build intimate friendships with people. It's probably because he hasn't really had any of those in his life other than the two people he has married and his colleague. It's in this moment Toji even wonders what happened to his second wife after they stopped seeing each other. His marriage with her was sort of blurred; she was just as horrible as he is, naturally. It didn't feel like either of them really loved one another.
There's some dim moonlight peeking through the curtain to their only window, so he can definitely see her undress and with his keen eyesight.. well. He can both see and smell the fact that she's wet. That's probably the reason his shit eating grin as remained. ]
Don't sound too excited, shit. Here--
[ Although one of his hands remains on her thigh, the other lifts to catch her under her chin and tug her close to him. Before she knows it, he's kissing her; here on the mouth. His other hand works, caressing along her thigh, the inside of her thigh, the warmth from his fingers teasing along her outside of her panties. Maybe he should have asked, but he figured stuff like this is usually part of oral sex, right? ]
[ was she that excited? she probably was, when she'd just agreed to have fun with him his own way after hearing his rather demeaning spiel about loving women despite being unlovable himself. he's simply not a keeper if he just goes through girls like that, and even more so when most of them here have standards.
but ishmael is serious when she said that there are worse people than him where she's from. the city's full of psychopaths, doing all they can just to survive in a world that never runs out of ways to dispose of the weak. all they can do is shut out any form of emotional connections in order not to be swayed when their peers happen to die the next day. if anything, ishmael might be worse than him in this regard, because she just leaped at the first person who's shown physical interest in her despite not having any strong feelings for him one way or another. he's made her realize that maybe she does need to get off after years of not being able to.
so she kisses him back with much fervor, softly moaning into his mouth as she licks at his lips to demand entry. more heat radiates from between her legs the more he rubs her there, but it just isn't enough. she takes his wrist to keep him in place as she ruts needily against his hand, the fabric keeping them apart growing wetter with every stroke. ]
Just... take it off already... [ she's tired! don't make her do all the work when she can barely move her legs, damn. ]
[ Again, the perks of having heightened senses makes sex just that much more enjoyable. The vibration against his lips when she moans, the way her heart beat drums in his ears.. maybe that's why he's such a dirty bastard. As she eases his mouth for more entry, he grants it, his taste lingering with a hint of smoky alcohol despite the fact they've technically been on a mission. Who knows what he's been spending some of his time doing here. Despite this though, he is sober. It seems like a very old taste.
His wrist curls, cupping her pussy and pressing the heel of his palm over the peak of her folds, right over her clit as he ruts against him. He breaks off their messy kiss to dip down and murmur hotly against her ear. ]
Think of nothing else but me. Loosen up. Not of things going on here or where you came from. Just have fun.
[ Toji slips-- not two-- but three fingers past the rim of her panties, touching and stroking her properly without anything in the way now. He presses his forefinger and ring finger against her, slipping his middle finger right in with ease from her wetness. It twists, curling upwards for a minute before he adds another digit, fingering her to his second knuckles. ]
Think how nice it'll be when I eat out your cute cunt. Surrender it all to me. ♡
[ The heat of his fingers leaves almost right when it was getting pretty good and he pulls back to run the flat of his tongue along his own digits, giving himself a hint of a taste. The tip of his tongue curls around the corner of his lips as he regards her for a moment before shifting down.. and down.. and down. With utmost care, he does remove her undergarments as instructed before spreading her legs with both of his hands. She may expect him to go right for her folds, but instead, she'll feel the heat of his mouth against the inside of her right thigh, lavishing with proper attention to edge her on. ]
[ that's easy for him to say, she thinks, already feeling heady from the kiss alone. up until recently, she had a one-track mind for her one mission that everything else had faded into the background. it's practically impossible not to think of the city she'd lived in that influenced her everyday thinking, that work should always take precedence over fun until she dies a useless death like everyone else.
but at the same time, it's hard to think about anything else at the moment with toji's fingers inside her. she manages to cover her mouth with one hand before letting out a series of breathy moans, her walls tight around his fingers as he gradually works her open. her hips jerk erratically as juices start flowing out with every stroke, feeling herself about to reach her limit--
and then he pulls his hand out, his fingers glistening with her own slick. ishmael lets out a needy whine, glaring daggers at him with a completely flushed face. dammit, it was getting really good too, but she'll shift on the bed to accommodate him, planting her legs onto his broad shoulders right after he slides her panties off. it's been so long since she felt this hot from within her core, her heart beating like nothing else she'd experience in a long, long time, and toji really likes to torment her by dragging this out, doesn't he...?! ]
Toji...
[ she whines again as one hand reaches for his head, tugging slightly at his hair. she appreciates the thigh worship, but she's going to nudge her hips at him anyway. like hello? her pussy is right here, you know. ]
Will you stop... fucking around...? [ pleaaaaaase ]
[ Toji works hard to leave a rather possessive mark on her, sucking and drawing blood to the surface of her skin. When he is given an order, though, Ishmael will feel him graze his teeth against the already raw flesh in a small bite. Apart of him is sadistic and loves to see people get flustered and impatient through a torturous process, but another part of him is trying to control her orgasm; reaching her to almost her limit to circle back around and deny her of release. He’s hoping she will have a strong climax if he keeps doing this. ]
I’ll do what I want to do.
[ Maybe she’s unintentionally tapping into his dominant play, but he can’t help but say stuff like this when someone is starting to brat out. Through the dim light that cascades over the room, Ishmael can probably see his eyes look pretty heavy, his large cock fattening up the front of his loungewear trousers. He’s very turned on, and maybe he will start touching himself wants he gets his mouth on her since he assumes this is all they’re doing tonight.
Dipping back down, this time right near her cunt, he glances up at her again with a crooked smile. ]
You can fondle yourself if you want. I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
[ Maybe she has sensitive tits; he doesn’t know, but he thought he would introduce a suggestion. Finally, though, his lips split and his tongue sticks out wide, slowly running the flat of it along her entire arousal, stopping at the top to give her eye contact as he plays with her clit— up and down, up and down. It’s about now that he reaches down with one of his hands to toy with his dick, thumbing along one of the thickest veins and slowly stroking himself. ]
[ shit. she'll have to make sure no one finds the lovebite on her inner thigh whenever she uses the communal baths and the onsen now, but the idea that toji even bit her there as a secret reminder of what transpired here tonight has her curling her toes in delight anyway as she sucks in a sharp breath when his teeth meets skin.
she catches her breath for a moment, closing her eyes and barely catching his suggestions and -- gotta give credit to the guy, he sure knows what he wants and how to get it. it's also helpful to have someone tell her what to do in this instance when she's gravely out of practice. so she rolls up her shirt to reveal her sizeable breasts, cupping one of them in her hand and flicking her finger at a nipple. it's too much, enough for her hips to buck wildly against his mouth as his tongue dove deep into the raw heat of her cunt.
it's hard to tell if they're still being quiet here, what with all the sounds she's been wanting to keep down and failing every time. it'd be embarrassing if anyone decides to come in at any moment. regardless, she moans and twitches when she rolls a nipple between her fingers, tilting her head down to see how toji's doing and widening her eyes at the sight of him stroking at his own cock. it might be enough to send her over the edge, but she finds herself wanting to prolong this as much as she can for fun. so she swallows, her free hand finding its way back to his head to grip at his hair again as a signal to pause. ]
Wait, wait-- [ she's never heard herself this desperate before. not during sex, at least. ] I'm close. You have to fuck me... Please.
[ she's so drenched from all the stimulation, it's embarrassing. she also couldn't really see how big he is in the shadows, but he can't be that big, right? well, only one way to find out. ]
[ Before she speaks, Toji leaves her clit hot and clutches one of her thighs, pulling her taunt against his mouth as he pushes his tongue past her outside flesh, enjoying his meal with both fervent movements and sounds; at this point, his stroking has turned into straight on fapping, silently wishing there was at least some kind of lubricant to make all of this go smoother, literally, but it’s not the first time he’s jacked off dry and it definitely doesn’t deter him from doing it right now.
He’s enjoying the show when she makes a suggestion and he has to think for a moment. Is it just something she is suggesting in the heat of the moment and will regret it later? He doubts that the case. Ishmael is a new acquaintance (fuckbuddy?) but he already knows she’s a level headed person who seems very certain of her wants and needs. Toji removes himself from her, a trail of saliva and discharge sticking to the round of his chin, right along the sharp angle of his jaw. Say no more, but he straightens his posture and tucks his hands under his lounge wear shirt, pulling it off of his head to reveal his immaculate body, perfected into sculpture by years and years of training out of spite. Most of the muscle is along his broad shoulders, arms and chest, but there’s enough build along his abdomen to appreciate too.
Toji crawls to his feet and strips out of his pants and undergarments in one go, stiff cock practically springing out when it has the chance. He’s above average size, but not overly so, with an evident curve to its shape. He’s uncut, but his head is completely out right now. He just really likes eating out women, okay.
He climbs on the bed, helping his partner get positioned with her legs open and around him. As for her hands, he’ll place them over her head with the wrists crossed, large palm pressing down to hold them there if she will allow it.
Well. They are certainly in a position now. ]
Thought you were too tired.
[ Stated with a bit of a playful tone, but he sounds terribly aroused as well. The other hand goes for adjusting his cock against her. ]
[ do they count as fuckbuddies now? they're not even buddies, as far as she knows. they're merely neighbors back at the base and nothing more. but ishmael is surprisingly aware that she deserves to have fun after everything she'd gone through up to this point, and she's always thought that toji is someone she's never really met in the city before, a guy who knows how to act upon his desires when he has it in his grasp. she's not used to the way he hungrily watched her from between her legs, the way he held her when they were still cuddling innocently, but she can't say she hates this attention either. she'd experienced lust before thanks to that one E.G.O that wrapped her in ribbons, but this time it's real. frighteningly so.
so she peels off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. the moonlight through the window shafts over her body now, her toned abdomen glistening with sweat as her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. toji looms over her, and she can't help but marvel over his sculpted body, thinking how insanely strong he would be to get that physique, and she would've extended a hand out for his chest only for him to hold her back. fuck.
she should be terrified, especially with his large cock teasing at her entrance. this is the point of no return, after all. yet she locks eyes with him, her body quivering in anticipation, her hands itching to touch him all over. ]
Is that a problem?
[ her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. her sore muscles continue to scream at her, but she's too delirious to listen at this point. that's future ishmael's problem, in another mirror world. ]
[ If Toji had 100 yen for every time some girl said that to him, I want you, maybe he could stop gambling. It's not him they want, he's aware— it's his physique and his dick. He knows his personality lacks any redeeming traits other than the sly charm he has just to be with a woman for a night. He'll leave them, go to another. That's how it is, that's how it always will be. That was the plan he had in life. The small fragment in his memories that he keeps trying to forget is when he was stable; that happiness he never knew he could possibly feel when he was with her. It changed him. Before he was widowed, he had become something else other than a monster that assassinated people. That's all he figured he would measure up to be because that's all he knew how to do. Since Toji has heard this plenty of times, any melancholy thoughts leave. After all, it's not like he really knows how to be sad anymore either.
Toji dips down, lips just a breath away from hers as he holds her wrists tightly. Slowly, but surely, Ishmael will feel herself filling up with the girth of his cock, sticking himself in and allowing himself to sink into her until her flesh touches the base of his member. ]
Say please. ♡
[ This is it. This is all she has to do for him to fuck her relentlessly. ]
ishmael arches her back as he enters her excruciatingly slowly, possibly to help acclimate her to his length, whimpering with every inch he makes inside her. it's only know that she's become hyperaware of her own nakedness, that she's somehow gotten into this situation despite herself. it's always weird, letting someone see her in this state of undress, going so far as to want to fuck her. this isn't her first time, of course, but it's only dawned on her now that most people would normally do things like this to bond with somebody if words aren't enough to express themselves. to think that she's missed out on so much, because she lived in a world where society would rather look away from other people's hardships just to protect their own hearts as they live paycheck to paycheck...
she snaps back to reality, now that toji has buried himself to the hilt. her hands above her head continue to twitch as she writhes underneath him, walls tight around his cock despite all the prep, and she locks eyes with him once more as she breathes out the magic words like a desperate plea for help. ]
...Please.
[ she'll worry about the state of her hips in the morning. ]
[ It's either a coincidence that he releases Ishmael's wrists and figures she probably wants something to hold onto (preferably him) or maybe he knows she's been wanting to touch him for awhile now. Either way, the pressure lifts off of her; she's free to hold and touch whatever she wants. As for Toji, he settles his hands on either side of their bodies for now and lowers his weight just enough to provide them some more warmth (but really, do they even need that now?) and his pelvis begins to move, sliding back and forth. He's gentle at first, but that's very short lived as his needs and desires grow steadily within him, boiling in the pit of his stomach. It's situations like this he considers the options he's used to, like settling his hand on her neck and straddling her windpipe, cutting off blood flow to make her feel even more, or even covering her mouth as another form of breath play. He could bite her somewhere, say something degrading to her; all of those things are things he greatly enjoys, but he decides to keep it vanilla this time. The last thing he wants to do is something she might not like when he's encouraged her to enjoy herself.
And so, through his hot breaths, his voice is hoarse and drenched in arousal, he mutters against her ear as his pace and strength quickens, fucking her properly until the small bed they're on is rocking. ]
Tell me-- hah-- what else you want.
[ Any special requests? Otherwise he'll keep going as he is, occasionally shifting his hips to get a different angle, paying close attention to where might feel good for her. ]
[ as soon as toji lets her hands go, ishmael wastes no time in wrapping her arms around him, holding on for dear life as he goes to town inside her. it's true, she does want to touch him all over. it can't be denied that she has a type in terms of physique, but being swaddled in the warmth of someone as large as him is comforting, and she'll do anything to stay in it for as long as it takes.
though instead of comforting, toji is making her feel a whole slew of emotions right now. lust, mostly. every thrust he makes brings his name to her lips in whines, together with unintelligible moans the more he hits the right spot. her fingers dig crescents onto his strong back, her toes curling in further as she keeps her legs crossed behind him, overwhelmed with pleasure and the heat tightening in her core that she almost couldn't hear what he said just now. in truth, she's perfectly happy like this. blissful, even. but only because she really doesn't know what she truly wants sometimes, and this is one of them.
but she'll have to try. panting, she wordlessly pulls him in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kissed first as she thinks about it, her hand shifting towards his shoulder as she breaks it off, licking away the line of drool that connects their mouths for a moment. ]
Take me... from behind. [ she's close, so close, she's just rambling at this point while he picks up the pace with his thrusts, ] I don't know, I just want you to, ah, make me feel good, I--
[ with all that stimulation and prep, it doesn't take her long to come, covering her mouth with her hand as her hips convulse against him. she isn't normally shy, but for once she doesn't really feel like showing her blissed out face, lmao... ]
[ Toji has realized he can learn so much about a person when he has sex with them. It’s not like he really knows how to make friends a normal way and it’s not like he’s exactly wanting friends either. But different noises she makes, the way her voice sounds— the taste of her skin and spit— how her skin feels, right up to the scars that etch along her body— the sea like smell— what her eyes look like, down to each little color difference.. he’s committing all of this to memory. It’s the only intimacy he really understands.
He’s a little surprised she wants to kiss but doesn’t hesitate, the back of his throat vibrating as he shamelessly moans against her. The request isn’t an odd one, but he is going to remember the fact she likes this position.
The first orgasm he predicts and fucks her hard leading up to it, each time her pussy squeezes around him making his mind fill with haze. For him, it feels like so much more than an average human. Toji slows his pace once it stops, both of his hands settling on her tits to give her some attention there, but he hips are still rocking. His green eyes watch her through a curtain of black fringe; he could probably go for a haircut soon. ]
Yeah? Good thing I want to make you feel good. Be greedy. Orgasm as much as you want.
[ His palms massage both of her breasts, but eventually he does dip down to attach his needy mouth to one of her nipples, intending to lick and suck here until she’s swollen. His hips stop their thrusting, hands settling on her shoulders. She should know now he’s about to flip her over. ]
[ he's relentless. even after she's come, his hips wouldn't stop moving, but at least he's slowly down to let her breathe for a few moments. but she gasps again at the hands on her sensitive breasts, then his mouth, and she raises a hand up to scratch the back of his head in affection, humming in content.
staying like this is nice, actually. despite feeling like a hot wire after orgasming, ishmael still wants to touch him all over, what with his other hand tracing circles around his sturdy back. everything feels hot too, with toji still nestled inside her, and her hair being all over the place. she really should've tied her hair back for this to make it easier for the both of them... ]
In that case...
[ he's going to turn her around. this is perfect. that way, he won't see how red her face is the entire time when she indulges him with this request once her back is turned. ]
You can see how dirty I am after you're done coming all over me. [ was that too forward? she tries to sound very nonchalant about it, but hmm. ] I also wanted to taste you after you already had a taste with me, so...
[ Well. A very dirty man put her on the spotlight; she has every reason to be awkward and shy.
Toji’s hips roll back, slipping out of Ishmael, stiff as ever. There’s no sign of him nearing his end anytime soon, but he’s as hard as he can get. Without much hesitance, he turns her over, firm arms curling around her waist and propping her on her knees with her hips high in the air and head low to the pillow. Her request is mild compared to all the nasty shit he’s done but he won’t embarrass her about it other than one little tease. ]
H’ohh, how filthy. That is what you like, is it?
[ As he talks, he busying combing his fingers through her impressive amount of hair, being considerate to move it all over one shoulder and off of her back. His palms soothe over and down her back until he has her by the ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Toji resists every urge he has to spank her; he’s trying to be good here. ]
Your ass is cute. I like a lot of things about your body. It’s not everyday I fuck a girl with freckles. ♡
[ Right after, he’s positioning himself into her again, slowly lowering his weight along her back and tucking his arms under her. His hips start moving again, not wanting to wait too much. ]
[ great, he's... well, he's not shaming her exactly, but why does she feel like he's chiding her anyway? sorry that she wanted to stay vanilla for her first time in a long while, okay. it's not like it'll be her first time to be covered in bodily fluids that aren't blood. asshole.
speaking of, she's starting to change her mind about this position. she feels more exposed from here than she already is, especially when toji is kind enough to move her hair aside. note to self: tie hair back next time. but is there going to be a next time after this? would she even want to do this again, and with him no less?
no time to wonder about that when toji slides right back into her again in one go, made easy with how wet she already is, drawing out a moan from her now that he's hitting her at a different angle. even the pillow she's hiding her face on fails to hide more of her moans as he continues to thrust into her, her cunt still twitching from being stimulated again after coming just a few moments ago. ]
It's not like you, hah, have a lot of choices to fuck with around here...
[ there are only a handful of girls in the base, and they're probably not interested in him that way. how sad. but maybe she shouldn't have said that when he gave her a compliment just now? she's always been bad at taking those, to be fair. but it's hard to keep her mouth shut when his dick feels way too good like this, honestly. ]
[ Nice, slick and easy. Toji is wondering just how much harder he can make her cum the second time around, but he’s going to ease into it all with gentleness first, hot mouth kissing along the back of her neck and between her shoulder blades as she speaks. He adjusts himself, torso lifting further off of her as he props one leg up, using more force and leverage to thrust deeply in her. His hand trails around her hips, fingers once again finding her clit between two of his digits. Toji rubs her here, right along with each forceful thrust. His cock is pulsing within her, but she may not even notice it by how quickly his hips are moving. It’s almost time for him to pull out. ]
That might be true, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d wanna have fun with.
[ A lie, probably, but if he was asked to be honest, he would say he’s grown rather fond of Ishmael; he’s not sure if it’s just her body or her personality too, but he doesn’t really want to think about it. ]
Curve your back for me.
[ There’s plenty of hair for him to grab onto and pull if she doesn’t, but for now, his hand continues to give her a massage right along that sensitive bundle of nerves. ]
[ he's lying, probably. he's just having a blast right now because he can finally get his dick wet. though ishmael would also be lying if she said she's not having the time of her life at the moment either; he can't see it from here, but her mouth is curved in a lopsided smile the more toji fucks her, her hips then stuttering back to life when she feels his fingers tease at her clit. ]
Fuck, wait--
[ and if that isn't enough, he just had to pull at her hair, forcing her to arch her back. once again she feels herself veering towards the edge from that alone, reaching a hand behind her to clutch at toji's wrist for balance. ]
Toji, wait, I'm... I'm going t--
[ the climax this time is a lot stronger like he predicted, her hips bucking wildly against him as she squeezes around his throbbing cock as though begging for his own release. it really isn't fair that she got to come twice while he gets to hold it in somehow; it's as though she's been using him to get off all this time. but wasn't that the plan all along?
regardless, she lays limp before him, her breathing shaky while her entire brain has fogged up in bliss. she doesn't care whether toji's coming or not anymore. she's gotten her release after so long, and it's well worth the ache in her hips the next morning. ]
[ And that is that. He can feel it; when she finally is pushed over the edge and her cunt squeezes his cock so tightly. He wants to stay inside of her and take pleasure in all of that, but knows he might would lose it if he continued to. He slips out, that lovely fullness leaving Ishmael. His hand settles on himself, slick with her wetness and pumps himself to get to his end. She said she wanted it all over her and she's a perfect canvas right now with her hair tossed over one shoulder and her back exposed so freely. A few, strained sounds emit from him and he comes-- not quite as hard, but he seems to be rather backed up, an excess of semen leaving his body in several hot spurts. Ribbons of cum coat along Ishmael's body; along the middle of her back and along the round of her hips and ass. His broad shoulders slouch as if he is taking a breather, but he doesn't feel the need to relax on the bed. ]
Beautiful, Ishmael.
[ How hard she came; how she looks now. All of that. His stamina is quite different from a human who isn't blessed with a Heavenly Bind, but he still goes soft and has a refractory period.. however short it may be. His energy is still there and he takes this moment to leave the small bed and begin to get dressed again as if he's about to go somewhere but he doesn't explain what he's doing. ]
[ too tired to speak rn, but it was fun. and it felt really good, with how she feels ethereal after being able to fuck her pent-up feelings out. though her muscles ache so much and she's going to curse herself for doing it as she hobbles to the bathroom to clean up after a few more minutes of rest, but right now she's too busy basking in the sweet afterglow despite feeling very filthy from how toji came all over her at her request. thanks, man.
speaking of thanks, she is going to weakly turn her head to do just that, and blinking when toji is already dressing up to leave. oh, so he's that kind of guy. what'd they call it again? wham, bam, thank you ma'am? somehow she can't fault him for that. they had little to no emotional connections with one another. he just did her a favor. nothing more, nothing less.
and yet. ]
Toji... [ her voice is hoarse, even in a whisper. her eyes are closed, ready to pass out for like a few minutes or so. ] Thanks.
[ He is that type of guy, unfortunately. Toji isn’t sure where he was going to go, considering he was assigned to this room with Ishmael, but old habits die hard and he is so accustomed to just leaving. He doesn’t expect a thank you, though, even though he knows she needed all of that. So when Ishmael speaks, he exhales a slow breath, expression unreadable instead of carrying its usual smirk. “The sex was great” or “that was amazing” is used to what he is hearing if anything at all; just hearing a thank you is new to him.
He stands to his feet wordlessly and opens the door heading out, disappearing for now, but it doesn’t take him long to come back inside the same room, this time with two bottles of water. He sets them both on the night stand next to their bed and also has a small towel to which, perhaps much to Ishmael’s surprise, he uses to clean the mess off of her body. Maybe he was touched she was being so pleasant to him just now and that’s what is keeping him around. He isn’t used to anyone being pleasant towards him at all. ]
If you fucked around more regularly, you wouldn’t feel so wound up.
[ she'd expected him to have fucked off somewhere, never to return until the next day. she's beginning to pass out completely when she suddenly jolts away with a towel on her lower back, eyes blearily making out toji's profile in the dark. huh, this is actually very considerate of him. now she won't have to endure the walk of shame the next day when she limps off to the communal bathrooms to clean up.
she does groan at his comment though, and weakly raises a arm to flip him off. so much for being pleasant for showing some politeness, but spotting the water bottles on the nightstand tells her to try and be a little nice for a moment. he did do her a favor, but that was it. did he need any reassurances that the sex was good? of course it was good. he made her come twice, for fuck's sake. ]
Not everyone has that much free time... [ her voice comes out in a croak, help. ] Now I probably can't get up tomorrow. Your fault.
[ it's good, but also really, really bad. why did everything happen so much today. ]
Edited (i keep finding better words to replace some words with ) 2024-01-18 10:34 (UTC)
[ The air feels a lot more casual and normal now. For a moment there, they both were really being pretty vulnerable, weren't they? Toji can't resist getting another playful squeeze from her ass as he cleans off the lingering residue from her aching body. ]
On the bright side, neither of us are cold anymore, but.. ah. Just in case..
[ Seeming to have more than enough energy, he climbs back on the bed, shifting behind her-- perfect spooning position. Before he gets comfortable, he props himself up to lean over to her. Toji is pretty certain the answer is gonna be no with how tired she is, but he's gonna shoot his shot: ]
[ he already shot his shot all over her? come on. but maybe if they weren't in this inn, and if she wasn't drained of energy from the entire day, then maybe...
hm. probably still a no. if they keep this up, feelings might develop. it's inevitable since they're only human at the end of the day, but ishmael would rather nip it in the bud. at least wait for a couple more months, sheesh.
this position is undeniably comfortable though, not gonna lie. it's nice to have someone protect her back like this, especially if it's someone as built as him. makes her feel safe and secure in her own nakedness. ]
How are you not tired yet... [ she yawns ] Shut the fuck up already.
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[ wow, how considerate of him. although, that was what he was intending to do right from the beginning, right? dammit, she really got played. but it's not like she's got room to complain when she readily agreed to his whims and let him lick at her fingers. she's not stupid. she knows what he wants to do to her, and that involves sitting up with a groan and letting her legs dangle off the edge of the bed in front of him. ]
You're really making me sit up for this, aren't you...
[ just going to grab some pillows and put them behind her so that she can lean back on them. she was wearing her usual loungewear, a baggy white shirt and red sweatpants, and she shifts in place as she pulls down the latter to reveal pale, freckled legs, also crisscrossed with faded scars.
as for her panties, they're plain and cotton, with a noticeable damp spot in the middle. fine, fine, he's got her, okay. not wanting to appear like a total virgin on her first time in quite a while, she boldly reaches for toji's hands and places them on her thighs. ]
You do the honors.
thanks for being filthy with me
There's some dim moonlight peeking through the curtain to their only window, so he can definitely see her undress and with his keen eyesight.. well. He can both see and smell the fact that she's wet. That's probably the reason his shit eating grin as remained. ]
Don't sound too excited, shit. Here--
[ Although one of his hands remains on her thigh, the other lifts to catch her under her chin and tug her close to him. Before she knows it, he's kissing her; here on the mouth. His other hand works, caressing along her thigh, the inside of her thigh, the warmth from his fingers teasing along her outside of her panties. Maybe he should have asked, but he figured stuff like this is usually part of oral sex, right? ]
🫶
but ishmael is serious when she said that there are worse people than him where she's from. the city's full of psychopaths, doing all they can just to survive in a world that never runs out of ways to dispose of the weak. all they can do is shut out any form of emotional connections in order not to be swayed when their peers happen to die the next day. if anything, ishmael might be worse than him in this regard, because she just leaped at the first person who's shown physical interest in her despite not having any strong feelings for him one way or another. he's made her realize that maybe she does need to get off after years of not being able to.
so she kisses him back with much fervor, softly moaning into his mouth as she licks at his lips to demand entry. more heat radiates from between her legs the more he rubs her there, but it just isn't enough. she takes his wrist to keep him in place as she ruts needily against his hand, the fabric keeping them apart growing wetter with every stroke. ]
Just... take it off already... [ she's tired! don't make her do all the work when she can barely move her legs, damn. ]
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His wrist curls, cupping her pussy and pressing the heel of his palm over the peak of her folds, right over her clit as he ruts against him. He breaks off their messy kiss to dip down and murmur hotly against her ear. ]
Think of nothing else but me. Loosen up. Not of things going on here or where you came from. Just have fun.
[ Toji slips-- not two-- but three fingers past the rim of her panties, touching and stroking her properly without anything in the way now. He presses his forefinger and ring finger against her, slipping his middle finger right in with ease from her wetness. It twists, curling upwards for a minute before he adds another digit, fingering her to his second knuckles. ]
Think how nice it'll be when I eat out your cute cunt. Surrender it all to me. ♡
[ The heat of his fingers leaves almost right when it was getting pretty good and he pulls back to run the flat of his tongue along his own digits, giving himself a hint of a taste. The tip of his tongue curls around the corner of his lips as he regards her for a moment before shifting down.. and down.. and down. With utmost care, he does remove her undergarments as instructed before spreading her legs with both of his hands. She may expect him to go right for her folds, but instead, she'll feel the heat of his mouth against the inside of her right thigh, lavishing with proper attention to edge her on. ]
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but at the same time, it's hard to think about anything else at the moment with toji's fingers inside her. she manages to cover her mouth with one hand before letting out a series of breathy moans, her walls tight around his fingers as he gradually works her open. her hips jerk erratically as juices start flowing out with every stroke, feeling herself about to reach her limit--
and then he pulls his hand out, his fingers glistening with her own slick. ishmael lets out a needy whine, glaring daggers at him with a completely flushed face. dammit, it was getting really good too, but she'll shift on the bed to accommodate him, planting her legs onto his broad shoulders right after he slides her panties off. it's been so long since she felt this hot from within her core, her heart beating like nothing else she'd experience in a long, long time, and toji really likes to torment her by dragging this out, doesn't he...?! ]
Toji...
[ she whines again as one hand reaches for his head, tugging slightly at his hair. she appreciates the thigh worship, but she's going to nudge her hips at him anyway. like hello? her pussy is right here, you know. ]
Will you stop... fucking around...? [ pleaaaaaase ]
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I’ll do what I want to do.
[ Maybe she’s unintentionally tapping into his dominant play, but he can’t help but say stuff like this when someone is starting to brat out. Through the dim light that cascades over the room, Ishmael can probably see his eyes look pretty heavy, his large cock fattening up the front of his loungewear trousers. He’s very turned on, and maybe he will start touching himself wants he gets his mouth on her since he assumes this is all they’re doing tonight.
Dipping back down, this time right near her cunt, he glances up at her again with a crooked smile. ]
You can fondle yourself if you want. I wouldn’t mind seeing that.
[ Maybe she has sensitive tits; he doesn’t know, but he thought he would introduce a suggestion. Finally, though, his lips split and his tongue sticks out wide, slowly running the flat of it along her entire arousal, stopping at the top to give her eye contact as he plays with her clit— up and down, up and down. It’s about now that he reaches down with one of his hands to toy with his dick, thumbing along one of the thickest veins and slowly stroking himself. ]
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she catches her breath for a moment, closing her eyes and barely catching his suggestions and -- gotta give credit to the guy, he sure knows what he wants and how to get it. it's also helpful to have someone tell her what to do in this instance when she's gravely out of practice. so she rolls up her shirt to reveal her sizeable breasts, cupping one of them in her hand and flicking her finger at a nipple. it's too much, enough for her hips to buck wildly against his mouth as his tongue dove deep into the raw heat of her cunt.
it's hard to tell if they're still being quiet here, what with all the sounds she's been wanting to keep down and failing every time. it'd be embarrassing if anyone decides to come in at any moment. regardless, she moans and twitches when she rolls a nipple between her fingers, tilting her head down to see how toji's doing and widening her eyes at the sight of him stroking at his own cock. it might be enough to send her over the edge, but she finds herself wanting to prolong this as much as she can for fun. so she swallows, her free hand finding its way back to his head to grip at his hair again as a signal to pause. ]
Wait, wait-- [ she's never heard herself this desperate before. not during sex, at least. ] I'm close. You have to fuck me... Please.
[ she's so drenched from all the stimulation, it's embarrassing. she also couldn't really see how big he is in the shadows, but he can't be that big, right? well, only one way to find out. ]
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He’s enjoying the show when she makes a suggestion and he has to think for a moment. Is it just something she is suggesting in the heat of the moment and will regret it later? He doubts that the case. Ishmael is a new acquaintance (fuckbuddy?) but he already knows she’s a level headed person who seems very certain of her wants and needs. Toji removes himself from her, a trail of saliva and discharge sticking to the round of his chin, right along the sharp angle of his jaw. Say no more, but he straightens his posture and tucks his hands under his lounge wear shirt, pulling it off of his head to reveal his immaculate body, perfected into sculpture by years and years of training out of spite. Most of the muscle is along his broad shoulders, arms and chest, but there’s enough build along his abdomen to appreciate too.
Toji crawls to his feet and strips out of his pants and undergarments in one go, stiff cock practically springing out when it has the chance. He’s above average size, but not overly so, with an evident curve to its shape. He’s uncut, but his head is completely out right now. He just really likes eating out women, okay.
He climbs on the bed, helping his partner get positioned with her legs open and around him. As for her hands, he’ll place them over her head with the wrists crossed, large palm pressing down to hold them there if she will allow it.
Well. They are certainly in a position now. ]
Thought you were too tired.
[ Stated with a bit of a playful tone, but he sounds terribly aroused as well. The other hand goes for adjusting his cock against her. ]
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so she peels off her shirt, tossing it to the ground. the moonlight through the window shafts over her body now, her toned abdomen glistening with sweat as her chest rises and falls with every heavy breath she takes. toji looms over her, and she can't help but marvel over his sculpted body, thinking how insanely strong he would be to get that physique, and she would've extended a hand out for his chest only for him to hold her back. fuck.
she should be terrified, especially with his large cock teasing at her entrance. this is the point of no return, after all. yet she locks eyes with him, her body quivering in anticipation, her hands itching to touch him all over. ]
Is that a problem?
[ her legs wrap around him, pulling him closer. her sore muscles continue to scream at her, but she's too delirious to listen at this point. that's future ishmael's problem, in another mirror world. ]
...I want you.
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Toji dips down, lips just a breath away from hers as he holds her wrists tightly. Slowly, but surely, Ishmael will feel herself filling up with the girth of his cock, sticking himself in and allowing himself to sink into her until her flesh touches the base of his member. ]
Say please. ♡
[ This is it. This is all she has to do for him to fuck her relentlessly. ]
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ishmael arches her back as he enters her excruciatingly slowly, possibly to help acclimate her to his length, whimpering with every inch he makes inside her. it's only know that she's become hyperaware of her own nakedness, that she's somehow gotten into this situation despite herself. it's always weird, letting someone see her in this state of undress, going so far as to want to fuck her. this isn't her first time, of course, but it's only dawned on her now that most people would normally do things like this to bond with somebody if words aren't enough to express themselves. to think that she's missed out on so much, because she lived in a world where society would rather look away from other people's hardships just to protect their own hearts as they live paycheck to paycheck...
she snaps back to reality, now that toji has buried himself to the hilt. her hands above her head continue to twitch as she writhes underneath him, walls tight around his cock despite all the prep, and she locks eyes with him once more as she breathes out the magic words like a desperate plea for help. ]
...Please.
[ she'll worry about the state of her hips in the morning. ]
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[ It's either a coincidence that he releases Ishmael's wrists and figures she probably wants something to hold onto (preferably him) or maybe he knows she's been wanting to touch him for awhile now. Either way, the pressure lifts off of her; she's free to hold and touch whatever she wants. As for Toji, he settles his hands on either side of their bodies for now and lowers his weight just enough to provide them some more warmth (but really, do they even need that now?) and his pelvis begins to move, sliding back and forth. He's gentle at first, but that's very short lived as his needs and desires grow steadily within him, boiling in the pit of his stomach. It's situations like this he considers the options he's used to, like settling his hand on her neck and straddling her windpipe, cutting off blood flow to make her feel even more, or even covering her mouth as another form of breath play. He could bite her somewhere, say something degrading to her; all of those things are things he greatly enjoys, but he decides to keep it vanilla this time. The last thing he wants to do is something she might not like when he's encouraged her to enjoy herself.
And so, through his hot breaths, his voice is hoarse and drenched in arousal, he mutters against her ear as his pace and strength quickens, fucking her properly until the small bed they're on is rocking. ]
Tell me-- hah-- what else you want.
[ Any special requests? Otherwise he'll keep going as he is, occasionally shifting his hips to get a different angle, paying close attention to where might feel good for her. ]
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though instead of comforting, toji is making her feel a whole slew of emotions right now. lust, mostly. every thrust he makes brings his name to her lips in whines, together with unintelligible moans the more he hits the right spot. her fingers dig crescents onto his strong back, her toes curling in further as she keeps her legs crossed behind him, overwhelmed with pleasure and the heat tightening in her core that she almost couldn't hear what he said just now. in truth, she's perfectly happy like this. blissful, even. but only because she really doesn't know what she truly wants sometimes, and this is one of them.
but she'll have to try. panting, she wordlessly pulls him in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kissed first as she thinks about it, her hand shifting towards his shoulder as she breaks it off, licking away the line of drool that connects their mouths for a moment. ]
Take me... from behind. [ she's close, so close, she's just rambling at this point while he picks up the pace with his thrusts, ] I don't know, I just want you to, ah, make me feel good, I--
[ with all that stimulation and prep, it doesn't take her long to come, covering her mouth with her hand as her hips convulse against him. she isn't normally shy, but for once she doesn't really feel like showing her blissed out face, lmao... ]
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He’s a little surprised she wants to kiss but doesn’t hesitate, the back of his throat vibrating as he shamelessly moans against her. The request isn’t an odd one, but he is going to remember the fact she likes this position.
The first orgasm he predicts and fucks her hard leading up to it, each time her pussy squeezes around him making his mind fill with haze. For him, it feels like so much more than an average human. Toji slows his pace once it stops, both of his hands settling on her tits to give her some attention there, but he hips are still rocking. His green eyes watch her through a curtain of black fringe; he could probably go for a haircut soon. ]
Yeah? Good thing I want to make you feel good. Be greedy. Orgasm as much as you want.
[ His palms massage both of her breasts, but eventually he does dip down to attach his needy mouth to one of her nipples, intending to lick and suck here until she’s swollen. His hips stop their thrusting, hands settling on her shoulders. She should know now he’s about to flip her over. ]
I wanna know how dirty you can be, Ishmael.
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staying like this is nice, actually. despite feeling like a hot wire after orgasming, ishmael still wants to touch him all over, what with his other hand tracing circles around his sturdy back. everything feels hot too, with toji still nestled inside her, and her hair being all over the place. she really should've tied her hair back for this to make it easier for the both of them... ]
In that case...
[ he's going to turn her around. this is perfect. that way, he won't see how red her face is the entire time when she indulges him with this request once her back is turned. ]
You can see how dirty I am after you're done coming all over me. [ was that too forward? she tries to sound very nonchalant about it, but hmm. ] I also wanted to taste you after you already had a taste with me, so...
[ why is she being so awkward now. help. ]
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Toji’s hips roll back, slipping out of Ishmael, stiff as ever. There’s no sign of him nearing his end anytime soon, but he’s as hard as he can get. Without much hesitance, he turns her over, firm arms curling around her waist and propping her on her knees with her hips high in the air and head low to the pillow. Her request is mild compared to all the nasty shit he’s done but he won’t embarrass her about it other than one little tease. ]
H’ohh, how filthy. That is what you like, is it?
[ As he talks, he busying combing his fingers through her impressive amount of hair, being considerate to move it all over one shoulder and off of her back. His palms soothe over and down her back until he has her by the ass, giving it a playful squeeze. Toji resists every urge he has to spank her; he’s trying to be good here. ]
Your ass is cute. I like a lot of things about your body. It’s not everyday I fuck a girl with freckles. ♡
[ Right after, he’s positioning himself into her again, slowly lowering his weight along her back and tucking his arms under her. His hips start moving again, not wanting to wait too much. ]
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speaking of, she's starting to change her mind about this position. she feels more exposed from here than she already is, especially when toji is kind enough to move her hair aside. note to self: tie hair back next time. but is there going to be a next time after this? would she even want to do this again, and with him no less?
no time to wonder about that when toji slides right back into her again in one go, made easy with how wet she already is, drawing out a moan from her now that he's hitting her at a different angle. even the pillow she's hiding her face on fails to hide more of her moans as he continues to thrust into her, her cunt still twitching from being stimulated again after coming just a few moments ago. ]
It's not like you, hah, have a lot of choices to fuck with around here...
[ there are only a handful of girls in the base, and they're probably not interested in him that way. how sad. but maybe she shouldn't have said that when he gave her a compliment just now? she's always been bad at taking those, to be fair. but it's hard to keep her mouth shut when his dick feels way too good like this, honestly. ]
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That might be true, but I can’t think of anyone else I’d wanna have fun with.
[ A lie, probably, but if he was asked to be honest, he would say he’s grown rather fond of Ishmael; he’s not sure if it’s just her body or her personality too, but he doesn’t really want to think about it. ]
Curve your back for me.
[ There’s plenty of hair for him to grab onto and pull if she doesn’t, but for now, his hand continues to give her a massage right along that sensitive bundle of nerves. ]
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Fuck, wait--
[ and if that isn't enough, he just had to pull at her hair, forcing her to arch her back. once again she feels herself veering towards the edge from that alone, reaching a hand behind her to clutch at toji's wrist for balance. ]
Toji, wait, I'm... I'm going t--
[ the climax this time is a lot stronger like he predicted, her hips bucking wildly against him as she squeezes around his throbbing cock as though begging for his own release. it really isn't fair that she got to come twice while he gets to hold it in somehow; it's as though she's been using him to get off all this time. but wasn't that the plan all along?
regardless, she lays limp before him, her breathing shaky while her entire brain has fogged up in bliss. she doesn't care whether toji's coming or not anymore. she's gotten her release after so long, and it's well worth the ache in her hips the next morning. ]
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Beautiful, Ishmael.
[ How hard she came; how she looks now. All of that.
His stamina is quite different from a human who isn't blessed with a Heavenly Bind, but he still goes soft and has a refractory period.. however short it may be. His energy is still there and he takes this moment to leave the small bed and begin to get dressed again as if he's about to go somewhere but he doesn't explain what he's doing. ]
See how much fun that is? You and I needed that.
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[ too tired to speak rn, but it was fun. and it felt really good, with how she feels ethereal after being able to fuck her pent-up feelings out. though her muscles ache so much and she's going to curse herself for doing it as she hobbles to the bathroom to clean up after a few more minutes of rest, but right now she's too busy basking in the sweet afterglow despite feeling very filthy from how toji came all over her at her request. thanks, man.
speaking of thanks, she is going to weakly turn her head to do just that, and blinking when toji is already dressing up to leave. oh, so he's that kind of guy. what'd they call it again? wham, bam, thank you ma'am? somehow she can't fault him for that. they had little to no emotional connections with one another. he just did her a favor. nothing more, nothing less.
and yet. ]
Toji... [ her voice is hoarse, even in a whisper. her eyes are closed, ready to pass out for like a few minutes or so. ] Thanks.
[ she owes him one, probably. ]
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He stands to his feet wordlessly and opens the door heading out, disappearing for now, but it doesn’t take him long to come back inside the same room, this time with two bottles of water. He sets them both on the night stand next to their bed and also has a small towel to which, perhaps much to Ishmael’s surprise, he uses to clean the mess off of her body. Maybe he was touched she was being so pleasant to him just now and that’s what is keeping him around. He isn’t used to anyone being pleasant towards him at all. ]
If you fucked around more regularly, you wouldn’t feel so wound up.
[ Oh. The smug expression reappears. ]
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she does groan at his comment though, and weakly raises a arm to flip him off. so much for being pleasant for showing some politeness, but spotting the water bottles on the nightstand tells her to try and be a little nice for a moment. he did do her a favor, but that was it. did he need any reassurances that the sex was good? of course it was good. he made her come twice, for fuck's sake. ]
Not everyone has that much free time... [ her voice comes out in a croak, help. ] Now I probably can't get up tomorrow. Your fault.
[ it's good, but also really, really bad. why did everything happen so much today. ]
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Oops. Not sorry.
[ The air feels a lot more casual and normal now. For a moment there, they both were really being pretty vulnerable, weren't they? Toji can't resist getting another playful squeeze from her ass as he cleans off the lingering residue from her aching body. ]
On the bright side, neither of us are cold anymore, but.. ah. Just in case..
[ Seeming to have more than enough energy, he climbs back on the bed, shifting behind her-- perfect spooning position. Before he gets comfortable, he props himself up to lean over to her. Toji is pretty certain the answer is gonna be no with how tired she is, but he's gonna shoot his shot: ]
Wanna go again?
[ jesus christ dude ]
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[ he already shot his shot all over her? come on. but maybe if they weren't in this inn, and if she wasn't drained of energy from the entire day, then maybe...
hm. probably still a no. if they keep this up, feelings might develop. it's inevitable since they're only human at the end of the day, but ishmael would rather nip it in the bud. at least wait for a couple more months, sheesh.
this position is undeniably comfortable though, not gonna lie. it's nice to have someone protect her back like this, especially if it's someone as built as him. makes her feel safe and secure in her own nakedness. ]
How are you not tired yet... [ she yawns ] Shut the fuck up already.
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