"quit fuckin' squirming, i'm not even halfway in." ☆
toji has never been a patient man. ever. it's why he's so careful not to end up in prison: he couldn't bear all of that fucking waiting.
he's no different when it comes to you. groans when you take too long to get ready. groans when you're on the phone too long with your friends. whines and bitches when you need an extra minute to get used to the size of his fat cock inside of you.
"you're too big, asshole," you bite, laid out on your back as you try to regulate your breathing. you've taken him to the base countless times before, but he's been away on a job for weeks and you've tightened up somewhat in the process of waiting around for him to get back. "go slow."
"i am going slow," toji makes a show of waving a hand out in front of him, for some reason. "i know what slow is. this is slow."
"what are you, a fucking Doctor Who time lord or something now?" you roll your eyes and make a point of over-enunciating: "slower."
"the hell is your problem? you were begging me for dick the second i got home. i'm giving you what you want."
"i asked for dick, not a perineal tear."
"what the fuck is a peri—" toji shakes his head. "you're making up words to make me feel stupid. i thought we weren't doing that anymore."
you consider arguing some more, but you aren't willing to risk toji getting frustrated and thrusting into you too quickly because he has the emotional regulation skills of a wooden spoon. "caught me."
"can't get things past me," he muses, inching just a little further into you. the stretch has you hissing. "too much?"
you shake your head and offer your big and stupid man a soft smile. he may bitch and complain, but your comfort will always be his first and last thought. "it's okay, i think i'm starting to get used to—oh my fucking god toji i said slow!"
toji halts his hips where he had started pushing into you even deeper. "ah, fuck this," he growls, snaking a large hand beneath the small of your back and using it to flip the two of you over like you're fish in a skillet. without letting his cock lose any of its progress inside of you, he situates your bodies so that you're seated on his length. "better? you go at your own pace."
you're about to comment on how 'your own pace' would likely result in him getting so impatient he dies right then and there on the old sheets, but the sudden addition of gravity into your bedroom activities has the air leaving your lungs.
naturally, your body sinks down on his cock little by little despite your knees keeping you upright. his strong hands gently tugging you down by the hips isn't doing much to help either.
still, progress has been made. a few rough circles around your clit with is thick fingertips and you're relaxing enough to sit almost fully on his inhumanly large cock. you really do think he needs to be studied somewhere.
"note that i'm not complaining about waiting," toji says, probably not realising he's inadvertently complaining about waiting by doing so.
you smile down at your lover nonetheless and plant both of your hands down on his built chest. "what a good boy," you grin, finally rolling your hips down against him. "being so well behaved and waiting. do you want a treat? a sticker maybe?"
"oh yeah?" toji grits, lifting his hips in a sharp upward thrust that both throws you off balance and forces his cock so incredibly deep inside of you that you might now need medical intervention to separate the two of you. "shut the fuck up."
"oh my god," you choke on your breath and wonder if perhaps you now know what an ego death feels like. "fuck, toji."
he smiles at the shocked look of pleasure on your face and repeats the motion again and again until you're too stupid to tease him any longer.
so fucking impatient.
