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'O-

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mmm, Toji-

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'Quiet. ' He 's swallowing down his parched throat, staring down at you through the gaps of his dark bangs- on all fours, your trembling hips rut back mindlessly into his.

Sluggishly - almost hypnotized - Toji 's nodding his head down to take a sniff of those sweet, sweet pheromones of yours. Just a

tiny

puff before his body 's acting on pure, primal instinct-

slamming

every lengthy, vein covered inch of his until he 's thumping the bottom of your core.

Your heat was driving him

crazy.

His beefy arm curling 'round your neck, nose pushing into your throat-

You find yourself sobbing out cutely, 'Yes-

yes, please mo-

'

'More? ' Toji doesn 't even let you

finish.