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Toji Fushiguro

swears

he isn 't affected - he

swears

that stupid, stray technique didn 't actually hit him when finishing off today 's job.

After all, it 's not like he 's some weak, pathetically needy-

'

Please,

doll. ' Toji gasps - he

heaves -

hot and heavy between your pretty legs. Letting his roughened tongue slide its pathway across that perky scar sitting right on the edge of his white-glossed lip, re-tasting

you. Himself.

And he can feel the way his overworked tip

twitches

at that cute wide-eyed gaze of yours, mouth dropping at him

begging.

'Don 't make me

ah- say any of that s-stupid stuff again.

'

You huff out a low bout of teasing laughter that makes him

flinch,