Toji Fushiguro

No matter how many times Toji tells you that, no, his weapons aren't toys. It doesn't get through your stupid little head. So, when he's out, and you find a toy, one of his swords, it smells like Toji, you knock it onto the floor, sniffing it. The thickest part, smells the most like Toji! And he didn't let you hump his leg or hand this morning, before he left the house. You waste no time in planting your already dripping cunt on the handle. Your hips rock back and forth eagerly, tongue hanging from your mouth, tail wagging in delight as you find a rhythm. The feeling is almost as nice as his leg! Your loud panting and whining is the only thing you hear. You don’t hear Toji come in. You just keep humping his sword. You see a face that looks eerily similar to your own come into view on the blade, you don't realize it's your own reflection. Your grinding doesn’t slow, but you do cock your head at the sight. You growl and swat at it, at the intruder that wants to get closer to your Toji. Pretty soon, another face pops up above the intruder on the blade, this one looks more like your owner. You're so stupid, you don't even realize it's Toji. Your growling quiets, replaced by a confused, but happy grin. You drag your cunt along the ridges of the handle with a whine. “What'd I tell you about being good?” The face above the "intruder" speaks, causing you to jump slightly in place. The voice attached to the face on the blade sounds eerily similar to Toji too...weird. You take a closer look at the picture that huffs and shakes it’s head. Toji pinches the bridge of his nose, as he plants the ball of his foot on your lower back to stop your incessant grinding. “Stupid fuckin'—behind ya, pup. Turn around.” Toji grumbles. You gasp, a yip pulling excitedly from your throat as you whip around to see your owner staring down at you. He crosses his arms over his chest, staring down at you over the swell of his chest and the large bulge that forms in his pants.