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getoogles · 4 months
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; FUSHIGURO TOJI 🔪 bet gone wrong
— note; a reposted fic from my old blog. edited.
— cw; dark content. dubcon, hate sex, sadomasochism, feminisation, degradation, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, biting, blood, spitting, heavy breath play, passing out.
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you were over it, honestly. ever since they walked in through the double doors of your shared house, they’d been looking at you.
fushiguro and his pack of witless dogs.
toji’s attention in particular had lingered on you ever since you transferred from your old university, interactions straying from intentionally bumping into you to taking up public desk space with his unkept belongings when all you wanted was to study in peace. he’d even gone as far as to inconvenience you by messing with your equipment at the gym whenever you had the misfortune of being there at the same time. all without saying a single word to you.
but you weren’t stupid. you knew exactly what kept their thousand-yard stares in your direction. people whispering just a little too loud when you passed by, and eyes lingering just long enough for the hairs on the back of your neck to raise. the nice young men you had the fortune of living with that year had filled you in on fushiguro and co’s infamous habit of outlandish bets, after rightly suspecting they’d chosen you as the next victim. although you’d truly have to be thicker than a wall to have missed all of the signs.
you’d understandably grown tired of waiting for him to actually do something, instead of whatever stupid cat-and-mouse game he was playing. so tonight you decided to keep his gaze whenever you caught it, staring back hard at his smug face. the scar blemishing the right side of his lips and the never-ending black of his dark eyes creased by his permanent smirk wasn’t hard to find, even through the nauseating strobe lights.
you could hear his brain-dead lackeys laugh every time something distracted you, stupidly obnoxious even over the ground-shaking bass from the speakers. it put your disgust for fushiguro up a couple points every single time. what kind of predatory and off-putting rizz was this?
it went back and forth like that between the two of you for a good chunk of the party. you chilled with a couple of friends and your housemates, took some shots and smoked a little but it was all getting weary quick. you soon made up your mind. after pouring out the remaining alcohol that sat in your solo cup and disposing of it, you made your way upstairs.
sure, it was held in your home, but that didn’t make you a host automatically. they could deal with all of that.
from your peripheral, you could see fushiguro’s sturdy figure begin to behind follow you, and scowled. it seemed tonight would finally be the night something happened. toji kept a few steps out of reach, only picking up the pace when he noticed you had reached your bedroom door.
“hey,” came his husky voice calling your name.
you paused halfway inside, taken-aback by the knowledge and use of your name, and gave the dark-haired male your attention.
“tired of the party already?”
“‘s not really my scene. gets boring fast.” you replied bluntly, eyes roaming over the black, skin tight shirt wrapped around his torso. was there even any use at that point?
“oh, really? maybe you’re not spendin’ it with the right people,” you raised an eyebrow in silence at the cliche line, eyes only narrowing when he made his way closer. his heavy musk and cologne filled your nose.
toji continued, realising the conversation wasn’t going anywhere with the stank look pulling on your face, “want me to keep ya’ company?”
“no.” you shot him down instantly.
“c’mon (l/n), don’t be such a buzzkill.” fushiguro nudged past you lightly to enter your bedroom. in shock, you didn’t react right away, but by the time you’d come to your senses, fushiguro had your back to the door.
his face was much closer now, the faint smell of bitter alcohol lingering on his breath making your eyes water ever so slightly. his rough hands found their way to your hips to pull you close and that’s when you snapped into action.
you switched your positions, making sure to wrap a hand around his thick throat while the other planted itself by his head.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you snarled in his face, anger seething through your gritted teeth.
the look of utter disbelief on his face almost made you laugh. the audacity was astounding. he couldn’t have seriously thought he was going to succeed?
“you think i don’t know about your stupid bet?” rich green eyes widened further as you continued speaking. he writhed, uncomfortable in your grip, and so you tightened it, also pressing your body against his to keep him in place.
being the athlete that he was, toji knew well that he could essentially knock you into next year. yet he didn’t. part of him was curious as to what you would do next — it didn’t usually go down like this. he smirked in premature victory and let his eyes rake over your body in a slow sweep.
“what about it, pretty boy? everyone wants a piece of ya’. even if you’re too thick to notice.”
toji’s smirk only widened when he heard a barely audible growl leave your throat. grinding down on your thigh that you had failed to realise snuck between his legs, he was bold enough to run his hands down your stomach, heart racing in his chest.
it shouldn’t be long until he had you begging beneath him, he assured himself. not long at all.
…then how did he end up here?
ankles over your shoulders, thick thighs pressed against his bruised chest, tears fighting their way out of his half-lidded eyes, and hands fighting to stop his head from banging against your headboard with the force of your hips.
your room was decently soundproof, enough that the music blasting was subdued into a muffled blur, and enough that anyone passing by the door wouldn’t have an inkling of the happenings inside.
you gave a particularly hard thrust, one that sent toji’s mind tumbling and eyes rolling back into his head. all he could do was give a broken whimper. his ability to voice in thoughts in a coherent manner long gone at that point.
“already fucked dumb?” you sneered as toji keened in your tight hold and arched his back with little success.
he was nicely built, fat and muscle deposited in all the right positions; you simply had to fuck his tits, driving yourself into spraying your load all over his chest and face earlier. you reached forward to squeeze at his bruised tits and play some more with his swollen nipples. you had bitten at his skin hard enough to draw blood and decorate the pale expanse, leaving his body wrecked in ways other than planned. he looked even better like that, something you never thought you’d say.
“f-fuck you,” he croaked with much effort.
you paused your thrusts, balls deep, and leaned down to stare disdainfully into his hazy eyes. although, the eye-contact doesn’t last for long before toji’s throwing his head back and squeezing desperately around your cock — you pressed deeper in this position, while toji’s body folded further and gave you more access.
“what have i been doing for the past hour ‘nd half, fushiguro?”
he had half a mind to shove you off him, but he couldn’t. it felt like he was outside of his own body with pleasure. not that he’d be able to make it far on by himself at that moment.
you clicked your tongue at his silence, and laughed darkly, “that’s what i thought. been fucking you so full of my seed, you’ll be having my kids soon. you’ve got all their milk stored up in these fat lumps, don’tcha? why don’t you say my name some more, instead? fuckin’ whore.”
readjusting your grip on toji’s thighs, you pushed him open wider and gathered up a wad of spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto where your cock and his rim met. then you were back to your punishing pace.
pornstar worthy moans dripped from his puffy lips, each one getting interrupted by the next. he was so tight, you could’ve sworn you were his first time taking it up the ass. but with the way his body moved and responded so naturally to your touch, it obviously wasn’t his first rodeo.
“you’re a cockslut, fushiguro. who’ve you let touch your filthy cunt, eh? did they have you brainless like this?”
his pale skin had been stained a cherry red for a while now, but you knew your comment had caught him off guard. toji attempted to shake his head and refuse your claim, tears welling up in his eyes once more. you can’t pretend you’re anything more than a bratty hole, he could hear you mock faintly above the terrifying thoughts of his dirty secret getting out.
sat abandoned, toji’s untouched dick wept streams of precum between your bodies. it brushed up against your stomach when you leant forward to bury your face in his sweaty neck, leaving rough kisses and deepening the wounds you placed before. the metallic taste sent a rush down your spine, enticing you to sink your teeth in deeper into his skin. ego broken and arrogance drained, all toji could do was call out beneath you, writhing under your body in pain and weakly pushing on your shoulders, not knowing that his cries only spurred you on. you marked him as your own, taking his body and tearing it apart like a gift, without a care in the world for how he felt.
he brought this upon himself, after all.
“cum… c-cumming,” toji slurred lowly, voice hoarse and unfocused eyes fluttering with lack of his control.
“again? so selfish.” you sighed in disappointment as you sat back and slowed down your hips ever so, putting more force into each thrust. both of your hands wrapped around his meaty throat, beginning to apply pressure dangerously. “you’re not going to wait for me to fill you up again?”
toji scratched at your forearms and hit at your chest as you placed your weight on your hands, protests unable to escape from his blocked airway. his dark eyes fluttered, vision filling with black spots while the floating sensation intensified. you pulsed deep inside of him and your balls tensed up with every wet smack against his ass at the panic filling his face, mixed with overwhelming pleasure.
“i won’t kill you, fushiguro,” you reassured him breathlessly, head thrown back. it’s not until you looked down at him again that he could narrowly make out the terrifyingly wicked grin on your face, goosebumps breaking out across his skin despite the unnatural heat of the room. “’m just gonna break you so bad, you’ll wish i would.”
the last thing toji remembered before passing out was the feeling of warmth and immense pressure in his ass, body twitching it’s way through his own dry, yet powerful orgasm.
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y-yearning · 4 months
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having dom!bottom Toji as your sugar baby and he's just so comfortable with the life he has now compared to the one he had when he was gambling all his money away(which he still does now but you're always there to give him more cash bcs ur infatuated w him like that), leading to him being more possessive over m!reader bcs he's scared that there will come a time where reader is gonna grow bored of him.
Then one day, this fear heightens when he sees reader with a female co-worker that obviously had malicious intentions judging with the way she was stroking readers arm while having a "professional" conversation. That night, reader just came home from work and went in to give Toji a small peck, like he usually does, only for Toji to turn his head making readers lips land on his cheek instead. Reader immediately knew smth was wrong and consulted Toji about it only to be replied with a small "it's nothin'." Toji was cold to him the entire night until reader couldn't take it anymore. So when they were preparing to go to sleep on their shared bed, reader wasted no time in caging Toji with both arms on the side of his head demanding Toji to tell him what's been bothering him throughout the night. reader was met with silence, yet again.
However, just as reader was about to ask Toji again, he was suddenly flipped onto his back with Toji sitting on top of him, bearing his weight down, successfully pinning reader. He was about to argue when suddenly Toji gripped his jaw tightly, eyes swirling with an unknown emotion. "You think I'd let that bitch get away with touching you like that?" Toji seethed.
Fast forward, this is how reader ends up with hands tied and eyes rolling back with the force of Toji's bounces on his cock. Reader has lost count of how many times he's came. Toji was driven with a possessive lust, shoving his fingers on reader's mouth making him let out a choked sound. Toji smirked at this knowing that ONLY HIM can see reader like this.
-sorry if it's too long its just Toji is so delicious grrrr
OHHH. MY GOD THIS IS SO YUMMY I LOVED WRITING THIS JKENWKJF
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whats innit? choking , breathplay , overstim , bdsm / bondage , CUMMM subtop! reader , dombot! toji
note? SCCREAMMS I ENEED HIM
MDNI , FEM ALIGNED DNI , BLANK BLOGS DNI.
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how dare you ): how could you talk to another girl and let her touch you like that ? you may be toji ' s sugar daddy , but he runs the show here , ' nd letting a girl touch you ? that ' s a nono . ' nd it ' s led to where you are now , your hands are tied up . they ' re red ' nd sore , the rope tugging at your skin , but it feels so nice .. how could you not moan at the feeling ):
" that ' s it.. good boy f ' me , hm? lettin ' me use your cock .. ' m gonna ruin you for anyone else , brat "
you buck your hips up at that , you ' re gonna cum ! his voice is so gravelly ' nd the way his insides are so warm ' nd gummy around your cock , u ' re gonna cum !
" f-fuck .. mmnngh! t-toji.. p-pl- mmph ! "
' nd his fingers are down your throat , stuffin ' you ' nd gagging you , how cruel ): but you ' re suppose to be there all pretty for him !! pretty dolls don ' t talk ): , as he bounces more aggressively on your cock , he ' s smirking as you cough ' nd gag around his massive fingers , tears are collecting up in your eyes ! your neck is marked up , toji left bite marks ' nd hickeys all over you ! you only belong to him , how dare you even talk to another girl !
it feels like hours , ' nd its probably been hours ' nd you ' ve lost how many times you ' ve cummed ! there ' s cum pooling out of his hole , but he ' s still riding you , u ' re throwing your head back , moaning ' nd gagging around his fingers , they ' re just too big for your mouth )): poor baby ,, you buck your hips up again , cumming inside him before toji groans , ' nd cums everywhere ! all over your tummy ' nd his , as you whimper ' nd hiss with sensitivity , closing your eyes slightly before feelin ' toji begin to bounce again ,
" you thought we ' re done ? nono.. this is your punishment , brat . "
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SCREAMMMSSMSA JGRJHR THATW AS SO YUMMY GRGHJAFGRJHGRR DOM BOT TOJI DOM BOT TOJI...
© y-yearning 2023 .. do not steal , plagiarise or post without permission.
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onirique-amaranth · 1 year
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giggling imma need a size kink with toji fr fr
feminization of toji is getting my tip sticky asf rn no joke
⎮Black Lingerie⎮
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Toji never thought he would find someone much taller than him and this intimidating in his life. Even if you were looking down at him with a soft smile, he could feel a chill go up his spine at the look. Just the fact that you were in a relationship with him was still stunning, everyone around you two was shocked by how surprising your couple was.
He was a grumpy man that could go putty into your hands in seconds. It may have happened once that, before he could kill the poor worker with his glare, you wrapped your arm around his waist and he was embarrassed to feel himself relax immediately. The warmth of your large hand was spreading through his body and he was calm in a few seconds. You would still tease him about it occasionally, but anyway.
Toji was a cool-headed and confident man, and keep being that confident around you despite the height difference. It may be one of the reasons you fell for him. Though, he was shyer when you were around sometimes, especially when you would whisper in his ear, making fun of what he was wearing.
He would rarely show how embarrassed he is, except if you like sliding your hand under his pants and tugging at his panties' hem. The soft blush on his face was a blessing to your eyes, and you couldn't stop yourself from teasing him more.
You remember something that happened some months ago, and you can't help but laugh a bit. Completely ignoring the strange look Toji was throwing at you as you were chuckling alone in your shared bed.
It was a simple afternoon, just going outside with your boyfriend. You were waiting in line at a restaurant, standing behind Toji, your hands that were previously placed inside your pockets now resting on his hips. You ignore his glare and his attempt to take your hands off him, and after a while, he gives up and just looks forward, getting annoyed by how slow the line was.
With a cheeky smile, you bend forward, pressing a kiss on his nape as he jumps, placing a hand on the back of his neck, telling you to quit it now. You offer him a sugary sweet smile and just rub his hips with your thumbs, looking away innocently. You could still feel his nasty look on you, but you pretend that you couldn't sense it, looking at the blackboard to choose what you wanted to drink. Toji click his tongue annoyed, pinching your hand before taking out his phone, hoping you would stay still.
You waited for some minutes, innocently, ready to strike again. You were sure he wasn't paying attention to you anymore, and you couldn't help it. With a smirk, you grip over his pants the string of his panties, pulling them before letting them snap against his hips. He gasped, barely having the time to cover his mouth and the moan he was going to let out. You chuckle, taking a step forward, so your chest was pressed against his back, holding his hips so you could whisper in his ears innocently with a soft smile. But Toji hit you with his elbow, moving forward, cursing you under his breath as he tries to ignore his burning cheeks.
He could be intimidating if he wasn't blushing like crazy and almost rubbing his thighs together, making you chuckle even more. Toji would never admit it, but your actions made his body react in a far from innocent way. If you weren't in public, he would be pushing back his ass against your crotch. And yet, he was still tempted to do it, so tempted to just give in. He could feel the front of his panties stick to the inside of his pants now, and the way your fingers were playing with his underwear wasn't helping. Toji took a deep breath before taking a step backwards, having his leg between your own as he moves against you.
You were both so glad that someone was throwing a tantrum at the front of the line, so everyone was focused on them. Toji was trying his best to stifle his moans as he was rubbing himself against you, his hand gripping his length over his pants just adding to the pleasure. And when you gripped his hips to rut against him, he felt his body go weak against yours, and he let his head roll back, hitting your shoulder as he almost moaned out loud. You separated yourself from him immediately, embarrassment taking over as you notice how exposed you were and how far you were going in public.
You don't listen to him as he complains, holding his hips to keep him still as you hope the line will move quickly. And the gods answer your prayers, as only some minutes later, you were ordering, voice wavering as your body was so tensed you thought you were going to lose it. You paid as quickly as you could, rushing into the bathroom of the restaurant without thinking, dragging Toji with you, and you almost threw him inside a stall before slamming the door behind you.
Before Toji could know it, you ripped off his shirt and slide down his pants roughly, showing off the black lingerie he was wearing. The front of his panties was absolutely drenched, and the tip of his cock was crushed against his stomach by the elastic of his underwear. You didn't think for a second before placing the palm of your hand on his tip, rubbing it in a circular motion and chuckling at the noise he was letting out. He became even louder when you bend forward, licking his nipple over the thin material, before biting it gently.
Toji arched his back violently, head hitting the wall behind him as he let out a delicious moan. He gripped your hair, panting as you started sucking on his nipple and the movement of your hand against his cock sped up. He was rutting into your palm by now, completely ignoring the noises of two guys speaking outside, though they went suddenly silent when Toji groaned loudly, spilling into his panties. White fluids leak through the black material, coating your palm and dripping down your wrist and then, the door of the bathroom was slammed close. You tried to stand up but it was impossible.
“Princess, let go of my hair.”
Toji let out a groan of embarrassment as his grip loosens, and you were now able to freely move away. You could feel your scalp burning as he tugged your hair a bit too hard, but yet you still smiled, raising your hand to Toji's mouth, and you watched with satisfaction how he was licking it clean. The way his tongue was swirling around each of your fingers, a dumb look on his face as he was holding onto your wrist pathetically.
As he was going to lick your index, your smirk widen and you shove two of your fingers into his mouth, listening to him gag in amusement. And before he knew it, you grabbed his waist, turning him around and bending him over the sink roughly. Without a care in the world, you move his panties to the side, take out the plug dripping with lube and shove yourself inside, relishing the loudest moan he ever let out.
You refuse to waste a second and slam into him, the sounds of your hips meeting the soft skin of his ass filling the room. He could only cry out, eyes rolling back as both your hands grope his chest, using it as leverage as you rut into him. You weren't even caring about him as you were just chasing after your own pleasure, and this thought made him tighten around you. The feeling of only being used, the way you were calling him a slut and a cum dump, and how you were treating him was bringing tears to his eyes and precum out of his tip.
Toji felt one of your hands sliding down, caressing his torso, digging your nails into his waist before reaching his crotch. He thought you were going to jerk him off, but instead, your fingertip pressed against the head of his cock, rubbing it as if it was a clit. Toji could feel you pulse inside him, murmuring in his ear about how you want to see him squirt, ruin his panties and be a good girl for you. He was so embarrassed, cheeks burning in shame, but he was still so turned on that he squirted out a ridiculous amount of cum onto your finger.
Your laughter was cut off by a groan as he got tighter around you, his face was now resting against the cold wall. His cheeks pressed against it, his mouth wide open, tongue out, and with his eyes rolled back, it was giving him the appearance of a cheap slut. By now, you were more than close, and you were tired of teasing. You murmured his name lovingly, gripping his hair and tugging his head back, making his back arch. And with this new position, your pace got quicker, just railing him until he was almost screaming and your own brain was turning to mush.
His legs were shaking and none of his sentences were coherent anymore, there was no way the people outside didn't know what was happening here. You decided to stop going all the way and just push enough to hit his prostate, the more you hit it, the more he was losing his mind. Your name was the only thing he could say, telling you he was going to be your good girl and cum for you, begging for you to fill him up to the brim.
With a last groan, you slammed all the way in, stilling at the deepest part you could reach before cumming. The warmth was spreading through Toji's body, making him whimper as he felt his body relax. And you could only watch in shock as he just went limp, his mind froze as he released inside his panties with a spurt of cum, the fluid dampening the fabric and leaking down his legs to the ground.
You grabbed the plug, and just after pulling out, you shoved it inside of him. You pressed on it a bit just to listen to Toji's soft moans before helping him put his pants and shirts back on. He was so out of it that he let you do whatever you wanted, completely oblivious to how the front of his pants was sticking to his ruined panties, or how the saliva you left on his bra was also sticking to the inside of his shirt, creating a small patch there. You couldn't help but suck his nipples over his shirt, only making the small spot widen and glisten more.
With a soft kiss on his cheek, you wrapped your arm around his waist, leading him outside the bathroom stall. You meet the eyes of some people that were inside, and they immediately blushed like crazy when they saw you both. How Toji looked fucked out of his mind, barely able to walk by himself, clothes ruined while you were smiling brightly, dishevelled hair and fingers glistening with whatever fluids. You winked before leaving the bathroom, guiding Toji outside the restaurant so you could go home, not caring about the food anymore as you doubt he was able to eat by himself now.
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thisistoji · 2 months
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TITS
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sooniebby · 4 months
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,,,,, reader (ftm) is Megumi's babysitter n when DILF Toji comes back he rails the reader (Megumi is asleep upstairs so he doesn't hear anything lmao),,,, yes i know this is one of THE cheesiest porn plots ever but I love it sm
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ఌ 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈
꧁ 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂
w.c. › 6.4k
Warnings › a broke man and a nasty ass house.Also age gap.. reader is around 20. Reader is trans masc. I went too far guys omfg… the plot took over. Slow-ish slow burn.. they kinda start fucking randomly.. also mamaguro didn’t die until Megumi was 6.
Kinks › use of pussy/cunt/feminine terms, breeding, manhandling, degradation, size kink. Reader is called housewife. Mention of getting pregnant.
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“What… the fuck..?”
You were shocked. Baffled. Bewildered. What the fuck was this mess?! You weren’t even inside the house and could see what looked to be ants having a conga line as they stole crumbs off the floor.
The kid you were set to babysit didn’t look bothered by the mess. Megumi..? Was it?
Megumi hummed, noticing your shocked stare at the mess he was forced to call a home. “It’s… it’s not too bad if you ignore the kitchen.”
“Where’s…?” You whispered, slowly walking into the house. You didn’t even want to take off your shoes but it seemed Megumi was wearing his shoes.. so you kept yours on.
“He went to work.” Was all Megumi said as he shuffled over to the small living room. He plopped down onto the couch and began watching tv. You gently placed your bag down on the floor in the only clean-ish area of the house. Just.. how can it get this bad? Was he never home?
“Uhm.. well… I’m guessing you’re Megumi?” You asked, walking over to the couch. Megumi gave you a hum as he began shifting through channels with a remote that looked as if it was one press from combusting. As you sat down, Megumi quickly spoke.
“No! Not that—”
Crack!
You blinked in perplexity as you weren’t sitting on a comfy cushion of a couch. No.. you were sitting through the couch, your ass practically touching the floor. You grunted, your legs flailing as you tried to get out of this death trap masquerading as a couch.
“What… the… fawk?!” You screamed, already wishing you didn’t accept this gig.
“Dad broke that side of the couch.. he hasn’t replaced it yet.” Megumi muttered, getting up as he grabbed your hand and began pulling.
He was only around ten the most… there wasn’t much strength to his pulls. It took an embarrassingly long time until you finally got out. If Megumi wasn’t going to be alone in this devil trap, you would’ve ran out screaming. But you quickly took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
“Usually.. they all leave around this time.” Megumi whispered, seemingly waiting for you to just bolt out the door. “Can you… at least stay until I go to bed, Mister…?”
He looked up at you. The usual cute little kid puppy eyes and pouted lip. You sighed and simply nodded. It wasn’t the kid’s fault he had a lazy man as a father. You briefly wondered where the mother was but didn’t think it was right to ask Megumi such a question.
Instead… you glanced over at the clock.
9:30 a.m.
Okay.. the father should come home at around 6 p.m.? The latest? So you could stay for this kid. Might as well, you travelled a bit far. Because surprisingly, the pay was pretty good. But now you wondered if you weren’t getting any of that money when you glanced at the state of the home.
“Well. Have you eaten?” You asked.
“Yeah.”
“What’d you eat?”
“….cookies.”
You groaned. You stormed over to the mess of a kitchen and began opening the cabinets to find nothing! You opened the pantry—zilch! You opened the fridge with a look of despair—nada!
You would’ve screamed and cried if you didn’t want to embarrass yourself more in front of a kid ten years younger than you. With a grunt, you looked back at Megumi who looked unconcerned with his poor excuse of a kitchen.
“Let’s go to the grocery store….” You muttered through your teeth. You were glad Megumi was already dressed. But it was confusing.. his clothes looked decent. Did the dad spend all money on Megumi’s clothes?
10:10 a.m.
You fucking hated the city! All this damn traffic. And you almost lost Megumi!! The two of you were now in the grocery store, you hand gripped tightly around Megumi’s as you stomped around with a look of anger. Your lips in a permanent snarl while your eyebrows furrowed.
This wasn’t even your kid but it certainly felt like it!
Megumi, despite a bit confused on why you seemed so worked up, had a small smile on his face. It was.. normal to just grocery shop—even if it was with a man he didn’t even know well.
Once you began to check out, you almost cried at the price. You slowly handed your credit card to the clerk, your grip tight as she had to wrestle it out of your hand. Silent tears streamed down your face as you spent money on someone who’s not even your kid..
Gosh.. why’d you have to care so much, (Name)?!
“What does your dad even do?” You asked as you two sat on the train back to Megumi’s house. The train was empty—the only two souls being you and Megumi. And this random guy towards the end but he doesn’t matter.
Megumi hummed, lost in thought. “Dunno.”
You groaned. Well, it didn’t matter anyway. You were just going to take care of this kid today and never come back. As you began checking your phone, the soft weight of someone resting on your arm jolted you. You glanced down and saw Megumi snuggled up against you, already deep in sleep.
Fuck…
Curse kids being cute.
11:50 a.m.
The sounds of harsh scrubbing filled the Fushiguro household. Clinking pots and sounds of labored breathing were one. Megumi was on the couch, the safe side, eating an omelette you made for him. It was an actual healthy meal—filled with protein and fiber. But you…
You were on your knees scrubbing what looked to be weeks old spill of pasta. Or.. something. It was red and smelled a bit. But you weren’t quite sure. As you scrubbed the spot away—you glanced around the kitchen with a frown. The only thing cleaned up.. was the sink and now the floor.
Everything else was still dirty.
So, for the next few hours, you began cleaning. Maybe it was for Megumi.. you felt terrible that he had to live in such a dirty home. Perhaps you saw yourself in him—being forced to live in a house that your parents didn’t care to make it feel like a home.
“Mister (Name), can we go to the park later?” Megumi suddenly asked. You glanced behind yourself to see him holding his now empty plate as he dropped it in the sink.
“Sure. Will your dad be okay with it?”
Megumi shrugged. “Maybe.” He walked away after that.
This kid didn’t seem to care that much on his father opinion. But you were just a babysitter, not some type of disciplinary parent. The smell of the fumes from the cleaning sprays was getting to you, so you grabbed a random candle and lit it.
The candle looked to be a lavender one. It’s case still brand new. Compared to most things in this house.. it looked taken care of. The smooth container was soft against your skin as you placed it on the newly cleaned kitchen counter. It smelled nice.
It was a lavender candle. You couldn’t go wrong with lavender.
“You lit it?” Megumi suddenly whispered, his eyes turned over to you.
You hummed. “Yeah. Is.. this not for lighting?” You muttered, realizing you should’ve asked first.
“No.. it’s fine. I doubt he even remembered it was there,” he muttered, his voice a bit angry before he turned his body back to the tv.
You wanted to ask.. why he wouldn’t remember it. But you thought back to the missing mother. Oh. Was this hers? You felt awful lighting it now. So grabbing the covering, you covered the candle, letting the flame die out. As you watched the light go out—it felt worst letting it die than letting it burn.
“Megumi, I’m going to check out the bedrooms, okay?”
“Ok.”
You walked up the stairs and opened the first door you saw.
The bigger bedroom.. wasn’t the father’s. It was Megumi’s. And it was perfect. A nice citrus smell filled the room from the fragrance plugs. A nicely painted blue colored walls. Toys packed neatly and a bed that looked cared for.
Even the floor was cleaned. It squeaked beneath your shoes.. you quickly took them off. As you left the room, closing the door with a soft smile on your lips, you walked to the spare bedroom. Opening the door, the bedroom was small. More like an office.
But it certainly was more fit for the child—not the father. You wondered why he gave Megumi the bigger room but it made sense in that, perhaps he just wanted to give Megumi more space. The room was dirty, just like the rest of the house. Wrappers crinkled beneath your feet as you shuffled around, trying to see what was in the room.
When you turned on the light.. you noticed that this was also Megumi’s space. The wrappers were candy and there was more toys all over this room. But it didn’t make any sense. This was a two bedroom home..? Or.. you thought about the room downstairs that was locked when you were searching for cleaning supplies.
Ah, that must’ve been the true master bedroom.
You cleaned the spare bedroom and noticed that it was more like an office. You checked the closet and saw dresses, skirts, and heels. It was obviously the mom’s—but they haven’t been worn in awhile.
You closed the door, deciding you shouldn’t snoop too much in this family’s business. You whispered a quick soft apology for disbursing the room obviously left to the mother and walked out.
Downstairs, Megumi was still watching tv but he quickly stood up at the sight of you. He smiled a bit and sprinted over to you.
“Why’d you let it stop? You can burn it.” He said, pointing to the candle.
You glanced over at it. “I… I don’t know. Your father had it hidden between the cleaning supplies… I only found it by accident.”
“Please… I..” Megumi sighed. “I miss her smell.”
You felt guilty… but as there was no father to object, you started the candle once more. Megumi was considerably happy as he jumped back onto the couch and payed attention to the tv.
The gnawing feeling of guilt hurled in your guts but you pushed it back. The house still had spots to clean. Keeping yourself busy with that—you cleaned the living room and the front area of the home.
Lavender filled your nose as you moved about. It was comforting, swirling around as if it was livening up each corner of the home. Megumi was happy.
5:50 p.m.
Okay. Time for dinner. You felt a bit embarrassed forgetting to give Megumi lunch but he didn’t seem to mind. Probably has to do with the amount of snacks he was eating while you cleaned. You made the easiest thing ever, chicken Katsu curry. As you gave Megumi his portion, you noticed there was enough for at least two more people. So you placed them in the fridge. Despite having a bit of a grudge against the dad..
It wouldn’t hurt to leave him dinner.
It only took a near hour before Megumi was reminding you about the park. Your body was sore though, from slaving away in cleaning this damn house. And it was a job well done.. no more ants conga lining or the nasty smell of what could be assumed as blood.
“Okay, okay… Only for an hour the most—I don’t know if your dad will be okay with it.” You said, smiling softly.
9:00 p.m.
Okay, so it wasn’t an hour.. nearly four! But it was hard. Megumi was having so fun swinging and then you guys started playing tag.. and then hide and seek. And then—
Okay, you don’t have a backbone when it comes to cute kids.
You hummed softly as you walked back home—Fushiguro’s home! Megumi was in your arms, face nuzzled into your neck as he slept away. The sun was already down by now, the only light was the street lights shining down on you.
Even if the dad didn’t pay you much.. you would come back, just for Megumi. As you trudged up the slight hill to the house, you wondered how parents who carried their child did it so often. It felt like a workout.
Once you reached the house, you stopped in your tracks.
There was man standing at the door.
He was tall, certainly taller than you. Dressed in a long black t-shirt with baggy tan pants. You stepped back ready to start running when a gust of wind caused you to shriek.
The man was right in front of you. His eyes bore down on you with a look of pure bloodlust before his eyes flickered to the body in your arms. He calmed down, noting.. Megumi was in your arms.
So you must’ve been the babysitter. Huh, he never expected a man.
Well, he certainly scared you off with how he just acted.
“I,” his voice was deep. “I lost my keys.”
You blinked. Anger. Frustration.
“What the fuck?!” You screamed.
The man backed away a bit, raising his hand up in confusion. He obviously looked confused at your sudden burst of anger… did it anger you that much that he lost his keys?
You pulled out the spare keys you had in your pocket and opened the front door, storming inside with the dad right behind you.
“Put him to bed!” You yelled, pointing at Megumi.
He took Megumi from your arms and went upstairs. You took that as your chance to grab your bag. Well, you did what Megumi wanted, stayed until he fell asleep.
Just as you were about to leave, the dad was downstairs already. Okay, that wasn’t possible or normal but you didn’t know if you were just sleep deprived.
“The trains are closed for the night. Are you going to walk home?” He asked.
“Maybe! Why do you care?”
“It’s not safe.”
“It’s not safe to leave trash all over the house.”
He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow, as if waiting to see if you’d continue with your disrespect. But you pursed your lips shut. Yeah, it wasn’t safe going home this late. Especially when you lived so far away from here.
“Fine. I cleaned the spare bedroom anyway, it’ll be fine to sleep in.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“No. That room is off limits.”
You rolled your eyes. “Fine. The couch will do.” You whispered, storming over to the couch. But of course… you forgot which side was the broken one.
And once again, you were stuck in the broken couch. You didn’t even flail this time. Only a whine of disappointment as you decided to accept your faith. The dad was busy doing something as he didn’t come over to you until you heard the microwave turn on.
“That side is broken.”
“I noticed.” You grunted.
The man grabbed your arm and easily pulled you out, causing you to shriek.
“You shriek a lot.. are you a mouse?”
“A mouse?!”
“You’re so loud, mouse.”
“It’s (Name), oaf!”
“Toji.”
You rolled your eyes and moved to go sit down but his grip on your arm didn’t waiver. It wasn’t like he was putting much force into it, it was a light easy grip. But it still held you in place.
He leaned down a bit, his nose sniffing you. You gagged at him being so close but could only pull away a bit from him.
“You stink.” He simply stated.
“Stink?!” You screeched. “I busted my ass cleaning your dirty house for Megumi!”
“Huh? I didn’t hire you as a maid. You’re Megumi’s babysitter.”
“Well,” you muttered, trying to explain yourself. “It’s.. not good for Megumi to live in such a dirty space. Kids get sick easily!”
Which was technically true.
Toji hummed. “Okay, Housewife—you still stink.”
“Housewife—?!”
“—so go bathe before going to bed.”
“I don’t have any clothes.”
“I’ll give you something.”
With that, Toji walked away to the kitchen and grabbed the plate of microwaved curry. You glared at him but walked over to the bathroom.
It was recently cleaned as the acidic scent attacked your nostrils. You started the bath, letting it fill in as you got undressed. Toji was right though—you certainly didn’t smell as nice as you did when you first got here.
“Hey, Housewife.”
You screamed out, covering your chest as the bathroom door opened. Toji kept his eyes closed as he tossed a towel inside.
“Stop screaming, you’ll wake up Megumi.”
The door closed after that. Your face was flushed red as your lips curled into a pout. Shit. You were so loud. You stopped the water and got inside, ready to just take a long relaxing bath.
9:50 p.m.
You hummed, feeling yourself being wrapped in a nice fluffy blanket. You only giggled, snuggling into the warm embrace. Strong arms held you up and suddenly you were moving.
It felt so nice being cuddled by warmth, especially after that cold bath. But you didn’t know why the bath was cold. It was hot when you started it.
You shook awake when you felt your body drop onto a bed. Toji had carried you from the bathtub. You quickly fixed your towel to make sure you were properly covered as you watched him walk to his closet.
“Be careful next time, Housewife. You were about to drown if I didn’t check on you.”
“Huh? Drown? And it’s (Name)! I’m a guy, damn it!”
“Your head was underwater.”
“Oh.. how long was I in there?”
“Almost an hour.”
You shivered. Well, thank god you didn’t even attempt to walk home. You would’ve passed out mid walk. Toji looked busy, moving clothes around in his closet as he hyper focused on them.
“Here.”
You flinched as a large t-shirt was thrown at your face. It was a black one that would certainly cover your body fully. But.. there was no underwear. You took the chance to slip the shirt on when Toji’s back was still facing you.
The t-shirt practically engulfed you, way too big for your body. As you examined the big shirt, Toji closed the closet door. You glanced up when you felt his eyes on you.
“You can watch Megumi for another day, yeah?”
“Wha? Why?”
“I got another job.” Was all he said as he left the bedroom.
With a grunt you shot out of bed and followed after. You watched as he slipped back into his shoes and was standing by the front door, ready to just leave! Who does that?
“Hey!” You yelled, before quickly quieting down when you remembered Megumi was asleep. “What type of job do you have to be leaving so late?!”
“You’re the babysitter.. Focus on Megumi. I’ll pay you extra.”
“The pay doesn’t matter, asshole! Megumi needs a parent that is actually here. It’s better for him,” you said, stomping over to Toji.
You opened your mouth to speak once more but was muffled when Toji grabbed your face. He stared down at you, a look of disinterest on his face. You could feel his eyes just taking you in, looking at your features. Your lips, eyes, nose.
His hand was so large against your face, so easily holding your jaw still and squishing your chubby cheeks. Your lips were pursed together as you tried to make a sound. He leaned down towards you, his lips right near your ears as he whispered to you.
“You should be careful when moving your arms up so high, especially without underwear.” Was all he said before leaving.
The door slammed shut when you finally realized what he meant. Your face flushed red in embarrassment. Fuck!
This guy…
12:30 p.m.
It was the next day and no sign of Mister Fushiguro “Toji”. You stabbed angrily at your salad. Megumi was unfazed but certainly happy that you hadn’t left last night. You had to stay in Toji’s shirt and just grab the smallest pants there.
Still no underwear.
Even the smallest pants kept falling a bit if you didn’t hold it while walking. You had pulled up the shirt and used a rubber band to tighten it so it wasn’t knee length anymore.
If Megumi noticed you were wearing his father’s clothes, he didn’t say anything.
“What time does your dad get home?”
Megumi hummed. “Dunno. Depends.”
“On what?”
Megumi seemed to hesitate so you didn’t push it.
Didn’t matter, as soon as Toji got home, you’d give him a piece of your mind.
11:20 p.m.
The door opened. You were right there in front of it, ready to yell when you froze. Toji had a gash on his arm, bleeding all onto the floor. But he didn’t seem fazed by it. On the contrary, it was as if it was another Tuesday to him. Your lips parted, only sounds that could out being a soft ‘huh?’
Toji looked at you, seeming to be a bit shocked you were still there. His eyes flickered down.
“You love flashing me, huh?”
You blinked in confusion and looked down to see the pants pooling around your legs. For fuck sakes! You quickly pulled up the pants and blushed heavily, thoughts rushing in your mind.
“W—Where were you?! Why are you bleeding?!” You whispered yelled. Megumi was upstairs sleeping.
Toji hummed nonchalantly as he walked to the kitchen and opened one of the cabinets, pulling out some napkins and bandages. The gash was still bleeding as blood began pooling around his feet.
Was.. that how…? You pushed the thought away and trudged over to him. With quick hands, you grabbed the materials from him and began cleaning the wound. You had so many questions—wanting to know just what type of job could do this to him.
But you were the babysitter. And that’s all you were.
When you finished, the makeshift bandages that were wrapped hazardously around his arm. It wasn’t properly secured as it slipped a bit when Toji moved his arm but he still thanked you and fixed it to be tighter.
Silence filled the room as you grabbed some paper towels to clean up the blood on the ground.
Toji didn’t say anything, just watching you clean. Were you just this weird? He didn’t know a boy like you would be interested in babysitting, much less cleaning the entire house.
He knew he should’ve thanked you yesterday for cleaning it—but he didn’t. He wasn’t even sure why.
“What job do you have?” You suddenly asked, standing up as you threw away the dirty paper towels. Toji glanced at you. You expected him to just answer but instead he said..
“Cook somethin’ for me, Housewife. I’m starving.” He said, walking over to the living room. He plopped down onto the couch and grabbed the remote, turning the tv on.
You stared at the back of his head in shock. And pure rage but since you didn’t want to wake up Megumi, you silently cursed him out as you made him the laziest dinner ever.
It was fucking 12:00 a.m. by now! No way were you going to go all out for this broke lazy man.
You gave him a bowl of leftover salad and store bought sushi you and Megumi had left over. You could tell Toji looked a bit disappointed but still took the bowl from you.
As he ate, you still wanted to know more.
“Why do you keep calling me housewife? I’m a man, y’know!”
“So?” He simply said. “You embody the housewife… so I’ll call you housewife.”
You glared at him. “How?! Just by cleaning?”
“Cleaning. Taking care of Megumi. Restocking the kitchen. Making me dinner.”
“I made the dinner for Megumi.” You muttered bitterly.
“Oh, right.” Toji muttered, fishing something out from his dirty pants. There were stains you knew weren’t water… you told yourself it was his blood—not someone else’s. He pulled out a wad of cash and placed it into your hands.
“Paycheck.”
You counted the money. “It’s more than promised.”
“You stayed longer than necessary.”
“Right.” You whispered. You walked over and placed the cash into your bag. No one payed with cash as much anymore but you didn’t want to know why he wasn’t sending it electronically.
You glanced over at Toji, getting a better look of him. He was as good looking as a man who obviously hasn’t been grooming himself often. His eyes flickered to yours, a raised eyebrow as he waited for you to say something.
“Oh.. uh.. will you be going out for work again..?”
“No. I have enough money for at least a week.”
“Will you.. at least spend time with Megumi?”
Toji hummed. “It’s only been two days but you’re already caring a lot for Megumi.” He looked over at you. “You enjoy being with kids?”
“Do you?”
Toji stood up suddenly, causing you to flinch in shock. He placed the empty bowl on the small wooden coffee table and walked past you to the front door.
“Where are you going?” You asked, watching as he grabbed a jacket from the small closet. He didn’t even struggle pulling the jacket on—it was as if his wound didn’t hurt him. He was leaving? Again? With no work to do?!
It wasn’t on purpose. Really, you just acted so fast. Your hands were gripped tightly on his. You were staring right at his hand. The rough feeling of his palms—certainly of one that has held… his hand was large against yours. Even two of your hands were small compared to one of his. Toji glanced down at you, noticing that your—his, really—pants fell down again. He was about to comment on it again, ready for you to jump in embarrassment.
But when he saw your face, he paused.
Your eyes were a bit puffy, watery as you looked up at him. You.. This random guy he hired two days ago to watch Megumi was going to cry over him?
His dick twitched in his pants.
“Just… stay tonight. You might not notice it.. but Megumi was so happy when he woke up to me still here.” You whispered, leaning in closer to Toji. “I know I’m just a stranger and I’m not supposed to be bothering you like this… but I—uh, for Megumi… it’d be nice.”
The soft hums of the tv from the random show Toji was watching continued on. Even if it had been almost two days, the soft lavender smell still danced around the house. Just breathing it in brought you a sense of peace. Your grip loosened on Toji’s hand as you realized that this was a bit much. Maybe you did care a bit too much about Megumi.
But you weren’t even sure why.
A low deep laugh caught your attention as you looked up. Toji’s lips were pulled into a smirk as he used his free hand to grab your face harshly. Panic filled you as you reached up and grabbed at his arm, believing he was about to hurt you.
“You’re really embodying this housewife role, (Name). I guess I need to let you do your other job as well.” He said. “I was going to have some fun with a prostitute but.. I should’ve just went to my housewife.”
“Let’s take a bath first, can’t smell bad during your first time.”
12:20 a.m.
You weren’t sure why you didn’t say shit. Toji was relaxed in the bathtub that was not made for two people. Especially not someone as large as Toji.
The water was warm against your skin as you stared at your knees brought up to your chest. You were between Toji’s muscular thighs, making sure your back didn’t rest against his chest. Toji’s soft hums began to sound like light snoring. And, weirdly enough, you liked hearing it. You began getting comfortable but still curled up into yourself. A large hand gripped your waist and pulled you back, forcing your back to lay on his chest.
You meeped in shock, face flushed. But Toji didn’t say anything. His hand continued to rest on the curve of your waist, his thumb slowly tracing little circles all over it. The feeling of the warm water and comfortable touching on your body, you felt your eyes flutter close.
It wasn’t until you felt the subtle touch of something on your ass was when you shook awake.
It was a dick.
A.. uh, big one at that.
You looked over your shoulder, seeing Toji mostly asleep. His head was resting against the wall while his chest rose and fell slowly. You gently turned around to fully face him. He was hot. Sexy maybe.
But definitely older than you.
You reached out and rest your hands on his chest, leaning close to Toji. You didn’t know what exactly you were doing but you wanted to kiss him. Maybe constantly being called a housewife was getting to you.
Your body was fully pressed against his—lips close to his when a hand was squeezing your hips. You whimpered and pulled away, looking down to see Toji looking up at you with a lazy smirk.
“You’re not just a housewife, huh? Also a slut too.”
“No… ‘m not..” you muttered, blushing heavily as Toji’s hand trailed down to your ass and began to harshly knead it.
“You’re not? But what were you trying to do just now?”
You pursed your lips and looked away. Yeah, you were trying to kiss him. It felt embarrassing to be caught red handed like that. Toji hummed as he watched you squirm. His hands rose up and gripped your waist. You looked back at him and wondered if he was going to push you away.
But instead of pushing you away, he pulled you against your chest as he stood up. You gasped and quickly wrap your arms around his neck as a way to stay upright as he walked out of the tub. He didn’t even bother grabbing a towel—simply walked nude and wet to the bedroom with you in his arms. He was only even using one arm to keep you up.
He unceremoniously dropped you onto the bed. You let out a huff, glaring at him. The bed was now wet from the water on your body. It seeped into the blankets and when you tried to move off the bed, Toji grabbed your foot and pulled you towards the edge of the bed. You shrieked at his strength.
He had no problem just dragging or picking you up like a rag doll.
With your legs dangling off the bed, Toji lifted them up, causing your body to uncomfortably arch.
“Toji! This is uncomfortable,” you whined.
“I know.”
You watched with a bated breath as Toji kneeled at the edge of the bed, placing your legs on either side of his shoulder. The position was odd. You were resting on your shoulders and upper back with your lower half raised up by Toji’s grip. His large hands had a harsh grip on your thighs. You were sure there would be bruising in the morning.
“Usually, I don’t reward sluts.. but because you’re my housewife, I’ll be nice.”
With that, you suddenly felt a tongue graze right against your cunt. You shivered, gripping the bedsheets beneath you. The droplets from both of your bodies dripped onto the ground and bed.
“T…Toji..!” You whined, your legs squeezing his head as you felt his tongue lick between your folds. He was slow and sharp, one of his hands going down to flick your clit. Your toes curled and soft whimpers left your lips as his tongue reached deep between your folds.
You had to be control your voice—no matter how loud you wanted to be.
You cried out when his lips left your heat. His grip on your legs moved down to your waist and next thing you knew it, you were manhandled onto the bed. You were on your back, legs pushed up to where your knees reached your chin. The position was more comfortable than the one before.
Toji got between your legs and leaned over you, a sly smirk on his lips. “I never thought I’d ever be fucking Megumi’s babysitter. Most don’t make it after an hour.”
“Cause the house was awful..” You muttered.
You gasped when you felt a sharp tug at your hair. Toji smirked at you, obviously enjoying your cry of pain. He released your hair and you decided to keep your mouth shut.
“I was getting sick of having to hire a new babysitter every day—it’s good to know I won’t have to anymore.” You felt something rub against your pussy, slowly inching between your wet folds. “It’s a bonus you ended up being a good housewife.”
Crack!
Your mouth pulled open in a silent scream—back arched as Toji’s cock slammed right inside of you. It was painful, no doubt because he didn’t stretch you out for a cock that was so thick! It was stretching you, your cunt clamping down on it as you tried to get used to it.
The look on Toji’s face was of pure satisfaction. He was happy to be fucking such a tight wet cunt. Even more so it was yours. He didn’t wait long to start fucking into you, watching you come undone beneath him.
Your smaller body compared to his bigger form. Hands reaching up to claw at his back for some type of stability. The bed had broke one of its legs when he thrusted inside of you. You were sure it wouldn’t survive by how harsh his hips slapped against your ass, sending you up towards the headboard each time.
“I can’t really call you a slut if this is how your cunt feels. Were you one of those boys saving this,” he tugs lightly at your clit, earning a cry, “for someone special?”
You shook your head, moans and gasps leaving your lips as you tried to speak. It was so hard to speak that you didn’t even try, solely focusing on the cock stretching you full.
“Sorry to disappoint but this cunt belongs to me now.”
You didn’t tell him no. Because for some reason, you liked the sound of that.
As he continued fucking you, his hand rested down on your stomach as the other gripped your waist. You watched with hooded eyes as your continued crying and whimpering, your pussy clinching around his cock as you felt yourself reach your limit.
“You never answered me that time.” He leaned down close to you. “Do you like kids?”
You wanted to punch him for asking such a question during such a time but you simply nodded. “Yes…! Kids… ngh… cute…” you pitifully whimpered.
“Then Megumi deserves a sibling. Think you can give it to him?” He simply said. You blushed heavily at his words, mouth opening to ask what the fuck did he mean by that but he was now focused solely on fucking you.
Your hands scratched at his back as you arched yours, crying and moaning as his hips slammed into your ass. You weren’t sure if you really wanted to go through the whole ordeal of birth but just technically being claimed by Toji made your brain feel mushy.
It didn’t take long for you to cum. Your toes curled and your nails clawed at Toji’s back for purchase as your body shook with your orgasm. Toji didn’t let up, however, somehow going even faster. It was like he was using you like a toy, fucking your hole with reckless abandon as he chased his own release now.
He slammed his hips harsh, pushing his cock deep inside you before cumming. You whimpered, feeling the warm cum coat your insides. Cum seeped into the bedsheets as he pulled out, leaving your cunt to faintly clench around the missing feeling.
“You’re helping me save money. Don’t need to spend it on women when I got my housewife right here.” He patted your sore pussy. “If I knew fucking men would feel this good I would’ve done it earlier.”
You blushed. “I feel dirty..”
Toji simply laughed. “You are.” He grabbed your face, but much more gently than the times before and pressed a sloppy kiss onto your lips. “Now be a good boy and take a shower. I’ll join you soon.”
You bit your lip and mutely nodded as he got up from bed. With shaky legs, you slowly walked to the bathroom, feeling cum drip down your legs. You were sure some fell into the floor. God, you’d need to clean that layer. When you reached the bathroom and turned on the tub, you suddenly felt giddy.
Wow. You came here to babysit and suddenly you have a “boyfriend?”
Luck was on your side. You just wondered what it would be like dating someone like Toji.
6:30 a.m.
“T..Toji..!” You whispered, gripping the bedsheets beneath you. Toji was fucking into your already sore cunt. You were on your side with Toji behind you, his hand holding your leg up as his cock pumped into your pussy.
It’s been maybe four weeks since you got here. You haven’t gone home. Well, just once to get clothes since you couldn’t just stay in Toji’s clothes. Megumi was so happy that you were staying. Finally, something constant.
But you soon learned that Toji was a very horny man—he would constantly fuck you in the bathtub, living room, kitchen, and bedroom. It was always before he left for work and when he came back. You had gotten used to having your hole stuffed full of cum. It was getting tiring of cleaning it out.
You mentioned condoms… but that only resulted in him giving you continuous creampies until you apologized.
Toji finally cummed, once again coating your insides. He pulled and pressed a kiss onto your neck as he got up from the bed. He got dressed and turned to you.
“I’m going now. I want curry for dinner.”
That was all he said before leaving. It felt a little degrading, to be used and then told to make him dinner before he got back. But you still did it, no question asked.
You truly were a male housewife.
Definitely not what child you dreamed of being as an adult, but hey, things change.
At least the dick was good.
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Toji who bends you over the kitchen counter roughly fucking your eyes into the back of your head because you were wearing a pair of shorts that he said where “too revealing”
Toji who watches ever movement you make and every slutty action you do with that dumb doe eyed look on your face making him wanna press his cock to your lips, forcing you to suck until tears while you press your crotch against his leg trying to get some friction for your painfully hard bulge
Toji who sees you in your revealing shorts during summer, hugging your curves and body in public making him only stare at you coldly just to push you into an alley making you yelp in confusion before pushing you against the brick wall degrading you calling you “fucking whore, I bet you wanted this?, wanted me to fucking use you like the slut you are boy?” He grins and whispers in your ear while pulling your shorts down as the fall down to your ankles and he rough fucks you against the alley wall, your thighs around his hips as he holds you fucking you harshly until you can’t think straight just to make you pull your shorts up afterwards like you aren’t leaking his cum from your abused hole feeling your bloated stomach from his seed earning a grin as he licks his scar
Toji who fucks you stupid, your face pressed down in the pillows your lips parted wide as you brokenly moan his name earning a harsh slap on your ass while he degrades you calling you “personal whore, cock drunk slut, and his boy” while your eyes hazily roll into your head and tear up from pleasure not being able to think straight while he roughly fucks you
Toji who reaches down and strokes your cock while he takes you from behind, his large fingers teasing your sensitive tip as it leaks pre cum all over yourself earning a whorish whine from you making him slap your ass in the process
Toji who grips your thighs to the point of bruising as he hangs your legs over his shoulders forcing you into a mating press while his other hand running up your chest squeezing your pecs and twisting your nipples telling you hushed words like “such pretty breasts, boy” he whispers in your ear such feminine names for you while you brokenly plea “n naht bre sts~” only making him grin and fuck you harder degrading and feminizing you until you can’t moan any words
Toji who makes you suck his cock after his work outs, placing hid leaking tip against your pouty lips smearing his pre cum as you look up at him making you part your lips as his heavy cock sits on them forcing a few cat licks on the tip before he shoves it fully in your mouth, his rough hand in the back of your head as he bobs your head up and down on his cock pressing it all the way to the back of your throat forcing your face pressed into his groin as you sloppily suck him off with your drool running down your chin looking up at him with lidded eyes feeling desperate for him to bend you over again
Toji who after fucking you leaves you whining and twitching in overstimulation your cock all red and puffy with cum staining your stomach and plump pecs while your hole twitches trying to clench around the air while his cum leaks out of you down your thighs making him lick his scar and press his tip back against your leaking and abused whole as he pushes back in again leaving your jaw slacked and your face ruined
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dorkszn · 2 months
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𝓕𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓚𝓨 𝓞𝓝 𝓒𝓐𝓜𝓔𝓡𝓐
𝓋ℴ𝓁. 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℯℯ / 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊ℯ. 𝓉ℴ𝒿𝒾 𝒻𝓊𝓈𝒽𝒾ℊ𝓊𝓇ℴ
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twitter p links ! / male & fem reader ! / vol four !
01. quickie with toji in the bathroom (male reader)
02. toji bullying you with his cock (male reader)
03. don’t be shy, toji loves when you’re vocal (male reader)
04. watching you fuck yourself on his cock is his favorite thing (fem reader)
05. trapped between mr and mrs. fushiguro (fem reader)
06. toji helping you ride his cock (fem reader)
07. sub toji?? 👀 (male reader)
08. brat tamer toji 🤝 overstim + spanking (fem reader)
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k4vehrtz · 3 months
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⸻ YOU'RE A CRISIS OF MY FAITH
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. ✦ . starring — dom!top! t. fushiguro / m! reader
warnings — porn with some plot, sacrilege, a copious amount of religious themes, priest! reader, virgin reader ergo loss of virginity, allusion to homophobia / internalised homophobia, unprotected sex, blowjob (r receiving), deepthroating, fingering, riding, creampie, toji lowkey has a corruption kink, use of the nickname 'angel', toji refers to the reader as father once but that is entirely in a religious sense . ✦ . wc — 2.1k . ✦ . notes — we'll all pretend that didn't just happen!! anyway!! i'm so so normal about toji...and !! i don't know what exactly falls under dark content but seeing as this contains sacrilege you've been warned nevertheless. not proof read bc t**blr stressed me out
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“what does —” he stops himself mid-sentence to motion upwards, “the big man upstairs think about homosexuality?”
you swallow hard, your adam’s apple bobbing. you hadn’t expected the question, naturally. especially from the likes of toji fushiguro of all people. but you answer anyway. “well,” you murmur, averting your gaze so that you’d stare out the window as the first signs of winter begin to settle in for its extended stay instead of being forced to meet toji’s pointed gaze. “we all are subject to desires that may or may not reflect god’s light, but these desires aren’t sinful unless you act or encourage others to act on them.”
he nods almost absentmindedly in response before following up with: “…even you, i imagine, as a man of god, could fall victim to such desires?”
and you pause for a beat, your jaw tightening as an image escapes the dark recesses of your mind; the neat box you’ve forced what you deemed unpleasant thoughts into.
the man in your mind didn’t look quite like anyone you knew at first. he was just a man without a name or a face — similarly to the world before god’s divine intervention, he too was without form. but then, by chance, you met toji fushiguro and his teenage son. then the man who’d haunt your thoughts began to change.
he was older, weathered by life experiences and parenting, and taller, maybe 6’2, with messy black hair that fell over his brows. his hair reminded you of the cloudless, starless night sky. then there was that scar on the corner of his right lip. you’d imagined yourself on more than one occasion leaning toward him, pressing your lips against it before he’d open his mouth and let you explore the wet cavern.
though you shake your head as if that would dismiss your thoughts, fingers curling defensively around the window’s ledge. “everyone encounters temptation in their day-to-day, but, like god’s son, we must resist.” you counter eventually. “you’re not one for idle chatter.”
“i’m not,” he agrees, his voice smooth, something akin to the feeling of silk against your skin. it gives you goosebumps and makes the hairs stand up. he puts his hands up in mock surrender, his gaze intent. you can feel him burning holes into the back of your head. “you know, i think i’m long overdue for a confession.”
“as you wish.”
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“our heavenly father has declared the following in the book of james, chapter five, verse sixteen: ‘therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. the prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective’. now, in the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit, amen.”
silence — and then toji sucks in a breath, his voice thick with an emotion you can’t quite grasp but has you shifting in your seat on the other side of the confessional booth anyway. you’re, on some level, disgusted by your behaviour. it’s unprofessional at best, or perhaps the beginning of your unravelling at worst. you fear it’s the latter.
“bless me, father, for i have sinned,” the words slide off his tongue with ease, “it has been two months since my last confession.” and your eyes flutter closed, or maybe you forced them closed because you feel no better than a pervert by the way you ache at every sound that comes out of his mouth.
either way, you don’t notice the way the door creaks as toji lets himself out of his side of the confessional booth and opens the door to yours until he’s kneeling in front of you, the pads of his fingers digging into your sides. the skin of his fingers is rough, worn out from the different tasks he takes on to keep himself and megumi afloat, you think. he’s become something of a handyman around town.
“to be honest, father,” he says, now directly addressing you. “i came here fer’ your guidance…you see, i’ve been havin’ thoughts lately that i don’t think align with what god wants.” and you find yourself at a loss, your eyes still closed, though your adam’s apple bobs again as you swallow your suppressed thoughts. “my guidance?” you repeat quietly, “confess your…thoughts…then, and seek forgiveness. it’s not a sin unless you act on those thoughts.”
he lets out a pleased hum at that, leaning forward so that his face is practically buried in your clothed crotch. “so,” he counters, “if my understanding is correct, would it be a sin if i told you to spread your legs f’me?”
you don’t trust yourself to speak right now — not when your thoughts are all muddled. so, you simply nod and toji clicks his tongue. “but sin or not, you’re going to anyway because you and i both know how we feel about each other, right? c’mon, use your big boy words and tell me.”
the smart thing—no, the right thing to do here would be to say no. adamantly deny the lingering touches and glances that the two of you had come to share. affection between two men could only go so far. but then again, you’ve gone so much farther in the safety of your bedroom long after the sun has set. how much longer could you shamelessly show your face to the other members of the church and listen to them confess their deepest secrets to you? you’re parading as a righteous man when you’re anything but.
if it turns out to be as bad of a sin as they say, god will strike you down.
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turns out it’s not as bad of a sin as they say — or maybe it is and you’ve yet to receive divine punishment.
“god works in mysterious ways,” you say under your breath but toji hears it anyway. how could he not when you’re in such proximity to each other? you hadn’t meant to say it out loud but it doesn’t matter. and toji (ever the charmer) takes it upon himself to respond, “maybe he brought us together for a reason…or maybe i’m one of lucifer’s lackeys sent to seduce you.”
you make the conscious decision to ignore that which seems to entertain toji even more. he’s ridiculous in ways you can’t fathom. like…the way he’s got your legs spread, back pressed firmly against the wood of the confessional, your thighs trembling as he clicks his tongue, “spread yer’ legs a little wider f’me angel, s’not enough f’me to suck that pretty cock.”
he… he knows what he’s doing. whereas you were clumsy and inexperienced. but, to be fair, you had taken a vow of celibacy when you were twelve.
now, though, you’re experiencing true pleasure for the first time — and with a man, no less. you tilt your head back in what little space the confessional affords you as toji gives your balls tentative touches, maybe light squeezes, as he aligns the head of your leaking cock with his mouth. you’re embarrassed, warmth flooding your cheeks, but you can’t look away. not when this is all you’ve ever wanted.
there’s pre-cum on his lips; your pre-cum. it’s there, as clear as day, and he’s entirely unbothered. all of his attention is on your cock. your cock that’s throbbing as he sucks on it. pre-cum and saliva mixing. it’s all so new to you.
as for him…well isn’t this cute? you’re trying your hardest to stifle those needy moans of yours, he can tell. but no matter how much you bite down on your lower lip or how you press your hands against your mouth those pretty sounds you make always find a way of escaping. part of him, somewhere deep down, feels guilty for corrupting you like this. but perhaps he doesn’t feel guilty enough.
he continues to work on your cock, sucking on it whilst simultaneously fondling with your balls. you’re quivering, rutting your hips forward now and then. occasionally you go too far and it scares you at first — you didn’t mean to push your cock all the way to the back of his throat! ever the unbothered, though, he welcomes it until you’re spurting your load down his throat. and he swallows, utterly content.
then he coos at you, bringing a thumb up to your face, and tracing the outline of your jaw. “don’t worry about me, angel, you’re not going to hurt me. what you’re going to do f’me is let me reposition us so i can see your pretty boy hole, m’kay? my boy can do that f’me, right?”
my boy. the idea of being his. after so long…it only feels right. so, you allow him to readjust your position so that you’re straddling his lap and somewhere in the process you both disregard your clothes.
“you’ve been thinking about my cock? that’s why yer’ hole is winking f’me? all ready to take my cock like a big boy?” he asks and you nod your head eagerly. every word that comes out of his mouth is dirty but your reactions are the icing on the cake. you’re not the quiet, unassuming priest he met by chance all those months back. and to think that he’s the reason why.
well, he doesn’t linger on the thought. you’re impatient, squirming on his thighs in search of friction. but he’d be lying if he said it didn’t get him going and he may be many things but he would not force himself into you without properly preparing you to take him.
so as much as you whine about it, he ultimately takes his time with you. the nearest lubricant happened to be some sort of oil, but he made sure that it was safe to use before coating his fingers in a generous amount. then he oh so carefully drags his finger across your hole. it makes you shudder, but after a few minutes of this, you find yourself unprepared for the stretch of fitting a singular digit in. it hurts and the moment you so much as whimper toji’s pressing his lips against yours. the same lips that were around your cock only moments ago. his lips are gentle, soothing, even.
and he keeps it like that — his lips against yours as he slowly introduces more fingers into your ass. it takes a while but your pained whimpers soon morph into more desperate, filthy little noises as he drags his fingers in and out of your hole before curling them, tips grazing your prostate.
you want it, you decide. his cock, that is. you want his cock in your ass beyond a reasonable doubt. it’s all you need. bouncing on his fingers feels good but you just know that his cock would feel so much better.
“this is a sin, we’re both sinning,” you announce, your words strong but your delivery coming in between laboured gasps as his fingers continue to graze your prostate. “so i expect you to fuck me like you mean it.”
and he doesn’t need to be told twice. with a scoff — one that sounds more amused than annoyed — he pulls his fingers out of you. shaking his head as you whimper at the loss. but it’s soon replaced by something bigger and much thicker. it’s his cock, covered in the same oil, and you almost can’t believe it when he’s aligning it with your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscle.
you have to take a few breaks before you fully sink on him with a low groan. he makes you feel so full and he hasn’t even moved yet. and when you take it upon yourself to ride him you revert to the softheaded boy he makes you out to be.
your movements are clumsy — mediocre, you’re sure of it. but toji doesn’t intervene. he simply leans back, big, warm hands on your hips, while you figure out your rhythm. and after a few failed attempts you find one that works for both of you. it feels good, it feels great even. his hard cock filling you to the brim while you all but mindlessly bounce on his cock, your walls clenching around his throbbing length.
you’re going to cum soon, you’re sure of it. and when you do eventually watch through teary eyes as your cock spurts ropes of cum onto his stomach you’re not surprised whatsoever. toji, however, takes a lot longer to cum. you’ve probably cum at least two more times by the time toji takes control, his grip on your hips tightening as he angles you just the right way to hit your prostate with each thrust of his hips upwards. your toes curl, eyes half-lidded, and you just barely acknowledge the warmth of his semen in your ass.
all you can think of, and just barely manage to stutter out is: “you’ve fucked me,” and he stares up at you with a smug smile, chest heaving as he copes with his orgasm that has been a long time coming, “yeah, i’ve fucked yer’ pretty boy hole.”
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Tojix ftm reader toji fuckin ya with his gun:3
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“mmh…..tojiiii..!” you moaned when tojis gun touched your sensitive spot “good boy…” toji groaned in your ear “you close…?” You nodded “yesh…~ m’ so closeee..~” toji chuckled in your ear “isn’t that to bad..” toji put his finger on the trigger
‘click!’
You nearly passed out…..toji laughs.. “did you really, HAH, think I put ammo in it?” He chuckles when you hit him on his chest, he takes the gun out slowly “t-toji..Why..are you takin it out..was so close.. ~” you whispered as he took the gun out “sorry babes, I gotta neglect this tiny tight wet cunt, I want to see you scream on my dick~” toji whispers in your ear "w-what..?" he pulled out his hot dick and displayed it in between your soft plush thighs. “D-daddy..’hiccup’..” “shshsh…it’s ok baby, be patient~” he said to you, sliding his cock into you slowly, watching your hole let it sink in.
“mmhgn… T—tojiii” “that’s my name sweetie~” he cooed in your ear “is it t’much for the sweet boy?~” he whispered “movee…pleasee…” you said with heart shaped pupils.
“Do you really want it..~?” He teased your heat with his cock “please! Tojiii….~” you cried out, taking his hand in yours and rubbing it on your clit “s—see…~ it’s sho..wet~” he chuckles at your words “you’re such a virgin~” he laughs “o—only…didit…once~” you slurred on your words
“I bet I can do it better” he grinned “ehhh..toj-mmggh!!~” your eyes rolled back, he thrusted into you so hard, it hurt but felt so good, “t—toji!! It’s bleeding…!~” you cried “you're a virgin, honey, that’s why it’s bleeding” he kissed the tears that were once on your cheek, he kept bouncing you on his cock “nng….i…needa..pee~!” You moaned “go, piss yourself” “b—but!” he hugged you from behind, still bouncing you on his lap “Nnhh~!…t—toji!!” You squirted on his cock, a reddish, clear liquid coming out your pussy.
He grabbed one of you boobs, it looked so tiny in his hand “hey…I still havent came yet, sweetie” oh boy.. By the end he going to make you look 5 months pregnant with all that cum in your tummy (。•́︿•̀。)
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ashersanity · 24 days
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— “Drunk already? I wouldn’t have pinned you for a light weight.”
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-> content warning! alcohol intoxication, top m alpha! reader x bratty omega in heat, stupid cockwhore bitch craves for cock but doesn’t get it.
Turning someone into your little cockwhore bitch, there’s nothing sweeter than that — than the otherwise self-assured look in their eyes turned to one that’s dazed and pleading.
Fuck, if it weren’t for the numerous drinks simmering in his system, drumming along his veins that had his head swim, he wouldn’t be in this position. No, damn it. He wouldn’t be here, visible flush streaked across his cheeks with the obvious, heady scent of arousal lingering in the air. His interested, omegan cock stirring between his spread legs, knees clumsily knocking against yours beneath the wooden counter. Nor would he be the one to lean just a bit, in your direction, intently fixated on your parting lips with every swallow you take, each and every bob of your throat that curves along nicely down, alcohol pleasantly burning. It was a mistake in itself, to think he’d out drink you, looking perfectly fine in comparison to him who supported his chin atop his palm, gently swaying back and forth.
Shit, he hated you. He hated you so damn much that he’d catch himself staring at your glistening mouth each and every time, bubbling frustration slowly shifting into one of needy arousal, a need for your cock in his throat, ass, wherever he could touch it, smell it even. Maybe if you were so generous, you’d let him have a go at it, pathetically slide himself onto his knees so he could paw at your bulge, suck on the rough fabric of your jeans where your fat, knotted cock comfortably sat underneath. Bastard didn’t deserve to get a proper taste anyway. Only a curl of your finger shoved up his pulsing, dripping hole would have him cumming all over himself like a whore regardless, desperately bucking his hips into your touch to reach your split knuckles. Hell, he’d even be fine with you towering over him, grip tightening onto his face with your fingers greedily digging into the soft of his flesh, harshly spitting into his awaiting mouth, pink tongue peeking out. However, you do none of that. Instead, you lean into his space, pressing your lips against the shell of his ear, heated breaths quickened, audible over the bustling pub and noisy patrons surrounding you.
— “I could ruin you if I wanted to. Fuck you, right here, right now. Have everyone see, what a needy little cum slut you are for my cock.”
Exhaling shakily, his eyes flutter shut at the drum of your voice, letting the words sink in, slicked, wet hole miserably tightening around nothing. Dammit, he wants you, wants you so fucking bad to mess him up, to have him bent over the flat surface as you fuck your cum into him, reddened ass on display for all the hungry, perverted alphas to leer upon.
— “But I won’t. I’ll just let you rut into your pillow like the nasty, fucking whore that you are.”
..You fucking tease.
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whitney, remy, avery, ryomen sukuna, geto suguru, toji fushiguro, scaramouche, kaveh, kaeya alberich, satan (whb), reo mikage, micheal kaiser, sae itoshi, more?
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mahboimahboi · 6 months
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reader getting absolutely destroyed by gojo, toji, getou, and nanami😇
A SEX FEST x M!Reader (featuring Getou, Gojo, Toji)
Smut
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As the phone rang that was seated on top of the table, Gojo whistles to a tune he created on the spot as he picked up the phone and placed the it near his ear. "Hello~ This is Gojo speaking." He spoke in a singy-song voice as a light chuckle moves past his lips.
"Oh, Mr. Gojo, good morning. I would like to ask if Y/N is with you? He told me that he would be there at your house for a very important tutor lesson." A boy's voice spoke from the other end of the line as Gojo begins to play with the telephone's cable, twirling it around his finger.
One side of Gojo's lips move upward upon hearing your name, as he kept his composure and spoke as poised as he can, being known as one of the most prim and proper teacher in their school. "Yes, he is." He replied, eyeing the scene unfolding on his bed through the side of his eyes.
"Oh, can I have him over the phone please? I would just like to talk to him about something." The male spoke, Gojo's smirk just growing wider, if possible.
Gojo pops his tongue and replies with sinister laced in his voice. "Of course, give me a minute."
He passes the phone over to you, whilst you covered your mouth trying to restrict any sound of sex satisfied noise from ever coming out of your mouth as Toji holds you down in place like you are some kind of sex toy or fleshlight, drilling his cock in you roughly. "R-Ryuuji? What is it?" You tried to answer the phone with all the strength left in you, but you accidentally drop the phone as Toji pulls your body back towards him, Gojo getting the phone from where it fell and ends the call after telling your brother that you are busy. "F-Fuck, yes, sir. Fuck me, fuck me good!" You moaned out, rolling your eyes to the back of your head, your eyes hanging out of your mouth in pure bliss.
"Huu, yes, kiddo. I'll fucking give you what you want." Toji groans out, gritting his teeth as he fastened his pace, his strong arms holding you in place, your own strengh nothing compared to his, letting yourself just melt into lust and left your body to be used at his own advantage. "That's what I love about you, kid. You're a really good cum dumpster." He degrades you, the word enough to drive you crazy as you felt a very familiar coil in your stomach.
"S-Sir! AH, FUCK! NNGGH! I'M CUMMING!!" You let out, holding onto the adult male's biceps, but your pleasure is not long lived when you feel something wrap around the base of your cock, making you whimper as your climax got rejected. "N-No! NNYAH!" You moan in pleasure, but the noises was too much for Getou that he pulls your head by your hair and inserts his fat dick in your mouth to cover the irritating sounds coming out of your mouth.
"Didn't actually perceive you as a person who likes noisy bitches like this slut, Toji." Getou comments as the male starts to fuck your mouth without even giving you a proper warning, holding onto your throat with one hand. "Hm, fuck. Well, I say this one's a little different. Bitch knows how to use his mouth." He said, howling in pleasure when you start twirling your tongue around his thick rod. Getou pushes his head back, letting Toji's thrusts be a moderator to your head sucking his cock.
"Careful boys. I still haven't had my turn yet." Gojo stated, pushing down the glasses he had on a little as he smirks, finding your fucked up state a total turn on. It is as though you are purposely seducing him, which you are. You tap on Getou's thigh to signal him that you wanted to say something, the male groaning in annoyance as he pulled out.
"S-Sir Gojo, my ass still feels empty even w-with sir Toji's cock in me." You said, which made Toji stop his movements, his pride being stepped on at your words. He lets out a dark chuckle, dropping his head low. "Please, fill me up, sir Go—AAH!" You're cut through your words when Toji suddenly starts fucking you roughly, practically just vibrating in your place.
"You fucking slut! You could have just asked Gojo, not say shitty words and hurt my ego." Toji grunted in anger, using you to let his frustration out. I mean you are the reason he is angry right now, so you basically deserved getting your brain completely fucked out.
Gojo stifles a laugh before he joins you, Getou, and Toji in bed. "Don't worry, hon. We'll have our own little fun time once their done with you." Gojo smirks, before he got out of the bed and moves towards his own room, leaving you to be a mess with his co-teachers.
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nishikiace · 7 months
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Request:
ftm!toji being found and taken in like a stray by dom!m!reader
reader treating him like royalty and allowing him to live far from his previous job of killing
(chubbier dadbod toji due to his new lifestyle)
some breeding kink to get him pregnant with megumi
anon im so sorry i accidentally deleted your request by fucking up my draft 😭 im literally stupid 🥴 those who saw it posted incomplete and broken, no you didn't
tysm for requesting it, i enjoyed writing it too much as u can tell.
ftm! bottom! fushiguro toji
Warnings: top!male!reader, dom!reader - amab anatomy, ftm!character - afab anatomy, nipple play, consensual groping, fingering, cunnilingus, breeding, creampie
p1 [p2] [p3 -tbc]
[masterlist]
you never thought that finding a bruised man asleep in the alley behind your house, would lead to you taking in a stray, rent-free..
(but you can't say you're complaining, you think, watching his dark shirt stretch across his fat tits as he yawns and stretches his arms.)
as much as I want to see this man bent over vacuuming my house and packing my bento, i doubt toji is a domestic god like that. but he more than makes up for it by bending over countertops, and giving you something better to eat every morning
waking up next to him is a soft affair. as youre making out with his sleep-swollen lips, play with his nipples and make his torso shake and curl into you. tease them all morning
and when he's making coffee for you before work, you should hug him from behind and sneak your hands into his tight shirt. grope the softness of his stomach and sensitive chest and kiss the back his neck. he doesn't outwardly react but his red ears and perking buds give him away. roll and pinch his nipples under his shirt while hugging him from behind and force him into a gasping nipple orgasm before you leave the house
weekends with toji are for spending time together too. bring him to the market to help you carry all the groceries with his wide biceps. lead him around with an around around his thin, firm waist, squeezing at the thick fat and corded muscles underneath. buy him flowers and feed him sweets, and when it's less crowded, slide your hand down to dip under his pants and hold onto the fat on his hips and ass
dilf-ication is real and it affects your loved ones
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coming home to see this man laying on your couch is better than any homecooked meal. you walk closer and kneel in front of his spread legs, palming him through his loose boxers and nipping at his broad thighs
spank his ass and slap his thighs just to watch them jiggle with all that extra weight he's put on, in the comfort of your home and bank account. pull off his boxers and hook his knees over your shoulders
"oh f-fuck," toji groans, feeling his thighs lock around your head as you blow a soft breath over his wet folds. "nghh, hurry up."
he grabs your hair roughly with one hand and buries your face in between his legs, his other hand gripping tightly at the sofa to arch more into your mouth. your lips brush against his swollen pussy and you begin licking broad stripes from his ass to his clit. reaching the top, you purse your lips around the nub and suck tightly
toji lets out a wrecked sound, feeling his insides convulse. taking advantage of the moment, you thrust your fingers deep into his gushing cunt and scrape your knuckles against his walls, thumb rubbing at his asshole and mouth worshipping his fat clit
"a-ah! oh shit!" his hand in your hair aggressively digs in to drag your face into his pussy harder with each raw wail and fucked out groan. slick is running down your face and staining the sofa, gushing out with every clench
you pull back slightly, catching his labia with your teeth and pulling before allowing your teeth to scrape over the hood of his clit. feeling him shudder, you pull back the hood and begin rapidly flicking your tongue on the exposed nub
toji swears with a shaky, high pitched voice and stutters into your face, thick stomach clenching and shuddering as he rides out his orgasm on your wet face. the noises he makes have you burying deeper for more
debauched and sweaty, this man is laid out on your couch like a king, thighs open and shining with spit, fat skin creasing between his thigh meat and hip bones that you want to bite on to
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toji has gotten too used to his domesticity and the security of his new life with you - he would want to lock it down. so he likes to lock his thighs around your hips when you fuck, to push your cock deeper into his womb, right before you can cum. the thought of you impregnating him feels so good he gets lightheaded. hold on to his belly when you breed him to really awaken that animalistic urge
a guttural groan leaves toji's lips as you set up a ruthless pace into his hole. his feet curl around your back and thighs twitch every time you slam back into his drooling cunt. you're filling him so thoroughly he can barely think
he's demanding, "fuck me harder" while his muscular body shakes in your grip. the sheets rustle beneath you and bed creaks and bashes into the wall with powerful thrusts. breathless groans and choking breaths leave his gaping lips and he just knows he will be bruised and swollen everywhere tomorrow
you switch to a staccato rhythm, skin grinding his clit and making him arch into you with a gasp. he's getting closer, eyes rolling back into his skull, feeling your cockhead kissing his cervix with a new pace
"s-shit, I'm gonna come!" toji moans loudly. his body tenses as a wave of squirt gushes around your cock. you bottom out your thrusts as he cums hard enough to rattle his body, walls milking you deep
"aah, m-make me fucking pregnant! fill me up!" you push your cum into his womb and claim his red-hot, swollen cunt
"nngh fuck!" he gasps, dizzy at the semen and squirt overflowing from his hole and bubbling and spilling out all over the bedsheets
"d-don't move yet," toji smirks once he catches his breath, hole fluttering around your cock. "I want it to take."
your bedroom forever has a dented wall you hide with the bedframe
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ejundo · 3 months
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★ . “friends with benefits… interesting…”
t✦ji fushiguro ⨯ ftm reader
★ — @ejundo
. warnings below .
use of: cunt, pussy, clit. purposely lowercase….
eating out, big dick toji. [dawg idk how to warning this stuff 🙁] — he cant pull out of a driveway. — aftercare!!!!!!!!!! :3 — inspired by this ai bot i found !! — UH ooc toji maybe?
breeding mention (sorta )
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he was extremely pent up.
it all started when he started taking up on these jobs, hell even the prostitutes and hookers from the streets couldnt please him enough… continuous one night stands with randoms and he was still pent up!
so when you asked to be ‘friends with benefits’ he had no choice but to accept it.
your first time together he actually for once felt relieved. you were a whole miracle to him…
so he had came back every few nights to use you and go along with his day.
even this night.
toji had came back late at night from a job, smelling of sweat and blood- or rather iron. he was knocking at your door, and as soon as you opened the door. he was just restraining himself from fucking you right then and there.
but, you denied it and forced him to head to the showers as you couldnt handle that atrocious smell of— sweat. and iron. it was a bad headache and it made you gag just being in his presence.
what surprised you about toji is that— he never commited himself to anything. it always surprised you when he came knocking at your door with a look of lust. you already knowing what he wanted badly. just surprising that he had always made his way back to you, despite all of his many one night stands. friends with benefits sure did have this effect.. devoting himself to you was… a change.
as you sat on your bed stripped of your pants. he had emerged from the connected bathroom steam making its way into the cold room, his body had droplets rolling down his large muscular back and his hair visibly damp. the lazily wrapped towel around his waist showing off his defined v line.
he slowly made his way towards your small figure staring down at you as you observed his body. he refrained himself from touching you, not until you gave him permission to do so. “happy?” he said in a low voice. a smile decorated on your face as you nodded “mhm, im super happy.” you nodded, your hands travelled to below your waist hooking onto the hem of your undergarments as you slowly slid it off your legs the wet speck of your juices shown on them as you threw them somewhere.
toji’s eyes flickered down to the discarded undergarments a smirk displayed in his face taking a step closer his presence overpowering the space around you. “arent you just ready for me.. hm?..” his voice raspy and filled with a mix of desire and need. he leaned down onto the bed his arms on each side of you, his breath brushed against your ear as he whispered. “im not holding back tonight, so you better be ready baby.” and with that, he snaked an arm around your waist pulling you flush against him. pressing his lips softly against your neck, his kisses alternating between gentle and teasing nips. “tell me bunny, what’d ya want me to do with you?”
you rolled your eyes, “toji, dont act all lovey dovey with me.. just fuck me already.” a smirk displayed on your face as you said that so smoothly. he grinned as he removed the towel that held onto his waist discarding it and throwing it off the bed. his dick twitching as he watched you open your legs slightly, taking in the sight of your leaking cunt. he laid you down slowly and swiftly moved his hands downwards, his hands trailed down your soft skin. his hands stopping at your thighs, he kneaded with them and squished them before lowering his head.
opening your legs and placing them into his shoulders, he gazed up at you. your eyes having a watchful gaze as a smirk tugged at his lips. “so soaking wet for me… just for me…” his tongue stuck out and gently caressed your clit, dancing and grazing your folds. a soft moan escaping your lips. your back arched as he sucked on it. “f..nghuck… to—ji…” your hand quickly held his head. gently pulling on it as he ate you out passionately. he opened his eyes and looked at your sweet expression, the pure bliss on your face as your chest heaved up and down.
“such a pretty boy… mm.. its a shame you dont have a boyfriend to spoil you… so pretty…” he mumbled, his large a calloused hands pulled away from your thigh and grazed your wet entrance. “shut…up—“ he prodded at the wet hole, and slowly inserted his digits. with a shake in your legs you arched your back with a choked out gasp. “toji!…” he grinned as your voice moaned his name.
adding another finger, it made you squirm. breath hitched as his fingers moved at a speed, plunging in and out of you. touch firm and demanding. his fingers curled in an attempt to find that sweet spot. you held onto the messy bed sheets underneath you, your toes curling as he grazwd over that sweet spot. he couldnt help but chuckle at the sight, his fingers still continuing their relentless assault to your sensitive spot.
“so cute when you’re flustered… all because of my fingers too?…i'll make sure you're too busy moaning to tell me to shut up." his fingers moving skillfully with percision manipulating your body to elicit the most pleasurable sensations. continuing to curl and abuse your sensitive spots.”fuck!!… toji— please..” “mhm… thats right baby.. tell me. tell me hiw badly you want me to fuck you, tell me hiw much you want my cock pounding into you, fill you up completely..” his voice laced with lust and dominance his gazed fixated on your flushed face. “please… i need you in me….fuck me please…” you said, eyes masked with lust, desire and need.
his eyes darkened with desire as he heard your plea, his own need growing with each second. withdrawing his fingers from your dripping wet heat. “how could i deny you?” he growled as he stood from his stance, revealing his throbbing erection, already slick with anticipation.
he climbed into the bed and positioned himself above you. his tip directly at your slick enterance, coating himself with your wetness. he locked his eyes with yours, as he slowly inserted himself in. feeling pleasure and pure bliss as he felt your warmth and heat welcome him. savoring the sensation he leaned foward wrapping his hand under your head as your hands held his back, slowly he started thrusting at an easy pace, and eventually he started picking up the pace. his hips meeting yours with powerful and relentless force, groans and moans soon enveloped the room.
continuous and incoherent babbling heard from you as your back arched with pleasure, one hand holding your waist as he plunged inside you. each thrust hitting deep within you, hitting that sweet spot that made you writhe with pleasure. needy pleas and his own pleasure building with every movement. you clenched around him indicating your own orgasm, twitching violently as you scratched and clawed at toji’s back your head thrown back as your body twitched with pleasure. “nghfuck!….”
tojis own climax was slowly approaching as his thrust became more messy and erratic hinted with a bit of desperate need.. and with one final thrust he released himself inside you.. feeling the warm seed dripping inside you, a hitched moan escaping your throat as you covered your mouth and your eyes shut close.. heavy pants escaping toji as he slowly pulled out of you, his seed escaping.
he faltered as moved slightly to an open space. of course still collapsing ontop of you. “you did so good bunny…” his hand travelled to pet your head slowly, a kiss on your neck and shoulder as he quickly regained his composure. holding you in his arms as he made his way towards your bathroom. with you resting in his arms he placed you onto the counter and wet a towel with warn water.. taking care of you and cleaning you thoughtfully.
“can we… make this official… toji.” you managed to mumbled out, your voice hoarse as you looked at him. he smiled softly at you, “yeah. sure, whatever.” he answered with a warm smile. placing a kiss onto your lips, passionate and warm.
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@ejundo . xoxo
:3….. so lets pretend i was here the entire time and totes not being a lazy slacker working for my own living!.. ^^.
crazy how i finished this story in AN HOUR. and i cant even finish my other ones in a day. crazy mc dazy!
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dabisbratz · 10 months
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𝒮𝒰𝒞𝒦𝐸𝑅-𝒫𝒰𝒩𝒞𝐻 ! — toji fushiguro x male reader
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w.c: 3.9k
warning: boxer!toji, size difference/kink, daddy kink, bottom!reader, manhandling, fingering, light feminization, light crossdressing ( ? ), unprotected sex, creampie, praise/degradation, oral sex, size queen ( king? )! reader, impact play ( slapping ), light choking, descriptions of violence (boxing) & blood, hair pulling, tummy bulge, spit, cliffhanger, breeding kink
sonny says..! a lot of ppl think tummy bulges in fics = skinny reader, but when i write them in s’not true for m’fics ! the reader has no body-type descriptions, it’s really jus that toji’s so big he makes one. your body is perfect the way it is, n fanfiction is !! not !! realistic!!
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Fushiguro’s got a thing for adrenaline.
It gets his blood pumping— literally and figuratively. It gets him bouncing from one foot to another before his match even begins, his body shakes with uncontrollable tremors and he has to grit his pearly teeth to keep them from chattering. He feels it coursing through his veins, thick and steady as it pumps through with each passing beat of his heart, and he’s never felt more alive.
It gets his heart beating. Loud and rushed in his ears as the sound joins cheering fans in their symphony, muffled by the doors that separate backstage from the ring. Yet he can still hear it, the loud, constant cheer of ‘Toji! Toji! Toji!’ bouncing off his eardrums and straight to his racing heart. It’s almost incomparable.
He knows you’ll be watching tonight, back at home surrounded by memorabilia that reminds you solely of him and his success— his accomplishments and trophies. But you’re the best of them all, his boy, sitting pretty by the sofa as you flick on the tv to watch your man take home another. To say he’s excited would be childish.
He’s over the fucking moon.
“Fushiguro,” It’s his coach speaking, something incoherent in comparison to everything else— the inky black strands of hair already sticking to his forehead, the sight of his veins cascading up his forearm just to reappear thick in his biceps, his freshly bandaged hands being painted with chalk. But he hears it anyway. The man is quick to whip his head to the side, an intense shadow in his lime eyes that has his support team shivering. “Not too much this time.”
Right. Because last time he’d let himself get a little carried away. It was the atmosphere of it all, hanging heavy in the air as he sent punch after punch after punch into the guy, one headshot after another. And sure, maybe he went too far, but at least he never went for the back of the head.
See, Toji considers himself a capable man. He’s big, he’s strong, he’s got it figured out whatever they choose to believe in him or not. And, in the long haul, he’s got it. He’s who the fans turn to, who the reporters question; he’s the headlining artist. He’s the one who gets the title, the belts, the awards, the boy. If his opponent can’t handle a few punches to the face, that's their fault for signing up.
“I got it.” He says, teeth peeking from his plump, pink lips until they’re on display, predatory. And he means it.
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The arena is big. A large stadium with an even larger venue meant to pack what looks like at least half of Japan’s population. Smack dab in the middle sits the ring, with black, padded turnbuckles and four crimson ropes. Getting thrown onto the ring ground feels like concrete, solid and rough on any skin that touches it. It’s unforgiving, it’s violent. It’s permanent, and every fight could well be Toji’s last.
But that might just be why he loves it.
His chest heaves violently, large intakes of air through his nose and out through his mouth as he pounds his gloved fist against his gloved palm. His lips part, salty and sheen with sweat as water squirts into his waiting mouth, dripping down his chin and cascading down his chest. He looks good despite it all— the bleeding lip and bruised cheek. It makes the scar on his lip look fresh, freshly split open, and he can’t help but prod at it with his tongue. In the crowd, you wonder if he feels as though it’s been reopened.
“Remember the formation,” It’s garbled through the shouting, the cheering, the pounding in his ears. He can’t quite remember anything, boxing just isn’t that type of thing for him. It’s not algorithmic, he doesn’t have to remember or practice a routine, it’s muscle memory. It’s natural. “You hear me, Scarface?”
“Loud n’ clear.” Though it’s gone through one ear and out the other.
It looks like he’s losing. He’s gotten a few good hits in, caused a few nosebleeds, but his attacks to the body just haven’t been cutting it. His opponent, the smug bastard of a man, with blond hair and woodsy brown eyes may not look as bad as Fushiguro does, but he looks just as tired. He can’t have that, no, not when you’re at home watching. Not when the jumbotrons are broadcasting in front of hundreds and thousands of fans.
There’s a pat on his back that has Toji jolting forward, more on his own volition, but if anyone asks he’ll blame it on that anyway. Because he feels it now, the pent up tenacity bubbling through his veins and straight to his fists as he bares his teeth and stares down his opponent. It’s not like he’s trying to look intimidating— Toji’s a big man. He towers over most, even if they’re in the same weight category. He’s just big, with broad shoulders and an equally broad chest. With a broad rib cage that dips at his waist and widens back at his hips, then travels down his thick, strong thighs and legs.
And, fuck, if his tired-looking opponent isn’t as strong. He throws strong punches that land square center, almost enough to have Toji stumbling. They’ve got matching, blooming bruises. Matching cuts, and Fushiguro swears if he has to watch the blond stretch between matches one more time he’ll knock himself out.
And then he hears it. He does, really— he knows it’s real because he’s fucking hard. His boy, his sweet boy, somewhere in the crowd chanting his name. The only name that ever leaves his lips, sweet as honey whether it’s being moaned or screamed— whether it’s serious or in a fit of boyish giggles. You’re watching. In person. . . In the stadium, you’re watching.
Toji’s cock twitches in his shorts and he’s never felt more grateful for protective cups in his life.
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When he walks through the door the air changes.
There’s a small murmur of ‘I’m home, pretty.’ that’s deep and gravelly, accompanied by the sounds of duffel bags falling to the floor with a sharp thud. Toji’s hands look so big as he runs them through his hair, freshly bandaged and flexing effortlessly. How rough would they feel against your ass. . ? You can’t help but imagine his strong hands squeezing and groping your body, his palm cracking down on your ass as he holds you still by your waist alone.
He must catch onto your presence by the hitch of your breath, because the moment he opens his eyes they’re on you. You feel like prey, blinking rapidly as you watch him stalk over despite still wearing his shoes. He’s going to eat you alive, you’re sure of it, his green eyes narrowing as he tugs on the collar of his black compression shirt.
“Hi.” You start, unsure of what to say. It always comes naturally to you— talking to your boyfriend, his overwhelming presence, being able to talk to him despite how intimidating he seems. But now he’s got you stumbling over your words, staring at you in thick silence that makes you want to bury your face in his chest until he says something.
His eyes slowly roam your body, taking in your clothes with a sharp intake of breath through his teeth.Your legs feel like jelly, of course they do, wobbly and malleable and suddenly cold because of all the breeze they’re getting. Right, you’d rushed home to put on your prettiest outfit— a reward for the man. For the champion.
Though pretty might not be the word for it. Sure, it is, but skimpy is much more appropriate. With lace and ribbons and garters on each of your thighs, you’re a sight for sore eyes. The prettiest boy he’s ever seen, leaving little to his imagination (not that he needs it anyway, he’s seen you naked a thousand times over) and stumbling over your own legs with his gaze alone. It makes him want to pull out his phone and replace his lockscreen (already you, but much more innocent). Toji tilts his head to the side, a sharp grin growing on his handsome face.
“This all for me? You shouldn’t have.”
Whether it’s subconscious or not, watching his pink tongue dart out to wet his lips makes you swallow down a whine, squirming where you stand. Your boyfriend, big as ever, bends at his waist to fully tower over you, emerald irises darkening with something that has your stomach twisting and lurching. He’s seen it then, his very first gold medal adorning your neck.
“Toji!” You squeal, chirping in his ears as he whips you around and backs you into a corner. So cute, you look so cute wearing one of his medals. It adorns your pretty neck and glints under the light, his name encrusted into the gold. Like a collar, of sorts.
“Pretty baby,” He purrs in response, swapping the names with his fist curled around the medal, pulling you closer. The grin etched across his face shows nothing but pride, swelling in his chest and glinting over his sharp teeth. “What’d I say about comin’ to my matches?”
You swallow down the lump in your throat, shaking your head before he stalks forward to close the gap between your lips. Fushiguro still tastes vaguely of metallic blood, but his busted lips are just as soft as they were this morning. They’re much more rushed, not as slow or smooth as before— but now he has a goal. His tongue is quick to slip into your mouth, wet and silky in your mouth, enough to have you moaning before he even starts. His hands creep up your body, large palms pressing against your throat until his hands find your hair and tug.
With a gasp you’re immediately brought back, blinking away unshed tears as your hand reaches for your boyfriend’s thick wrist, “Ow! You—”
“I asked you a question, didn’t I?”
Yeah. Well, yes, he did. And you have an answer, you always do. Always have something to say, something that keeps his eyes glued to your pretty lips. Something smart, sometimes, that has the man ready to shut you up with a mouthful of his cock.
“You said,” You huff, bratty as ever, wrapping your hands around his wrist. Your fingers don’t meet, he’s much too big, and you’re sure your grip feels like an ant crawling up his forearm. “Not to, because,” Another tug. “ ‘It distracts you.’ ”
“Right,” He sounds noncommittal, eyes focused on the contractions in your throat as you swallow down your whines. The fist in your hair turns as a gentle palm, flattening against the back of your head as he holds you still. Your man smells faintly of musk and disinfectant— it makes you want to swoon. To drop to your knees and mouth at the fabric of his sweatpants until his dick— it’s yours though, really— is lined up against your cheek and his pre is dribbling down your face. “You distract me.”
“Am I. . .”His hand is on your chin now, lifting your gaze until you’re standing on your tiptoes. Always been so big, so strong, pressing his thumb into the plush of your cheeks with a bit more force than necessary. Your breath is caught in your throat, and your voice comes out breathy and soft and small, “M’I distracting you now, Daddy?”
There’s a sound akin to a purr the second he hears it, the title sweet as saccharin on your lips. Jet black bundles of hair swish and sway as he shakes his head, somewhat ignoring the question as his hands travel past your waist to grope and squeeze at your ass. Soft, squishy. You’ve always been so soft, so little in Toji’s grip, his pretty boy.
But you’re even prettier when your holes are stuffed full and stretched open. You’re even prettier when the sets you’ve put together are ripped and tattered on your body— when you’re a mess of sweat, and spit, and cum. You’re easy to move around— most are easy to be moved by Toji, but you especially.
You’re obedient when it counts, and the second he’s pushing your knees down to the floor you’re opening your mouth.
“Whose mouth is this?” Your brain is foggy but you know the answer to that one. You do, you do, because it always ends in cum down your throat and an array of ‘good boy’s whispered into the air. There’s a rustle of fabric as he fishes his cock from his sweatpants, no longer a large, girthy dickprint twitching under the cotton. Now it’s in his hand, hot and curved and leaking.
Daddy squeezes at his cock, his large hand sliding into a fist that clamps down around the thick, rose gold head, then sloooowly back down to the thick, pulsing, veiny shaft. You want his cock inside, stretching past your rim and splitting you open while you cry and whine over how big he is, you want his cock sliding inside until he fills you up with his sticky, hot cum— so much so it feels like you’re dying, being held down on his cock while load after load is released into your hot hole. He spits down onto it, saliva thick and runny, collecting at the tip until it’s smeared down to the base and mixing with his pre.
“S’yours, Daddy,” You're gasping around the sticky head of his cock, catching the leaking precum on your tongue as he taps it against your lips. It’s bitter and salty, but thick and invasive in a way that makes you feel properly owned. “Yours to fuck, gonna cum down m’throat, Daddy? Want. . . Need you to, wanna feel you shoot on m’tongue.”
“That—fuck— that mouth. . . A’course it’s. . . mine..” He trails off above you, and if you can think, you think you can barely breathe. You’re trembling against his strong thighs, struggling to form words around the jumbled and garbled moans leaving your mouth as Toji’s fingers rub in smooth, slick circles against your entrance. You don’t remember him having lube, but you can’t complain when his fingers feel so creamy rubbing your hole.
If you can think, you think you can barely breathe. You’re trembling against his strong thighs, struggling to form words around the jumbled and garbled moans leaving your mouth as Toji’s fingers rub in smooth, slick circles.
He appreciates the easy access.
You’re sure if he lets go you’ll fall straight through the floor, knees trembling, a needy puddle. And maybe you’re crying, sliding off his cock with wet pops and sticky whines— you’re not entirely sure. All you can hear are Toji’s groans, his grunts of ‘goodboygoodboygoodboy’ as his other hand squeezes around your throat so it tightens around his thick cock. That and his big fingers playing with your hole, swirling and sinking and teasing your mushy walls until you’re fluttering around the digits and letting out pitiful, bitchy whines.
You’re burying your face against his dark pubes, swallowing hard around his dick with thick, sloppy gags that have you coughing against his balls. Whatever Toji’s saying, it’s earned you a tender pat to the back of your head, sweet and light in comparison to his rocking hips that make you jolt back and forth. Your knees dig into the wood, but you don’t necessarily mind it. It's grounding, and you can focus on the drool pooling between your knees as he bends at the waist to finger you.
“. . .want it in here?” There’s a snap of fingers that makes you blink away the edges of fogginess clouding your judgment, and you find yourself being pulled free from his musky cock. Your throat is empty, you’re empty, and you can’t help but press your face into his spit-slick thigh. But there’s a tap to your cheek, a big palm cracking down on the fat of your face, and now you’re much more alert.
“Uh. . .Huh?” You blink away the emotional whiplash, leaning into the now gentle, bandaged thumb rubbing circles against your cheekbone. Then his hand moves lower, past your jaw to collect the ribbon of his medal where it hangs from your throat, and pulls.
“In here, baby,” There’s emphasis on his question with his fingers pounding into you enough to make your toes curl, and your eyes roll back as the digits press against that sweet, jammy bundle of nerves. “Want Daddy’s dick in here?”
You’re not sure whether to pout or nod. You’ve missed an opportunity for his load down your throat, but it’s even better when it’s in your tummy. It’s Toji’s night, decidedly, and it seems you’ve made your choice when you hear yourself whine, “Yes, Daddy. Please!”
You’re not sure how you got here, how fast he’s maneuvered you— back against the wall and knees over his big, broad shoulders— but you’re not complaining. There’s a light buzz in your hips, so you assume he’s picked you up, weightless in his arms, and folded your legs over his arms.
“S’big, s’so so big, Daddy, fuck,” You’re crying into your forearm as Toji holds you still by the neck, his other hand running up and down your tummy. It’s soothing just as much as it is hot, it doesn’t take much for his large hand to roam over your body. But it can’t make you stop whimpering at the feeling of his dick splitting your tiny hole in half. “Not gonna fit— it can’t.”
“It’ll fit. it’s fit before, hasn’t it? Y’have a greedy hole on you, baby.” You’re gasping and trembling with his cock sliding in and out of your opening, sticky lube pooling along with it and connecting his tip to your boyhole. He feels so big, so thick and hot when he taps it against your hole, barely breaching the tiny gape of your shy hole. “And if not we’ll just have to make it fit, won’t we?”
“Yeah, yeah. . .” You breathe, staring up into his eyes with a fucked-out smile. Toji— Daddy—looks so good, so handsome and strong as he offers a scarred smile back. “Can make it fit. Can take it.”
You hiccup, overwhelmed tears streaming down your face as you reach past your thighs to spread the globes of your ass open wide, your pretty hole slightly gaping and winking at his cock. There’s a breathy groan in return, deep and shaky as Toji takes the opportunity to slip past your rim,, past the burning stretch of your fluttering star that sucks him deeper and deeper into your slick, gummy walls. “Wanna feel you for days, wanna get so full, think it’ll take, Daddy? Your cum?”
“Fuck,” He moans, gruff and throaty at the implication. Breeding you, his cock-hungry boy, until you’re full of his cum and unable to move. Until you’re a daddy. “If it doesn’t we’ll just keep going until it does.”
Your hand clasps around the gold medal like a lifeline, eyebrows pinched as his long, thick cock stretches you open. The curve of his dick has you mewling, tears building in your eyes as your boyfriend fucks up into you, despite telling you to ride him. You don’t think you’ll ever get tired of it, the feeling of his cock splitting you open like he owns you, or the way his big hands press matching bruises into your hips.
“Open.” Your lips are already parted, hearty moans and whines leaving your mouth over and over. But you make the extra effort to stick out your tongue nonetheless, the wet muscle pretty and glossed over. And, much to your confusion, there’s a gentle kiss placed to the temple of your forehead before he’s hovering back over you.
“Good boy.”
A sloppy string of saliva falls from his lips, missing your tongue by a mile— instead landing on your cheek. It’s enough to make you flinch, a pitiful squeak of a sound escaping as your eyes clench and blink away confusion.
“Oh, I missed,” Fushiguro’s smile is fond and cruel. “Oops.”
You’re so whiny, lifting and rocking your hips as a pathetic attempt at fucking yourself full of cock. It seems you can go barely a few seconds without it, working your hips down the thickness of his cock even as you struggle to take it. His hand gathers the spit, a genuine smile splitting his lips when you move your head to suck them clean.
Such a good boy.
“Really workin’ for it, aren’t you?” Voice as sweet as it is mocking, lube gushes and trickles out with every tilt of your hips. The wet slurp of his dick goes makes you preen, body tightening as you tremble and shake. You’re speared on his cock over, and over, and over, again, and again, and again. It’s more like he’s using you as some sort of fuck-machine than actually fucking you, but it makes sense. Daddy’s much too big to bounce on, it’s easier if he uses you like a toy. It’s easier to keep yourself open, to welcome his cock inside your sloppy hole with the flutter of your lashes. “Good thing you got that medal on, really are the tightest cocksleeve I own. Deserve a trophy for it.”
You don’t have to imagine how deep he is, how far his slick cock reaches, because you can see it. Right there, in your tummy, his cock bulges big and pulsing. You thought feeling him twitch against your walls was enough to have you squirting along both your chests but. . . no. It’s his hand, big and veiny, pressing right into the bulge. Your eyes roll back until your back is arching off the wall— tummy pressed against his palm— and you’re cumming harder than you thought you ever could.
“Shit, did you—”
“C’mon, please. Inside me, Daddy. Please, please I want. . . I can’t, please.” It’s easier if you don’t think about it, it’s easier if you sit there, a tiny toy just barely able to take his cock. You don’t even process your voice as your own, letting your big boyfriend squeeze your hips and lift you on and off his cock until he’s twitching uncontrollably. Your hands ball into tight fists, eyes clenched shut as he uses your trembling hole.
“Barely even touched you,” His breaths are hitched and quick, eyebrows furrowed as he focuses on the slapping of his balls against your ass. So tight and warm, gooey and soft against his thick shaft— massaging his cock just right. You’re so good. “And you came. You’re so easy. So easy to get you dumb off cock, so easy to bounce you up n’ down. Best pussy I’ve ever had.”
“Wait, don’t—” The words are caught in your throat, lips pulled into a small ‘o’ was thick rope after thick rope of cum shoots into your tummy, flooding your senses and spurting from your tight hole. You feel soaked, slick and sticky as your boyfriend offers a few sharp, heavy thrusts. His eyes are glued down, watching his cum make slick bubbles and slide down his own cock, just to disappear back inside your perfect hole. You can’t swallow down the drool escaping from the seams of your lips, instead letting it fall down your chest until your head is falling forward.
“Aht-aht,” You’re pressed dead-center into his chest, burying your messy face between the warm skin. “I’m not done with you yet. Want Daddy t’make you a daddy too, don’t you?”
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thisistoji · 4 months
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choke up my mouth w ur cream😩
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s1ckh1mb0 · 16 days
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Cw//Gun play!
Getting in trouble with TOJI! and instead of then fucking you you’re told to suck his gun as if you would his dick. Him pushing your head deeper and deeper, fiddling with the trigger as tears fill your eyes. He can’t help but snicker at your poor attempt, your face all messy from the drool and tears the are covering your face🎀
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