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kintojii · 10 months
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no one talks about how obsessed toji is with your ass. don’t bend over when ur in-front of him. no because he’ll fuck u right there and then. he wants to drool when u wear those tiny ass shorts that are only a bit longer than your panties. he’s so mean when he just randomly spanks u :( so harsh too. “toji — leave me alone.” “eh, i was talking to your ass, not u dollface.”
when you guys are out in public, his hand placements are bold enough to scare men away. he thinks that his hands are made for him to touch your butt and he’d rather die than witness another man lay hands on his babies bum. oh and please sit on his lap and maybe grind on him, he needs his daily dose of medicine.
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angelltheninth · 4 months
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Toji Fushiguro Loves Making You Cry
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, rough blowjob, slapping, dacryphillia, hair-pulling, degradation, forced cum swallowing, rough sex, mean Toji, Toji is nasty in this
A/N: I don't know what possessed me to write this.
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Toji loves making you cry, but mostly during sex
He's always so rough with you that you can never walk without his help the next day
That way you need him to carry you around and you bet he's gonna keep his cock hard and warm in your pussy while he does it
Doesn't care how sensitive you are, you're his to have, to love, to break, to fuck, to use and you should know all of that well by now
He laughs in your face as you choke on his huge cock shoved deep down your throat
Orders you to take his cock deeper, to the balls, hell maybe he'll even shove those in your mouth if you don't make his cock come
You can't move away to spit the cum out and you can't wipe off the cum and spit either
Toji grabs you hard by your hair and pressed your mouth shut, his fingers under your chin until he hears the audible gulp
Then he pulls your mouth open to see if there's any cum left
No, that's what he likes to see from his cum toy
Always has to look you in the eyes when you start crying or tearing up, that's why while he loves to fuck you from behind he much more prefers the mating press
His cock gets in as deep as he wants and he can watch your eyes go from watery to full on crying as you inform him he's doing it too hard that you're close but unable to come because you can't focus on anything but how his cock is stretching your pussy walls
You'll come when he says so, and that alone is enough to make you cry, you've been getting fucked for what feels like hours and hours without proper release
That only makes you into a better whore for him
He has left marks on your cheeks from slapping you and sometimes it's a bit harder then but since you're a painslut you never back down
Hell you've been hit harder on missions, but then it's never about pleasure
With Toji it is, for both of you no matter how denied you are at first
To some you're fierce and to be respected as a Jujutsu Sorcerer but to Toji you're his pretty, nasty, good painsult who is ready to take anything in order to come
Oh how he loves you for that
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sujikuna · 1 year
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[ 18+ ] DILF IN TROUBLE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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"you look young. toji-san has another kid? i didn't know megumi had a sister."
SUMMARY. in which you learn about toji’s work wife . . . 
DILF COLLECTION. guide . . .
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one thing about toji is his aura, it's immense. of course, people will like him, he's fucking hot. who wouldn't want a man in his late 30s with a good build and that good of a face? you knew you had competition but you didn't they were this bold and . . . gutsy.
"is um, toji there? can i talk to him real quick?" you asked through the call.
toji's at work and you're taking care of megumi. the thing is, megumi has a vitamin plan that you forgot about, you can't let the kid just take the pills altogether, so you have to ask toji. that's why you're calling.
"toji's busy." she replies in a discourteous way which made you roll your eyes at her rudeness, but still you had to be polite, that's what toji taught you, "it'll only be quick, i just need to ask him a question."
you hear her groan through the other line, "fuck, do you need toji for everything? can't you do a thing by yourself? are you that fucking dumb?" with that she hung up. what the fuck.
okay, that's not cute. what the hell was toji doing that he can't answer a 5-minute call about his kid's' vitamins, you're annoyed, you wanna smack the shit out of that bitch. then you look at megumi who's watching tv in the living room.
"i couldn't reach your dad." you say to him sitting beside him, "uh . . . there was a quite problem." you start, "she told me he's busy." you say with a pinched expression, "you're irritated." he states looking at your expression, "let me guess, you talked to helen."
"helen?"
"my dad's coworker, secretary to be exact." the kid answers looking back at the show he was watching. "she likes my dad, it's quite annoying."
ohhhh she must be helen. then you hate helen.
"how do you know that?" you asked out of curiosity. "mhm it's obvious whenever she comes here, at the house, she acts like i'm her kid, she touches him a lot too."
who the fuck was she? his office wife?
"touches him . . a lot?"
then megumi sniggers, "don't worry, dad only likes you, he won't cheat, i can tell. I'm good at reading people." you narrowed your eyes to his words, "hey, i'm not jealous." you defended, "hmm i never said you were." he only chuckles afterward, he's really like his dad, he got this from him.
it's not your fault toji's assistant was a bigger bitch than you. now megumi can't take his vitamins. god, you feel bad now. how can you be good to him you can't even remember his kid's vitamin plan plus the kid's missing a vitamin.
hours past, it's now nighttime. he will be home. so you waited, waited, and waited for toji to come back. he said he'll be home by eight. megumi is now asleep in his room and you're in the living room waiting.
you checked, 9:03. goodness, gracious. the door opens.
"wow, there he is." you say groaning.
he gives you a look, "what's with you? you look gloomy." he says taking off his shoes and heading to the kitchen. no im back from work kiss? it is how it is.
you glare at his figure walking away, "i don't know toji maybe asked karen about my day." you sarcastic reply obviously annoyed. "karen? how do you know karen." toji responded quietly laughing at your tone. he asked about karen and not your day.
"thanks toji, my day was quite great." you then again sarcastically replied, he chuckles, "wanna do it?"
you can't believe him. this man and keeping his dick to himself. "no please, i'd like to sleep."
"oh?" he taunts.
"carry me to bed?" you plead. reaching your arms out to him as he approach you. "nah, my muscles can't handle you, sweets." he jokes making you narrow your eyes at him, it was in a joking manner. of course he would carry you. anything for his baby.
when you reach the bedroom he lays you down to the bed and he went to the bathroom to take a shower. it was a routine for him after work. you played with your hair as you waited for him to finished freshening up.
"long day at work?" you say starting a conversation.
"not really. it wasn't that busy."
that bitch lied. oh my god she's mean. so she really like toji. does she not know he has a girlfriend.
"i called you earlier." you finally confessed slightly laughing when you recalled the scene earlier when you called and how bad was it. "i didn't get the call." toji says as he got out of the bathroom sitting on the side of the bed.
"i know," you trailed off, "your assistant answered." continuing, "she's not that nice, toji."
your words make him snicker, "oh was she? tell me about it baby."
so you ranted to him. about her shutting you off when you just wanted to ask her a question. you even went off to saying sorry because you forgot about megumi's vitamins. and you told him about what megumi told you earlier about the girl liking her.
you groan, "god, she called me dumb! just for you to know that's how mean your secretary is."
"sorry baby, i was probably in the bathroom," he says assuring you, "i'll scold her tomorrow, yeah?" toji continued, "you okay, now?" you nod giving him a smile, "come here baby." toji says pulling you close to him for an embrace. it feels so warm being in his arms.
so everything went on, days went on, you already forgot all about it. toji made sure to answer whenever you call. you haven't seen each other since that day because of your class and his work. pictures and video calls were the only options. he invited you to a company party that the company he works with was having, you asked him a couple of times if it was really okay for you to go. he told you it was a friendly gathering and it's cool to bring a plus one. you said yes cause it was a chance of seeing him again.
the party was really formal, a typical company party and nothing like the college parties you go to, you felt so small being with these people they are quite older than you, "do i just sit here?" you questioned him awkwardly sitting in your place since you really felt uncomfortable not knowing anyone here.
"i'll just talk to a few people, then come back." he says planning to leave you for a while to talk to his coworkers which made you feel uneasy because he's leaving you alone in a party where he's the only one you know. "can i do that, sweets?" he says asking for your approval which you nod in response, "good girl." stating before leaving a kiss on your forehead.
so you sit there, you play with your plate to kill some time while he's gone. after a few minutes, an unfamiliar woman sits on the chair in front of you where toji was sitting earlier.
"you look young. toji-san has another kid? i didn't know megumi had a sister." she randomly says just after sitting down.
what the fuck. the karen bitch is this woman. the voice, you recognize her voice. the annoying rustic voice of this woman. so this is her.
your eyes roll at her claims. toji's kid? megumi's sister? you don't know if she's playing with you or she's just dumb. but you know better than to lash out. toji taught you better than to act like a bitch.
you give her a taunting smile, "not a kid, i'm toji's girlfriend."
her eyes widened you can see the panic in her eyes, "but," the girl starts to ramble, "toji-san's single." you look at her with pity, she's pitiful. toji doesn't like her, toji loves you and only you. you were supposed to say something but you got cut off when toji appeared behind you and she hurriedly got off his chair.
"is there a problem?"
she quickly shakes her head, "no! i'm just entertaining her, she looked lonely." liar. toji only gave her a look and hum making this her cue to leave.
"one more time, toji." you say in a low voice so only he could hear it, "i swear she's annoying the shit out of me." crossing your arms in front of your chess and giving him the 'i wanna kill that bitch' look, toji only laughs, "she didn't do shit."
"single? she told me you're single." you scoff. "is that how it is? am i single?"
he didn't answer instead he grabbed your hands dragging you away from the crowded party. he led you to the bathroom. women's bathroom. "pull your skirt up and remove your panties, bent over on the sink. quickly." he glances at the door checking if it's locked and then stands behind your figure facing your back as he takes off his pants and boxers.
he spits in his palms and he rubs it in your unclothed clit, he massages it before putting his member in. too fast, he's too big. "toji! it's not wet enough!" you almost scream for help but then you realize that it was a public place. he's acting impulsive.
"i'll make it fit. watch." he grabs a handful of your hair making you face the mirror, "i said watch."
he starts with just the tip, it really can't go in. you are now biting your lips to contain the lewd noises coming out of your mouth, "calm down, will you? if you continue to fucking clench I'll really rip you open."
how the fuck do you calm down. one second, you're enjoying the party, another second, your having a petty argument with his secretary and now he's pushing himself inside you in a public bathroom.
he continues to push his member in until your part gave in. he started with slow thrusts, it hurts because of how big he is. but the pain was washed away when it started to hit the spot he loved. "fuck, ya feel good?" he asked picking up his pace and grabbing your hair tighter pushing you closer to him. you nod in response to him as you try your best to suppress your moan.
you shiver as he pushes deeper, you grab on the edges of the sink to support your weight, "— fuck more." he groans smacking your ass, and when he started moaning you knew he was close. he kisses your shoulders as he started pushing way harder, "fuck, right . .  there." you sob as his thrust starts to get sloppier he whispers, "im close, baby. cum. cum with me, baby."
with one last thrust he pulls out, and you feel cum dripping down your legs. "let's continue later, eh." he says laughing at your figure, "you tired? that fast?"
"boy shut up, you can't keep your dick to yourself that you can even warn me we're having a quickie?"
"sit here." toji taps the top of the sink signaling you to sit, he then grabs toilet paper and started cleaning you up. "this is the fastest i came. i think." he randomly says making you chuckle, "is it because you're getting old?" you joked.
"shush kid, you love my dick." he gives you a quick kiss before throwing away the tissue papers. "toji — my panties."
he glances at your underwear and he grins, "mine." he says proudly as he puts them in his pockets laughing at you. "oh my gosh, old man give them back! can't go out without panties."
"we're leaving soon, sweets. let me have my price, i fucked you good." he answers, "now c'mon fix yourself let's go back." with that he got out of the bathroom, and you assume he was waiting outside the room. when you finished, you immediately got out and to your expectations he was waiting outside.
toji gave you the sweetest most sinister smile ever because little do you know the reason why toji did that is that he know's that bitch you hated was in one of the stalls. he wanted to let her know that you were his. and that he'll prove it to anyone. he gave her the vip treatment by fucking you while she was in the same room. he knew she wanted to burst out the door the moment you moaned. that's why he did it extra sweet this time. he gotta make a good show for a special audience.
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a/n: i beg u to not let this flop omg
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g3tosugu · 2 months
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mornings are nice
fushiguro toji x f!reader
warnings: mentions of sexual activities but nothing explicitly happens, you're megumi's mom in this(warning?)((maybe it should be that kid is a shithead lmfao))
wc: 615
a/n: can u tell i didn’t know what the fuck to title this lmfao anyway this is short and sweet i think it turned out cute c:
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Toji winced as he opened his eyes to the blinding light of the sun peaking through the curtains. He groaned in annoyance before shifting to his other side, instinctively going to put an arm around you. But when his arm reached where you should be, there was nothing. The bedroom door was left wide open and something in him panicked. The house was silent and you were gone with not only the bedroom door open but he could see Megumi’s nursery door was open as well. He quickly jumped to his feet and ran to Megumi’s nursery within the blink of an eye. The sight of you sitting in the rocking chair beside Megumi’s crib holding his sleeping form forced a sigh of relief out of him.
Your eyes were closed and you looked so peaceful. He could stare at you for an endless amount of time. A fond smile spread across his face. Megumi began to wiggle in your arms, causing you to open your eyes to check on him. “Toji? When did you wake up?” you stood from the chair to place the baby in his crib. “Just a few minutes ago. Saw you were missin’ from the bed with the doors open and got worried” he walked over to place a kiss on the top of your head.
“I’m sorry for worrying you”
“Don’t be. I love gettin’ to see you mother our kid”
Your face heated up a little, “I’ve never heard you say such things Toji”. “What can I say? Fatherhood has changed me” he chuckled. He pulled you into his arms and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You tangled your fingers in his hair as you giggled at the sensation of his stubble against your skin. “You’re awfully handsy this morning” you teased. Toji pulled away and you swore in that moment, the world stopped. The light from the window in the nursery highlighted all the best features on his face. Even in his oversized shirt you could see how defined his chest muscles were. How strong his shoulders are. His stubble was also very attractive to you. Toji didn’t really like how he looked with it personally. But the feeling of it rubbing against the inside of your thighs…
“You’ve got that dumb look on your face” Toji broke your train of thought. “Wh- Hey!” you punched his chest, “What’s that supposed to mean?”. “Normally when you have that look it means you’re thinkin’ real hard about somethin’” he pointed out. And he wasn’t clueless to the way your eyes spaced out on his lips and body either. He moved one of his hands to the back of your head to grab some of your hair. “If you got somethin’ you want from me,” he gently pulled your head back by your hair to get to the sweet spot on your neck, “Just take it sweetheart”. “Toji…Not right here” your voice came out almost like a moan. “Where do ya want me then?” he laughed. God his laugh was so hot.
Much to both yours and more-so Toji’s dismay, Megumi began to cry and stir. Toji backed off of you with a frustrated grunt, “Seriously, kid?”. You laughed your husband’s frustrations off as you picked your baby up. “I’m sorry baby. I was giving daddy too much attention huh?” you joked. And just like that, you were exiting the room to head for the kitchen to start preparing your son’s formula. Toji sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. His head drooped down and he made eye contact with the raging boner in his sweatpants.
“I swear I’m gonna kick that kid’s ass someday”.
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chosos-mascara · 1 year
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wedding night
𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧
𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - after an arranged marriage to unite your clans, you're left alone in a hotel room with your new husband.
𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - arranged marriage (reader + toji), cunnilingus, pet names (sweetheart, baby), possessiveness from toji ("you're mine"), toji's described as big, reader submissive, creampie 1.4k words
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Toji threw himself down, mattress moving with the buoyancy of his body, pushing him upward only slightly before bowing with his weight. He'd unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt - blazer and waistcoat discarded long before the end of the night. You stood awkwardly, thumb caressing over the back of one hand for comfort. In this moment, you'd been thankful for the less interesting choice in bridal gown, an ivory slip dress for a more casual occasion - it had suited Toji's lax manner abundantly well. It must have been a characteristic your mother had predicted, or perhaps learned from the husband she had picked out for you. 
"Y're lookin' like a lost little puppy." Perhaps the first sentence your new husband had said to you. Most of the evening had consisted of interacting with families, the uniting of clans more important than the binding of two people. The Zen'in's had only agreed to allow your clan to ally with them if you would marry whom they'd viewed as their weakest - born with no cursed energy. Though as your eyes wondered over the rugged man before you, you'd been left to witness an aura like no other. From one glance at Toji, you'd felt he'd held more ability than any Zen'in you'd met that evening. 
"Sorry." You'd mumbled, gaze met with narrow green eyes. He'd made himself comfortable, laying back on the bed with his head supported by the thickness of pillows, black hair splaying onto the white sheets surrounding him.  "Jus' go get changed n take your face off - or whatever ladies do at night." Toji's eyes closed, an arm draping across his forehead. Glancing toward the bathroom, you'd did as he'd suggested, a white nightie packed neatly within the bag you'd dropped off earlier in the day. 
Even after washing up and changing, you hadn't wanted to return to the room in which Toji had laid. The realization that the man on the other side of these walls had now been bound to you by law, and by your families standards had some ownership over you had dawned deeply over your mind. The excitement of escaping your family had lifted, replaced by the dread of a man you'd never met before your wedding day. 
Toji had been closed off for the entire event, speaking only to those close to him, ordering the same glass of whiskey over the course of the evening. He hadn't appeared rude toward you, yet he'd not seemed too interested either. Hunched against the tiles, you were left with the question of what he'd expected of you this evening - the first night as a married couple. Sighing, you lifted a hand to the lock, deciding to push yourself into the unknown. With enough luck, the alcohol he'd drank would've lulled him into a peaceful slumber, in which you'd be able to mirror within the hour. 
"Thought you'd ran away." His voice had almost startled you when you'd opened the door. Toji now sat upright with phone in hand, eyes glued to your figure. It had been obvious where his gaze had landed, right over the peak of fabric that covered your breasts, small bumps over the perked nipples due to change in air. You hadn't expected him to look over you so nonchalantly, yet his attention had caused a twist within your stomach you'd appreciated. 
"And, why would that be?" The tone from your voice had been more seductive than you'd intended, though with his scan of your curves and clear interest in the nightgown you'd worn, part of you'd hoped he'd reflect the sultry aura.  "Took a long time is all." Toji shifted, finally locking his phone and placing it on the bedside table. When his hand had been left empty, it had immediately drifted down to his belt, resting over the top of his fly. The movements had drawn your attention to the area, noticing a larger bulge beneath the fabric. 
"Was getting ready for you." Lips curving upward, you placed one foot in front of the other, finally guiding your nervous body toward the bed he'd lounged within.  "Oh, really?" His voice had sounded distant as his focus remained only on your physical being, pushing himself away from the headboard when your body had finally met with the mattress beside him.  "Do you like it?" There was a slight need for validation even if you'd been aware of his answer, wanting to hear praise fall from his mouth. The scar over his lip contorted when you'd asked, a smirk forming when he'd finally lifted his eyes from your chest, meeting your own.  "I'm a man, after all." 
Lips connecting, you'd been left to taste the Zen'in you'd now called your husband. The first kiss shared with one another - a heated and passionate affair after a much too stressful day. In fact, it had been a build up over the past month that had driven both you and him insane - one that you'd finally overcome. Toji's difference from his family had given you faith that perhaps he'd been a good man - the opposite to most Zen'ins within his clan. 
Large hands were quick to glide over the silk as his weight shifted above you, legs spreading to accommodate his wide structure. He hadn't taken his time with the outfit, moving the skirt upward with aggression until you'd been left bare from chest down, exposed to the male above you.  "Couldn't like it that much if you're taking it off so quickly." There had been confidence behind your voice that Toji had admired, a fire ignited within him when remembering you were his to fuck all he'd pleased. A bratty woman had some appeal behind it, a challenge to guide you into submission.   "Prefer you bare." His words were spoken against your stomach as his tongue met with your skin, licking and nipping over flesh and allowing goosebumps to trail behind his touch. Toji's breath was hot against you, tickling you as he'd made his way over your core. Unlike the haste with uncovering you, he took his time in lowering himself to reach between your thighs, leaving your heart to race in anticipation.
Finally, his face had halted, tongue pressing to you entrance and gliding a stripe upward, a low hum from your lips as he'd began to taste you. Toji had been eager once relishing in your flavor, swirls of his tongue as you'd been left to appreciate the work of his mouth. Leisurely, he placed middle finger alongside his tongue, moving the pad over you to move alongside his tongue, before finally drifting down and dipping into your already dripping core. Your hips had innately bucked upward, a languid grind against his face and whimper from lips as he'd drawn his finger in and out, another irrepressible moan when he'd added a second. 
The build up had began when he'd picked a pace, fluid movements of his wrist and mouth, soft sucks over the sweet bud that had him humming against your cunt in adoration. Your fingers had found their way to lace within his hair, a gentle tug to signify your pleasure pulling another sound from his chest.  "Close." The word uttered under your breath as your eyes had squeezed closed, a high pitched squeak from your body as you'd felt your high crash over you. Toji had chuckled against you, vibrations adding to intensity. 
Only when you'd fell limp to the bed, whines dying on your tongue, had Toji pulled back, a languid wipe over his face before unbuttoning his trousers. He hadn't given you a chance to look before lining himself with your wetness, a jolt from your body when feeling the head of him run along your folds, a hiss flowing between his teeth when finally stretching you over him.  "Gonna take it all, sweet thing?" His whisper had caused tingles to prick over your spine, a slight burn when he'd pushed deeper into you. When adjusting to size you'd thought it better you hadn't caught a glimpse of his length before he'd entered you. 
Slowly, he rocked his hips, mouth latching over your neck and sucking to leave a mark. One large hand grasped over your chest, fingers wrapping around as he'd squeezed harshly over a breast. "Such'a good girl." The deep tone had ricocheted from the base of your neck as his face had nestled between shoulder and throat, another roll into you. The initial pain had subsided and you'd felt yourself relaxing beneath him, each rock causing his lower abdomen to glide over your cunt, kissing the surface of your clit. You'd ran teeth over your bottom lip, a shudder over skin when contact had been made.  "My fucking good girl." Toji's possessiveness had been apparent, yet it hadn't scared you. When he'd groped and squeezed over your body, marking you and claiming you as his, you'd been left in enjoyment rather than fear. 
"'m all yours, Toji." The approval from your lips had him groaning against you, an excited bite over your skin as he'd pulled his face back, allowing himself to admire the woman beneath him. When your eyes had fluttered open, you'd been met with the same green orbs you'd caught only glimpses of throughout the day, pupils now blown out, skin prickled with heat.  "Say that again, baby."  "I'm yours, Toji." Hearing his name, he jolted forward, stomach sucking inward when feeling you wrap around his base and take him at full length. The movement had caused your mouth to drop wider in awe, eyes rolling upward.  "Fuck-" He drew back before pounding himself forward again, though this time his body had stuttered with the movement, a staggered breath from lips. "Take it-" Toji's instruction had been cut short by a guttural groan, head tilting back as he'd fucked his seed into you. 
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msbyslilbimbo · 4 months
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toji!!! with a piss kink who is so mean to you :(
he forces you to drink water bottle after water bottle, lemonade after lemonade, then only two hours later, when you try to sneak to the bathroom, immediately snarls at you "the hell you think yer going?"
"...bathroom?"
"i sure as hell don't remember telling you you could," he snaps, standing up and stomping over to you. you cower at his raging dominance, but you can't help but moan as he grips your chin in his meaty fingers and dragging your face closer, "in fact... you don't piss until i tell you to."
memories flood back at the last time he made such a command, and you whimper in distress and try to talk despite the smooshing of your cheeks, but all he does is smirk, "that's not a negotiation, brat."
"toji no please-"
"don't make me repeat myself."
and that's where it's left. you, whimpering and caught under his feet the entire day until he takes mercy.
there seems to be no mercy for you. you're not even sure if this isn't a punishment anymore, his cruelty is harder than it has been in weeks, and you're not even sure what you did.
when you're cuddling, a warm hand rests on your bladder, massaging slightly while you squirm in discomfort. when youre play wrestling, his hands dart under your arms and tickle you furiously, and you physically have to cross your legs in between shrieks to make him stop- which he almost doesn't in time, and you nearly sprayed the couch with everything your body holds.
close. too close.
and it continues for hours- drinking, massaging, another form of stimulation. drinking, massaging, another form of stimulation.
this is it. this is the time you're going to piss your pants. you're positive.
"'c'mere babygirl," he finally calls, and you shift over as quick as you can despite your circumstances. you give him a set of puppy eyes and he looks you up and down. he smirks, "you look so defeated. is not letting you piss yourself really so bad you could cry? is that it?"
"you're so mean," you whimper.
"you don't even want to know how mean i can be, dollface. knees." his dark eyes flick at the floor, and you take a grounding breath and slowly sink to your knees in front of him. "i am impressed though," he confesses. "i thought for sure you'd've safe worded by now."
"i can't hold it anymore," you sniffle, stuck to the floor in fear of relieving yourself when you try to stand.
he gives you a dramatic sigh and steps forwards, making direct eye contact with you as the toe of his shoe kicks your knees apart. his shoe then makes the signals in your brain process on hyper drive and presses firmly, hard against your swollen bladder, nestled between your legs.
you sob. he smirks.
"pee. now, before i change my mind." the foot presses deeper, your bladder literally sloshes.
"i c-ant-"
"let it out, babyface."
"toji it hurts please-"
the foot on your bladder pressed harder, and you physically can't stop it. you let out an embarrassed wail and bury your face in your hands while you cry softly, the warm fluid slowly trickling past your pussy lips, over your thighs and onto the floor and into the gaps if tile. you can't even begin to try and look at him, so self-conscious and warmed by your own urine that slowly turns cold under the chill of night.
it takes minutes, literal minutes for the piss to stop dribbling from you, and the whole time, toji says nothing, merely watching your quivering frame on the floor and listening to the dripping of your fluids.
once you're finally done, you hear footsteps slowly approach and scoop you up, pressing a kiss to your temple and walking you down the hallway. you can't even imagine looking at him right now, completely withdrawn from his attentions. you're embarrassed, you're cold, and you would hate him, if you didn't love the praise he whispers in your ear afterwards.
"gets hotter every time," he assures, nudging the door of the bathroom open with his knee and placing you in the tub. "get undressed while the water warms up, i'll be in to clean you in a sec."
and you whimper and slowly remove your clothes, turning the knobs to let the cold water fill the tub before transforming to warm. in the other room, you hear him opening cabinets to clean your mess, and you let a shaky exhale out as you pile your wet clothes and pull the stopper on the tub.
for as feral as toji can be, you can't ignore the thump of arousal that brews as he cleans just a few rooms over, an arousal he'll degrade you for but ultimately relive you with.
you'd be lying if you wanted it another way fnfjfdnkwdjw
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dollfacefantasy · 18 days
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Time to Kill
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pairing: toji fushiguro x fem!reader
summary: during a night out at a club, you bump into a bounty hunter who has some time to kill.
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, heavy dub-con, p in v, fingering, degradation, size kink, public sex, biting, mentions of murder, violence, death, guns, crime, etc.
word count: 4.2k
a/n: i will be back to RE after this i just wanted to try something new :) reblogs and comments mean the world <3 for @nexysworld and @kaitkatme cause they put me on jjk and i love them.
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“Watch it, bounty hunter,” you scoff, eyes shooting a glare up at the guy who bumped into you and nearly knocked you down.
He returns your sneer with his own, staring down at you with condescending irritation. The fact that he towers over you is almost enough to make you regret the jab, but you bank on being in a crowded nightclub to keep you safe.
His hair hangs down into his eyes, making it harder to see his expression in the already dark hall. Regardless, you feel his gaze raking over your curves before fixating on your face.
“Maybe you should watch it, princess,” he responds. Even his voice sounded skeevy. 
The unaffected smirk on his face doesn’t elude you either despite the dim lighting. You roll your eyes and snake past him, brushing the confrontation off in hopes of still enjoying your night. Your first move is going back to the bar and downing a few more drinks. Then you make your way back to the main area to dance.
Your hips sway to the blaring music while the lights overhead bathe your skin in a red tint. The music pounds in the ground beneath you, up through your legs and into your heart. You let your head fall back and get lost in the sound of the drums. Everyone around you seems to be doing the same, bobbing to the rhythm. A sea of strangers moving together.
But as all that happens in your vicinity, you can still feel a set of eyes on you. You sense that same gaze from the hall, watching you as if you were prey ready to be pounced on. Acting as if you’re still moving purely to the song, you twist your head to the side and look around. As you expect, you catch his focus and with him in a brief stare.
You keep moving though, trying to ignore it. Maybe he was still pissy. Maybe he was bored. Either way, it really wasn’t any of your concern. He was none of your business beyond the altercation in the hall. And in your defense, you didn’t even actually know that he was a bounty hunter. You’d only heard rumors about him, the guy with the scar on his lip. He just had that look about him.
It didn’t really matter. The liquor was starting to get to your head. You felt less stable on your feet as you moved your body in between the others making up the crowd. Everything was bright and loud, the seams on your top were scratchy, and your head was swimming.
You begin pushing through people, stumbling towards the bathroom as you need a reprieve from all the action. Your attention is on not tripping or breaking your ankle in the tall shoes you wore, so you don’t notice his figure slithering through the room alongside you.
You walk down that same hallway you’d run into him the first time. Teetering back and forth, you push open the bathroom door. Two stalls stand opposite from the door with a mirror and a set of sinks next to them. You shuffle in towards the countertops, both palms landing on the cool surface. There’s red neon lights in the bathroom too. You have to squint while staring at your reflection. 
As you glance over yourself, you realize your sleeve is slipping off your shoulder, and your skirt is a little twisted out of place. You adjust your outfit before leaning closer to the mirror for further inspection. You’re shimmery with a light sheen of sweat, but there’s nothing you can do about that right now. Instead you pull out your lipgloss and swipe it across your pout with a few lazy strokes.
You’re busy tending to your appearance when the door behind you flies open. Your eyes flit to the reflection of the man who walked in. It was that guy. He looked even larger in the confined space of the bathroom. The red lighting shines directly on him, highlighting how his arms bulge as they emerge from his shirt, the way the fabric sits tight on his defined torso. To be real, he was starting to grow on you. But that must have been the drinks talking.
“Wrong bathroom, dumbass,” you say with a roll of your eyes. The drinks were responsible for that line too, dulling the fear that would have overtaken your nerves earlier.
“The other bathroom doesn’t have you in it, does it?” he asks, slipping inside and letting the door shut behind him.
He’s still against the wall parallel to the mirror. You eye him curiously, not making any sudden moves. In sober circumstances, you would be absolutely terrified. Your heart would be pounding, vision blurry, and hands shaking with anxiety at the prospect of a strange guy cornering you in the bathroom. But right now, you just had a muted uncertainty in the pit of your stomach.
“What do you want with me?” you ask, attempting to seem unamused, “Did I hurt your feelings?”
“It’s cute that you think that’s even a possibility,” he responds.
A smirk rises on his face as he steps closer to you. You can nearly feel his body against your back. His face remains clearly visible in the mirror as he stands at least an entire head higher than you. It was obvious from the start, but at this proximity, it was impossible to escape how big he was. Chills erupt across your skin as his hands coast up your arms and rest on your shoulders.
“You weren’t far off the mark before anyways,” he says.
You try to shrug him off, but his hands stay firmly in place. His eyes are locked onto your body, his current target. You were getting a little more jittery, but it wasn’t totally out of fear. Your fingers fumble as you jam your lip gloss back into your clutch.
“You didn’t answer my question,” you reply.
Beyond the strange mixture of emotions inside you, this conversation begins to grow annoying. Remarks that brush past each other instead of making direct hits. And he’s still so fucking smug. It's grating. Apparently your displeasure is visible since he chuckles and runs his fingertips down your jawline.
“Aw, look at that face,” he mocks, fingers coming up to hold your jaw, “Good to know you’re cute while pouting too.”
“What do you want?” you ask with more anger. You try to pry his hand away from your chin, but his grip is tight. There’s no getting it off.
“Impatient,” he chides, though his eyes don’t hold any irritation, “I just thought I’d check on you. Isn’t really safe for a girl like you to wander off all alone. Someone may want to take advantage.”
You try to turn around to push him away, but his hips have yours pinned to the countertop.
“Lucky for you, I have some time to kill before my real work starts,” he says.
His other hand drifts up to your chest, digits lightly dragging over your right breast, slowly moving closer and closer to the center. You hate your body in that moment for the way your nipples instinctively stiffen up beneath your top. Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to notice. Or at least he doesn’t point it out if he does.
“My nerves go crazy before a hit, y’know? I could use some stress relief,” he purrs in your ear, “Judging by how riled up you get, I think you could too.”
A shiver shoots up your spine while arousal simultaneously swirls between your legs. You glare at him through the reflection, but there’s no physical resistance this time. He was really growing on you now. He was pissing you off for sure, but it was starting to circle around to the point where you wanted to take out that rage in a more carnal manner. It doesn’t help when he continues speaking.
“The way you were dancing, I know you wanted someone to notice. Showing that tight ass off, just begging for some attention. Well, you have all of mine now,” he breathes, punctuating his statement with a light smack on your backside.
Heat creeps up your neck as he speaks. It was difficult to prevent yourself from being flustered in these circumstances, but you couldn’t just give in to this shithead. You had to still have some fight in you, right? Trying to keep your voice as firm as possible, you challenge him. “I don’t want it.”
With that simple statement, you jab your elbow back into his abdomen, allowing you to spin around. But that’s all you can do because he acts as if the move didn’t hurt him at all. His hand comes back to your jaw with a harsher grasp. Still despite the rough movements, he doesn’t seem to be bothered by your attempts at rejection.
“Too bad,” he states simply. He boosts you up onto the counter, using your neck as leverage. He slots himself between your legs to keep them spread and maintains eye contact the whole time. “Pretty little brat like you needs someone to show you your place.”
His hand delves between your thighs, pressing against your panties. He watches you closely as he strokes you over the fabric. You tense up a bit at first, a shaky breath exiting your lungs. It felt good obviously, but it was still weird. And on top of that, you couldn’t understand why he wasn’t just getting to the point and taking what he wanted.
He registers the confusion on your face and leans down closer to you. His breath fans across your neck. You can feel his lips brushing your ear.
“I’m not in a rush,” he says simply, “Got some time before my guy gets here. Rather play with you for a bit longer than wait around out there.”
He continues rubbing you through the cloth that separates your skin. He’s breathing heavier as he speeds up his movements, inhaling the scent of your perfume mixed with the liquor you’d both had. A breathy whine leaves you as his middle finger flicks over your clit. You hear him hum in approval before he lowers his head more and lays some sloppy kisses on your neck. He leaves some love bites, more to occupy himself than anything else. His teeth nip at the skin while his tongue laves over the mini bruises.
You’re starting to soak through your underwear. He knows it. He can feel it. The lacy fabric clings to your folds more, letting him feel more of you. A sharp puff of hot air comes from his nostrils, sending a chill over you as it hits the wet skin on your throat.
“You’ve been aching for this since your little tantrum, haven’t you? Probably could’ve fucked you right out there in front of everyone, and you wouldn’t have said a word. Except maybe ‘more,’” he says, his voice low and smooth with his own arousal.
“No,” you object out of instinct. Your words contradict the way your hips begin to buck against his fingers, itching for him to rip your panties off.
“Yes,” he chuckles, taking your hint and pulling the damp article of clothing down. 
His fingers slide through your wetness freely now. You sigh with some semblance of relief. Your head rests against the mirror, and you can only imagine the sinful image displayed in the glass right now. You spread open for this man who looms above you.
You shake your head lazily in response to him. Your already-intoxicated mind becomes less focused as the simmer of pleasure starts melting away the functioning parts of your brain.
“Yeah. Just tell me this. Do you do this often, or is it something special about me?” he mocks.
Your response is cut short as he slips two fingers inside you. You gasp at the stretch. You’re pretty sure you’ve had dick before that was the same size as this guy's warm-up. You spread your trembling legs wider for him as your teeth briefly sink into your bottom lip.
“Just shut up,” you whimper, eyes flutter closed as he massages your walls.
“If I had to bet, I’d say this is the first time. You’re all shaky for me,” he teases and gently laps at your pulse point, “And I can feel your heart ready to beat out of your chest.”
He was right about that. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, thumping through all of your body. Your cheeks burn as he continues pumping in and out of your cunt. You tighten up around him, eyes fluttering at the sensation between your legs. Your slick gathers on his fingers and drips down to the marble under you.
“It’s cute really, knowing you’re not always such a slut,” he goes on.
You whine, loud enough that it echoes around the bathroom. His fingers curl within you, leading you towards the edge. One of your hands is flat on the counter, keeping you up right. The other is clasped around his wrist, your nails forming little red crescents on the skin. They dig in harsher as he keeps speaking.
“Like you better when you’re quiet,” you say between mewls and moans.
“I’d say the same for you if you weren’t making all those cute noises,” he says and starts thrusting his fingers in harder, “Got an innocent little thing like you moaning like a pornstar for me.”
Your head spins as the noise of his fingers inside your pussy starts to fill the bathroom. Your ear rests on your shoulder as you slump to the side in your drunken, lust-fueled haze. He just keeps on with his motions, working you right to the brink. Only when you’re writhing and whining like you’re about to lose it, does he stop and pull his digits out of you completely.
A noise of shock and frustration leaves you as your eyes narrow. He cracks a smile, highlighting that scar on his lip. He then tugs you off the counter by your hips. You nearly topple over, but he stabilizes you and walks you to the wall with the door, perpendicular to the mirror. He shoves you against the hard surface, engulfing your body with his own.
He’s breathing against the side of your head, rutting his hips into yours and letting you feel his hardened bulge. You could already tell it was big. One set of fingers holds your head against the wall while the other maintains a bruising grip on your waist.
“Acting pretty fuckin’ needy for someone who didn’t want it,” he grunts.
You catch your own eyes in the mirror and the image before you only has you getting more turned on. He’s all over you, grinding his hips and teasing himself with your flesh. His cheeks are stained with a light pink tint from the combination of desire and exertion. He reaches up and runs a hand through his hair, pushing the inky black locks out of his eyes. That same hand then ventures South.
He pushes up your skirt over the swell of your ass, bunching it near the small of your back. After a second of admiration, he pulls his cock out. At your current angle, you don’t get a clear view, but from what you do see of how his fist is wrapped around it, you know your expectations are correct.
He taps it against your ass teasingly, and you feel the weight of it. It’s heavy and warm, leaking a bit from the swollen tip. He slides it down and slips it between your thighs. It rubs against your slick folds. You’re already mentally preparing yourself for the stretch, but you still push your hips back at him because you crave it.
“That’s right. You’re learning already. Smarter than you look,” he teases before nudging the tip inside you and inching deeper.
Your guttural moan echoes through the bathroom as you accommodate his size. You feel him pulsing against every part of your insides. You sink further against the tiles on the wall. The bright gleam on them from the red neon lights fades as your eyes droop with lust. You try to say something, but you can’t get any words out.
And cocky as he is, he’s not faring much better. He groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck. His ragged breaths hit your skin that’s shining with more sweat. He watches your arms stretch out more against the wall, and his trail behind. His fingers chase yours and intertwine, flattening you against the surface.
“So fuckin’ tight,” he mumbles against your skin.
When he bottoms out in you, you’re sure you feel him in your stomach, deeper than anyone before had made it. He takes a second to take in before starting to thrust. His skin smacks against yours in a slow rhythm at first. Your eyes roll back at the motions, and your cunt clamps down on him, trying to keep him all the way in, to keep yourself nice and full. He growls as he feels it and sinks his teeth into the flesh of your throat. He bites, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to create an ache, a complement to the satisfaction you felt in your belly.
You yelp at the sudden feeling. It hurt, but you wanted more. It wasn’t good enough right now, too dull. You wanted it to hurt, to feel as prominent as everything else going on felt. The music in the main part of the club still raged on, vibrating throughout the entire building, including the wall you were trapped against. The bass thrummed against your cheek and made your head fog up even faster.
He hums with pleasure at your responses, enjoying the way you slowly unraveled for him. He bites a bit harder before loosening up completely. The marks now forming on your skin drive him wild. He knows they’ll last for days. You’ll feel ‘em in the shower, while you’re getting dressed, when you’re shifting around in bed at night. They’ll last much longer after he pulls out and both of you have left this sketchy bathroom.
Once he’s away from your neck, his eyes lock in on yours, but they’re not making contact. He’s enraptured by the way your gaze remains on the mirror to the side of you. He stares down at you, as if studying your thoughts just from the look in your eyes.
“You got a thing for watching, little brat? You like watching yourself get used?” he pants, “I know I like it.”
That snaps you out of your daze. You glance back at him with something akin to shyness behind your eyes. He’d describe it as cute if the two of you weren’t in a situation that was anything but at the moment.
“It’s alright, keep watching. Watch me fill this tight pussy better than anyone else ever could,” he grunts.
All you can do to reply is whine and whimper, squirming against the wall. And he laughs at you.
“Yeah?” he mocks, “That all you have to say?”
He hooks his index finger in your mouth and pulls at your cheek, shifting your face to a more erotic expression. Any words you got out now would be garbled for sure. His hips continue clapping against your ass, jolting you forward with each stroke. Drool drips down your chin from how your mouth is pulled open. You don’t bother with trying to speak anymore. You just give in to how good he’s fucking you.
“Pretty baby. Such a slut for me,” he murmurs. 
Your eyes meet his in the mirror. It’s one of the most intense stares you’ve ever felt, like he’s reaching into your soul, rooting part of himself there. He’s gonna be with you long after this ends and you know it. You moan for him, letting all your sounds of euphoria flood the bathroom. He grins and pistons himself into you harder.
“Driving me crazy, dollface. Look at you, all fucked out, whining cause you don’t even know what to say. Don’t even know my fuckin’ name,” he says.
That really gets you cause he’s right, and you know it. And it should make you feel icky. Should make you want to recoil in disgust. But it does the opposite. You feel like your bodies are melting together, becoming one in your haze of passion.
You turn your head to face the other way, not wanting to confront the insatiable desire you felt. He moves in closer and keeps you pinned against that wall. He’s fucking you just how you like, and you don’t think you’re gonna last much longer. He’s not sure he will either with the way you’re pulsing around him.
“Harder,” you whimper, wanting to actually make it to the peak this time, “Want you deeper.”
“Knew you’d be begging for it,” he says. He gives you what you want though, pumping harder and driving himself even deeper. “You don’t need to know my name. All you care about is that I’m giving this pussy what she needs.”
You’re both climbing to the high point, caught up in your lust for each other. You almost don’t notice the door starting to open, a sliver of the world breaking the small bubble the two of you had made together.
All you see is a pair of eyes widening. They probably freeze with shock when they register your face squished against the tile, your wanton moans drifting through the small opening to their ears. They don’t get to see any more than that though because the bounty hunter’s large palm lands on the door and shoves it closed.
Your own eyes widen and watch how his bicep flexes. He holds it shut, and you’re pretty sure it’d stay that way even if the person tried to open it for another look.
“Not gonna let anyone interrupt before I get the chance to spill every last drop of my cum inside this cunt,” he mutters.
He’s going as hard as he can now. At least that’s what you choose to believe because you’re certain if he used any more force you’d pass out. His cock rams into all your sweet spots like entering a cheat code to get you to cum.
You claw at the wall pointlessly, there’s nothing to grab onto. But you hit the high nonetheless, cumming all over his cock. You gush around him with your release. It feels like your body goes limp, but he holds you up with no effort. He keeps you up and safely impaled on his dick, using you like a toy as he works himself up to the high.
He cums with a loud groan and makes good on his word to spill inside you. You’d have to get a pill tomorrow. He fucks it deep inside you, holding still for a moment as if to make sure he got it all in you. Only then does he finally slide out. He watches the sticky white liquid ooze out of you. It’s starting to drip down your inner thigh when he tugs your skirt back into place.
Your legs wobble beneath you as he lets you go. He steps away, turning around to put his cock away and fix his appearance slightly. You slump down against the wall, reduced to a curled up heap on the dirty floor of the bathroom, looking up at him like he’s a higher power.
You try to catch your breath, but your body feels like it’s tumbling down a mountain as you come down. Your glossy eyes watch him walk to the counter and fish your phone out of your clutch you’d left there. He checks the time before glancing at himself in the mirror. He then turns to you.
Crouching down to your level, he reaches out and strokes your cheek. He pushes some of your hair out of your face to meet your eyes.
“Probably best if you stay in here for a while. Don’t want you getting caught in the crossfire. I might wanna do this again sometime,” he tells you.
With that, he rises to his feet again and exits the bathroom as quickly as he’d entered. You’re still grappling with the events that took place. You barely even register the shots and the screaming coming from the main area of the club.
About fifteen minutes later, you manage to get to your feet. You pull your panties up again and fix yourself up as best you can. Then you leave the bathroom. The music is still blaring, but it feels quiet. There’s no one else inside; spare the dead body on the stairs leading up to the private rooms.
Bright sirens wail outside and lights begin painting your skin as you walk to the glass doors labeled ‘exit.’ Your shoes trudge through some blood on the floor and crunch on shards of broken glass. You step outside, dodging people’s questions about your wellbeing and avoiding other groups of people crying their eyes out. All of it feels surreal. None of it really has your focus. 
All you’re thinking about is how you could see him again.
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eggtartz · 6 months
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✧ 15th October ✧
Toji Fushiguro // A Baby Isn't An Obstacle (f! wife reader)
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warnings : masturbation, soft during pregnancy sex, soft toji
it was a quiet evening where you rocked in the chair beside the windows, having a sight of the park where children played in the afternoon with their parents with them. you watched them endearingly while you rubbed your bulging belly, your baby not too long to be born now. despite all the stigma of negatives of having a child and the fact that some of them are true, you wouldn't change a damn thing because the bundle of sunshine that manages to kick you at unexpected times have given you more joy and excitement than life could.
you heard the door unlocked and looked back, to see your husband, toji coming home. he smirked at the sight of you while putting his big ass swords at the storage room beside the door. "how are you, baby?" his gruff voice greeted you while kneeled down and placed his ear to your stomach "i'm assuming both of you are having a great day" he smiled and nodded.
"indeed, we are" you grinned. he gave you a kiss on the lips, a warm and comforting one that left you fuzzy and giggling like a teenage girl. "what's with giggle, baby? anything funny, hm?" he hummed as he looked at you. "oh nothing, you manage to take my breath away everytime that's all" you smiled
"well, do you need anything? food? water? a massage?" he stood up to his full height. "it's okay, toji. you go ahead and rest" you smiled "alright, i'll cook dinner after i shower" you nodded as he vanished into the other room. you two have been married for two years now and this was your first child with him. was it nerve-wracking considering he had abandoned two of his child before?
of course it was.
however, toji took a different path now and had become a better man. that time, you knew you had to marry him. you remember how he vowed his love to you and then bought you back home and-
"damn it" you mumbled under your breath as you felt arousal creeping up. one thing they failed to mentioned during pregnancy is,
having uncontrollable libido which means you're basically in heat all the time while having a bulge in your stomach. your husband hasn't touched you in six fucking months and you were at the end of your wits. sex toys weren't enough, you needed something else. something bigger, harder.. like.. like his..
you spread your legs and whimpered, your wetness pooling at your panties as you fingered yourself at the thought of getting fucked again. you mewled, going at a moderate pace and swapping fingers inside your hungry cunt.
meanwhile, toji came out from the shower with a towel on his head and around his waist. given the ability of his heavenly restrictions, he was able to hear your whimpers from afar and rushed to your aid, thinking you were in any discomfort.
but no, it wasn't. he saw how your legs are wide opened as you massaged your tits from the dress you're wearing as you whimpered. "t-toji.." you whimpered, pinching your clit. "p-please.. need you.." your breath was ragged and his cock grew under the towel.
"oh my baby, so pretty and cute" he cooed that made you blushed. "did you missed having something shoved into your pussy? is that why?" he stroked your cheek as your mouth opened slightly "need you.. please, give me.." you whined "give you what, baby? speak up" he teased.
"need your cock please, please.. i need it inside me nowww!" you whined and came undone. your fingers were coated with your cum as toji chuckled. "that was a pretty moan right there. i'll help you, hm?"
he carried you and gently placed you on the mattress. "baby, are you hearing me?" he asked, because honestly you're drooling all over the place "baby, if you feel like something's wrong then stop me okay?" he asked, pulling the strings of your dress and pulling it down "i don't want you hurt" he said, removing your panties and your soaked bra due to your lactation.
"won't.. mmh, won't hurt.." you said, spreading legs wide. "i know but just in case, alright?" he laid you sideways as he laid behind. your could feel his hard cock caressing your back as you moaned "tch, i haven't put it inside yet" he chuckled as he spat on his hand, rubbing his cock. he gently lifted your leg up and guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the slit that you whimpered "oh god.. oh goddd!" you screamed when he entered.
"it's the cock that made me pregnant.. it's your cock" you babbled as he thrusted in, one hand holding your leg and the other squeezing your boob. "that's right, mama" he purred "it's the dick that made you pregnant. that got you knocked up" he whispered into your ear. he had to close his eyes because damn, your pussy us tighter than he remembered. perhaps it's been too long since you two had action but toji needed to go deeper, harder.
he grab your tit and pushed the milk out of the nipple, groaning at your tight pussy. "ah, damn. i don't think i'm gonna last long" he said, desperately trying not to cum too fast "inside.. please.. inside my cunt please.." you begged oh so sweetly that he came with one thrust and into your pussy. you panted as he kissed your back.
"toji? another one?" you asked with teary eyes. "please?" you swore you could feel his cock growing in your pussy.
as he positioned you on top, he saw your glowing face and your glazing pussy. your tit was leaking with milk and most importantly your beautiful pregnant belly. toji almost prayed to the heavens for giving him a woman so perfect like you and he almost sang as you started moving on your own. "shit baby, so pretty for me" he cooed as you drunkenly smiled "mmh.. my cunt is swallowing you.. look.." you giggled.
it took every strength in him to not just ram inside you because you were clenching around him like a vice, like a suction device that won't let go. he saw his cum running down your thighs as the sounds of your hips meeting his pelvis could be heard. he played with your nipples as you mewled, as you used his cock to your joy. toji was more than happy to do as so, as he sat up and sucked on your tit.
"oh.. ooh.." you moaned as he grazed your nipple with his teeth "your milk is delicious, mama. let me have more, yeah?" he snickered as he lapped on your nipple like newborn baby as you bounced on him. your hands on his shoulders was steady as you stroke your clit "cumming! tojiii!" you wailed as he hold you close and you both came in the same time. he could feel your muscles pulsing around him as once again, your womb drank his seeds.
maybe a child wasn't an obstacle to have sex after all.
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hanasnx · 2 months
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MINORS DNI 18+
Something about TOJI FUSHIGURO who drawls, “My sweet Aphrodite…” when he wants something. Big hands grab onto your skirt with infallible grip, drawing you to him as he sweet talks you. You try to steel yourself, rallying as you brace on his broad chest, that wicked wolfish grin stretching onto his lips as he tilts his head at you. Your heart beats fast, and he toys with the hem of your skirt, your uneasiness apparent in the unstable quiver of your frown. “You gonna say no to me? My goddess of grace and beauty?” It’s plain to see he’s overcompensating, and you still can’t help but fall for it, lulling your head as you whine through your nose. His tone of voice is sickly sugary, dripping with husky honey and feigned sympathy. It guilt trips you expertly, your exterior visibly melting into his touch. Those rough palms knead into your hips, rocking you gently from his strength; you sigh. “Leaving ol’ Toji out in the cold. And all I wanna do is get inside that warm cunt. Ain’t that somethin’ my merciful, generous girl can help me with?”
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st4rg4z3 · 7 months
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─── ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ?
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cw: just fluff + toji owning up to his mistakes
pairings : bf!toji x gfbimbo!reader
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Toji scratched his head in frustration as he watched his girlfriend, Y/N, sulk in the corner of the room. Your pouty lips and crossed arms made it clear that you were angry with him. Yet, he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what he had done this time.
Y/N was a beautiful girl, infamous for your bimbo persona. Though you had a reputation for being hazy-brained, Toji had always looked beyond that. He just saw the gentle heart beneath all your misguided choices and was drawn to your carefree nature
He was always this cold hearted guy when you guys first met but after a while he just turned into this big puppy that goes wherever you go.
“What chu’ sighing over there for? Come here, what’s wrong doll face?" Toji patted his lap — asking you sit on it. He expected you to follow right away but got confused when you just looked at him, shaking your head no.
You gave him a disdainful look, your perfectly manicured nails tapping impatiently against your phone screen. "You should know what's wrong, Toji. You're not paying attention to me." you huffed, crossing your arms.
Confusion washed over Toji's face. "Baby, I’ been spending so much time with you lately. We even went to the movies yesterday and had dinner together." he said, scratching his head.
You rolled your eyes dramatically. "It's not about spending time, Toji. It's about the quality of the time."
Toji chuckled, realizing that this sulking episode was going to require him to dig deeper than usual. “Don’t laugh!” you said, sulking some more.
"’Kay don’t roll your eyes at me, sweetheart. I’m sorry, can you just explain what you mean, huh? pretty baby?” Toji said before standing up, walking towards you then sat criss-cross infront of you.
You huffed loudly. "I mean, you're not treating me like a princess anymore. You're not showering me with compliments or planning grand gestures of love. It's like you don't care about me anymore."
Toji was taken aback by your words. He thought back to their early days when he would surprise you with flowers, and shower you with affection. But as yiur relationship had progressed, he had assumed you didn't need such extravagant displays of love anymore.
"Doll, I thought you appreciated the simple moments, the everyday gestures," Toji said gently.
Toji stood up before pulling you up, carrying you in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist while you arms are wrapped around his neck, he then walked towards the couch to sit the both of you down.
"I’ been tryin’ to show my love in other ways, like spendin’ quality time with you and supporting you in your dreams and a’know you know that, baby.” Toji placed his hands on your cheeks, caressing it gently.
Your pout softened a little, but your eyes still held a trace of disappointment. Toji realized that he had made a grave mistake. He had unknowingly bought into the stereotype of who he thought you were. He had assumed that all you cared about were superficial things, failing to truly understand your desires and needs.
You continued, your voice softer now, Toji, I may enjoy being happy-go-lucky, but that doesn't mean I don't long for romance and appreciation.”
Toji reached out and gently took your hand in his. "I know and I'm sorry, doll. I never meant to overlook your emotions or needs. I promise to be more attentive and show you the love and appreciation you deserve, ‘kay?”
You smiled, your eyes sparkling with hope. "Thank you, Toji. I believe in us, and I know we can grow and learn together."
Toji smiled and nodded before pulling you in for a kiss. He was just always so used with you being so bubbly and so happy, he never wanted to make you sad ever again.
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kintojii · 10 months
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toji is so toxic. so toxic to the point that he uses other woman to get your attention. he knows your watching, that’s why he’s gripping her ass way tighter than he ever did to yours. you should pay attention, this was the payback for breaking up with him. he’ll make you watch him fuck other woman like he use to do you before. but, don’t be fooled, they will never be you. he just wants to make you suffer to the point where you beg him to come back.
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angelltheninth · 2 months
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Toji Fushiguro Making You Choke and Swallow
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, creampie, messy sex, rough blowjob, cum eating, breathplay, size kink, degradation
A/N: Toji brainrot is back.
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Having your mouth on his hard cock is the best stress reliever other then fucking your pussy. Would have done that but you kept complaining about still being sore from last night. Under different circumstances he would have fucked you anyways.
He was in a good mood today.
Still his cock was hard and your mouth looked awfully inviting to him. Once his cock touched the back of your throat he grinned, "Swallow around it like a good throatbitch." He straddled your face an grabbed handfuls of your hair.
Your lips sealed around his girth, body relaxing so he could use your mouth however he wanted. To let go and be his, entirely his for a few hours, not having to think about anything else then making him feel good was your personal slice of heaven.
It was a way for you to release your stress, by being his little fucktoy.
"No need to think about it. Listen to my voice. I'll tell you what to do." He mumbled as he pulled back, "Lick." He ordered and smiled as your tongue licked his cocktip, "Open and swallow. Good slut." Toji's balls pressed against your chin. You couldn't breathe properly with his cock shoved this deep down your throat, you could barely swallow.
The gagging noises you made around his cock made it pulse hotly against your tongue.
"I said swallow! You should still be able to. Do you want to disappoint your husband?" He patted your cheek, giving you subtle encouragement and kicking your brain back into gear. Right, you needed to breathe, you needed to swallow his cum too. Your hand moved down between your legs, your clit sensitive to the touch, all it took was few fast rubs and you were going over the edge along with him, drowning both in pleasure and in his cum.
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sujikuna · 1 year
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[ 18+ ] DILF IN JEALOUSY! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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“hmm, think ya could fuck her or sum?”
SUMMARY. toji fushiguro hates those dumb college boys who can’t leave his pretty baby alone.
DILF COLLECTION. guide . . .
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"i feel like you don't really have a boyfriend, do you?"
you sigh, for the tenth time in the night, he has repeated that same question for the past three hours. you want to go home so badly but you're stuck in a library with this annoying egotistical jerk who has done nothing but get to your nerves.
"im not single, how many times to i have to repeat myself." you glare at him, "now can you fucking focus? for godsakes, i wanna go home." you ranted to him clearly he still didn't give a fuck as he just darted his attention away from you paying attention to whatever catches his eye.
you tap your fingers on the table to get his attention back, "hey, can you please listen to me? so we can both go home." you were offered to tutor him for this semester, you accepted because you were getting paid and you earn extra points if he passes. the only problem is, this asshole does not listen. he did nothing but flirt with you the whole evening. the library is quiet and this is torturing you. "did you even read the book i sent you yesterday?" you asked.
he let out a lazy groan, "nah, it looked boring."
you look at him in disbelief, "then how can y-" you were about to confront him when he cuts you off, "your boyfriend. does he go here? is he a medical student? fine arts? or engineering?"
you had enough of him, "no, he's a grown-ass man with a fucking kid, for heaven's sake will you shut up and listen." his eyebrows furrowed at you, "you know you don't have to lie to reject me, jeez woman." you didn't fight back, it'd be worst. you can't bear him anymore. you just figured to just talk and teach whether his listening or not to get this over with.
after another hour the session was done, "you can leave."
"shall i drive you home?" he offered. you quickly shake your head without looking at him, "no, thank you." he's persistent, "im serious, it's late, your allergic to men or something? if you're that worried send your location to someone."
you think twice, it's 10 in the evening, and it's not very safe for a woman to be alone at night. he's probably the more safer option. so you agreed. just one ride. you told him the name of the building you live in he laughs and told you that it's close to his place. like you cared. he even went on to offer a late-night snack dinner close to your place but you refused to say you were tired. you're lucky he didn't force you on that.
it was a silent car ride while music was playing. you went to your bag to check your phone since you haven't since the afternoon. your lips parted when you saw the notification on your phone, and that's when you realized that you forgot to reply to toji and you forgot to tell toji that you were spending your whole night with a guy he doesn't know of.
21 missed calls and 17 messages.
you quickly called him without thinking about completely forgetting the fact that you were in the car with another man. he answered after three rings.
"wow, i didn't know you knew how to fucking call."
he's mad. uh oh. you bit your lower lip trying to find the right words to answer him.
"i forgot to check, im sorry." you start, "um, what are you doing now? is there a problem?" you tried to change the topic, you even lowered your voice so the guy inside the car with you won't bother. but you're pretty sure he is hearing everything.
you hear him scoff on the other line, "you're asking me? the fuck are you doing? where ya at?"
should you tell the truth? he would know if you lied. but he'll get more angry if he found that another guy is taking you home. "i'm ..." you mumbled, "..um"
"you're mumbling," he said in a monotone.
you sigh, "in the car, right now, um, going home." telling the truth hoping he would calm down. "car? you don't know how to fucking drive." toji states. you roll your eyes, there's no escaping him.
"someone offered a ride," adding, "cause it was late."
"who?"
"someone i know, toji."
"i asked who?" he was not fazed nor impressed by your actions and words.
you bit your lip, hard, before answering, "just a guy from college."
"for fucks sake," he grumbled, "give the bitch the phone."
your eyes widened, no, you look at the guy you were with, and his eyes were focused on the road, you tap his shoulder and he replies with a hmm you then pass him your phone signaling him to take it and talk as you put it on speaker for you to hear. his one hand on the steering wheel and one holding your phone.
"kid, why are you with her?" he didn't even hide the annoyed tone in his voice. the guy replied with a chuckle, "she agreed for me to drive her, can't leave a pretty woman alone in the library at night, can i?" he was teasing toji more, you can tell.
"alone in the library? why the fuck are you two there? ya following her so sum?"
you darted your attention away from them because you felt bad for not updating toji.
"sweet girlfriend didn't tell you?" he glance at you before speaking, "we were together all night actually, sir, have i told you how smart of a girl your woman is?"
oh my goodness he's making it worst.
"give the phone back to her," he ordered, "we'll talk later, looks like you have a lot of stories to tell me." with that he hangs up the phone and you let out a deep sigh in annoyance and embarrassment.
"so, that's the boyfriend?"
you can see your building from here, you arrived, you didn't answer his question but you tell him to drop you off now.
"he's very," he stops for a second making you look at him, "controlling. that's bad for relationship."
you stare at him and scoff, "the fuck do you know?" it was your cue to leave his car. the car didn't drive away till you reach the inside of the building. you really felt tired and just wanna rest. you can't handle toji now.
as the elevator reaches your floor, you walk to your unit, and toji.
toji was leaning against the wall just outside your door. he didn't notice you. he was looking down. how long has he been waiting?
"toji? what are you doing here?"
his attention finally went to you looking up, "oh, the friendly woman is finally here." he mocks you not looking very pleased, he looks sleepless and annoyed.
"im tired, baby, can we just fight tomorrow?"
you feel very sleepy. too tired to say sorry, explain, or whatever. as soon as you open the door you went inside your bedroom and to bed. you feel toji following behind and closing the door.
you feel him lying beside you, "im sleeping here, okay?" he asked for your approval, that's not a very toji thing to do, "why are you asking for consent?" you asked, now eyes close, you couldn't really see what his doing, all you know is that his beside you.
you feel him wrap his arms around you but you were already drifting to sleep, "that's not a very nice thing to do baby," he whispers, what you did, not responding to me all day, and i find out another guy is taking you home and that you spent your whole night with him?" you feel his breath on the back of your neck, "that's not how you become a good girl."
you feel him plant kisses on your shoulders, "but, we'll talk tomorrow."
the next morning you woke up without toji there. you figured his outside since you hear the tv on from the living room. you decided to wash up first before going to him. mentally preparing yourself because you know he'll scold you for last night.
when you go out of the bedroom you find him watching an action movie on netflix while drinking coffee, a newspaper beside him. classic toji. you sat on the couch he was sitting on but not beside him cause he might still be pissed.
"morning babe," you greet him softly and he hums in response, you bit your lip holding up for the correct time to start a conversation, his eyes never leaving the screen, "um, where's megs?"
you start with a small talk, "left him with his mom to check up on you." oh. now you felt bad. it was supposed to be toji's week to take care of megumi. it was a decision made by both parents. they go in an alternate way of parenting.
"are you still mad? im sorry, i should've told you."
"you could've." his gaze went to you, "why are you so far away? sit here." he placed the mug down and signaled you to sit in his lap which you immediately do so. he planted a kiss on your forehead when you were comfortably sitting on him, "so, tell me about it."
he's asking about yesterday.
"he, um," you start, thinking about how to say it without any misunderstandings, "he's failing, badly, and he needs help, the prof said that if i can help him pass i gain extra points in the final grading and they're paying me to do it."
"so?" he wasn't satisfied with that answer he wanted to know why you agreed for him to take you home, "you couldn't call me to pick you up. you let a dumb boy take you home? is that it?"
"im sorry," you pout, "it was late, i forgot to call you and i thought that it was safer for me to go with him rather than take the bus this late." you explain.
"this bitch like you?"
well, he did try, is it still relevant to tell him? you think. toji doesn't look angry. he just wants to know if anybody hits on what’s his. “i told him several times that i had a boyfriend!” without even saying it first you defended yourself in an instant, you don’t wanna look bad to him. 
 “so he did.” toji leans back, “you seeing him again?” you think first remembering how it was supposed to be two sessions, “we have one more session before exams,” telling him honestly. 
“too bad, you can’t go.” his not asking or pleading with you to not go, his telling you you’re not going. “hate it so much when they think they can get you.” his hands softly caressed your face. “you get me?” 
 you nod in response, “good, tell em now your ass is not seeing him.” 
 you sent your prof a message that you won’t be able to attend and teach the guy because of personal reasons. 
 after a long week of exams and school, you can finally rest. toji knew you were tired. so he promised to take you out to dinner after everything is done as a reward.
he booked a table at a very fancy restaurant. very much like toji.
“i gotta go to the bathroom, sweets.” he suddenly lets you know as your lips curve to a smile letting him know that it’s okay.
into five minutes of toji being gone, you play with your food in boredom. you feel someone touch your shoulders assuming it’s toji you tilt your head to look at the person.  
"haven't seen you in a minute." 
oh god, it's him. the annoying college boy. 
 you glare at him, "my boyfriend's here." 
"where?" he mocks you and laughs sitting at the chair across from you where toji was at 5 minutes earlier. “i failed the exam you taught me, ms. tutor.” he starts, “you didn’t come to our next session, kinda offended.” 
your forehead furrowed, “that’s my fault?” 
“i guess bitches are not very good at being tutors.” he throws an insult and for the next 3 minutes you try to shoo him away but he wouldn’t budge. it was after those minutes toji’s big presence filled the room. “didn’t tell me you invited someone.” 
toji sat on the chair beside you giving you a questioning look and you shrug at him telling him that you have no idea why the man is there. toji kisses his teeth, his attention turning to the man giving him a smile, “ya got a head, kid?" 
the man scowls at toji feeling attacked, “i'm not a kid." 
“you always know how to bother people,” your boyfriend starts, “hmm, think ya could fuck her or sum?" he continues shortly laughing, your eyes widened at his words. vulgar.  
“why don’t we try? maybe then she’ll have a good reason to leave your old ass.” the men fought back. now smiling taunting toji. 
toji raised a brow, “that so? should i tell you something? ya know this woman right here can’t even suck half of my dick if i don’t shove it inside.” you look down shutting your eyes in embarrassment but you felt toji’s eyes laid on you for a second. your eyes open and widened when his hands grip your legs moving up towards your core. “something wrong, sweets?” he asked looking and acting dumb-folded.
you try to grab his hands attempting to stop him because of the humiliation but he smacks them pushing them away. "behave now, sweets." he whispers his eyes fix on the man facing him. 
he didn't stop there, "ya wanna know her favorite position?"
you feel his hands push your panties to the side to touch your core. he starts messaging and caressing it while talking to the man, you only bit your lips to stop the moans that want to leave your mouth. 
"this is the way you treat kids? sir? an old man trying to fuck with a 20-year-old." he jeers at toji resting his head on the palm of his hand his showing him the lack of respect he has for him as an older man, "that sounds kinda dumb, don't you think?" he adds. 
you grip the side of your chair when toji pushes two fingers in. he hasn't even moved them yet but his fingers were huge that your clenching so much already. you can taste blood on your lips from how hard you're biting them. 
"god, i wanna punch the sense out of you." toji starts moving his fingers, he starts slow, but it didn't last because his pace gets quicker every second to the point where juices leak out of your pussy, "it's really funny how your face is as big as my arm." 
you feel like cumming, you try to hold it. it'll be messy and you still have dinner to finish. toji is not cooperating. he knows that it's too much but for toji there's no such thing as too much when it comes to him fucking you, whether it's his fingers or his dick. he stopped to move his fingers to massage your clit with his thumb allowing you to calm down but he didn't pull out his fingers yet.
"im better than you." the boy states he sounding annoyed and offended by toji. his finger form to a fist. it was a public place. if he knew better he wouldn't start a fight here, you know toji is just taunting and teasing him. 
"pretty boy is annoyed now?" toji throws another gibe at him, "i hear you bothered her again, it'll be my fist kissing your face, now walk away kiddo" his lips curve to an unbothered smirk, and he leans back giving the boy a serious look, toji was territorial. the man took the call and accepted defeat when he stands up and walks away with an annoyed frown displayed on his face.
it was then that he started thrusting his fingers again turning his head to face you, "am i doing it right?" you don't know what he meant, you just know that you wanna scream right now and you can't stay still anymore. you couldn't talk back anymore you just felt something building up in your stomach, toji knows you're about to cum, he knows you so well.
"shush, it's okay," he assures you, "you can cum." he enjoys how you try hard to stop the pretty noises you usually make. he enjoys seeing you suffer under him. he never stops fingering you until you reach your limit, he never cared where you were or how the situation is. not being able to take it anymore, you let out a quiet moan when you came, it was enough for toji to hear. 
he pulls out his fingers and licks them, making you look at him in disgust, "oh my god toji!"
"what? can't take my baby's juices now?" his lashes fluttered, "you came so much with just two fingers baby." toji adds, "now, shall we take this to the bathroom or the car?"
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a/n: i promised!!!
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killzenin · 7 months
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⤷★WHEN TOJI IS IN LOVE WITH YOUR BIG CHEST.ᐟ
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📍18+, boob job, oral (f to m), for fem readers who have big boobs (me🧍🏻‍♀️😋), toji cums in reader's face which in irl is disgusting but its him so its fine🥸
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the strength of toji's grip on your hair did not falter as he delightfully fucked himself between your breasts. you laid dazed on the bed below him, thick cum dripping from your overused pussy onto the covers.
"take out your tongue doll." he demanded, you lolled out and exposed the muscle obediently and adjusted the grip you had on your wet breasts. toji was excited, for reasons unbeknownst to you. maybe he got paid a large sum of money for a job, who knows.
when you got the 'u up?' text your perception did not go beyond an innocent late night meet up to a food joint or something, not filthy non-stop sex on his motel room.
now, toji hovered over you, chasing his fourth orgasm. and was soon to reach it once your flattened tongue began to hit his wet cockhead persistently. this man adored the sight of his cock being hugged by your tits, tossing and turning around fantasizing about it whenever he's by himself— finally turning into reality.
'fuck, this is so hot' toji thought as he observed your lips form an 'o', his hips never failing to buckle animalistically to chase his sweet relief with this new movement. "y'r so fuckin' good doll, keep kiss'n my cock like that."
pop-like sounds began to harmonize with the slapping of toji's pelvis onto the mounds of your breasts and the wet, sqelching thrusts around the room. you began to kitty lick around his leaking tip.
you tempted him to finish quickly through your actions, because you knew he would go on nonstop 'till noon. lust sickened eyes met toji's blissful face. shades of red fluttered in his face. or that is what you could tell from the overcasting blur that engulfed your point of view.
"paint me with your cum, toji~ i'm all yours, make me yours baby." he let out a shudder, getting an electric rise from your slutty words. his movements became erratic and sloppy, with the sole job of fulfilling your request to the fullest.
his big, calloused hands cupped your cheeks as he deepened his cock fisting on your tits, with a final thrust milky beads of tojis cum decorate your face.
your head with closed eyes finally dropped to rest on the sore pillow, finding sweet comfort in it despite its roughness. toji left to sit by the edge of the bed near you. his fingers ghosting around your face, neck and breasts, mainly.
"toji, clean my fucking face and body or i'll never let you fuck yourself with my tits again." you took the risk to display attitude with the moody man. though, like an obedient little dog, he stood up in a hurry to the bathroom for a wet towel, assuring you he would be back quickly.
the titjob was too good, toji wouldn't miss another opportunity like this.
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persuasivus · 3 months
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i had a thought that i realized i must share with you, think fitness enthusiast and personal trainer toji?? like yeah he is blessed but he also has discipline. the money is good, its satisfying to see his clients make progress but then there is that o n e client. would the man be able to keep himself in check ??
personal trainer! toji
Toji is the type of guy who's very disciplined and enjoys pushing his own boundaries. scratching at the walls of his limits keeps him motivated to better himself everyday. It's a challenge and he never backs down from those.
Fitness gives him the opportunity to expand his own capabilities and the strength of his will. sure thing mentoring others is satisfying too, and the checks ain't bad either, but more importantly he learns from everyone's experience and implements it in his work, his own coaching designs, his personal body strategy.
He goes to work with a smile on his face, cause the job pays well while satiating his need to stay active and improve. Not to mention some of those working moms who regularly invest their time in personal sessions with him are definitely the opposite of an eye sore.
Toji's no fool and he knows damn well why those milfs request him specifically for their personal trainer and if his glistening abs motivate the rich ladies to stay fit (and cash in every other day of the week) then by all means he'd let their heart eyes check him out all day long.
At the end of the day, motivation feels different for everyone, could be personal fulfilment, health, positive body image or of course, sex and vanity. He's the teacher, the means to and end, and definitely in no place to judge his lovely (lonely) benefactors.
He's used to the attention, but he gives them nothing more than professionalism in return (occasional glances at some tight assess don't count, ok? Can't count it if no one saw it, right :j )
Discipline is essential in every aspect of life and whatever thoughts he might have swirling in his mind could never surface while at work. Boundaries are essential, he doesn't want his crossed therefore he respects those of others. However just like all things in life, this too is sometimes easier said than done, cause every Tuesday and Friday between 18:00 and 20:00 o'clock he really wants to forget what the word 'boundaries' means.
A month ago he received a new email with request for a regular personal trainer session. It read:
When: every Tuesday and Friday between 6pm and 8pm.
Special instructions: Hi, we hope the time slot suits you even though it's a bit later during the day. Me and my friend work until 17:30 so if the days/time slots we selected are not compatible with your schedule, just let us know by replying to the email and we could try to move them maybe :)
The first session was on a Friday and at 6pm the gym was packed with people, toji just finished his previous appointment 10 minutes ago and was chilling by the reception with his phone in hand. finally he'll be wrapping this exhausting day with this last session.
At 6 two girls entered the gym, he was already at the reception so he stood up, introduced himself and led them towards the private area next to the pilates instructors.
Brief introductions were exchanged after which followed his usual questions on goals, motivation, expectations, etc. The half an hour of every intro class is always spent in small talk and getting to know his new trainees, it was mandatory so he can build rapport, set expectations and agree on a exercise plan.
While one of the girls was freely chatting away his time with details on how they found him, why they decided to message, how they are friends from work and want to make some time for fitness to keep in shape, etc, toji could not take his eyes of that other girl casually sitting on the futon in front of him, listening to her boisterous friend endlessly ramble.
An occasional nod or smile would be all she spared and he wished she would say something so he could hear her voice. Toji lost track of the babbling after a couple of minutes in and instead let his eyes mindlessly wonder over the face and form of that quiet friend.
Most women came in tight fitting crop tops and brightly coloured leggings therefore it got him so used to seeing tight bodies pass around him to the point where toji barely registered it anymore, unless someone's was really in his face.
However this girl, most casually clothed in low-rise grey sweatpants hanging loosely around her hip bones, white graphic t-shirt, probably a whole size over her usual one, gently revealing one of her shoulders due to the bigger size of the fabric, and that hair swung effortlessly over her shoulder as she rested her chin on the palm of her hand. It was a sight to behold, the simple attire only made him want to see more of her (and less of her clothes cause baggy or not, he could clearly notice the tightness of her body rippling from beneath them).
Was she really paying his shamelessness no mind or was she purposely ignoring the way his hungry eyes feasted on her? Toji admired the way she chewed her gum, lips parting slightly to blow a minty bubble. With every burst she'd dart out her tongue to wrap it around the gum and chew it back on.
His mouth salivated as toji imagined squishing her cheeks between his fingers then licking a long wet stripe across her lips. He'd then kiss her sloppily, pushing his conquering tongue into her welcoming mouth with demand. He'd want to make her moan out his name with the way he'd dominate her lips.
The thought made him clutch his fists and offer a forced smile to the blabbering chick next to him, asking for both girls to go to the lockers and leave their bags there. He had a single moment of opportunity to reach into his sweats and adjust his half hard dick.
Taking a second glance at the girls proved to be a bad idea cause just as he pulled discreetly his hand out of his pants, a glimpse of his new fixation staring right back at him sent a jolt straight to his cock. She saw him touch himself and he damn well liked that.
For the first session that day, he tried to remain as professional as possible, which of course meant that neighter of them spoke about that small adjustment that took place earlier.
Every following session after that was getting harder and at some points, toji even thought for impossible to maintain his stoic façade. It wasn't anything she'd do at all, but rather her lack of acknowledgement was what turned him on even more.
On several occasions his hand travelled lower than it was supposed to go, one time almost feeling the curve of her ass, but he had corrected himself before things escalated.
She caught him licking his lips when for one of the exercises her shirt rose up just a tad more, revealing the smooth skin of her belly. It made him want to suck a hickey right above her hip bone so she could later tattoo a heart over it with his name in the center.
He dreamt of the way her back arched when he helped her stretch. Positioned behind her, he could almost feel the magnetic waves her pussy was emitting towards his cock. Toji would never admit it, but after the first time he helped her with stretching exercises he had to excuse himself and rub one off in the bathroom, cause option two would be to rip a whole in her sweatpants and fuck her momentarily.
The lack of attention to his neglected need for her made toji want to force his trainee into reacting. he wanted to rile her up mercilessly, so he'd be lying if he said her widening eyes and the slight tint in her cheeks didn't amuse him and tickle his ego when in a particularly hot afternoon he decided to take off his shirt and train with the girls for a bit. "To instruct them better, of course, and so they can see how the body should move properly when recreating the different exercises" or whatever the hell else he managed to slam in their faces as a cover up for his horny intentions.
Fuck the way his dick jolted when she touched his hard abs that day, it sent him into delirium. He had purposely made a remark to her that she needs to make the effort to flex her abs when doing the exercise to apply additional pressure on the muscles and strengthen them. Being the good instructor that he is he took her hand and placed it over his abs while doing some example reps.
Her cheeks burned bright as he guided her hand over his stomach "to feel how the muscles are supposed to contract". Toji finally felt victorious as she almost squirmed at the way his abs buckled against her small palm. The only thing sweeter than her so much desired reaction (attention) would be the feeling of her hand wrapped around his shaft, pumping it into a bliss, but he knew they're not at that stage yet.
For now he was contempt with having that skin on skin contact to which he most definitely jerked off several times that evening. In the gym showers, in his bed before going to sleep - he couldn't stop seeing her rosy cheeks. The way her hand moved across his body so reluctantly, almost trying to break free out of his instructing grasp - he knew even under the professional pretext it looked suspiciously intimate and that made it so much hotter for him.
His hand didn't even feel like his own, toji was so far gone with every pump he could only sense the stretch of her pussy around his cock. Her walls gripping him, milking every drop out of his tight balls that he had cupped in his other hand. Toji's hips buckled up into his fist, but in his mind he pushed himself deeper into the welcoming depths of his crush, fucking her into submission. Fucking her into the acceptance that she belongs to him and if she hasn't realised that yet, he'd make her.
He'd make her mind surrender by forcing an unexplainable and undeniable need for him into that pretty head of hers. He'll play any game, be any character, pretend he doesn't notice her failing attempts to dismiss the hunger in his eyes only to lure her further into his threatcherous traps.
He'd be the wolf in a lamb's skin crawling around his pray. She'd either accept the merciful arrow of the lamb, piercing her heart, enraging it's with desire born out of her own acceptance, or - she could fall in love with the bite of the wolf, draining her out of her essence and replacing it with his own until she could be only ever full him. He'd bend her will if needed so he could have her bend on his cock every night.
He can't be satisfied with anything less than having her, cause the line is crossed. He tried. He tried not to want her, he tried to obey his moral obligation of a senior with ethics, but she touched him. He might have been the one who guided her, but she was then one who touched him and that ignited toji's soul - sent in the blazing pits of hell where he'd surely drag he by all means necessary cause he doesn't give a fuck.
Let's be real, it's who he is - an eternal hunter eager to pounce on his prey, caging it in an unshakable grip. and while unloading his weapon all over his chest in a mist of heavy breaths and body radiating heat and pheromones, toji set his mind to the task of making that girl his.
By all means.
Whatever it takes.
Cause his weapon will reaload very soon and he wants to empty the barrel only in the pit of his crush's heavenly cunt. Who knows, maybe tasting that piece of heaven might ascend him from hell?
Probably not tho ;)
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toji tickles you, bc he knows it’s punishment from him that you’re not used to :/
and he is. cruel. he’s so mean to you about it because it’s a punishment after all, but the way he hooks his thumbs under your arms to tickle you, or ruin your orgasms by scratching blunt nails under your knees is just too much sometimes. sometimes, when he’s eating you out, he lets his tongue roam up to your bellybutton, lapping there hungrily while you shriek and try your hardest not to push his head away or- god forbid- kick him away. if you’re good, he rolls his thumb over the swell of your clit vigorously to make you cum, conditioning you to love what he’s doing like a dumb dog. if you do kick or hit him, or he’s just not feeling nice, he gives you a flurry of raspberries on your tummy while nails skitter over your ribs until it doesn’t even arouse you anymore and all you can focus on is tickling fingers and them not stopping as overstimulation and panic floods your mind and between your legs as you weakly push his head away to no avail.
but today he’s just in a bad mood.
his texts are blunt and short, he’s not using any pet names or even any dirty talk, it’s like you’re talking to a stranger. you pout with every blah text, ultimately before you turn off your phone and ignore the buzzing from your boyfriend.
a few hours pass before toji finally comes home, teeth bared in a snarl as he stalks up to you. in a panic you stand up too, “toji…?”
“why the fuck did ya stop texting me?” he snaps.
a chill shrill’s through your spine, “i… felt like you didn’t want to talk-“
“of course i fuckin’ did,” he says, only to then grab you and hoist you over his shoulder, ignoring your pleads of forgiveness. “only fuckin’ thing gettin’ me through the day, and you have the nerve to ignore me?”
“toji!” you mewl. “please! be nice! im sorry!”
he scoffs as you finally cross the threshold into the bedroom, and he tosses you on the bed and crawls after you to climb. he uses two big hands to hold both of your wrists above your head, and he works himself between your legs, keeping you fairly immobile from the figure between your thighs. “the hell’s being nice ever gotten me?”
you whine as a massive hand comes square on your tummy and scrabbles over the quivering flesh, no build up or anticipation needed before he dives in and just starts tickling.
“n-no!” you choke.
“‘no,’” he mimics right back, voice pitched and face bored. “like hell im gonna listen to you.”
“why!” you wail. “i didn’t even do anythihihing!” your knees nail into his tailbone in an attempt to get away, and you arch your back upwards to try and get some slack in your arms, but all he does is adjust them tauter and flatter against the bed.
“maybe i just wanna be the bad guy, huh?” he grumbles. “maybe i just wanna be the big, mean, evil guy who tickles you because i want to, eh?”
he is mean. you’d been nothing but good and patient all day, keeping up chores and housework so when he comes home it’s pristine, and all he wants to do now is tickle you until you cry.
“i dohohont wanna be tickleddd!” you demand, and he merely gawfs at your audacity.
“hate to tell you princess, don’t fuckin’ care what you want.”
thick fingers pinch at the meat of your hips and dig ferociously into the sides of your tummy, only to skitter back up under your arms where you sob. The sensations are maddening, but the signals in your brain slip when, in your search for freedom, you pant a moan out when he’s hard, hard as a rock nuzzled against your pussy. the rutting sensation feeling so good, you keep going, laughter turning breathy as torment crosses into pleasure. your eyes cross as you twitch, legs wrapping around his hips to keep him closer, albeit your torso still fights him off.
he smirks, “i think you’re full of shit sayin’ you don’t want this.”
it’s a case of a good thing becoming a bad thing, as releases your hands to slip a beefy hand down to your shorts, where he toys with the fabric; one hand tickles under your arms, one working the hem to the side to tickle your sticky pussy lips.
“toji!” you yelp, trying to tighten your legs to get him out of there to no avail. he’s stuck between your legs, and there’s nothing you can do about it but laugh and laugh.
your hands shove at his big shoulders as best as you can, given the tickling under your arms, but you’re convulsing from the overstimulation, tickling being the only thing on your mind as you writhe and plead for him to have mercy.
there’s a heat brewing between your legs as you flail to get away, one that pleads you to stay for the idea of a soul wracking orgasm from him toying with you, the other desperate to get away from the tickles.
he licks his lips, “maybe that’s why I like doin’ this to ya so much,” he says, leaning down and worming his head between your arm and head to whisper in your hypersensitive ears.
“makes me horny watchin’ ya squirm.”
@highdefhoetry 🙈🙈🙈 im sorry this was goofy
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