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sickslimez · 6 days

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QUICKIE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji just can’t keep his hands to himself after not fucking you for a week...which results in a quickie

INFO...toji x fem!reader, reader and toji have kids, toji calls reader mama, doggy, groping, spanking, missionary (?), praise, cream pie, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Hey do you have anything to wash?” You walked up to Toji holding the laundry basket in your hands as he played with your two kids.

He looked up at you from the floor. “Nah, I’m all set, mama.” He smiled, handing your son his favorite toy. With a nod, you walked away with the full basket, heading towards the laundry room. You sighed at the clean pile of clothes that you had to fold, rolling your eyes in annoyance.

You threw the dirty clothes in the wash before grabbing the detergent. You let out a small squeak at the feeling of your husbands hands snaking around your waist. “You scared me,” you chuckled.

“Sorry,” he responded, pulling you against his chest, sinking his head into the crook of your neck. He placed a small kiss on your skin, hands rubbing up and down your waist. “Should’ve asked me for help.”

You closed the detergent, placing it back on the shelf as you started the washer. “It’s fine, I got it,” you replied. Toji hummed in response, his hands moving lower and lower down your body. “Toji, what are you doing?” You giggled.

You tried to turn and face him but he kept you from doing so. “Uh uh, stay just like this for me,” he whispered. He pushed his hips against your ass, his cock semi-hard. “We haven’t been able to do anything for the past week. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little pent up, and you walking around with these shorts and tank top isn’t helping one bit.” He smacked your ass before giving it a harsh squeeze.

You bit down on your bottom lip, feel him grow more hard as you moved your against him. It was true, you and Toji haven’t had sex in the last week or so. Both of you so tired from work and the kids, running errands, it always got in the way of your sex life. You hadn’t really thought about it much before, but now that Toji brought it up, you were feeling quite pent up too. “So, what’re you gonna do about it, hm?” You asked, teasingly.

A low chuckle left his lips, his fingers grazing over your skin, making their way under the fabric of your clothes. His hands came up to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them, groping them. Your skin started to heat up and arousal pooled in your panties. Just his touch alone was enough to get you all hot and bothered. “We gotta be quick.” He hurriedly bent you over the washer, a swift hand pulling your shorts and underwear down. “I’ll never get tired of seeing this ass…fuck,” he groaned. He palmed himself through his sweats, admiring the view of your dripping cunt.

Toji wasted no time in pulling his sweats and boxers down, cock springing free and leaking pre cum. He let out a shaky breath, rubbing his tip up and down your slit, mixing his arousal with yours. He could already feel how warm and wet you were, cock throbbing at the thought, anticipating how you feel around him. Slowly, his head pushed past your entrance, your lips wrapping around him, sucking him in. “Ohhh fuck, baby—mmm shit,” he breathed. His hands grabbed your hips, pulling you back on him, going deeper to reach your sweet spot.

“Ah, oh my god.” The stretch was so deliciously intoxicating, sending your brain into a spiral and he’s barely moved yet. “Baby, we gotta be quick, please,” you begged, afraid that one of the kids might knock on the door and interrupt. You felt him thrust slowly, letting you get used to the feel of his cock before going any faster.

“Shhh, it’s fine. They’re watching a movie.” He began pulling you back against his hips so you met his thrusts, your walls clenching around him each time he threatened to pull out. “This pussy is so wet for me, goddamn,” he grunted, moving faster.

“F-fuck!” You stammered, feeling how hard and fast he was going. “Feels so fucking good!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, hands gripping onto the edges of the washing machine as you tried to hold yourself stable. “Nnngh! You’re so deep! Oh my god!” You squealed.

Toji pulled you up, your back pressed against his chest as he continued to pound into you. “Shh, mama. I know it feels good, but you gotta keep quiet for me, okay?” He placed his hand over your mouth, his arm wrapped around your waist to hold you steady. Your eyes fluttered shut, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. “Ohh fuck yes. Shit, this pussy feels so fucking good.”

Your muffled moans fell upon deaf ears, your legs felt like they were jelly. Pleasure clouded your mind, all you could think about was him fucking you until you came over and over again. Suddenly, he stopped. He grabbed your hips, turning you around and lifting you on top of the washing machine. He pulled you close to the edge, your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. Both watched as he slowly slid back inside, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he felt you wrap around him again. “Look at me, don’t take your eyes off me,” he demanded.

You stared back at him with lustful eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you fought so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers. Your brows furrowed in pleasure, feeling how close you were to cumming. Your jaw dropped, head falling back as he grazed over your g-spot. “Oh fuck you’re gonna make me cum!” You cried, gasping for air. “Fuck! Fuck! Baby!” You whimpered.

“I know, mama. Let it all out for me. Cum on this dick.” He kept his pace the same, feeling you clench around him, a sign you were close. His hand wrapped around your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, tongues messily moving against each other as he swallowed your moans. Finally, the coil snapped. You pulled away from the kiss, eyes rolling back, body quivering as you came. Toji covered your mouth again, muffling your curses and moans. “There you go, that’s my good fucking girl.”

He pulled his hand away, staring back at you with half lidded eyes, loving the cum drunk look written all over your face. “Cum in me,” you spoke.

“But, your not on—”

“I don’t care, cum in me,” you said with desperation.

“I fucking love you,” he chuckled with a smile, his thrusts growing sloppier. He was fixated the way his cock disappeared in you, each time he pulled back out he could see your cum at the base. It only drove him more crazier. “Nnngh, ah! Oh, baby I’m gonna cum!” His hips stuttered against yours before he buried himself deep inside of you, feeling him coat your walls with his sticky cum. “Fuck!” He grunted. “Ah, yes!” He breathlessly chuckled.

“I think we both needed that,” you laughed.

“I agree.” He smiled, pulling you closer to place his lips on yours. He slowly pulled out, his cum slowly dripping out of you. “We made quite a mess.” He looked down between your legs and then back up at you.

“We’ll clean it up—”

A knock on the door startled both on you, thankfully Toji had locked the door. “Mommy, daddy, the movie is over! We wanna watch another!”

“It’s your bedtime, sweetheart! Maybe tomorrow!” Toji shouted back. Both of you looked at each other, sharing a few seconds of silence before laughing. “I think we might have to start doing quickies more often, yeah?” He whispered.

“Once you put the kids to sleep, meet me in the shower.” You kissed his lips, entangling your fingers in his hair.

“I just can’t get enough of you, mama.”

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churipu · 12 days

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hii i hope ur midterms r going well !! ive binge read so many of ur work n js wanted to say theyre so amazing (´꒳`) i wanted a request for toji + any other character of ur choice x reader who stays up late n has difficulty sleeping (fluff),, thank u !! 🤍

𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗔𝗠 !

────── 𝕴 . featuring. toji fushiguro x reader

────── 𝕴 . warnings. cursing, and mentions of toji being soft, i love him.

note. hi nonnie! thank you so much, you're too nice to me, and yes, my midterms went well! it's been so long since i've done the requests in my inbox, which is the sole reason to why i have closed my ask box so i could finish them all! although, the next time i open them, i won't accept requests for a bit. sorry for those who have visited my inbox and have waited for a long time for your piece to be done. // anyways, new theme = new layout!

"why aren't you in bed?"

toji's voice came out hoarse — he cleared his throat and approached you, sitting himself on the couch despite his heart caressing his ears, pleading for him to go back inside the bedroom and just lay back down on the bed.

the cotton surface of the couch dipped just as he practically threw himself down on it, holding back a loud yawn. you raised a brow, shoving the spoonful of cereal you mixed with milk five minutes ago, just before toji emerged from your shared room.

small yellow chips of cereal that had grown soggy, seeping in the white tasteless liquid dispersed into a mush inside your mouth. they weren't even solid as they're supposed to be, "can't sleep, you?"

"you weren't there."

old habits die hard. that's how the saying goes, and you undeniably agreed to that. the night is an old friend to you, never did your eyelids felt heavy when you were supposed to be in bed, asleep. it's not healthy, you're killing yourself doing this.

"you're such a baby," you mutter out, staring into space, feeling your eyes slowly dissociate — jaw moving in a slow motion, biting into wet and mush before you swallow them.

"y/n, it's three am, y' can't keep doing this stuff," toji scratches his nape, leaning his head back onto the couch rest.

despite your eyes staring into nothing, you could hear his words pretty well. in fact, toji had repeated the same words countless of times that you found yourself engraving it into your mind, "i know, i can't sleep. i know it's not healthy, if i could stop it, i would."

"you're scooping nothing, y/n."

this time, his statement pulled you back into reality. looking down to see that you were indeed scooping no soggy cereal chip, nor a drop of milk onto your spoon. chuckling out lightly, you stood up and sauntered over to the kitchen, dumping what was left of your cereal pieces into the sink.

"you should go to bed," you tell him, wiping your wet hands onto your shirt — crumpling up the fabric to soak them in the access waterdrops lacing your fingers, "'ts late."

toji scoffs lightly, "shouldn't i be saying that shit to you?"

no mistakes there. you emitted out a soft sigh, "i'm fine, i'll be back in bed in a few . . ." toji raises a brow skeptically. he never forgot the last time you said that, he woke up alone on the bed — and you were wide awake on the couch, watching the morning news.

"hell no. it's two of us or nobody goes back to bed, 'm not kidding." he mutters out, not realizing how harsh his voice came out as.

brows furrowed deeply, he looks at you. your disheveled (h/c) hair going all point in a compass points, the visible dark shade of exhaustion coloring under your eyes — and the light creases on the corner of your beautiful, tired eyes.

"can you not?" you mutter, pinching the bridge of your nose; honestly, you can't blame him at all, he's just a worried boyfriend and you were being stubborn.

"can i not what? worry about my own—" he stops mid sentence and shakes his head. toji was never a man of words, he doesn't express his affection to you through words. he's had moments, not a lot, but he's had them.

toji's a man of actions. he thinks that words mean nothing, which you knew, "'m tired, but i can't sleep, okay? i'll just hang out here a few more minutes and i'll come back to bed. you don't have to stay awake just because 'm awake."

"just shut up."

you stare at him, surprised. parting your lips, you try to speak again but toji beats you to it.

"can't i worry about you or something? you're my partner," he said, his then exhausted eyes now fully refreshed. a tinge of frustration coloring his greenish iris.

your eyes darted around for a bit, searching for words to spout out as a reply, "you don't have to worry about me, 'm fine. i promise. so, can you please just go to bed and stop worrying about me?"

"fuck that," he stands up, with heavy footsteps he darted towards you.

his figure grew in your view as he closes the distance between you and him. with a quick motion, he threw you over his shoulder, letting you dangle over his shoulder. at this point, you were too exhausted to even move a limb so you just laid there, not having the cell to even open your mouth.

toji walks over to the bedroom and he sat you down gently on the bed. on most occasions, he would throw you onto the bed playfully — but this was serious. he's pissed, and you're pissed.

"sleep."

you crane your neck upwards, face scrunching into one of annoyance, "i just told you that i can't—"

"try."

shaking your head, you said, "i can't, i've tried."

his finger brushed over your hair, smoothing them back down. he didn't reply to you. frankly, he finds it hard to be in the current position — as a kid, he was taught to never show his weakness. he grew up in a household full of so much hate that he forgot what love is.

here you were. vulnerable, in a weak state that toji has seen a lot before throughout your relationship. if this was anyone else, toji swore he'd tell them to suck it up because life isn't always what they think it ought to be.

but this isn't anyone else, it's you. y/n. the only person toji has showed his own vulnerable sides to — it's like a punch to his gut when he saw a bit of his younger self in you. he had nobody, and nobody had him.

it's different this time, it's not about him anymore. it's about you. you had him, and he had you.

toji inhaled sharply, his large hands slipping underneath your pits as he gently pushes you up. your feet dangled as he then pulled you into him, his right hand traveled onto the hollow of your back — and his left hand prepped your legs around his torso.

you felt like a child, "what're you doing?"

"shut up," he mutters out into the crook of your neck, "just try to get some sleep."

he pressed his lips onto your skin tenderly, making you shudder at the sudden contact — but you liked it. toji didn't stop, with an arm around your waist, and another under your thighs, he held you close to him.

warm and shallow breaths blew onto your skin like warm lights, it didn't tickle, you bury your head into the crook of his neck. copying his actions, "'m sorry."

toji grunted, "for?"

"just . . . everything," you murmur out.

his grip around your waist tightened, "'ts not somethin' to be sorry of, you can't control it. so just try and get some sleep," he muttered out, rocking side to side gently.

a faint smile appeared on your lips as you pulled your head back slightly, "you're too nice to me."

"don't get used to it," toji rolled his eyes.

"i love you too," you planted a kiss onto his lips briefly before returning your head into the crook of his neck, letting him lull you to sleep for the night.

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loafgeto · 5 months

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KINKMAS DAY FOUR: IMPACT PLAY WITH TOJI

synopsis | you just love toji’s big hands, especially when they’re groping your thigh, ass, or tit. it so happens that you get an idea of him using his hands and other toys when you both become intimate.

contents | fem!reader, she/her pronouns, explicit language, boyfriend!toji, established relationship. nsfw, use of impact toys (mostly paddles and bare hands), masochism & sadism, breast/nipple play, dry humping??, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex (spanking, slapping, choking), markings, creampie, squirting, orgasms, pet names, dacryphilia if you squint. if i miss anything lmk

word count | 2.5k

notes | honestly idk how i wrote this like i felt like it sucked so bad

tags | @aydene @biscuitsngravie @homeslices @tiredkitten @get0sfav @erensflies @bleachisfood @witchbybirth (if you want to be tagged, just let me know!)

one thing about you was how much of a morning person you are. waking up energetically with no signs of exhaustion, draped in a bathrobe as you venture into the kitchen— not caring who you’d wake, and preparing the most delicious breakfast that your boyfriend can never deny not ever liking. another reason why you’re such a morning person is solely because of how your boyfriend approaches you when he wakes up.

toji’s not a morning person, never at all. ever since he dating you, he’s been forced awake with the sound of your noisy cooking in the kitchen. but he’s never too tired to slip out of the bed, drag his large body down the hall and towards the kitchen and wrap his arms around your waist. he’ll greet you with a kiss— on the cheek, neck, shoulder, anywhere he can possibly contact with his lips. he’ll pull you back against him, ass perfectly over the bulge of his pants while one hand goes to grope your tit. your boyfriend would gently knead into the fat, absorb your warmth into his body as he whiffs your scent. good morning, baby, toji would whisper— so softly that it sends you shivers down your spine. you love the feeling, it’s why you always enjoy your mornings.

the feeling of your boyfriend’s large hands roaming any part of your body steers you to an edge, and toji knows exactly where to touch that’ll make you pine whenever he walks away. the ache between your legs becomes too unbearable, and you’d forget about your activity in the kitchen to search for him. toji would either be on the bed, or couch, sometimes in the shower or sitting in a chair on the back porch— waiting for you. nothing else is said until you’re on top of him, sinking his thick cock into your heat. you two having sex in the morning was like a regular routine now, but it’s something you both simply enjoy and need to continue on with the day.

an idea struck your head whenever you felt toji’s large hands grope the fat of your ass, slapping the cheeks several times that had you wince— for some reason, you liked it: the sting, the picture of it possibly leaving marks after, and the way it causes your pussy to soak around his cock even more. toji’s hands are always roving around your body when you two are fucking, simply because he wants to feel your delicate skin. the idea you developed just so happens to cause you to buy several things online, not even caring about the cost.

it’s another morning when your phone buzzes, striking you out of the bed and out of toji’s arms. your boyfriend was half asleep, groaning because of the missing feeling of your body. but you’re too excited about the message on your phone that you don’t even acknowledge toji, and leave the room. your enthusiasm felt different this morning and it caused toji to jolt fully awake and aware of the situation. his dark purple eyes follow your figure out and all he ponders is what’s got you like this.

you’re this enthusiastic because your packages have finally arrived— the toys you’ve bought nearly a week ago. after retrieving them from the door, you bring the boxes into the living room where toji arrives shortly after. he’s still confused, having a hint of curiosity in his expression as a hand goes to scratch the back of his head.

“what’cha got there, babe?” toji’s voice chimes in your ears as a smile curves the corner of your lips when you’re cutting the box open. your boyfriend tilts his head when he approaches behind of you, watching as you take several wrapped objects out of the box.

“sex toys,” you reply when toji sits on the floor beside of you, crossing his legs while still observing them. “well, they’re a certain type of sex toy,” you add when you turn to toji, noticing his perplexed expression that obviously spoke out in disbelief.

“why do you need this?” toji proceeds to question, grabbing one of the toys which happens to be a paddle. he shakes it around, earning a short glare from you and chuckles. “well, it’s for us to try. i wanted to try something with you with these toys,” you reply, snatching the paddle from him.

toji raises a brow, maintaining his curiosity. “yeah?”

“use these toys on me, along with your hands,” you simply state, giving your boyfriend a smile.

“like— you want me to smack you with these things?” toji keeps his brow raised, snatching back the paddle into his hands and lifting it up between the two of you. with a nod, toji reacted quite— stunned. “didn’t know you were into that.”

“i just discovered that myself,” you reply, gently pushing the paddle away before climbing on toji’s lap. wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him close to you and he immediately expects a kiss. “you want to try it now?” a faint smirk appears on toji’s lips as a hand moves to grope your ass and you giggle.

“well.. not now, i still have to cook breakfast you know..” you reply, lifting your eyes to toji’s. your boyfriend chuckles, using his strength to lift you in his arms as he stands. with his hands holding underneath your thighs, he wraps your legs around his waist. “we can have it later. c’mon, baby— i wanna give your new toys a try too,” toji hums, huff following after. and of course, there’s no way you can reject that.

toji seemed to become more spirited now that he was on top of you, lips roughly moving against yours as you were pressing your clothed cunt against his knee. you can’t deny how alluring your boyfriend is— the way his words, his gestures, his damn gorgeous face drags you into a remedy of falling in love over and over. toji smiles against your lips, hearing your moans muffle into his mouth as he slips a hand underneath your shirt, pushing your bra up to knead the fat of your breast, eventually pinching your nipple.

“mm- toji~” you mewl softly, running your hands along his toned shoulder blades and down his muscular back, fingertips nearly pulling the material of his shirt. toji hums, a low coo, as he pulls away slightly. he begins by discarding your tops, tossing them side before attacking both your breasts again with his hands. the feeling of his cold hands absorbing into your skin makes you quiver, but the sense of his fingertips playing with your tits just gets that perfect moan out of you— just how toji likes. “need you inside me, baby- please.”

“i hear you, mama. be patient,” toji replies with a chuckle to your neediness. you squirm under him, continuing to rub yourself on his knee, stimulating your clit to make yourself wetter. toji can feel how soaked you were, even when your pussy was covered in thick laced panties. he smiles, watching as you’re fucking yourself on his knee. “my girl is s’needy, ain’t she? should i replace my knee with my cock now?”

“yes— please, toji! pleaseeeee, need your cock~” your whine doesn’t end when toji’s words struck you like a madwoman. your boyfriend eagerly pushes down his sweats as you slip off your shorts, leaving yourself in your underwear. “get on your hands and knees, baby,” toji instructs as he strokes his cock, and you follow his words— propping yourself up on your hands and knees, arching your back slightly as your hips grind back against him.

toji slips down your panties, leaving them around your thighs as he positions himself behind you, prodding the tip of his cock against your entrance. you moan as one of his hands grip the side of your hips, softly caressing the skin and tingling your insides. your boyfriend seemed to enjoy the fact that a simple touch like that gets you aroused— almost into a mess.

“tojiii—” you can’t help up continuously cry out his name until he inserts his cock into your sopping cunt, widening your walls with his thick girth and rubbing faultlessly against your g-spot. he slaps your ass— harsh, making you wince and instantly squeeze around him. “fu-fuck.. you’re s’big~”

“godddd, your pussy feels so damn good,” toji comments, throwing his head back slightly as a low groan follows when he pushes his entire length into you. he takes a quick moment to indulge the heat and pulsating clench of your cunt, groping and smacking your ass several times that it’d leave marks. “fuck my cock, baby. c’monnnnn.”

you couldn’t deny your boyfriend’s request and started moving your hips slowly, bouncing back against his hips and feeling his cock nudge your inner parts. with your moans muffled into the bed sheets, toji grabs one of the impact toys you bought— you didn’t know which, as your mind was occupied on his dick slipping in and out of you.

toji lowers his face to the area you two connected, chuckling quietly when watching your pussy glide up and down, coating his cock with your slickness. it’s always arousing to toji— to see his cock drenched in your wetness, to see you occasionally suck him in as if you’ll never feel him again, and to see you become messier and messier under him.

you gasp loudly when toji slaps the paddle against your ass, causing you to squeeze around toji tighter than before. he grunts, but a smirk follows as your pace begins slowing. “what’s wrong baby, can’t stand it?” toji hums, giving your skin another smack with the toy.

“n-no— toji, it feels so good—” you mewl, your nails digging into the mattress of the bed. you proceed to bounce your hips back, smacking against his pelvic area. each sting causes your body to quiver, mainly your legs, stirring the fog in your head that causes you to improperly think. “that’s good, baby. keep fucking my cock just like that— f-fuck, your pussy is amazing,” toji groans the praise, smacking the back of your thighs with the paddle that makes you whine.

the feel of toji’s hand caressing the skin of your ass after smacking it with the paddle brings a sensation of pleasure, seemingly that he was trying to ease the sting he inflicted. your moans plummet further out of your mouth, pouncing off the walls of the room as you bounced faster against toji’s cock. the sloppy sounds of your arousal audible in your ears, followed by the smacks of the paddle in toji’s other hand. it’s too much to bear— especially when his throbbing tip is fucking into your g-spot continuously, stirring you towards an orgasm.

as you’re busying yourself on his cock, moaning becoming breathy and trying to find your climax— toji’s attention becomes caught with the thought of himself becoming addicted to this situation. he smacks the paddle on your ass again, groaning when he feels you clench around him tight like before. he likes that— so fucking much.

“i’m sososo close— babyyyy,” you cry out as you turn your head slightly, face still pressed against the sheets as you profusely rock your hips. toji’s cock continues to rub against your g-spot, forming a knot in your core before you cry aloud, squirting all over him and the sheets.

but toji wasn’t finished yet— he tosses the paddle somewhere, lowering his body over yours until his chest is pressed against your back, and starts thrusting harshly into you. your eyes widen with the sudden movement as you were freshly out of your orgasm. your pitch of cries became clearer and tears began welling the sockets of your eyes.

“wa-wait toji—”

but your boyfriend doesn’t stop, using one of his large hands to grab your underboob, fingertips pinching your nipple while his other hand slithers down to your clit. his face falls next to yours, mouth near your ear and you can hear the faint sounds of his moans and grunts as he pounds into you. he’d thumb your clit several times before slapping the side of your ass, but his hips heavily ramming into you seems to be doing the better job. he’d ravel his hand around your neck, gently pressing into your throat before licking the lobe of your ear.

“mm- fuck, we don’t need the toys anymore, baby. i can just use my hands on ya now,” toji grunts, his whispery words purring in your ear as he smiles, hearing your moans stumble out as a response when he chokes you. his hips slap harshly against your ass, causing the bed to shake and creak each thrust he gives. you can barely formulate words as your mind becomes foggy, your tears now streaming down your cheeks.

“to—tojiii,” it seems his name was the only syllable you could pronounce at that given moment, legs weakening as his harsh slams into you increases. toji was reaching his own climax, stuffing his cock into your deepest part so that he could dump his warm and thick load.

he clears your tears just so he could see you form more and have them stream down your face again, grunting every moment you clench around him as he thrusts— deeper, and deeper. you don’t know how much you’ve orgasmed at that point: from enjoying his rough fucking to the stinging slaps of his hips and hands on your ass. a sensation you’re loving way too much.

“i’m.. cumming— again,” you state, slurring your words into the bed as toji’s quickly fucking you dumb. your eyes rolled back as you came over him, sobs of pleasures flowing out of your mouth as your walls flutter around him.

“good girl. cummed so much just f’me,” toji smiles, inching his cock deeper when he feels his climax reaching directly after yours. “i’m about to- cum too- fuck. i’m gonna stuff your womb with my babies now, yeah? would my pretty girl like that?”

“yesyesyesyes! pleaseee!”

without seconds of waiting, toji finally ejaculates his load into you— filling your baby room to the brim with his warm cum, having you mewl quietly as your legs trembled and slowly faltered to the bed. when toji pulls away from you, you’re left laying there— panting, sweating terribly, tears dried on your cheek and your mixed cums dripping out of your abused pussy.

the stinging of the paddle and his hips slapping into you gradually returning to your senses, and just as you’re about to turn around, toji decides to flip you instead to face him.

lowering your eyes, you notice toji’s— hard, red and swollen cock staring up at you as if he’s still got more cum to give you. giving him a glance, your boyfriend just starts brushing his tip against your entrance leaking with his cum.

“don’t worry doll, it’s only 9:34. we have all day.”

LOAFGETO. thank you for reading! please do not copy my work or publish in another media without my permission.

a/n: sooo sorry for the delays! been working on my final projects for my classes but i’m officially exam and college free (as of now) AND IM GOINGGGG HOMEEEEEEE so excited to publish more <3

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amyrahrose · 1 month

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•Content warning: Adult-themed, sexual-theme, sexual content, unprotected sex (Wrap it up!) 18+ content.

⁖Author's notes: 18 and under, GET TA STEPPIN'! It's been a minute (not really, but still 😅) since I posted, Something short and to the point. Slightly proofread (so not too much on me! lol) No mentions of his name, but this is a Toji Oneshot. Hope you guys enjoy 😊✨

“Ah look at you, crying over Daddy’s dick. You’re so pretty for me mama.” He groaned in you ear before peppering kisses all over you neck and face.

“Daddy, please it’s too m-”

“Nuh uh, none of that. Take this dick just like the good little girl I know you are, you can handle it.” Further thrusting his dick deeper inside of you to prove his point.

The way the tip of his dick reached inside of you, deliciously hitting your spot over and over again had the room spinning and stars dancing in your vision.

“Shit, you’re squeezing the fuck outta me princess, this pussy is so good.” He moaned as he picked up your legs throwing them on his shoulders. The new position and his praising, had your walls clamping on him.

“Oh there she is, she likes it when I talk to her like that huh?” Smirking wickedly as he continued his assault on your pussy.

“I wonder if she’ll like it when I do this?” He asked mockingly before taking his hand and pressing down hard on the lower part of your belly, and taking his thumb to rub figure 8’s on your swollen clit.

“You feel me here baby?” Feel how Daddy’s dick is fucking this pussy, my pussy, up?” He asked breathless while staring deep into your eyes.

The words were there, dancing on your tongue longing to come out, but couldn’t. Not with the way he continued delivering those deep, toe curling thrusts. Or the way he flicked, rubbed and pinched on your clit. And the sight of him above you, sweat slicked body, clenched muscles, swollen kissed lips licking and smirking down at you with a hunger in his eyes made your pussy a super soaker. The man was sin himself.

“Cum for me sweetheart, I want this pussy to let go for me.” He ordered. That’s all it took before you moaned his name loudly, eyes rolled to the back of your head as your orgasm took over you.

“Shit just like that, good fucking girl.” He cooed. The squeezing of your walls around him drove him straight to his release as well.

“Fuck, take all of me baby, don’t waste a drop.” He moaned with his head thrown back as he released thick ropes of cum deep within you.

Slowly he pulls out, watching as some of his cum drips out. Taking his index and pointer finger, he gathered his cum and pushed it back inside you before reaching your still sensitive clit, rubbing slow circles on it. Clenching around nothing and moaning at his actions, he looked up to you with a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Guess she wants more, huh princess?”

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gojoshooter · 9 months

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Toji and his clingy baby with oral fixation toji fushiguro x gn!reader

chomping off Toji's muscular back while he makes morning breakfast and then you run like a rat bc if he catches you 😮‍💨

or climbing him like a hiking mountain right before he starts his zoom call with boss and you get swatted away

and jumping on Toji without warning whenever you see him laying on the couch/bed, but thanks to his fast reflex you always get away from ending up in hospital with a broken ass... he lowkey likes how much you trust him though

you absolutely LOVE to bite him. whenever he catches you in a play-fight, or every time he enjoys your little miseries, everytime he takes you in bed. you gnaw at him when you want his attention and whining doesn't work

he chuckles because you can barely hurt him “stop that you damn pirahna”

and when he decides to give you a chomp, you turn on your heels and book it

but what does being a good girl/boy for him gives? lots and lots of mouth kisses to please your obsession, kisses you more than you asked for with a teasing grin and just never leaving your tiny jaws and lips alone until you ask him to grant you breathe — it's his mean little way to pay you back

you're so small though, he doesn't mind his wee little monster trying to mess with him and his work<3

A/N: just LOOOVE thinking about toji with clingy s/o. this was a lil something to thank for 400+ followers :) love y'all, likes, comments n reblogs are appreciated<3

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔳!𝔯𝔬𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔧𝔦 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 Յ...

𝘚𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭, 𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘛𝘰𝘫𝘪 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴.

(𝘡𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦- 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘫𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 :))

╰┈➤ Here's Part one. Perv!Roommate Toji.

╰┈➤ Here's Part two. Perv!Roommate Toji part 2.

Toji is the only roommate you've ever had since moving away from home, but he may be the worst you've ever had. Why you ask? Well panties go missing, he's often sick and always requires your attention, another reason is you he's always calling your name at night but acts like it never happened in the morning. He's not all bad though, tojis is an amazing cleaner and cook and doesn't mind staying home so you can work, which in your eyes excused the weird things that happens.

Toji hates the people you go on dates with, he believes they aren't worth your time and he's not wrong All they want is your body which disgust toji. Which is why anytime toji knows your going on a date, he immediately ruins it. Threatening your date, ruining your clothes, slashing your dates tires. Anything he can do to make sure you have to stay home, toji is already doing. Once you come crying to toji about how your date canceled, he'll take you out himself.

Toji takes you to one of his favorite restaurant, telling you to get whatever you want. Toji will happily buy anything that you want. Now dress, Food, Manga, Figurines, anything your dumb little head can think of toji will buy it happily for you and all you have to do is just be loyal to toji, even if your not dating him.

Now even though you and toji have showered together and even slept in the same bed, he's never done anything. This doesn't stop the fantasy of toji getting to fuck you. His favorite thing to dream about is being able to throat fuck you, sadly it's just toji fucking his hand but he can dream right? Toji loves being able to think about how pretty you'd look crying and gagging. Cries muffled about how how cock is too big, your cries just fueling toji to go deeper. "Just a little throat training baby, you can keep going right? I promise it'll be over soon" toji coos knowing full well the fun is only starting.

Toji will give your throat a break, unfortunately though, he goes for thighs. Ripping the pants you wore, sliding the tip up and down spreading your spit and saliva across your thighs before starting to fuck your thighs. He's not any nicer, his thrust only getting rougher, hips slamming against your ass. Tojis mind immediately thinking about the brusies he'll leave behind, marking you as his, this thought alone has him cumming all over your thighs.

Toji will happily give you soft kisses all over the back of your neck whispering soft praises, wrapping his arms around you to cuddle with you for a while. Toji is a big cuddler so expect about 5 minutes of cuddles before toji stops being clingy and draws you a bath. Gently washing your body and all the cum off you, washing your hair before letting your relax once he gets you out of the bath.

Hopefully tojis dreams will soon become a reality.

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chosos-mascara · 1 year

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you shouldn't

𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - arriving at toji's home after a break-up, you decide to finally make a move.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - age gap (reader is mid-20s, toji is late 40s), sex, some angst but resolved, fingering, teasing, petnames, no mentions of birth control, dom!toji, dilf!toji

minors + ageless dni 4k words

"What're ya doing here, kid?" Toji was dishevelled, a bath robe tied loosely around his waist, chest open to reveal a few scars behind the silk. Your eyes were puffy, swollen from tears, lips bloated and peeling, a few marks from where you'd bitten the soft skin a little too much. A state you hadn't wanted him to see, but one he'd answered the door to nonetheless, much to your embarrassment.

"He broke up with me." The sentence left you with reluctance, eyes unable to meet his, instead trailing down to meet the indentations of pink painted on his skin, a mark you knew had been the result of a previous job. Toji sighed and stepped back, opening his door wider to accommodate you, though not before shooting you a disapproving look. "Told ya it wouldn't last." He couldn't help but to scold you for mistakes, no matter how much you'd been hurt in the process. Though, this was new - you hadn't turned up to his home through tears before.

"I trusted him," A sob racked over you as you'd explained, the warmth inside his hall kissing your cold cheeks. "I don't know why. They're all the same." The final words were quieter as you sniffled back another cry, shaking your head. "You keep lettin' these guys fuck with ya. 's your own fault." His voice was a little muffled; you'd understood he had been bringing a cigarette to lips and lighting it with the way the sentence had left the curve of a half open mouth. "Thought he was different, Toj'." You glanced up to him, sporting the usual puppy-dog eyes - the sole reason Toji couldn't turn you away. His social battery was lower than most, though when it'd come to you, his tolerance had increased. There was something about the way you'd looked at him, your mannerisms, and the fact he'd known you'd needed him. Even if you hadn't explicitly told him, Toji understood he was a big part of your life.

He'd been your father's friend - not that you'd spent much time with the man himself; a business partner. Toji hadn't thought himself as a good dad, often leaving Megumi for extended periods of time, but when he'd met an eighteen-year-old you over dinner with the old man, he'd realised his parenting had been award-winning compared to his associate's. Your relationship with Toji had been purely business related at first, beginning a career under the family's sector as his secretary, and through pity, the black-haired male had taken time out of his day to look out for you. You'd play back, and he'd appreciate your witty responses, eventually looking forward to the grin greeting him before he'd step into his office. It had been a number of years ago now, and something had bloomed between the pair of you.

Toji had assumed you'd seen him as a parental figure - he'd been in his late forties while you still in the midst of twenties, a large age gap according to him. Though after a few drinks at the work's Christmas party he'd been dragged to, he'd been met with a confession from yourself - "I used to have a pretty big crush on you." One he found himself remembering late at night, pondering over what would have happened if in that moment, he would've made a move. But, that had been a year ago, and you'd seen multiple people within that time frame - all of which Toji had hated.

Though, he needn't worry about them because after a month or so, they'd drop like flies. You hadn't been able to figure out why, though indulging in the positiveness Toji would offer to you after break-ups, spilling gossip to him in the break-room and basking in the odd compliment of your character he'd fish out in an attempt to aid your sadness. He'd figured out long ago that the reason had been down to your mental state, and the damage caused over the years by your environment. The male had figured that the men looking for a fling hadn't the emotional capacity to support you, and at times, he wasn't sure he'd be able to either.

"Can we watch a movie, or something?" You questioned, bringing the back of your hand to rub away the tears that had accumulated over your face, glancing back to the male. Toji nodded, exhaling smoke and gesturing to his attire - or lack thereof. "Ain't doing shit in this, let me get dressed." The male moved toward the wooden staircase in the hall beside you, placing a foot on the first step before turning back to add to the previous sentence. "Wanna change? Get somethin' comfy on - I don't know what girls like to wear 'n shit."

A laugh escaped tired lips, appreciating the thought he'd had, a gracious nod followed by eager footsteps. Following the male upstairs, you waited outside of the door you'd understood had belonged to his bedroom, listening to the muted noises of movement as he'd rummaged through drawers, pulling a cotton tee and a pair of pyjama bottoms up to study. They'd looked a little too large for you, but with the draw-string, he was sure they'd be good enough. The new outfit had been thrown over his half-bent arm while he'd met you back at the door-frame, stretching the limb out to offer you the fabric. Reaching forward and wrapping fingers around the garments, your skin grazed the silk of his dressing-gown, warmth radiating through the thin attire to bestow heat onto your hand. You'd lingered a little longer than needed, feeling an emptiness once more as his presence left you.

You brought the clothing with you into his bathroom, sliding-door closed behind you for privacy. It had only taken a few moments to change, the newly acquired outfit smelling just like the man you'd taken it from - it had been likely the garments had been left unwashed after he'd worn them last. A large mirror sat above the sink, one you'd glanced over to admire the clothes over your body. The old tee-shirt was baggy, trousers too, hiding your figure in a slightly unflattering way, yet your chest had still tightened as fingers traced over the creases, a warmth within you knowing these had been worn by him.

Toji had been sat wide-legged on the old couch, eyes lingering over you as you'd entered the room. The sensation he'd felt rising through him had been unusual, a fluttering within his stomach, one he'd attempted to push away as he'd removed his gaze from you, hoping the thoughts at the forefront of his mind would subside so he could get through the evening without initiating something the pair of you would come to regret.

"You looked at me funny." The timid voice coming from beside him as you'd seated yourself had caused a strained sigh to leave his lips. He'd wished you'd push your curiosity aside and ignore the tension between the pair of you, something you'd seemingly done with ease when you'd been dating your last fling. Toji was a little too old for you - not to mention a business associate with your father. If the asshole found out he'd fucked his daughter, it'd be over. "Nah, I didn't." Denial, that was something Toji had done often.

"Do I look that bad?" You'd laughed while asking, though there had been a twang of pain with the question. It was easy to understand he wouldn't appreciate you in the state you'd arrived in, though you'd hoped there was a chance he'd see a natural beauty through the midst of tears, or now, in clothing two sizes too big. "You look pretty." The response had his cheeks warming up, face tilting away from your line of sight after the last word had left his mouth. The man beside you hadn't been affectionate, and wouldn't start now.

The compliment had caused a grin to spread eagerly across lips, though with Toji's line of sight aimed at the television before you, he hadn't noticed the consequence of the sheepish words he'd spoken. A late night talk show had been showcased before you, the host talking with an A-list celebrity, though it had been difficult to focus on the screen. With Toji's legs spread apart, his right knee had rested against yours, back slumped against the cushions behind him. His face ahd been painted with his usual tired scowl, eyes half open.

It was possible your heightened emotions following the conflict you'd faced earlier had caused a small misjudgement, though you'd been aware of the feelings you'd had toward the male, finally feeling a surge of confidence. There had been some contemplation with your actions before you'd executed the desire, a question of whether the activity soon to follow Toji zoning out before the television had been appropriate - it hadn't. Yet, the fight within your mind hadn't been able to stop you leaning forward, wrapping fingers idly under the hairs kissing his neck, pressing his lips to yours.

You held your lips against his for a moment, awaiting a reaction before continuing. Initially, there had been a jolt of surprise, his palm meeting your shoulder, but following the small movements he'd remained still. There was a weak push, causing you to shift backward, breaking the kiss. Eyes fluttering open, heart beating, you looked at the man wide eyed, the taste of ciagrettes on your lips.

"What're you doing?" His questioning tone had been gruff, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance, yet you could tell from his body language he'd wanted to continue. "I-" You inhaled, face only inches from his, breath fanning over wettened lips. "I really like you." The child-like confession was spoken as a whisper, imagining the scolding words that were about to leave his lips, because even if Toji had felt the same way, there would be an inner-conflict on whether he'd felt he deserved it.

"You shouldn't." He was quiet, soft timbre from his throat, dismissing the admission. Though as his features moved closer to yours, he'd allowed his actions to counteract his head, closing the gap between you to taste you once more. The motions against one another had been gentle, as if testing the waters.

Toji's tongue slid along yours, exploring your mouth while he'd kissed you, hands caressing your body before settling over your hips. He'd squeezed over the fat as he pulled you toward him, your legs widening to allow yourself room to straddle his lap. Breathing heavy, you maintained the slurry of sloppiness against him, fingers clutching tightly over the hairs at the back of his head, a groan tumbling from him to show appreciation to the action.

Your hand fell to the waistband of the jogging-bottoms he'd been wearing, fingers hooking the hem to pull lightly at the fabric, an indication of what you'd wanted. Pushing his hips upward, he'd allowed the movement, hard dick freed from the confides of the cloth prison. Mirroring the display, the pyjama bottoms he'd gifted you had been removed, cock lined at your dripping cunt before you'd sunk down, a gasp as you'd felt yourself stretch over his size. Toji hissed, throwing his head back while tightening his hands over your sides, as if to offer some stability.

"Fuck, baby." The voice erupting from the male's chest had been one you'd dreamed of, so breathless and hoarse, a demonstration of the pleasure he'd felt through the movement of your hips. "Feels s' good." You uttered words of appraisal, hands on each of his shoulders to aid in the bobbing movement, messy sounds gushing from between the pair for your thighs. Toji pushed upward, pulling you down in order to bottom out, a whimper falling from your lips at the fullness. Both chests rising and falling at an increased rate, hums cascading from parted lips, Toji brought his head forward, eyes watching intently while you'd bounced on his cock. The way he'd fixated his gaze on you had felt invasive, stare hardened, pupils blown-out from lust. His attention sent a throb between your legs, swollen clit making friction upon his waist with each languish movement.

"Wanted to do this f'r so long-" The deceleration had barely been articulated through whines, thighs shaking from the strenuous activity. You were sure he'd feel the tremble as his hands dropped to sit on your legs, though if he had, he'd been unfazed, simply appreciating the effort. A squeeze of his grip, jolt of his hips followed by a groan had signalled his release, eyes squeezing closed. Toji hadn't often looked at peace, weighed down by the stress of running a business, and having a teenage son, yet during this moment, his expression relaxing through post-orgasm bliss, he had looked calm.

You leaned forward, placing a haphazard kiss against his forehead, hands embracing both sides of his face. Green eyes peered up to your fatigued expression, guilt painted over his countenance, though the nervousness his appearance had given you was pushed down with the hopes of what was to come from the encounter.

"I don't think this should happen again." After holding you close and eventually making your way to his bedroom, the words Toji had spoken while gripping his morning coffee had been the last you'd wished to hear. He took a sip, allowing the statement to brew within your unexpectant mind, panic setting across you. Grimacing, he tore his sight from the kitchen floor to the mug, a reluctant swallow of the liquid before inspecting the coffee machine responsible for the beverage. A large hand flicked the switch on the side, displaying his realisation the machine had been set to cold, pouring the unwanted coffee into the sink before placing the cup back down, whirring filling the thick atmosphere as a second drink had been prepared for him. A situation that, before he'd spoken the short sentence, would have been comical to watch. Now, it had only felt uncomfortable to sit through, pitying the old man's display.

"Why?" You questioned desperately, dropping your gaze to the granite breakfast bar you'd been propped up against, hands holding your chin for support. An attempt to remain calm through the encounter had you consciously breathing in, and out, controlling the amount of oxygen entering your lungs, though with this manual movement, you'd felt more breathless than if you'd allowed your body's natural response. "It's not right." Toji spoke, morning voice still low, eyes drooping from fatigue. You'd wodnered if he'd slept at all by the state before you, the man's conscience had been worst than most - odd considering the fact he'd come across as egotistical and blunt. When involving friends and family, there had been something deep-rooted within him, most likely due to a past encounter that had been unknown to you. Pride, and loyalty, had been meaningful.

"Look, kid." He began, an elongated exhale had signified his lack of desire for debate, mug now placed on the counter beside him, fingers instead pressing to his temple. "I'm old enough to be your dad. I know your old man ain't shit, but I don't wanna defy him either. Imagine he finds out we're foolin' around." Green eyes failed to meet you as he looked to the other corner of the kitchen, and you were left to wonder if he'd shared feelings with you, or had been unable to accept them.

The thought of either hadn't been comforting. Toji had been the person you'd trusted for the last handful-or-so of years, a person you'd consider a friend. His rejection would mean an alteration in the dynamic you'd shared, something you'd been unprepared for. "So, you just used me?" The accusation fell from your mouth, anger bubbling through the anxieties you'd felt, thinking back to the night you'd shared, a vulnerability you'd allowed him to see. "What're you talkin' about? You came onto me-" His voice was raised, hand slamming against the counter beside him as his face contorted in annoyance. "You could've said no!" Matching the tone he'd served to you, you stood, the chair once housing you now pushed backward with the momentum that indignation had brought you. "I've loved you for years, Toji." His name had your voice breaking, frown trembling with emotion, vision blurring through tears. The fact he'd been like every other male you'd been involved with over the past few years had broken your heart deeper than any pain you'd felt, disappointment in the cracks of your mind.

"Told ya last night - you shouldn't." There was a pain across his features, one that had been difficult to interpret through your own emotion. "Because, you're scared?" The question was faint, voice soft as you stepped toward him. His arms crossed over his chest, eyes rolling at the behaviour you'd conducted, unwilling to confront how he'd truly felt. "I ain't scared - god, you're such a brat." Another strained sigh had escaped his chest, Toji shaking his head. "I haven't dated since-" He paused, eyes leaving yours to flicker up to the ceiling in thought, reminiscing on the past. "Since Megumi's mother. I'm not fit to be a boyfriend or whatever shit you've got planned." The admission had your eyes tearing up, a stray tear rolling down your heated cheeks. Reaching a hand forward, you met his face, brushing over the stubble protruding his skin, prickling your finger-tips. Though, you ignored the roughness to bring his face closer to yours, a kiss planted on his parted lips. When it had come to Toji, you were willing to stand up to him, understanding the defence mechanism he'd developed of pushing those he'd cared of away, as if to protect them.

"I just want you." The four words spoken had been enough consolation. Toji pressed forward, bringing his hands to cup both cheeks as he pushed into you, an increase in passion as your lips danced with one another. A kiss unlike the ones shared the night before - years of friendship, of guidance, support, transferred between the pair of you as a reminder of the moments you'd shared.

Hands moved to cup one another's bodies, his gliding beneath the fabric of the shirt he'd given you to feel the curves beneath, lifting the hem to slide fingers against bare skin. His touch had been electric, a euphoric affection he'd gifted to you through the grazing of his tongue to yours. The way in which each of you had slotted against one another had been mesmerising, a feat of fulfilment you had felt with no other being. Two flames fighting for dominance; after last night's events, Toji had wanted to take the lead. "Bedroom." The noun had been uttered between kisses, the male eventually pulling back to take your wrist into hand, pulling you toward the staircase.

The ascent was quick, a silent journey taken with haste, and once through the door you hadn't a chance to look over the room, instantly being drawn to him as large digits encased cotton, his loose tee being removed from your body. With a moment taken for adoration of the woman before him, Toji leaned forward, attaching himself back to you, your own hands undressing bottom half before being ushered to the double bed showcased within the middle of his bedroom. Somewhere between your arrival and the male placing himself between your spread thighs, he'd disregarded his own trousers, though instead of using his hardened member to fuck into you with, he'd caressed sodden lips with his fingers, ghosting over your clit before dipping a digit into you.

With a gasp, he was encouraged on, adding his ring finger to middle, sliding them into your opening before beckoning them back out. Your back arched, mouth open and static as your body focused on the sensation his fingers brought to you, a smirk on his lips from the lack of your ability to multitask. "So wet already." His statement was condescending, a rough kiss against your cheek, though despite the cruel action, you'd tightened around him in pleasure. "Like that, baby?" The deep voice tickled your ear, another sloppy press of his lips against neck. Lewd sounds penetrated the atmosphere, a squelching from your increasing arousal. His presence had changed, less conflicted over his actions, allowing himself to take authority over you. "Listen to yourself, so fucking dirty." Using the hand he had free, Toji wrapped his fingers around your chin, forcing head still to be locked into his gaze. Biting your lip, you challenged his superiority, allowing eyes to meet his.

"Tell me what you want." The demand had been evidence to Toji's desires, wishing to take things further, yet wanting to appear unanimous. He scissored the fingers apart slightly while plunging them in and out of you, a moan being forced from you at the motion. "Y-your cock, please." The act of begging hadn't been one that had appealed to you previously, though with Toji working you up, you'd understood what it had truly meant to ache for dick. The need to feel his member within your walls, the understanding that his pleasure was as heightened as yours, was all you were able to picture through the haze you'd fell within.

Toji fulfilled the request without hesitation, moving the digits to grip at your side as he'd pushed himself into you, thumb moving to rub circles across your clit as he'd fucked himself deep into you. The gradual build up to this predicament had meant an inability to keep quiet, moans exiting you with each roll of the swollen bud, eyes squeezing shut and mouth wide. He laughed, though through your own sounds it had been difficult to tell.

"So fucking tight." His praise wasn't lost on you despite the noise, a faint smile forming over your lips, another clench around the thick cock that had been fucking into you. "You best be thankin' me when you cum all over my cock, pretty girl." Toji's words echoed through your ears, back arching while you'd fallen closer to climaxing, squeezing and pulsing over him. He'd grunted, eyes threatening to close, though forcing them open as he'd refused to miss a moment of witnessing you writhing in his sheets, moments from creaming over him. He could feel your orgasm approaching, walls spasming, desperate gasps for air. "What'd I say?" Toji reinforced his request, to wish you'd mumbled out the words;

"Thank you, thank you, thank-" Rendered speechless, only a scream had been able to replace the words you'd spoken, eyes rolling back to reveal only white to the male bullying into you. Toji watched you contort under him, succumbing to the high you'd reached, clamping over his cock. The tight squeeze had him groaning, milking his seed to flush within your walls, a unison of pleasure.

Toji didn't pull out for a few moments, instead basking within the fog of his mind, running hands over the bare body under him. You'd felt cool air when he'd eventually vacated you, opening your eyes when he'd placed hands beneath you, manoeuvring you to lay beneath the sheets, head hitting pillow. He'd joined you, mattress sinking as his weight had been added. You'd wanted to remind him it'd been morning, and protest a nap so early within the day, though as if he'd known the sentence your lips had been about to form, Toji raised a hand. "Jus' get some more sleep." With his arm resting over you, head residing in the gap between your own and your shoulder, you did as he'd requested, closing eyes to rest beside him once more.

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8aji · 1 year

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Two in love can make it, take my heart and please dont break it. // f.t.

pairing: husband!toji fushiguro x reader, ft. megumi

wc: 1.3k

synopsis: sure, one could think of all those poor parents trying to deal with their kids' attempts at 'parent trapping' them back together, but what about the parents that have the burden of sharing a healthy, happy marriage?

tags/cw: fluff, dad + husband!toji bc best trope to ever exist <3 ooc!toji, mentions of divorce, megumi being very naive, implied insecurity.

a/n: a very very late valentine's gift from me to ya'll <3 i present you this 'parent trap' but not really drabble with toji bc he deserves all the love in the world and im willing to lose sleep if it means he gets it. // quick disclaimer! this was beta read by my best friend grammarly !! so if yall find any mistakes its one them :)

m.list ˖ tags ˖ byi/dni

"What did you say 'Gumi?" You asked, picking up the wooden spoon you had dropped to the floor. You had heard him loud and clear; louder and clearer than usual you would. But just in case your ears were failing you, you felt compelled to ask again, still stunned at the words that had slipped through your son's lips.

The spiky-haired child next to you pouted in dismay, rolling his tired eyes and dramatically sighing in dismay like a tired old man. He let his cheek fall on top of the marble countertop and looked up at you while blowing a raspberry. He wasn't asking anything out of this world; to him, it was a pretty reasonable request that could be easily arranged if only the two of you talked it out like the adults you were.

"I said," he dragged out, huffing once again and letting his arms sprawl in front of him, "If you and daddy can get a divorce."

"Why do you want us to get a divorce–"

"Who's getting a divorce!" Almost like he weighed nothing, Toji had pulled Megumi up into his arms, rephrasing your question into a lighthearted statement before he carefully spun him around, making the pouty kid break into a fit of giggles.

"You two!" Megumi exclaimed back, throwing his arms up in the air when he felt secure enough in his dad's arms.

"I'm sorry, what?" You almost ran to the other side of the counter the minute Toji's face fell in confusion, almost dropping the child he was oh-so securely holding in his arms. "Are we?"

"'Are we' what?"

"Are we getting a divorce?"

"Yes!"

"No." You cut off an excited Megumi, making him frown again once your husband sat him back down on the counter. He refused to look at you, crossing his arms and moving his face in every direction possible just to avoid your gaze.

Toji shot you a questioning look, trying to telepathically communicate with you at the sight of your seemingly defeated son, the one who had previously been bouncing up and down as he ran towards you once he got back home from Yuuji's house.

You shrugged in return, not having even a clue as to why he was acting like he was denied his lifelong wish. You'd have to admit Megumi could be a very dramatic child when he wanted, but with the subject matter at hand? Your marriage with Toji was as healthy as any marriage could be. The two of you even made the bare minimum of going to therapy before raising a child, so what exactly had prompted your son to ask about a possible divorce? You had no clue; maybe you should call Kaori, and ask her what exactly had gone down at the Itadori household.

"Megs," Toji sat on one of the stools right in front of Megumi, who looked away from his dad just like he had done to you, "why do you want us to get a divorce?"

His question prompted you to follow suit, standing next to him and leaning against his shoulder. Megumi's eyebrows fell into an even deeper frown, hugging his legs close to his chest. He looked straight at his feet, moving them from side to side as if to distract himself from the perfect display of a happy marriage in front of him.

"If you get a divorce." He mulled over the terms of his bargain, tapping his index finger cutely over his chin. "I will learn to tie my shoes on my own, pinky promise."

"'Gumi," you drawled at the evident attempt to avoid the question. You ran your hands through his messy hair, reaching out slowly to see how he would react and almost cooing once he melted against your touch, letting out a yawn in the process. "Aren't you going to answer daddy?"

"Fine," he pouted, making grabby hands towards you; you hadn't realised it was already a little bit past his bedtime. "I want you to get a divorce so me and my friends can get you back together…" He trailed off with a yawn once he was secure in your arms, nuzzling his cheek against the crook of your neck, the last bits of energy wearing off.

"And, uh, how exactly did you come up with this idea?" You patted his back before signalling to Toji with your eyes, silently telling him to help you put Megumi to bed. You had to admit that even if you were caught off guard by his paradoxical master plan, it still made you chuckle in amusement.

"We had a Lindsay Loohan marathon today."

"'You mean Lindsay Lohan sweetheart?" Toji intervened, trying his best to contain his own laughter as he opened the sticker-covered door, letting you walk inside before leaving it ajar.

"Yes, she." he hummed through a sleepy haze, rubbing his tired eyes with the back of his hand. "Princess Diana and the puppy from Air bud were also on the movie as well."

"In the movie." You corrected, a warm smile overtaking your lips as you laid him down in his bed, motioning Toji to grab his doggy pyjamas.

"'m sorry," he mumbled, not bothering to hide the big yawn he let out while he stretched, "Princess Diana and the puppy from Air bud were also in the movie."

"'The parent trap'?" Toji asked, brushing away Megumi's fringe before he began to change him, the hint of a smile clear through his words. It was a comically endearing sight; the humongous man kneeling on the floor in front of a tiny race car bed, making his son laugh by tickling his cheeks.

"'t's one of Yuu's favourite films…"

"Hm, I see." You chuckled, confusion finally melting into a mild amusement as your kid finally left his cryptic questions behind. "And did you like it?"

He hummed again, the sound almost down to an imperceptible whisper; he crawled under his blankets while blindly looking for his black and white dog plushies. "Can we watch it tomorrow with pancakes?"

"Chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes?" Copying Toji's previous antics, you brushed your fingers through his tresses while you waited for a response.

"Both please?"

"That can be arranged," Toji adds, fondly looking at the way Megumi pulled his plushies closer to his chest, curling into a little ball as he hogged the blanket.

You'd do anything in your power to keep the three of you like this; all huddled in your son's bedroom, the only thing illuminating the walls being the small night light next to his bed, with Toji as relaxed as he could be and Megumi all warm and cuddly.

"For the record," your husband whispered next to you, never tearing his eyes from Megumi's sleeping form, "we're not getting a divorce, right?"

Despite his intimidating over 6ft figure, he was the most precious man to ever exist, with so much love to give even if he didn't know how to express it all that well. He had grown so much from how he had been when the two of you first met, slowly opening up to you and the rest of the world in spite of his fears and insecurities. You knew a lot of it was still deeply buried in the depths of his mind; sooner or later it was bound to arise, even if the trigger was one of Megumi's innocent, though mildly out of pocket, jokes.

Careful not to wake up the sleeping toddler, you scooted closer to him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. A small smile etched on his lips at your touch, moving your interlocked hangs back and forth as gently as possible. No language in the world could describe the love you held for the man sitting in front of you. But you could still try. Not with the overtly cheesy words he was still getting used to, or with the thousand paged essay you could write just describing the beauty within his eyes. But with something else, more simple and genuine even if to others the true meaning could get lost in its simplicity.

"I couldn't even dream of it."

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chrollosdoll · 2 years

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Can You Help Me ?

SUMMARY: In which you and Toji have had a long week, so you decide to give him a little surprise.

FORMAT: One Shot.

CW: NSFW!!!, dom!toji x sub!femreader, doggy style!, missionary!, stand and carry!, lingerie!, teasing!, praise!, cunnilingus!, fingering!, begging!, oral(receiving)!, hair pulling!, cock drunk!, impact play!, rough sex!, use of darling and pretty girl!, MINORS DNI!!!

TW: None.

NOTES: If this flops like my Eren smut from last week then I’m deleting this account.

WC: 1.3k +

You tap your feet in anticipation as you wait for your boyfriend to get home. You’ve both had an extremely long week so you wanted to give him a small surprise. You go into the bathroom and slip on some red lacy lingerie, and put your work dress back over it. And when you hear the front door knob jiggling you slip your heels back on to make it look as if you had just gotten home.

“Hello love”, he smiles as he walks into yall’s bedroom.

You walk over to him pulling him into a tight hug.

“How was your day?”, you ask, releasing him from the hug.

“The same as always, how about you?”

“It was alright”, you respond.

He walks over to the bed taking off his shoes and coat.

‘What the the fuck do I even say again’, you think to yourself, forgetting your entire plan. ‘Hey wanna fuck?’, you mimic yourself in your own mind.

“Hey uh, Toji”, he looks up at you waiting for your question.

“Can you help me with my dress?”

“Come here”, he tells you.

You walk over to him as he parts his legs slightly for you to step in between them. Once you do, he turns you around and zips you down. His eye catches sight of the lacy design across your back and he puts his hands on your shoulders, slowly bringing the dress further down before letting it fall to the floor. He smiles at you before tugging you in closer.

“Is all of this for me?”, he asks you, smirking.

You nod quietly as you can’t seem to find your voice.

He turns you around.

“C’mon pretty girl, use your words”

“Yes”, you answered.

He laughed as he put his hands over his eyes and sighed. You looked down and saw the large tent in his pants. ‘Goddamn’, you think to yourself. No matter how many times you see it, you’re still shocked every time you see his sheer length. His hand falls from his face as he fondles the small bow in between your chest.

“You’re so good to me”, he says before picking you up and laying you down on the bed underneath him.

He brings his face down to yours and stops right before your lips connect to his, but close enough for him to feel the rapid speed of your heart beat. He lowers his head once more to kiss you. You part your lips, allowing him into your mouth as he deepens the kiss. His wet tongue traces the outline of your lips as they glide across your mouth with your tongue meekly following his.

Usually on a day like this you two would be fast-paced after having pent up arousal for so long, but for some reason it feels oddly slow and sensual today.

He pulls away with a string of saliva breaking as he stands up and presses his lower body into yours, making your face redden.

“Look what you do to me”, he says, grinding his erection into you.

He goes down again.

“I just wanna bury my cock inside you”, he says into your ear, making heat pool between your thighs.

He kisses your neck before trailing them down your body. Your breath hitches as he kisses your folds before lazily starting to lap at your slit through the red lace. You arch your back off the bed, yelling his name and he yanks you back down before grabbing ahold of your waist.

“Don’t shy away now, you knew this was exactly what you wanted the second you bought this cute little ensemble. Besides, were nowhere near finished, you can’t tapout so early”, his voice vibrating into your clothed pussy.

You moaned, taking a hold of his hair, grinding your hips into his face.

“Toji, please”

“Please what”, he mused.

Your free hand travels down to slip off the bottoms to your lingerie, but he grabs ahold of your wrist stopping you.

“Don’t. I want you to keep it on”, he smiled.

“But, I want to feel you Toji”

He hooks a finger into your panties and scoots it over before he starts licking your clit making you tense.

“Can you feel me now darling”, he laughs, watching you writhe underneath him.

He brings two fingers up to part your folds before sucking onto your sensitive bud. Then, he buries his fingers knuckle deep into your cunt, curling them upward. You begin to scream and moan his name in pleasure, chanting it over and over again, almost like some sort of sick sex mantra. His tongue swirls at your bud, ghosting over it as you near your climax. As soon as you're close he removes his mouth leaving you cold and breathing shattered breaths.

“Toji…please”, you whimpered.

“Calm down, I just needed a moment to breath before I fuck your pretty little cunt with my tounge”

He starts going down on you again, this time keeping his promise to fuck you with his tounge. He goes in and out of your cunt at a fast pace, making you tighten around his tongue and come after just a few seconds. He lifts his head up from your dripping cunt and watches you tremble after receiving the best head in your entire life.

“You wanna help me out too, eh?”, he asks, unbuttoning his pants to reveal his erection.

Well shit.

He flips you over, pushing your shoulder into the mattress. He pumps his cock a few times before dragging the head up and down your entrance making you slightly irritated.

“Can you-”, you’re cut off when he pushes his dick harshly inside of you, making your knees bottom out under you. His pace starts off slow yet fast, by slowly thrusting inside just to end it with a brutal jerk.

“C’mon, I thought you were a little more patient than that”, he bends down laughing in your ear.

Your hands rip and tear at the sheets as your face buries itself into the mattress. His unrelenting tempo and merciless thrusts wrecking your insides all at once. You mumble out pleads of his name into the blankets in a drunk-like state, almost as if your intoxicated off of the way he fucks you.

He grabs you by your hair pulling you up so he can hear you better.

“What was that darling?”, he whispers in your ear.

Once you’re up, he flips you over again and picks you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct and he slams you down onto his cock once more, sending tremors throughout your body.

“W-wait, Toji. This position…”, you trail off when he bucks his hips into you again.

“What’s wrong…”

“ ‘s too deep”, you whined.

“Don’t worry, I think you can handle it”, he says, but sounding slightly less cocky than before. His disheveled hair and beads of sweat dripping down his face more it all the more apparent to you. Your watch as his face contorted in pleasure, when your muscles tighten around him. Finding some sort of confidence, you bring your face to his neck and start to plant wet kisses along his collarbone, making him moan in your ear.

He places you back down and you feel him lose his rhythm as his fucks into you sloppily in missionary. You release and he chases your climax a few seconds later, falling on top of you.

Deep breaths and the bustling city in the background take over your ears before he breaks the silence.

“I wish I could live inside of you”, he muses.

“Shut up you horny freak”, you say at his antics.

“I’m serious”, he says, flopping over to look at you.

“Let’s go wash up”

“Hey are you just gonna ignore me?”

‘Yes, yes I am’, you think to yourself.

You stand up heading over to the bathroom with him not too far behind. After washing up and changing the bedsheets, you and Toji get into bed before dozing off.

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sickslimez · 14 days

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MONEY LOVE! — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...toji loves to come into the club every week and spend his time watching you dance, finding himself infatuated with you

INFO...toji x stripper fem!reader, no smut, sexual tension, toji is kinda older, toji is rich, talks of blowjob, talks of sex, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

welcome to my second account everyone I’m @classyrbf but now I’m writing on here cause I’m shadowbanned so do not be alarmed if the writing and layout is similar bc it is me lol

At the end of every Friday, Toji finds himself driving to the strip club at the edge of town. The one that’s always crowded with gross old men looking to take one the dancers home for the night, ones that could never keep their hands to themselves, and eventually get kicked out for being too drunk. As much as he dislikes it, he only goes there for one thing. You.

He sits there, narrow eyes watching your figure sway around the pole, heels hitting the floor with each step you took. The bitter alcohol burns his throat as he takes a sip, watching the way you bend over in front of him, arching your back. All the others mutter around him, catcalling you and saying the most cliche things, but Toji keeps his thoughts to himself. Instead, he pulls out a wad of cash, counting the bills one by one. “Sweetheart,” he calls out to get your attention. You slowly turn towards him with a small smile. He hands you a few bills before saying, “keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll earn the rest.”

Toji knows that you’ve seen him before, always comes around the same time, the only man who tips big in this shitty town. The others just watch and get their dicks hard. With him, you’ve taken a liking, even if you didn’t know his name. He kept to himself, a reserved man, but he only ever watched you, wanted you. It made you feel special in a way. You kneel down in front of Toji, smirking at him. “What’s your name, Mister?” You ask, chuckling. Toji stares you down, a stoic expression on his face. “Oh, come on. You’re not gonna answer? I see you in here all the time,” you tease, reaching out to touch his hand. Still, no answer.

“Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here!” The others shout out, whistling. You pull away from Toji, strutting across the stage to give the other men a show, wrapping your leg around the pole and twirling around it.

It isn’t until almost the end of your shift when your manager tells you someone requested a private dance. You were exhausted, but still, all you were thinking about was the money. Hopefully, whoever this person was had it. You changed into another scandalous outfit, freshening up before you headed over to the private rooms. Slowly opening the door, your eyes met with Toji’s. “Still here?” You smiled, shutting the door behind you.

He sat on the velvet couch, legs spread, the purple led lights bouncing off of his skin. You walked over to him, standing in between his legs as he stared up at you. “What is it that you’re looking for, hm?” You asked, leaning over so you were face to face with him. Your lips were only inches away from his. “I see you every week, same day, same time, yet I don’t even know your name.”

“Toji Fushiguro,” he answered, plainly.

“And what is it that you want, Toji?” Your hands slowly pushed him back, brining your legs over his waist, straddling him. The scent of expensive cologne filled your lungs.

He found it hard not to touch you right now, your body pressed right against him and he couldn’t do a single thing about it. He’s become infatuated with you, more infatuated than he’s ever wanted to be. He stared you in the eye, catching the glint and that smirk you always have. He finally decided to break the silence. “I want you.”

A laugh erupted from your chest as you shook your head at him. “We don’t do those kinds of services here. Strictly a strip club, Mr. Fushiguro.”

“I don’t think you’re understanding what I’m saying, sweetheart. I don’t mean sex,” he scoffed.

“Oh.” You blinked, shocked.

“I wanna take you on a date, spend time with you. You’re a beautiful girl who deserves more than old creeps trying to fuck her every second just because she’s doing her job. Though, it completely your choice.” He slightly tilted his head to the side.

“Do you…mean it?” You asked, mostly at a loss for words.

“When are you free?” He questioned.

“All day tomorrow, I’m not doing a thing,” you replied.

“Good.” He picked you up off of his lap, sitting you on the couch. “Here’s my number, text me.” He handed you a small slip of paper. “Oh, and here’s the rest of that cash.” He pulled out the wad of cash he had in his hand earlier, giving it to you like nothing. “When are you off work?”

“Um,” you stared up at his tall and muscular figure, “in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll take you home, I’ll be outside.” He walked out the room, leaving you sitting there on the couch dumbfounded. Did that seriously just happen? Muffled club music filled your ears as you sat there, staring into the room. Your gaze slowly shifted to the money in your hand, a mix of five thousand and ten thousand yen bills.

The back door the club squeaked as you opened it, the night breeze hitting you in the face as soon as you stepped out. A small shiver sent up your spine, heels clicking against the pavement, eyes wandering around the parking lot for Toji. Turning the corner, you caught sight of him. He was leaning against his car, cigarette in hand as he blew the excess smoke from his lungs. A smile crept up on your face, slowly walking over to him. “Hey,” you spoke, catching his attention.

He looked up, seeing you standing right in front of him. You adjusted the duffel bag you had on your shoulder, full of the money you made tonight and the outfits you had brought along. “You ready?” He asked, flicking his cigarette on the floor and snuffing it with his shoe. You gave a simple nod. He opened the passenger door for you, allowing you to get it first and shutting it behind you. The gesture made you smile even if it was the bare minimum. You’ve barely met this guy, yet he’s the first to treat you with more respect than anyone you’ve ever met. “Where do you live, sweetheart?”

“Oh, I live on 51st street, you know those apartments by the highway,” you informed.

“Yeah, I know, I pass by there all the time heading to work.” He reversed out of the parking lot, looking over his shoulder to make sure no cars were approaching.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything from me? Like at all? Not even a kiss? Heated makeout session? A blowjob?” You asked, laughing slightly.

Toji chuckled at you, shaking his head, “as much as I would love those things, no”

“Really?!” You asked, surprised.

“Really.” He glanced at you.

“Mmm, then how about after our first date?” You asked in a sultry tone.

“Do you really wanna fuck me that bad?” He stopped the car at a red light, turning his head to look at you.

“You kind of make it hard for me to not want to,” you explained, placing your hands around his arm, hugging it towards you.

“And why is that?” He placed his finger under your chin, lifting your chin. Your breath got caught in your throat as you stared into his dark eyes, feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest.

“You’re the first guy to ever treat me nicely,” you quietly told.

“As much as I’m flattered, it’s basic human decency. So, get used to it, yeah?” The light turned green, Toji tearing his gaze away from you as he began to drive again. You put your hands back in your lap, fiddling with the fabric of your duffel bag. The rest of the car ride was silent, but not awkwardly silent. It was peaceful, the roads empty, and feeling the small breeze on your skin from the cracked window. It was almost enough to put you asleep until the car came to a full stop.

You looked up to see you were in front of your apartment building. As you undid your seatbelt, Toji stopped you. “Tomorrow five o’clock, I’ll be here.”

“And I’ll be ready.” You smiled. He watched you open the car door before you stopped and turned back to face him. You leaned in planting a quick kiss on his cheek. “Thank you,” you muttered and stepped out of the car. He made sure you got in the building safely before pulling off. The scent of your perfume lingered in the car, and he could feel the lipgloss from your kiss still on his cheek, though he felt no need to wipe it off. He knew he was going to make you his girl the moment he laid eyes on you that night three months ago.

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glystenangel · 2 years

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Love Language

Soft!Toji x Afab!Reader Oneshot

tags/warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, smutty fluff, established relationship, unprotected sex, toji hits it from the back, oral sex (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, swearing & dirty talk, aftercare, saying i love you for the first time

~2.1k words

for the words of affirmation girlys lol

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

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Toji loves you.

You know he does, even though he never says it.

He’s a worn down man, and when he speaks the words are usually harsh or sarcastic.

You pick up on every cue anyway though.

When he holds you in his lap while watching tv and you fall asleep, you always wake up held to his chest in bed. You don’t ask him for much, but after Toji moves in with you, you notice that you never run out of coffee and your plants stay freshly watered. Every time you get into an argument, he comes up to you once you’ve both had time to cool off and asks if you’d like to take a walk with him. And every time, you take the offer, leading you two to make up while holding hands and watching the sky change hues.

He doesn’t like seeing you upset, and he likes you seeing him upset even less. Even so, he mumbles thank yous against your tearstained neck on the rare occasions he needs you to hold him and soothe his worries about the sacrifices he had to make for his son and the stress that comes with fighting to survive. You do your best to ease his burdens and comfort him, because he does the same for you and it hurts you both to see the other in any pain.

Both of your hearts seem connected in that way, instinctively feeling each other’s desire to be near each other and protect one another.

Toji hates leaving you as well, and you regularly have to convince him to leave for work or let you go when it comes time. He’ll give you impassioned kisses in the doorway and trail them down your neck, eagerly tugging your waist closer and urging you for just another minute or trying to persuade you to call in sick.

You adore that man, even if he has purposely made you tardy for work a handful of times. Life was much more fulfilling with Toji and your late night conversations, surprise dates, and shared inside jokes. Every day with him brings new, fond memories. It almost makes your heart burst whenever you think of him shading your eyes from the sun with his hands whenever you forget your sunglasses or when he scolds you any time he catches you about to lift something heavy without asking for his help first.

You know he feels the same, so when you say that you love him and he only smiles and kisses you in return, it doesn’t bother you and you don’t ask him to say it back.

Except when he finally does, it makes your heart swell with unspeakable happiness.

It happens when you least expect it, specifically when he is helping you wash vegetables and prep them for dinner.

“Hey, babe?” He calls over his broad shoulder as you search the fridge for more ingredients.

“Yeah?” You ask, popping your head back out to look at him.

“Grab me another potato, will you? They’re in the pantry.”

“Sure!” You reply, following his instructions and smiling when you find some in a small sack.

The first one you pick up is oddly shaped, and you turn it in your hands before gasping and running to the kitchen.

“Babe!” You practically shout, excitedly sliding to his side.

“What?” He asks, tone gruff and giving you a sideways glance as he sets down his knife. To give you his full attention, he promptly shoves what he was working on to the side.

“Look! It’s shaped like a heart! Isn’t that adorable?” You make a heart with your hands, holding the potato in the middle and placing it over your own heart.

He blankly stares at you, saying nothing.

The lack of response makes you irritated, “What? It’s cute! You have to admit this is incredible, I’ve never seen such a perfectly heart-shaped potato. The angle and curves are perfect!”

Toji suddenly laughs, and the deep sound fills the kitchen as you speechlessly watch his shoulders shake.

“You’re so fucking stupid. I love you.”

You nearly drop the potato, setting it down and choking out a stunned, “What?”

His face falls, “Oh. Shit, I mean-”

You don’t know what to say, and he cuts himself off and rakes his hands through his hair before facing you again.

“Look, I mean it. I know I don’t ever really say it, but…I do. I love you.”

He meets your eyes as he says it again, and a wave of affection floods your system. The admission makes your heart soar, and you can feel the upturned corners of your mouth press into your cheeks.

“I love you too. I don’t mind that you don’t say it, though I’m really happy to hear it now.” You place your hands on the back of his neck, and he naturally places his hands on your hips.

“It’s getting easier now that I’ve said it. I really mean it too.” He asserts, searching your eyes with a smile.

“The ‘I love you’ part or the me being stupid part?” You tease, and he lets out another chuckle.

“Both.” He answers simply.

“Fuck you!” You laugh and push him away, but you fail to escape his hold and he freely douses you with kisses.

“Maybe after dinner.” He says, pressing one last kiss by your ear.

The insinuation makes heat rush to your skin, and you try harder to wriggle out of his grasp.

“No way, you just called me stupid.”

“By stupid, I actually meant extremely cute. Honest.”

You waver for a second at his attempt to charm you, and then shake your head. “Still no.”

The two of you silently maintain eye contact, and after some time, your eyes betray you and drift to his smugly curling lips.

“Fine, how about right now?” He pins you against the counter, and you glare up at him.

The proximity of your bodies makes your cheeks grow hot, and Toji’s grin seems to widen upon noticing your flustered state. You feel your competitiveness kick in at his proud expression and quickly turn around to grind your ass into his obviously growing boner.

“If you can handle it.” You wantonly suggest, fully accepting that you'd come to regret challenging him before pulling his lips down to yours.

He instantly returns your kiss and you hurriedly undress in between breaths, throwing off your shirts and allowing him to squeeze his hands around your perked tits. He drags his hands all over your exposed skin, kissing down your shoulders as he tugs down your shorts and panties simultaneously. Toji roughly bends you over the counter, pushing you down by the back of your neck and relishing your whines as he leaves love bites down your spine. Every nip makes you squirm with delight, and the way he uses his other hand to steady your hip has your pussy impatiently drooling.

At last, he places both hands on the enticing shape of your ass, giving you a firm squeeze and spreading the plush mounds apart. A desperate whimper leaves you as he runs a finger down your leaking seams.

“Can you handle it?” Toji repeats your own words back to you, and you can feel your thighs trembling in lusty anticipation when he brings the head of his stiffened cock to your entrance.

“I can. I need it, please Toji.” You readily beg, arching your hips up by getting on the tips of your toes.

“God, you’re so sexy like this. All needy and desperate for my cock.” He slaps your ass, the sting making you wince until he starts spreading your soft folds apart and slowly entering you.

The stretch is delicious and familiar, your mouth falling open at his girth slickly stroking against your walls from behind.

He moves his grip to your lower back, reangling his hips and making you shudder when he leans down to whisper into your ear.

“Remember, I’m doing this because I love you.”

The warning makes you involuntarily drip more precum around his hardened cock, and he lets out a curse at the sultry sight and feeling. You’re so turned on from being told that he loves you that you can feel the saliva pooling underneath your tongue and your vision hazing over with want.

“You like hearing it that much?” He asks, beginning to wetly smack his hips into yours.

“Yes.” You confess, gasping between eager thrusts back onto his cock.

“Yeah? I can tell, you’re twitching like crazy. Feels so good.” His bare chest presses into your back again, and his lips ghost the shell of your ear.

The weight of him slamming into you and bearing down on you makes you breathless, and he’s reaching so deeply that you can feel his consistent pounding in your stomach. You can hardly speak, loud cries falling from your lips and feeling choked by the enormous size of his cock. You can feel every ridged inch caressing your insides, and all you can think about is how fucking good it feels.

“I love you.” He groans in your ear, increasing his pace and rubbing the swollen tip of his cock along your most sensitive places.

The phrase sounds so seductive as he pants it into your ear over and over again. At this point, all you can see is white as he rearranges your guts. The sounds are incredibly obscene, between your pussy ecstatically sucking at every motion of his cock and Toji’s grunts.

“I love you. I love you. I fucking love you, you know that?” It’s almost like a spell, making you both more delirious and aroused.

“I love you, Toji. Oh god!” The divine pressure in your core is maddening, and Toji feverishly ruts into you, his fingers digging into your sides.

You’re both chasing an intense high, totally losing yourself in the sheer pleasure of being together and eventually feeling your slick warmth coat Toji’s rigid cock in cum as he fills you up with his own creamy release. The possessive clenching of your walls to catch every drop of semen isn’t missed by Toji, and he doesn't change the rhythm of his motions until your pussy has had its fill.

He finishes with a couple more plunges into your ruined cunt, watching the milky fluid seep around his cock with satisfaction.

When he subsequently pulls out, you completely relax into the counter, and he kneels down to take care of the mess.

“Such a pretty cunt.” He murmurs, lapping at your quivering pussy and leaving tender kisses at its center. You can feel his hands determinedly splaying your thighs apart, and the frenzied pulse of his tongue gorging on your heady flavor.

The sensation of his lips between your thighs makes you moan, and he sloppily continues until you feel your pussy's throbbing meld with every skilled lick against your slit.

Your mewls get louder as he tongues your hypersensitive pussy, seeing stars and flinching when he starts rubbing at your clit with a couple of practiced fingers. He smears the meshed cum around your sore nub, lubricating the pads of his fingers and making your mind numb with every mouthwatering touch.

“Toji!” You scream, bucking wildly into his face.

He drapes a hand across your lower back to keep you in place, and you shiver from the bliss tingling up your spine and deep in your core.

He persistently swirls his tongue around your clit and sucks it hard, forcing your hips to spasm out of control as another orgasm shoots through you. He doesn’t stop, delivering more passionate licks to your overstimulated pussy and making you cum into his mouth until you’re wailing.

When he finally stands up and you can vaguely make out the rustling of fabric as he puts his sweatpants back on, you’re so weak that you can’t even get up.

Toji notices your utter exhaustion and gently kisses your shoulder, “I’m going to pick you up. Okay?”

You numbly nod, and he does his best to smoothly bring you into his arms. Once he accomplishes the task of carrying you from the kitchen to the bathroom, he carefully deposits you into the bathtub and turns the water on. He sits next to you on the bathroom floor and starts scooping the water over your tired form, kissing your forehead as you lean out of the tub to rest your cheek on his shoulder.

“I love you.” You hoarsely mumble.

“I love you too. That’s the last I’ll say it today though, I think I spoiled you a bit.” His voice is edged with amusement, and you would protest if only hearing him say it again didn’t make your core painfully tighten.

“Ugh, okay.” You concede, wrapping your arms around his sizable bicep.

“I’m guessing you aren’t going to be up for helping me make dinner anymore.” He tucks a loose tendril of hair behind your ear.

“Let’s just do takeout.” You wearily sigh, and he smirks.

“The heart potato lives another day, eh?”

You lift your head with a laugh, and you weave your arms around his neck to plant an adoring kiss to his cheek.

Toji loves you.

You know he does, even when he doesn’t say it.

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End Notes:

I literally blacked out while writing this idk LOL

on a slighttt Toji kick🥴👹

hope u enjoyed!<3

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mambalae-s · 11 months

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hiiii mamba baby congrats on your 100 milestone !! so proud of u & can’t wait to continue to support you throughout you’re writing journey— you‘re so talented !! ꒰ꕤᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ ꒱ྀ ིɞ

hehe you alr know my fav is toji <3 to describe myself, i’m really introverted but when it comes down to it i‘m not scared to speak my mind on certain things! i consider myself pretty hesitant to open up to people sometimes, but once you get to know me i can be primarily down to earth :) i also depict myself as more of a listener than a talker. my love language would definitely be food, quality time, and physical touch. my favorite season would maybe have to be winter !!

for the optional prompt— i‘d say me and toji really likes to do either missionary, full nelson, or doggy too. two kinks i could name would for sure be degradation and praise. i’m always weak when those too mix together >.<

as for a dream date !! hmm, i would probably envision me and toji somewhere out of the country like paris. i’d force him to go sight seeing with me and we would visit all sorts of foreign restaurants and museums— including the louvre museum & eiffel tower too, taking lots of pictures and he keeps them in his wallet just for memories <3

karma thank you so much for requesting with me!! i’ve been so eager to start for you ever since! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ im honoured really to be even writing something for you!! i’ll do my best just as i was up till now to make something that’ll make you happy!

╰┈➤ snowfallen wonders — karma x toji

╰┈➤ song — mami by paloma mami

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when i think of karma and toji, i think of luxury, but also simplistic comfort! i’d think of you two as an it-couple, that pairing that’s so enchanting and kind of mesmerizes everyone around them.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 really, the two of you together can be a bit intimidating! truly a power couple to be admired and revered, you know? all within that, i see the both of you spending most time amongst yourselves too, just enjoying each other’s company.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 toji absolutely loves giving you surprise kisses at any instance and time throughout the day. every now and then, he’ll lean down and press the sweetest kiss against your cheek, then pressing his lips to yours when you turn your head to him!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s so tender and sweet with you i’d like to think in the way he takes care of you. he wants to make sure you’ll never have to worry about absolutely anything at all! he takes to looking after things that you at times don’t give much thought to, and looks after maintaining your shared home so that you’ll be able to rest easily

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 other times, he likes to surprise you with gifts as well! he always buys you beautiful clothes and sweet smelling perfumes, and makes sure that there’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers for you. it’s all so that he can see your bright smile that he’ll tell people lights up even the darkest night

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 while he treats you very much like a queen, he also takes care of you in ways that doesn’t involve spending as well! toji enjoys planning at home dates, like candlelit dinners! a wonderful spread of homecooked food that he lovingly makes for you and glasses of your favourite wines.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 other nights, he looks after drawing warm baths for you, where he’ll gently detangle your hair and scrub your scalp with shampoo, and while you both lean against each other inside your bathtub scattered with fluffy bubbles and rose petals, he’ll gently comb through your hair with your favourite conditioner — and trust and believe, you’ll never have to spend another day worrying about expensive hair care, because toji takes care of it, no questions asked

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll take time massaging the products in until your curls and coils are soft and silky, and when you’re both nice and freshened up, he looks forward to wearing face masks with you. it’s his favourite thing in the world feeling your gentle touch rubbing his face with the array of skin care creams that you’d select beforehand, and he’ll always take his chances to press a quick kiss to your lips when you least expect it, sometimes smearing a bit of the products on your mouth!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll end up tasting the strange bitterness of your face creams and masks, but it’s so minuscule when you playfully bop his nose in retaliation. he loves to hear the sound of your laughter, and he’ll pull you in and press his forehead against the bare skin of your tummy, kissing you there and whispering that he couldn’t help himself. “you just looked so cute all focused and concentratin’.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 as toji does, he really enjoys surprising you. the both of you hadn’t ever travelled out of the country before, but you’d spent several late nights in his firm embrace, talking about where you’d both like to go and the things you’d do there. he’d thought that there would be no better place for you to begin seeing the world than paris

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 so! he put some money aside to take you in december. he knows that it’ll be a bit more expensive with the holidays, but he wants to see france at its brightest, with the beautiful lights and snowfall covering everything.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s so intent on making your travel perfect that he plans to go before it snows, wanting for the both of you to experience the first snowfall. no one knows this but you, but he’s a bit of a sappy romantic! months go by starting in the midst of summer, and he makes sure that everything’s prepared. he books a hotel for you months in preparation, buys the flight tickets, and makes note of everything he sees that he thinks you might like

𓆩ᥫ᭡ in preparation, he finds these amazing online courses to spend time with you so that you can learn some french together! and by the time you’re both booked for your flights and traveling on the way, you both make an agreement to spend most of your flight practicing with all the phrases you’ve learned! id think he’d enjoy seeing you so focused as you put your sentences together, worrying over the gramatical technicalities and verb conjugations that he can’t help but find you irresistibly adorable. he’d lovingly kiss you every now and then and tell you, in french, how proud of you he is

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when your flight lands, toji has a designated chauffeur that takes you both to the hotel right away. he understands that you’d be exhausted after a long journey, especially seeing as you’d really tried your best to stay awake so that you could admire all the lights of the city! however, you’d so cutely fallen asleep on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but to take a photo of you, mouth slightly open as your head bobbed against him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s on the next morning when your day properly starts! first, you must fill your tummies with the sweetest and fluffiest pancakes and french toast, covered in anything you could dream of! from fruits, maple syrup, chocolate or powdered sugar, or french toasts so big that you think they must be the size of your head all stacked up together!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he knows how you appreciate all different kinds of art forms, so he takes you to many different museums and galleries — from paintings of old, to contemporary displays of portraits and photography, he wants you to truly enjoy the things that so desperately captured your passions. you saw street performers, musicians and singers alike, at nightfall, he takes you to see the eiffel tower!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s as you told him about how it was illegal to take and distributed pictures of the tower at night (is it still? im sure that patent’s passed, right?) when the first snow finally fell. toji wastes no time to pull you in for a sweet kiss, taking your attention from beautiful white flakes to the warmth and softness of his lips. when he pulls away, he says with a quiet and winter missed whisper, that ‘sure it’s corny, but i wanted to kiss you when the first snow fell.’

NSFW HEADCANONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 toji loves to make you watch as he destroys you. i’d think there are lots of videos and photos that he has of of himself making you take him in the dirtiest and filthiest positions imaginable

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll tell you what a pretty little slut you are for him while he ruthlessly fucks you from behind, an arm locked around your throat to suspend your trembling body. toji makes sure to capture your lewd expressions, eyes rolled back and your tongue slobbering over your taste on his fingers as you babble obediently how you love his cock, how that pretty pussy of yours was all his to destroy.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he loves torturing you amidst a rough session by slowing his thrusts, pushing deep into your cunt yet moving so painfully slow that you tearfully beg, willing to do anything just for him

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when he locks his fingers around your neck, using his other hand to pinch and twist your nipples, he tells you exactly what to say while pressing his hips snug against your ass. he wants you to feel that big cock of his twitching inside your little cunt, all so that you couldn’t think straight and lose all sense of reason

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “go ‘head, baby… tell daddy what you want, hm?” he’d grin when you tried to struggle or push your ass further against him, only needing to slap one hand against your sensitive breasts to get you to obey. with your pout smushed together by his grasp and eyes streaked with tears, you begged, pure filth pouring from your swollen lips.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “p-please, daddy…! please, i jus’ wanna cum… want you to keep fucking me, please…!” but even this wouldn’t be enough for toji, sadistic as he is. he’d make you look right at the camera, posing so that your sopping pussy could be seen taking him all the way in while your hands wrapped around his neck to display your tits.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “i love this cock… love feeling this cock stirring up my pussy! want all your cum pumping inside me till i can’t think of anythin’ else…” and toji, he laughs before he shoves your face down into the mattress and roughly pushes into you, reveling in the way your cunt clenched around him and a wanton cry fell from your lips.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “thaaaat’s my cute little slut. want daddy’s cock so bad, dontcha? yeah? best believe ill give it to ya… gonna fuck this pretty pussy till it breaks.”

mamba celebrates 100 — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

#olympia.#aphrodite.#toji smut #toji imagine #jjk smut #jjk imagine #toji drabble #toji oneshot #jjk oneshot #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ karma!#i hope this will be okay karma!!#im really sorry i kept you waiting all this time!

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kirschteinoir · 2 years

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play along.

toji fushiguro x reader.

❝ his arm slides easily down to your waist to claim it as its new home and he pulls you flush to his side. stooping slightly so he’s within whispering distance, the close proximity causes you to shiver.

“play along. i’ll explain everything in a minute, ‘k darlin’?”since you weren’t really in a position to object, you decided to obey and play along.❞

after a long day of class, the cherry on top comes in the form of being followed home. with no music and a dead phone, a handsome stranger swoops in to save your ass (and maybe invite you out for dinner at the end of it.)

wc; 2550, genderneutral pronouns are used but he calls you doll/angel/darling! also includes descriptions of anxiety but no actual panic attack.

usually, you'd never have let it get this far.

you’re bright, sharp. always aware of your surroundings before they are aware of you and never one to let such a fatal detail slip your mind; even on the worst of days you powered through to the end, falling asleep satisfied and excited for the new day.

today, however, was worse than your worst days.

nine hours of lectures and supervisions and work (with not a drop of caffeine in your system until it was far too late - the coffee shop you often frequented had closed due to a leak or something and it had entirely set your morning off on the wrong foot) scraped dully at your knife of a brain, rendering it completely useless for its function by five in the evening. you were desperate to go home to your overpriced city apartment with it’s ventilation that chose only to work on 2-3 business days (and the repair man would obviously not be at work for the rest of the week) and the sink you used to clean both your teeth and your dishes to taper it once again into a fine blade with the incredibly effective sharpening stone known as ‘a hot meal and your favourite show on netflix’.

maybe…pasta. pasta sounded really good right now.

you stepped out of your last lecture for the day into the brisk march evening. spring was on the brink of bursting over into the reservoir of mother nature and yet the infrequent bluster nipped at your exposed cheeks and rubbed your ears red and raw. so you snuggle further into your coat and fly down the steps of your lecture hall, weaving through the mass of students also finished for the day.

it was as if by magic your energy had dissipated the moment you’d leapt off of the last step and reached the gate that would lead you out of campus towards freedom. all at once you felt the day’s fatigue deliver a fatal blow to your solar plexus; you draw in a sharp breath, letting it sit on your tongue before pushing it out in a heavy sigh after mulling it over in your lungs for a moment. your shoulders suddenly acknowledge the weight of your bag and you know the coffee you’d had with your soggy sandwich at lunch has officially worn off.

to make matters worse your phone had died just a little over 10 minutes ago and of course you’d left your charger at home. you knew the battery was unpredictable on a good day; in that moment you vow to take it into a shop at the next chance available.

and so, completely alone with your thoughts, you begin walking home.

wow, had the walk always been this long? usually your songs blended into each other, serving as an idyllic distraction until you were fiddling with the lock of your front door. today, however, felt different: not a soul was out at a time that was usually bustling and the sky was darkening into an ugly murky grey-blue, possibly the teasing tells of a storm. your throat began to close and you had to clear it too many times than socially acceptable in one minute to prevent a coughing fit. your hands, which normally slotted themselves comfortably in your pockets as you bopped along to the beat of your favourite song, were now wringing themselves in front of you. you observed your own deft fingers sliding over your knuckles, reddened by the cold, only to pull back and repeat the motion all over again. not only was your pacing irregular, you found that you had to stop yourself tripping a few times too. unusual for someone who’d walked this route so many times that the cracks and uneven spots in the path were engraved into your brain.

and then it hit you: you were nervous.

but this nervousness was different to when you had to showcase your presentation in front of your supervision group during your first week of university. it wasn’t like the time in high school when your crush brushed past you in the hallways between classes and you’d hoped they would stop and say hello. no, this was a primitive kind of nervousness - an instinct that evolution had not yet succeeded in removing. the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your skin prickled with the electricity of a thousand neurones firing beneath your skin.

quick, slow your breathing. steady your pace. get as much oxygen into your lungs as possible. somewhat stiffly, you hastened down the street past the smattering of independent shops that had closed for the day.

something makes you falter and your next step is jerky and uncoordinated. had your anxiety finally gotten the better of you?

it’s so slight, a noise carried by the wind towards your heightened sense of hearing. a second set of footsteps.

internally you shut down. you’d heard stories of this happening and you found yourself praying, borderline begging, to make it home tonight. your neck was paralysed with fear and you didn’t have the heart to turn around, your mind running rampant with all the possible outcomes of this scenario.

you were still pretty far from your place. a good ten minutes of a brisk walk along the shortest path, maybe even fifteen if you were unlucky. your usual route was a corn maze of back alleys and unfavourable night time establishments and so you contemplated the longer but more populated route through the city centre. you might even be able to find the police station and scare this person away.

but you reeeeeeally wanted to go home.

while you marched on with ragged breathing, your thoughts had unintentionally distracted you at the wrong time; you never even heard him approach and you were far too busy muttering under your breath to clock the warm hand that rested lightly on your shoulder.

everything about his presence overwhelmed you. whoever this person was kept extremely fit and was definitely above average height. his gait was strong and menacing, like he knew exactly who he was and that no one would ever be able to cross him. he easily fell in time with your awkward pace, casting a shadow over you so strong that you thought you’d suddenly shut your eyes: he entirely blocked out the now-setting sun. his bicep was about the size of your head and subsequently this was all you could see as you craned your neck up at the person who had caught up to you. your momentum of your stride stuttered in shock but his firm grip forced you to keep walking.

“hey baby, you told me to wait for you at your lecture. whatcha doin’ out here, hm?”

the grittiness of his voice did nothing to stop the confusion spreading through your mind, poisoning any coherent thought you might’ve had. it was nice, with a deep timbre and certainly some authority behind it.

“babe?” he says, a little louder. it’s extremely forced and his eyes slink over your frame as his eyebrows shoot up a little, urging you to respond.

when you still don’t, his arm slides easily down to your waist to claim it as its new home, and he pulls you flush to his side. stooping slightly so he’s within whispering distance, the close proximity causes you to shiver.

“play along. i’ll explain everything in a minute, ‘k darlin’?”

since you weren’t really in a position to object, you decided to obey and play along.

“oh hey babe! sorry, i didn’t see you waiting so i just decided to walk home anyway!” a nervous laugh slips past your lips and you cringe at the sound that hangs in the air between you and these two strangers.

basically being tucked under his arm, you couldn’t turn your head to see if the person following you had pissed off yet. after a beat, you felt the muscles by your temples flex and you assumed your saviour was doing the job for you. you feel him exhale and the muscles relax (wow, they’re still so tense in a resting state?!) and he finally lets you go. you almost whine, the warmth of his chest by your face favourable now that the temperature was steadily declining into the night.

“phew, sorry doll. must’ve scared’ya real bad.”

you sort of liked the sound of this new nickname and this caused a lot of mental emotional conflict.

now that there’s space between the two of you, you take a real good look at his features under the harsh white streetlights.

oh boy, he’s hot.

he’s definitely much older than you, judging by the faintest of wrinkles around his temples and forehead. his hair was jet black, hanging over sullen eyes moulded into a permanent glare. speaking of his eyes, even as he glanced down at you you could see how violently green they were - like rough jade against black velvet; you lingered on them for a little too long, missing how he suppresses a smirk at your obvious ogling. your gaze drifts towards a raw line that cuts the right side of his lips, just ghosting the edge. the skin was pinkish and taut and you wondered exactly what kind of person he is to have gained such a scar. even in the abnormal march weather he was dressed simply, a tight black shirt stretched over a strong set of pecs and abs. you drank in the view hungrily, not even caring that he was in such little clothing on such a cool evening.

“you done starin’ yet?” he meant it with no malice (and maybe a hint of amusement) but you felt yourself flush.

“relax, doll. i’m not here to hurt’ya. that dude,” he looks both ways, checking that the person who’d been tailing you really had slunk back into the grimy shadows. “had been followin’ you ever since i’d been behind him. and anyone could tell you were real panicked, so i just did my best to help.”

he sounded…shy? you could almost laugh that this hunky dilf of a man was shy to admit he’d done a noble thing and possible saved your life, despite scaring you out of your wits in the process. you let out an airy laugh and you swear his eyes soften a little as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers. a trick of the light, perhaps?

“thank you so much, really. what’s your name?”

the man hesitates. “…toji.”

you introduce yourself to him cordially. “nice to meet you, toji.”

he clears his throat and breaks eye contact the second his name leaves your lips.

“ahem… anyway, where do you live? i’ll walk’ya the rest of your way home. or to wherever you’re goin’.”

at first you want to object. but weighing out your pros and cons, letting this man walk you home might be the best option to get to your bowl of hot pasta quicker.

“i only live a few minutes from here now. you can just drop me off at the end of my street, if that’s okay.”

not one to speak more than necessary, toji grunts in approval.

you walk on in comfortable silence. he occasionally whistles to see his breath cloud in the air and rarely looks at you but he can see you writhing about in his peripheral vision and he smirks.

“got somethin’ you wanna ask, doll?”

ah, he caught you. well, you might as well spit it out: who know’s if you’d ever see him again anyway?

“why’d you…y’know… do it though?” one. two. three heartbeats passed. “do what?” suddenly he was defensive. you quickly backtracked, trying to rectify your accusatory tone.

“no! don’t get me wrong, i’m beyond grateful that you stepped in. but i’m just curious as to why. most people would mind their own business, pretend they never saw anything…” you trailed off, unsure of why you had brought it up in the first place. you could’ve just swallowed down the kind gesture and left it at surface-level. but something about this stranger drew you to him. the way he looked down at you like you were made of glass with those bottomless forest green eyes. or the way he was still so close to you, even though there was no longer a need to be. you liked how he towered over you, shielding you from the scummy reality of the world.

he felt safe and dangerous all at once. like someone not to be messed with, but who also tempted you into trying.

toji’s lips curve downwards slightly, as if he wasn’t really sure why himself. in the end, he just shrugs his shoulders. “honestly, ‘m not sure. just felt like i had to. and i’m glad i did.”

his resoluteness softens your heart and you feel yourself involuntarily beaming.

“well, i’m glad you did too!”

toji once again averts his gaze from your pure, innocent smile and exhales ever so slightly.

before you knew it, your street was upon you. for the first time that day, you felt reluctant to go home. you’d be alone, for one, and your apartment was truly a miserable place to be lonely in. deep in thought, you furrow your eyebrows and glance forlornly in the general direction of your complex.

toji notices this, unfamiliar with the heaviness in his heart at the thought of possibly never seeing you again. despite the sinking feeling, he knew he’d be overstepping his boundaries and nudges your shoulder gently.

“this you?” does he sounds kinda dejected, or is your tired mind playing tricks on you?

“…yeah.”

you make no move towards home and loiter under the harsh glow of a nearby streetlamp. toji turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, secretly grateful to be in your presence for just a while longer. you avoid all contact out of awkwardness, flushing furiously. a full minute passes before toji inhales sharply.

“so… this is a bit weird, but i was on my way to pick up some stuff for dinner. and y’know, your place is in the opposite direction of the supermarket,” he mumbles, his hands shoved deeply into his trouser pockets so that they wouldn’t betray his heart and reach out towards your soft skin, angelic under the light. for the first time in a long while, he was nervous.

your mind seems to have sharpened during the walk home as you catch wind of what he’s trying to say and you can’t stop the hopeful look that glitters in your eyes as you look up to meet his gaze.

he was staring right at you already.

“i was wonderin’ doll… if you’d maybe wanna grab dinner together? i’ll pay, as an apology for scarin’ ya. but if you’ve already eaten, that’s oka-“

“i would love that. what do you fancy?”

he’s taken back by your enthusiasm but it calms his heart a little nonetheless.

“hmm… how about italian? pasta is practically callin’ my name right now.”

now, every week, you meet toji for dinner at the end of your 5PM lecture and walk into town with your hands entwined and your hearts only a few steps behind.

about me.

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yandere-daydreams · 3 months

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Title: Ferine.

Pairing: Yandere!Toji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 4.1k.

TW: Hybrid AU, Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Mentions of Blood + Violence, Slight Breeding, and Biting.

Toji was, by far, the largest hybrid you’d ever taken care of.

Which, technically speaking, wasn’t that big of an accomplishment. This was barely your third month at the research facility, and you could count the number of hybrids you’d encountered before being hired here on a single hand. Still, even compared to the other wolves you currently looked after, Toji was beyond impressive. His long, pointed ears and stocky build set him well above six-foot, and even if he’d lacked height, he would’ve been able to make up for it with the planes of sculpted muscle circled around his biceps and thighs, laid over his chest and back. Top it all off with a set of claws each longer than your pointer finger and sharp enough to pierce reinforced steel, and he was practically fit for exhibit. Not that Toji could ever actually be a show dog, no – he’d tear the judges apart before they’d so much as heard his name. He was sweet, but he had a temper. You had to be careful not to set him off.

His fangs were impressive, too – perfectly in-tact despite years of less-than-adequate care, only a touch duller than a real wolf’s. You were careful not to let your hand stray from where it cupped his cheek as you looked for signs of damage or rot only to, of course, come up empty. The longer you spent with him, the more convinced you were that nothing could actually hurt Toji, even if the faded scar stitched into the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise.

“All done,” you started, letting go of his cheek. Immediately, Toji’s jaw snapped shut with enough strength to take off a finger, had you given him the chance. “Perfect as always, Toji. I think you might be my best patient.”

A cocky smile found its way to his lips, and you could hear his tail beating lazily against the dirt floor of his enclosure. The facility was committed to replicating the natural environments of their more exotic hybrids as closely as possible, even if Toji claimed he’d trade it all for a punching bag, or better yet, something ‘real’ to dig his teeth into, whatever that meant. “Do I get a treat, doc?”

It was asked playfully, but still, you hummed by way of confirmation, pulling your duffle bag into your lap and fishing Toji’s well-earned rewards – a generic chocolate bar and a can of some painfully acidic, sickeningly sweet brand of soda your hybrid patients couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was a meager prize, but it was as much as you were able to spare considering how strict his caretakers were when it came to his diet. You’d probably save yourself a few dirty looks if you didn’t give him anything at all, but it didn’t feel right to leave him empty-handed.

He accepted your humble offering greedily. While the chocolate bar was stowed away for later consumption, the can was pierced with a clawed thumb and emptied in one long, unpleasantly audible swig. You’d only started to push yourself to your feet when Tojj finished, letting the now empty can fall to the ground before turning his attention back to you. “It hurts my feelings, knowing you’re just gonna run off and put your hands on another animal.” His ear pressed flat against his scalp, as if he was trying (and failing) to feign disappointment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d start to think you didn’t really care about all the time we’ve spent together.”

“You’re not exactly in desperate need of medical attention,” you chided, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “And I’m on a schedule. Not all of us can sit around, grooming ourselves all day.”

That earned a breathy laugh, a coy lilt to his smile. “Well, if you wanted to take a shot at it, I wouldn’t—”

“Save it. I get enough of that with the cats.” Just thinking about it made you grimace. It was one thing to think that Toji might bite you. Knowing Satoru and Suguru – the bonded leopard and panther pair who shared a check-up date with Toji – would insist on licking any exposed skin raw before letting you do your job was a much more tangible reality. “I’ll see you in a couple of days. You’ll be good until then, right?”

“I’m gonna gut those fucking strays.” His answer was blunt, immediate, but he cracked as soon you shot him a purse-lipped frown. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll just rough ‘em up a little – make ‘em regret putting their paws on you, y’know?”

You couldn’t help but soften. Toji was rough around the edges, but he wasn’t a bad dog. He just had a protective streak and that, paired with his brash personality and tendency to bite before he barked, was enough for most people to write him off.

You really did have a long, long list of other appointments you had to get to before the end of the day, but against your better judgement, you paused as you passed him, reaching down to rake your fingers through sleek black hair. He was stoic, especially for a hybrid, but even his cool, dark eyes and wry smile couldn’t hide the way his tail moved just a little faster at the feeling of your nails raking over his scalp, his ears immediately perking up. It only took a second for him to bat your hand away, but you only laughed as you started towards the staff exit, waving to Toji over your shoulder.

Maybe, for his next check-up, you’d see if you could sneak in something special.

“Your mutt’s been unruly, lately.”

You glanced up from your clipboard, turning your full attention to Nanami and quickly finding that he hadn’t paid you the same courtesy. He was one of the senior researchers and, so far, the only one you could stand to be around for any longer than a few minutes. Since the higher-ups expected you to fill out your reports with one hand while you took a four-hundred-pound tiger’s temperature with the other, you tended to camp out in Nanami’s office when you had paperwork to file. “Toji?” Nanami nodded, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m just the vet, Kento. If his handlers aren’t doing their—”

“The problem isn’t his handlers, it’s him.”

His voice was flat, his tone icy. You laid your clipboard over your lap, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s an animal. It’d be more out of character if he didn’t lash out occasionally.”

Nanami opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly. After a lengthy pause, he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand to his temples and massaging absentmindedly. “Do you know why he hasn’t been released back into the wild, yet?”

Obviously. Working with hybrids – let alone exotic hybrids – was dangerous, and your debriefing had drilled the face, name, and background of every animal in the facility into your memory. “He was born in captivity. He’s too acclimated to human society to adjust to the wilderness.”

Nanami pressed his lips into a thin line – an expression you’d learned to read as ‘you’re right, but I’m not going to say that’. Still, a degree of satisfaction accompanied his silent confirmation. “He was found in a dog fighting ring – or, what was left of one, at least. It took three rounds of sedation and two broken muzzles before our recovery team was able to get him under control.”

A knot formed at the base of your throat. Fuck chocolate, Toji deserved a blanket and as many hugs as he would let you give him. “That’s terrible, Kento. Were the organizers arrested?”

“The organizers—” Nanami straightened. “—were found mauled and stuffed into a kennel. Their bodies were so thoroughly mutilated, we had to rely on blood samples to identify them.”

“Wolves aren’t known for attacking unprovoked. It could’ve been another—”

“One of his handlers is currently hospitalized,” Nanami went on, as if you hadn’t cut in. “And two have already turned in their resignations – a resounding fear for their welfare in the workplace, supposedly.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, and that knot in your throat tightened until only the barest whisper could find its way out. “He’s not a bad dog,” you muttered, nearly under your breath. “He just— He loses his temper, sometimes. He doesn’t mean to hurt anymore.”

“He’s never tried to hurt you?”

You didn’t have to think before shaking your head. “Never.”

That, of all things, seemed to catch Nanami’s attention. For the first time, his eyes flickered briefly to you before falling back to his desk, his paperwork. “Good,” he said, marking down something on a piece of scrap paper in front of him. If he felt the need to elaborate, he clearly didn’t deem it worth the effort.

Later that day, you were informed that you were being transferred to the reptile wing indefinitely. If you’d been there for a few more months, if you’d had a little more experience to throw around, if you’d had a little more authority, you might’ve protested, but it was all you could do to nod and set to memorizing your new schedule.

It took exactly three weeks for you to see Toji again.

One of his handlers – a woman in her early twenties sporting a pressed scowl and a gauze-padded bandage on her cheek – met you at the facility’s gates and flatly told you that Toji was injured. You’d never been in the facilities (much less with a hybrid) after sundown, and in the simulated wilderness of his enclosure, it was easy to forget that you were never more than twenty feet away from a security camera, that there was only one apex predator you had to be afraid of. After checking your usual meeting spot (clear spot near the center of his enclosure – neutral territory, safe territory) and finding it vacant, you reluctantly stumbled your way to his den, dragging your feet despite the urgency of the situation. Toji wouldn’t deliberately attack you, but any animal could react if provoked. You didn’t want to set him off. More importantly, you didn’t want to prove Nanami right.

You’d never ventured far enough to see his den, but you knew what to expect. A square shell of cement occupied the deepest corner of Toji’s enclosure, bracketed off by a metal door tucked inside of a deep entryway meant to give the illusion of privacy. You approached it slowly, stepping underneath the shadowed overhang with no small amount of caution, but you didn’t get the chance to knock before a hand manifested on your shoulder and shoved you against the cold steel.

Claws bit into to the dip of your shoulder, then your wrist, too, as he caught your hand and shoved it into the small of your back. You felt hot air on the nape of your neck, heard heavy panting laced with the barest trace of a throaty growl, and it took everything you had not to panic, not to struggle, not to give him a reason to dig his teeth into your neck and tear. Toji wasn’t a bad dog, but he was still a dog. He’d still bite, if given an excuse.

“Toji,” you started, slowly, taking care to soften each harsh syllable of his name. “I’m here to help you.”

He didn’t respond, his hold only tightening. His check pressed into your back, and there was a short, airy noise – sniffing, as little as you wanted to put a name to it. “Toji,” you repeated, with more urgency. “I heard you were hurt. Will you let me help you?”

A second passed in silence, then another. Finally, he pulled away from you, releasing your wrist first, then your shoulder. He remained where he was – a little too close, a little too looming – as you shuffled to face him, forcing yourself not to consciously acknowledge that you were in a very big cage with a very poorly behaved animal. His handlers hadn’t mentioned why they’d needed you, but you didn’t have to wonder for very long. Even in the pitch dark, you could see the dark blood covering his jaw, washed over his throat and chest. It was on his hands, too, coating the white bone of his claws, and matted into his dark hair. Your waning self-control faltered then shattered altogether, your hands shooting to his head, his face, searching for bruising or swelling or broken bones, but surprisingly, all your worry earned was an airy laugh. “It’s not mine, doc.” He laid a hand over yours. “I’m doin’ just fine. Even better, now that you’re here.”

But he wasn’t. Twin sets of puncture marks were littered across his throat, his face, his arms. Something had taken a chunk out of his left bicep, and five matching scratch marks had been etched deep into the skin of his chest. The wounds looked feline, but you couldn’t bring yourself to linger on the implications. “You’re hurt,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. Your hands fell to his shoulders, pushing him downward gently. “I— I’ve got bandages, and sutures—” You let your bag fall from your shoulder to your elbow, already reaching for the zipper. “Find somewhere to sit. We should get you cleaned up before something worse sets in.”

Panic was quickly overshadowing your better judgement, but Toji didn’t move, didn’t look away from you. He was still wearing that coy, sardonic grin – almost teasing, given your anxiety. “I already told you, I’m just fine.” His smile widened, until his pointed fangs caught in the dim light. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. They said I could ask for whatever I wanted, but—” He paused, sucked in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Toji, you’re not making any sense. You need help.” Again, you pushed gently on his shoulders, and again, he didn’t seem to notice. This time, though, he shifted, leaned toward you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You scowled, shoving a little less gently on his chest, but Toji didn’t move. “Toji, please, just let me help—”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” You felt his hands on your waist, then your ass. His chest was slotted against yours, and his tongue ran unabashedly over the curve of your neck once, then twice before he went on. “Keep sayin’ my name like that, and I won’t be able to control myself.”

Something pressed into your thigh – hot and hard and, like the rest of Toji, fucking huge. Your heart fell into your stomach, the air flooding out of your lungs and leaving you dazed, breathless.

Fuck. Fuck.

You should’ve stuck with the fucking reptiles.

Toji was panting audibly, again; his tongue lapping over your neck, your cheek. You were still cursing yourself for ever applying for this shitty job in the first place when Toji fell to his knees, forcing your thighs onto his shoulders as his claws caught on the fabric of your pants, decimating the thin material in an instant. His teeth tore away your panties just as quickly, leaving you exposed, splayed out on a silver platter in front of him. You reacted reflectively – knotting your fingers in his hair and doing your best to pry him away from you, but your strength was nothing compared to his and in the end, all you earned was a throaty groan, a tight squeeze to your ass before he buried his face in your cunt. His teeth grazed against the tender insides of your thighs, his claws biting into your now-unprotected skin, but the feeling of his tongue laving over the length of your slit replaced every other sensation with pure heat.

Predictably, he was near animalistic – his thick tongue fucking into you as the bridge of his nose ground shamelessly into your clit. From a distance, it would’ve been hard to tell if he was trying to eat you out or eat you alive; every noise he made feral and wet, punctuated with rough growls and little, uncharacteristic whines. It would’ve been impossible not to feel anything, but still, you couldn’t help but hate yourself when it started to feel good. His tongue was thick and textured, long enough to fill your pussy and flexible enough to curl inside of you, abusing the walls of your cunt without mercy. It was difficult to tell how much of the gloss staining his chin and the inside of your thighs was his drool and how much of it was your arousal, but even if your mind was disgusted by every slick noise and sharp flick of his tongue, there was nothing your body could do to block out the sudden pang of heat in your core, to fight the way your legs ached to clench around his head and pull the source of your revulsion that much closer.

“To—Toji, no, st—” you tried to say, like you were scolding a normal dog, like any part of you still thought he was listening. A cracked moan cut you off prematurely, and even if it hadn’t, Toji’s only response was a bruising squeeze to your ass, a low moan just loud enough to reverberate against your sensitive clit. Blinding white flashed across your vision, and before you could stop, before you could bring yourself back from that edge, you were coming undone on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as he nursed you through your mind-numbing climax. Rather than pull away, he forced his tongue that much deeper into your pussy – taking advantage of your hypersensitivity to drag another unwilling orgasm out of you, then another, until the dried blood smeared across his lips was tacky and dripping onto your skin. He only pulled away when your little, pained sounds began to die into half-choked pleas and your limited strength failed, leaning you limp and boneless on top of him, and even then, he took the time to drag his tongue over your slit, to lap up what would’ve been wasted slick. You would’ve given anything for him to just leave you like that – messy and covered in your own arousal, but unfortunately, Toji had never been a bad dog.

His gaze flitted up to meet yours. “Sorry, princess,” he muttered, when he saw the misery knitted into your expression. The broad grin he wore was anything but apologetic, though. “Might’ve gotten carried away after all. Can’t help it – you always come to me, smellin’ like other men, and nobody ever lets me do anything about it.” He nuzzled into the inside of your thigh, nipping at the tender flesh with just enough force to break the skin. There was a tight pinch, of bright spark of pain, but Toji tended to the minimal wound lovingly, running his tongue over the thin stream of blood. “Gonna have you nice n’ scented by the end of the night.” A sharp whimper slipped past your grit teeth as the points of his fangs grazed over your skin, and Toji sighed. “Gonna have you nice n’ bred, too, if you keep making those sounds.”

Bred. Bred. Bred. You turned the offensive word over in your mind, unable to grasp what it possibly could’ve meant, as Toji carefully lowered you onto the ground – never so much as toying with the idea of fucking you into anything other than the cold, raw earth. It wasn’t until his clawed hand fell to the hard, pulsing cock standing stiffly between his legs that you were able to fully process what he’d said, what he was threatening to do to you. Your thoughts went blank, your years of veterinary school and countless hours of animal-handling training and common sense all dissolving into total nonexistence in an instant. It didn’t matter that he was taller than you, stronger than you – you were already throwing your full weight against him, scratching at his chest with your blunt nails, doing everything in your so incredibly limited power just to get away from him. Your latest wave of resistance wasn’t enough to overwhelm him, but it earned a frustrated rumble at the base of his throat, a downward quirk to his cocky smile. Your nails caught one of the puncture marks on his cheek and, reflexively, he straightened his back, brought his hand to his face, left just enough space between your body and his for you to roll onto your chest and scramble desperately towards freedom. You’d barely gotten your knees underneath you when his hand lashed out, catching you by the collar and forcing your cheek into the soil. His chest pressed into your back, his legs caging yours in on either side, and worst of all, his cock throbbed against your ass – somehow, impossibly, harder than it’d been a few seconds ago. You might’ve jotted it down as an impressive display of canine resilience, if you hadn’t felt so desolated.

“Shoulda figured you wouldn’t make this easy on yourself.” His voice was rougher than it had been, but no less self-satisfied. That made sense. Wolves were endurance predators. He would’ve come into this expecting there to be a struggle. “I thought you’d be more of a mate than a bitch, but—” He paused, his mouth settling against the nape of your neck. “—either’s fine by me.”

You clenched your eyes shut. “Please, Toji, don’t do—”

But, it was already too late. He rutted your ass once, then twice, before his tip caught on the entrance to your abused pussy and he was inside of you, fully sheathed without a trace of resistance.

Toji was big, even for a hybrid. He was a hunter, tried and true, all muscle and agility and pure, unfaltering strength. Even with his generous (albeit, unwelcomed) prep, it was all you could do to convince yourself that his cock wouldn’t tear you apart. He was thick enough to press against every soft and sensitive spot inside of you, long enough to leave a tight knot of pressure sitting in the pit of your stomach, and when he started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force alone was enough to scatter little black spots in the corner of your vision and leave you hazy, light-headed. The way he was fucking into you didn’t help anything, either. Keening whines slipped out of some deep, feral pocket of his chest as he took advantage of your vulnerable cunt, alternating between grinding into you with a desperate sort of clinginess and trying to bully his way that much deeper with bruising, brutal thrusts. One arm wrapped around your midriff, dragging you even close to him, while a groping hand found the delicate buttons of your top and tore, ridding you of what was left of your protection against him. He kneaded half-consciously at your chest as he fucked into you; his own pleasure suddenly his only priority.

His selfishness should’ve been a welcome change, but you were too far gone, your body too eager to find a silver lining to his rough affection. Your hands clawed mindlessly at the ground as he pumped into you, the heat of his body against yours clouding your senses and making the feeling of cock stretching you open, his dull head pounding against your cervix all the more unbearable. You doubted he’d be able to talk, even if he’d had anything left to say, but he was still vocal enough. Raspy groans and harsh grunts rung distantly in your ears, his calloused hands groping mercilessly at your chest, your stomach, your waist. Finally, his thumb found its way to your neglected clit, and with less than a full second of stimulation, you were buckling into yourself, clamping down around his cock with a fractured whimper. As humiliated as you were, Toji wasn’t far behind. With something between a moan and a howl, he was cumming inside of you – predictably making no attempt to pull out. Something hot and vile flooded into you, but it was hard to focus on that when you could feel something hard and bloated and wrong press into your entrance. Toji’s breath hitched as he forced his knot into your tight cunt, and whatever hope you had for coming out of this unscathed curled up and died inside of you.

You could feel him slacken on top of you. You almost thought he would collapse like that, leave you locked to him and trapped under his weight, but instead, he nuzzled against the crook of your neck, his fangs ghosting over your throat before sinking into the soft flesh just underneath your jugular. He stayed like that, his knot splitting open your pussy and his teeth buried in your neck, until you lost any hope of him ever pulling away.

Exhausted, you shut your eyes, sinking into yourself. You’d been right, in a way. Toji wasn’t a bad dog.

He was just a terrible terrible man.

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𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ BANDS A MAKE HER DANCE ⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 , 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 , 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 , & 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— giving the jjk!men a show.

【 CONTENTS 】— stripper!reader , implied smut , fem-bodied reader , dryhumping , degradation, groping , grinding , dirty talk , consensual non consent ( for context reasons lol ) , semi established relationship + sugar daddy ( w/ nanami ) , reader is a bit of a s l u t aren’t we all though ? , kissing , daddy kink ( in toji & nanami’s ) , spanking , MDNI + any other missing tags .ᐟ

【 PAIRING 】— jjk!men x stripper!reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 1k

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

im STILL working on boxer!toji but for now , imma let y’all EAT. :) i had this plot bunny in my brain for a while so i went ahead and finished it up. reblogs are appreciated <3. comment to join the tag list. this work is not yet proof read.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo is well . . gojo , if the man has an excuse to go to the local stripclub ? best believe that man is going to be there in a heartbeat. he just wants to see if you’re working tonight, satoru was your favorite client after all. he was never stingy with his money but better yet , there was something about him that just made you want to bend the rules of your own contract just a little. maybe it was all the pretty little names he’d call you everytime you’d give him a dance, or maybe it’s the way your slowly grinding your hips down onto his growing erection. fuck — you were driving him crazy. “ shiiiiiit princess , you’re making me hard and you’ve just bearly started. “ gojo wanted to just grab you & pin you to the wall of the private room you two were in. “ mmhm , i can feel it. but remember ~ “ you’d begin to move your hips in slow - rhythmic circles against his lap, the feeling of the restricted fabric pressing itself up into your barely clothed cunt was really testing your own patience. “ no touching satoru, you’ll have to pay extra for that. “ satoru whined softly, lightly pressing his hips up against your ass as he reached for his wallet. “ fuck all that , you can drain my bank account fucking dry for all i care. “ the white haired man basically threw all the cash in his wallet which was a lot to the small table to his left before digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hips , pulling you back onto his lap in one swift motion making your head spin. “ think you can handle all of me baby ? hm ? tell me. “ satoru purred against the skin of your neck. you were definitely in for it tonight.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

today was suguru’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than being pulled to a strip club by his closest friends. geto had never been , though he’s heard all about it from gojo’s loud mouth. all of the other dancers were beautiful , geto wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composer until his eyes landed on you. you were relatively new to being an exotic dancer but you’d have no problem grabbing almost anyone’s attention when they stumbled into your sight. “ don’t be a wuss man , go ask her for a dance. “ gojo pushed on suguru’s shoulder which made geto shoot satoru a glare. but before geto could do anything , you’d be the one who makes a move first. grabbing onto his hand, geto’s gaze shoots down at you almost in shock. “ sorry to interrupt you , but a special someone has told me it’s your birthday. looks like you’ll be getting a private dance from me tonight. “ suguru’s expression was priceless. he looked back at gojo , gojo shrugged. “ wasn’t me man. “ that’s when shoko popped her head out from behind satoru. “ oh ! yeah , have fun geto. “ shoko did this ??!! suguru expected this type of thing from satoru but from shoko ?! , geto blinked at shoko before being pulled away by you. five minutes into the private session and suguru was hard as a rock which you couldn’t help but to chuckle at. he was attractive , long hair that you just wanted to sink your fingers into. “ someone’s getting excited. “ you chuckle out as you placed both hands onto his thighs, your tits on full display for geto to stare at. geto felt like he was gonna lose it, he couldn’t possibly take it. “ f— . . fuck me. “ was the only thing suguru could mutter out as he continued to watch you dance.

— ❥ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

unlike both suguru and the headache that is gojo , nanami doesn’t need stripclubs. even though yours and nanami’s sensual relationship did spark from a local gentlemen’s club , you’ve left that lifestyle behind long ago. you’ve established a very strong connection with nanami since then, even making more money now working for nanami privately. he’s vowed to keep you happy by spoiling you beyond oblivion. you were so grateful for kento , grateful enough to be standing in front of him wearing the brand new lingerie set he had custom made just for you. nanami kept a hard gaze on your figure as he raised his finger up and twirling it in a circular motion, signaling for you to spin for him. you slowly spun around allowing kento to get a good look, the color of the lingerie made your complexion pop while the lacy material hugged the curves of both your ass and your tits to perfection. nanami’s never seen a sight so beautiful. “ do you like it ? “ he questioned , patting his thigh. you’d nod quickly, getting a good look at yourself in the full body mirror to your left. “ i love it , thank you daddy. “ kento smiled. “ c’mere , i wanna see my perfect baby up close. “ you waltzed your way over to nanami , turning around to place yourself onto nanami’s lap , grinding yourself on his thighs. he immediately groaned followed by a small chuckle, placing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder while his large hands began to rub over the skin of your tummy “ hm , daddy thinks you look gorgeous but i’d rather see you uncovered for now. is that okay ? “ you nodded. RIIIIIIP. he’s done tore the fabric off of your body. “ nanami ! “ , “ don’t worry , i’ll get you more. “

— ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

let’s be honest , this man spends every pretty penny he’s got at the stripclub. it’s the toji thing to do. especially spending everything he’s got just to get a private dance from you. toji quickly became one of your regular clients as he pretty much came in weekly to see you. over the course of a couple of months, you & toji began to take your private sessions up to the next level. you two just couldn’t get enough of each other, you dancing around and shaking your ass for him just wasn’t enough. toji now has you on his lap , his tongue lodging itself into your warm mouth. you were squirming under his touch , your now soaked underwear was making a wet spot on his pants while you ground on him. toji pulled back from the kiss only to laugh at how wet you’ve gotten, only making him harder. “ look at cha , makin’ a mess on me & i haven’t even got ya naked yet. “ his voice alone could make you gush all over him even more, toji let his hand smack across the plush of your ass. “ let me guess , you want more huh ? i should’ve known you were a dirty fuckin’ slut. “ you gasped as toji wrapped his arms around the small of your waist and pressed your weight down onto his throbbing length through his pants, “ t-toji ! “ a small whimper leaving your lips as more of your arousal seeped through the rough fabric. “ aht , aht , that’s not my name. . tell me whatcha want baby. “ how humiliating, but you loved everything about it. “ d—daddy .ᐟ i wanna feel you inside. “ toji chuckled before releasing his grip from around your waist, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to stand up. “ atta girl , now the panties . . lose em. “

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