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flrlgreen · 2 months

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taboo (toji fushiguro x reader) + twt prn link

a/n: i'm finally back and i'm here to stay! i was taking a much-needed break but now that i'm back requests are open and i'll be fulfilling requests that i've already received. as always, thank you for all of the support! (this isn't realistic i almost passed out when i lost my virginity LMAO)

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content warnings: LEGAL AGE GAP, reader is in college and toji is in his 40s, unprotected sex, toji is manipulative and shitty, dub con, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, toji says mama, baby girl, good girl, baby, etc, talks of breeding and marriage.

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Spending time with your best friend’s dad Toji. At first. Seems innocent enough and there’s no reason to think anything suspicious was going on. Of course, if you ignore the fact that he practically undresses you with his eyes and looks at your soft tits and ass when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tonight was the breaking point. The moment he saw you in the living room watching a movie with your now-sleeping best friend in those tight shorts he loved so much he knew he had to have you. Tonight.

There was a lot of suggestive flirting and before you knew it one thing led to another and you were in the middle of Toji’s big and soft bed with Toji on top of you.

“Been wanting you for so long you have no fuckin’ idea.” He says while licking a long stripe up your neck. A small whine escapes your lips. It goes to his leaking cock that’s now uncomfortably straining against his pajama pants.

“T-Toji wait.” You say nervously. “Hm?” He hums and pulls away from your neck and gives you a look full of concern. “I-I’m a virgin.” You stutter nervously and await his response. His gaze softens when he hears that you’re a virgin. “Aw, ‘s okay Sweetheart. I’ll be gentle and take care of you, ‘kay?” He gives your forehead a tender kiss before putting his forehead against yours and making direct eye contact. “O-okay, I trust you.” You feel like your face is on fire. Toji smiles before leaning in and pressing his scarred lips on yours.

It feels natural to kiss him back. It feels so right. His lips were impossibly smooth and tasted so good, it made you crave more of him. His strong calloused hand played with the hem of your top before it found its way up your tank top. a small mewl left your lips, but he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to feel you all over. He had been waiting for this exact moment since he laid his eyes on you after all. “Shhhh~ It’s okay Baby lemme take care of you.” He whispers into the kiss. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You knew Toji had a lot of experience with women and he sure as hell knew how to please one. Admittedly, you were a tad nervous but Toji was probably the perfect candidate for taking your virginity. The older man’s large hand found the soft flesh of your breast and your hard nub. “Hmmph! T-Toji!” You cry out and pull away from the kiss. “You’re so sensitive, we need to be quiet, we don't want to wake her, do we Baby Girl?” He whispers and uses his free hand to cover your mouth while kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with the other. You nod and hold back your moans while he begins to rub the sensitive bud. “I need to see these fucking tits.” He huffs.

The hands that were just massaging your breasts and covering your mouth are now at the neckline of your tank top. He’s so desperate to finally see your pretty tits after all this time that his strong hands rip the thin material of your tank top with no struggle. “‘m sorry Baby I had to.” A whistle leaves his lips when he sees your tits on full display for him. “Mmm, such pretty little tits Mama~” Your face turns a shade of bright red when you feel his sharp lustful gaze on your exposed chest.

“Can I Baby?” He licks his lips and looks at you for approval. “Mhm.” You were so shy and it was making Toji’s cock ache. He licks his lips before he lowers himself and leans in. The tip of his tongue nips your hardened nipple. “Fuck!” His mouth leaves your nipple, “Feels so good doesn’t it?” All you can do is whimper while his whole undivided attention is on your tits.

You can’t stop the moans that escape your sinful mouth. His movements switch between suckling on your hardened nipples and squishing your tits together and stuffing his face between them.

“‘M so obsessed with your tits. Even better than I imagined.” He squishes your soft tits together while his green eyes look up at yours. “No one else can touch these tits. Mine.” Toji leaves a soft bite on your right tit before his hand travels lower.

“Can I touch you down here, Sweetheart? I’ll make it feel so good.” He toys with the waistband of your tight shorts. “I bet your little virgin pussy is the sweetest.” Your legs clench when the words leave his lips. “I’m a little scared.” “There’s no need to be. You know I wouldn’t hurt you right, Doll?” The fingers that were toying with the waistband of your shorts were pulling them lower and lower. “I know I can make you feel so good. Just let me ‘kay?” “B-but!” Your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift motion before you can even retort. Your soft cunt gets exposed.

The man between your legs licks his lips when he sees your soft virgin cunt. Your hand immediately goes down to cover your pussy which Toji wasn’t a fan of. He grabbed your small and weak hand and moved it away. “Let me see.” He demands while lifting your legs so he can see your puffy pussy. “Fuckk- Such a pretty little cunt. All for me too, no one else is allowed to touch you like this Baby.” “This is so embarrassing,” Two hands cover your face while Toji takes in the view of your body completely exposed to him now.

“Don’t be so shy Sweetie, you’re so fucking delicious.” He bites his lip and looks at your glistening folds.

He can’t help it, he wants to touch you now. His pointer finger dips between your slick folds and grazes your clit. “A-ah! Be gentle, pretty please.” Toji can’t help himself. All of your whimpers and mewls make him want to ravish you more and more. His cock needs to feel your tight pussy and needs to breed you full of his cum. He runs his finger up and down your folds.

He uses the fact that you’ve never felt anything like this before to his advantage. He frees his weeping cock of the restraint of his pajamas and damp boxers while you were a sensitive moaning mess from just his finger. He almost feels bad.

His cock is thick and long and he knows that it’s hard to take. Even for the more experienced women that he had slept with. The cold air hit his cock and he couldn’t hold back his soft moan. He also couldn’t help pressing the huge tip on your wet folds. “H-Huh? Is that?” You’re a bit confused, but then the realization hits and you realize what’s touching your wet cunt. “Mhmmm, it’s big isn’t it?” A shit-eating grin is plastered all over his face while he grips the base and rubs it between your wet folds, earning a moan from you. You uncover your face and take a look at Toji’s leaking cock on your pussy. “It’s so big, will it fit?” “Of course it will. If not. I’ll make it fit.” The tip of his cock poked at the small opening.

“Be good for me, yeah?” Before you can even process what’s happening you feel the tip of his thick cock begin to sink into your heat. “I-“ He didn’t even give you the chance to even adjust before his huge cock felt like it was ripping you in half. “Toji! Hurts. It’s not gonna fit!” You practically yell. “That’s only the tip Baby. Be a good girl and be quiet for me.” His tone is now low and almost scary. “Hurts so bad,” Tears begin to prick your eyes while Toji’s thick cock bullies its way into your tight virgin cunt.

“There we go-“ He groans when your pussy finally stretches around the thick length. “Wasn’t too bad was it?” His tone was almost condescending. The stretch was some of the worst pain you had ever felt, you almost regretted losing your virginity to someone that was so. Well endowed. Not that you could have possibly known that. “Hurts so badddd-“ You whine when you feel his coarse pubic hair against your bare pussy.

“Don’t be such a whiny baby,” He gives your clit a harsh slap making you yelp. “I’m sorry. Ah!” The feeling of being full is so unfamiliar, but it’s something you can get used to. His cock was so thick, but it filled you to the brim as bad as the stretch felt you knew it would be temporary. “I’ve never had pussy this tight. I should have fucked you a long time ago.”

When he thinks he’s waited enough time he begins to move his hips. “Your pussy is sucking me in. So perverted.” He bites his lip while he tries to savor the feeling of your tightness.

“T-Toji- Need more~” The pain had subsided and waves of pleasure had begun to wash over your body little by little.

“Do you? Such a needy girl.” He presses your plush thighs together. “I’ll give you more, dirty girl.” Toji wants to make you see stars and make sure you never forget this exact moment. As long as he can leave you a begging and whimpering mess he knows he’s done his job.

His hips slam into you over and over again. His balls hit the fat of your ass whenever he sped up. “I love my sweet little Baby. You’re so good and obedient. You belong to me now.” You could tell by his higher tone that he was enjoying this a little too much and getting carried away with such possessive language.

“You let me in raw, what a dirty girl. I need to breed you and make you a mommy.” He’s getting close and you could tell. “You’d like that, I know you would. Being my little pregnant wife.” His fingernails were digging into your soft thighs while he slams in and out.

“The way you’ve looked at me, I know you want this too.” “Breed me Toji,” You don’t need to tell him twice.

“You’re something else- Oh my god- I can’t hold back.” He groans before he feels pleasure wash over his muscular body.

“My god. I came so much so fast.” He sighs before pulling his softening cock out of your hole.

He watches as his warm seed spills out of your abused cunt. “You old perv, did you actually cum inside?” Silence.

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pfpanimes · 21 days

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⌕ jujutsu kaisen • toji fushiguro.

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nanamisdickrider · 1 month

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toji wanna put another baby inside reader.

like- heavy breeding kink.

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You were arching your back, meeting toji's chest when he was pounding in your cunt. Your eyes rolling back and your chest hurting from the continuous slaps on your nipples from him, your ass was plump and red by now.

This all started when you and toji visited your friend to see her newborn and a sudden urge to get you pregnant hit toji when you were holding the baby so gently and caressing it's cheeks. The car ride back home was quiet until, “What do you think about starting a family?” you stopped fiddling with your dress and looked at him, your cheeks forming a very light pink shade. "I'd love that Toji”

And now you were laying on your stomach on the king size bed and out of breath. He was pulling your hair back and your toes were hitting his lower back. His thighs on both sides of your body, trapping you under him completely. You were stuttering and moaning oh so loudly that toji was thankful the walls were soundproof or the neighbors would've complained about it tomorrow, he kind of wanted that to happen so that you'd know how good he made you feel that your screams were very obvious to the neighbors.

"You'll look so good pregnant, your tits will be so full of milk that it'll be spilling. Don't worry about that though, I'm here to suck it clean anytime" toji groaned and whispered that last part in your ear, his raspy voice only making you wetter. He pulls back and grips your hips to lift your lower part and put you in an almost-doggystyle position, his cock reached deeper in this position, your walls were all slippery with your cum because you have absolutely no idea how many times he made you cum on his tongue and fingers as an excuse to ‘prepare you’ you knew very well that him seeing your cum seeping out of your hole turns him on so bad.

His thrusts were getting slower but deeper, which was a sign he was close to his climax. “You like this, don't you? Having my fat cock deep inside you and filling up your womb with my warm seeds. You thought about this before yeah? Having your tummy all round and sore with my kid in it? Yeah?" He moans when you clench around him after hearing his words. You force yourself to let out a small “yes!” he leans down and you feel his warm chest on your back, his hips rolling into yours and and going as deep as he could. He let out a groan before his hips started shaking slowly and his thrusts weren't as strong as before, but he made sure to push in deep when he was shooting his cum inside of you. "Gotta make sure your pussy takes everything I give her yeah?"

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chocochipsushi · 3 months

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𝐁𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐭, 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲?

Happy 2K followers to me! Here's a short scenario I came up with in reference to this tiktok video I saw.

🌸Warning: SFW Biker!Toji but there is a one-liner that is a tad bit suggestive

🌸AU: Your dad tries to embarrass you in front of a hot biker but you still stay winning anyway

🌸Word count: 824

“Dad, please don’t!” you beg, just knowing what your father is going to do the moment he notices you getting distracted by the biker waiting for the red light to turn green.

Your dad smirks at you, not saying anything. As the both of you walk towards the pedestrian crossing, he clears his throat and spares no time to humiliate you. He puts his fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly, rudely. Then, he points in the biker’s direction. You can see the slight tilt of the black helmet as he watches you and your dad.

“My daughter thinks you’re hot!!!”

You slap a hand over your mouth in shock and disbelief that your dad would actually humiliate you like this. You are still gaping at the biker like an idiot when he leans back and flips his visor up. Your thumping heart races even more when you notice his dark eyes sliding up and down your body. Even from a distance, you can see his slit eyes crinkling.

“Can I get her number, Old Man?” the biker shouts back, though his voice is muffled by the helmet he is wearing.

And because your dad is an asshole, he shouts back, “No!!!”

“Oh my god, dad!” you cry, extremely embarrassed. You’re speed walking across the pedestrian crossing, wanting so much just to run off and hide, when you hear the engine or the motorbike start.

You turn, expecting to watch the bike zoom off. Instead, you see him driving to the side of the road where he kicks the stand of his two-wheel drive. He swings his leg over the seat and he is off the motorbike in a second. Your heart races when you notice him walking in your direction.

Surprised and anxious, you start jogging to the other end of the road. The moment you reach the pavement on the other side, you turn around, only to freeze when you see the biker just a few steps away from you. You could see his dark green eyes crinkling slightly.

“Need your number, doll,” he declares behind his helmet.

“Need?” you repeat mockingly, laughing a little.

He chuckles and hands you his phone. “Need,” he confirms.

Amused by his response, you reach for his phone. You glance back to see your dad rushing to your side of the road to catch up to the both of you. Quickly, you save your number and name, and pass the phone back to the man. He reads your name experimentally in a low voice, then looks up at you, as if to confirm that it is your name.

You nod, just as your dad reaches this side of the road. Embarrassed, you quickly shoo him away, “Okay, nice to meet you. Your bike is being ticketed!” You point at his motorcycle across the road.

The man chuckles in amusement. “Yeah, that’s not working on me.” He sees your father walking over from the corner of his eye and he hums. “But I’ll go. You be a good girl for your daddy,” he says huskily, knowing exactly what his words would do to you.

Heat shoots up your body and blood rushes to your cheeks. Just then, your father stands next to you and faces the biker, giving him a good, intimidating look. Unfazed, the man with the helmet takes off the headpiece in respect, hugs it under his arm, and holds a hand out to your dad.

“Toji Fushiguro, sir. Thanks for setting me up with your beautiful daughter,” he says.

You’re not quite sure what your dad responds to that because you’re staring at the handsome man with his black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his green eyes contrasting so beautifully against his dark features. You only snap out of it when the pedestrian light turns green again and Toji throws his thumb behind him in the direction of his bike.

“I’m gonna go fill up my tank to get ready to bring your daughter out to a nice place tonight, sir.” He glances at you with a cheeky glint in his eyes and a smirk. “If that’s okay with you,” he looks to your father now for permission, who shrugs.

“It’s her time to waste, not mine.”

Toji laughs and nods. As he takes a step back, he waves his phone at you and calls your name. “I’ll text you. Wear jeans!”

“Who said I’ll say yes to dinner with you?” you retort.

He is still backtracking even as he crosses the road. He shouts, “Of course you will! You think I’m hot!”

Feeling your ears get hot again, you can only stare at his vehicle and yell, “Your bike’s getting towed!”

The male grins. With a wiggle of his fingers, he turns on his heels, slides his helmet back on, and runs back to his undisturbed, perfectly parked bike.

You’re going to have to start thinking of what to wear tonight.

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animehideout · 5 months

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TEASING TOJI FUSHIGURO.

Y/N: Toji, I was thinking, maybe you should consider retirement. You know, take it easy, enjoy the senior discounts.

Toji: (smirking) Retirement, huh? I'm not that old, you know.

Y/N:Oh really? Because last time I checked, you were complaining about your back after that last mission.

Toji: (laughs) That's just a minor injury sweetheart.

Y/N: Well, you might need a walking stick soon.

Toji: (playfully) You're enjoying this, aren't you?

Y/N: Maybe a little.

Toji: (smirking) But just so you know, I've still got an incredible stamina.

Y/N: Oh yeah? You sure about that old man?

Toji: (leaning in and pulling you closer by your waist) Want me to prove it to you?

Y/N: (smirking) I look forward to it.

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deleteddewewted · 4 months

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Toji Fushiguro Falls In Love With You

Toji x Gn! Reader

MDNI

W: NSFW, Unrequited Love, One-Sided, Mild OOC Toji, Unhealthy, Mean/Cruel Reader, Cheating, Married Toji, Mercenary Reader, Sorcerer Reader, Friends With Benefits (kinda)

Commissions: Open! (You can commission me on Ko-fi!)

He knew what this new ache in his chest was. It was something that he typically felt, exclusively, for his wife. It was something that he felt when he found out she was expecting, something that only came when he knew he had gotten what he wanted and more.

Everyone else he had been with, all the women and the money that would come his way meant nothing to him at some point because he had his wife but then you came along. You were beautiful, fiery. You were violence and war all in one and it attracted him. He had a wife at home taking care of their newborn son and yet he was out here watching you slaughter curses, his cock hard and his mind wondering just how he'd convinced you to sleep with him.

He followed you around just to see what you would do. He learned your routine, committed it to memory, and followed you whenever he could. His wife suspected something was going on but she never confronted him about it. He wanted to feel bad for deceiving her but he couldn't. He wanted to feel you around him, your body enveloping him in your warmth as he filled you. He wanted you and nothing changed that.

So he convinced you to join him for a nightcap. You were both mercenaries, it was just to take off the edge of work. He didn't care where or what, as long as you let him have you he was content. And you let him. You're mouth was warm and your tongue lapped at his tip as he pressed you further down his length. The gargling, the gagging, the spit that drooled out of your mouth as you tried to take all of him made his heart race. You looked divine like this. On your knees and pleasuring him.

This repeated and became a monthly ordeal for the two of you. He would meet up with you once you finished your contract and he'd make sure to fuck you into the mattress of whatever dingy motel he could find for the night. He stopped being brutish with you too. He hated seeing the bruises on your skin from where he grabbed onto you, it made him feel disgusting. His precious gift. His lover. His everything.

You didn't reciprocate the affection though. To you, this was a stress reliever. Toji was just someone to fuck and forget. After all, he was bound to get a contract for you one day. God knew how long it would be until he was hunting you down. So you enjoyed it. You enjoy his body, rippled with muscles that he took full advantage of. You tamed him, made him docile and malleable. He was your toy to use and discard whenever you got tired of it. So when you found out he was married only after his wife died, you didn't know what to feel. There was a sense of disgust, this man had been tricking his spouse and he had been using you. He didn't even come completely clean about his wife until he explained that he had a son and that he would be too busy to see you.

You laughed at him. Was he stupid? Did he think you were going to play happy family with him after what he just confessed to you? you couldn't hold back the cackle that left you. You told him to get lost and never speak to you again.

His face fell. He thought you felt the same. That you'd want him. That you needed him the same way he needed you. Did you? You had to have felt something every time he left his mark on you. Every time he told you that he wanted you. That he loved you.

You stayed true to your word. You never spoke to him again. Not when he called you and you listened to him moan about how his new wife was nothing like you. How he wanted to be with you instead of the woman who gave him a second child. All of this pathetic bitching was over the phone and you listened to your amusement. You didn’t bother going to his funeral, didn’t see a point in mourning a man who wasn’t worth your time. You did wonder what became of his son

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fushiguroshotwife · 8 months

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TOJI N!SFW ALPHABET

MDNI 18+

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ N!sfw alphabet of Toji fushiguro (my husband 4life) and a Huge Thanks to @sashi-ya my Love! For giving me this template<33 (luv u bae!)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Enjoy Loves!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Toji doesn't really seem that much of a aftercare type guy, he'll screw you n probably leave you breathless and tired to the point where you just want to sleep. He'll give you kisses on the cheek as a little tease afterwards though. He loves to make you think he's gonna make out with you or kiss your neck but then trick ya. You'd scream at him for it, but hey your too tired for that. But he'd probably give you something to drink and you both call it a night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He's an ass guy def. He plays w/ yo ass, Spanks it, puts his fingers in it, and he makes you sit on his face, he'll even force you to ride his cock like there's no tomorrow. And you loved sucking his big ass cock, Stroking it n stuff, you'd swear you Didn't cry when he gets real mean when in sex, but you're be a lier, n he knows it.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Toji would cum in your mouth, ass, face, etc. He would have never let you be the first to have came, he'd make ya hold it until he's in ya.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mama-megumi lmao.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Fuck yeah, he made megumi, so he definitely knew how to fuck. Most of the time though he'd just try something new even though if you would like it or not he wouldn't let you go without trying. He's not letting go without a fight, that's for sure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style and cowgirl definitely, but anything works for him, to be honest.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He would torment you, tease you, say some harsh things when doing it with you but he's definitely not the goofy type when Fuckin. If you would mess around he'd make you regent the day you wanted to say something 'funny' with him.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This man has pretty spikey hair but not pointy so I'd say that's pretty easy to keep clean, plus, it's you getting ruined, not him, honey.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not really 'romantic' at all, he's quite the harsh fucker, with his words too. He calls you pet names like "doll" "princess" "brat" "slut" "cunt" "whore" "bitch" "little shit" (Personally idgaf it's hot.)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Oh he Loves jacking off. Started when you tried your hardest to seduce him, let's just say he ruined you that night.. yeah..

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Toji has a huge daddy kink, loves it when you ride em' and I feel like he has a rape-play kink on him for sure.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere, anytime, anyplace. Doesn't matter if you're busy, with friends, or in a open place, he'll find a way to make you helpless and needy for him ...

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you whine, beg, scream, cry, whimper, moan. And whenever you call him "daddy" of course. Although moaning would definitely turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing really, maybe when he's busy?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Definitely giving. That's all I have to say.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

ROUGH, definitely, but he's quite fast at the same time, very very rough and hard (like his dick hehe) mostly when it comes to thrusting.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Every night basically, whenever you're a brat and you want him to notice you then he'll give you one. He'll do quickies whenever he doesn't have enough time or gets bored sooner than later the night, he'll even do quickies in bars, shops, while your working, when he's bored, etc. He loves it when you're embarrassed if someone will notice in public.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he LOVES to take risks and try new positions, and he's a big fan of oral sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he can do it all night long, it's a matter of you'll take it or not, because he's not the one to give up, never.

Hell, He'll even do it until you pass out. All night long he'd keep it up.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He's definitely Not a fan of toys, plus, his huge dick is enough anyway. But I feel like He would use hand cuffs on you sometime, maybe one night...

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

No matter what, he'll be teasing you all night long, the morning to night. He loves to torment, fluster, tease, and anything along the lines of that ordeal. He loves to see you flustered and embarrassed over his raspy voice.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

You. Are. LOUD.

But he'll shut you up by covering your mouth with his hands, or make you suck on his fingers, if you're lucky.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I know I already said this before, and I'll say it again, This man has a lil Rape-Play kink on him. And he would deny it. But someday he'll play out this grown man's weird fantasy. (With your consent ofc)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Uhh you want cock headcanons? Okay serving up ! He has probably nothing to offer but his Huge ass dick. But like- he built damn good—

6.3 inches tall

6.3 FUCKING INCHES—

okayy I love my husband and all but his dick gotta be the hairiest thing I've ever seen, and the prettiest of course, of course, his dick has ALOT of vains and his tip is a Dark pink or a kinda darkish pink, I can't really make up my mind okay? Sometimes it just changes.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not that tame, usually he doesn't give a fuck at all but if you're horny or wearing something sexy that day/night.. He'll fuck u till you bleed, fuck you till you cry bitterly. Doesn't matter, he'll even do it all night and grin like a psychopath.

Toji's mean. Like I said.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

after a nice fuck, he'd probably lay on the bed and use your little body as a pillow to rest on, you'd probably put one of your legs over his leg and cling on to him like your life depends on it and hide your face in his tits as he strokes your hair and as you both fall asleep after a long tiring but good-night.

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issysfantasyworldsblog · 29 days

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🔞 Rough Night 🔞

Toji Fushiguro x OC Character (afab)

Notes:

MDNI 🔞, smut, nipple play, Toji (warning enough), toxic Toji, squirting pussy, overstimulation, big dick energy, orgasm everywhere, breeding kink, not proofread;

tell me if i forget something;

Summary:

After a challenging day, Michiko chose to spend time with her friends. They rendezvoused at a bar. While there, Michiko crossed paths with a tall, muscular guy named Toji, who quickly swept her off her feet. They left the bar and headed to her place. During the journey, he playfully caressed her buttocks and kissed her neck, leaving Michiko feeling lightheaded and exhilarated. They finally reached her apartment.

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With trembling hands, Michiko unlocks the door to her apartment. Behind her stands a tall and muscular man, who begins to kiss and nibble at her neck. As they enter the apartment, Michiko turns to face the man, and they engage in a passionate make-out session with their tongues locked in a dominant dance. They are determined not to lose control as their bodies quickly heat up. Michiko's heart races, and she breathes heavily while her partner for the evening also feels intense pleasure. His hands roam over her, adding to the heat between them.

As they passionately kiss, he grips her buttocks tightly. Michiko lets out a moan as their lips entwine. Her hands rest on his broad chest, desperately trying to remove his shirt. He suddenly stops and gives her a stern look, but his eyes reveal a strong desire for her. "What do you think you're doing, slut?" He questions.

Michiko freezes, looking at him in bewilderment. "What?" Her voice is barely audible. A smug grin spreads across his face, clearly entertained by Michiko's confusion. Toji takes hold of her arms and forcefully guides her into the living room. With his weight, the dark-haired man presses her body onto the couch.

“What’s with the dumb look on your face?“

“Umm… sorry… I thought…“ Michiko stutters and squirms uncomfortably under him.

“Tsk… you thought I didn’t want to fuck anymore? I don’t like women who think they can fight me over dominance.“

Toji's sudden kiss takes Michiko aback, but she soon loses herself in their second make-out session. His touch is skilled and surprisingly gentle, causing her to melt into his embrace. Her skin is overcome with heat and shivers as his fingers trace over her skin. Usually, she would need to be intoxicated to engage with a guy, but Toji's irresistible appearance renders her unable to resist.

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Sitting at the bar with her friends, Michiko held a glass of sex on the beach in her left hand. Amidst the chatter, one of her friends gushed about a new co-worker at their office. It was clear that she had a crush on him, but sadly, he was a contented husband and father of two. However, Michiko paid no attention as she relished the taste of her favourite drink. As the conversation continued, she scanned the bar, but no one caught her enough interest for a potential hookup. Despite being tired and stressed from the day, Michiko still longed for the physical release of a man inside her, aching to melt away her worries. It was as if Michiko's prayers had been answered, for the bar door swung open, and a muscular and towering man entered with a gust of chilly air.

Michiko was in a state of stillness as she tuned out all distractions and fixed her gaze on the man in front of her. Her cheeks became rosy as she observed him, feeling like an outsider experiencing her first encounter with a human on Earth. Her attention was immediately drawn to a small scar on his lip, prompting her intoxicated mind to speculate on its origin. Did he get into a fight? Was he defending someone? Or was he a serial killer and got the scar from one of his victims?

He settled into the corner of the bar, spreading his legs widely as if daring to say, "I have an impressive manhood. What will you do about it?" Michiko's gaze fixated on him, feeling a heated sensation as she observed how tightly his shirt fit. It seemed to mould to his body like a second skin. She scolded herself internally, longing to see more of his divine physique.

He glanced around and then fixated his emerald gaze on Michiko. As he entered, he sensed her intense gaze and couldn't resist flashing a mischievous smile.

The unknown individual was aware of his charm on women and men. He was well aware of his handsome appearance and saw no reason to hide it. His well-built physique was a source of pride for him. As expected, he caught a woman's attention without even having to order a drink. They stared at each other for several minutes, neither willing to break the intense eye contact. Noticing the woman's flushed face, the stranger couldn't help but chuckle. He then tilted his head, inviting Michiko to come closer. Michiko was taken aback but couldn't resist the magnetic pull of this man. Without a word, she got up from her seat, abandoning her friends and succumbing to his charm.

Without breaking their intense gaze, the girl slowly settled beside the man and placed her glass on the table. Just as she was about to speak, the stranger reached around and gently grasped her neck, drawing her closer to him. Although she gasped in surprise, he did not harm her; instead, he was tender. Their faces were only inches apart, and her heart raced, her breath coming in quick bursts as her body began to sweat. She lost herself in his embrace, yearning to taste his lips and feel his body beneath her fingertips. The man then leaned towards her ear and whispered roughly, “How about spending the night with me? I want to hear you scream my name, Toji.“

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Michiko is forcefully thrown onto her bed, with Toji looming over her. His touch becomes increasingly rough. His fingers slide under her shirt, tightly grasping her soft, warm skin. A pained moan escapes her lips. "Toji..." she manages to gasp. He ignores her protests and hungrily sucks down on her neck like a starved vampire.

Desperately, she digs her nails into his clothes-covered shoulders. It's all happening too fast and rough for her liking. Usually, a one-night stand is quick and straightforward, without any foreplay or intimacy, just in and out.

Michiko tries to push him away, "You're being too rough..." "Shut up. You're just not used to it. But don't worry, I'll train you," Toji whispers and moves to her other side of the neck, sucking just as aggressively. Michiko's whimpers grow louder, and her body trembles beneath the overpowering man.

Toji hungrily sucks on Michiko's neck while his hands explore her body. He quickly discovers she isn't wearing a bra, causing him to let out a low growl. Michiko squirms under his touch as his hands cover her entire breasts. Toji pinches and twists her nipples, causing her to whine in pleasure and feeling as though he wants to rip them off and take them as a souvenir. A dark chuckle escapes his lips, adding to the moment's intensity.

His lips gradually move down to her collarbone and shoulders, causing her to squirm in discomfort. "Toji, please stop teasing," she begs. He responds with a dismissive "Tch," commenting that she should be grateful for his attention since she doesn't have to do anything. He instructs her to stay quiet, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. As he looks at her flushed and pained expression, he realises how damaged she already appears. He forcefully tears off her shirt and throws it away.

Toji eagerly wraps his lips around one of her nipples, fervently hoping to taste her milk. Firmly holding her hips in place, he ignores Michiko's attempts to push him away by gripping his hair. Having experienced actual pain, Toji is unfazed by her hair-pulling and even finds it amusing. As Michiko grows dizzy and overwhelmed by pleasure, her panties become soaked and uncomfortable. She has never felt this way before, entirely at the mercy of a man who leaves her speechless and whimpering. His sucking grows more intense, causing a familiar sensation to build in her abdomen. Wide-eyed, she wonders if she will climax just from her nipples being sucked.

She receives her response sooner than she anticipates. A surge of ecstasy engulfs her trembling figure, rendering her momentarily speechless before she releases a cry of pleasure. Her pussy clenches around emptiness, releasing a flood of juices. Toji's eyes darken once again as he admires his handiwork. Her nipples are red and bruised. With a toothy grin, he gazes at his whimpering plaything.

"Well done...you possess great potential. I look forward to having fun with you."

Michiko is unable to hear him as she is still in a state of shock from the most intense orgasm she has ever experienced. Her heart is racing, and she is unaware that her clothing is being removed. Her trousers are now on the floor, and her wet panties are in her mouth. She weakly looks at him, and he tells her to taste herself while he has his way with his way her. Despite her attempts to say she needs a break, Toji quickly undresses. Michiko tries to resist, but Toji gently takes her wrists and holds them above her head. He then rubs his considerable length against her, spreading his pre-cum over it. Michiko writhes beneath him, her moans muffled by her full mouth.

Suddenly, the black-haired man catches her off guard by grabbing her legs and plunging his erect member into her drenched core in one swift motion. Caught off guard, she instinctively arches her back and tenses up, feeling the sudden intrusion. Without hesitation, Toji starts thrusting vigorously, denying her any time to adjust to his size. His hips slam against her thighs and buttocks at a rapid pace, the sound of their movements mixed with his grunts filling the room. The intense stimulation overwhelms Michiko, causing her vision to blur with stars. She's torn between feelings of pleasure and discomfort as her body aches for more.

Toji's intense groans reach her ears, causing her to clench her core around his manhood. She gazes at him, overwhelmed by the pleasure, but Toji is wholly lost in the moment. As he feels her tightening around him, he takes it as a cue to increase his pace. His movements become uncontrollable, even for him. Michiko's body trembles under his forceful thrusts, and she struggles to keep up. The second orgasm approaches unexpectedly. Despite this, Toji shows no signs of slowing down as he observes her with one eye, watching as a second orgasm rocks her body. She squirts once again, her tightness making it difficult for him to continue moving.

Toji's unrelenting lovemaking intensifies as he nears orgasm. Michiko lies beneath him, squirming and panting. Her face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He presses himself against her, his face buried in her neck as he whispers lewd words into her ear. The heat of their bodies rubbing against each other makes their encounter even more intimate. As he reaches the brink of release, Toji increases his pace. With one final thrust, he ejaculates into her bruised cervix. Though he wants to cry out in pleasure, he manages to keep his mouth shut. He leans back, fully immersed in the sensation of filling her. For a moment, they are both motionless, savouring the moment. Then, Toji roughly removes her panties from her mouth.

He is surprised that she is still conscious. “I thought you were gone, but you have some fire in you, huh?“ Toji admits, nibbling on her ear lobe. "I'll give you a break, but after we carry on, I'll be harsher."

Michiko's glassy eyes are fixed on the ceiling. Her stiff body is still filled with sheer pleasure. All she can do is keep nodding and accepting him, again and again, all night long.

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merixirica · 3 months

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@kenjicopy（︶^︶）to you my beloved ＞︿＜

e o megumi to me

dê reblog caso use e caso queira dar crédito, é manura ;)

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yoonavii · 5 months

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"You can't deny it, even in the chaos, there's a spark between us. Admit it, you feel it too."

Context: You’re Toji’s long time enemy and next target…yet you both have lingering history and feelings that rest below the surface. Shall it be left alone and be forever known as an Ephemera? or should it make its debut on the high surface?

A/N: this is a pilot one shot. A PART TWO may come depending on the performance of this post. XD Enjoy!

The city slept beneath a blanket of darkness, its heartbeat echoing through the empty streets. Unbeknownst to its slumbering inhabitants, a chilling tension lingered in the air. In the heart of the city, your apartment stood, silent and unsuspecting, as you prepared for the inevitable confrontation that had been a long time coming. The soft glow of the streetlights painted a dim picture inside your apartment. You could sense him before you saw him—Toji Fushiguro, the relentless sorcerer assigned to eliminate you, his next target. The history between you two was etched in scars and lingering tension, a tale of desire and conflicting loyalties.

As you moved through the shadows, a subtle tension coiled in your muscles. The sudden creak of the door alerted you to his presence. There he stood, framed in the doorway like the harbinger of impending chaos. His gaze, a chilling mixture of resolve and familiarity, met yours. "Toji," you greeted, your voice carrying a weight of history. "Surprised to see me?" he replied, his tone laced with a dangerous calm. You shook your head, a rueful smile playing on your lips. "Not really. You were bound to come sooner or later." Without another word, Toji lunged at you, the air crackling with the intensity of the impending battle. The fight unfolded in a blur of swift movements, the clash of cursed energy echoing through the room.

The apartment became a battleground—a dance of lethal strikes and evasive maneuvers. Toji moved with a deadly precision, every strike calculated to incapacitate. You, in turn, matched his ferocity with a skill honed by years of survival. The walls bore witness to the collision of two forces, each intimately aware of the other's capabilities. Between the flurry of blows, a moment of stillness settled—a silent acknowledgment of the past that haunted both of you. Toji spoke, his words cutting through the tension.

"You know, we never did settle that little matter, did we?"

A bitter smile touched your lips. "Some matters aren't meant to be settled, Toji. They linger, like shadows." He scoffed, launching into another assault. "Shadows, huh? More like chains. "As the fight continued, the conversation wove seamlessly into the dance of combat.

"You could've joined me," Toji grunted, deflecting a strike. "We could've ruled this cursed world together." "I've never been one for alliances," you retorted, a flash of determination in your eyes.

The room bore the scars of your clash—shattered furniture and cracked walls. Yet, amidst the chaos, the lingering tension between you two refused to dissipate. It hung in the air, an unspoken truth. In a brief respite, Toji's gaze met yours, the fire in his eyes undiminished. "Admit it, there's still something between us."

You took a steadying breath, meeting his intensity. "Desire and history don't erase the present, Toji." The fight resumed, each strike punctuated by the unspoken truth that echoed through the room. Despite the brutality, there was a strange intimacy in the dance—a familiarity that transcended the clash of blades and curses. As the battle neared its climax, a stalemate settled. You stood, breathing heavily, eyeing each other with a mixture of exhaustion and lingering desire.

"Toji," you said, your voice softer now. "We can't keep doing this."

He regarded you with a piercing gaze, a hint of reluctance in his eyes. "Maybe not, but some stories are destined for tragedy."

With those words, Toji retreated into the night, leaving the shattered remains of the apartment and a haunting silence behind. The city, still asleep, remained oblivious to the echoes of a battle fought not just with cursed energy but with the complexities of desire, history, and the inevitability of a destiny entwined with shadows.

©𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐈— Any sign/evidence of plagiarism made from outside this name will be dealt with by whatever means necessary. Legal action may occur if non fanfiction works are plagiarized.

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cupajoscafe · 3 months

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commission wip for my friend @spirit0fstars of Toji and her OC Hayami >:3c full thing is gonna be 5 pages long aksishkans

please ignore the fact that this is read left to right like american comics i was on that beanfang grind while drawing this and forgot that manga is read right to left 🧍‍♀️

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pogkorichanart · 5 months

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toji x sugar mummy!y/n

full render finally finished!! uncensored on my twitter(x) : pogkorichan

#jjk art #jjk fanart #jjk smut #jjk x y/n #toji x y/n #zenin toji #toji smut #toji x oc #toji x reader #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader smut #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen #toji fushiguro #jjk toji

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pfpanimes · 4 months

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⌕ jujutsu kaisen - toji fushiguro.

like or reblog if you save/use.

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tojitsukaisen · 2 years

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Dramatically in love with you.

Toji x reader

genre: flufffff fluff fluff i need more Toji fluff

warnings: none, a tiny little bit suggestive at the end.

notes: hi, this is my first ever fic, i've never really written anything like this, so I hope you like it. let me know in the comments. no i will not apologize for the cringe title. oh yah the reader is a bit oc (ok just me) but i hope it's still relatable. hope you enjoy lovelies

Toji swears he loves you. He loves you so much he puts up with your weird domestic habits. He puts up with the fact that you leave cupboard doors open after you’ve used them as if it doesn’t even occur to you to close them as your mind is already focusing on your next task. He puts up with the fact that he’s bonked his head more than once on those damn things when he steps into the kitchen. He doesn’t say a word when you leave clumps of your hair on the shower walls. He only curses inwardly when steps on yet another fucking bobby pin. He doesn’t consider himself a neat freak; he’s lived, slept, ate and shat in a whole lot worse, so he puts up with a bruise here and a sore toe there. He deals with your high-pitched screams and the fact that he is yet again on jar-duty as he chases a spider through your shared apartment.

Domesticity the way you present it is something foreign to him. While your warm personality sharply contrasts his stoic demeanor, your brazenness is something you two have in common. You don’t hold back on who you are, and he doesn’t really mind the fact that you piss with the bathroom door open sometimes, while continuing some inane story about your day, or that you don’t bother going outside to fart. He honestly loves you and your little quirks and the fact that he gets to call you home. His cute little girlfriend who broke down his walls and managed to sledgehammer through them with your bold moves, your kind eyes, your sharp tongue always followed by a loud laugh, the strokes of your fingers on his calloused hands and his scar-littered body, the morning kisses and the daily effort you put into making sure he feels loved and cared for as well. He swears he will love you until the day he gets dragged into death by the ankles. And beyond that.

He's reminding himself of all these things while fighting the urge to groan, roll his eyes, and throw a pillow at the TV that’s currently displaying a drama series you’re rewatching for the umpteenth time, and with one sharp look from you he’s reminded that he lost that fight.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” you pout at Toji.

“Ya know before ya got here I used to watch actual good shit, right? Something that’s actually fucking interesting. Not this yappy supernatural cry fest.”

“Okay, grandpa. I bet those horse races were real titillating.” You spit back sarcastically.

Toji tsk’s as a response and kicks your feet off the coffee table and reaches for his beer. It never ceases to make you laugh how your 6 feet tall tank of a boyfriend can throw tiny temper tantrums like these. You pause the show and go to retrieve your pillow.

“If it bothers you so much, I can watch it on my laptop, and you can watch the news or some old people program like bingo or some-“

“It’ just..” he interrupts you “I don’t get why she kept that information from him when she knew she was pregnant at the time.” He lectures while pointing his beer at the TV.

“I- what?”

“The chick from the show! I get that he’s an asshole, but you’d think she’d get off ‘er fucking high horse an’ tell him about the pregnancy, definitely knowing she’s cursed or some shit, wasn’t that her? The one who got cursed last season? Or was that the evil twin sister or something? I can’t fucking listen for one more second about how- what?”

You can’t control your giggles as you hop into a squat on the couch next to him and poke his cheek.

“The fuck you laughing at, brat?” he warns.

Your giggles die down a bit before you crawl over to him and he instinctively places his hands around your waist and pulls you into his lap.

“You’re such a cute hypocrite, Toji. My big strong scary man who supposedly only likes serious content” you chuckle.

“ ‘s not my fault you put this shit on every day, it gets in my head”

“Yeah okay. ‘s not like you're actually invested” you grin at him.

He snorts at that. “You’re a fucking headache, y’know that, sweetheart” he sighs while kissing the top of your head.

You lean into him and smile into his broad tobacco scented chest.

“Yeah right back at ya, dollface”.

Oh, he swears he’s going to wipe that smile off your face later that night when he gets his payback in the bedroom. Or the dinner table. Or the couch after just one more episode. So, for now, however..

“Put the damn show back on, so I can at least know how this shit plays out."

You stifle a laugh as you shuffle in his lap so you’re facing the TV and you press play.

He swears he hates these things, he really does. He’s not invested. He’s putting up with your weird habits. Because god, does he love you. And maybe your dumb little drama series as well.

#toji x y/n #toji x reader #toji x self insert #toji x you #toji x oc #toji fluff #toji fushiguro #jjk #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #jujutsu kaisen imagines #toji imagine #toji scenarios #toji simp #dilf toji #toji fic

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chocochipsushi · 2 months

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𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐠

SFW

🌸Word count: 6.4k words

🌸AU: your soulmate is a huge, grumpy fart who shows you and only you affection, and though he hates his best friends, you think you've found soulmates in them too

🌸Pairing: Toji x reader, SatoSugu

Part 2 >>

You always catch guys staring until Toji walks up to you with a hand on the small of your back. Then, the guys start to panic internally, looking away to avoid trouble with such a huge man. But their gazes will always return to watch the both of you. Everyone is always intrigued by your relationship.

You’re the tiniest little thing next to Toji, just standing nestled at his side, your hand resting on his beefy arm, his rugged body pressed up against yours. You’re not even that small to begin with. But his body is so big, chiseled and intimidating, that you‘re like a doll next to him. He looks so much like a guard dog whenever you’re together, because of how he towers and hovers over you.

“Can you help me get that, Toji?”

He looks up to what you’re pointing at and immediately lets go of you to step closer to the shelf. “This one?”

He easily reaches for the pair of scissors that is barely even touchable for you. He turns his head to see you grinning up at him as you bob your head. Toji grasps the package and brings it down to pass it to you.

“Gojo needs a new one because he misplaced his,” you explain, taking it from him before wrapping your arm around his.

“Shitty bar owner,” Toji mutters under his breath.

You laugh as you go up to the counter to have it paid for. As you pass the scissors to the cashier, you look up at Toji and scold, “He is your best friend, Toji!”

Immediately your boyfriend pulls out his card from his back pocket to pay for the item. The cashier is watching the both of you quietly. Toji shrugs at your reminder. “So? What kind of bar owner can’t even keep a pair of fucking scissors?”

Once the payment goes through, he snatches the new pair of scissors out of the cashier’s hand. The poor boy is so terrified and surprised by Toji’s roughness that he is surprised when you thank him with a sweet smile, and start walking out of the line. The amazed cashier is watching you lead the way, and he cannot help making parallels to you walking your scary guard dog that only listens to you and no one else.

The power you hold over such a huge and fearsome man could possibly make you easily twice as scary as Toji is. Because even the blind could tell that this crude and stoic man would do anything just to see you happy and safe. There is no other reason for the soft spark that ignites in his eyes every time your name is mentioned.

“Where’s The Grump?”

You hop up the bar stool and place the new pair of scissors on the counter. Grinning at Gojo, you answer, “Parking his bike. He’ll come.”

“Oh, damn, thought it was just you.” Gojo blows a raspberry as he snatches up the stationery. “I could really do without his stale attitude today.”

“Or ever,” his partner next to him chimes in.

Gojo points at Geto with a nod and an eyebrow raise in your direction. “I feel so bad you got him as your soulmate.”

Geto stops mixing whatever drink he is making to give you a look. “How do you even live with such a cranky old fart like that? Seriously.”

You laugh. “He's not that bad.” When you see the both of them giving you the same exact look, you laugh even harder. “Really! He’s actually very nice.”

“Yeah, maybe to pretty girls,” Gojo scoffs.

Geto makes a face and disagrees with his partner, “Actually… no. Have you seen the way he looks at girls that try to hit on him?”

Gojo thinks about it for a moment before he nods. “You got a point.” He looks at you. “So it’s just you that he's nice to. How does it feel to be God’s favourite?”

You giggle. “Toji is not a god!”

Gojo stares at you for a moment, then turns to his soulmate. He wonders, “Oh, is he nice to her because she’s an airhead?”

“Hey!” You stand on the leg rest on your stool to reach over and snatch the new pair of scissors off his hand. You frown at him. “That’s mean! I’m not dumb!”

Geto leaves from behind the bar counter with the freshly made order and before he makes his way to the customer’s table, he pats your head and bumps your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Yes, you are, but in a cute way.”

“Yes, so cute,” Gojo coos, reaching over to ruffle your hair. “Can I have my scissors back, my pretty baby?”

“I’m not a baby,” you huff, though you thrust the stationery in his direction anyway.

He grins as he takes it from you, using the back of the scissors to tap the top of your head lightly before he retracts his hand. You’re huffing and complaining about the two bar owners bullying you while Satoru simply laughs endearingly at your grumbles. You are still frowning at him when you suddenly hear a commotion behind you, so you turn around, only to see your boyfriend standing next to Geto with their broad backs to you, looking at a spot in the corner, perplexed and frustrated.

As if sensing your gaze, your soulmate turns around and spots you at the bar counter. Even from afar, you can see the way his eyes light up. He holds his arm out in your direction and makes a come-hither motion. So you jump off the stool and walk over to the two men. Suguru has now turned to watch you make your way over.

“Geto slapped me on the back with the stupid tray and my keys flew in there. Pick it up for me, will you, baby?”

You immediately nod your head. Suguru and Toji are too broad and muscular to fit into a small space like this, and it is always your job whether at home or at the bar to squeeze into nooks and crannies to retrieve a lost item, just like how it is Toji’s responsibility to reach for anything that is out of your reach (which is usually things in the overhead cupboard). You’d once been so afraid of his size but now you’re comforted by it, and your dynamic that used to be a mystery and a worry to you now works so well that either of you wouldn’t know what to do without the other.

Without another word, you get down on your knees and hands. You hear some rustling behind you and when you check, you see Geto pulling the apron from around his waist and Toji doffing his black leather jacket, the both of them holding their respective materials to conceal your behind since you are in a skirt. You look away and return to crawling closer to the tight space. You go lower and stretch your hand out into the darkness, at the same time sliding almost half your body into the cranny.

You reach around for the bunch of keys and easily find it. You fish it out and sit on your heels, grinning up at Toji as you hold his keys out to him. He is only looking at you as he takes them from your hand, his free hand already reaching down to yank you up. Once you’re standing in front of him, Toji reaches behind you to pull down on your skirt and brush it down.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he murmurs before bending to brush the dirt off your knees, the side of his neck bared and close to your face.

“Okay, move outta the way, I have more customers coming in,” Geto grumbles, staring up the stairs where some people are walking down to the underground bar.

You grab Toji’s arm and pull him to the bar counter where you had been sitting. He helps you up on the stool and goes around the counter where Gojo is making some cocktails, to wet a piece of tissue. He returns and stands in front of you, wiping your hands and knees with the wet tissue.

“Thank you, Toji,” you mumble, watching him take care of you.

He simply shakes his head. He goes behind the bar counter again to bin the tissue and wash his hands. At that time, a couple of guys come over to stand next to you at the bar counter. Gojo has gone to the kitchen, so Toji decides to help out for a bit. He dries his hand and stands before them, placing his hands on the counter, his broad shoulders looking more intimidating than ever.

“Yes?” he gruffs out.

“Two whiskey sours,” one of the men orders. He turns to you and gives you a flirty smile. He orders again, “And a mojito for this beautiful lady, please.”

You are surprised. You take a quick glance at Toji, only to be even more surprised that he is already making the order. He is always so protective over you and hates when guys so much as turn their heads in your direction.

Quickly, you turn back to the guys and decline the drink, “Oh, no, thank you but that’s okay!”

“No, please. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sitting here alone with no man and no drink,” the other one of them chuckles.

You look at Toji again, and though he is concentrating on mixing the drinks, you can clearly see the tick in his jaw. You swallow and shake your head. Smiling politely at the two men, you say, “Oh, no, I came with my boyfriend.”

“Well, he's gone, isn’t he? We can still be friends.”

Just then, Geto returns to man the counter and you see him glancing between you and the two men, then you hear him asking Toji to stop what he's doing. But Toji is quiet and somber as he simply shakes his head. Suguru looks at you and quirks an eyebrow, looking quite perplexed. He knows just how protective Toji can get when it comes to you. This reaction of his is totally new.

“So what's your name?” the guys prod.

You give an awkward chuckle. “I have a boyfriend,” you reiterate, hoping they get the hint.

“We’ll leave when he gets here.”

“Yeah, and you can tell him that you got yourself the drink.”

You’re simply staring at the two men, speechless at how disrespectful and pushy they are, when two glasses are slammed on the counter in front of them. They jump a little and turn back to the bartender in annoyance, only to drop the arrogance when they see that it is Toji.

“Two whiskey sours,” he grunts. He then gently places a cocktail, that is definitely not mojito, in front of you.

“Hey, we asked for a mojito for her.”

Toji looks them dead in the eyes and spits out, “I know my girl more than you do, and she doesn’t drink mojitos. That’s $50 for the three drinks, card or cash?”

The two men’s eyes widen into the sizes of saucer plates. Their eyes flicker between Toji and you, and when Toji quirks his eyebrows at them, they pull out their card in a nanosecond and scurry off the moment the drinks are paid for.

When they’re gone, Geto turns to Toji with his hip leaning against the counter and his arms crossed over his chest. He looks amused. “Wow. Toji Fushiguro is a changed man. No more punching men in the face whenever they speak to your little girlfriend?”

Toji washes his hands and dries them as he mutters, “I would have. Just figured since they wanted to pay for her drink, I’d just hold back.”

You giggle while Geto makes a face jokingly. “Stingy ass.”

Toji comes round to the front again where he sits next to you, bringing his chair close to you. He spreads his legs so that you’re between them, and rests his foot on the footrest of your stool, almost like he is protecting you.

“Whiskey on the rocks,” he tells Geto, who is already pulling out the bottle of his favourite whiskey. Toji always gets the same thing.

You take a sip of the cocktail in front of you and turn to your soulmate, who is already watching you. “Mm. Apple pie!” He nods his head, quiet with his eyes still on you. You beam at him. “Yummy!”

He still doesn’t say anything. He simply watches you for a few seconds before reaching a beefy hand out to cup your face. Before he even gets to stroke his thumb on your cheek, Geto slaps a coaster down on the counter in front of his best friend and places a full cup of whiskey on it.

“Stop being gross,” is all he says.

Gojo pushes through the door of the kitchen with two plates balanced on his palms. “Suguru, table 17 and 4, please.”

Geto is already taking the plates off him as he mumbles, “Got it.”

He goes off to bring the food to the tables so that it is just Gojo in front of you and Toji. He grins at you. “Wanna go to a party when we close tonight?”

You glance at Toji, who has dropped his hand from your face to pick up his drink. You turn back to his friend. “Sure. Whose place?”

“Shoko’s.”

Toji is out of his element. He hates socialising, especially at a party. People just drain his energy, even Satoru and Suguru are no exception. The only person he doesn't mind— or rather, wants to be together with all the time is you. But you are the opposite of him. Everything about the both of you are opposites.

You enjoy being with people. You’re loud all the time, and you attract people like moths to a flame. You could be standing there minding your own business and yet still have someone approaching you. You’re just a people person and Toji is not. Which is why, Toji grabs onto your wrist when you start to drift a little too far from him.

“Where are you going?” he questions quietly. Only you can sense the mild panic in his voice.

You smile. “I was gonna go get us a drink.” You pat his hand that is still holding onto you. “Wait here, okay?”

His eyes dart around the place and as if a saviour has appeared, he quickly lets go of you and stands up to grab a hold of Gojo who had been walking away. Satoru stumbles back, surprised and confused.

“Get us a drink on your way back, will ya,” Toji mutters.

Satoru frowns at him. “I’m going to the bathroom, dickhead.”

“Stop by the drinks station on your way back and get us something, then.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?”

Deciding to end this bickering, you place a hand on each of their chest. The two men huff at each other before turning to you. You tell Toji first, “Let’s go get the drinks together, okay?” Then you turn to Gojo. “And you can come find us when you’re done.”

“What for—”

“She said come find us when you’re done,” Toji repeats in a grunt.

Gojo turns to you wide-eyed like he is saying, “Did you see what he just did to me?” But you simply grin up at him and pat his chest before turning around and flouncing off in the direction of the drinks station. Toji follows behind you, but not without a flick to his ear by Gojo.

“What do you want to drink?” you question when you’re standing in front of a whole bunch of different alcohol types.

You’re reaching out for a cup when Toji interjects and pushes you away gently as he takes over your spot. You look up at him and he says, “I’ll mix you something. Just go to the fridge and get me a beer, will you, sweetheart?”

You do as he asked you to and when you’re back, he is pouring cranberry juice into your cup. You exchange your drinks once he is done with the concoction and you mix the liquid in your cup with your finger. You’re about to put it in your mouth to lick your finger clean, but your wrist is caught in Toji’s grasp. You look up at him, surprised and confused. But he simply brings your finger up to his mouth, where he sucks on your soaked digit.

“Yep, you’re gonna like that,” he compliments his own drink mixing skill with a cocky eyebrow raise and a smirk.

You immediately erupt in flames but you take a sip of your drink quietly. He is right, of course. Toji knows just how you like your drinks. He knows you too well.

Toji takes a sip of his beer as he leans against the kitchen counter. Just then, Gojo and a bunch of his noisy friends come streaming through the kitchen door and head over to your group. The two bar owners have really good alcohol tolerance but you know that they’ve definitely drank a bit too much by how loud they’re being. You move closer to your boyfriend, somehow managing to stand between his legs and be engulfed in his body.

“We’re going to the club. Wanna join?”

You frown at Gojo as Toji takes a swig of his beer. “Now? We just got our drink,” you whine.

“Chug it, then.” Suguru raises his brows at the man behind you. “You have a bodyguard to take care of you.”

You turn and look up at Toji, who simply stares back at you. He is not the most sociable person but if you wanted to socialise, he’d step out of his comfort zone for you.

“I don’t know…” you mumble, turning back to your friends. “I’m not feeling it—”

“Oh, you’re a lightweight!” Satoru snarks. “Down that cup and you’ll be feeling it in a minute!”

“Drink, drink, drink!”

Your friends start chanting and suddenly you’re pressured by a group of four to skull an entire cup of alcohol. You feel Toji standing straighter behind you, probably ready to snap at them for being a bad influence. Quickly, you instinctively down the drink and all your friends start cheering you on.

“Baby!” Toji hisses. He snatches the cup out of your hand but you’ve already finished three-quarters of it. “We could have just gone home,” he groans. You simply stare up at him as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. “You’re so stupid.” Your lips fall into a pout and he immediately softens the frown on his face. “Baby,” he sighs, this time concerned.

A hand lands on your shoulder and you’re suddenly pulled away from Toji. “Oh, stop worrying, lover boy,” comes Satoru’s taunt. “We always take good care of our little baby, don’t we?” he coos as he leans down to press his cheek to yours, grinning annoyingly at your soulmate.

You are having so much fun and you’re so glad you came. The club is packed, the music is good, and the energy is electric. You’re dancing and singing along to all your favourite songs with all your friends, the whole bunch of you loud and having the best times of your lives.

Except for Toji.

He is standing by the bar, keeping his eagle eyes on you so he doesn't lose sight of you, as he sips on his fourth glass of whisky. If you’re a lightweight, you’d best bet that your soulmate is the opposite. Someone has to be sober enough to take care of you.

It isn’t about his sobriety either, actually. Being the soulmate to a young girl who is over 10 years younger than he is, Toji just finds it refreshing to see how much energy you have in your little body. He is way past the age to be drinking just to party but he doesn’t want to rob his soulmate of this time in your life where you can party all night long and still not suffer any consequences the next day.

It is your third time being approached by a boy, trying to dance with you. But like what you’ve done with the previous two, you point to Toji, who tips his glass in your direction with a quirk of his eyebrow. And just like the previous two times, this boy is frightened by how intimidating your boyfriend is and immediately takes his leave.

It’s been an hour and a half in the club, and you’re starting to feel partied out. Leaving your friend group, you squeeze your way out to find Toji, who meets you halfway, not wanting to have you alone in the club even for just a few seconds. You immediately hug his arm and lean against his warm body.

“Ready to go home?” Toji shouts.

You nod your head. So he downs his drink and leaves it at the bar counter before finding his way out of the club with you latched on him. When you’re out, Toji takes his arm away from you to doff his leather jacket and hold it open for you. You wear it and you’re suddenly drowning in the jacket. You go back to hugging Toji’s arm. He has just fished his phone out to book a ride home when someone ruffles your hair.

Toji’s body stiffens and he looks up to glare at his possible victim when he notices Satoru grinning at the both of you. You rest your temple against Toji’s bicep as you look up at Gojo.

“Where is Sugu?” you mumble.

He throws his thumb over his shoulder. “Drunk.”

You rest your hand on Toji’s chest so you can tiptoe and take a look behind Gojo. While you’re watching Geto sitting on the pavement curb, head hung and propped up on his hands, Toji slips his arm out between the both of you to wrap around your body, pressing you to him. You circle an arm around his waist and rest your head on his chest.

“Are you guys going home now?”

You bob your head. “Tired,” you murmur.

Gojo groans as he glares at Toji like your boyfriend has offended him. He complains, “You’re so lucky your soulmate is half your size and easy to carry.”

Being the people pleaser that you are, you look up at Toji. “Oh, Toji! Why don’t you help—”

“No.”

You frown at him. “But why? You’re so strong.”

“Yeah, Toji. You’re so strong,” Satoru joins in, grinning.

“Shut the fuck up,” your boyfriend grinds out as he sets a deadly glare on his good friend. “Stop acting like you’re so weak.”

Gojo, now dropping his mockery tone, runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “You know Suguru is heavier than he looks. He's going to be hard to move around.”

“Baby,” you try again. You’re always so nice to your friends. “Help Toru get Suguru home. Or they could come over—”

“No,” Toji snaps.

You shut up, surprised at his tone. Hurt, you drop your hands away from Toji and take a step back, crossing your arms. But you know that you probably don't look intimidating at all, especially in your boyfriend’s huge jacket.

“Princess, you’re drunk and I’m tired—” he tries to say as he reaches out for you.

But you dodge his hand. “You’re so mean to your friends, Toji. I don't like it when you’re mean to them. And then you get mad at me.”

Toji’s gaze softens. “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart. You’re my priority. I want to take care of you.”

“But I’m fine!”

“You’re drunk, sweetheart.”

“I’m fine!” You stomp your foot.

Toji rubs his face tiredly. He locks his phone and shoves it back into his pocket in defeat. He stares at you. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to help Satoru!” you huff.

Gojo, while you were squabbling before him, is just staring at you in admiration and awe. He has never seen Toji so docile and tame, and nice before. You have a chokehold on him and it is so apparent who holds the upper hand in the relationship.

But Satoru suddenly feels cold and he just knows that Toji is glaring at him even before he turns to look at his best friend. Gojo smiles nervously. “Yes, Fushiguro?”

“You’re paying for the ride back home.”

You hold the door open for Toji and Satoru to lug in an unconscious Suguru, where they dump him on your couch. Satoru groans and Toji immediately leaves to go into your shared bedroom. You take off Toji’s jacket and hang it up, just in time for Toji to come back out to hand Gojo some extra blankets you don't use. Finally, the two men turn to you.

“Are we good now?” Toji mutters.

You bob your head meekly and he immediately goes into the bedroom. You look at Satoru, who gives you an encouraging look.

“Thanks, doll. Think you should call it a night.”

You nod your head and rush into the room where you hear the water already running in the bathroom. You quickly undress and join Toji in the shower. You watch him clean himself up silently, entirely ignoring you when he would normally be all over you.

“Toji?” you call weakly. He doesn’t answer you. You move forward to touch his torso as he rinses his hair. “Toji, can you wash my hair for me too?” you try.

He opens his eyes and lands his steely gaze on you. The moment he sees the kicked puppy look on your face, he feels his heart softening. “C’mere,” he mutters.

You’re excited at his invite, and you move to stand in front of him and turn your back to him. He takes the shower head and you tilt your head back so he can rinse your hair. Turning the water off, he starts lathering your hair with shampoo. In the silence, you feel even more nervous with this Toji. So you speak up.

“Are you mad at me, Toji?”

The question hangs in the air for a long while. Unable to take his silence anymore, you turn around so that you are facing him and his arms are stretched out to massage shampoo into your hair. Toji sees the small pout on your lips. He sighs.

“I just don’t understand why you have to be so nice. You were drunk and tired, too. It just pisses me off that you don’t ever think for yourself first.”

“But Satoru needed help…”

“What do you think he did before he even knew you? He’s just fucking with us.”

“What do you mean?” You frown at him. He's just so mean sometimes.

Toji stops massaging your scalp now and uses the remaining shampoo on his hands to wash his own hair. “I mean, he carried his fucking boyfriend home drunk plenty of times before. Might have taken him a while but he did it fine. He just makes use of you to get me to help him because he knows I would do anything you asked me to.”

You hear nothing but the last bit. You completely forget that you had thought he was mean. “Would you actually do anything I ask you to?” you murmur.

Toji narrows suspicious eyes on you. “Within means.”

You throw your arms around him at once, smushing your cheek to his firm chest. He grunts in surprise, quickly resting his hand on your shoulder blade. “I’m sorry I got mad at you for being mean to Toru,” you mumble.

Toji takes in a deep breath. “Yes, you should be.” You gasp and tilt your head up to pout at him. He has a cheeky glint in his eyes when he says, “You were going to get lucky in the morning but now you have two dumbasses in the living room.”

“What do you—” The innuendo behind his words finally hits you and your face glows red. “Princess fucked up?” you try to give him a cute pout.

Toji only laughs, his scarred lips stretching wide. He cups your chin and leans in to peck you on your lips. “Princess fucked up,” he agrees.

Despite Toji’s declaration last night, you still woke up lucky this morning. Not only because of Toji’s “Princess Treatment”, but also because Suguru and Satoru wanted to thank the both of you for letting them crash your place by cooking breakfast. Using the ingredients in your kitchen.

“Steak? For breakfast?!” Toji shouts.

Your soulmate buys at least 5kg worth of beef every week for his protein intake. It is expensive and he definitely would not be eating it as hangover food.

You giggle as you go over to Suguru’s side, hugging him as he cooks up a ton of sunny side up eggs. Satoru and Toji are bickering in the background. Suguru places a hand on the top of your head and leans down to kiss your hair.

“Thanks for getting Toji to help Satoru last night,” he murmurs.

You look up at him with a beaming smile. “Thank you for staying friends with Toji.”

He laughs and pats your head. “We stay only ‘cause of you, sweetheart. Now go prep the table. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

You do as he says, bringing out plates and cutlery for everyone. Before you even struggle with the weight of the ceramics, your boyfriend floats past you and picks them up instead. You follow after him like a duckling, standing there uselessly while he goes around the table to set up. When he’s done, Toji stands next to you as the both of you watch Gojo set glasses of water at the table. You stare up at Toji, who immediately looks down at you.

“I’ve never had steak for breakfast before,” you admit innocently.

Toji lets out a strangled groan and slumps over your body as he wraps his arms around you like you are his pillar of strength. “I fucking hate them, baby,” he confesses in a fake cry.

It makes you laugh because if anyone could ever get Toji to be so dramatic, it would definitely be his best friends. It is a side of his you never get to see when it is just the two of you.

You reach behind him and pat his back. “There, there, baby. We’ll buy more today.”

“No,” he says seriously now as he stands upright. You look up at him in surprise. “Satoru and Suguru are buying more today.”

Just then, the man with long, black hair walks towards the dining table with a plate piled with all the eggs you had in your fridge, all cooked perfectly. “We need to get groceries for our place anyway,” Suguru says. “We’ll buy yours too.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Satoru sings as he skips over and drags his chair out to plop down on it. “Double date!”

You move to sit next to him as you laugh, amused. “At the supermarket?”

“Double date at the supermarket!” Satoru announces as he throws his arm around you the moment you get to the doors of the huge establishment.

Toji rolls his eyes next to you. Suguru comes over now and holds a basket out to your boyfriend. But he rejects it and insists, “I’m going to need a cart.”

So you’re walking down the condiments aisle next to Toji while Suguru and Satoru are discussing about sauces they need for a recipe they are planning to try out for the bar. You slip your arms around one of Toji’s and walk close to him. He moves to rest his elbows on the cart handle so that he is almost at your same height even though he has to basically walk with a hunched back.

As the both of you watch the two males in front of you squabbling about the qualities of brands, you briefly wonder, “Do you think we have soulmates for friends too?”

Toji hums and shrugs a shoulder. “Why’d you ask that?”

You guys halt when Gojo and Geto stop for a condiment. You let go of Toji and turn to him. Returning to his full height, he gazes down at you. “If we do, I really hope Satoru and Suguru are our soulmates,” you sincerely say.

Toji makes a face. “Those clowns?” You bob your head innocently. He turns to watch his two best friends throwing a sauce bottle back and forth as if it is a dynamite that might go off in the next minute. Toji finally turns back to you with an incredulously confused look. “Seriously? Those clowns?”

You reach out to thump his chest as you laugh. “I know you love them, Toji. You know, if we ever have kids, I want Toru and Suguru to be their godfathers.”

“Hell no, I’m not letting those idiots near my babies,” your soulmate immediately declares, shutting down all possible arguments as he turns to push the cart again.

You follow after him and grab hold of his shirt. “You’re so mean to our childrens’ godfathers, Toji.”

He glares at you, which only makes you giggle. He pushes your hand away from clutching onto his shirt and you are offended for a second before he slips his palm against yours, his fingers sliding between yours. He pulls you closer until you are bumping against him. You stare up at him, wondering why he did that.

“Should we ditch them?” he whispers as he eyes the two grumbling men.

You giggle. “Who’s gonna pay for our groceries then?”

He groans and sets his eyes on you. “Ugh. You’re right. They’re—”

“Hey! Who wants some cake and ice cream?” Satoru shouts in your direction. Immediately, you grin and raise your hand eagerly. He smiles back happily. “Let’s buy ingredients and make a strawberry shortcake at the bar!”

“We’re making them?” you groan at the same time Toji almost yells, “We’re spending more time together?!”

You’re watching the three men across the kitchen island. You’re given the easiest job, which is to cut up the strawberries, so you have plenty of time to watch Toji whip a bowl of cream while Suguru helps to pour in sugar at intervals, as Satoru mixes the cake mixture. You think it’s so cute how they’re gossiping about a mutual friend one moment and then bickering the next because flour has flown everywhere.

“Gojo!” Toji snaps as he stops mixing and looks down at his black shirt now dusted with flour.

Satoru goes over to him and fakes gasp, “Oh my God, I’m sorry!” He then dips his finger into Toji’s bowl and scoops up a dollop of whipping cream. He puts it into his mouth and moans. “Mmm. Yummy!”

“Satoru!” Geto scolds with a disapproving look on his face.

The white-haired man is making eye contact with an annoyed Toji who is glaring at him. He grins obnoxiously and lets his finger go for another dip. He then holds his finger out to his boyfriend. “It really is yummy.”

Despite the side glare that Suguru gives him, he still takes Satoru’s finger into his mouth and sucks on it. He flickers his eyes over to Toji, looking just a bit surprised. “Oh, it’s actually good.”

Your soulmate is just glaring at them and you just know that he is so close to blowing up. So you go over with a strawberry and dip it into the cream. You look up at Toji, who is squinting at you. You take a small bite from the side of the strawberry and let out a happy squeal.

“Mm!” You hold out the rest of the strawberry to your boyfriend. “Try it, Toji.”

He keeps glaring at you. So you bring the strawberry closer and bump his lip with the cream. He finally parts his lips and allows you to feed him.

You, Gojo, and Geto are standing there, staring up at the green-eyed man expectantly as he chews slowly, savouring the flavour. There is not a single hint from Toji if he enjoyed the whipped cream as much as we do. That is until he swallows and Satoru breaks the silence with a whisper, as if afraid to enrage a beast.

“So…? How is it?”

Toji is silent for a moment. Then he mutters, “It’s not bad.”

Satoru and Suguru let out relieved breaths. Gojo rounds the island to bring over the remaining uncut strawberries. He dips a strawberry into the cream as he says, “I dunno why you’re always so grumpy. Fushiguro.”

Suguru follows suit in eating strawberries covered in whipped cream. He adds, “Yeah. Can’t you just let loose a little?”

Satoru is now eating his third strawberry. His mouth is still full when he mumbles, “You’re like an old man in a young man’s body.”

Suguru is on his second strawberry now, making sure the berry is completely covered in cream as he comments, “Though he’s not that young.”

You watch Toji’s face turning darker by the second. Especially when Satoru agrees, “True. The only thing young about him is his cute little girlfriend.” You blush when he winks at you.

Toji decides that this is his final straw as he slams the mixing bowl down on the island and snaps, “I’m only four years older than the two of you, fuckwits!” As his two best friends gape at him in surprise at his outburst, he snatches Satoru’s fourth strawberry out of his hand and grunts, “And stop eating all the fucking cream if you’re gonna make a fucking cake. Dumbass.”

Then, he holds the berry out to you. Shyly, you take it and thank him. He steps out from between Geto and Gojo to go over to stand by your side, brushing your hair back so it doesn't get in the way as you munch on the strawberry. Satoru and Suguru are observing the both of you, and you can see Satoru glaring at you.

“You’re a bitch for stealing my best friend and pitting him against me,” he spits. But he is only eyeing at the strawberry in your hand.

You laugh. “Toru, just give up on the cake and eat the strawberries with the cream. We can make the cake another time.”

The suggestion sparks a glint of hope in his bright blue eyes and he immediately grins at you. “You’re the smartest bimbo ever. I love you as much as Toji loves you.”

Toji blows a raspberry and rolls his eyes. But you smile back at him. “I love you as much as Toji loves you too, Toru!”

Your soulmate immediately mumbles, almost concerned because he knows how much you love his best friends, "That's not a lot, babe."

At the same, Suguru also dramatically laments, “Oh, if only hate was love and bimbos were smart.”

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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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