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satoruhour · 2 months

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Can I request Toji x reader smut (established relationship) where Toji’s dick slips out and the reader puts it back in?

CAN’T BE OUT A SECOND LONGER !?

a/n: :3 / tagging @jabamin @kizoken @kentophilia @redskyvenus @screampied ✶

warnings: soft dom!toji, fem!reader, reader deep in sub space, slight daddy kink, implied oral (both f and m receiving), sex under the influence, unprotected p → v sex, pussy slapping, breeding / creampie kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

it’s simply too difficult seeing toji in proper attire, especially when he’s attending your brother’s wedding in a suit and tie, something he reserves for truly important events like these. otherwise, he’d just be in his sweatpants and compression shirt.

not that he didn’t look good in that — but it was eye-opening when he made the effort to get a suit jacket and waistcoat with a tie that matched your dress, hanging off his arm while you watch your brother go crazy on the dance floor.

“you okay there, doll?” his voice is soft over the booming sound system but you catch the concern laced in his words, knowing you had quite a few glasses of wine and mixed other types of liquor with the groom’s toast. “we can head back if you want.”

it’s all that you want but you want to do it discreetly, trailing a hand down his toned arm to twine your fingers with his. with a turned head toward him, you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“yeah . . let’s. i wanna—” toji isn’t fully sober either, the intoxication contributing to the blurriness of everyone else while your face stays in ultra focus; your exposed clavicle, your pouty lips. he can already feel himself getting semi-hard.

“you wanna what?”

you’re able to walk back to your hotel room, but with a giddy smile and laughter from your throat, pressing a firm hand against your lipsticked lips with a frown.

“no, not while you have alcohol in your body—”

you push his hand away, latching onto broad shoulders and making sure you appear as sober as you can to him, “what’s with a little alcohol, toji? you couldn’t find our floor in the elevator earlier either.”

teasing is your forte, moving a hand up and down his chest, over his waist, unbuttoning his waistcoat — and it’s true; toji’s a little gone as well, asking you a few more times until you’re shaking him by his lapels and telling him to “get naked already!”

that warrants a laugh from toji and he gives into you, definitely more open to drinking with you before you two get it on because he notices how everything just sends his skin ablaze: your mouth around his tip, his tongue slurping up your juices.

toji’s on cloud nine when you sink down on his cock, easing it into your waiting cunt after the many, many minutes of prep. your moans mingle with your boyfriend’s grunts, hyper aware of his hands that wrap around your waist to help you.

“cunt so t-tight, sweetheart, thought i stretched you out enough—” you’re silent, already half gone from the liquor in your body that it heightens your senses the same way it does to toji. with a hand, you guide him into you, whining softly at the small amount of pain it harbours.

“slow . . baby, don’t rush,” his words sound miles away when he speaks, eyes locked onto your bent body and your ass on display as you start to bottom out, “that’s it, you got it— good girl.” he maps out the line down your back, your tilted head, admiring you with one hand behind his head along the headboard; and when you start bouncing when he fully appreciates the high of whiskey.

the way your gummy walls hug his length, the fluttering your pussy does around his cock, the jiggle of your ass once you start moving — nothing compares to your moans though, hands forming marks on his thighs from how tightly you hold onto them.

“t-toji . . nngh—” incoherent sentences leave your lips, every hump of your hips providing a little friction for your clit. “s’good, daddy . .”

“is it now?” toji hums at the nickname and smiles to himself, admiring the transparent webs of your cum that sticks to your ass and his pelvis. instinctively his hips move up to meet yours, chuckling deeply when you lurch forward and moan loudly at the way he splits you open, so much so that you can feel him against your cervix.

“you just stay there, baby, i’ll do the work,” he grunts out and stays true to his word, planting his feet down just so he can thrust up into you. your body moves with his, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs spreading even more, but his hips are just too eager to feel your tight pussy around him that his cock slips out with a sloppy shlick.

your annoyed whine makes the other laugh again, but before he can reach forward to help you, you’re helping yourself, looking back at him dizzily and then to his pelvis, feeling around for his cock. you stroke it a few times and tap it against your folds, the dim lighting of the bedroom illuminating your skin and figure so perfectly.

“oh, f-fuck— you’re giving daddy a show, hm?” he says, words just above a whisper, watching how your hips grind against him. but being turned away from him has you having a little more difficulty, tip slipping out every few times toji tries to ram into you and he watches in awe with every time you glance back at him through hooded lids and lolling tongue.

and every time you’re scrambling back to get his length into you, to trail his throbbing tip along your slit to stretch yourself out, to roll your hips with disgusting squelching noises that emphasised how needy you were.

“tojiii . .” you sob when it happens again and toji’s pleasantly surprised to see you close to crying, eyes welling with tears in frustration. you just want him close, but your body’s already too loopy and too fatigued to hold yourself up so toji pulls on you with a tsk.

“dramatic princess, c’mon, i got ya,” from here you can see just how much of a mess you made — juices smeared all over your inner thighs, cunt still leaking, “but i need you t’do somethin’ for me, yeah?”

you sigh as his arm wraps around your middle and his other pulls on your knee so one leg is pulled to your chest; a good enough position, as long as he could fuck you in it. “what is it?”

there’s a certain pout in your voice that he catches, “help daddy get his cock back in you, baby.”

“but—”

“don’t worry,” toji soothes you with a kiss to your temple, adjusting you to properly accommodate you atop of body. not that he couldn’t handle your weight, oh, it was something he loved, but he only hopes you know what’s in store from the very first time you showed him how much you loved his cock in you that it almost brought you to tears.

he needs to see your focused face as you ease him into you, see that focused expression fall into pure ecstasy and a long, languid moan leave your lips as you totally surrender to him. you tick all the boxes soon after, reaching blindly for him while you both watch as you rub his pulsing dick along your sensitive clit; the other has to teasingly buck his hips to get your head back in the game.

“need to feel you ’round me, pretty girl, c’mon. don’t waste time,” he rasps out next to your ear, seeing the bite of your lip through his peripheral as you shamelessly whine at the entrance, sounds coming to a halt when you’re halfway through his length, and then a beautiful arch of your back when your boyfriend bottoms out in you.

“t-toji— mmgh—!”

“use your big girl words, baby.”

but he starts moving and you simply can’t, each vein, each twitch of his cock you can feel it with your sopping pussy as the room starts to smell like sex and sweat. toji holds both your legs, now, making sure you have a clear view of his hips fucking up into yours and relishes in how he’s already rendered you speechless.

“makin’ ya feel good? huh?”

“y-yeah . . daddy . . you feel so fucking g-good,” you barely manage to speak, not noticing the slight stutter he has when the nickname falls from your lips, but you do notice when his pace becomes regular and faster, panting out when your hand starts to rub at your clit. every slap of his pelvis against yours is like a reminder of toji’s overpowering strength over you, holding you up so easily, back curved to fit into his front perfectly.

“you feel so goddamn good too, princess,” he breaths out, feeling your rub circles into your clit and his eyes zone in on how his cock moves in and out of your cunt, taking him so nicely and pliantly that he feels his heart swell, “you know i can never get enough of y’r pussy.”

your heart and pussy pounds harder at that, fully letting your head rest along his shoulder while your body rocks limply along with his thrusts. toji can’t resist giving you kisses along your jawline, sending even more shivers down your whole body before he asks something of you.

“slap your pussy for me, doll,” he grunts into your ear and instantly feels you clench, able to feel his smile against your jawline, “so, soo filthy, just f’me.” you nod, each breath you take a moment of anticipation with someone as gruff but gentle as toji.

“now, spank it.” you obey, giving your pussy a few timid slaps until he releases one leg and shows you how it’s done — harsh, rough slaps against your clit that sends jolts of electricity, and your legs shake in his hold. his laugh is just sadistic, but you love every moment of it, even more so when he spanks your pussy again.

that paired with the noisy pap! pap! pap! sounds of skin slapping has your eyes rolling into your skull together with a convulsing body, not even able to give toji a proper warning before his hand lands on your core on a particularly hard spank and you’re cumming with a cry of his name, squirting all over the sheets and gushing over his cock.

multiple yes’s linger on your lips that it merges together into god knows what, “toji, toji— yesyesyes—” and like a good boyfriend, he talks you through until your pussy calms down and your stomach stops heaving, but god, you needed more.

your hips never stop grinding against his and toji takes it as a sign to chase his high, abandoning your clit before he slams into you like an animal, obscene squelches only highlighting how all of your cum was spraying everywhere. toji bites down into your neck and you gasp both in pain and pleasure, letting your body be used by him until his hips jerk.

“want to be buried in this fucking pussy forever,” it’s strained when he says it and groans when your cunt clenches around him. and it’s not long before he’s spilling his load, so thick and hot into your womb. it just fills you to the brim, little whimpers and mewls weasel themselves out of your throat before it’s taken by toji, a kiss that has you feeling like fire. “love my baby’s pussy, love you.”

“l-love you too, daddy,” you say with a giggle before turning your body over and you can feel his cum start to dribble out, eyes cloudy with the wanton need of more before you start to move down.

a swirl of your tongue, a hiss from toji, “and i love his cock, too.”

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ladytheoris · 1 year

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Toji loved pampering you with everything he has got; cash and his body. If it wasn't for his immense ego and the pride he held hearing you moan his name when he fuck you in every position possible, nothing would explain the anklet with his initials on your cherished ankles which now hangs on his shoulder.

He loves the way he hears the little trinkets make the rhythmic sound when he pounds into you. The way they hang graciously on his shoulder when he eats you out like it was his last meal. The way you moaned his name when he went a bit deep and hard than usual.

He loves how exhausted you look after he fucked you out. And his lullaby is yet again these rhythmic tinkling of the trinkets when you wrap your sore body within his.

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pashminalamb · 1 year

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𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝟏/𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐉𝐨𝐜𝐤!𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟐𝟏)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 (𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞/ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭) , 𝟏𝟖 + 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 (𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐩.𝟐)

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞-𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟓.𝟐𝐤.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭… 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!! 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! <𝟑

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢. 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞?

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧! 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐲! 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐨𝐦! 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡?), 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝), 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 (𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞), 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 (𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞), 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 '𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬.

Making mistakes was important to grow as a person.

Mistakes were good, it was a lesson for next time you made a bad decision.

But college students? Bad choices made the best stories. At least… if they had a fun and happy ending. Or you thought was the case.

The first mistake was going to a party with your friends. There were better things you could have done with your time like catching up on sleep that you lost during assignments, watching a show that you were itching to watch, just anything rather than being sober behind the wheel while your friends had had their share of fun with alcohol.

The second mistake was graver than the first; for you had rejected the option to go back, giving into the coaxes of your friends.

“I’m telling you, you’ll have fun.” , “Why do you want to sit cooped up in that room anyway?” , “let loose girl. A little fun never hurt anyone.”

Yet that little fun is what ruined you which brought you to the third bad decision you had made for the night; running into Zenin Tōji. Although attractive and the heir of old money, stealing the hearts of girls as he would give a sweet smile scoring a basket for the team, he was equally cruel and unscrupulous, making them cry once he was done playing with them. Yet the situation still remained the same, after all, who could resist the seduction of a man as handsome, built and mysterious as he was?

Choosing to just go with orange juice instead since you were the driver for the night, you took your cup and stood in the lonely corner of the room, hand reaching into your pocket to grab your phone. Might as well kill some time was what you had planned until it was interrupted by one of the invites.

“Hey cutie. Haven’t seen you around here before?”

“Yeah, not interested, beat it.” You said, scrolling through your social media pages. Nothing interesting, just people posting about the fun they were having at the party.

“Playing hard to get huh… have dealt with those before. Moan like bitches in bed later on.” he said, breath smelling of hard liquor as he leaned into you, grasping your hand in a firm grip. With a twist of your arm you threw the cup of juice on his face breaking away from his firm grip. Throwing the cup aside you were quick to take a picture of the man in front of you, the flash catching the attention of the crowd.

“Seems like this is gonna go on the college bulletin board. ‘Creep harasses a woman at a party; despite being rejected.’ Think you’re gonna get ‘bitches’ after pulling a stunt with me? I’m surprised you even get laid. Or is that just a claim you’re making, cherry boy?” you taunted, causing the crowd to laugh at him.

“Fuck you.” He said, flipping you off as he left.

“I don’t do trash.” you called out, as the murmuring of the party resuming spread.

“Now that’s a sight to behold.”

Turning around you were surprised to see a poised Tōji, one hand in his pocket while the other held onto a bottle of Hennessy.

What was he even doing here. Tōji was known to make a guest appearance, he was never one to be found in parties where he didn’t fit the scene. There was always something in return if he was there.

“Pray tell what brought you here, Zenin? Thought you didn’t do parties?” you shot back, turning around to face him. Chuckling, Tōji placed the bottle on his lips, taking a swing from it. He was known for having an abnormal alcohol tolerance, barely able to get drunk on it, sending guys home defeated if they dared to challenge him to a drinking contest.

“Whose house do you think this is?” he asked, gesturing to the room around him that was in chaos. Looking in the far corner of it, you saw the peek of a family portrait hanging on the wall.

You were in the Zenin estate. Embarrassed, you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Of course your friends had to attend a party, but they didn’t bother to tell you whose it was and you never bothered to ask, assuming it was just another party with an excuse to get drunk.

“Don’t go getting disappointed in me, Barbie.” Tōji teased, taking a step in front of you.

“Don’t call me that.”

“You’ll get used to it. Can’t bother to remember names anyway.” he shrugged. “As a token of apologies since you got… caught up in trouble with a creep in my house, allow me to drop you home.” he added, hand in front of him as an offer for you to take.

Since when was he such a gentleman?

“Alright Zenin. What’s the catch?” you questioned, eyes narrowed. There is no way Tōji was taking you home, especially where he didn’t have something in return.

“Relax, Barbie. What’s wrong with a guy wanting to take a girl home? I’m not saying that you don’t look… “ he trailed eyeing you up and down, “decent. It’s the least I can do after the scene that just happened at my house, despite an open invite and not knowing who was gonna come in. Don’t want that to happen again when you go back home do you?”

Scoffing at his crassness, you were quick to reject his offer.

“I’m a big girl, Zenin. I know how to take care of myself. I have to drive my friends home tonight. So no thanks.” You said, waving him off. Raising an eyebrow at you, Tōji tried to speak, only to be interrupted with the ringing of your phone.

“And that’s my cue. Thank you for the offer, but I decline.” you said, turning to leave with the eagerness to get out of his presence. Taking your friend by the arm and using the strength of your shoulder you took her out of the estate much to Tōji’s amusement.

Such a big girl indeed.

It didn’t take long for Toji to become every part of your life, from interrupting your lunch to running into you outside of your classes to walking behind you when you left for your dormitory. Your perspectives had begun to change on Toji. He wasn’t the one for small talk or rather any kind of talk. Daring to bring up the topic of his scar had caused him to be much more silent for more than half of the day causing him to be distant. He hated that he was a Zenin, so you resorted to calling him just Toji. He was pursuing business school to make his own money, fulfilling the wish to finally break away from his family. He didn’t have any friends, the only person fond of him was Naoya who was the youngest and at home; the only thing he had for company was his betta fish. Over a course of five weeks, Toji had begun to grow over you.Maybe you had judged a book by its cover.

“Game. Tomorrow night.”

Looking at the man who had made himself comfortable on the park bench of the campus as you fetched yourself a drink from the vending machine, you quirked an eyebrow.

“So what am I supposed to do with that?”

“You know.” was all he said, crossing his arms over his chest, throwing his head back.

“If you’re implying that I come to your game, you should just say so, Toji.” you replied, opening the can, taking a seat a few meters away from him.

Leaning over to you, he placed two fingers under your chin, making you look into his emerald eyes with the turn of your head. Gaze snapping from his eyes to his lips from the words he uttered. “Pretty please, Barbie?”

Lying awake in bed that night, you felt your heart race, remembering the way Toji’s lips moved around the words ‘pretty’ and ‘please’. You knew he was only teasing, but your heart said otherwise. You knew better than to be attached to a man like that. It was pointless and would only end up in heartache.

Yet, you had gone to the game that night, which would prove to be your fourth mistake. Scoring a basket on the buzzer beater, the crowd went wild as Toji shot them a smirk and with the roll of his eyes joined everyone in the locker room. Getting up from your seat, you were quick to walk the hallways, only to stumble upon the hearing of stifling moans and groans. Curious, you stopped by the boys locker room, eyes shifting from the transparent glass to see two figures, your heart clenching in your chest. You watched as Toji’s eyes were closed, his hand resting on the head of the woman in front of him as she bobbed her head up and down his length, choking from him fucking into her throat. It was on impulse that he had jerked his head forward, eyes boring into yours in lust before switching into one of wariness. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes at the sight and without spending a minute, you made a run for the glass doors to the entrance of the university.

Fuck Toji. Fuck the progress you had made with him. Fuck the party you had gone to that you had to run into him. Fuck the fact that you had grew to like him. Fuck that you had goddamn feelings for him.

Tears streamed down your face as you slammed the door to your dorm, upset that Toji and the time you had spent with him meant something to you, while you didn’t for him. Maybe your naive heart had come at a cost… the cost of you coming too close to the flame that it caused you to burn.

The next two weeks were filled with numbness, avoiding Toji; your friends pestering you to tell them what happened. Sighing you gave into their demands, the three of them surrounded you like a circle that you couldn’t escape from, with two of them sitting on either side of you while one sat in the front.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Erica asked, looking at you with her doe eyes.

“What else can I do? Time to hit the books and become a lawyer.” “Ah… the ‘I don’t want boys. I need money.’ classic. But do you know what’s better?” Yumi chipped with the wave of her finger as she pushed a plate of cake towards you, insisting that sweets would make you feel better. “What?” “A party.”

“No.” “But-” “No.” you said, pushing the plate of cake back towards her. “A party is what got me into this mess.” “And a party is what will get you out of it.” Mika said. “Think about it. There is one that is being held in the boy’s dorms. Running into Toji would be low and even if you do, he isn’t the only guy there. There are more than twenty dicks at least. And all of them are lookers.” Shooting her a stern look, she put her hand on your back. “There is nothing wrong with a rebound or at least meeting with someone new.”

Maybe you had given into Mika’s words, deciding to stand aloof in the boys dorms, holding onto a red cup while one of them tried to make a conversation with you.

“So… what are you studying?” Arata asked, taking a sip of his own alcohol. Play nice, smile pretty and don’t be so stiff if you want to take a guy home. “I’m doing law.”

“Woah. Pretty girl and pretty brains! That’s nice.” he said, eyeing you down. Placing his cup on the table, he was quick to place his open palm flat on your waist with a firm squeeze. Of course he wanted to take it further and turn in for the night.

“There’s a room down the hallway. Do you want to join me?” “Yes.”

Entering the empty bedroom at the end of the hallway, Arata pushed you against the door, hands on either side of you, caging you in while his knee was firmly pressed to your clothed core. Leaning into you, he kissed you once then twice, pulling your face close to his after as he became more passionate. You could feel his lips against you, and the passion that came from it but you couldn’t bring yourself to give into him. You needed time, not a hookup.

Bringing your hands up to his face, you placed your palms flat against his ears, pulling him away from you with a string of saliva attached to both your tongues, interrupting the heated moment. His brown orbs searched yours for answers, worry swimming in them to see if he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry Arata, but I can’t go through with this.”

“It’s alright pretty girl. Just…take your time okay?” he said softly, patting your head as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. Maybe if you had met Arata sooner and not run into Toji at the party, maybe heartbreak was something you could have avoided. Closing the door behind you, you walked the empty hallway, coming close to a tall figure that blocked the middle of it.

“Didn’t expect to run into you here of all places, Barbie.” You froze. Looking up to see the man blocking you. Toji dressed in his black leather jacket, black shirt that fit his well built body and jeans that made his pronounced thighs stand out with boots to fit. “Move it, Zenin.” “Zenin? Since when did we go back to being strangers… it’s Toji, doll.” he chuckled, coming close to you. Rolling your eyes, you moved to the side of the hallway, his hand coming to the side to block you. Turning the other way, he did the same with his other hand. Ducking under it you tried to make a run for it, only to have him catch your hand and pull you behind, your back meeting his chest. “I wanna talk.” “No. There’s nothing to discuss about.” you protested, hand trying to break away from his grasp. “Let go of my hand, Zenin.” Picking you up, he placed you on his shoulder as you hit against his back and shoulders. “Put me the fuck down you oaf.” “Fancy words princess, but no. Our talk is long overdue.” he said, opening the door of the washroom in the hallway. “Watch your head. Wouldn’t want to have a concussion.”

Ducking your head, you were turned to face the mirror, Toji’s arm around you while you stared at his back. Locking the door shut for privacy, he took long strides, sitting you on the table near the sink that had a mirror behind it, placing his arms on either side of you, making sure to seal off all exits for your escape. “Talk.” “Talk about what?” “Why have you been avoiding me?” Green eyes boring into yours, he watched every expression from the pinch of your eyebrows to the aversion of your gaze. “It’s nothing.” Using a rough calloused hand, he brought it to your cheek, thumb stroking it, slowly and softly. “You know better than to lie to me Barbie.” Smacking his hand away, you were quick to snap. “Since when did I ever owe you any answers, Toji?” Trying to hop off the table, you tried to leave, only to have him push his body against you, trapping you between his chest and the mirror behind you. Leaning in, he kissed you, hand coming against the side of your face to tilt it at a better angle as his tongue licked your bottom lip while your eyes widened. Pulling away from you he gave a smirk, his eyes held a glaze of lust, his breath playing on your lips.

“You get me turned on when you’re angry.”

His other hand resting on your thigh, his palm squeezing the expanse of your thighs. He rests his lips on your neck, trailing kisses upto your ear, breathy gasps escaping your lips.

“Toji-” you moaned, as his hand came closer to your core, fingers teasing your nethers. He hummed in return, a deep baritone reverberating through the expanse of your neck, leaving another kiss. “Don’t tease me.” you said, hips rolling to get more friction.

“Tsk tsk. Where are you manners, doll? Thought you were more of a lady?” he asked, laughing slightly. “Is this what you wanted from me for the last two weeks?”

He pulled his hand away, standing hunched over as his eyes had a glint of mischief, his hands still on either side of you, veins running on the expanse of his smooth skin. “You came to my game that night, didn't you? At least I remember telling you that I had one but never told you to come to it, you did that according to your own void. You saw me in the locker room didn’t you?” he asked, eyes tauntingly looking into yours.

“It was someone else.” you said, gritting your teeth at the memory. Scoffing, Toji leaned closer to your face. “Don’t lie to me, Barbie. I remember quite well. Those confident eyes were the same ones that were outside of the door that night. And then you made a run for it.” you could feel his breath on the side of your cheek, warm and inviting while you averted your gaze away from him. Placing a hand under your chin, he turned your head to the side, staring into your orbs.

“What? Did you get sad seeing another girl get down on her knees for me?” he asked, eyes widening in amusement. You clenched your jaw, giving Toji the answer he wanted. “What did you do after going back to your room? Cry? Bawl? Felt pathetic about the attention I didn’t give you? Decided that Toji wasn’t good enough for you-”

A loud smack was heard around the walls of the bathroom, with Toji’s cheek starting to turn red. You had your hand raised, the palm of it stinging from it slapping Toji’s cheek while your eyes held anger and unshed tears. Angry that you had fallen for his charm, angry that you had given into his seduction, angry that he had taunted you and most of all…angry that he was right.

“Fuck you, Toji.” His lips curling into a smirk, Toji grabbed the meat of your thigh, fingers digging into it causing you to moan while his other held your hands up.

“Yeah?” was all he said, a feral expression taking over his face. Leaning close to your ear, he licked the shell of it with the flat of his tongue causing a shiver to go down your neck. “You want me to take you here? On this drawer? Make you into my cocksleeve?”

Rather than taking disgust in his words, you felt yourself taking pleasure in them, your cunt becoming more wet. There were times where you were on the receiving end of being spoken to, but it was never this filthy, with men only resorting to calling you their slut or whore.

“Don’t you dare disappoint me, Toji.” Toji was amused at your statement, eyes widening at your words. “Bold words coming from your mouth despite the position you’re in. Whatever happened to the words ‘yes, please’?” he teased. Locking your feet behind him, you slid further on the table, pushing your cunt over his hardon, causing him to hiss, his hands losing their grip on your wrists above you.

“Takes two to tango. If you want to prove a point, make sure you prove it right.” you said, snatching your hands on either side of you. Raising one, you placed it on his throat, feeling the up and down bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed. “Go on. Impress me.”

Lips curling into a smirk, Toji did not move your hand, an eyebrow quirked at your boldness. Lifting you up, you let your hands fall onto his shoulders as he gathered your skirt, bunching it at your waist, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down. Taking off your heels he tossed them to the side haphazardly. Getting on his knees, he spread your legs apart, taking in the sight before him. “Lace…” he murmured, fingers reaching to feel the material along with teasing your core with the dip of it. Pulling it to the side, he let out a scoff. “Seems like you came prepared. What? Wanted to be fucked by someone that badly?” he asked, looking from your shaved pussy to you. Clicking your tongue, you grabbed his hair and pushed him into your sopping pussy, his eyes widening with a muffled sound of surprise. “Weren’t you always silent? Seems like you’re quite the chatterbox this evening. What? Riled up that I wasn’t going to fuck you?” you asked, your voice dripping with maliciousness. If he was going to make you upset, you were going to do the same. An eye for an eye. Pulling away he gave you a grin, slapping your hand away from his hair lightly. Eyes narrowed at you, his fingers dug into your thighs, making you hiss until his tongue met with the wetness of your cunt. One lick, two licks and Toji had his tongue buried into your pussy, his green eyes lidded and staring at your face as you threw your head back and moaned, your fingers entwining in his hair. Toji pulled moan after moan out of you, his tongue rolling slow and steady, torturing your clit.

“Use your fingers.” you commanded, a sharp slap meeting on the side of your thigh. “Just because I’m willing to do this for you, doesn’t mean you bite the hand that feeds you, slut.” Toji said grimly, nibbling on your clit causing you to scream from the sensitivity of it. Using his middle finger he pumped in and out of your wet hole, while moving his head to either side, a moan slipping between your lips. Toji kept going, soon slipping his ring finger into you, licking away at your clit as your hands began to pull his hair, letting him know you were close, the music from down the hallways muffling the sounds of your voice from the bathroom. You came with a broken moan, bucking your hips into his face while Toji took all of the bittersweet essence into his mouth. Getting up from his knees, Toji squeezed your cheeks together, making your mouth open. Letting his tongue roll out, the white fluid dropping into yours, then leaning down to kiss you, his tongue moving against yours in a sloppy manner while your hand moved from his hair to the column of his throat, pushing him away. Looking at your fucked out expression with drool slipping down from the side of your lips, Toji let out a low laugh, the sounds of his rich voice echoing around the room.

“Don’t you look adorably fucked out.” Pulling your hair behind, he gazed down at you. “But, we’re not done here.” Pulling your top up with your bra, he squeezed your breast, causing you to hum in pleasure, your grip from his neck slipping. Reaching down, he bit your neck lightly, leaving the light marks of his teeth, trailing down to your sternum. Pulling him by hair, you watched as he let out puffs of breath, lips pink and eyes shining an emerald under the ceiling light. Toji was beautiful.

“Take your clothes off, Toji. I can’t be the only one here… partly unclothed.” you said, hand slipping under his black shirt, nails dragging against the skin of his abs. Taking a step away from you, Toji dropped his jacket next to you on the table, with his shirt to follow, exposing his body. Your eyes wandered, taking in the sight of his partly naked glory. His body was littered in scars, the lighter lines scattered across his skin. Bringing your fingers close to one of the prominent ones on the side of his abs, you let your fingers trail on it, the skin of it feeling tender under your touch. Reaching down to take your hand into his, Toji placed it beside your head. He gave you a glare. Do not touch me. Understanding in return, your fingers entwined with his, your smaller ones squeezing between the spaces of his hand. Toji unzipped his pants, letting his cock spring out, your eyes drinking in the sight of his painfully red tip. Not only was it big, it was impressive in girth too.

“Think it's pretty barbie?” he mocked.

“Mhm. You talk big game. Let’s see if you can keep me satisfied with it.” you sassed. If he thought he was going to get away with pretty words and playful banter in the middle of sex, he was dead wrong about it; you weren’t going to let him have his way with you. He might’ve been attractive, but the very attitude he had pissed you off yet that's what drew you to him over a span of five weeks.

Giving you a disapproving look, Toji slapped his dick against your pussy, gaining your rapt attention.

“You’re tempting me to face fuck you just so you can shut up and have that brat of an attitutude fixed. But…” he said, taking a gold foil from the back of his pocket and ripping it with his teeth. “Only good girls get to suck my dick. And that night… Seiko was being a good girl.” he added, rolling the condom on his length.

You grit your teeth. Toji never remembered anyone’s name, you highly doubt if he remembered yours. Toji gave you a smirk, thrusting his cock on the top of your cunt, gathering enough of your essence to make him wet. “What? Jealous that I remember another girl’s name?” he taunted. You were too easy to read weren’t you? Disappointment was evident on your face, with your nose crinkled, your jaw clenched and your eyebrows pinching out of irritation. The ball was now in your court; you had to preserve your pride. “I’m surprised a girl even stays wet with the way you talk. Rubbing past flings in people’s faces doesn’t exactly get them turned on, does it Zenin. Arata is still out there, maybe he can show me a good time-”

Toji lifted you up and thrust half of himself into you, making you moan. “Hah- you were saying?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.

“Oh fuck you.” you said, demeaning but no malous behind the words.

“Gladly.” he chuckled, hands settling on your ass to push you back and forth to meet with his thrusts. Toji moaned as he felt your walls clench onto him, your warmth drawing more of him in, balls slapping against your skin. Your fingers dug into his back, leaving small marks as you bit into his shoulder to muffle your moans. With one hand on your ass Toji pulled your head back, eyes meeting with yours. “Look down. And don’t you fucking dare look away.”

Looking down, you watched as Toji’s dick thrust into your heat, in and out, your heart palpitating from both his speed and the flutter it felt to know that you were sharing intimacy with him. You moaned as he hit the spot that made your toes curl behind him.

“Seems like I found your weak point. Pathetic. I’m only fifteen- haah- fifteen thrusts in and you’re all ready to cum? I haven’t even come once. Girls I had over for the last two weeks were better than you-” another slap resounding the room, your hand stinging on the impact it left. Toji cursed as you felt his dick twitch in reaction. Smirking with a scoff you replied back. “Don’t tell me you’re into slapping Zenin? Such. a. Fucking. Masochist. Aren’t you.” you said, tapping his cheek lightly between each word. Unimpressed, Toji pulled out of you, making you stand on your bare feet, ass pressed against the drawer. Spinning you around, he made you face the mirror, landing a harsh slap on your ass, drawing a moaning scream while you were bent forward.��

“If I’m a masochist what does that make you?” he asked darkly, hand under the column of your throat making you see yourself in the mirror. “Look at that. Your face is a mess like that makeup, tits out, and skirt up. All for a man that you want to have. You keep fucking taunting me with Arata, but in the end you rejected him anyway. Do you know why, Barbie?”

Clenching your eyes shut, Toji leaned close to your ear while his hand fingered your pussy from behind. “Cause you’re pathetic. Obsessed over me to the point that you can’t fuck another man. Now watch.” he said, his voice sickly sweet as he thrust his dick into you. Body hunched over you, he fucked into you like an animal, fast, hard and rough, while the other circled your clit. You could feel yourself coming undone as he thrust into that spot that made your knees quiver, and your vision turn hazy, your thoughts blank and your ears unable to hear anything, focusing on just your own pleasure.

“Cum for me.” he ordered, hand pinching your clit as you screamed. “Make a nice sloppy mess for me- ahhh fuck.” Toji moaned as he felt himself getting close, his balls wanting to empty out their cum into your wet cunt. With the tight clench of your wet walls, you felt yourself let go, a particularly high pitched moan escaping between your lips with panting breaths to follow after as you tried to hold yourself, hands gripping the edge of the table tightly. Toji followed right after, his seed flooding into the rubber as his sweaty chest met with your naked lower back, his panting breaths close to your ear.

Giving a kiss to your neck, Toji said nothing as he pulled himself away from you, getting rid of the condom in the bathroom bin, grabbing a few paper towels to wipe himself before pulling up his boxers and pants along with his jacket and shirt. Calloused hands met your bare hips, spinning you around to lift you onto the table as he took a couple more paper towels, wetting them in the sink and cleaned you with rough hands that made you hiss but being gentle after. Taking your panties he slipped them up, placing your heels on the table next to you. Turning to leave you were quick to stop him with the pinch of his sleeve. Emerald eyes turning to look at you, you opened your mouth, lips forming around the words.

“What are we?” Taking a few moments of silence, Toji shook your hand from his sleeve, making you let go of him. “We’re nothing. We fucked, but that doesn’t mean anything. It was just to give you some closure. That’s all it was.” “Then why are you here? You could have just left me like you left anyone else.” you countered, eager to get a more detailed answer out of him.

“If you thought you could make an honest man out of me, you couldn’t be any more wrong. If you knew me any better you would know not to fall for me. If you think I will change for you, I won’t. Maybe next time, you wouldn’t be so naive.” he replied coldly, unlocking the door.

You watched as Toji disappeared out of sight, leaving you alone with stinging words, tears falling from your eyes onto your lap.

Your fifth mistake, was fucking Toji that night.

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tojikai · 2 years

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WARM UP

Pairing: Toji x Reader

NSFW

Genre: Smut

Warnings: explicit smut, pussy spanking, fingering, overstimulation, squirting

Toji took off his suit jacket and loosened his tie before pulling you to sit on one of his thighs. He pulls your legs apart, rubbing you through your panties as he kisses your jaw.

"Were you waiting all day for me? In panties and my shirt?" His deep voice whispers in your ear as a wet spot forms in your baby pink panties.

Toji pulls the shirt up, exposing your breasts and hardened nipples. You put one arm around his broad shoulders to support yourself as his free hand circles around you to reach for your pointed beads and play with them, making you moan as he peppers your cheeks with kisses.

"What if someone visited? What if someone dropped by? You let them see you in this, huh?" He growled in your ear, grabbing your breast and landing a slap on your drooling cunt.

You squealed and moaned at the contact. Despite the pain, the pleasure that came with it made you grind yourself on his palm as he tweaked your nipples.

He pulled your panties off, making you slightly lift your hips off his thick, muscular thighs. You sat back down, returning to your previous position and automatically opening your legs as wide as possible for him.

"You're being such a good girl. I wonder why..." He chuckled, tapping on your clit. You whimpered, seeing strings of your slick sticking to his fingers as he patted your sweet cunt.

"Fuck..." You sighed, looking at him with needy eyes. He caught your lips, humming at its warmth before letting his tongue explore your mouth. You were so lost in his kisses, caressing the side of his face as he rolled your nipples between his calloused fingers.

"Let's see..." He panted in your ear before looking down at his fingers as they spread your pussy lips as wide as possible. The cold air made you mewl, and the way he was staring at your wetness made you hide your face in his chest.

"Oh, you're getting shy, now?" He teased before putting his fingers in his mouth. You automatically opened yours, knowing that he'll have you suck on them before plunging it to your hole.

"Toji..." You moaned as he inserted a finger in you, slowly as if testing the waters. He looked over to your face, but your eyes were fixated on his long digit slowly going in and out of you. You sighed as you relaxed on his thigh, holding your legs open.

One of his large hands massages your breasts, tugging on your nipples. Your eyes fluttered shut, furrowing your brow to savor the feeling. Only your soft and breathy moans and occasional hums from him could be heard inside the room. You bit your lip as he inserted another finger, locking eyes with him as he slipped it in.

However, your quiet whimpers slowly turned to moans, notes raising every second as he curled his fingers, hitting your spot. He chuckled at you as his pace sped up. You squirmed on his lap and grabbed at his remaining clothes.

"Fuck... slow down, g-gonna cum." You cried as he only smirked at you, his eyes never leaving your wide ones. Your toes curled as his fingers continued to abuse your hole.

"You gonna cum? Gonna squirt on my fingers? Gonna put on a show for me, hm?" His fingers are knuckles deep in you while he whispers in your ear. His lips touched your earlobe as you rolled your hips on his finger, eyes rolling back.

"Yes, yes, yes," You answered, your voice fading as you focused on the movements of his digits inside you. He pressed his thumb on your swollen nub, making you gasp loudly.

"Oh, fuck...fuck, Toji!" You sobbed his name as you felt the waves of pleasure take over your body. Your thighs were trembling, and your walls convulse as you cream around his thick fingers.

You tried to push his hand away, but he relentlessly continued to thrust his fingers in your sensitive cunt, making you cry out in pleasure and overstimulation.

"Squirt." He ordered you, whispering in your ear with a clenched jaw.

"Make a mess f'me, pretty girl. Come on." He continuously shoved his fingers in your heat, his brutal pace making you arch your back. Tears stained your cheeks as you felt another wave of orgasm, more intense than the previous one. Your sobs soon turned to screams as your dam bursts, wetting the carpet in front of you and Toji's pants.

"Yes, that's it. Let it out, baby." He encourages you, pulling out his fingers to mercilessly rub your throbbing clit, making you gush harder. He pulled you for a kiss as he slowed down, his tongue coiling with yours as he groaned in your mouth, rubbing you down on his growing erection.

You were a sobbing mess when he stopped. Your whole body was shuddering as you gripped his forearm. He moved your arm and sucked your hard nipples, humming as he nibbled on them. The muscles of your thighs were quivering, and your abused hole was twitching.

"Are you ready, now?" He lifted you as he stood up. You looked up at him with your lips parted and still panting. He laughed at your reaction before kissing your temple and leaning to your ear.

"That's just a warm up."

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Title: Henkutsu na Yankee-kun o Hottokenai Japanese: 偏屈な彼がヤンキーくんをほっとけない Chinese: 偏執男纏上小混混 Creator: You Yodogawa (淀川ゆお) Category: #Manga Status: #Completed Chapters: 7 (1 volume) Genre: #Smut; #SchoolLife Tags: #BulliesLoveInterest; Dense Top; Forceful Top; High School Students; Short Lead; #Yankee Description: Mikagura Shiki, who is a yankee but has excellent results, and Touji Yamato, who is tall and blunt. When Mikagura almost fell down the stairs, Touji rescued him, and this is how the two met. They grow close after that, but one day Touji's blunt words make Mikagura angry. That night, Touji dreams of being attacked by Mikagura, and to find out why, he attacks Mikagura while he is taking a nap... Where to Read: English – not available Japanese CMOA - https://www.cmoa.jp/title/102532/ Renta! - https://renta.papy.co.jp/renta/sc/frm/item/88260/ Chinese - https://www.kingstone.com.tw/basic/2019478234303/ https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdt0TwJu89o/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#manga #completed #smut #schoollife #bulliesloveinterest #yankee

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ao3feed-danganronpa · 1 year

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Luvvbasil's oneshots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zbrsgL0

by luvvbasil

Some oneshots I wrote, no requests right now.

Words: 165, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Neon Genesis Evangelion, プロジェクトセカイカラフルステージ！| Project SEKAI COLORFUL STAGE! (Video Game), Persona Series, Persona 5, Persona 4, Persona 2, Project Eden's Garden, Dangan Ronpa Series, Corpse Party: Tortured Souls, Corpse Party (Video Game), OMORI (Video Game)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Other Character Tags to Be Added

Relationships: Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Aida Kensuke/Suzuhara Touji

Additional Tags: sfw, Fluff, Comfort, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt No Comfort, oneshots, No Smut, Alternate Universe, Romance, Love, Character Death, Death, Drabbles, One Shot, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers, Polyamory, Friendship, Platonic Relationships, platonic, Confessions, Love Confessions, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Are Hard

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/zbrsgL0

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touyaz · 2 years

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pink in the night.

pairing fushiguro touji x fem reader

word count 1,579

notes big thank you to @kemakoshume for beta-reading this mess! <3 @http-404-error-unknown

WARNINGS fingering, dubcon somnophilia (consensual in my head, but it's not explicitly given here). reader has no pronouns.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

You're not sure how long it's been since Touji bid you good night. The very passage of time has melded into one roundabout series: closing your eyes, lying on your side, praying you fall asleep, and then opening your eyes when your plea inevitably falls on deaf ears.

Your right side has gone numb from all the weight on it. From your attempts at staying stock-still in hopes that that will make sleep come to you more easily somehow. It doesn't — hasn't for the past half hour if you were to make a guess. You fall on your back with a heavy sigh. Is it too childish to count sheep?

"Quit moving," Touji grumbles, eyes still closed as he breathes evenly. "Shaking the whole bed."

"I can't sleep," you whine quietly, shifting back onto your numb arm so you can look at him.

He looks peaceful. Hard lines softened and squished against the memory foam pillow beneath his cheek, lips parted a little vulnerably to break that stoic mask of his; it's a startling contrast to the man he'll become when the sun rises.

He doesn't flinch anymore when you trace over the scar on his lip. Instead, he sighs. "I can see that."

"So help me." There's silence for a moment before you tack on, "Please? I'll make it up to you, promise."

He huffs.

"Turn around."

You do as he says and it's not a moment later that you feel his chest against your back, firm muscles and an all-encompassing warmth surrounding you. His breath fans across your neck, tickling the skin as he brushes chapped lips over you in a gentle kiss. "You're a piece of work, you know?"

You hum in agreement, closing your eyes and basking in his embrace. It's nice. The weight of his arm feels good around you, and the way his hand splays across your stomach to hold your body against his burns through your clothes, heating you up in all the best ways. It's amazing, if not a little scary — how comfortable you can be around someone so dangerous, how just being in his arms makes you forget about all your worries.

Most of them, anyway.

You stay like that for a few minutes, trying your best to just sink into his hold and drift off to sleep, but it's no use.

You sigh and call his name and he huffs like he was already expecting you to still be awake.

"Real piece of work."

"It's not my fault," you groan, yawning into your hand. It's almost laughable how your body is more than ready to fall asleep, but your mind is running a mile a minute, thinking of nothing and everything and all that rests between.

"Yeah, yeah," he utters. "Open your mouth."

Once again, you do as he says without question, just hope at the tip of your tongue that this plan of his will work. There's nothing special about the way his hand floats up your body. Two fingers slip past the seam of your lips to coat themselves in your spit. Your mouth feels a little dry, and the moment is a bit awkward since he's half asleep and still sluggish, but you make do. Saliva pools in your mouth and you lap at his fingertips until he pulls them out. His other arm weasels its way beneath your body, fingers hooking into your pajama trousers and underwear to pull them away, so his wet ones can slide in without hassle.

His fingers are coarse to the touch after a lifetime of labour, but they're heavenly on your body. It adds a certain roughness, makes every action feel a little more powerful and firm than the last, and he's nothing if not blessed with his hands and body.

He rubs slow circles over your clit, keeping your hips still with his other arm when you start squirming because of his motions. You can't help but whimper at the loss when his fingers dip down a bit to wade in your arousal, but your eyes roll back as soon as he returns. His wrist must be cramping in the tight confines, but he makes it work, fingers rolling over the bud a little more easily with your slick coating them.

"Come on, sweetheart," he drawls, voice husky with sleep. Each murmured syllable is low and rich; dark chocolate words rolling off his tongue steady like molasses, heady like the haze clouding your mind. His nose grazes along the crook of your neck to plant another dry kiss there. "Cum for me, yeah? You can do it. Nice and slow for me."

Just like he says, the build-up is nice and slow. Each circle drawn around your clit is another drop of ambrosia in the pit of your arousal, and it feels so good — so, so good — when he shifts his fingers a little to the right to press from a new angle and stars burst behind your eyelids. A broken whine escapes you as he fixates on that sensitive spot, breath tightening with a mewled ah, there, there, there and it isn't much longer that your release washes over you in calm, lulling waves; it's more akin to pouring warm honey than tides crashing at the shore, the slow, budding feeling of drowsiness making you focus solely on his fingers as he eases you down from your high.

Your mind feels light as a feather now, eyes staying closed as you gradually catch your breath. Your body an anchor, sinking into the clutches of sleep that you'd been aching the entire night for.

You try to call Touji, murmur a quick Love you, or even a thank you — you're not even sure which one to settle on, too tired to express your gratitude; your tongue feels heavy in your mouth, and you're not sure if the words come out slurred, if at all. You'll thank him properly in the morning if he's still here.

"You sleeping?" he asks, and you hum tiredly, shifting back into his warmth when he pulls his hand from your trousers. "Mm, fuck, wait."

You hum again, and he presses his hips closer so you can feel the firmness of his length through your clothes.

"Got me all—" he pauses to muffle a yawn into your shoulder before continuing "—all worked up."

Another hum. You feel him move around a little, hear the ruffle of bed sheets and his clothes before you feel his cock, a little heavier, a lot hotter poking against your lower back. You can't bring yourself to move when he pushes your trousers down, too. They don't go all the way, just far enough so that he can nudge his cock in between your thighs.

"Fuck," he groans when you squeeze your legs around him. Your body feels like lead, heavy and unmoving, and he's graphite, dragging his hips back and forth to enjoy the friction of your body around his cock. "So fucking good."

Your arousal trickles out of you as he pushes his length along your entrance, wetting the flushed skin of his cock before he lifts your leg atop his to create some space. His movements are lethargic, his mind wanting to slumber, his body craving your tight warmth, and he can't satisfy the former without obeying the latter.

He's not sure if you're even still awake, but you do let out a low groan when he pushes his cock into your sex. It's tight — you'll probably wake up to the consequence of little prep and be less than pleased, but he's too busy relishing the clench and heat around his length to care for that.

He savours the yearning hold of your walls when he pulls back slowly, and enjoys the quiet pap of his balls on the curve of your ass when he pushes back in. He's using up the final dredges of his stamina. There's another thrust, then he stays inside and rolls his hips against you, once, twice, just to see if you tighten around him. Then he thrusts again — or, he tries to. He's just so tired, though, and his movements feel lifeless, like he's nudging you with the tip of his cock and your body barely responds to his half-hearted efforts.

It isn't long before he's weakly spurting his cum into you. He's almost glad that you're too tired to comment — or too busy sleeping, he's still not sure — because he knows you would have made some snarky remark about him not lasting long. He can't bring himself to care about it when his cock softens inside you and the energy in his body completely depletes. He feels like a shell of a man yet he's never been fuller, left satiated but hollow from the fatigue. He hisses when you shift a little, your leg falling off of his, making you tighter around his length.

Maybe in the morning he'll treat you a little better: when the sun rises, he'll have you falling apart on his cock — twice, if you're not too sore, if you ask sweetly and thank him for doing this for you. Or maybe he'll realise he shouldn't have ever put your wants ahead of his own; he'll slip out of your warmth and wonder when staying the night even became the norm for him. For now, though, he presses a final kiss to your shoulder and falls asleep to the thought of getting used to this.

#cursed.archive #jjk x reader #jjk smut #touji x reader #toji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro touji x reader #toji smut #touji smut #fushiguro toji smut #fushiguro touji smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #tw dubcon #tw somnophilia #mine #mine.jjk

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pa-panda-heroes · 2 years

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sitting on touji’s lap because i’m still a rambling whore

minors dni!!

warnings: i’m drunk. have fun. smutty smut smut, dry humping (?)/grinding (fuck idk), oral (giving), praise, lazy fuckin’, slight overstim, slight edging

he wants you facing him!! always!! will throw a fit if you’re not facing him :( he will!! he wants to tease you and praise you and see your cute little faces and he can’t do that if your back is to his big titties :( also secretly loves it when you fondle and grope said titties but he won’t tell you that because then you’ll get all blush and bashful!

loves just having you sit on his lap, your chin on his shoulder and arms wrapped around him as he watches tv or eats, or something else mundane. the way you cling to him just has him so soft <3 and he’d only tell you that. if anyone else finds out, they better have insurance...

bonus points if you try to wrap your legs around him. now you got him soft and horny. because he’s a pervert. massive pervert. you won’t even be on his cock yet, and he’s making all kinds of innuendos and horny comments and feeling you everywhere. because he can. “hey, if you’re gonna feel me up, might as well return the favour,” he would tell you

he’s gonna get impatient with you so fast, your head spins. he’ll move your hips, grinding your poor, clothed heat over his hard cock under his boxers because he doesn’t wear clothes at all while at home teasing you mercilessly about your tiny little moans, your cute little squeaks, your soft sighs, while he licks and nibbles and suckles your neck, still grinding you against him.

he won’t tease you here, he’ll unabashedly let you cum in your clothes, whining for him, dry humping him. he might even keep you going and overstim you, but that just depends on the kind of day he’s had, love. a good day? he’ll move on. a bad day? he’ll overstim and once you recover edge the life out of you until he finally decides to allow you to let loose and scream for him. and once he’s gotten you off, it’s his turn <3

as much as he loves it when you cockwarm him, when he gets like this he wants your pretty little self to drop between his spread knees and suck his cock languidly, as if in a trance, drunken off his scent and the taste of his pre-cum. he wants you slow and lazy, relaxed and taking your own pace <3 because you know really fucking well he’s gonna fuck you dizzy when you’re done sucking his cock like a good girl <3

#jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #fushiguro touji #fushiguro touji x reader #fushiguro toji #fushiguro toji x reader #toji smut #touji smut #jjk x reader #jjk

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sukunastoy · 2 years

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NSFW MDNI 18+

Sukuna, Touji, Getou, Gojou

So imagine…

On your sore knees, glossy eyes searching up to theirs for validation while your face burns red from lack of air. Cock so far down into your throat, nose scrunched against their pubic bone, their large hand tangled into your hair with fingers tugging at your lochs tightly. Their satisfied groans dance into your ears as drool dribbles down your quivering chin and they pat the side of your head, saying you’re such a good pet for daddy…taking his cock so nicely.

@yuujispinkhair @charlie-xo @asaintlysinner @mylittlesyn @sukunassoulmate @skunaskitten

The main gang of naughty thots. ♥️♥️

#shameless-stan #sukuna smut #getou smut #gojou smut #touji smut #jjk smut #jjk smut reader insert #jjk n/sfw #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna jjk #jjk #jjk toji #Gojo jjk #geto jjk #jjk imagines #g/n reader

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ereminsdiary · 2 years

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pairing ☽ toji fushiguro x fem!reader

warnings ☽ age gap (reader is 21/toji is in his 40s), cherry-chaser!toji, smut, virginity loss, cherry popping

w/c ☽ < 250

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(not edited; i wrote this in like three minutes then made a sandwich)

cherry chaser!toji who enjoys the thrill of taking the young college girls he meets at a bar back to his place. convincing them to ditch their partner because he can treat you so much better.

he has you under him in a matter of minutes, undressed and cunt soaking, anticipating his next move.

he works you open on his fingers, telling you he has to get you ready so it won’t hurt so much. yet all his efforts prove ineffective as soon as he’s sinking himself into you.

your fingers claw at his shoulders and back, pressing against his chest. begging him to slow down because he’s too big and it hurts too much.

your pleas fall on deaf ears as he picks up his pace, hips slamming against yours, sounds of skin against skin fill the room mixing with your yelps, though you couldn’t be sure if they were from pain or pleasure.

as soon as he finishes, he’s pulling out. his load heavy and slowly dripping out of you, mixing with the drops of blood from your broken hymn.

he doesn’t even let you catch your breath before he’s off the bed and tossing your clothes at you. as he’s ushering you out the front door he’s sure to remind you to buy a plan b, otherwise you’re sure to end up pregnant.

#toji fushiguro #anime #manga #toji x reader #toji zenin #fushiguro touji x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #reader insert #x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #toji smut #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fic #smut #jujutsu kaisen thirsts #toji thirsts

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hopiiiie · 3 years

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Omg can I break Toji till he turns into a mess please? Pretty please with a cherry on top- (nipple play and overstimulation will be perfect omg_

the stormy toji

warnings: sub!toji, dom!reader, dacryphilia, lil bit of oral sex (male receiving), nipple play, overstimulation, baby Toji bc why the fuck not

word count: 1.5k words

summary: toji was writing god-knows-what, so you broke his focus through overstimulation

note: okay so i already wrote one (still not done) for toji but i couldn’t finish it so this is a different one lmao,, also, i think this one is soft compared to my previous works lol

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Fushiguro Toji was writing.

His hand gripped the pen, scribbling with perfect handwriting. There was a struggle in this perfection. But he pushed it in the back of his mind, focusing on the paper instead. He went back to writing, or at least that’s what he wanted to do but, unfortunately for him, couldn’t. Slowly, his writing became sluggish, mind scrambling to find the words to write until he finally dropped the pen, inhaling sharply.

“Fuck,” he cursed, squeezing his eyes shut.

He felt the pleasure between his thighs. Even though he wanted to focus on his task, he couldn’t because there you were, kneeling in front of him, sucking him off. Toji couldn’t stop the shivers that crawled his skin whenever you touch him. You were unrelenting, hands caressing his back, smooth as a lover’s kiss, and the next moment, your nails deepen down on his sides, creating beautiful small moon crests on his skin. And your mouth. Oh, god, your mouth. Toji didn’t know if he should jerk his hips towards you or let himself lose in the feeling of your tongue gliding his length.

You saw Toji with a new perspective. The usual stormy look on his face was replaced with pure pleasure, brows scrunched and lips stuck between his lips. And you hummed at that, satisfied knowing that you were the reason for that change. You released him, saliva stretching from your mouth to his cock. Toji immediately opened his eyes to see you grinning, causing him to go back to scowling, accentuating the scar on his mouth.

“I thought you said this is nothing to you. Why’d you stop writing then, daddy?”

You spat the endearment, knowing full well his irritation to the meaning it brought. Toji gritted his teeth, annoyance flaring in his eyes. To show defiance, he ignored you and went back to writing god-knows-what that was to be passed on god-knows-when. In short, you didn’t give a fuck about what he was doing because the only thing that mattered to you was seeing Toji cry in over-stimulation, and you’ll be damned if the night doesn’t end in that.

So just as he went back to his work, you also went back to get him off. You made sure to watch his reactions as you bobbed your head. When Toji released a shaky breath, you replaced your mouth with your hand, palming him. Toji suddenly jerked from the sensation of your palm on his leaking head, but you only smiled innocently at his face.

“Y-You—”

You cut him off when your other hand stroked him hard, and it was enough to make him cum, stifling the moan from his mouth. You cooed at the mess he made on himself, laying your head on his thigh while you rub the other one.

“Such a good boy, my little Toji.”

Toji exhaled shakily, thighs trembling. At your praise, he turned his head away from your eyes, attempting to hide the blush on his face but failing miserably.

“Y-You’re done now, right?” You gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your chest, pretending to be hurt.

“You make it sound like you didn’t ask me of this a few days before.”

He rolled his eyes, scoffing. “That was then. I’m busy now.”

You pouted, subtly stroking his firm thighs. “Too busy even for me?”

Toji merely grumbled but didn’t answer nor fixed himself back on his pants. He went back to writing while you lazily roamed your hands on his hips. With a hum of appreciation, you touched his stomach, hardened by all of his hard work and dedication. The only reaction you got from Toji was a tilt of his head as he wrote. Feeling a need to change that, your hands wandered up to his chest, under his shirt. The sudden change caused Toji’s soft breathing to hitch, but your hands continued the path to his nipples. A smile showed on your lips when you felt them harden under your touch.

“Y/n,” called Toji. A warning. An invitation. A plea.

When you straightened out and placed your hands back to your lap, his nipples perked through his shirt, causing you to chuckle under your breath.

“Y-y/n.” At the sound of your name, you looked up to see Toji staring at you. Slowly, he let go of his pen, leaned back on his chair, and to your utter surprise, lifted his shirt off his chest. He bit the hem of his shirt and shyly grabbed your hands to place them back on his chest.

Fuck. Fuck.

You felt yourself heating up from his actions, breathing in shakily, excitement coursing through your veins. You couldn’t help the moan that escaped from your mouth when you groped his chest, feeling them contradict your sense of hardness and softness. Seeing the silent need in his eyes, you clambered to his lap to sit. You felt his cock on your stomach, and as you leaned in to kiss his neck, Toji turned his head to give you more access, hips jerking unconsciously.

You kept kissing his neck, making sure to leave marks whenever you bit him while your hands tugged and tweaked his hard buds. Toji’s reaction was much more different than earlier. Now, he was panting; mewls and shameless moans escaped his lips. His hips kept thrusting against yours, seeking any kind of friction he could get, so you slid a hand down and stroked him softly.

Toji moaned when you finally touched him. Your hands worked on his cock, using his precum to coat the whole shaft while your mouth remained licking and biting his neck. Poor Toji, all he could do was moan your name while you worked on him.

“M-more,” he whispered.

“More what?”

“Touch me more, y/n, please.”

You grinned on his neck as you fasten your strokes, giving him the second release he wanted. When you felt him throb under your hands, you hastily bit his neck harder, eliciting a sharp cry from him. Just like that, he spilled all over your hands. He moaned through the process, hands clasping your waist while you whispered him praises of “Good boy” and “That’s it, baby.”

Not giving him time to rest, your fingers found their way again to his chest, causing Toji to shudder. “W-wait, wait.”

“Hmm?”

“I-I can’t.”

You pouted for the second time that night but removed your hands from his chest to stroke his cheeks instead, making him look straight into your adoring eyes. The trusting eyes that stared back made you kiss him hard, so hard that it almost felt bruising. You’re always so unsure with him. You didn’t know if you should be soft or firm, but you chose the latter with your kiss. Softness would come after hardness. When you leaned back, you asked, “But you can cum for me again, right? For mommy, you can, right, baby?”

It was unfair because though Fushiguro Toji was hurting, he always, always, aim to please you, to make himself solely yours, to succumb to your pleasure. And it was unfair because you solidified what you were to him—mommy. Toji already knew he couldn’t say no to those reasons, so he nodded, whining a little bit.

“Give me words, Toji.”

“Yes! Y-yes, please, mommy.”

So when you flicked, thumbed, bit, and licked his nipples, Toji was reduced to a moaning mess. Your hands paid attention to his weeping cock while your mouth on his chest, trailing hickeys wherever it lands. All Toji could do was buck under your hands, toss his head side to side, and sob a breaking cry because everything was too much. His poor brain wasn’t hardwired for pleasure after pleasure. So all that was left to him was his whimpers and moans. What’s worse is your unnecessary comments simply because they embarrass him.

“Poor baby, can’t handle too much pleasure” or “Look at you, bucking your hips like a little slut.”

His stormy face became figuratively true when tears streamed down his cheeks while his mouth cried noises of pain and extreme pleasure. When he came, he did so beautifully to all your senses: his face was ruined by his tears, mouth overpowered with moans, and body trembling and squirming and just shaking.

Toji kept sobbing as you helped him through his third orgasm. You slowed your hand, feeling his cock throb pathetically. Toji felt his own tears heating up his cheeks, but they cooled down when you kissed his eyes tenderly. Hands caressing the back of his neck as you landed kisses on his face.

“So good for me, Toji.”

Toji wrapped his arms around your waist as he hid on the crook of your neck, wetting them with his tears. You cooed, stroking his hair and back like a baby. The space between your bodies was dirty, filled with sweat and cum, but all Toji could think of was the undying love on your every touch. So he willed himself to the peace you brought after the storm, inhaling your scent, memorizing the softness of your body, reminding himself of your marks on his neck and chest. Just like that, Fushiguro Toji slept like a baby; whatever he was writing was already forgotten, replaced by dreams only of you.

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bemylord · 3 years

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dark chocolate

♧ character: toji fushiguro x fem!reader.

♧ warnings: au [omegaverse], heat, mentioned abilities and cigarettes, rough sex, hair pulling, oral, spanking, creampie, marks/hickeys, daddy kink, size kink, curse words.

♧ synopsis: his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes which maddening you. every your heat occurs distraught: sex-rest-sex. the situation is deteriorating if toji has his heat too, and it seems both you're going to have blazing heat because his scent is getting stronger.

toji is a fucking teaser: he didn't tell you that he was summoned as an experienced sorcerer killer. he knew you don't like his way to earn money, but still, you're by his side, baking him buns and please him at the night. you aren't having the toxic or abusive relationship with toji, just the thought he's killing a sorcerer somewhere far beyond a house, makes you crunch fingers. you told him you'll leave him if he won't stop doing his job, but he apologies with his tongue, and every time you forgive him.

your heat overwhelmed you spontaneously - you were baking lemon cake, specially for your lover, when your felt how the fever spread all over your body, covered every inch, and down there you felt how you became wet. your lover is gone - where the hell is he when you're needy for his pulsing dick in your dripping cunt? you turned off the oven, making small steps leading to the bedroom for his shirt.

you hate him so much right now: your heat happens every three months and it's time to have an unforgettable weekend with him. thanks to his work, he's far away from you; however, your estrus won't stop because your alfa had gone.

his fingers, his dick, you're a pathetic girl who desperately wants to smell the pungent scent of his man, feeling his throbbing dick inside your cunt, let him literally rip your uterus with his cock. you would reply: 'go ahead, fuck me that in the morning i will feel pervasive pain between my legs'

you rolled down the wall, sniffing his black shirt, remembering toji's muscular upper body, mostly abs, shines through the fabric of his clothes. his sweatpants outlining flaccid dick, although you didn't call it flaccid, but hard as rock cock.

that cock is sticks out from the fabric, those abs and biceps of his - you're dripping without your heat. his scent is dark chocolate mixed with cigarettes, especially the last one scent isn't it enough for you to become a huge mess?

'open your mouth, daddy will spit in your mouth'

who are you to disobey the simple order? your hands are tied up with his tie behind a back, you're sitting on your knees, sopping and needy for his tongue or fingers in your pussy now, but toji is teasing you until you'll be begging him.

'yes, daddy'

you opened your mouth, stick out a tongue, feeling his long fingers on your cheeks and his saliva in your mouth. you could swear to god it tastes like dark chocolate.

smelling his clothes while you've been necessitous for his dick sucks, although you've got no alternative for now, except for masturbating yourself. you reached down to pull aside the panties when you smell that scent. those forceful smells of his are overwhelming the bedroom, forcing your peachy scent to discover.

'don't you dare touch yourself, you're little whore'

you flinched, automatically removing your hand from panties. he's all wet, could bet he has been sweating since he left the house. toji is exhaling loud, probably lost his breath in the battle or while he was rushing to you. his olfactory organ could sniff out your peachy scent of heat far away from the place you're: his heat certainly took him suddenly as yours.

't-toji?'

'you know my name, peachy'

his damn it shirt silhouetting his torso, in addition, the fewer force his body to swear emits his smell became more piquant. damn his fucking handsome body and scent - if you won't have his dick, you would cry.

'daddy, please' you said almost crying, spreading apart your legs. so malleable, vulnerable, and poor for your alfa - the way you're lost in his smell makes him groaned, stood on his knees. if he has been on his first rut, he could barely control himself at the sight of your face: in your eyes are reading lust and debauchery, you're still squeezing his shirt, hoping it may helps you cum. leaning your legs on his muscular shoulders, toji left soft kisses on your ankles, unable to hold back himself, he ripped your panties, ogling at the abundance of your natural lubricant, licking his lips.

'i'm sorry, princess, i should've left you alone with your heat..' he pulls your cunt closer to his face, burying his nose in your crotch. fushigoru's sight changed to the deep and insatiable, knowing you won't fight back, completely haggard of the thoughts and desire. '..i don't think i'll go easy on you' he stood up with you on his shoulders, throwing you on the bed.

'you know how much daddy adores when you squirt on his face, baby girl, so don't hold back'

his-fucking-long-tongue. the tip of the tongue is playing with the clit whilst fingers are running over your hips. he's trying his best to prepare you for the fat cock, not ripping your cunt as it was the last time. toji's amorous attitude towards your clit and pussy, making you squeeze the sheet with your little fists, arching the back, getting lost in the pleasure. your eyes are rolling from the delight he puts you in, not be able to regulate your vocal and orgasm, you gave him what he has been asking for with an oblong moan.

'not enough, princess, give me your juices'

new orgasm is building up again, thanks to his masterpiece tongue - he plays with a sensitive spot and licking your entrance, switching the pace from the sluggish to the aggressive, makes you twitch and squirm over the bed. being soft for toji is something new - he would rather fuck you 'till you're verbatim screaming the safe word and begging to have a rest.

'give that, slut!' sorcerer screamed, burying his mouth deeper in your crotch, eating you out. his scent, his low voice, his tongue and fingers, his probably throbbing cock that wants to feel your cunt it all makes do his order, not even trying to delay it: you abundantly squirt on his face, watching at him. he licked lips, taking off his clothes. your legs are shaking, but the excitation didn't quench, conversely, the desire to feel his thick cock is growing.

'look down at my cock, aren't you being needy for it?'

the head is red because of blood that is there since the battle or since he started to lick you? toji's smears the precum on the tip of the cock, getting a contraceptive out of nowhere, putting on protection, pulls his ankles on his shoulder, leading closer to your face. he kisses you deeply, using a tongue to play with yours, mingling your saliva together, biting your lower lip. you're burying hands into his black hair, ruffling and pulling back, whimpering into the kiss. he presses the head at your entrance, biting your neck. notwithstanding he has been preparing you, his cock is large for you.

'your so tight, slut' with an unexpected move, he put his dick inside your uterus, burying it in, staring at your precious face. evidently, you didn't expect he would pull it inside quickly; your eyes widened, exhaling a whimper. toji couldn't persist, but embed a tongue in your mouth. he placed both of his hands between your head, detached from you, to ogle from the top at your ahegao. clapping and squishy are filling the room - his balls slapping against your ass making such sounds.

'kitten, fuck-' his low voice with echo distributed over the room, tilting his head back, accelerating the pace. 'i'm gonna slap your ass five times and will cum on my dick, got it, slut?'

praising and degrading you, squeezing the sheet with those strong palms, attempting to delay the orgasm until you do a creampie. 'one' sonorous sound made you squirm, but his hands give you none possibility of slipping away from flogging. 'two' toji's sturdy palm smack the same butt cheek, looking into your eyes. you're avoiding catching his sight, because, fuck, one look at his wet and gorgeous face and you will cum immediately. 'three, baby girl' you lost in the pain and delight, eyes closed tight, waiting for the last slap to give a creampie.

'fuck, four' he growled in your ear, increasing the tempo. the concupiscent and desire are managing him - he licked your neck first, before bite through your soft skin on neck, mixing your scent together, giving you a label for other boys. it's screaming - she's mine, fuck off, bastards.

'god, i'm cumming, princess, cum with me, cum with me!' toji's bass voice in conjunction with his thick cock released a creampie, finishing inside the condom. as soon as his hot semen was in the contraceptive, he pulled his cock out of your wet pussy, throw it at the basket near the bed.

'come closer, princess'

toji laid down on the pillows, pull you on his chest, rubbing your back softly, kissing your hair. both of you are breathing heavily, trying to regain the breath. he put his land on your cheek, giving you a thankful kiss on your lips.

'wanna take a bath?'

'only if you take me to the bathroom'

toji smiles, catching his breath. the heat isn't gone: you have a couple of hours to get a snack and wash your bodies before proceeding to the second round.

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i don't know if you love oneshots with toji [i mean love him as a character], if yes - i'll do the part two with the punshiment + aftercare. let say, three hundred notes? cause, yeah, he's kinda bad, but his body.. i'm simp. :3

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ladytheoris · 2 years

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Toji X Reader

Warning: Smut, NSFW, minors do not interact.

Nights with Toji were usually filled with all sorts of noises. From light giggles to moaning his name to the neighborhood. Yes, he is a cuddle person, so is the type to make you hold onto the headboard for your dear life.

This happened to be a night that belonged to the latter. It was not at all planned like you usually did. He was home the whole day, you came back from work, saw him on the couch with his legs plopped onto the table beside, looking like a whole damn meal. Yes, you were the one who initiated this session, and he followed your lead like any lover would do.

Picking you up by your thighs onto his waist, he kissed you senselessly. Supporting your back onto a wall, he left wet kisses on your neck, that sure will leave a lot of purple marks etched on you. You removed your clothing layer by layer, leaving you just in your bra and panties. He stopped right then, with a smirk glazing on his lips. "Get in the bathroom." That was an order, and you knew better than what should not be done.

You did as he told, in the bath, with him behind you. He turned on the shower, drenching you in that ice-cold water. He was still in his oversized black tee and grey sweat pants, which showed you exactly what you wanted to see.

"Wait here", saying this he went out of the bathroom. You there, holding onto the wall for dear life as you knew, any seconds late, you'll take things into your hand, literally.

But there he was, holding a bowl of ice, by the door, by the time you removed the rest of your clothing. He held your head as he guided you to lay in the tub. His hands glide smoothly across your curves and give gentle massage at times.

"You are hot today." His hands went into the ice bowl. "Both in your head as well your body." That one block of ice in his long finger, slides smoothly across your forehead, onto your lips. The trail of water that it left was cooler than the icy shower you just had.

Even before you get a chance to lick off the wet trail around your lips, his finger wipes it clean and places it over your lips. You knew what that meant. Taking his fingers by your tongue, you could tell, that he sure was enjoying this as much as you were.

The ice block then trailed towards your collar bone, gracefully seating by the base of your neck. The water drops rushed down to your perk breasts. The next ice starts its journey from your chest. Around your breast, towards your navel. His fingers guide the block of coldness all over you. Sitting it on your navel, you could feel the water pooling around your waist. The next ice from navel to your core. That was the most intense journey.

His long fingers moved gracefully over your already wet core with the block of ice. The sudden coldness created a sense of pleasure that you never knew of. The ice melted and the water pooled in between your legs. His fingers slowly enter your wet hole, going in a 'come hither' motion at times, or scissors. He stretched your hole enough for him.

All this time the only sound was your rushed breaths, he spoke nothing. That was Toji, a man of few words. He believes that actions speak louder than words and you knew, these actions were more than enough to you than words. A husband who knows your exact pulse is everything that someone will wish to have, and here you were, enjoying the bliss given by his finger. You did not take these moments for granted, never. He was everything you could ask for, and everything you could get in all your lives together.

He sat you in the bath, holding you close to his chest, back pressed against his chest. One of his hands played with your breast, while the other showed you all the universe, playing with your very sensitive clit. You knew, your high was reaching you Your breath raging as he fastened his pace, leaving feather-like kisses on your neck.

"Not yet, baby," his fingers left you and turned you around. Your legs were weak from the intense pleasure that you were about to reach. It was your turn to help him. The fingers that left you were now on his lips, sucking them slowly, making you know that every bit of you is his. His lips found yours within seconds, giving you a taste of yourself.

Taking off his slightly damp boxers, you placed yourself on his member. The wetness he made was more than enough for you. His hands were on your ass, slowly guiding you up and down, chasing your high.

"Toji," the way his name left your lips, he was sure you were reaching your climax.

"Yes, doll." He increased his pace yet again making your knees go weaker.

"Together," he reminded you as he once again thrust into you, hitting your sweet spot. A few more, and he held you close to his chest, reaching your high together, as his cum slowly drips down you.

Few more kisses behind your ears, and he spoke, "what got in you today?"

"You." You kissed his lips. His chuckle reverberated all through your body, with him still inside you. You very well knew his stamina. One round is like a child's play for him.

Getting your weak body off him, he stood up from tbw bath, and turned on the shower. "Get bathed and eat some food," he said, cleaning himself before you. "We'll continue after that."

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leaving the rest to your imagination as I'm not that good at doing so.

Anyway, guys thank you for the 69 follows. I never thought my random headcanons and one-shots will get these much attention.

This was supposed to be posted a while ago, and this fam is growing for which I'm very thankful!

Lots of love, Theo.

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emissaire · 3 years

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taste of gerbera ∫ t. fushiguro x reader

warnings/includes: mdni, vaginal fingering, impact play, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification if you squint, use of various pet names, established relationship, mentions of violence

word count: 2.1k

synopsis: toji's gotten used to you always greeting him when he arrives home. he absolutely loves it when you literally catapult yourself to him once he's at the door, just having finished one of his dangerous missions. imagine how his heart momentarily stopped when he arrives to a quiet home and he doesn't find you in the living room where you would usually be waiting for him.

notes: i present to you, our favorite dilf. enjoy!

Toji is someone who basks in the attention his little one gives him. He loves it when you're all over him, looking at him with the brightest of smiles and your big, doe eyes shining in devotion as if he was the one who hung the stars in the sky. On the surface, his face is always marred with a frown or simply straight, devoid of all emotions but you know he has a soft spot for you and only for you.

The fact that you depend on him so much makes him so happy because how come that you, the sweetest and softest person he's ever met, give your trust and devote your life to a man such as him? Toji Fushiguro is one shady man and yet, you are in his life, smiling so prettily and always waiting for him in your little home.

He's a tough man, he knows that, you know that– heck, everybody that knows who Toji was knows that but still, you worry for him, you cry when he comes home with wounds on his body no matter how much he reassures you that he'll be fine and that it cannot be avoided in his line of work. He's never had someone fret over him like that and fuck if it doesn't turn him on and make him feel that odd but very much welcomed sensation in his stomach all at the same time.

The flustered look on your face and the soft squeal you make when he tells you he loves you are little reminders that you're a gentle soul and that he should protect you, give his everything if it means you're safe and living your best life.

"If anyone even dares to lay a finger on you, the world's going to end up in flames."

Is a promise he engrained to his heart and mind so just imagine how his heart momentarily stopped when he arrives to a quiet home and he doesn't find you in the living room where you would usually be to wait for him. No chirpy "Daddy, welcome home!", no one catapulting herself to him, no kisses pressed on his entire face, no you, no nothing.

"Baby girl? Daddy's home!" He calls out, voice loud and firm as he peers over the couch to see if you just happened to have fallen asleep while waiting for him only to be disappointed when he doesn't see you there. He could feel the erratic beats of his heart drumming against his chest but he wills himself to calm down and look deeper into the house.

When he doesn't find you anywhere downstairs, he starts trekking up the stairs in desperation. He's never felt this hopeless and scared before. Not even when he's on the verge of death, waiting for the door of doom to welcome him. "Doll, where the fuck are you?" Never in his life did he expect that he would worry about someone this much.

"Bedroom!" At that, his feet carry him to where your voice is coming from, and there you were, sprawled out on the bed, on your phone, in nothing but his shirt and your underwear. Normally, he would find himself smiling at the sight of you, but after the little scare you've given him just minutes ago? No. Oh boy, he's pissed to say the least.

The fear and nervousness that settled within him slowly turning into annoyance when you don't even look at him after he made his presence known to you, eyes still fixated on whatever is on the screen of your device.

"Missy." Slowly, you turn on your right to look at him innocently. The tone of his voice and the growl that followed the nickname he only calls you when you're in trouble makes you gulp and shift until you're sitting upright, phone facing downwards.

"Hi, Daddy." You greet him breathily, hoping that the smile you send his way calms him down and change his mind if ever he plans on punishing you. What did you even do?

"I was expecting for you to be waiting for me when I come home. I thought you would be excited to see me but I guess I was wrong, huh?" He is looking at you so fiercely, making you feel small and slightly intimidated.

Toji licks the corner of his mouth, tongue making contact with his scar, a habit of his when he's trying to hold himself back from something. Right at this moment, you know he's reeling himself back from blowing up on you. You watch him make his way towards you before settling on the edge of the bed beside you. "You know what to do." He grunts.

Without another word, you abandon your phone, scurry to take your panties off and tossing it somewhere in the bedroom then lays on your stomach over his lap. "I was waiting for Daddy..." You murmur sulkily, cheeks pressed up on his thigh and just waiting for him to start your punishment (which you think you don't deserve but you don't tell him that of course).

"Sure you were." The man scoffs, a large hand on your ass and kneading your right cheek. "Do you know how worried I was when I didn't find my little girl downstairs?" He asks followed by a smack on the same cheek he was kneading. The action makes you moan and even though he's just getting started, you can feel your slick slowly trickling down your folds in arousal.

"'M sorry, Daddy!" You weakly tell him but the man seems to ignore your apology when his hand lands another bruise-inducing slap on each cheeks of your ass this time, groaning at the sight of it bouncing at the impact. Looking at you like this, he can't help but be mean, wanting to see you cry and begging for him.

"You better start counting or do I have to do that for you too? Come on, little one. At least prove yourself worthy of being Daddy's slut." He hears your soft whimpers but he disregards it, knowing you're aware that whatever degrading things he tells you in the bedroom are empty and only meant to make you cry.

"Four!" The sound of his palm making contact on your reddening skin is loud but not as loud as your needy moan when he places a finger on your clitoris, rubbing it in slow circles which makes you move your hips down, hoping for Toji to insert at least one of his fingers inside your weeping pussy.

"Quit. Squirming. You. Brat." Four consecutive slaps are what he gives you, his words punctuated by each harsh lashes on your skin that it has you pathetically sobbing, mouth pressed on his thigh to bar the sounds of your cries with your saliva messily wetting the material of his pants.

"Sorry, Daddy! Don't want this anymore, want your cock, Daddy, please!" You wail, begging for him to just stuff you full and use you to his heart's content as you arch up, your plush and bruised bottom lifting off his thigh. At this point, your entire butt is decorated with the prints of his hand, pretty and all red.

"You think you can make requests like that, my dumb baby girl? And I don't hear you counting." Going a little gentle on you, he pats your ass twice with just enough pressure to see it bounce before his thumb moves back to your clit, massaging your nub and spreading your juices all over your messy cunt.

"Ten..." You sigh, eyes closing in satisfaction when he adds more pressure on your sensitive button while his other hand runs over the reddening skin of your ass in a caress.

"Good girl." With a swift hand, he fits his middle and index fingers inside your hole, the entire length of them rubbing against your walls just right.

"Oh Daddy... that feels s'good!" You whimper needily, walls clamping down on his digits and slick coating them as they move in and out of you in a pace so addicting that it has your eyes rolling back and mouth parting to release a whiny moan.

Toji leans down so that your back is pressed on his chest, his mouth just teasingly brushing on your ear before he whispers, "What do you say?" in a grunt.

"Tha-thank you, Daddy." You manage a shaky smile, eyes threatening to close with how good your boyfriend's fingers are languidly going in and out of you, his long digits able to reach that sweet, sweet spot you know is his favorite to stimulate just to hear you beg for him to keep going and stop simultaneously. He loves seeing you go crazy because of him.

Toji pulls your head back by your hair with his free hand, the stretch on your neck making you whine but it doesn't stop him from gripping on it tighter. He wants to see you break and cry, it makes him feel proud of you and it satisfies him. Maybe it's the sadistic part in him but knowing that you can take everything he gives you turns him on so much. The tent digging on his pants and incessantly poking your stomach is enough proof of what you do to him.

"Daddy, more." You pant, tightening around his fingers to entice him into giving you what you want. Without a warning, he adds his ring finger alongside his two digits, his movements frantic and relentless now that you've asked for more. The slick sounds coming from in between your legs is so lewd and your moans only adding on to the heat of the moment, Toji can't help himself but be harsher.

This is one of the many things he loves about you. Even if you're in the middle of a scene, you know how his mind works, you tune your body to how he likes it because you know that he'll take care of you. All the rough handling he gives you, you embrace with your legs open and pussy dripping with want.

"Look how messy you are, kitten. Your little cunny keeps on tightening on Daddy's fingers too." He chuckles, listening to you babble and talk incoherently, too lust and pleasure-drunk to be able to come up with words that make sense. Curling his fingers upwards, he finally aims for the spot that he keeps on intentionally missing to torture you just a bit more, knowing that you can't do anything but receive whatever he gives you.

"Gonna cum, 'm gon' cum, Daddy!" You're fisting on his shirt, knuckles almost turning white with how much you're gripping on it. This time, Toji lets you move your hips back and forth to meet the brutal thrusts of his hand into your wanting pussy, letting you reach that blissful high you deserve.

"Yeah? You gonna cum on Daddy's fingers? Go on then, baby girl." He encourages, his deep voice really doing something to you in ways you can't explain but the pulsing of your walls around his fingers sure is enough to interpret it.

"Fuuuuuck- oh, Daddy!" You burrow your face deeper on your man's thigh, releasing the coil forming in your stomach and feeling that delicious kick of your orgasm settling in on you. You're literally gushing on your boyfriend's still moving fingers, helping you relish your climax to the last bit until your moans die down into soft pants.

Behind you, Toji smiles before he pulls you up so you end up straddling him. The sting on your butt makes you wince a little when your skin makes contact with the rough material of his drenched pants (courtesy of your saliva and cum). "Hey, kitten." He brushes some of your hair out of your face, the smile still on his face as he looks at you.

"Daddy." You only lay your head on his shoulder, too tired to say anything. For a minute, he lets you cuddle up to him to the point of you almost falling asleep but then you get startled when he slaps your ass again in a chastising manner. "Only bad girls swear during sex. Are you a bad girl?"

You lift your head to flash him a sheepish grin, shaking your head a little. "No, sorry, Daddy. Won't do it again."

He hums and presses a gentle kiss on your lips before maneuvering the both of you so you end up laying on your back with him hovering on top of you. "Now, you're going to be a good girl and lay there while Daddy fucks you until you can't say anything but his name. What do you say?"

"I'd love that, Daddy."

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