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The door creaked open to reveal him—shirtless, of course. Toji leaned casually on the frame, hair tousled like he just woke from a nap or something far more sinful. His eyes traveled over your gym clothes, lingering a second too long on your neckline, then dipping lower.

“Well damn,” he muttered, licking his lips subtly. “You tryin’ to kill me comin’ back lookin’ like that?”

You rolled your eyes, but your face heated. “Forgot my keys.”

He stepped aside with a smirk. “Lucky me.”

You followed him inside, the door clicking shut behind you. His place—your place, technically always felt smaller when he was like this: smug, sweaty, barefoot, and radiating that effortless sexual tension.

You tried to pass him in the narrow hallway, but he didn’t move. “What’s the rush?”

“To shower,” you mumbled quietly .

His arm shot out, palm pressed flat against the wall beside your head. You were caged—cornered. His grin widened.

“You sure you don’t want help with that?”

“Toji— come on..."

He leaned in, nose brushing yours. “Just say the word, baby.”

Your breath caught, pulse thudding in your ears. Maybe it was the post-gym haze, maybe it was the way his voice dropped when he called you that, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to.

He chuckled low. “That’s what I thought.”

The next thing you knew, his hand slid behind your neck, tugging you closer, lips ghosting over yours. “Been thinkin’ about this for so long sweetheart.”

You felt yourself melting into him, body buzzing, the tension snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight.

Your gym bag hit the floor with a thud.

The lights dimmed behind you as he guided you toward the couch, his mouth never leaving your skin.

His body pins yours down. You’re bare, squirming beneath him. Skin slick with sweat and arousal. Thighs already trembling. He yanks your legs apart, spreading you open beneath him

You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you?” he whispered, voice thick. “Been thinking about me stuffing this little cunt since the day I moved in.”

When he finally bent you over the side of the couch, yanking your tight gym shorts down, you gasped from the stretch. He was Thick. And really veiny. His cock dragged against your slick folds. Before quickly forcing himself inside without giving you time to adjust. No tenderness. No buildup. Just Toji slamming into you brutally with every ounce of strength he has, like you’re nothing but a sex doll made to take it all. And you do.

You take it all. Every last inch.

You scream his name over and over, as the thrusts turn relentlessly . As he fucks you as if he owns your body, your every weakness, and each of your trembling moans. You come , legs giving out, walls spasming around him until he groans, gripping your hips and slamming in deep one final time filling you up completely.

You had seen him a couple times before moving in a heavy box with just one arm, black shirt tight over his large muscles, hair a mess, scar on his lip. That scar always made your eyes linger. He looked too dangerous to live in a regular building like yours. And way too damn good.

You knew his name — Toji Fushiguro — only because the landlord slipped when he was fixing your faucet and mentioned him. “The man in 3238? Oh, Mr. Fushiguro? Quiet. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t cause trouble.”

The first time you actually spoke, you were outside your apartment door, struggling with a handful of groceries. A bag ripped open, fruit rolling everywhere, and suddenly he was there, crouched down with you, that lazy, crooked smirk tugging at his mouth.

“Need a hand, doll?” he said, voice all low.

You blinked a few times just to be sure you're not dreaming, nodding. He grabbed the bag with one hand, your keys in the other, like he’d done this for plenty of times before. “You live alone?” he asked, tone casual but eyes sharp.

“Yeah. Just me.”

“Shame,” he said. “You drop your shit a lot.”

You knew he was flirting. He didn’t bother hiding it. From that day on, he was everywhere or maybe you just noticed him more than you already did. Smoking on his balcony shirtless. Coming home late from whatever the hell he did, his voice rough with sleep or liquor when he passed you in the hallway.

You didn’t even realize you were being obvious about your little crush until one night — late, too late — there was a knock on your door.

You pulled it open. Toji stood there in sweatpants and no shirt, towel around his neck, chest still damp from a shower.

“Water’s out,” he said, unbothered. “Mind if I use yours?”

You paused in confusion. What? Your water??

He stepped in before you finished. “You’ve been eyeing me for weeks,” he said bluntly, voice almost bored. “I figured I’d give you a reason to keep looking.”

Your mouth went dry. “You're so full of yourself.”

He tilted his head, eyes dragging down your body. “Maybe. You gonna tell me to leave?”

You obviously didn’t. You couldn’t.

Toji locked the door behind him. He didn’t touch you at first just walked around like he owned the place. But when he stood behind you in the tiny hallway, one hand settling heavy on your hip, you gasped.

“Been thinkin’ about what you sound like ya know,” he muttered against your neck. “Bet you moan real pretty.”

You were already breathless when his fingers brushed the hem of your pajamas shorts, slipping under, tracing heat across your skin. He groaned low when he felt how wet you were already. “Fuck,” he muttered. “All this for me sweetheart ?”

You nodded, heat crawling up your neck. He chuckled — cocky, slow, mean — as he pressed you against the wall.

His mouth was rough, hungry, claiming. Teeth dragged across your neck. You moaned into his mouth and he swallowed it even returning the favor, hand already sliding between your thighs.

Toji didn’t rush. He played. Two thick fingers rubbed circles on your clit until your knees trembled. His other hand wrapped around your throat lightly, just to hold you still.

“You like it when I touch you like this, don’t you?” he whispered, voice thick. “Been thinking about me stuffing this little cunt since the day I moved in.”

When he finally bent you over the counter, yanking your shorts down, you gasped from the stretch. He was big. Thick. And really veiny. His cock dragged against your folds, teasing, and he gave a little groan.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered. “Gonna fucking ruin you.”

And he did. Slow at first, pushing in inch by inch until you whimpered, then faster, rougher, one hand gripping your hips tight enough to bruise. The other wrapped around your neck making you lose breath.

The sounds were obscene. Skin slapping, your cries muffled by your hand, his voice low in your ear — “That’s it. Take it. You can take more, right? I know you can baby."

Every thrust managed to hit deeper than before. He made sure of it, angling his hips until you were shaking, moaning his name like a prayer. “Toji, fuck. Toji, please—”

“Maybe I should make this a regular thing.” He growled, slapping your ass.

You came hard, clenching around him, nails scraping the counter. He didn’t stop. He fucked you through it, chasing his own release, pulling out last second and painting your back and ass with hot, sticky cum.

You both stood there, panting, sweat slicked skin sticking to the counter.

Toji leaned down, sucking on your neck to certainly bruise. " I knew it,” he said smugly. “You moan real pretty.”

AUTHORS NOTE

Debt collector!Toji

You know who he is the second you open the door. He doesn’t need to introduce himself.

6'2, broad-shouldered, arms folded under a black tee that clings to muscle. Scar on his lip. Dark green eyes that rake down your body like he already owns it.

“Toji Fushiguro,” he says simply.

Then he steps inside.

No need for your invitation. No smile.

Your chest tightens. “ Listen Mr. Fushiguro, I just need a few more days”

“Not here to talk about that princess.”

He walks into your apartment like he’s been here before. Like it’s his property.

“You took money from the wrong people, sweetheart.”

His voice is low. Lethal.

“Men like that don’t wait. They take.”

You fold your arms, trying to stay strong.

“I’m really trying please"

“Trying’s not good enough.” He pauses. Looks you up and down.

“You got nothing worth $20K.”

He steps closer. So close your back hits the wall with a loud thud.

Except…

His eyes drop to your lips.

Then lower. Past your shirt. Past your thighs.

“…Almost nothing.”

Your breath catches. “What are you saying?”

Toji leans in — close enough that you feel the heat off his chest.

“I’m saying I’ll pay the debt. Right now.”

A pause.

“But I have to collect it. My way.”

He kisses you before you can answer. If you can call it that.

More like a rough claim.

His hand grabs your throat, thumb forcing your jaw open. His tongue slides into your mouth, deep and filthy, before pulling back with a low grunt.

“You let me fuck you how I want,” he growls, “and I’ll make that debt disappear.”

You hate how you desperately say yes.

He chuckles lowly and dark.

“Knew you were a smart girl.”

Then he rips your shirt to various shreds.

Tosses you onto the couch like a useless doll.

Spreads your legs. No prep. No foreplay.

Just his fingers, big and rough, sliding into your already dripping cunt like he expected it.

“Look at that,” he murmurs. “Pussy’s wet for the man sent to break your legs."

You gasp.

He slaps your thigh. Hard.

“Say it.”

“ It's y—yours—fuck—take it—”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

He’s out of his pants in seconds. No condom. No warning. No inch of patience.

He lines up with your entrance and slams into you, all in one brutal thrust.

You scream.

Toji groans into your neck, hips snapping like some type of sick threat.

“Too big for you, huh?” he grunts. “That tight wet little hole wasn’t made for guys your age.”

He chokes you lightly as he thrusts, holding your legs open by the backs of your knees.

“Feel that?” he pants. “That’s me settling your tab. Every inch of this cock is money in the bank understand?"

You nod desperately.

You’re already a mess. You come once. Maybe twice. Maybe even three time. You lose count.

Toji doesn’t stop.

He spits in your mouth, slaps your cheek, and tells you to thank him.

You do. Not like you have much of a choice.

“Such a fuckin’ good girl when you’re spread like this,” he growls. “Might keep you around. How about you rack up another debt just so I can come collect.”

He leans over you, deeper now, grinding into your cervix.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ breed you,” he snarls. “Gonna fill you up so no one else’ll want you.”

You moan, brain already gone.

“Beg for it,” he growls.

“Please, Toji—fill me up—want it—want you to— I need it"

That’s all it takes.

He slams in once. Twice. And spills inside you with a loud groan, cock twitching, thick ropes flooding your cunt.

You’re shaking. Used. Barely conscious.

He pulls out slowly, watching his cum leak from between your thighs.

Then he crouches. Fingers your hole once more — just to push it back in.

“Debt’s paid,” he mutters.

He tucks himself back into his jeans and heads for the door.

Then pauses.

Looks back.

“Call me when you need another loan.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you step into his apartment.

Rent's due. Your bank account might as well be a sick joke.

Toji leans against the counter, shirtless, sweat-slicked from the gym—his dark hair pushed back, veins crawling up his thick arms. A lit cigarette dangles from his mouth, lips curling upward when he sees you hesitate to enter in the doorway.

“Are you really just gonna just stand there,” he drawls, “or are you finally ready to stop playing house and pay me what you owe?”

You gulp hard. “Listen Im really sorry but I just don’t have it this month.”

He exhales smoke slowly with a sick grin, letting the tense silence fill the room.

“You think I didn’t expect that?” His voice is low, dangerous. “Cute little thing like you living above me, acting like I can’t hear the way your bed creaks at night.”

Your breath hitches.

“You’ve got two choices princess,” he continues, pushing off the counter and walking toward you, each step feeling like a threat to your existence. “You can get out. Or…” He grabs your jaw, his rough padded thumb dragging across your puckered bottom lip. “You pay me in another way.”

Heat begins to flood your stomach.

You hate him his arrogance, his confidence, his stupid fucking smirk. But even now, your thighs press together.

“Say it,” he murmurs. “Beg for your rent.”

You blink up at him with damp teary eyes. “Please… I’ll do anything. Just don’t kick me out. I'm working on getting a job.. so just please."

Toji grins, slow and twisted.

“That’s more like it.”

He shoves you onto the couch with one hand. You're beneath him before you can even blink, legs spread as he tears your pajama shorts down. His hand grabs your face again, harder this time, forcing you to look at him as he kneels between your thighs.

“Didn’t think you’d end up like this, huh?” he mutters before pressing you into a rough kiss. “Whoring yourself out to your landlord. Letting me wreck you like it’s some form of payment.”

You whimper—but you don’t stop him.

“Look at this,” he sneers, dragging a finger between your folds. “Already wet? Fuckin’ slut. You want this.”

“I don’t—”

“You do.” He pushes two thick fingers into you suddenly, and your back arches with a sharp cry. “You like being treated like trash. You came down here knowing just what I’d do to you.”

He pumps his fingers hard and fast, thumb rubbing harsh circles over your clit.

“You’re just a dirty little brat who needs someone to ruin her.”

“Toji—fuck—!”

“Louder. Let the neighbors hear what kind lousy of tenant you are.”

You moan his name like it's your way of worship, gasping, legs trembling as he pulls away.

You whine at the loss.

He undoes his pants slowly, deliberately, letting you see the size of him thick and heavy.

“Crawl,” he says, voice deep and cruel. “Mouth first. You don’t get to pay me with your cunt until you’ve earned it.”

You drop to your knees without thinking. His cock slaps against your tongue as you suck him in, choking on the stretch. He groans low in his chest and grips your hair tight.

“That’s it,” he growls lowly. "Knew that mouth was good for something."You're better than the rent. Maybe I’ll charge double next month just so I can ruin you all over again.”

When he’s had enough of your mouth, he yanks you up, bends you over the couch armrest, and shoves into you from behind with no warning. You scream, half pain, half pleasure, as he slams into you relentlessly.

“So fucking tight,” he snarls, smacking your ass hard. “You’re gonna let me fill this pussy, huh? Stuff you full like my personal fuck toy.”

You can barely speak you can only moan, cry, drool onto the couch as he breaks you apart from the inside out.

“Who owns you?” he demands, voice dark and low against your ear.

“You—fuck—Toji, it’s you—!”

“Say it louder.”

“You own me!”

And you mean it.

You come again, legs giving out, walls spasming around him until he groans, gripping your hips and slamming in deep one final time filling you up completely.

You stare at the distant ceiling as the mat slams behind your back. You gasp for air having all the wind knocked out of you. Sweat continues to trickle down your face as your chest rises with each fast and shallow breath. Toji begins to walk closer to you and stands right above your tired body. His expression is unreadable- just a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, like this is amusement to him.

"Go Again," he says. You grit your teeth. "I can't—". "You can." His voice is low. Stern. Like a command, not encouragement. “Or are you just going to sit here and continue to waste my time?” Your hands ball into fists against the hard mat. You hate the way he talks to you—like he owns you , like you’re some kind of abandoned toy. But the worst part? You sort of like it.

You sit up, and begin to glare up at him with a deathly gaze. “You think I can’t handle you?”

He crouches, slow and predatory, until his face is level with yours. His scarred and rough hands reach out as he grabs your chin between two fingers and forces your gaze to stay on his.

"You can’t," he says flatly. "But you want to try anyway. That’s the only reason I haven’t walked out even though you are patheti."

Your stomach twists.

You hate how his voice alone sends trickling heat between your thighs. Every training session is like this punishment and degradation. You mess up once he throws you harder. You land a hit and he smiles like he might ruin you for it.

"You don’t hold back huh?,” you whisper into his ear, letting the heat rise in your voice now. “Do you ever stop thinking about how you can break people?”

Toji’s eyes narrow just slightly.

Then abruptly without warning—he grabs your wrists and pins you flat beneath him again. Your back hits the mat with a heavy thud. His weight cages you in.

“I break what’s weak,” he growls into your ear. “But you…"

His thigh shifts between your legs. His hips press flush against yours. Your cheeks begin to blush."You beg to be tested. Every single time.” You gasp—hips bucking instinctively, but his quick hand pushes your pelvis back down.

"Toji what are you doing..". "Thought you came here to fight." His voice is rough, sharp. “So fight."

You lunge up maybe to shove him off your now warm body maybe to kiss him at this point you’re not even sure. But he’s faster. He crashes his mouth to yours, and the kiss is nothing gentle. His scarred lip pressing against yours.It’s hot and bruising, a desperate battle for dominance as you quickly lose the second his tongue slides past your lips. When he pulls away, he growls against your throat, "Say it."

Your voice breaks. “Say what?”

"That you like being ruined by me."

You hesitate and that costs you. His fingers viciously slip beneath the hem of your tiny shorts, and you feel his grin against your skin.

“You don’t have to say it.” His breath is hot against your neck. “I can feel it.”

You don’t remember moving. One second his hand is in your waistband, the next your shorts are ripped clean off.

Toji’s eyes are blown wide with something darker than lust—control. Hunger. Satisfaction.

He doesn’t ask. He never asks.

“You keep showing up for this,” he grunts, ripping your top over your head and tossing it aside. “So stop pretending you don’t want to be used whore.”

His body pins yours down. You’re bare, squirming beneath him. Skin slick with sweat and arousal. Thighs already trembling. He yanks your legs apart, spreading you open beneath him.

“Every hit you take,” he growls, nipping your nipple with his teeth, “is just a sad excuse for you to end up like this. "Fucking completely ruined under me.”

You try to spit out something back—an insult, a defense—but your words vanish the second his fingers slam into you.

Two, without warning. Brutal. Deep. Curling like he’s forcing you to break. Your body arches off the mat with a cry that’s equal parts pain and need.

His free hand grips your throat. Just enough to keep you still and panic.

“You feel that?” he hisses, thumb circling your clit just rough enough to sting. “Your slutty body knows me. Better than it knows you.”

You don’t want to give in—but your hips buck, desperately, your legs wrapping around his waist even as you curse him.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you’re mine to ruin.”

You try to fight it. You do. But your mouth betrays you "I’m yours Toji.”

He chuckles—a dark, humorless sound.

“Yeah. You are.”

His belt clinks. His pants drop. You don’t even get a second to breathe before he’s inside you—fast, deep, brutal. No tenderness. No buildup. Just Toji slamming into you brutally with every ounce of strength he has, like you’re nothing but a useless body made to take it all.

And you do. You take it all.

You cry out, your sharp nails clawing at his back, leaving long red lines down his spine. He grabs your wrists and slams them down above your head, holding both with one hand while he fucks you into the mat.

“Louder,” he grunts. “You want to be trained, you better learn how to scream.”

You do. You scream his name—over and over, as the thrusts turn relentlessly . As he fucks you like he owns your body, your every weakness, and each of your trembling moans.

You come hard—legs shaking, tears brimming and then spilling at the corners of your eyes. But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps going.

"I don't care about your little tears. I didn't say we were done," he hissed against your neck. "You wanted to train. You begged for this. So I’ll teach you what it means to break."

Another orgasm rips through you. Too fast. Your voice cracks, your body attempts to move beneath him, overstimulated and helpless from his rough wrath.

And still, he doesn’t stop.

You lose count of how many times he makes you burst. Your body burns. Your throat is raw from yelling his name. And Toji?

Toji looks down at you like he’s still hungry.

You are an extremely quiet and intelligent girl. The first student to raise their hand to answer a question and turn in their homework right on time. All your life you have been praised by teachers and showered with praise by your parents. But you simply wanted more, you wanted praise from the head dean of your college. He was a gorgeous blonde man who didn't speak much. Whenever you had a new accomplishment and all your teachers came to congratulate you he would simply stare and walk off. It truly enraged you off because you were the top student in Jujutsu University so how dare he be so cold toward you

As time passes and the end of the first quarter nears you are waiting to be announced as a part of the deans list. To others it was no shock that you would obviously make it until you didn't hear your name called as the few selected students that made his list. You were absolutely fuming and got up from your seat to go straight to his office. You rush to his office silently cursing him for his actions. You burst into his large modern office. He watches you rush to his desk and places down his book. "Can I help you Miss Y/N?" "How dare you? You begin your outburst "Do you know how hard I work to uphold my grades Mr. Kento" "Everyday I stay after school helping your bratty students and this is what you do to me." You continue to rant while he patiently stares at you with his gorgeous hazel eyes which makes you slightly feel bad to yelling at him.

He then begins to stand up and move closer to you while you still continue your rampage causing you to breathing to fluctuate and start to mix up your words. "All done?" The tall man asks. You start to really take it all in How close you are to each other and how his usually neat blue button up is roughed up and his dotted tie is nowhere to be found. " You want to really know why you didn't make my list sweetheart" He gently whispers in your ear. " Y-yes" you mumble, He then lifts your chin to look up into his eyes. "Because I see how much of a dirty slut you are, You must think I'm stupid if you genuinely believed I didn't see the way you stare at me and practically do anything for my praise." You begin to choke on your words and start to try to leave his office that is starting to feel very cramped. " Not so fast, You wanted my attention so badly now you have it." He begins to lead you to his large office couch and places you down. " W-wait Mr. Kento what are you doin-" He abruptly leans in and passionately kisses you. He slides his tounge into your mouth and begins to let his rants roam down your body. You begin to moan into his rough kiss until he quickly grabs your throat silencing you. " Princess keep it down we wouldn't want your beloved teachers to hear right." He smirks and begins to unbutton your uniform top. You return the favor by unbuttoning his shirt. He then removes your skirt at the same time. Once you remove his shirt he begins to touch you through your light blue lacy panties. He then slides them off your soft legs and begins to gently tongue fuck you while simultaneously playing with your soft breast. He starts by adding one finger to your already wet pussy. "I knew you were a good girl love, taking your principles fingers" he says while adding another thick digit. You begin to cry out about how it's too much he quickly shuts you up by removing his fingers. You whine at the loss of contact. "Such a slutty girl..dripping all over my couch." He then takes your hands and leads them to his growing bulge. You start to unzip his now tight beige pants and proceed to pull down his boxers. His large and thick cock springs out and is leaking with precum at the top. "Sweetheart, you do know staring isn't polite" You quickly pull his large penis into your mouth and try to fully intake him causing you to tear up and gag. "Relax I've got you" he then grabs your hand to stroke the base of his perfectly trimmed cock and you begin to suck and twirl your tongue on his pretty pink tip. He starts to feel his release coming so he quickly pulls your mouth off of him.

tags. . objectification, toji is a pervert, stepcest

It was your sophomore year of high school when your father died. After your father passed he left all his estates and possessions to your greedy mother. After a rough day of school your mother decided to bring her new man whore of the month. To your surprise you see a 6'2 bulky but incredibly fit man. Your jerk of a mother starts ranting about how they meet and how lovely of a man he is. She continues to ramble on about their wedding date. While she talks you actually take a good look at the man she calls Toji and realize he looks to be almost 20 years her junior and actually quite attractive. You worked a few jobs here and there to find any excuse to stay away from your batshit crazy mother and her husband who just spends your dead father's money.

You were sitting in your dark room practically naked during a brief holiday, when someone decides to burst in your room. As you try to make out who is climbing into your bed you see your stepfather? He starts to feel up on your curves even with your pushing and kicks to get him away from you. Your eyes squeeze shut, your entire body trembling. "Shhh, it's okay," Toji purred, leaning down to completely rip off your bra and capture one of your nipples between his teeth. "Don't act like you don't want this slut", His lips crush against yours. It doesn’t feel like a kiss full of love it feels like someone taking complete control and dominating you. The kiss is hungry in a way that doesn't feel like affection but strictly possession. You yell at him telling him to get the fuck away and your going to tell your mom. He lunges forward again and grabs you by your throat enough to make your mind go blank, and you begin to panic— but his grip tightens, holding you still, forcing you into it. A noise tears from your throat — somewhere between a sob and a choke — and you try to move, try to at least hit him once more. Shhh,” he murmurs against your lips, like he’s soothing you. He holds his hand over your mouth with one arm and with the other he pulls down your panties. "N-no, stop.." You whimper, trying to push him away as he swiftly undresses and forces himself inside you.