I’LL MAKE IT LEMONADE!

mimi ✶ they/she ✶ 20’s ✶ toji fushiguro enthusiast <3

you always knew toji was a perv. from the first time he “accidentally” brushed his hand over your ass while helping you into his car, to the way his eyes always drifted down your body no matter what you wore. big hoodie? he’d still grope you through it. tiny shorts? his fingers would be between your thighs before you even finished breakfast. he wasn’t slick about it either— didn’t even try to hide the way he stared, the way he grunted whenever you bent over, the way he walked past just to slap your ass or mutter some filthy comment about how he couldn’t wait to fuck you stupid later.

and tonight wouldn’t be any different.

you were curled up on the couch in nothing but one of his old shirts, scrolling mindlessly on your phone while toji watched some boring show he probably didn’t even care about. but you could feel his eyes on you. not the tv. not even for a second.

“what are you lookin’ at?” you mumbled without glancing up.

he didn’t answer right away. instead, you felt the cushions dip beside you, coincided with a heavy palm resting on your thigh.

“just thinkin’,” he murmured, voice low. “how fuckin’ good you look sittin’ here like that.”

you barely had time to roll your eyes before he was pulling your legs over his lap, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the shirt that barely covered your panties. his voice dropped lower, rougher, and you could already hear that teasing smirk forming. “you’re not wearin’ a bra under this?”

“obviously not.”

“mm,” he grinned. “that for me?”

you scoffed, about to make another sarcastic remark, but then his hand was sliding up your inner thigh, fingers brushing the fabric of your panties, right where you were already starting to get warm.

“t-toji—” your breath hitched when he pressed down.

“shh. jus’ wanna feel you,” he muttered, nudging the fabric to the side. “been hard all fuckin’ day thinkin’ about this cunt.”

you whimpered softly, hips twitching when he dragged a thick finger through your folds. he groaned, deep and gravelly, like he’d already imagined how you’d sound when you came on his cock. “fuck, baby... you’re wet already? haven’t even touched you properly.”

you bit your lip, trying to keep still while his finger rubbed slow, lazy circles over your clit, just enough to tease. but you knew how he was. he liked dragging it out, liked watching you squirm.

“c’mon,” he murmured, voice practically a growl now, “lemme taste it.”

before you could even respond, he was shifting you onto your back, pushing your thighs open with greedy hands, his face already lowering between your legs. the sound he made when he got a mouthful of you was downright sinful— a low, possessive groan, so guttural and raw it sent heat coursing through your veins as the familiar knot tightened in your stomach.

“sweet fuckin’ pussy,” he mumbled into your cunt, licking a slow stripe up your slit before sucking your clit into his mouth, making you moan out loud. “shit, baby… how you always taste this good?”

your hands flew to his hair, gripping tight as he ate you like he meant it, like he lived for it. his tongue was fast and messy, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you still as he slurped and sucked shamelessly. the lewd squelches of arousal only pushed you closer to the edge until you were trembling and crying out his name.

“fuck, toji, please—!”

“that’s it,” he panted against your pussy. “be loud for me, baby. be loud ‘n let everyone know who this messy lil’ cunt belongs to.”

he didn’t stop until your legs were shaking and your thighs were clamped around his head, and even then, he kept going— tongue fucking you through your orgasm with a satisfied, smug groan like he couldn’t get enough. when he finally pulled back, face shiny and flushed, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned like a devil.

“round two?” he said, already pulling his sweats down. “need this pussy wrapped around my cock now.”

you didn’t say no.

you never could with him.

toji always knew he was big.

not in a cocky, locker-room-brag kinda way— it was just a fact of life. a curse, almost. something that made hookups easy, one-night stands messier, and relationships short-lived. the kind of size that made girls talk, but rarely come back for round two. the kind that made casual sex complicated and intimacy nearly impossible.

and he never really cared about any of that. not until you.

not until his sweet little girlfriend— his— looked up at him one night, mouth all swollen from kissing, panties soaked, thighs spread, and asked him in the softest voice; “why won’t you fuck me?”

toji damn near choked.

because he wanted to. so so so badly. he wanted nothing more than to wreck you. make you sob. feel you clench around him and hear all the pretty sounds you’d make when he pushed in deep. he thought about it constantly, jerked off to it more than he’d admit, could barely look at you some days without getting hard, but everytime things got hot, whenever he had you moaning under his tongue or dripping down his fingers, he always stopped. always pulled back, fucked you with everything except his cock.

and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to.

it was because he’d rather die than hurt you.

you were too pretty. too soft. too delicate, curled up against him in those little sleep shorts, giggling when he kissed your neck and clinging to his arm like you trusted him not to break you. and he did. he tried. but he was terrified.

upload the landscaper toji fic on ao3 and my life is yours 😩😩

(no pressure ofc, take ur time, ily)

oh yes, i can deffo reupload that one for u bby !! i’ll do it tn and link it here later hehe ><

best believe i subscribed to u on ao3

yess, it was me ! i can def try and repost it on ao3 later and i’ll drop the link for u once it’s up ^_^