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Instead, he's lying on your bed with you, the sheets still tangled around your legs, his calloused fingers tracing lazy patterns on your hip- gentler now than the bruising grip they'd held just moments ago.

Toji Zen'in, who's never planned a damn thing in his life, living by pure instinct and impulse. Whose love language is leaving bruised fingerprints on your skin and possessive bite marks. The same man who makes decisions in the spaces between heartbeats.

When he pulls you back against his chest you feel his chin rest atop your head. His breathing deep and even.

“Marry me.”

Toji Zen'in, whose “marry me” isn’t a question at all- just say two quiet, unguarded words slipping from his lips, like a confession he’s carried for far too long. The words falling so softly you almost miss them.

You turn in his embrace so that you can face him, the sheet sliding off your shoulder, and what you see makes your breath catch. He isn't smiling when your eyes meet- his expression stripped bare of its usual sharp edges and smirk.

Toji Zen'in, whose eyes tell stories of a man who's never had anything permanent, never wanted anything to last.

Until you.

Who traces your cheek with calloused fingers like you're something precious, something that could slip away if he doesn't hold on tight enough.

Toji Zen'in doesn't smile nor whoops in triumph or pull you into a passionate kiss. He simply pulls you closer to him after you whisper "yes," tucking you under his chin where you've always fit perfectly.

Whose heartbeat is steady against your cheek- the rhythm of home, of belonging, of a man who has finally found his harbor after a lifetime at sea. No grand gestures needed, no flowery declarations.

; synopsis . . . the jjk characters accidentally send nudes.. how embarrassing!!!!

; warnings . . . talks of nudity (duh), dense ahh characters

; featuring . . . satoru gojo. suguru geto. kento nanami. choso kamo. toji fushiguro. takuma ino. shoko ieiri.

big ass men digging their fingers into your plushness WOOF WOOF WOOF BARK BARK🤤🤤🤤🤤

And the men are ALWAYS adore you. like deadass. they're obsessed with you and thats the BEST PART MEOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean the people that post their parents online because theyre super cute to their audience you know?? like literally nothing has changed between you and toji since you were young adults, and its so cute like stawwwppp😭😭 im talking grumpy dad x bubbly mom 🥹🥹

toji visibly gets annoyed at his children for being a pain in his ass about you two, but youre utterly and completely energetic about it🥹🥹

somewhere theres a picture your kids took of you where tojis slumped back, scowl on his face, totally not in the mood, while you cling to his arm with this huge ass grin on your face!!

𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, hiromi, toji

note: asking them not to shave their pubic area because you find it hot !

warnings: pubes, sexual, suggestive, cursing, crack, f!reader

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★ OlderBF!Toji Fushiguro x Bratty!Reader

★ W/C: ~1.7k Masterlist.ᐟ

★ Synopsis: Your OlderBF!Toji hates when you steal his cigarettes, especially when coming home after a long shift to an empty carton. Luckily, he kills two birds with one stone. He gets to let off some steam and your oral fixation gets satisfied.

C/W: age gap (Reader: early twenties | Toji: wtv feels right hehe), Degradation, Oral (m! receiving), Throat fucking, cum swallowing, hair pulling/grabbing, rough and mean toji :(( reader who loves it hihi, cigarette smoking.

"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"

Disapproving.

Loud, dark, rude and disapproving. His tone was clear as day, the sharpness of each word shocking the synapses in that fuzzy little head of yours, each brutal thrust nudging his thick cockhead further against the bruise at the back of your throat.

"Greedy girl—" he purrs, pupils dilating at the sight of you teary eyed and peering up at him, little streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks as they hollowed out around him.

"Never fuckin' listen."

You assumed he'd just make you smoke the whole pack, perched on his lap and writhing beneath his iron grip, the nicotine making you dizzy with each inhalation.

That's what he usually did.

When he'd notice his packs going from 25, to 17, to 8 by the end of the day, he'd drag you down onto his knee, popping a stick between your lips before lighting the tip and making you finish what you started.

But this time, he reserved his soft reprimands, resorting to a much more imposing form of punishment.

He had just finished a particularly long job, shoulders heavy and low atop dragging feet, marching towards his bedside to retrieve a pack of Marlboros—only to be greeted with the sight of an empty carton.

“Hey, kid—" He called from the bedroom, his voice gravelly and firm.

Legs shifting on the living room carpet, every nerve in your body tensed at the sound—a smoky aftertaste still present on your tongue.

“Get your ass in here, princess–”

And you did—albeit apprehensively. Feet dragging against the hardwood, your heels cling to the friction in an attempt to slow yourself down—to delay having to face your boyfriend's dark, pervasive glare.

You round the corner, his thick thighs spread over the edge of the bed, feet firmly planted to the ground. Eyes already piercing the door frame, he stared at you, scarred lips pressed into a thin line.

“C’mere.”

The air around him was hot, wafting tobacco and mint off of him like it always does. Every angry, tense nerve of his body shrouding the room in a dark, heavy air.

You settle between his legs, standing sheepishly as his warmth surrounds you—a hand settling on the skin just beneath your ass.

Swallowing hard, your palms rested on the broad expanse of his shoulders, rough grip pulling you towards him as he stared up at you through hooded eyes.

“Baby,” he mumbled, thumb flicking the top off his now-empty pack, an irate vein bulging from the side of his throat—jaw clenched and cold.

“Been smoking my cigs?” He asks flatly, his free hand holding up the carton for you to observe, carefully analyzing your expression.

“Answer.”

You straightened your back, fingers tense on the fabric of his tee.

“Just a couple." The words were heavy and reluctant—a familiar tremor bubbling in your chest. “m'sorry Toj, they’re just really expensive and sometimes I need to wind down,”

With a thick hand pulling you closer by the skin of your thigh, his cold eyes stared up at you through obsidian lashes.

"And what did I say about takin' em?"

You shifted your weight between feet, eyes darting to the floor in an attempt to avoid his oppressive stare.

"You don't want me to,"

He exhaled long and loud, the air fanning against the bare skin of your thighs, his head dropping down to peek into the carton again—wishing a cig would magically appear and aid his strive for relief.

"That's right."

The silence is loud. It's heavy, uncomfortable and weirdly intimate—nerves buzzing from adrenaline.

"So, what now, hm?" he perks up, eyes stern and narrowed. “Clearly you've got some sorta, oral fixation or somethin’. Gotta be the only reason why you won't fuckin’ listen to me, right girlie?"

Your hands trembled against his tense muscles, unsure of what to do next, afraid to speak, to move, to breathe. But subconsciously, you nod and shudder, bottom lip tightly tucked between teeth.

"s'what I thought."

He rose, body warm against yours as he towered above, suddenly shrouded in his tall shadow. Staring down with that playful expression—the lustful nature of his fantasies were blatantly obvious from his dark-eyed smirk.

“Had a long day, pretty girl,” he began, a heavy hand on your shoulder applying the softest pressure—delicate enough to pass as soothing, but perverted enough to make your knees weak. As you sank to the carpeted floors, your fingers traced the front of his thighs—his gaze setting your nerves ablaze.

"And now I can’t even smoke.”

You swallow hard, the edge in his voice slicing through your innocence, a weak quiver stuttering in your chest.

“All cause you had to go around stealin' my cigs, even after I told you off.”

Your lips were squished together, puckered between his thick, calloused fingers squeezing your flushed cheeks. His grip was rough. Hard and mean, shaking your head side to side to further mock and tease you. Whatever remained of his playful demeanor was gone, leaving you with his fiery, determined admonitions.

You fucked up, you knew that.

But with the way he looked down at you, harsh and remorseless—you’d gladly do it again.

With a large hand fisting your hair, he guided your head back a little—making room for himself. His digits dipped below the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down to reveal his hardening length—bulging from beneath the stretched fabric of his underwear.

“Gonna make it up to me, hm? Gonna let me fuck that little throat?”

His cock twitched at your eager nod, watching as you palmed him through the thin fabric—warm and pulsing beneath palms. Entranced by your desire, his eyes raked over your every feature. The way your soft lips quivered, the way your fingers trembled around his waistband, the way your pupils dilated when you finally freed his cock—flushed red and dripping.

It hung low, heavy and thick—large veins running down the length to his wide angry tip, dribbles of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could barely keep yourself from him. He was warm under your touch, the pulse of rushing blood coursing through him—feeling him twitch beneath your delicate strokes.

“Tongue.” He growled, swatting your hand away from him as he awaited your compliance.

Saliva glistening on the muscle, his freehand reached down to guide his bulbous tip onto the flesh, softly tapping it against your taste buds.

“Want somethin’ in your mouth that badly?”

Glassy eyes stared up at him, cheeks flushed and eager—strings of precum and spit squelching with every pat of his leaky tip. He tasted bitter, warm and salty—the flavor addictive to your buds, shocks of lust melting your brain with each lewd tap.

“I’ll give you something to wrap those pretty lips around—"

His chest tightened, feeling you gently close around him—the pressure of your warm mouth sending waves of pleasure through his nerves.

Seeing him like this, your usually tired, gruff old boyfriend letting his mask of loving indifference slip was quite the rarity. Yeah, he’d get rough, dark, dominant—but nothing like this.

It just made you wetter, all desperate and lecherous—quivering legs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache between your thighs.

He noticed, he always does.

And with a devilish smirk tugging his scar, he thrust into your mouth—hips rolling forward, kissing his thick tip against the back of your throat. “Pathetic.”

Another nudge of his hips sank him deeper into the warmth of your maw, maintaining a rough pace as he dragged you into each thrust—thick fingers tangled in your hair.

Tears gathered on your lashes, threatening to fall with each brutal touch of his length bruising your throat. The friction of his veiny cock against your lips was euphoric. Better than any cigarette—this was your real addiction, foam bubbling at the corners of your lips, running down your chin in a debaucherous concoction.

“Look at you.”

His face twisted in sadistic pleasure, obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth—the feeling of your warm moans vibrating against him. It just made him rougher, tears running down your cheeks as he quickened his pace—unable to get his eyes off your pathetic expression.

"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"

He pushed further, cock buried to the hilt—your nose pressed to the soft hairs of his happy trail. Tongue darting out beneath him, you traced his veins up and down—a shuddered, rough groan escaping him.

"Greedy girl—"

He got closer and closer with every thrust, your heavenly maw encasing him so perfectly—the gooey warmth of your wet mouth like a drug.

"Never fuckin' listen."

Pulling back with a wet pop!, he watched as you caught your breath. His thumb traced the mess on your chin, face glazed with saliva and tears—pretty little dark streaks decorating your cheeks. You reached up to work his cock, hands pumping and rolling over the tip—tracing his frenulum just the way he likes it.

“Open.” He spoke, low and gravely.

His release painted your tongue a milky white. Thick ropes of cum filling your mouth with every squeeze of your fingers, your eager expression sending him even further over the edge. Lips wrapped around the tip, you bob your head, drawing out every last drop before swallowing hard—savoring the warmth of his delicious load.

Tongue lolling out, you proudly show him your clean mouth—the absence of his seed making his breath hitch.

“Fuck, look at that. Swallowed every drop, hm?”

You nod, he smirks.

“Good girl,” a firm hand cupped your cheek, his calloused thumb stroking the skin. His hold was warm and soft, still riding out the high of his orgasm as he stared down at you—gaze loving and gentle.

“learn your lesson?” He asked.

And despite the remorseful nod you gave him, you knew that wasn’t true.

You knew that the second you’d hear the front door click! with the sound of him leaving for work, your grubby little fingers would already be digging in his coat pockets for a pack.

And when he’d catch you again, visibly fuming at the sight, you’d just ash the cigarette—looking up at him with those glossy doe eyes.

“Sorry toj, can’t help it.”

Then you were on your knees.

“S’my oral fixation”

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You always take whatever Toji gives you,

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Especially when his eyes meet yours, all dark and hungry—rough fingers pinching bruises into your puffy cheeks.

You take it every time.

The harsh smacks! against your ass, hard enough to leave a hand-shaped reminder blooming red on your plush skin.

The deep rutting of his heavy cock—bullying its way into your gummy walls as you gush around him.

The warm loads of his creamy release filling you so deliciously—pacifying that deep tingle inside that wants nothing more than to be bred by that big bad man of yours.

But the thing you love taking the most?

The globs of his wet saliva landing firmly onto the skin of your tongue.

He thinks it’s so cute, the way you perk up—knees bent and pressed against your chest as you proudly present your tongue—shamelessly lolled out in anticipation.

Fuck, he could cum right then and there—feeling the way your cunt pulses, greedily sucking him in, drowning him in your sweetness.

And how fucking spoiled you look when he finally spits—it's pathetic.

The way his drool curls around the dips of your tongue, dripping down your chin in a foamy, debaucherous mess. He watches you giggle, fucked out in a state of pure bliss as you present the slicked muscle—now clean and painfully bare.

“Greedy fuckin’ thing, aren’t ya?” He growls, and all you can do is nod fervently, eyes glossy and rolling back when he resumes his punishing tempo.

It’s intoxicating to have such a pretty toy like you—ready and willing to take whatever he gives. His hands on the backs of your thighs, he presses you further into the mattress with a low huff, cock twitching at the sight of you all trembling and desperate.

He grinds deeper just to watch your eyes roll, grips your throat just to watch your chest flutter, pins you down just to watch you struggle.

And yet, he’s never fully satisfied till he’s had you in every position, in every way—till you’re bloated and dripping with everything he has to give. <3

Masterlist | Next> A/N: AND THEY SAID HE WASNT A GIVERRRRR... HEY SO THIS WAS KINDA INTENSE BUT OKAYYY !!! hope u enjoyed even if it's short, i #DELETED an entire angst fic abt dada jiji and now i have to re-write that shit from memory sooo u get this in the meantime. <3 love u cuties, will maybe post a crackfic draft tonite if im feelin nice hihi