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Plug!Choso who you have a very simple relationship with. He gives you weed, you let him eat you out ‘til either of you pass out.
Plug!Choso who only ever stuffed his face in between your legs while he was high—his tongue a lot lazier than you imagined it’d be against you. Yet somehow, he never fails to make you squirt on it.
Plug!Choso who starts thinking you might be more addictive than the drugs he sells, unable to keep himself away from you at some point.
Plug!Choso who knows it’s dangerous to think that way when you both promised each other there’d be no feelings involved but, he just can’t help himself.
Plug!Choso who’s the most expressive guy you know. If there was ever such a thing as a chalant person living in a nonchalant body—it’d be him.
Plug!Choso who makes the sexiest expressions every time he has sex with you. The first time his plump tip starts sliding in, his jaw always falls open and his eyebrows begin to twist up.
Plug!Choso who fucks you real slow ‘n carefully like he’s afraid he’ll break you one day. You always end up moaning for him to be harder or rougher with you but he only ever does so much.
Plug!Choso who you fucked while he was sober one time and realized why it’s not often he’s rough with you during sex. Turns out the man is obsessed with making you squirt and stuffs you with everything he can while he’s not too high to think straight.
You squirt on his fingers first, then his tongue, then his cock—twice. All in the span of one long night where he decided not to smoke.
Plug!Choso who hates to see you talking to any other dealers out of fear you’ll start going to them instead of him.
Plug!Choso who fucks you like he hates you whenever that jealousy builds up too much, stuffing your face down into your pillows and forcing you to deepen the arch in your back. His cock would stretch you open less sloppy than normal, despite the weed flowing throughout his system.
Him being jealous was the only time he fucked you precisely while being intoxicated. You can still feel the burn of his fingers rubbing your clit to splashing tears while his dick rut up against your dewy sweet spot.
Plug!Choso who acts like the whole thing never happened the next day, telling you he, “Doesn’t get jealous.”
Plug!Choso who you purposefully annoy afterwards by going out of your way to talk to frat!kuna while at some party, giggling harder than necessary and letting your palm run along the man’s bulky arms since you knew you had his eyes on you from afar.
Plug!Choso who drags you up to the second floor of that same frat house later that night, locating frat!kuna’s bedroom just to pin you up against the wall and bully his tongue deep into your pussy as some type of punishment.
Each time you started whining about how you were about to cum, he pulled away and slapped your cunt all meanly. Grunting, “If you wanted to cum, you should’ve let him come touch you instead.”
You were frustrated from being edged so you didn’t think things through when you said, “Maybe I will next time.”
Plug!Choso who didn’t appreciate hearing that one bit, two of his thick fingers diving up into your pussy and watching the way your slick spills all down his hand—decorating his wrist and slowly his forearm in your filth.
You ended up crying real tears due to how long he stretched things out. Even when droplets were falling down onto him, he still didn’t let you cum.
Plug!Choso who slobbered against your cunt, tongue lathering his name around your clit so you’d never fix your mind to flirt with some other guy in front of him like that again.
Plug!Choso who eventually tugged his face and hands away from you just to stand up, letting you slide down onto the floor still lacking the release of a delightful orgasm.
He let you watch as he sleazily unzipped his pants and tugged his fat cock out, giving it only a couple strokes with the same fingers that’d just been inside you. Then he beckoned you closer and you scrambled on your knees just to get to him.
Plug!Choso who wasn’t gentle with you at all, feeding you his dick as if this were the very position you always belonged in: on your knees like some slut while you sucked him real good.
His fingers thread through your hair just enough to get a tight hold onto your skull, quickly using you and your mouth like a proper cocksleeve as he spewed out all sorts of curses.
Even though he was upset with you, he still wasn’t too harsh with his words—managing to tell you how good your throat feels for his cock while simultaneously calling you a slut.
His slut, though.
Plug!Choso who had yet to let you cum but allowed you to touch yourself while he bashed his tip into the back of your throat, soon spilling sticky loads down your warm cavern to let you taste what he wasn’t letting you release.
Your face was a mess of wetness from tears and drool, nothing but soft mewls heard from your wobbly lips by the time he pulled away since he swore to cut off everything he had with you if you came before he said you could.
Plug!Choso who knew that’s all you wanted to begin with—to get bullied ‘n teased to the nth degree like that. He didn’t let you cum until you’d weeped a great sum of apologies and promised never to do what you did again.
But by then, he’d already had you folded up into a mean mating press against frat!kuna’s bed, telling you to cream around his cock and leave a filthy mess for that man to come find later.
Plug!Choso who was never one to be this possessive with anyone until he started dealing to you. He didn’t even think he had all that in him but you looked so pretty crying and begging for him until your voice had gone hoarse, he just couldn’t help himself!
Plug!Choso who’s shyly apologizing for his actions the very next day, assuming he’d been a bit too mean.
Plug!Choso who you laugh at when he mumbles that apology and then reveal that you only entertained Sukuna to make him mad.
Which, as it turns out, worked exactly in your favor!
Plug!Choso who's really good with aftercare no matter what. He could be high out of his mind or stupidly upset with you but either way, he's always making sure you're perfectly alright after the fact.
Plug!Choso who eventually comes out and says he wants more of a relationship with you, one that's not only built on sex 'n drugs. He asks you out properly while he's sober, bringing you your favorite type of flowers that you only mentioned once before, and later dinning you properly.
Plug!Choso who you started dating and now get your free weed from with soft kisses and the occasionally intimate, "I love you."
Plug!Choso who you cherish your time with greatly, even though there's a slightly jealous frat!kuna who's lurking around every corner of your relationship...
Something about bouncing up and down your personal trainer!toji's cock is everything you'd been fantasizing about for the past few months and more.
During workouts he's always been very firm and encouraging with you but now those hands you're always staring at were slapping at the fat of your ass all heavily while you slammed your hips down on him. Leaving him groaning and sweatier than those workouts usually did, "Jus’ like that, doll. Uhuh, put that ass to work.” He huffs all heavily before smacking your ass again.
Your trainer’s a nasty man. If you think you’ve been fantasizing about this then you’d be shocked to hear the things he’s been fantasizing about himself. He feels this inherent need to take credit for at least some of the pretty body bouncing up and down his thick cock right now.
Each smack to your ass served as some sort of silent thank you, meant to let you know he was proud of the results his traditional workouts gave you. Big, greedy hands find the purchase of your hips and he works you up and down his curving cock, grunting, “Thaaaat’s it, doll. Let me take care of ya’, like I always do, uhuh..” before he lifts you just a little and aids your body up and down.
Sounds of slick filth bounced off the interior of his car that’s parked just outside the gym and you’re letting yourself moan all unashamedly. “Mmph, ah-, fuck, Toji!” You whine, slutty actions leaving his windows fogged.
Your trainer starts smiling all of a sudden and grunts, “Mmgh, look at that. Look at the way I stretch those lips open, fuck.” He points out, one hand moving your ass cheek to get a better view of your puffy folds parted so prettily around the veins of his shaft, “You spread so wide for that cock, don’t you?”
When you nod and then lean up a bit to let gravity force you all the way down on him again, both of you moan in sync. You were missing one payment and this was the only thing you thought to offer. After all, you couldn’t lose your best trainer and it’s a mere coincidence you both have been wanting to fuck each other!
Toji’s head flies back with a soft thump against his headrest and his hips being to grind up into you, cockhead thrashing against your sweet spot. “Yeahhh ya’ do. Lettin’ me train this pussy, huh?” He teases.
You receive languid strokes up into your cunt for long enough to have you drooling, “Uhuh, hahh, I gotta-, oh fuck.. w-work on my endurance..!”
“Heh, riiiight… endurance..” He echoes all slyly before his hand suddenly presses into your arching spine. Then holding your body up in the air slightly, Toji’s feet shift against the car floor and then starts pumping his fat dick up into you with no remorse—your pussy letting sweet juices mess up both his thighs and the seats below the two of you. “Endure that fuckin’ cock then. Just like that, ma.”
You slump forward and cling onto the headrest in front of you while he just plows his weighty shaft in and out of your slobbering cunt. “T-Toji… ohmygod… fuck!”
“‘Couple more reps, pretty girl. We’re almost done, don’t worry.” He coos.
The car is all but bouncing and shaking with both of your frantic movements, letting anyone who walks by get the perfect idea of what was going on inside. “Something feels d-different… hnngh..” You end up whimpering as your spongey walls clamp around him tighter.
“Ohh? You gonna squirt for me? Hm?” Your trainer guesses with a crooked smirk on his scared lips, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips while he pounds himself up into you. Voice breathy, “Gonna leave my dick a sloppy wet mess as a reward for tainin’ you s’good, right?”
Somewhere in the mix of your strained cries of his name and cockdrunk babbles in agreement, you do, in fact, squirt on your personal trainer!toji's cock. The moment you do, he’s pulling out and letting his length slap against your crying pussy, making sure you soak every single inch of him.
“Fuuuck,” Toji groans loudly. “Your next few sessions… shit… are free after that one, doll.”
▶︎︎ Dollhouse (starring . Toji Fushiguro & Jin Itadori)
synopsis . In which you’re the neighborhood babysitter who’s caught the attention of the neighborhood's hottest dilfs. When Toji can’t afford to pay you, Jin steps in to save the day with an offer that pulls all three of you together for a night.
content . afab!reader, size kink, manhandling, threesome, heavy tension, spitting, fiiiiilth, perversion, finger sucking, men flirting, breeding kink(s), implied age gap—they’re older (yuji & megumi are kids), lotsss of oral sex, slight humiliation, mentions of panty stealing, tojikuna sneak (i can’t help myself), double penetration, pussy slapping, lots of dirty talk (they’re both nasty with it), overstim, dumbification, general mentions of sukuna, petnames, surprise ending (as always), almost & eventually getting caught, fluff if you read this with ur eyes closed, "hints" of jin x toji, etc.
word count . 8.6k | author's note: art from here—ive had this in my drafts ever since i set my eyes on tht art btw. this fic goes out to my lovers @uhnosav & @fricks since ik this was most anticipated by you both <3
You were never the strongest person when it came on to hot older men—a fact of which you'd come to terms with long before you started babysitting the children of said hot older men.
And yet, for some reason, Toji Fushiguro was finding utmost difficulty in convincing you to do one little favor for him.
Now, being one—out of two—of your neighborhood's most desired single fathers, Toji thought this conversation with you would go far smoother than it was currently playing out. Perhaps it was his own ego that deluded him to this point or your persistent stubbornness but, either way, he wasn't asking you for that much.
You'd been dodging his texts and calls all week prior, so when he caught sight of you fishing through an assortment of vegetables at the local grocery store, he figured he couldn't have asked for a better opportunity to speak with you.
It's been about fifteen minutes since he started running that big mouth of his and yet most of his words seem to be going through one ear and out the other.
Why? Because it's obvious he wants you to watch Megumi for free tonight.
His hair was a mess of dark tresses like always and the casual wear he wore to conceal his unfairly beefy body never failed to coax your eyes into dipping towards places they probably shouldn't have—catching the way his broad shoulders strained against the worn-out black shirt he had on.
You listened keenly while he complained though, giving short nods as if you didn't know where he was going with the bullshit list of complaints he was dumping on you…
"—Said all that to say, I need ya' tonight, but I don't have the money," And there it was. Toji finished off with a heavy exhale, staring at you with those heavyset green eyes of his and waiting for some sort of reaction.
He’d spent all that time listing bills, repairs, school fees—and a bunch of other extra stuff—in hopes of properly fooling you.
You halfway roll your eyes at the man, having seen straight through him from the beginning. “I dunno, Mr. Fushiguro. The last time we had this conversation, I ended up watchin’ Megumi for a whole month—free of charge.” You reminded him sternly.
Toji often had a way of letting that intimately-shaded gaze of his silently convince you into giving him what he wanted. You hated how easily you’d fallen for it in the past but it was finally time to put your foot down and somewhat stand up for yourself.
His eyes would flick over you without a single care in the world as to whether or not you caught onto the heat behind them and his jaw neatly sat taut with the tension of stress in between his words, “I know, I know. But, c’mon, y’know m’good for it… eventually. I paid ya’ back, didn’t I?”
You shrug rather sheepishly before glancing towards the shopping cart full of groceries in front of you, “Yeah, after another three weeks of reminding you to.”
Toji clicks his tongue and steps closer, the scent of his thickly cheap cologne seeping into your space in a way that made you feel hot. “That won’t happen this time, I promise. It’s jus’ for one night. Can’t you do that for me?”
You look at him, trying to ignore how his gaze unreasonably has you second guessing your will to say no. “I have other kids to watch over tonight, Mr. Fushiguro. Other kids whose father's pay me on time.”
“Fuck those kids,” Toji puffs out without thinking. He quickly regrets his words when he sees the look of disapproval plastered all over your face. Clearing his throat, “Megumi is your favorite to look over, no?”
“He's quieter in comparison to the rest so, sometimes, yeah.” You explain to him honestly. Your full attention diverts from him as you reach over for the item you'd been scouring aisles for prior to him approaching you, dumping it into your cart after.
Toji has to refrain from acting like a big ole brat in reaction to not exactly getting his way with you. Sighing, “Then why is this even up for debate?” He asks before inching closer to your cart and then placing a hand on its edge to lean against, “C’mon, doll, y’know you wanna do this favor for me. I'll make it up to ya'."
You'd be lying if you said you weren't feeling the least bit tempted when he spoke to you like that.
Looking at him in a way that makes him feel like you weren't convinced in the slightest, “Only if I’m getting paid." Your words fall flatly off your tongue and his shoulders slump as you continue, "I’m not gonna keep repeating myself to you—“
“Excuse me,” A kindhearted voice soothes in from your left and Toji’s right.
When you both turn, you’re met with gentle eyes hidden behind a neatly sat pair of glasses that are edged with a slivery frame. The bright pink hair strikes your recognitive nerve and makes you sigh in relief.
Now, if you had to pick a favorite client or family, it would definitely be the Itadori’s. Though, their family was a lot rowdier than the Fushiguro’s.
The sweater adorned over Jin's body is nothing short of spotless and you hate how it's one of the first things you truly register as that initial wave of surprise fades. The clean white knit that clings close enough to his frame to hint at the solid build hiding beneath it does little to help you stay focused on the conversation at hand.
You take in his appearance in the same fashion you took in Toji's—catching how his crisp sleeves push up just enough to reveal his forearms, a neat silver watch wrapped around his wrist as his hand unconsciously flexes against the handle of the basket he's carrying.
“Ah, sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jin hums in that easy going tone that has you forgetting about Toji for a moment and melting on the spot.
Your eyes widen all apologetically as you shake your hand to dismiss his benevolently murmured statement. “No, no, you’re fine.” You insist before cutting your gaze back Toji's way, “We were just wrapping up anyway, right, Mr. Fushiguro?”
He rolls his eyes sassily and scoffs right in your face, “Like hell we were.”
“I am not babysitting for free.” You press.
Under that brawny frame of his, something desperate threatens to spill out from his expression as he frowns, “But—“
“I could pay for him.” Jin offers suddenly, mindlessly looking past you.
You both turn your heads again.
“What?” You blink.
Tojis scoffs, “Or she could stop bein’ such a brat ‘n just—“
“Toji, c’mon now." Jin cuts in, ever the mediator. "You're looking for a sitter for tonight, yes?" His question dulls over to Toji as he brushes against you to reach for some tomatoes and bring them closer for inspection.
Grumpily redirecting his displeased gaze elsewhere, Toji sighs, "Yeah.."
"Perfect because Yuji's being watched tonight!" Jin tells him immediately, weighing the tomatoes in his palm and switching through a few before settling on the one closest to perfection.
You also hate how closely you're paying attention to him but, it's a habit you've yet to break out of.
At the sound of his cheerfully expressed statement, your eyes get impossibly wider and you try your best to send the all-too-kind man a disagreeing look, "Mr. Itadori, please, you don't have to—"
"No, no, I insist." He tells you, the softness of his gaze promptly wafting over your worried expression. "Our kids are best buds and you're Yuji's favorite sitter, I don't mind covering all charges."
How responsible, you think to yourself.
Toji clicks his tongue before you can respond to that, clearly irritated, "You don't gotta do that, Jin."
"I know," Jin sets one of the tomatoes back, feeling more satisfied with another. "I want to."
Dryness invades your throat and suddenly you're hating every slight bodily reaction you're having because of this man—whether it be internal or external. The way his words run off of his tongue, all intentional and collected as if showing off were the last thing he meant to do in the moment.
There was something about how he wasn't speaking like he wanted to swoop in and make Toji look bad—how he makes his offers like it's the most obvious thing to do, like taking care of things 'n people is just second nature to him.
Fuck, you're quickly reminded why his family is one of your favorites to be involved with. "That's uh," You clear your throat so that your admiration for the man doesn't blurt itself out, "That's really generous of you."
Jin's gaze shifts onto you again, this time with a little more warmth than you're expecting. Since he's closer now, a faint scent of something fresh sweeps your way. "Well, you'd be doing the both of us a favor," He smiles reassuringly, "Yuji's mentioned how he wants to hang out with Megumi more and I'd hate to disappoint him knowing I had the perfect opportunity to set that up for him."
Something embarrassingly dramatic flips about in your chest. Of course Yuji's feelings are his top priority.
The weight on the side of your cart from Toji's leaning on it lifts away as he folds his arms and mutters something—assumably slick—under his breath.
Your ears don't catch it but Jin's seem to with the way he chuckles lightly and pats the man on his shoulder completely unbothered, "You can pay me back whenever you're able." He says plainly before adding, "Or don't. Whatever works best for you, Toji."
You're much too busy glancing back and forth between the two men, noticing how comical the contrast is.
Toji, much taller and brooding—leaning against your cart again like he owns the damn thing and all space surrounding, and rumpled cottony shirt stretching unfairly against his massive build.
Meanwhile there was Jin, who's posture was straighter and sweater brighter as if he put love into every wash. Even the groceries in his basket were neatly arranged like he actually planned for every meal throughout the week, while Toji carried a singular pack of beer.
The difference makes you snort, lips twitching to bite back your amused smile before you look away in hopes of hiding your reaction.
Jin notices first—because of course his attention divides between you and Toji flawlessly—and then a flicker of something unknown twirls within his eyes as he tilts his head slightly, "Unless uh, this is too much for you? Watching both kids?"
Now your stomach was fluttering. You wanted to roll your eyes at yourself, at how easy a simple question had you feeling like a ditz. "Huh?" You gape, shaking out of your daze directly after, "No, it's fine. I can make it work."
Toji exhales rather victoriously—happy to have gotten what he wanted one way or another.
Jin's smile spreads wider and every feature on his face seems to soften again, "Good. I'll also throw in a little extra for all these last-minute changes."
"You really don't have to do that," You say quickly.
"I know," He echoes his earlier statement, "I want to."
There it is again.
Your gaze dips at that, finding difficulty in keeping yourself calm with how smoothly things work themself out with him. "Thank you, Mr. Itadori," You manage pliantly, eyes caught on how the white fabric stretches faintly against his arm as he shifts his basket from one hand to the other.
You felt like you were going insane—gawking at both of these men like you didn't know any better. Control yourself, slut.
"Jin," The man corrects suddenly, earning the eye contact from you again.
You swallow thickly enough for both he and Toji to notice. Which is exactly why the darker haired man rolls his eyes, "Oh brother."
"Thank you, Jin." You say as you ignore Toji entirely.
Stepping back to give you enough space, "Well then, I'll see you all tonight, yeah?"
You nod and Toji grumps, earning a nudge on his arm from Jin just as you begin to wave the men off and turn down a nearby aisle to continue your shopping from earlier.
The two men watch you leave with the same look in their eyes before you disappear from their line of sight entirely. They stand together silently for a moment as the squeak of your cart steadily fades into the low hum of the store and blends in with all other sounds.
Then, Jin lets out a sigh that causes the air between them to change, "She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” He comments lightly, turning toward the other assortment of produce as he proceeds to his shopping.
His half rhetorical question prompts Toji to linger around. “That’s one word for it.” He says evenly, looking to him shortly after, “Now what’s the real reason behind why you did that?”
Jin doesn't move his attention from the vegetables ahead, “Hm? What do you mean?”
“I’m not buyin’ this nice guy crap," Toji's arms unfold and he slips his hands into his spacey pockets, the fabric of his sweats weighing down a little and revealing a teasing slither of smooth skin that Jin just barely peaks over at. "You can be honest with me, Jin.”
He chuckles, “Fine, fine. I’ll admit it, I do like having her over." Lifting his head to meet Toji's questioning stare, the silver frames of his glasses manage to capture the fluorescent lights overhead. "Seeing her tend to Yuji is… heartwarming, to say the least.”
Toji's mouth twitches, his scar moving in tandem, “Yeah, ‘guess so.”
“You don’t agree?" Jin tilts his head slightly as he puts on a more assessing look, "As far as her watching over Megumi goes, I mean.”
Toji shrugs not-so-casually, “Heartwarming isn’t how I’d describe it.”
A moment of silence stretches between the two men again, lacking the sense of awkwardness that's to be expected from no immediate response. Distant shopping carts are heard rattling at the ends of various aisles, people are heard laughing, kids fussing. And yet, the two hold one another in place via gazes far too intense to be platonic.
Eventually, Jin blinks and a mix of curiosity and innocence colors over his doe-like brown eyes, “Then how would you describe it, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Toji's tongue swats out to wet his lips unconsciously as he inhales slowly. Then, the word, “Sensual.” drives out of his mouth in a manner so smooth it causes Jin's brain to short circuit.
“Oh.” He chokes briefly after, surprise etching itself into his face.
Catching the silence beneath his reaction, Toji huffs, "Don't give me that look."
Jin's lashes begin to flutter elsewhere before he clears his throat, "I didn’t realize I was giving you one."
The base in Toji's voice unknowingly pitches deeper, "You always do." He blurts out, cocking his head to the side a bit as his eyes glaze down the slightly shorter man's body. "Same one you used to give me."
That statement makes Jin visibly tense up. The two men were far from strangers, even outside of the relationship between their kids. Years back and you could find Toji and Sukuna—Jin's slightly older and rougher twin brother—in a very toxically induced relationship.
So, when Toji's subtle reference to the way Jin acted towards him around that time threatens to add to the current tension between them, he can't help but freeze up a little.
"That... was a long time ago," Jin murmurs eventually.
Toji steps closer with intent, invading the little space that remained between them as he does so. "Wasn't that long," He corrected, "I still remember how you used to watch me go in and out of your brother's place like you had somethin' to say. It's unfortunate I never got that outta' you—whatever it is you had on your mind."
Jin scoffs louder than he means to, "It's not unfortunate at all considering I never had anything to say. Hence why nothing was ever said." Meeting Toji's eyes again, "You were imagining things."
A crooked smirk spreads out across scarred lips, "Yeah?" The word slips off of his tongue like it's something dirty. Jin hates how it causes him to divert his gaze again. "S'not my fault you were never good at hidin' it." Toji sneers.
"Hiding what—" Jin cuts himself clean off, his jaw beginning to flex from the stress this conversation was bringing about. After pausing to collect himself, "We're not discussing the past."
Voice softening only a fraction, Toji eases annoyingly closer, "We kinda are, Jin."
"No," He argues firmly, "We were discussing her, and the topic of conversation should've remained on her."
The moment following those words is one filled with them holding eyes. Their own history of lingering glances is thick within the air. Toji and Sukuna were quite the pair in the past but Toji and Jin existed as nothing more than a muddled mess of feelings that were never meant to be addressed.
"Y'know what, you're right." Toji nods finally, glancing off. "But, remind me what it is about her that makes you feel so uh," He clicks his tongue, "Heartwarmed?"
Jin finally manages to ignore the intimidation Toji's trying to pass off, straightening up in the way he stands before shamelessly repeating himself, "The way she cares for Yuji."
Something cockier threads into Toji's eyes, "That does somethin' for you?"
"You're asking that like you don't agree," Jin counters quickly, scoffing. "Like you haven't felt it yourself."
Toji shrugs, "I haven’t.”
“You just said it feels sensual for you.”
“Exactly," The seemingly pointless direction of this talk was going to drive Jin crazy any second now. It was downright aggravating how Toji had a response for everything, "So, I don’t agree with you. It’s not heartwarming to watch her. My eyes ain’t that respectful.”
A subtle vein ticks against Jin's jaw, “Should be.”
“Yours never were.” Toji huffs.
That seems to do it.
“Toji.” Jin spits out coldly—voice lacking whatever warmth it held earlier when you were around.
Far too delightfully, Toji smiles as he mocks him, “Jin.”
Another beat of silence pass between them before Jin finds himself entirely fed up with this and remembers that he could just walk away. So, he does.
Turning on his heels and breaking the silence with the sound of his footsteps as he tries to hurry off before Toji can say anything else.
Unfortunately for him, Toji—ever the provoker—merely stands there and waits a few seconds before deciding to call out after him in that deceptively lazy tone of his, “You always did have a thing for people that aren’t yours, huh?”
Jin pauses, unable to help himself, and turns back swiftly. His words fly out his mouth before he properly processes them, “She isn’t yours, Toji. She’s a babysitter that we both share.”
“Not in the way we’d prefer though, right?” Toji challenges.
All of Jin's composure is fractured with one simple question because what was Toji even talking about anymore? What other way would they—
“I-, excuse me?” Chokes out of Jin's throat the moment it clicks for him.
“Jin,” Toji groans this time, rolling his eyes, “For fuck's sake, drop the innocent old man act—“
“You’re older than me,” He cuts in.
“—And stop pretending like that woman doesn’t drive you crazy.” Toji finishes off.
Jin shuts up right then, letting Toji’s words fully settle into his mind. Drive him crazy? You?
Why the hell would you drive him crazy? You’re just a babysitter. The thought of looking at you in any other light feels uncomfortable.
But... not in a way that's unwelcomed. In fact, that statement seems to tug Jin out of all his delusions and force him to really think about you for a moment.
You were always responsible in his home, organized to a fault, caring for any and all family that crowded the Itadori house, and above all else—painfully distracting in a way he only acknowledged after staring for too long.
The conversation between Toji and Jin ends after that. Jin barely spares his friend—if he could even call Toji that—a goodbye before departing. The rest of his shopping is conducted with tense shoulders and a clouded head.
Jin promised himself from the moment he laid his eyes on you that he'd never look at you in that way, no matter how prettily you batted your lashes at him or how politely you addressed him. But now, because of Toji...
He can't get you out of his head and he's supposed to face you again in a few hours.
Fuck.
——
It's like every interaction prior to that revelation is suddenly put under a microscope in Jin's mind. He never thought about it that way until Toji said something—and it's just his luck that the brooding bastard chose today of all days to point it out.
Now Jin can't unsee it—can't unsee you in that aspect.
He tells himself that his thoughts of you were always innocent. Mostly, anyway. There were only a handful of times his gaze lingered longer than it should've—longer than what was appropriate. And those questions he'd asked you in the past? Those were harmless, he's sure. It can't be a crime to want to know you better, can it?
You were watching his son for hours on end, after all. It wasn't unreasonable to want to know who you were beyond your credentials and qualifications.
Which means it wasn't inappropriate to ask if anyone was taking care of you the way you take care of everyone else... right?
And when you'd said no, there was nothing scandalous about the way he offered himself. No harm in the quiet, "Would you like someone to?" that followed instinctively after.
...Right?
Fuck.
Who was he trying to convince here? It becomes rather apparent that he's been a lost cause for a while now.
There was the time you lost your phone and bent over the couch to find it. Jin hadn't meant to look—but you were right there, barely a few feet away. Where else was he meant to look?
The memory alone still makes heat trickle down to places it probably shouldn't be.
What he didn't realize was that Toji had been dealing with the same problem.
Hell, he had it worse.
A while back, when the shower in the guest bathroom broke, Toji had told you to use his instead. "Make yourself comfortable," He'd told you, unsuspecting of how this action would have great consequences to him later on.
The night he came home late from work and heard the water running is remembered vividly. The bathroom door was cracked just enough for steam to spill out into the empty hall. Megumi was asleep so the only ones to recall the event are you and the begrudgingly perverted man who'd foolishly allowed you to use his bathroom.
He didn't really see you considering the angle spared him that much reprieve but he did see the lace you left draped over the sink. Such a delicate pair of panties abandoned without a second thought.
You never noticed how they went missing after that day.
Toji told himself he kept them because he needed them, instead of simply wanting them. Because watching you with Megumi did the same thing to him as it did to Jin—the only difference being that Toji has the balls to act on it. When you spend months caring for his kid like he was yours, how else is he supposed to feel towards you?
Even the way you smile at the grumpy lil' boy is enough to have Toji thinking you might as well have the words 'breed me' written out across your forehead.
Was it wrong to look at you and think of you in ways that had nothing to do with babysitting? Absolutely. Did Toji care? Not at all.
So if it took a little needling earlier—just enough to make Jin look at you the way he already had been—then fine.
He'd take the blame for that.
——
Nightfall comes quicker than Jin expects, and he finds himself standing in front of you again far too soon.
Before he left his house and as you were talking to him—explaining what the next few hours of watching both Yuji and Megumi would cost—he was hardly able to catch the words leaving your mouth. His attention had been fixed on the gloss on your lips and the way it caught the light every time you spoke.
He was too busy wondering how sweet it would taste, how sweet you would taste.
Shortly after, Jin left in quite the hurry. Hell, his rush was made with such abruption that it may have come across as if you'd offended him. Obviously you hadn't—a mere smile and steady walk back into the house surely isn't enough to warrent any feelings of offense so, you ended up going about your job as usual.
The rest of the night then passes without incident.
Yuji falls asleep first, sprawled dramatically across the couch and Megumi keeps his weary eyes open a little longer. Similar to his father, his stubbornness happens to be what keeps him up longer than his pink-haired friend but by the time he finally knocks himself out—he's curled up in the corner of the same couch as Yuji.
You were left to carefully take each of them upstairs and tuck them in properly, returning back to the quiet kitchen afterwards.
You've just begun wiping down the counter when you hear the front door unlock with a sharp set of clicks that ring out through the otherwise silent kitchen.
You straighten up immediately.
Toji walks in first, rolling his shoulders back and scrunching up his face slightly as the tension in them eases off through his movements. Jin follows in a second later and shuts the door behind him, locking it as quietly as he can.
You angle yourself towards the counter's edge, reaching for a nearby cloth so it looks like you'd been busy for much longer than you actually had been.
The sound of their shuffling and quiet conversation fades as they approach the kitchen, Jin walking in first with a softened grin on his face.
After exchanging glances with the both of them, you offer a smile of your own and whisper, "They're asleep." as if the deafening silence of the house hadn't given that away already.
Toji makes his way over to the kitchen island and plops himself down onto one of the stools there, the poor furniture creaking slightly beneath his bulky weight. "Both of 'em?" He asks curiously.
You nod, "Mhm, Yuji was out first but it took Megumi about an hour and a half to follow suit."
Laughing quietly to himself, "Sounds about right." Toji responds.
Normally, this is the part where you'd finish up with your unrequired cleaning, gather your things, remind Jin of the total, accept your payment, and head out.
Yet, something lulls you into lingering and neither of the men seem too concerned with dismissing you just yet.
Jin moves around the counter and approaches your side, standing in front of the empty sink and letting his brows furrow, "I told you that you didn't have to clean up," He hums, turning his head your way.
You shrug sheepishly, idly wiping the counter space in front of you. "I know, I know. But, I wasn't doing anything else and it's no big deal."
“You do so much for us, doll.” Toji comments suddenly, earning your eyes on him instead.
You blink a couple times as the sudden petname throws you off. It wasn't like he hadn't called you that before but it did feel different to hear in front of Jin.
Toji's leaning forward against the counter now, his forearms resting against the cool marble, and eyes are uncaring as they take in every detail of your appearance.
Then the side of his mouth where that scar sits began to lift, "No boyfriend, huh?”
“No, no, not at all.” You rush out as if you had the answered practiced and prepared for him or something. Making up for the way you nearly came off as needy, “I don’t have much time for one.” You clarify.
The heat from Jin's gaze on you is felt before his voice soothes over, “Do you consider yourself that much to handle?” He asks.
“Hm?" Your brows scrunch up as you turn your head to him. Eye widened, "No! I’m usually just wrapped up in work and.. men these days are a handful so,” You trail off for a moment before noticing how they're both looking at you, “Ah, no offense.”
“None taken, sweetheart.” Jin's smile seems to be wider now, or perhaps more cunning.
You're not really sure.
Hell, the only thing you are sure of now in this moment is that they were both peering at you entirely different than they were earlier in the store. Or at least Jin for sure was. Where Toji's concerned, you can't say he doesn't look at you like this often.
Though, the combination of their attention definitely makes you fidget where you stand. So much so that the cloth you'd been using to wipe the counter slips right off of the edge and falls to the ground.
With a quiet curse falling from your lips, you quickly and nervously rush to reach for it only to find your hand meeting Jin's as he does the same. You don't know if it's more awkward or painfully cliche the way you two meet eyes whilst kneeled to the floor to grab some stupid rag.
His glasses frame his eyes perfectly and you can't help but notice it now that he's closer to you.
Those pretty brown eyes that are normally reflected with such a light 'n gentle color now appear to be different. While the color is inherently the same, the way his gaze steadies on your face for a dragging moment, drops down to your mouth for a second far too long, and then falls to your hand brushing against his is enough to tell you that something had changed.
You wondered if Toji had told him something—even though you're unsure what the man could've said to have Jin looking at you like he wanted to make you the mother of his future kids.
Breaking out of it, you shoot up to your feet and let Jin gather the rag instead. "I uhm," Your mind was a mess and it bothered you to no end, "I should probably get going."
Jin lifts himself up slowly and you realize just how close he is to you, his height alarmingly highlighted as you find yourself moving your gaze up just to meet his. Even so, he still manages to give you that warm smile of his, "Or you could stay, it's late." He offers.
You swallow all too loudly, the sound catching both of their ears.
Toji smirks the moment he realizes you're nervous.
"W-Well," The stutter that teeters out of you makes you want to shrink up and disappear. Unfortunately for your growing embarrassment, nothing else decides to leave your lips.
Shaking his head, "Toji's staying too, given how late it is. You could use one of the spare rooms. Choso's or Sukuna's, whatever you're more comfortable with." All his words leave him a bit too cleanly, almost as if he had prepared this suggestion to you not too long ago. "If you decide to stay, that is." Jin adds finally.
Instead of battling with your failing vocal capabilities, you settle for a nod and then take a few steps back, "Yeah, that works. I'll go move my things into one of those rooms then."
Both men noticed how quickly you try to escape the kitchen and they exchange a short glance.
They didn't even have to do or say anything else for you to pause as soon as you reach the doorway, glimpsing back at the two, "Oh but, before I forget, I'll still need payment for both Yuji and Megumi, Mr. Itadori."
Jin nods knowingly and starts to reach into his pocket for his wallet, bringing you right back into the kitchen.
“Or…” Toji drawls suddenly—causing Jin’s eyes to frantically snap onto him. No fucking way. Surely the glance they exchanged wasn't a hint toward-, “We could pay you another way.”
Shit.
This isn't how Jin wanted to go about things, not exactly. He thought there would be more of a gradual build up or something. Though, he's not quite complaining, all things considered.
Especially not with the way you seem to perk up as you look over at Toji all innocently and murmur, “Another way… how?”
——
You’ve always eyed up both Jin and Toji like you wanted them to pass you back ‘n forth but this-, this isn’t something you thought would ever happen.
When you agreed to let them pay another way—allowing your curiosity to get the better of you—they’d hauled you off into Sukuna’s old bedroom faster than you could process what was happening.
A great many hushed out questions of, “Is this okay?” and, “Can we touch you here?” came fluttering past their lips in between the wet way in which their lips met all inches of your skin.
You were a mess just from the kissing but then it quickly became something more.
Toji snatched at your top and damn near ripped your bra off just to get his greedily rough hands splayed out across your skin. His fingers eagerly pinched your nipples, tongue coming in to make up for the pain it induced, and vibrating groans bellowing out as if to soothe you over.
Then he’d come back up to your mouth, tugging your lips apart with his own and invading the space between them with sloppy wafts of his tongue. Fervently grunting against you as your lips slicked ‘n slid over one another.
Toji wasn’t just a messy kisser, he was a nasty one. He’d grab onto your jaw, snatch you in impossibly closer, grit out, “Open up f’me,” and then spit directly into your oral cavern just to seal it all in with another searing kiss.
All the while sweet Jin was much more interested in adorning the lower half of your body in softer, more delicate kisses. The plush of his lips met every other inch of you while Toji occupied your upper half.
Things were moving so fast that you hardly recall how you ended up in the first position between the two. One moment, they were both kissing you, and the next, you were lying across the bed with Jin’s flushed-out face tucked in between your legs while Toji’s cock hung leaking in front of your face.
Your head hung off the edge of the bed while Toji gathered his dick into his hand, giving himself a few slow strokes as he watched the way your hips rocked up uncontrollably against all that Jin’s delicate mouth had to offer you. Somehow, the man you thought to be oh-so-kind and gentle was everything but.
Jin ate pussy like he meant to get you pregnant with his tongue—as if feeling your honeyed slick smear across his taste buds was the single thread keeping him attached to what was happening. You’d never felt a greedier tongue before. Not even Toji’s being in your mouth moments prior could compare to the sinful skill that poured out of Jin’s mouth.
And to top it all off, you had Toji's fat cock being tugged at right in front of your blissed-out expression. His head remained tipped to the side whilst he kept his greedy eyes cast down on the bare frame of you.
He was just standing there the entire time all smug as he got off on the feel of your airy moans tickling the feverish skin of his erection, your breathy pants brushing down 'n in between his balls in a way that made him shudder. As his hand would stroke down to his base, he'd try to grip at himself a little tighter just to stop himself from cumming too soon.
Truth be told, he'd always looked at you under a perverted light—unlike the kinder man who's tongue was currently bullying your dewy folds apart—and finally having you like this made it rather difficult for him not to lose himself early on.
Hell, the first time he and Jin pawed at your shirt he thinks he groaned like some slut at the sight of your tits being hugged so perfectly within your bra. Which is exactly why he stripped the damn thing off your body and tossed it to a corner he'd definitely be going back for later. Y'know, by the time you're too fucked out to notice him slipping the lace into his bag.
As for now, the longer he stands here jerking off instead of shoving his cock into your mouth, the longer he's gonna drive himself insane.
Luckily for Toji, he's not the only one too needy in the room at presence. You prove this to him by bringing your hand up to wrap around the veiny shaft of his dick, letting your jaw fall open as you lightly pull him closer.
Toji's thin brows immediately tense up, twisting with surprise as his glistening cockhead slips against your lips and quickly in between them. Your mouth has to sprawl out wiiide just to take him in and by the time half of his length has been welcomed into your drooling mouth, he's already bulging against your throat.
A viciously haughty smile creeps out across Toji's face and he grunts, “Uhuh, don't be shy. Swallow that cock, ma. Yeahhhhhh, all nasty jus’ like that.”
The filth his heavy tone carries down to your ears is enough to have a moan vibrating off your tongue, one of which he huffs at. Your other hand—that'd just been buried in Jin's soft locks of hair—shoots out to meet the bulk of Toji's thigh.
The darker haired man quickly tuts at you, “Don’t try pushin’ me away, take it. I know you can.”
You don't know why but you're still asking yourself how the fuck you got here. You were just watching a movie with their kids not even two hours ago!
And now look at you; splayed out against Sukuna's old bed with a trifecta of oral action taking place.
Jin's grip on your thighs abruptly gets tighter than you expect it to and you're left to choke around Toji's cock as the feel of one languidly weeping tongue flutters deeper into your pussy just to tug something especially syrupy out of you.
A wet shlick! rings out with the way Jin's navigating his tongue in between your folds. The motions his oral muscle held were nothing short of hypnotic as it had your eyes rolling back and your spine arching up off the bed.
Not to mention the pairing of that with how Toji was feeding his dick into your mouth, his veins all rigidity against your throaty walls and easily making you gag weakly every time you attempted to moan or gasp.
You're sure you'd feel more pathetic in the situation you were in if it weren't for the state of sluttish pleasure you'd reached already.
“You’re so wet,” Jin's voice is heard rasping, his warm breath making a trembly descent against the spread of your legs. The glasses you'd admired so much sat low on his nose and you could feel it brushing against your skin each time he stuffed his face too far forward, “Makes me wonder how long you’ve thought about this—about us.”
“M-Mngh,” You choke around Toji again.
To which the smug bastard compliments with a painfully slow thrust. “Fuuuuck, look at that." He rumbled, "M’deep in this throat, aren’t I? Bet you’ve never had any other guy this deep, huh?”
A response doesn't even get the chance to formulate in your pretty head with the way Jin's fingers sneak in between your drooling pussy lips, sinking into your hole and beginning to scissor your insides. To make your brain fizz out all the more, in comes his gentle lips to kiss at your clit as if to worship the delicate bundle of nerves.
Following such with a whisper that smears right against you, “I bet she’s never been touched all properly like this. Poor thing probably couldn’t even take care of herself.” Jin gasps.
“Mhm, especially since she works soo hard for us.” Toji drags out right after, pulling his hips back slowly and then purposefully thrusting forward at the wrong angle just to make his cock slop against your face.
You let out a satiated little hum and he smiles at the way his balls tap at your whorish expression. Then—with no interest in giving you a moment long enough to respond to either of them—he quickly redirects his swollen head back in between your wobbly lips.
A wet bubble of spit gurgles out around his deft base as he fucks every inch of himself back in and the filthy sight leaves him to moan in relief.
Jin catches enough to whir out something soft to himself, “I see her mouth is full so maybe this pretty girl can answer our questions, hm?” He murmurs as his gaze and fully attention returns down to your cunt. “Does it feel good to get the right attention, baby?” You feel the perfectly rotating pad of his thumb lightly brand his touch into your clit, “Yeahhh?" He coos once he earns an excessive gush from your hole, "Aww, what a noisy pussy. So responsive.”
You can't help but drools sloppily all over his fingers in layers of glossing slick, your hips instinctively pulling up a little and forcing Toji's cock in all too deep.
To which your eyes cross and you try to pull your mouth away. A hand comes down to your throat and pressure is applied directly to the center, “Aht, aht, hold it.” Toji scolds as he rocks his hips forward again and feels the imprint his dick is leaving against your throat, “C’mon, make room f’me in there—lemme stretch this pretty throat out.”
You couldn't even control the way your pussy clamps around Jin's fingers tight enough to leave him gasping. “You too, sweetie. Make some room for Jin,” He hushes out, using the tip of his tongue to swirl around your clit and coax your cunt into squeezing his digits a little less, “Oh, thereee you go, relax around me just like that. Good girlll.”
The moment you do, his fingers are sloshing in and out of you at a suddenly merciless pace, prodding your g-spot with prominent taps that have your entire frame twitching.
You barely even realize your orgasm is washing over you until Toji's pulling out of your throat in a timely manner and letting you moan out for the first time. Then your hands fly back down to Jin and you're weakly pushing at him with a hoarse voice, "S'too much."
Determined brown eyes meet yours directly as his fingers merely pick up the pace and begin to stretch out your walls properly as if to prepare you for way more than you were expecting.
Toji's cock comes slathering across your cheek to grab your attention again and as soon as you look up, he spills out a sloppy load of cum all over your face. Something about the filth of it all—how dirty it made you feel—is enough to have you moaning out again as you come entirely undone on Jin's fingers.
None of you get a chance to process anything since there's a soft knock at the door shortly after.
All three of your heads turn—yours a little more jaded than the other two men.
"Shit," Toji huffs, running a hand through his sweat slicked hair.
Jin quickly shuffles up and nearly falls over as he tries to move away from the bed. Muttering like the responsible man he is, "I'll get it, hold on."
You watch him slowly walk to the door and tug at his pants to hopefully hide the boner he'd popped somewhere in between eating you out.
Before completely embarrassing himself, Jin manages to get his footing in order and tries to compose his face into something of normalcy as he reaches the door. Behind him, the bed creaks carefully as Toji shifts onto it to hopefully being out of anyone's line of sight.
“Ah, Megumi, you’re up a little late, no?” Jin clucks tenderly at the door, pressing himself out for a moment and waving back at the two of you.
The door is shut carefully behind him and you and Toji are motionless as you both strain your ears to hear to muffled sounds of the man talking to the kid.
Slowly, you and Toji look at one another before he snorts. Shaking his head, “Kid’s got the worst timin’.”
You swallow carefully and look around, “Should I—“
“Nah, c’mere.” Toji cuts off quickly, not letting you believe for even a moment that this little intervention would stop him from having you exactly the way he's wanted to for quite some time.
You're left to merely gulp before you find yourself in yet another unexpected position.
——
Jin returns to the two of you after putting Megumi back to bed and walks in to see you on Toji's lap.
Your back is to his broad chest and Toji's got one hand in between your legs as the other plays with your tits—the display set up as if to put on a show for the shyer man.
“Awh, what a pretty sight this is.” Jin says thankfully, walking up to the bed with his eyes shamefully fixated on your shiny cunt, “Cute pussy can’t even handle a couple fingers.”
“And she’s supposed to take cock? Pfft, how pathetic.” Toji says as he plucks those same thick digits right out of you and smack! smack! smacks! at your swollen folds. “Don’t even think a tip can fit in here—especially not mine.” He scoffs.
A pout pops out across your lips, “So make it fit, asshole—“
“Now, now," Jin cuts off to scold, "That’s no way to talk to the same man who’s making you feel good, is it?”
Your frown only deepens as you try your best to flash the man a pleading look in hopes of getting him to understand, “But-“
“No buts, if you want this to continue, you’ll be nice ‘n good for the both of us. Yeah?” Jin interrupts as he casually takes his shirt off.
You stupidly nod your head and Toji moves to grab your jaw, forcing your mouth open as he tugs. “Use your words, brat. Are y’gonna be good for us or not?”
Accompanying his rough way of handling you is Jin coming in close to push at your legs and get a closer look of the rude way in which Toji’s fingertips are pounding into your squelchy pussy.
“Hnngh! Y-Yes, Toji." You whine as your defiant composure melts away embarrassingly fast, "M’gonna be good.”
“That's our sweet girl.” Jin praises before leaning forward and kissing your inner thigh.
You could feel Toji’s dick throbbing against your ass due to how wet you were around his fingers.
Somewhere deep down, you wished you hated how attentive they both were to your pleasure—how they both exceeded whatever sinful expectations you had for them by a long shot.
And to think, that was mostly the start of it.
Toji had only fingerfucked you to another slippery orgasm to make sure you were ready to handle what was to come. You'd no idea that the two men planned to stuff you in one go, in the most literal way possible.
Double penetration. You'd thought about it only a few times in the past whenever you thought of both Jin and Toji at the same time but those little fantasies of yours shine little in face of the real thing.
If the first stretch of Jin's stupidly lengthy cock alone wasn't enough to have strangled moans of pure bliss flying out of your throat then his nasty words of encouragement sure as hell did.
“Yeahh?" His voice husked out against your ear just as his drippy tip kissed the very hilt of your cunt, "Does that feel good? Is Jin makin’ this sweet pussy feel good? Hm?”
All you could do was dumbly nod at him before Toji's thicker length was smudging up against where Jin held you open, his gaze focused down on the debauched sight, “Aw, look at her. Weepin’ all over that cock—what a messy slut.”
“Jin,” You gasp as you reached forward to claw at Toji’s shirt. “T-Toji..” Just as his name spilled past your lips, he was nudging himself in—pressing Jin's cock impossibly deeper and leaving your hole to be promptly stretched out on the both of them.
The whimper that exited you had Jin grunting at your neck, “Shhh, shhh. You can take it. Look at how well we both fit in here.” He assures right as Toji's dick knocked right up against where his tip had already smooched up.
The tight squeeze of it all was more than enough to let all three of you know this wasn't gonna last long at all.
Even so, Toji was trying to make every squelching second count, “Mhmm, it’s like you were made to take us both," He huffs in agreeance with Jin, leaning forward to plant kisses across your jaw, "Juuuust like this.”
The sleazy extension of his syllables causes your nails to scrape out against whatever was available, leading both of them to hiss in unison somehow.
“Ohhh, she’s gettin’ tighter, Toji.” Jin's full-on smiling now as if he couldn't feel his balls straining not to empty into you right then 'n there.
“Yeah, I feel it,” Toji tries to huff out confidently—like he’s not nearing the same edge as his pink haired friend at the moment. Focusing on you once more, his words slither across your hot skin, “Are you gonna cum on us again?”
Your nod tells them that you’re nothing short of fucked-out, especially as drool glides out from the corner of your lips while you gape, “Uhuhhh.”
“Poor girl,” Jin chuckles, the laughter making both cocks inside you twitch against one another, “She’s so fucked out she can barely think.”
One last, “Awh.” is all you get from Toji before your body adjusts everrrrr so slightly in between them and all three of you choke on a breath.
Your orgasm crashes in first and you’re pretty sure your vision is pure white as streaks of pleasure cloud your eyes. Meanwhile Jin finishes next and the feeling of your mixed cum makes Toji mutter something filthy just under his breath.
Not that any of you hear it though, considering how out of it you all are.
Then, right in the middle of you being double stuffed with creamy loads of cum and as both men try their best to fuck their release into sticking, the bedroom door swings open.
Standing directly in the middle of the bedroom is obviously you, Toji, and Jin but the sight is revealed to none other than the one and only Sukuna—who’s bedroom you’d been inside of all this time.
Y’know, in case any of you forgot (you all did).
At the sight, Sukuna’s left rightfully furious and it's of no surprise when he scoffs out a confused, "What. the. fuck."
Whoops.
Guess you should've picked Choso's room instead-
"What? Did Yuji leave some of his stuff in here again?" Comes out softly from yet another voice just behind Sukuna. Peaking his head in is none other than the one man in all this who's age isn't as controversially older, "Oh-," Choso gasps, batting his thick dark lashes, "Oh shit."
synopsis . In which your annoyingly dense roommate catches you moaning his name in the shower and finally does something about it.
content . afab!reader, porn w some plot, shower shenanigans, pervertedness, improper use of a shower head, praise, overstim, rough sex, pervy!reader, manhandling, getting caught, dirty talk, filth, reader's downbad, degrading, toji’s a himbo on purpose, praise, dumbification, possible second-hand embarrassment, heavy lusting, lots of tension, backshots, hair pulling, getting your freak matched (lol), panty sniffing, finger sucking, size kink—he's huge as per usual, etc.
word count . 8.7k || author's note: This is a repost from kamitv, if it looks familiar, that's why. Banner art from, "Ikyouto Kouryuukai"
You’ve been trying to fuck Toji since the day he moved in.
You don’t know if the guy is painfully oblivious, doesn’t know how to catch hints, or if he’s acting the way he is on purpose but he's driving you insane in more ways than one. By now, he really should've caught on to what it is you want from him. You haven't directly asked him to fuck yet but one more failed attempt at catching your very obvious hints and you just might.
Hell, you’re the one paying the rent most of the time and whenever you cover for him, you even try throwing in one of those clichés, “There’s another way you could pay for this month” at him but it’s no use! All he does is stiffen up a little and give you this deer-in-headlights stare, clearly wondering what the hell you mean by that.
If you didn’t want cash what else did you want from him? It’s not like his over six-foot-tall, sexy, bulky body has anything else to offer to you. Yeah, at some point you realize the guy is all looks and little to no brain.
Good thing for you, you just want what’s in his pants.
——
It's early in the morning as you crawl out of your bed and slip yourself into one of his many shirts that have "accidentally" gotten mixed up with your laundry, clad in nothing more than a bra and panties beneath the fabric. You had a few reasons for purposefully mixing your clothes with his.
One, you liked wearing his things because it constantly reminded you how big he was in comparison to you. That, and everything still smelled like that painfully cheap cologne he always wore even after multiple washes. So whenever he left, you'd sometimes tuck yourself into your bedroom and get off on that scent once you started missing his presence a little too much.
Another reason you liked having all your laundry mixed up is because you really wanted to get some kind of reaction out of him whenever he picked up a pair of your most sinful garments. There was only one time where you happened to see him pulling out your lingerie from his laundry bin and unfortunately, the most that earned from him was a long unreadable stare as he looked over the fabric and then tossed it elsewhere.
You could never tell if he did those kinds of things out of respect or if he truly had no interest in you whatsoever. But, somewhere deep down inside, you knew neither of those things were true. Toji always looked at you like he was imagining the several different ways in which he could fold you up and stuff his dick inside you but, he just never said anything.
His eyes and overall facial expression spoke more than enough for you. You could spot lust in someone's eyes from a mile away. You just couldn't figure out why he wasn't catching your hints or throwing you any outside of his hungry gazes.
But—no matter what the truth behind the situation is—you still wear his clothes around the house in hopes of getting a real reaction out of him and today was no different.
When you stroll out of your room and make your way to the kitchen, you're pleasantly surprised to see him awake this early and standing at the refrigerator, shirtless too. Your eyes immediately widen and start swallowing up every inch of his beefy arms and chest, muscles contracting and bulging naturally with his every little movement as he does nothing more than stare into the open fridge with a bottle of water pressed to his lips, sipping slowly.
You hate the way that dirty part of you wishes his lips were smeared across your cunt instead of the top of that stupid plastic rim. God, the things you would give to—
"Mornin' roomie," Toji's thick morning voice bellows out, practically slapping you out of your filthy thoughts in one quick second. Then those sneaky green eyes of his slide over to you, trickle down your body, and you hear the way his next swallow of that transparent liquid seems to be slower-, heavier.
Shaking out of your daze, "Good morning, Toji," you greet sweetly, like you always do. "You're up early," You fully enter the kitchen now and glance past him to catch sight of the embarrassingly empty refrigerator. "Hungry?"
He nods before he speaks, gaze still clouded in sleepiness whilst they trail your every move, "Mhm, cravin' something sweet."
And see, it's times like this when you'd think that's an open door to flirt but, every time you do it fails miserably because this guy doesn't know what flirting is!
"Oh yeah?" You chime, ears perking up all of a sudden. Now you're walking towards him and bending down toward the open fridge he's leaning against, giving him the most unshameful view of the way your lacy panties hug the curve of your ass. "Well, it's a shame we're all out of snacks," You point out slowly, hips swaying just a fraction to the side. "Unless you want something else, y'know, something sweeter?"
Any guy would've caught on to what you meant. You were practically offering yourself up to him here! And yet...
Toji raises a thin brow and stares down at you all regularly, "Like what?" He asks before tilting his head in that naturally whorish way that makes you wonder if you're the one not catching the hints here, "You don't have a cake or something hidden in that room of yours, do you?"
Your eyes seal shut at the sound of that. This is exactly what makes things so difficult for you.
Sighing, you redirect your attention into the fridge and reach into the back for a frosty bottle of water for yourself, "No, Toji, there's no hidden cake in my room." You say before standing up straight and looking at him again, "I was talking about me."
He blinks slowly—appearing as though there weren't a single thought inside that handsome head of his—and then chuckles, "You were talking about yourself? I said I was hungry, lady, how're you supposed to fill me up, huh?"
Mentally, you were palming your own face. You've never dealt with a man like this before. "Oh my god, never mind." You huff before turning on your heels and stepping away from him.
You don't make it very far before you feel something pinching the end of his shirt and then tug at your body. You stumble until your backside presses up against something. He hadn't meant to pull you back so hard but now your frame was slightly sandwiched to his and instead of batting an eyelash at it, he merely tips his head down towards your ear.
"You're just gonna walk away instead of feeding me?" Toji asks in that lazy drawl that has something hot blooming in the lowest pits of your stomach.
A scoff flies out of you, "You're a grown ass man, I don't need to feed you." At least not in the way he’s thinking…
Your roommate snorts and the air from it tickles the tip of your ear, making you shudder a little. "Yeah, but you were sayin' something about having something sweeter for me," The man recalls all proudly like one big idiot.
You have to bite back a laugh at that. Shaking your head again, "Yes, Toji, and I was... I was making a joke."
"Oh,” He murmurs nonchalantly. To which you grow annoyed by his constant obliviousness and start pulling away from, causing him to maneuver his grasp on the shirt you have on and keep you still, "Wait.”
Your breath tangles up in your throat at the way your ass unintentionally rubs back against him, "W-What is it?"
"Why do you keep pulling away like that?" Toji questions, like he can’t feel his own dick snuggling against the soft curve of your butt.
You angle your head back in a way that literally anyone else would view as sinful, whispering, "We're too close. I..."
Your voice battles with itself as words begin to fail you. Then your brain starts doing that annoying perverted thing again. If he kept holding onto your shirt like this, you’d start bending over and letting him have his way with you any moment now.
It’s all you can think about with how his docile but thick cock is felt through all the fabrics between you both. Something inside you fights the urge to rub more firmly against him and inevitably get it up. You could just imagine how good it’d be to feel Toji grow hard—his length probably doubling in size and reacting to all your little moments. Fuck, you-
"You what?" He questions indifferently, cutting off your train of thought and making you realize you never quite finished your statement.
"Let go of my shirt," You’re trying to pull away from him again and his grip on it seems to be loosening a little.
The corner of his scarred lips twitched up into an amused smirk, "My shirt, you mean."
You roll your eyes, "Whatever, just let go." Then you manage to step away again but you still don’t make it very far before he’s forcing you back.
This time he swiftly wraps some of the fabric of his shirt around his hand and bundles it upward before giving it another firmer pull. You feel a brush of cool air slap all against your upper thighs and your backside with the way he holds your shirt up enough for it to expose everything from your mid-torso and down.
Then the idiot doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, not looking down to see that the dark lace hugging all your goods is exposed. Gasping as you feel him pressing against you again, "Toji!"
He finally cocks his head over and glances downwards. "This doesn't even fit you," Toji points out based on how much fabric he was able to grab onto.
"I bet you could," You blurt out shamelessly as your eyes roll off into the same direction his head is turned.
Almost darkened, those pretty verdant eyes of his snap up to yours, "Huh?"
You don’t shy away from him in the slightest, taking it as far as to look him up and down, "You heard me," Then your voice gets even more solid with him, "I said I bet you could fit me."
Toji blinks once-, twice, and you can just tell your words have soared way over his head. He’s visibly clueless in more ways than one, "The hell does that mean?"
See? Fuckin' idiot.
Instead of getting annoyed by it, you decide to be as blunt as it gets. Because there’s no way he could misinterpret what you mean when you say, "Inside me, dumbass."
Your roommate—ever the oblivious—lets one of his thin brows lift steadily in conclusion. "I could fit inside you?" He asks carefully. Things have never been more evident than they are right now, there's absolutely no way this is gonna fly over his head any further-, "How would that even work? My hand alone is bigger than your face, and the rest of me is clearly a lot larger than you are so I don't think my body could fit in yours when-"
"Jesus Christ, never mind, Toji.” You whine before moving a hand back and smacking at his grasp on you until he eventually lets go. You then groan and start walking away with heavy, aggravated steps, “Never mind!"
You’re beginning to think that maybe the slight differentiation in age between the two of you is ultimately getting to him. In the beginning, him being older than you used to turn you on but now it was starting to piss you the hell off since the old fart doesn’t remember what very obvious flirting looks like anymore.
"Wait, where're you going?” Toji calls out from somewhere behind you as you turn the corner and disappear into the hallway, "You're confusing me!"
"You're always confused, forget it!” You shout back, walking into your room and softly slamming the door behind you.
Left alone in the kitchen, Toji takes it upon himself to try—honestly try—to understand what you meant. It’s not like he was wrong, he is much larger than you so it’d be quite difficult to “fit” inside you. Hell, he doesn’t even know why you’d come up with such an idea. You always said strange things like that so by now he was mostly used to it.
But this was the first time you seemed to be truly upset about his lack of understanding. Which, in a way, was kinda cute. Toji’s standing in the kitchen just smiling to himself at how amusing you looked storming off all brattily just because you couldn’t find it in yourself to explain your own words to him.
Snickering to himself, "...Weirdo," he mutters just under his breath as he turns to the fridge in hopes that something new will pop out to him now.
——
After a while of waiting for some type of food to magically appear in front of him, Toji calls it quits on lingering around the kitchen. Between the few grumbles from his stomach, he couldn't help but think about you and why you'd been acting weirder than normal today.
You haven't spoken to him since that little misunderstanding, or even come out of your room for all he knows so, he is a bit concerned and something in him is telling him that maybe he should apologize. With this in mind, he heads down the hallway towards your closed bedroom door.
It's been a couple hours now so he hopes you've cooled off enough to at least talk things out with him. He swears to himself that one of these days he'll stop playing dumb with you and maybe even give you a taste of what you want from him but, pushing your buttons like this is arguably a lot more fun.
Except for when it has you going all nonverbal like this, of course.
Toji stands outside your door ready to knock before he hears a sound from the bathroom just a few feet over. His brows shoot up as he realizes you're probably in there and he quickly figures he can make this whole ordeal super simple by apologizing from the door.
At least this way he doesn't have to deal with those glares of yours. Approaching the bathroom, he starts with a heavy little knock, earning a stretched-out moment of no response.
The bathroom is the only room in the apartment with walls thicker than ever so most times it's hard to hear anything from the outside while you're in there and the same thing vice versa.
Because of this, your roommate knocks again and just starts talking, “Hey, I know you’re in there showerin’ right now but uh...” He pauses to chew on his lower scarred lip while he thinks about his next words carefully. Toji breathes out a soft sigh and leans his head against the bathroom door, “I jus’ wanted to come say sorry for earlier, doll. Didn’t want you to spend all day bein’ upset with me over nothing, y'know?”
He still doesn't hear any kind of reply from you so he fears that either something happened to you in there or that you truly hadn't heard a word he said.
The tall man stands there all awkwardly for a long moment whilst debating whether or not he should walk away and apologize later. He fidgets with his fingers in the pockets of his sweats for a second before moving to knock on the door again. His hand lifts but he stops right before his knuckles tap across the wood and instead decides to press his ear against the door.
He only wanted to make sure you were okay, nothing else.
Toji hears the water running perfectly fine but, it almost sounds quieter than normal, as if it wasn't set to its typical stream. Then again you probably have your preferred showering methods so he doesn't question that too much. What he does begin to question is the sounds he starts hearing in the following seconds.
It's faint but there's this little whine coming from inside in between all the splashes of water, “T-Tooji, hahh, fuuuck…” You're heard uttering. Then there's a soft thump as if your back had hit a wall and his ears are twitching as if interested in hearing more, “R-Right there, yesyes, just like that—mmgh!”
From where he is, it sounded like you were struggling with something in there so as his brows are busy pinching together, his voice is coming out in a light whisper instead of something solid at first, “Are you…” He catches himself with a cough and a clearing of his throat, speaking up louder now, “You alright in there?”
“Shit,” You gasp as you're caught off guard.
Just your luck that the one time you decide to rub one out with the assistance of the shower head, Toji comes along interrupting you. The steady and rapid stream of perfectly tempered water against your clit for the past few minutes while you drove your stubborn fingers in and out of your soaked cunt had felt so good.
The last thing you were expecting was for your idiot of a roommate to come knocking. Especially since it's his name you were moaning.
Does that mean you stop what you're doing to have a proper conversation with the man? No—you're a pervert—of course not.
“Yeah-, yes, m’fine!" You huff out all breathlessly whilst your thighs naturally draw together in slight shame.
“Sounded like you said my name,” Toji yells back to you. Fuck, he heard you. Maybe he didn't realize it was a moan? His hand meets the bathroom's doorknob cautiously and he's still pressing you with his questions, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Toji,” You say again, feeling as the shower water angles juuust right against your aching clit. You could barely focus on the conversation at hand.
The poor man on the other side of the door only gets more concerned for your condition, wondering if maybe you'd slipped onto the floor and you were calling for him to come inside and help you. He slowly twists the knob in his hand—hardly surprised to see that the damn thing isn't locked—but doesn't push the door open just yet, “What? M’right here."
There's another soft thump from inside as you head makes soft contact with the shower's wall behind you, “Fuck, I-I can’t..."
“Can’t what?” He rushes, letting the door slowly creak open an inch or two now so he can hear you a little better, “Do you want me to come in—”
“Please, nngh-, yes!” You're moaning again and Toji finally steps into the bathroom.
The air is steamy and he doesn't see you laid out in the middle of the floor so that was good. But if you hadn't fallen over then why the fuck were you calling for him like that? Surely you're not...
“Toji,” He hears you utter again.
This time it makes his body heat up. The airiness in your tone, all delicate like a sultry whisper caressing against his eardrums. You've said his name like that a few times in the past and although you don't know it—since he hides it pretty well—it never fails to turn him on.
Ignoring it for now, “Did you even hear my apology?” Toji asks you to deflect what he's fifty percent sure you're behind that curtain doing right now. He happens to glance around the room, spotting your pile of recently worn clothes and then the neatly folded stuff not too far off from it.
He quietly walks over to it and fishes for the pair of underwear you plan on wearing, plucking it up and bringing it towards his nose to smell. It's got the scent of your detergent on it and as soon as the fumes fly through his nose, he's moving his free hand down to palm at the slight twitching of his cock.
Then he snatches the item away from his face and looks around the bathroom counter, noticing your lack of a towel and clearing his throat again. “Hey, where’s your towel?" Toji asks as if he truly gave a damn about the item, "Is uh, is that why you called me in here like that...?”
Something filthy almost slips past your lips at the sound of his heavy voice carrying all throughout the bathroom's rather acoustic-like walls. Your gaze may have been a little hazy from the shower's steam but you could still make out his hefty silhouette from behind the wet curtain in front of you.
Biting your lip for a moment, you look down at the fingers you'd recently pulled out of yourself and the way the water is still lightly running over your clit, feeling your pussy throb for more attention. Y'know, more attention than you alone cannot give yourself. Then you look up and work up enough confidence to say, “Toji, come here.”
He's busy opening cabinets in search of a spare towel to hand you, still assuming that's what you're calling him for, “I’m tryin’ to get your towel, hold–”
Unintentionally, your thumb flicks over one of the buttons on the shower head, making its gentle stream switch to the jet. And then instinctively, you let out another moan without thinking, “Toji."
Every part of his body freezes. Well, except for his cock. That guy stands straight up at attention as if it was him you specifically called for. Toji squeezes his eyes shut tightly because he knows damn well he can't sit here and act like he didn't hear that.
Maybe this was his sign to stop playing dumb with you?
Opening his eyes to glance over at the shower curtain, hearing the water running with more pressure to it now. Toji scoffs and then stands all the way up, “Did you just moan my name?”
You swallow down the next sinful sound that threatens to fly out of you. The image of his face all scolding and disapproving with you was at the forefront of your mind right now and you wanted nothing more than to hear him keep using that tone with you.
“I n-need your help,” You whine sweetly, moving the jet stream away from yourself for a moment to breathe out a more grounded, “Please?”
Toji turns on his heels but doesn't start walking towards you just yet, “What do you want me to do?” He asks, staring directly at your shower curtain and really trying his best not to picture how you look standing all wet and needy behind it.
Then he hears you huff and his lips twitch as you groan, “Stop playing dumb and get in here.”
He’s been keeping up with this little clueless act long enough now, hasn’t he? Toji hears the way you whine for him in your room late at night when you think you’re being quiet; he catches every hint you throw at him and has always intentionally averted them, so he thinks he can let himself indulge in what he really wants now.
Moving his hands down to the hem of the shirt he just threw on a few minutes ago, you watch the way his silhouette moves around and hear the teasing shuffling coming from him as he removes his clothes. Toji doesn’t say anything and you’re standing a mere shower curtain away from seeing the hunky guy completely naked after so many nights of fantasizing about it. You’ve already tried to imagine the way his cock looks more times than you can count and now you’re finally about to see it.
You’re practically drooling down your inner thighs, the slick coating your skin coming from more than the shower water alone. The bottom skin of your lip is lightly clasped in between your teeth as you nibble on it in anticipation and run your fingers over one another anxiously.
You could hear the soft thumps on the floor whenever he dropped another item of clothing and fuck if you weren’t getting even wetter from all this drawn-out tension alone. Every second seemed to drag out far longer than it needed to and you were one minute away from shoving the curtain open yourself.
Luckily, you soon hear his bare feet tapping against the floor steadily as he creeps closer to the shower and then lifts a hand to move it aside.
You immediately look down hoping to see everything he has to offer you and yet, your entire expression is left disappointed to see that he still has his boxers on. But, hey, at least you have that fat bulge to ogle at until you hear him sneering at you.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Toji scolds again, even though his greedy eyes are very much running up and down your body faster than the droplets of water slithering along your skin. “I only took my clothes off so they wouldn’t get wet.” He adds on as if you cared.
You both knew damn well you’d be even more annoyed if he opened that curtain and was still fully dressed. At least you were getting somewhere with him.
You push yourself off of the wall and step forward, “Are you always this dense?”
“Huh? I’m not–,” He’s quickly cut off by you tugging him in the shower by the waistband of his dark-shaded boxers. “Woah, roomie, you’ve got some strength to ya’,” Toji chuckles halfheartedly, trying to distract you from the fact that his cock is a smearing hot mess of precum all over the fabric now.
Now that he’s sharing a space with you, you continue to hold him by the one clothing item he has on and then lean in to press your body up against his. A delicate pout presses out against your lips, “Can you help me?”
He looks down at you all indifferently like his breath isn’t currently struggling against his lungs to keep steady at the way your soaked tits feel slipping against his skin, “Help you with what?”
You’ve got your bare body pressed against his and yet he still can’t put the pieces together? “Toji!” You huff, sulking in front of him at the way he can’t seem to use his brain—
Your roommate finally breaks out that sexy, lopsided smile of his. The kinda smile that has your pussy throbbing for any kind of attention. Then he moves to take your jaw into his hand, pushing his thumb up to press past the cute pout in your lips, “I can’t do anything to you until you act like you know how to use this properly.”
Oh you’re instantly rendered speechless in front of him for the first time. Stammering out a faint, “H-Huh?” in response.
His cock starts twitching again and his thumb glides across the drool already building up against your skin, “Pretty fuckin’ mouth…” Toji drawls out in this thickly aroused tone you’ve never had the pleasure of hearing from his throat until now, “Always talking to me like some whore yet you say everything except what you really want.”
Stopping yourself from slutting yourself out for the man without question or argument, “That’s not true,” You refute, “I’m very blunt with you. You’re just d-dumb—mngh!”
The moan that flops out of you was quite embarrassing to say the least. All he did was move his other hand down, use two sturdy fingers to tap at your inner thighs, gesture for you to part them, and then take those same digits to rub over that glossy cunt of yours.
Gathering your arousal on his fingertips, he looms down to your ear and his breath is torrid enough to send shivers down your spine, “You really think I don’t know why you do the things you do?” Toji snickers, “Doll, all I wanted was for you to ask for it, directly.”
His middle and ring fingertips glide up towards your clit and testingly rub around the achy bud a couple times, leaving you to stutter out a rather pretty-toned, "I-I can't just-"
“If you can offer yourself up to me like a piece of candy first thing in the morning, then you can ask me for some cock,” He hums directly into your ear, his every word flowing straight down to your cunt in hot, gushing waves. When you let out some inaudible response instead of something he can actually work with, his lips quirk up higher and his fingers begin to work their way down to your sopping hole, “C’mon now, speak up.”
“Toji,” You whine, mind feeling fuzzy already even though he’s barely even touching you.
Maybe you had imagined this very thing happening too many times. Now that it was actually happening—now that he was literally working your pussy lips apart with glossy strides—you couldn't do or say half the things you thought you would. Anything you do manage is only natural for you, such as the way your back arches when his long, stocky fingers finally dip past your plush folds.
“I know you’re not tryin’ to act shy on me here,” He teases, curling the plump tips of his digits up against your walls before dragging the motion back down and then repeating it a few times. This leaves the two of you to sit there breathing heavily and listening to the sloppy smacks your cunt leaked out, all honeyed 'n aroused against his hand, “I’ve already got my fingers inside you, if you need more like you’re always acting like you do then, fucking ask.”
He feels your pussy hug his fingers tightly in reaction, simply refusing to let him pull them out too far before he sinks them in even deeper and earns a perky slosh from below in response. Mouth slightly dangling open now with his thumb still swatting against your inner cheeks just to have you looking like even more of a slut, “I want… hah, Toji can we-,” You cut yourself off to look away for a moment.
Quickly disapproving of the lessening attention on him, his thumb presses further back into your mouth and right against the center of your tongue, “Look at me, doll. Right here,” He directs gently, even as his hand tugs your face over so that you can't look away no matter how hard you try. “Atta’ girl. Carry on now,” Toji praises kindly.
“Can we have sex?” Your timid whisper against the finger he has in your mouth almost makes him laugh. Instead of doing that and making you feel even more embarrassed than you already were, he thrusts the digits tucked into your cunt farther and then plucks his thumb out past your lips.
There’s one filthy string of saliva hanging between the two of you but he ignores it for now just to angle his head down closer to your face. His ear is at your lips now so he can’t miss a single word, “Huh? Speak up, baby. I can’t hear you. What is it you need from me, exactly?”
“I need you to fuck me, Toji,” You whine. From the close proximity the two of you were at now, he was able to capture every hitch and every faint stammer of shyness in your voice—which only made his dick pulsate all angrily as it hardened with full, anxious demand against his boxers. Then your voice got impossibly lovelier, “Please, I want it so bad.”
Somewhere in his head he's wondering why the fuck he didn't give in to you sooner. There's nothing hotter than having his sexy roommate dripping all over his fingers and begging him to fuck him like she'd die without it, Toji thinks. “It?” He whispers, aching for further clarification.
It was almost like pulling teeth trying to get you to be more vulgar with him but, he needed it. He's thought about it almost just as much as you have. There's been countless sleepless nights where he's wondered what you'd sound like saying all the dirty things he wishes you'd utter to him. The flirting is cute, it really is but nothing beats a direct statement.
“Your cock,” You manage to murmur to him.
To which you feel the fat of Toji's thumb press against your clit and ease out his initials around the delicate bundle of nerves, “Ohhh, s’that why you’re drooling like this on my fingers?” He asks.
Your cunt responds before you do with a gorgeous slop of slick glazing the skin of his fingers whilst he eases them out of you. “Mhmm,” You hum, biting at your bottom lips again, “I’ve been wanting it.."
“I know,” Toji admits. Then your hand comes out to hold onto his arms, fingernails digging into his sturdy muscles hard enough to leave marks for him to admire later. Your roommate looks down at the contact and huffs softly, “And I’ve been waiting for you to ask for it like a whore with some manners, at least.”
Now his fingers were properly fucking you. The sensation was far better than anything you could've accomplished on your own and just like you'd hoped he would, he never fails to force your legs to stay open as he applies more pressure against that spongey g-spot of yours. Each time you try hunching forwards and then pushing at his arm as if you didn't want it, he can't help the way his breathing grows even more uneven.
You were too fuckin' cute.
The fact that you're the same woman who's been not-so-indiscreetly throwing herself at him for months and now you're pushing his arm away like the pleasure was too much for you was truly something humorous for him.
Or at least, it's funny to him up until he gets a proper look at your face. Shit, he didn't know you could make an expression so slutty—brows scrunched up, lower lip poking out with drool, and eyes all drunk 'n starved for him. The sight makes his body slump even closer to you until he's unconsciously got you pressed up against the wall again.
One of his strong legs is in between yours to keep them apart after one too many attempts of you clamping your thighs together and he's hardly even paying attention to what he's doing with his fingers at this point. He's been with enough women in the past to naturally remember what spots to touch but ever since he started living with you, he hasn't even thought about another woman, let alone go out and touch one.
Toji worried he may have lost his skill but considering the way you're falling apart all around his thick digits, it's clear he hasn't forgotten shit. You feel him thumb at your clit a little faster as if you were a literal toy to be played with, his other two busied fingers making themselves at home against your g-spot with thrashing thrusts against it.
Your hips were still bucking for more somehow because even though you were about to cum, you never wanted it to end. Somewhere in your head you told yourself that if you got off on his fingers then that would be it and things would end right there.
So—fearfully—you reach your free hand down to his boxers and start tugging.
Toji's fingers stutter inside you as he loses his pace for a second, choking on his breath, “Fuuck, wait a second, baby." He huffs. You ignore him and let your hand cup the shape of his cock over the fabric. To which he groans, "I’ll give it to ya’, just-, hahh... just let me finish prepping this cute hole of yours..."
“I-I don’t need prep, Toji. I just need you,” You argue as his fingers increase in speed against your sobbing walls, practically searching your insides for that delicious orgasm he wanted to drag out of you. But when you lift your hips away from his hand and add on a light, “Pleeease," that's when he realizes his roommate happens to be nothing more than a brat in need of some taming.
The man would never let you pull yourself away too far, not when he knows he's got you right where he wants you already. So, he scoffs as if annoyed and then his gripping free hand finds the thick of your hip, forcing you right back down into place where you belong. “You’re adorable, really. But I already told you earlier,” He starts lowly, “I can’t fit inside you... Not without me stretchin’ you out first, anyway.”
Your lashes bat over one another repetitively, your whines and moans tangling up in your throat due to the bullying way he starts scissoring his fingertips against your walls. “Hahh—mmgh! S-So you did know what I meant!” You gasp as your eyes widen and the hand you have on his arm moves for a second just to playfully hit him.
“Course’ I did,” Toji smiles at you again, “You would’ve been fucked stupid over that counter if you just said you wanted to see if my cock fits inside you or not.”
You hate hearing how easy it would've been to get what you wanted had you just been completely shameless with it, “Fuck, you’re so annoying.”
His brow cocks up, “Is this annoying too?” The man emphasizes his words by spelling his name out over your clit in slow motion, making sure you feel each letter indent itself in every direction around and against your twitchy lil' bud.
“Hnngh, n-no.." You mewl deliciously, head flying back to rest against the shower wall, "That feels s’good."
“Bet it does.” He replies with an abrupt husk of pride breaking out in between his words. As your wet pussy continues to gush and gush out all against his hand, his confidence is beginning to show itself to you in full force—almost as if he's suddenly remembered who the hell he is, “You touch yourself like this to the thought of me?”
“Uhuhh, a-all the time,” Your honesty has his cock jumping against the palm of your hand and both of you are quickly becoming a mess of bucking hips and need.
The steam that's enveloped the room is from everything but the warm shower water at this point. Hell, the damn thing is practically forgotten by now as the hanging head sprays water against one of the corners all idly.
“Really?” Toji asks finally, not quite looking for a response since he's well aware of the answer. He then plucks his fingers out of you at the very millisecond you felt yourself about to cum and pops them into his mouth for a moment to suck your taste off. You stand there with slightly wobbly legs, feeling your orgasm die out pathetically inside you.
Your eyes find his face and you watch with a frustrated little glare in your gaze while he moans around the digits in his mouth as if you're not currently suffering from being left on edge so abruptly. Your lips twitch to flit out a complaint to him but when all his touches leave you and he takes a step back to finally remove his boxers, you think anything negative or bratty you had to say dies even faster than your orgasm just did.
Fuck, you actually think you could cum touchless when Toji hauls that thick cock free for your desperate eyes to gape at. After a couple quick strokes of smearing what's left of your slick and his saliva along the jagged veins decorating his shaft, your roommate looks into your eyes and the sudden attention makes you unintentionally whine.
It was single-handedly (literally) the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. Now, you don't know if that's just because you've been waiting on this for so long or if it's because you like seeing Toji stupidly erect for you but—either way—the only thing in your head now is filth.
Holding the weight of his dick up by its swollen base, he tips his head to the side and his voice is nothing short of whorish, “You spend all your time fantasizing about this cock?” He asks you casually.
You break the eye contact with him and look down at it again, drool fulling spilling past the corners of your lips now, “Yeahhh..."
His lips twitch and he steps towards you, “Heh, perv.”
“For you, yeah."
Toji's sweltering tip spurts out a cute glisten of precum at your words, in which he tries to hide by sliding his thumb in between the slit of his cock head and spreading his bit of excitement around. As if you hadn't already noticed it or something...
“For me? That’s cute,” He compliments with a nod of his chin towards your leg. You take the motion as a sign to lift said leg up and you end up balancing yourself up somewhat sideways against the wall. One arm resting against it and the other hooked underneath your raised leg, leaving your slick-splattered cunt on full display. “But I think you’d slut yourself out like this to any hot guy that played clueless just like I did,” Toji claims.
You gasp half-offendedly, "N-No I wouldn’t!”
“Mmh, I think otherwise," He argues, green gaze fixated on the way he's got his lewdly spilling cockhead lathering itself in between your puffy folds, "I bet if I called my buddy Shiu over right now you’d be excited to let him get a taste of this slutty pussy.”
“That’s—ohfuck," You choke as he starts pushing into you, purposefully waiting for you to start talking before he did so just to hear you lose your wording. "T-That's different.”
“Is it? I’ve got more friends I’m sure you’d be interested in too,” Toji continues speaking nonchalantly like he isn't currently stuffing the rude bulk of his cock a couple thick inches into you, leaving your cunt to let out soaked squeals around every inch that enters you.
You knew he was big but fuck, it was way more than you were expecting—far bigger than any dildo you've ever bounced on, pretending it was him—and wiiide enough for your eyes to light up with a slutty array of stars 'n gloss coating your irises. Toji's so glad he catches it too because it's downright the prettiest thing he's ever seen before.
He thought your expression from earlier was something only a true slut could have painted across their features but this-, oh this was something else entirely. He's not even sure if it's because of the thought of him bringing his other hot friends over to fuck you or if it's because you're feeling his pent-up need for you thrust past your snug ring of half-resistance.
“Yeah, look at’cha," The man pants, moving your hand out the way so that he could hold your leg up now and continue to fuck his dick into you sideways, "Jus' drooling at the thought of it. Fuckin’ whore.”
When his tip initially kisses the hilt of your soddened pussy—his pelvis pressed neatly to yours—both of you release a blissed-out moan of relief. Neither of you could deny how badly you'd been waiting for this.
Who knew all it would take was you moaning out his name as you got off in the shower?
Speaking of which...
Toji could only get a couple thrusts in before he noticed soft streaks of tears coating your cheeks, which quickly reminded him of the nearby dangling shower head.
He doesn't warn you, doesn't say anything, and doesn't even let you get a moment to get your breathing in order before he's got the damn thing in his hands. The next thing you feel is warm, heavy pressure splattering against your clit in unison with his broad tip imprinting itself against the depths of your cunt. Your pussy gasps around his cock before you so and Toji's hips are slapping against yours a little faster to chase the suckling sensation your walls are busy greeting his every vein with.
You almost lose your balance against the wall with how utterly caught off guard you are. The warm pleasure that sparked hot flashes of bliss all throughout your body from the combination of his hefty length inside you and that lovely shower head streaming all sturdy against your clit was enough to have you dumb with delight.
You're creaming around his cock within the next few seconds. Toji can't even fight off the proud smile that spreads across his uneven lips at the feeling. His thrusts get even faster-, harder to coax you through it and the way he was handling the show head's jet-stream was around your clit was almost better than his thumb had been moments ago.
It's not until your high is dying down and you're trying to pull away from him for a second time that he tosses the shower head and lets it tap into the wall for a moment. Because you keep running from what you've been begging him to give you for months, Toji's handling your body how he pleases all over again.
He shoves your leg over and down, spinning the rest of your fame around so that both of your hands are pressed against the wet shower wall. Then he dips a hand into your arching spine and has you bent over exactly how you wanted to be earlier that day.
You're feeling a hand deepen the arch in your back and another dive into your head of hair to tug before you have a chance to think. You think Toji's cock gets bigger inside you, somehow. Your ass bounces back against him and he's properly handling the entirety of your body as if you were some kinda fucktoy.
You spent all this time thinking you were the pervert in this apartment when in reality, it was him. Toji's imagined having you arched over 'n spread for him like this more times than you could even wrap your head around if he told you.
There's a sharp sting felt against your ass with the way his hand comes down against it all of a sudden, making you moan twice as loud as you had before, “Mmngh! Toji!”
“Oooh," He starts smiling wickedly, pulling your head back further so that he can start talking into your ear again. He never wants you to miss a single word of his, apparently. Grunting against the crown of it, "M'hittin’ deeper now, huh?”
“Yes," Your pussy pulsates with saturated overstimulation around the long span of his cock, "S-So fuckin’-, big… t-too big!”
The sounds of his skin meanly smacking against yours every time he thrusts into that particular spot inside you that has you seeing stars echoes all throughout the small bathroom, practically bouncing off of the walls. Toji slips his hand from your spine to underneath you so he can feel each time his dick creates that fat bulge against your skin.
As soon as he feels the results of his own actions against his palm, he groans, “I tried to warn you,” His hand presses at your lower abdomen—exactly where his ragged girth is resting—and it forces your pussy to clamp deliciously around him, “But nooo, my cockhungry roomie never thinks that far ahead now, does she?”
You shake your head but, he can't tell if that's because you were too fuck-out already or if that was in response to his words.
“All that time thinking I’m the ditzy one here and yet all you do is think about my dick and then get stupid once it’s in ya’,” He mocks meanly, hips bucking forward with heavier motions that have his balls slapping against your clit sinfully, “Shit.."
Toji leans back and looks down, watching his cock disappear inside you and biting his lip at how debauched the lips of your cunt look sucking him in greedily, "Look at ‘er now, swallowing up every inch like she was made for it... Slutty girl."
You hardly have it in you to respond with anything more coherent than a throaty whimper of, “Right there Toji, p-please..”
“I know,” He huffs as if annoyed. Though, you can’t see the way he’s got his brows screwed up because of the way your cunt is guzzling him in perfectly. As he thrashes against your sweet spot again, he breaks out another lopsided smile, “M’here, aren’t I?”
“Ohmygod,” You’re choking, legs beginning to quiver as that tight knot in the lowest pit of your stomach begins to coil up again.
Tilting his head and keeping his eyes taut on your spread lips around his meanly plummeting cock, “Yeahh, y’feelin’ it?”
“S’too much!” You breathe through a widely gaping mouth, saliva dripping down onto the shower floor just as slick was dripping off of his balls from your hypnotically weeping folds, “G-Gonna cum again,”
Toji scoffs, “So cum. Make a pretty mess on that dick,” He encourages with a somewhat lighter smack against your pretty, hand-marked ass cheek. You do exactly that almost instantaneously—every inch of your body shuddering from the back-to-back releases. “Theeere you go. Feel all better now?” He coos.
“Uhuhh,” You’re nodding dumbly against the wall with your eyes flutter shut.
To which his palm smooths over your ass and he mocks you again with a pout, “Use your words, baby.”
“Y-Yes, Toji.” You moan tiredly, “I feel s’much better now but I-, ah! I wanna make you cum too.”
Just as you say that, he notices your hips trying helplessly to push back and meet his continuous thrusts. The gesture is cute, really.
“Oh yeah? Go on then, make me spill inside this pussy since you want it so bad,” His voice is velvety and sweet with you all of a sudden—curating the perfect pitch to help you continue fucking yourself back on him.
No matter how many times you cum, it seems like his cock doesn’t ever stop feeling oh-so-heavenly inside you. Nothing could compare to receiving the very thing you whined for almost nightly.
“Jus’ like that. Don’t stop–don’t you fuckin’ stop.” Toji’s breath quickly gets unsteady when you push back with a bit more purpose, his grip on you becoming something rather trembly and eager, “Almost there, doll. Keep—f-fuuck you feel so good—keep goin’.”
That last praise blearily rolls off of his tongue before he's meeting your ass with his sharply toned pelvis. The weight of his thrusts makes you jerk forward and cry out in surprise. You're slipping off the wall again and just barely he's holding you in place while he brands himself into your pussy via dumping his gooey load of cum into you.
Nasty squelch after squelch sob into the air until both of you feel spent and are left panting hotly, hardly able to hold one another up and teetering on the edge of slipping. Toji gives you some final, lazy pumps of his breeding cock before slumping forward against you.
You probably would've fallen right over if not for the way you steady yourself against the wall while he chases his breath. The moment it's caught in his lungs again, he's kissing your shoulder tenderly like you're not actively going numb in your legs.
"Next time..." He starts out, smearing his words into your skin in between his little pecks, "If you want me to fuck you," Both of arms wrap around you and you think he's hugging you for a second but, then you feel his hands come up to lovingly squeeze your tits—lips at your neck, "You'll come present yourself to me 'n ask, yeah?"
You let a harmless scoff fall out of you, "Or you can just fuck me whenever you want."
Toji lifts his head to look at you-, like, really look at you. Then you watch how slow he blinks, as if he couldn't believe what you just said, "You're giving me your consent to free use, roomie?"
"Mhm," You hum in response.
The last smile he gives you is something dirty, "Wow, what a filthy pervert you are."
Rolling your eyes and playfully pushing at him, "As if you're any better, you were sniffing my panties earlier!"
"Oh." Toij gulps awkwardly, "You uh, you saw that...?"
Maybe he's not faking the himbo thing as well as he thought he was...
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What do you mean dads best friend!Choso has ONLY 9 PERCENT OF VOTING?? I've never seen any fic like that with him, it's always Gojo or Toji, pls I NEED IT CARNALLY
i might post it randomly one day anyway since it is a revised repost (im rewriting the end of it since i didn’t rlly care for it)! but i def can’t say i’ve seen anyone else do tht troupe with choso 👀 which is funny considering he is canonically 150 years old—there’s sm to explore with tht tbh
Kami pls I need more Sokka writing genuinely anything will do just make it smutty😭 I’ve read every single Sokka fic on this planet pls write more I beg u🙏🙏🙏
HELP, i’ll write some smut for him soon i swear 😩 i keep getting asked abt it & i do still have drafts for him lol, im just still a jjk-centric blog at heart !!
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Can i plant an idea in your head? I saw it on a tiktok and I just couldn’t help myself imagining it jjkau….
basically dads best friend who is protective and a tease always talking about “you deserve better than that bum” but lets make it kind of age appropriate so maybe oc is a step daughter who’s not a literal child with a grown ass man
just leaving this here because I trust you with it but do with it what you will
ya had me then ya lost me then ya had me again bc i think i get the gist of what ur askin for—i just dont write stepcest 🧘♀️
BUT, i doooo write dad’s bsf troupes 👀 and i actually alr have a fic like tht, it’s just sitting in my drafts waiting to be revised lols
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How do you feel about writing angst?! Cuz ughhh idk why but I love reading a fic when it’s like, man and reader are hitting it off and they kiss/ fuh and then reader catches him cheating? (But not really cheating cuz they’re not together ) and he’s begging for her back. Idk smth about it makes the butterflies in my stomach act up #notonsomecuckshit
i lovvvvveeee writting angst 😋 especially with suguru <3
THO! i do have a fic tht kinda explores this troupe already (with the whole “cheating” but not rlly since they’re not even together) & tht fic would be My Love Note with gojo & choso 👀👀
Omgggg Kamiliscious baker Choso sounds sooo dreamy, his big juicy biceps flexing when he kneads the dough…. He could knead my ass just like that. Matter of fact, he should.
Anyway yeah imagine him Kento fighting ife the number one spot in reader’s blog/magazine and also in her heart (and womb ofc) and both of them are unaware of the second part. There’s tension between Ken and Cho bc they’re exes and went to the same culinary school and were in the same class tied for number one there too. Then one day reader moans the wrong name and has to come clean, they run a train on it (my body, that is) and end up being okay with the ties between them. All three of them.
