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✘ "i just made you squirt for under ¥ 500!" April Fools! ✘
—t. fushiguro
𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲. toji fushiguro x reader ﾉ 𝔀𝓬: 3.4K. ﾉ bdsm smut ﾉ backshots ﾉ p in v ﾉ toji being diabolical ﾉ(fyi "se—no!" is like "ready, go!" in japanese ﾉ ¥80K yen =$500, ¥2K = $12 LOL) ﾉ you're married to toji ﾉ cnc/dubcon — please practice safe kink play guys! toji is not entry level lmfao or any level of basic human decency ﾉ 𝓪𝓻𝓽: rororogi mogera
¥80,000. Gone.
Although technically, it isn’t even Toji’s money—it’s yours.
Well, was yours.
The cash you'd forked over with the specific intent of Toji buying the BDSM toys he'd spent weeks convincing you to try.
Tch. Toji cracked his neck, glaring at the fluorescent glow of the Daiso entrance like the store itself had given him the bogus insider tip that lost all your money.
It hadn't. But the guy who had is still probably bleeding out somewhere in an alley with a few less teeth than he'd started the day with.
Yeah, Toji lost your money at the boat races.
Again.
But if that tip had been legit? The pay out would've been insane. He coulda bought better toys for you and had a cool ¥500K extra in his pocket.
Easy money.
Except it wasn't this time.
But Toji has already taken one L today, he isn't stupid enough to take another and come back home to his wife empty-handed. Not after you'd been so excited. Not after you'd trusted him with this.
A pang of guilt ran through him—he'd just have to improvise, something he did often in his line of work.
So—Daiso it is.
Strolling through the automatic doors, Toji begins wandering down the overstuffed aisles. Within 2 minutes he's already annoyed with just how much useless shit is in this store.
Ten minutes later, Toji is at the register with a basket full of "toys."
This shit looks good enough t’me.
Toji is even more pleased with himself that total came to exactly ¥487 since he only has ¥2000 left until Shiu called him for another job.
But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know any of it actually.
The "blindfold" he bought would help cover his tracks too.
"Turn around." Toji gruffs at you, arousal thick in his voice.
With Megumi thankfully at Yuji's you're stripped down to just a black lacy thong in the living room.
"Wait—I have to wear a blindfold too...the whole time!?"
"Well yeah, ma, heightens the experience and all that shit...now be a good girl, turn around."
You chew your lip, hesitant, but Toji is already on you giving you a playful spank on your bottom as you turn.
You don't see the fabric in his hand before it’s over your eyes, the motion faster than you can sense. However, darkness follows all the same from the heavy cotton-like material settles over your eyes with grippy sides.
Toji makes short work of knotting it snug at the back of your skull, tugging once to test the hold.
"There. Now open up those pretty DSLs, mama."
Smirking, Toji doesn't need heavenly restriction to sense you rolling your eyes behind the blindfold as you purse your lips for a moment before opening them anyway.
Something rubbery presses against your mouth and you instinctively withdraw. You wrinkle your nose at the smell, it’s chemical, plasticky—but sigh and part your lips anyway. You did agree to this.
Pleased at your compliance, Toji pushes the gag in. The ball of it sits heavy on your tongue, coating it with a bitter film that makes the muscle tingle before going slightly numb.
You try to ask something but it comes out muffled as Toji's already securing the gag. The material is braided, a bit coarser than you expected as it scrapes against your cheeks and chafes the corners of your mouth.
"Just breathe through your nose, ma," Toji snorts seeing you struggle. You can hear the smirk in his voice. "You'll make it."
Make it? Yeah you aren't so sure of that.
However, you suppose this is all a part of the sensory deprivation angle, mixing pleasure with a bit of pain and uncomfortability, so you roll with it.
Toji claimed to have dabbled in bdsm before, you were the one brand new to it all. And you do realize to anyone else, you'd have more than a few reasons not to trust him with his reputation but despite all that, you did feel safest with him.
Besides, the one thing you could rely on Toji for consistently is good dick—exceptionally good too.
Which is why you don't complain when his hands grip the lil chub of your waist, giving it a firm squeeze (he knows you hate it, but he loves yours "fuck handles") as he bends you forward over the arm of the big leather chair in your living room.
Toji takes his time, positioning you just right like someone who'd not only thought about this—but painstakingly planned—how he would fuck you once he got you all tied up for him like a gift.
Peeling your panties down your legs, Toji lets the cool air bite at your exposed cunt. You're already plenty soaked. Been soaked actually, all in anticipation of him getting home tonight. You're so worked up now your arousal is stringing silk between your thighs, clinging to your folds.
From this angle Toji can see it all too—the slick drooling out of you, your pretty pussy clenching around nothing, already begging for him.
He's going to stuff her full. Just not yet.
A camera shutter clicks and you roll your eyes. "Fap material for the road," Toji calls it and you don't mind—but he came back late today and you're dripping.
He needs to hurry up and fuck you!
Toji can tell you're getting restless. That slutty pussy of yours is always so impatient for his cock.
"Hol' on, mamas." Smack his hand hits your ass again. "'S'more where that came from."
Then come the nipple clamps.
The first one bites down on your nipple and your whole body jerks, a sharp sting radiating outward. You cry out behind the gag. The second follows immediately, just as cruel—but the pinching quickly morphs into something sweeter as they jiggle, pulling at the sensitive flesh with your every heaving exhale.
"Ya good? Not too much, for my lil' slut, eh? Toji asks.
You shake your head profusely.
Sure, your eyes were watering from the sting, but you didn't imagine it would hurt soooo good.
"Atta girl. Do good with this and I'll buy one to put on that cute lil clit next time."
Toji's praise makes your stomach flutter, heat pooling low in your belly at the promise. You're aching with need—desperate enough that you don't question it when something other than the silk ropes he said he bought circles your wrists.
The material twists rough against your delicate skin, once, twice, three times, locking your arms extending straight behind your back.
The position forces your shoulders to bow, spine curving in and, chest pushing forward, forcing your clamped nipples to drag against the cool leather beneath you.
Whimpering around the gag, drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, you try to shift your weight, to lift yourself—but there's no leverage.
Nowhere to go.
"Shh." Toji presses a heavy palm between your shoulder blades. "Hold still, mama."
That's about all you can do at the moment anyway—take it. Which is, apparently, exactly how he wants you.
Toji's thigh nudges your legs apart as he closes in, the weight of his fat cock resting up against the crack of your ass. He revels in the feeling for a moment before he drags his length down the curve of you, leaving a smeared trail of pre in his wake—like lewd paint strokes across your flesh.
Lower and lower, he decorates your skin until his bulbous tip catches at your folds. Toji shoves his cock through them, pushing up into your clit and drenching himself in your wetness.
Heh, no lube needed with the supersoaker you had on you.
"Fuck." He puffs out low, trying to hold himself back from slamming into you as he slips in one finger, then another inside you. It’s not long before he works a teasingly gentle rhythm inside you, softly circling up to your womb.
"Kept her wet for me all day, huh nasty girl?"
You whine, try to push back against him to force more friction, but his other hand rakes down your spine to flatten at the small of your back, pinning you into place.
"Nuh-uh, patience, ma. I'll get the lil' slut between your legs there soon enough."
A third finger sinks into your dripping cunt and Toji picks up the pace—curling, pressing and fucking into that spongy spot until your thighs are shaking. Ass arched high over the sofa, you're completely open for him, wet sounds filling the room every time he pumps his fingers deeper.
Close. You're so fucking close.
But just as the coil in your stomach pulls tight enough to snap, Toji rips it all away leaving you gaping, clenching and empty.
"Heh, what'd be the fun in lettin' ya cum that easy, princess?" His slick fingers graze over your clit, it twitches with every flick of his thumb. "Not gonna wait f'er daddy?"
A muffled protest builds behind the gag—until the fat head of his cock nudges at your entrance, pressing just enough to split you open. Your cries dissolve into soft coos, needy little noises begging him to keep going.
And he does.
"Se—no!"
Bullying his cock right into your pussy, til his pubic bone meets your crack, all in one go.
Like ripping off a band-aid.
"NNGHHHH—!"
The stretch burns. It always does with him though—Toji is thick enough that your poor pussy has to work to accommodate him every single time. His girth quite literally stretching the limits of your elasticity with every ridge and every inch of him dragging against your walls—but that's what also makes it so damn good too.
His cock pries you open until he's pushing against your womb.
"Fuck, she's tight today—"
Your bound hands flex uselessly, nails raking over the sweat-slicked muscles of his abdomen as he bottoms out.
"Nah, no runnin, princess." Toji grabs the restraints at your wrist. His cock is so deep that with your eyes closed and mouth gagged, every cell in your body can feel his dick throb inside of you.
"That's my girl. Take it allllllllll f'er daddy."
And with that Toji gives you no further time to adjust.
Toji pulls back and slams forward, his hips press flush against your ass to make it ripple. A muffled cry out from deep in your guts fumbles out of you as a brutal pace ensues that has your tits bouncing against the leather, the clamps pulling with every thrust. Pain and pleasure knots together until you can't tell where one sensation ends and the other begins.
"T-T-kshojiiii—!"
His name comes out garbled around the gag. Drool pouring down your chin, mixing with—wet slurps, choked gags, the filthy squelch of your cunt and the sharp slap of his hips against your ass—a filthy symphony filling the room.
Then the first strike lands on your ass.
CRACK!
You yelp, walls clenching involuntarily around him. Something stiff and flat—the crop, you assume—leaving a welt of heat across your already sore cheeks.
"Oh f-fuck, ya squeezed me so tight when I did that." Another strike. Then another in quick succession with you tightening up on Toji more with every blow.
"If she keeps choking me out like that—m'not gonna be able t'pull out."
Toji rarely pulled out anyway, playing it fast and loose with a possible pregnancies you hadn't planned for with his love of gambling. Thankfully, you usually had an IUD, but after he fucked that out of you last week you hadn't had a chance to go to the docs yet.
Shit he might actually knock you up.
But you can’t think logically now. You're not gonna last long either—your restricted senses hurtling you toward the edge. You can't touch, can't talk, can't see. Only feel. Well—you can hear. But the added sound of Toji's huge balls slapping against your soaked folds is only adding to the overstimulating euphoria of it all.
Stuffed full, nipples burning, ass stinging, your every nerve ending is lit up and screaming. The pressure builds rapidly in your belly, with every feral thrust, oh fuck yes!
"Gonna cum?" Toji's voice is ragged now, breath hot against your ear as he leans over you.
"Yeah, ya are. Feel this pretty pussy milkin' me like she wants to drink it all up."
The crop cracks against your ass one more time and you shatter. Your orgasm rips through you—violent, electric.
"That’s it, my filthy lil' fuckdoll—make a fuckin' mess."
"Mmph—hhhng—!"
Your cunt spasms so hard around his dick that your vision goes white behind the blindfold, somehow, even in the dark.
A wave of wetness gushes down your thighs, splashing against his pelvis, his abs and seeping onto the leather beneath you. Your legs twitch erratically, your entire body seizing as the aftershocks roll through.
You've never come that hard in your life.
Not with him.
Not with anyone.
There's so much squirt running down your legs now, you can't be sure if you didn't piss yourself too.
Fuccccck and Toji is still going.
Chasing his own nut, Toji's groans turn primal—closer to a roar. Grip bruising your hips as he fucks you through your high, hunching over your spent, trembling body. Loving the feeling of you so small and helpless beneath him. His eyes clench shut and his pace soon grows sloppy and desperate.
Toji can't think of anything except how perfect you feel falling apart on his cock.
So much so that he doesn't realize curled over you, his meaty pecs keep knocking against the knot of your blindfold until it's forced out of place—and not long after, it slips off your head entirely.
Light floods your vision and you blink rapidly, disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim room.
Still draped over the leather chair, the first thing that catches your eye is the blindfold—except…. it's not a blindfold.
It's a long dark green looking grippy hospital sock.
The fuck?!
Confused you turn your head towards Toji when you actually catch sight of your reflection in the living room mirror.
Your body tenses so tight it makes Toji choke on a pathetic whimper—his hips stuttering and ass clenching as he paints your walls white. Hot cum pumps into your womb, buckets of it, filling you up until it leaks out around his cock. Dribbling down your bodies, onto the back of the chair, pooling on the floor.
Exhausted, he collapses on top you panting—completely oblivious to your anger.
You barely notice he came inside you to be honest. Too concerned with these “toys” to worry about getting pregnant.
Because staring right back at you from the mirror's reflection is a woman gagged with a dog toy.
Surprise girl—you're the woman.
This can't be real.
Oh but it is— and it's not just any dog toy, it’s a cheap plastic braided rope tug-of-war toy. The kind with bold primary colors, kind of like the ones you've seen in the pet aisle at—
You don't finish that thought as your eyes drop to your chest. The "clamps" on your nipples that dangerously toed the lines of pain and pleasure for you aren't clamps at all.
They're wooden clothespins, the plywood kind you buy a handful of to hang laundry. You swear to fucking god if you get a splinter on your nipple there would be hell to pay—only thankful in the moment Toji didn't put one on your clit or you REALLY would have crashed out.
Your eyes bug out like saucers as you take stock of all the other items on your body.
On second thought, you might just crash out regardless as you eye down the the "riding crop" he's been spanking your now sore ass with…
Yeah, it’s actually a plastic fly swatter, still clutched in his trifling ass fist.
Oh, this motherfucker had some audacity.
But the cherry on it all is the thing binding your arms that felt so deliciously restrictive, so official were actually plastic six-pack rings—triple looped. You can't be 100% positive but you are almost certain they are from the recycling you had Toji take out earlier.
All in all, you look like a sad little clownfish tangled in ocean garbage. Some fucked-up, kinky Under the Sea adventure.
Toji's weight presses you further into the soiled leather, his chest heaving, skin hot and sticky against your back like the big bear of a man he is. He's still buried inside you too, although softening now, cum leaking out around his cock in a slow, filthy drip.
Endorphins flowing through his veins, Toji lets out a satisfied whistle as he sighs.
Urgh—he sounds so proud of himself and ngl, that pisses you off even more. So over the bullshit, you squirm wildly beneath him.
"Mm." Toji nuzzles against your neck, lazily. "Gimme a sec, mamas. Lemme—"
You thrash harder though, a muffled snarl building behind the dog toy still shoved in your mouth. Your wrists twist against the goddamn six-pack rings but they only seem to dig into you more somehow.
Toji finally lifts his head and pauses.
Then the bastard laughs, like actually laughs, a robust belly laugh as he pats your thigh.
"Oh." He pulls out with a slick pop.
"Blindfold came off...huh. Thought it was on there pretty good."
You keep fussing with the gag on and Toji gets the picture loud and clear—but before he unties you, the bastard steps back to survey his handiwork.
You hear that smug whistle again, see him admiring the state of you, and your leg kicks back spitefully. Aiming right for his balls.
He dodges easily, of course—a sluggish pivot by his standards—and your heel catches nothing but air.
"Whoa." Toji clicks his tongue, amused. "See, now ye'r being difficult, mama."
More muffled screaming comes from you as you try to yank apart the plastic rings, shoulders burning.
"Ya want me to help ya, mama?" He leans down, breath warm against your ear. "Ask nicely."
You tell him—in great slobbery and incoherent detail—exactly where he can fucking shove his nicely.
"Didn't catch that." Toji smirks as his fingers toy with the edge of the six-pack rings, tugging lightly.
"Sounded like attitude to me. Keep it up and I'll leave ya just like this." He chuckles. "Ya look cute all tangled up like this, ma—and aren't ya the one always nagging at me to recycle?"
The shriek of rage you release even around the gag is inhuman.
"Alright, alright." Toji's chuckling again, the sound low and infuriatingly genuine. "Calm down before ya pop a blood vessel, princess. I'll let you go."
Toji tugs the gag free first. The dog toy comes out trailing spit, and you cough, jaw aching, tongue thick in your mouth.
"Y-Youuuu—" Your voice is hoarse but your rage comes through loud and clear. The situation revealing itself to you, you didn't have to ask why he clearly went to Daiso for sex toys or what he did with the money, you already knew it was gambled away.
"Six-pack rings?! Digging through my fucking garbage!? Toji Fushiguro Zenin—are you fucking high right now?!"
If looks could kill Toji would surely drop dead on the spot.
Toji suppresses the urge to roll his eyes, you always tacked Zenin on when you were especially pissed at him so he knew he had to tread cautiously, even though he loves to see ya all riled up. He didn't need to get you so mad you started to threaten withholding pussy.
"Tsk."
Toji crouches in front of you, catching your chin and tilting your face up despite you trying to jerk away. His lips brush your forehead—casual, soft—like you aren't still bound with trash and dripping his cum onto your goddamn furniture.
"Love ya."
The tender gesture and words throws you off, calming you a bit.
You can't deny it felt good but the least he can do is apologize. You actually think you're getting that apology too until you see his emerald eyes are glittering deviously, not a single shred of remorse present.
Toji grins. "Made ya bust so hard ya squirted and pissed all over y'erself —all for under ¥ 500."
Toji pulls back, lips curling into that insufferable smirk of his.
"April Fools, mamas!"
You deadpan.
You're most definitely a fool alright for agreeing to marry this deadbeat.
This may very well just be your 13th reason and the primary motive they'll list in the impending homicide charge you'll catch.
"Toji... It's February 25th."
There's a beat of silence before Toji makes an absent minded noise.
"Yeah, well..." He shrugs, fingers working the plastic rings off carefully, gingerly rubbing the marks they left on your wrists.
"I'm early this year ma. Wanted to make sure ya remembered it."
Oh, you'll remember it alright.
You'll remember it tonight when you smothered the big dick bastard in his sleep with his own pillow.
𝓪𝓷: i headcanon that reader did try to smother toji and then he used that same pillow to prop up your hips as fucked you calm and begged him to actually put another baby in you—you can't kill him and risk going to jail if you're preggo. vksjdnfvjkshf.
lmfaoooo, this is a fic i wrote 2 years ago but it was mostly headcanon style so i thought i'd flush it out more for his april fool's. i meant to post this yesterday but hell, it wasn't april fools for toji either so fjshbdkhjsb. At least I'm closer.
𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼? then please 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 or 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! you can also join my gen. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 or contribute to the 𝐛𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨$𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝.
S-Club’s 3-D eyelashes look awesome, except when you have a hairstyle that overlaps them and they bleed through the mesh. My fix corrects this issue by changing the layering priority of the lashes in each texture’s CASP.
You will still need S-Club’s eyelash meshes and designs, found here. I only altered the CASP resources, so to use this mod either A) delete S-Club’s original eyelash packages (but ONLY the ones with the word “casp” in the title) and replace them with my fixes or B) place my fixes in your overrides folder. I decided to keep the name of each package essentially the same so you can easily tell which packages to swap out and which ones to keep. Furthermore, I only fixed both design set 3A and design set 3B. I don’t use the earlier sets in my game, so I don’t know if they have the same issue, but I can correct the layering on those too if anyone wants them. I went ahead and fixed design sets 1 and 2 as well. You can read more and download them here.
I hope that wasn’t too confusing, but if you need any more help please let me know! Also, if you’re still not sure what this does, click the pictures to enlarge the images and check out the sim’s left eye. It’s kind of hard to see on these smaller screenshots, but the clipping drives me crazy! XD
Credits: S-Club for their amazing eyelashes and Peter and Inge Jones for S3PE.
what the fuck is it about your ex that you can't get over? you know he's no good for you emotionally, so avoidant and unavailable. he's no good for you mentally, always playing stupid and manipulative mind games with you. you've tried doing everything you can to rid yourself of him— going out more, meditation, fucking other people... hell, you even convinced yourself that he put a spell on you so you did a cord cutting ritual to break the soul tie.
none of that shit worked and you felt fucking insatiable. every time you attempted to get over him, you ended up in the same position- eyes blown out as you drooled over your phone screen, gawking at the homemade videos you two just made last month. your heavenly moans pouring out the phone speaker paired with his filthy grunts and dirty talking as you bucked your hips up onto the vibrator, chasing what only toji can give you. pathetic.
see, physically? that's an entirely different story. in toji's mind, that's the way he could show you how he felt. he concluded that if he buries his cock so deep in your syrupy walls, maybe you'd get what he couldn't express verbally. and that's why every time y'all fucked, he'd always make sure to make you cum 4 times because that's how many letters are in the word ‘love'. stupid ass boy math.
breaking the no contact yall mutually agreed on was never apart of the plan, but you were ovulating on top of the fact that you hadn’t had some good toji dickin' in what, a month?
whichhhh is precisely how you ended up in this predicament now— thick bicep wrapped around your neck as his other hand pushes your back in, deepening the arch. both of his bare feet planted firmly onto the mattress as he quite literally drops dick into your greedy pussy.
“t-toj-tojiii-aaahhh!!!”
“shhh, shut the fuck up,” he murmurs against your face, planting open-mouthed kisses along the side of it. “wrong name, pretty girl,” he taunts against your ear before removing his hand from your back to squeeze your jaw as he cranes his head over to look at your pitiful face.
“awwwn, cmon, dollface. say the right name, i know you can do it.” the snapping of his hips became about as mean as him as he tightens his arm around your neck. the loud shlicking of your pussy blending so harmoniously with your sobs of pleasure. and you are so fucked out— hair all over your head, clit throbbing and swollen, a thin sheen of sweat glistening along your body, black tear streaks down your cheeks. oh, you are soooo wrecked, but, your starved cunt is so eager to take everything he’s given you and more.
it almost feels like out of body— the way he’s bringing you close to the best orgasm you’ve had in months without so much as touching your clit. the way his thick cock just perfectly massages every crevice of your clingy pussy, it’s almost like it’s built just for him. a loud smack! to your face snaps you back into reality before the gripping on your jaw gets firmer. he tilts your head back a bit with his bicep, just enough to meet his green eyed gaze and locking in on your watery one, “say. it.”
“d-daddyyy! fuckkk daddy, please!!!”
a smug smirk tugs at toji’s scarred lips before he releases your face and unravels his arm from your neck, “good job, babyface.”
he slows his pace down, yet never stopping as he brings himself down to his knees while pushing your body down completely flat onto the bed. his knees on either side of your body as he grinds his dick into you, a lazy grin on his face as he watches the milky white ring form around the base of his dick. “you missed daddy, baby?”
“s’much!! shiiitttt, haaaah!”
“yeahhhh,” he drawls in a mocking tone, “look at thaaat. makin’ sucha mess, pretty.”
“y-yesss daddy, please!! right— fuckkk!— right thereeee,” you plea as your hungry pussy damn near suffocates his dick the way it’s gripping once you become so unbearably close to the orgasm you’ve been chasing for an entire month.
“you know,” he starts, “i know you’re ovulating.” a shit-eating grin plastered across his face before he lays his entire upper body on yours, angling his cock even deeper than before. your walls fluttered around him once he picks up his pace, his mouth directly behind your ear as he licks the shell of it while grunting and moaning before speaking again, “cmon… lets make a baby.”
AN: HEY HOESSS! i missed yall so much!!! i been going THROUGH it chile but i just needed to write this drabble quick to make sure i still got it… AND I DO!!! so with that being said— look forward to more and the series i been working on… and tell a friend to tell a friend… SHESSSS BAAAACKKKKKK!!!
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The kitchen smelled like vanilla and sugar, the oven preheating with a low hum as you stirred the wooden spoon through the thick cookie batter. Flour dusted your apron, a smudge of chocolate chips clinging to your fingertip, but your mind wandered to Toji lounging in the living room, his broad frame sprawled on the couch like he owned the damn place—which, as your husband, he pretty much did.
A wicked idea sparked, heat pooling low in your belly. You scooped a dollop of the batter onto your finger and sauntered out, hips swaying just enough to catch his eye.
"Toji," you called, voice laced with playful tease as you approached. He glanced up from his phone, those sharp green eyes narrowing with that predatory glint that always made your thighs clench. "Wanna taste? I made cookie batter—extra sweet, just how you like it."
He smirked, setting the phone aside, legs spreading wider in invitation. "Yeah? Bring it over, doll. Let's see if you outdid yourself this time." His voice was rough, gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed the distance, perching on the edge of the coffee table, but instead of offering your finger, you dipped it back into the bowl you'd carried with you and held it out.
He leaned forward, tongue flicking out to lap at the sticky sweetness, eyes locked on yours the whole time. The sight of his mouth—wide, scarred, devouring—made your pussy throb with need.
"Mmm, not bad," he rumbled, sucking your finger clean with a deliberate slowness that had you biting your lip. "But I bet it'd taste even better somewhere else." His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer until you tumbled onto his lap, the bowl wobbling precariously.
You laughed, but it turned into a gasp as his free hand palmed your ass through your shorts, squeezing hard enough to leave marks.
"Toji, wait—the batter—" you started, but he cut you off with a hungry kiss, tongue plunging into your mouth to share the sugary flavor. He tasted like sin and vanilla, his stubble scraping your chin as he devoured you. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected your lips, and he grinned wolfishly.
"Oh, we're using the batter, alright," he growled, snatching the bowl and setting it on the side table. His fingers hooked into your waistband, yanking your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, exposing your bare pussy to the cool air.
You were already wet, arousal glistening on your folds, but Toji didn't comment—yet. Instead, he shoved his sweatpants down, freeing his thick cock. It sprang up, heavy and veined, the head flushed dark and leaking pre-cum. The sight alone made your mouth water.
"Get on your knees, sweetheart," he ordered, voice dropping an octave, one hand fisting the base of his shaft. You slid off his lap, kneeling between his spread thighs on the living room rug, heart racing.
He scooped a generous glob of batter with his fingers—creamy, dotted with chips—and smeared it along his length, starting from the tip and dragging down to coat every inch. The chocolate melted slightly against his hot skin, mixing with the bead of pre-cum at the slit, turning his cock into a decadent treat.
"Fuck, look at that," you whispered, mesmerized, leaning in closer. The scent of sugar mingled with his musky arousal, intoxicating. Toji's hand in your hair, guiding you forward.
"Go on, lick it off. Show me how much you want this dick covered in your mess." His tone was commanding, laced with that cocky edge that made you drip. You didn't hesitate, tongue darting out to trace the underside of his cock, lapping up the sweet batter in long, slow strokes.
It was filthy—sticky sweetness coating your taste buds, the texture smooth against the rigid heat of him. You swirled around the head, sucking gently to draw out more of the mix, his pre-cum adding a salty tang that made you moan.
"That's it, baby," Toji groaned, hips twitching upward as you worked. "Suck that shit off me. Get every drop." His grip tightened, pushing you down further until his cock nudged the back of your throat. You gagged softly but took it, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head, tongue flicking relentlessly.
Batter smeared across your lips, chin, dripping onto your chest as you slurped noisily, the wet sounds filling the room. Chocolate chips caught between your teeth, crunching faintly as you savored the obscene flavor.
He watched you with hooded eyes, chest heaving. "Goddamn, you're a messy little slut for this, aren't you? Look at you, face all sticky, pussy probably soaking the floor."
One hand left your hair to reach down, fingers dipping between your legs to confirm—yeah, you were drenched, his touch sliding easily through your slick folds. He rubbed your clit in rough circles, making you whine around his cock, vibrations humming through him.
You pulled back for air, strings of saliva and batter connecting your mouth to his tip. "Toji, it's so good," you panted, voice husky. "Your cock tastes even better like this—sweet and hard." Emboldened, you grabbed the bowl yourself, scooping more and drizzling it over his balls, watching it trickle down.
Then you dove in, licking broad paths over the heavy sac, sucking one into your mouth while your hand pumped his slick shaft. The batter made everything slippery, your fist gliding effortlessly as you tongued him clean.
"Fuck—yeah, just like that," he hissed, head falling back against the couch. His thighs tensed under your palms, muscles rippling as you lavished attention lower. But he wasn't done directing.
"More, doll. Coat me again—make it drip." You obeyed, slathering another layer along his length, then took him deep, throat relaxing to swallow half his girth. Your nose brushed his pelvis, batter smudging your cheeks as you deepthroated him, gagging wetly but pushing through. Tears pricked your eyes from the stretch, but the ache in your core only grew, pussy clenching emptily.
Toji's free hand joined yours on his cock, twisting with your strokes as you bobbed. "You're gonna make me cum like this, you know that? Licking my dick clean like a greedy whore." His fingers sped up on your clit, pinching and rolling until you were humping his hand shamelessly, moans muffled around him. The pressure built fast—too fast—and you felt him swell in your mouth, veins pulsing.
"Not yet," you gasped, popping off with a wet smack, lips swollen and glossy. You wanted more, needed to draw it out.
Grabbing the bowl, you poured a trail right onto his tip, watching it ooze down before latching on again, sucking hard. Your tongue delved into the slit, teasing out pre-cum mixed with sweetness, while your hand fondled his balls, rolling them gently.
He bucked, a guttural curse escaping. "Shit, woman—keep that up and I'll paint your throat." But you slowed, teasing now, light licks and kisses along the sides, batter flaking off as you cleaned meticulously.
Toji growled, yanking your head back by the hair. "Enough playing. Suck me proper—make me bust all over that pretty face."
You dove back in with fervor, head bobbing rapidly, throat working around him. The flavors blended—sweet dough, salty skin, his arousal—driving you wild.
Your free hand slipped between your own legs, fingers circling your clit as you pleasured him, chasing your own high. Toji's breaths came ragged, hips snapping to fuck your mouth shallowly. "Close—fuck, so close. Take it, baby."
With a roar, he came, cock jerking as thick ropes of cum erupted, splattering your tongue amid the last smears of batter. You swallowed greedily, milking him dry, but some escaped, dribbling down your chin in pearly streaks mixed with chocolate. He panted, watching you lick your lips clean, satisfaction etched on his face.
"Best fucking taste test ever," he murmured, pulling you up for a messy kiss, tasting himself on you. His cock twitched against your thigh, already half-hard again. "Now, let's bake those cookies—then you can ride me while they cool."
But you weren't done yet, pushing him back and straddling his lap, the bowl tipped to drizzle the remaining batter over his chest. "My turn to lick," you whispered, bending to trace his scars with your tongue, the night far from over.
Older!Toji who’s got you in his lap, big hands covering yours and properly teaching you how to roll a blunt because he’s sick of you begging him to roll for you and then running off with his weed with your friends.
While most boyfriends will caress their girlfriend’s cheek first, Older!Toji who has his hand around your throat while lifting your chin up to look at him. And when you’re stupidly smiling and blushing up at him he’ll snicker, “There’s my pretty girl.”
Older!Toji who pats his lap when he wants to seriously talk to you, letting his big arms wrap abound your waist and rubbing circles with his thumb.
Older!Toji who’s (mostly) retired from taking “odd jobs” and works as a carpenter. He’s always complaining about the job and how is back aches and begging you to give him a massage because your hands just feel so good. He’s a groaning and moaning mess once you finally get the tension out a certain spot, “Fuuuck, I’m gonna eat that pussy so nice when you finish, oh my gAWD baby!” But he falls fast asleep right after everytime. Don’t worry though, eating you sloppy for an extremely late dinner when he wakes up.
Older!Toji who just doesn’t have the patience to pay bills anymore so he tells you to do it with his card. But he’s always hovering over you telling you exactly how to do it, and when you tell him to piss off of your non existent so you can work your magic, he snatches your chin with his fingers, gritting, “Watch your fuckin mouth kid.”
Older!Toji playing whatever music is on your shared playlist from Megan Thee Stallion to The Maria’s. Future to Men I Trust to PinkPantheress— Toji will play it even if he doesn’t know any of it. Anything to make sure you’re comfortable.
Okay maybe he does play Bigger In Texas by Megan or Sugar by Men I Trust more than he’ll admit. Perhaps!!!
Older!Toji who still manages to have the sex drive of a demon so yeah, after a long week of lifting and building and delivering orders, he’s fucking you around the apartment, upward, downward, sideways, plowing down it in your sopping hole while he sits on the damn couch and you’re back is on the fucking ground, using your legs for leverage while his fat balls slap against your asshole— you fucking name it. He’s doing it, just until you’re knocked out and your pussy is stuffed, leaking his cum onto the couch. A western playing on the tv, cigerette lit and hanging from his lips while he brushes your curls back in his lap. And you’re pretty just like this, skin glowing in the tv hue, he’ll bend down and kiss your cheek, mumbling, “So good f’me doll.”
Older!Toji who’s always feeding you, randomly has a snack just for you on him when you meet him after class. Or has you sat on the kitchen counter feeding you the curry and rice he’s just made. Wiping the remnants from your mouth with his thumb, and then patting your now full stomach, “Good job, eat so well.” If he had time, he’d probably make your lunch instead of the other way around. He loves watching you eat good.
Older!Toji who grumbles and scuffs and still acts like he’s tight on cash but always shoo’s you off and tell you to, “Buy the fucking store mama, I don’t give a shit.” He just wants to see you happy. Even if it does mean buying and wearing this matching hello Kitty pajama pants (that he loves to wear because they’re super comfy).
a/n: I don’t know. I genuinely just don’t know what this is. Every time I write for Toji I just don’t think anyone likes it but me. Anyway, Toji has seen Lamp live 3 times (iykyk).
Y’all don’t ever think about calling Toji ‘papa’ the way he calls you ‘mama’ and this man turning into a blushing bride? Just me? Aight.
But you called him that just off the cuff eyeing him as he dropped off his keys and slid off his oversized hoodie after a run, revealing his toned abs, broad shoulders that were tattooed, chiseled face, sweat dripping from his damp hair down every bit of his skin, arms flexing as he shook out some of the tension. Just absolutely, astonishingly fine.
He nods to you, seeing you making breakfast and coming closer, leaning on the wall just for a second before he heads to shower, “ Hey mama”
“Heeey papa.”
And he freezes, cocking an eyebrow at you and noticing the way you’re eyeing him. All puppy eyed with the ends of your lips curbing up, practically drooling at the sight of him. Shutting your mouth so flys don’t get in, he knows you’re blushing, “What was that?”
“Just-“ you sigh dreamily, “You look good papa. Keep it up!” You’re more than embarrassed that first time, heat rolling all over your skin, turning to keep from burning the eggs on the stove. But God does it have Toji flustered as he walks away, uncontrollable airy laugh sneaking up on him as his ears turn red.
And it just slips out more and more as the days pass, smooth, as if the nickname had been sitting dormant of your lips but they were meant to be there.
“Hi papa.”
“Come ‘ere papa, want you to hold me.”
“Really so sexy Papa, can’t get enough of you.”
“You really think this looks pretty on me Papa?”
You were killing him, truly, words coming out so sultry while fluttering those pretty lashes, had him hiding his smile like a fool whenever you complimented or even touched him. especially when he had you mewling his name so perfectly, legs wiiiide open, nestling his cock deep inside you till your toes were curling, jaw slack and squeezing him so tight he can barley pull his cock out to slam it back into you.
you keen, hand trailing down his chest, down his abs to his happy trail, the way they tighten each tip his cockhead gives your spongey insides much needed and stick smooch after smooch, you push him to let up, “Fuuuck Toj- anngh! Too much papa! You’re too big!”
and it makes Tojis eyes roll to the back of his head, growing delirious, he licks his pink lips, letting out a chuckle as he only pounds into you faster, meaner— “Jesus doll, the way you’re fuckin talkin- fuck- want me t’get you pregnant huh? Really make you a real mama- hah- m-make me a papa.”
You only moan louder in response, pussy getting sloppier at the thought of Toji cumming right in your cervix, getting you nice and full with his cum to have his baby, your hooded brown eyes meet his emerald green ones, a cockdrunk smile on your full lips, “Shit- you’d give me one? Let me make you a papa?”
and Toji only groans in response, squeezing your cheeks together as he rolls his hips into yours, spitting in your mouth and giving you a filthy French kiss, slow, tasting everything you had to offer as your mixed fluids started to spill out of your already ruined pussy, he hisses, “Good God mama, I’d give you anything you wanted. Any-fuckin-thing.”
He huffs, giving your cunt a sickening spank with his fingers, “Shit ma, need you to cum on it. You want papas cum right?”
a/n: damn papa you a rare breed, or whatever doja said. Inspo or like reworked fic aka me.
"O-ooohh fuckk-!!" Your own loud moans bounced off the walls as your ex boyfriend, Sukuna, was absolutely destroying you from behind.
"Cmon baby...that mouth of yours was reaaal chatty early" he mocked your embarassingly loud, lewd noises while his hands only gripped tighter on your hips, slamming his cock deep inside your puffy folds.
Your hands gripped the pillow beneath your head, saliva and tears dripping down from your face from being so fucked out as you continued to babble nonsense. "I-I told you already...we're—ahh-we're done! I'm f-fucking done with you...!" You gritted your words through your teeth with all the remaining energy you had, you could feel his pace quickening as if he was being fueled by your anger.
"Mhm...keep tellin' yourself that..." he muttered mindlessly before feeling that familiar, tight knot in his stomach. "...y-you close?.." his words came out as a grunt almost, probably too focused on fucking himself back into you to even speak.
You didn't reply, maybe out of shame, maybe 'cus he's your guilty pleasure. You still couldn't deny the satisfying feeling knotting in your stomach, the one you've felt only when having sex with him. Before you could even get another word out, you felt his cold hand reach from behind and rub your clit, the feeling of ecstasy immediately hitting you as your eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open with all those nasty sounds coming out.
"F-fuck 'kuna, I'm gonna cum–!" Your finger nails scraped the sheets beneath you like it's the only thing you had left. "Thaaats it..cmon sweet girl.." you could practically hear the cocky smile in his voice while he picked up the pace.
The loud combination of your sweet whimpers and his sexy groans echoed through the room as you both came. He continued slamming his cum back into your pussy with zero shame, the sound of wet plaps of skin invaded your fuzzy mind.
"Knew you'd come back to me, angel..." the heaviness of his breath within that sentence was enough to tell you that you'd probably be dealing with him for the next week.
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