“ i won’t stop following you ”
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still here, fucking yourself over for fushiguro? seriously.. get a grip of yourself that man can barely keep a job! it don’t matter if he got good dick.
toji x fem reader (age-gap)
Why were you even attracted to Mr. Fushiguro? Maybe it was the maturity difference. Maybe it was that he was easily the cockiest man you’d ever met—ego so big it suffocated every room he walked into. But around him, you felt like something fragile, something worth holding onto. He made you feel protected, spoiled, treated like a doll meant to be broken. His huge, gruff hands pulling, tugging, holding against your soft frame. The staggering size difference only turned him on more. The age gap didn’t matter either; if anything, he flaunted it. He even joked about how easy it was to “take over your mind and crawl into corners of your life without you realizing it.”
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to you, or him, or even anyone else, when the very next night, after you swore you’d cut him off, he had you pinned to the bed. His broad shoulders between your legs, forcing them open as he yanked your soaked panties down and tossed them somewhere across the room without care.
“Gonna try cuttin’ me off again, sweetheart?” he smirked, voice thick and mocking. He knew exactly what he was, knew exactly the kind of power he had over you. He also knew that when it came to him, you had no restraint. No pride. That’s why he was always allowed back inside you.
You whimpered out a meek, shaky “n…no, ’m sorry,” just as his swollen tip tapped at your entrance. He wasn’t even trying to help you relax—he’d cranked the AC down to 69° just to watch your nipples pebble under your tank top, shivers racing across your body as you clawed at his skin. His pleasure first, always.
“Goddamn…” he groaned, eyes glued to your trembling body. “How many times is this tight little pussy gonna swallow me down ‘til I can make a mold of myself with you?”
He didn’t give you any warning. He never did. He just shoved himself inside with one brutal stroke.
You screamed, body arching off the mattress as pain and pleasure tangled in your chest. “F-fuck you, T—ngh—Toji!” You hated how he never gave you time to adjust, how his girth stretched you wide open in an instant. It wasn’t fair. But after a few lazy thrusts to get you used to him, the ache melted into that all-too-familiar heaven.
“You’re doin’ so fuckin’… mffph, so fuckin’ good, baby,” he rasped, already breathless. His hips started to work in steady snaps, his thick hands gripping your waist like he’d never let go. He bottomed out within minutes, groaning as your walls fluttered tight around him. Every clench made his cock twitch inside you.
“Can you believe you tried deprivin’ me of this?” he hissed, forehead dropping against yours. “Shit… baby, how could my sweet girl do that to me?”
Your back hit the mattress fully as his body loomed over yours, crushing you under his weight. He kissed your cheeks, your jaw, down your neck, whispering filthy praises between bites of your skin.
“You’re such a sweetheart,” he murmured against your ear. “Keep lettin’ me in like this… my fuckin’ sweetheart.”
His words wrapped around you as tight as his cock did. You whined, nails dragging down his back, thighs trembling.
“Even after blockin’ me. Even after actin’ like you didn’t want me,” he chuckled darkly, picking up his pace until the bed creaked. “At the end of the day, I’m still balls-deep inside you. My desperate little girl.”
Lewd, messy noises filled the room—the wet squelch of your cunt sucking him in, the slap of his heavy balls against your skin, the sharp smack of his hips driving forward. You could barely breathe as you watched him disappear into you over and over, his cock stretching you so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.
Your moans grew louder, messier, breaking into cries. The rhythm of his thrusts bullied your cervix, pushed every nerve raw. “Mffphh—Toji! Please! ’M about to—Toji!”
He didn’t slow. He never did. His hips slammed into you, over and over, his groans mixing with yours.
“Fuck it, sweet girl,” he growled, voice hoarse, lips dragging over your damp skin. “Gonna come inside you. Gonna fill this greedy cunt and watch it leak all over.”
His voice alone nearly tipped you over the edge. And then it hit—your body clenching hard around him, walls fluttering desperately as your vision blurred with white heat.
“Fuck—take it, baby. Take all of it.”
He groaned loud as his cock twitched deep inside, spilling hot ropes of cum that seemed endless. The warmth spread through you, that intoxicating tingle that always came with him. He held himself there, buried to the hilt as you clenched and milked every drop from him.
When it was too much, he pulled out slow—agonizingly slow—and stroked himself until more thick streams painted your stomach. His cum dripped down your thighs, smeared across your belly, your sheets ruined beneath you.
Toji leaned back on his haunches, watching his mess on you with that cocky grin. He dragged his thumb through the white streaks on your stomach before shoving it past your lips.
“you look so pretty like this… so pretty full of me”
song inspired
short drabble, been a while since i wrote smut ok bai i hope u guys like 🍰
