#toji drabble

toji came through the door, taking his gym shoes off immediately. you were on the couch, blanket pulled to your chin. as you heard his heavy footsteps, you looked over the arm of the couch, meeting his own dark, mischief filled eyes. “no.” you said, beginning to sit up. “no, toji. get back.” you smiled, putting a hand out to distance him. “you didn’t miss me?” he said, a sleazy smile on his face. he stalked closer to you, looking through his eyelashes at your form. “don’t run from it, baby. come feel on me.”

before you could protest, he braced both of his hands beside your head, and laid his body weight on you. you smiled, trying to push him away, but ultimately failing. “toji, you smell.” you said, pressing your hands against his chest. “oh, i missed you baby. mm.. couldn’t stop thinking of you.” he murmured against your neck. “i was doing hip thrusts today. i thrusted how much you weigh.” he said, rubbing himself against you, almost like a dog trying to put its scent on something. “that’s when i thought of you.”

you felt something poking your inner thigh, and you scoffed. “you’re nasty.” you said. “i want you.” he mumbled, sitting up between your thighs. he took your hand, and guided it to his heavy bulge. “i trained. just for you.” he said, his voice in a mockingly pleading tone. he moaned as your hand kneaded his bulge, and he looked down at it, watching as you did so. he looked back down at you, biting his lip. “aren’t you proud of me? trained hard as shit so you don’t have to do any work when we’re fucking.” he said, pushing his damp hair off of his forehead.

he grabbed your hips, pulling them closer, so your covered crotch was flush against his bulge. he gave one slow thrust, and smiled. “i know you feel that.” he said, looking down as he began to slowly grind against you. “you don’t have to do anything, yknow. i can do all the work. like i usually do.” he teased, putting wet kisses all over the side of your neck. he grabbed your waist, and effortlessly maneuvered you, so you were straddling him. “it’s okay, baby. you can act like you don’t want it, but i know you do.” he cooed, running his hand down your stomach. he smirked, biting his lip as he noticed you trying to be subtle, as you “adjusted” your position on him.

“see? that’s my girl, always wanting this dick. it’s okay, baby. you don’t have to hide it.”

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“c’mon, you gotta count, doll.”

toji’s lying flat on the floor, hands behind his head as he starts another set of crunches. you’re sitting comfortably on his hips to keep him in place, but you’re clearly not taking your job very seriously.

every time he sits up, instead of calling out the next number, you lean in and give him a quick kiss.

“that was… um…” you mumble, tapping your chin like you’re actually thinking. “three? no… wait— four?”

he comes up again— another kiss.

“you forgot already?” he says, clicking his tongue after.

“…maybe.”

another crunch. another kiss.

he smirks, finally catching on.

“you’re not even trying to help me work out here.”

“i am!”

“nice try.” he raises a brow. “you’ve had me on the same rep for two minutes.”

you try your hardest to look innocent, but the smile on your face gives you away.

“i just keep losing count..”

“mhm.”

he comes up again, stopping just inches from your face before you can steal another kiss.

“if you want a kiss,” he says, that smug grin spreading further across his face, “you just ask, hm?”

“but this is more fun..” you pout.

he sighs, but one hand settles on your waist.

“fine.”

this time, he leans in first, stealing a kiss before dropping back down.

“…now count for real.”

“one..” you start counting again.

he sits up again— you kiss him.

“…one,” you repeat.

toji just looks at you for a second before letting out a laugh.

“…we’re gonna be here all day, aren’t we?”

In which Toji uses his superhuman strength to get his hands on you

“I won’t ask again, doll. Unlock the door and let me in.”

“No!”

He pounds on the bathroom door. The whole house shakes, so does your skeleton. “Not in the mood for games, woman. You got my dick hard; you’re going to take responsibility, like a big girl.”

What were you thinking spamming him nudes whilst he’s at work? No, the better question is, what was he thinking taking you seriously enough to speed home? Can’t a girl have fun without consequences?

“I was gonna,” you start, practically shaking in the tub as you hold a shampoo bottle, a foolish delusion of protection, “but then you came home early! You weren’t supposed to come home so soon. Ugh, you ruined everything. You know I need at least an hour prep to be in my most seductive mood, Toji!”

You can almost visualise the disbelieving scoff that’d reveal his sharp teeth and make that delectable scar stretch when he bangs on the door again. He’s probably leaning against it, imagining all the ways he could have you bent and pumped full of cum. The thought makes your thighs squeeze tightly even as a nervous, almost manic laugh escapes you. 

The rattling of the walls stops. Silence rings out.

“...You laughing at me?”

Oh fuck. 

You’re done for. That much is clear when he punches a hole in the door barely a second later with a thunderous bang. Huddling on all fours, you brace yourself with a scream as the wood splinters onto the floor. Your poor pussy’s going to feel just like that door when he’s done with you, you’re sure.

You peek up. Toji’s hands grip the wood, ripping a bigger hole in the weak thing. His glinting eyes meet yours. He growls, “Oh, good. You’re already in the right position.”

Screaming bloody murder, you throw the bottle at him, and another and another. They all bounce off his chest as though they weigh nothing. “Fuck off! I take it back. I take it all back!”

“Too fucking late. Shouldn’t play games you’re not ready to lose,” he lectures. In no time at all, he steps through and casts a shadow over your body. The veins on his beefy arms pop, his thighs flex, and his lips curl up — yet, all you’re looking at is the monstrous cock in his pants, painfully hard and somehow bigger than you remember, weighing him down.

“I hate you, you big brute!” you shriek, when he throws you over his shoulder.

He snorts. “Yeah, sure. Pretend you’re not creaming your fucking panties.”

Busted.

“I’m sorry?” you try, a last ditch effort to get your way. “I won’t do it again?”

He throws you on the bed and watches you bounce, licking his lips. “Try again when I’m feeling nice. Maybe I’ll buy your bullshit apologies then.”

Sniffling, you grumble, “And when’s that going to be?”

“Dunno.” Toji lifts one shoulder lazily as his hands grip your knees and shoves your legs apart. “Let’s get to orgasm number eight and go from there.”

“tell me something pretty about yourself.”

toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.

“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”

but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.

your mouth dries. “i can’t.”

but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”

in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.

"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?”

he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.

"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”

you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”

“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”

toji’s thick arms were always the safest place in the whole world, especially on nights like this when the rain pattered soft against the windows and your little apartment smelled like the takeout he’d brought home just for you.

except now the food was long gone and his thick, calloused fingers were knuckle-deep in your fluttering cunt, carving you open with that lazy, practiced curl that always made your toes curl up in your socks.

you’d already cum three times for him— once on his tongue, twice on those beefy digits—but the he wasn’t done playing with his favorite toy. not even close. his free hand pinned your squirmy hips down to the sheets, soaked mostly with sweat, keeping you right where he wanted you while his thumb circled your swollen clit like he owned it.

which, as far as he was concerned, he did.

“open your eyes, baby,” he rumbled low, voice all gravel and smoke, lips curled in that smug smirk that made your tummy flutter as he leaned down to kiss sloppily all around your heat. “made ya cum three times already and you’re still clenching around my fingers like you need more. pretty girl wants it real bad tonight, huh?”

you whimpered, all soft and broken, thighs twitching helplessly around his thick wrist. your thin nightgown was bunched up around your waist, tits spilling out the top where he tugged the straps down, nipples pebbled and shiny from where he’d sucked them raw earlier.

his frame loomed over you when he sat up—broad shoulders flexing and muscles rippling and glistening with a light sheen of sweat, that black hair falling messy over his sharp green eyes.

“p-please, toji,” you hiccuped, voice all high and shaky, hips trying to chase the pressure building deeeep in your belly.

your puffy lips glistened, slick dripping down to your ass and puddling beneath you, but he just kept pumping, scissoring, rubbing that spongy spot inside you over and over until your eyes rolled back.

“i— ‘s too much i-i can’t—”

“shhh, easy, dollface,” he cooed, deceptively sweet, but his fingers never slowed.

he leaned down, hot breath fanning over your clit as he spat right onto it, rubbing it in with his thumb. “you’re gonna gush for me like a good girl, yeah? uh huh, just like we’ve been practicing all this time. make a mess of these sheets so i can lick it up after.”

your back arched clean off the bed when he added a third finger, stretching you until you cried out again. the wet, obscene squelch of your messy hole filled the room, syncing with the creak of the bedframe under his weight as he shifted to sit back on his heels.

his free hand slid up your tummy, pressing down firmly right below your belly button, and oh god— that pressure, squeezing the orgasm right out of you.

“a-ah, it’s.. ’m gonna—” your voice cracked into a squeak, that deep, bladder-tight ache making it difficult to stay still. your thighs spasmed, little tremors racing up your spine and making you jolt.

“that’s it, babygirl. let it happen. squirt for this old man like the pretty little fountain you are,” he bit back a groan, fingers curling harder, faster, thumb flicking your clit in tight, mean circles, eyes locked onto where his hand was working eagerly.

“c’mon, baby, soak me. i know you can, just give it to me.”

you tried to hold it, wanting to prolong the feeling of being on the edge, but toji knew your body better than you did. he pressed down on your tummy again, leaned in to suck your clit between his lips with a wet pop, teeth grazing, and that was all it took.

your whole body seized up, vision whiting out as the orgasm ripped out of you.

you squirted hard, hot, clear liquid gushing out around his fingers in pulsing spurts. it sprayed across his forearm and jaw as he pulled his face away to watch, soaked the sheets in a big shiny puddle, somehow even splashed up onto his scarred chest.

the sound was so lewd, wet and messy, your pussy fluttering and gushing endlessly like it was trying to push his hand out and pull it back in all at once.

“fuuuuck yeah, there she is,” toji groaned, not stopping, just slowing his fingers to milk every last drop from you.

“look at my messy baby makin’ such a big, pretty puddle. good girl, such a good fuckin’ girl—keep squirting, doll, ‘m not done yet.”

you were crying by now, soft little sobs mixing with moans as the aftershocks rolled through you, each one forcing another weak spurt of slick from your overworked cunt. your legs were jelly, spread wide and trembling, and it wasn’t until your hips started pulling away from overstimulation that toji finally eased his fingers out with a wet pop, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean like he was tasting the sweetest candy.

“mmh. taste like candy, baby,” he murmured, eyes half-lidded with pure satisfaction.

he crawled up your body, that massive, beefy frame caging you in, breathing you in.

“three orgasms, one big squirt.. and you’re still looking at me with those big, sad eyes? you want more, don’tcha?”

he kissed your forehead, deceptively gentle, then nipped at your bottom lip with a grin.

“don’t worry, baby. i’m just getting started. think you could do it again? wanna feel her squirt around my cock.”

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An older woman whispers to another about how sorry they feel for you or assuming what Toji is like behind closed doors just by his large muscular form, grumpy face, and his overbearing rough demeanor it’s not rare people are going talk.

You don’t hear the whispers, but Toji does, all of the tiny hushes going unnoticed by him.

His eyebrows furrow from slight irritation as his eyes watch you wander around the lingerie store trying to find that pink set you saw online.

Toji doesn’t complain on how long you’re taking his heavy footsteps following behind you while you looked around. His ears twitch as he hears a woman whispering to one of her friends about how they feel sorry for you, again assuming how Toji is behind closed doors.

Once you had your full fill of shopping and you were back in your cozy apartment all Toji could think about is how he wished all those people in the mall could see him right now.

large muscular form taking up your entire vanity chair as you test out all the new makeup products you bought. Your hand steadily applies the eyeliner on his lash line - face completely concentrated as you swiftly apply a small wing.

His hair was clipped back by my melody hair clips, face in full glam with all the products you just bought. You lean back eyes scanning his face - hand gripping his jaw as you turn his head from side to side inspecting your work.

Toji doesn’t complain nor does he saying anything just a sigh through his nose - eyes never leaving yours as you stare at him. Finally you give a satisfied smile as you hand him a mirror. “you look so pretty ‘ji !” you squeal while Toji checks out your magic.

Tojis scarred lips tug into a grin as he puts down the mirror grabbing you by the waist pulling you into his lap.

“mhm i do, you like everything you bought then?” big hands rubbing up and down your waist. You nod with a smile as you lean forward kissing his cheek as a thank you for his compliance.

If only the people around them could see him like this. His sweet girlfriend treating him like some doll, then they really wouldn’t be saying anything.

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18+ smut, toji x shy fem reader, teasing, dirty talk, reassurance, toji talks you through it, softdom dynamic

girls who stumble over their words when asked what they want from him. the sweet kind that get red in the face when he rucks his shirt up to his shoulders and seats them in his lap. ones he knows are too shy to do anything but sit there and ogle him while he gets off on the attention.

and toji doesn’t push or pressure because he’s simply not that type of guy. he’ll offer himself up to you instead, letting you do as you see fit as long as it both makes you feel good.

“you can touch, baby.” he reassures you, letting his shoulders relax and his body recline further against the cushions. he gets cocky when he’s like this, arms laid out over the back of the couch to show off his ridiculous wingspan. pants already unbuttoned with his cock straining hard through the lips of his zipper.

you start with his biceps, tentative draws of your palm against the taught muscle there. toji hums in approval at your soft touch, letting his head fall back to face the ceiling. you have a full view of his abs and chest with how high his shirt is pulled up, inky happy trail creeping up from the base of his dick before fizzling my out below his navel.

you move up to his collar next, fingers dipping under the neck of his shirt curiously. you can feel the beginning of a scar. the soft but raised skin standing out against a plain of tanned muscle.

“fuck. sweet girl.” he mumbles.

toji can’t help but smile. out of all the places to touch, you choose the only clothed part of him? you're too cute.

you move downwards like you can read his mind, fingers trailing south until you hit the hem of his shirt, tentatively raising the fabric up. your eyes meet his shyly, silent asking for permission to go further, and toji grants you it immediately.

“don’t be shy, there we go.” he says, pulling the garment over his head himself. he rewards you for the bravery with a sloppy kiss to your shoulder, feeling you shudder at the affection.

“touch me however you want, angel.” he sighs into your skin.

“you're embarrassing me.” you mumble, trying to fight a giddy smile. you’re not exactly sure what to do with yourself now that the challenge of getting his shirt off is over with. toji all of his attention on you and only you. eyes narrowed and a small smirk on his face like he’s waiting to see what you do next.

“how come?” his big hand comes up to cradle your cheek softly. you let him run his thumb over the supple skin there, melting further into his touch. “hm? tell me what you want then.” he teases, enjoying the way his words make you squirm.

"you want these?" he asks heatedly, flexing his biceps on either side of himself with a toothy grin.

you shake your head shyly, giggling under your breath at all the bravado.

"no? alright." he hums softly, letting his hands settle at the dips of your waist.

"my fingers then?" he questions, squeezing each digits into the supple skin there. "could do that thing I did for you last time." he offers. the way he says is far too sweet compared to the images you brain conjures up at his suggestion. flashes of his hand on your pussy last night burn through your brain like wildfire, sending heat down your body to your sopping wet center.

still, you shake your head again, leaning forward to nose at the curve of his neck.

"mmm, not that either, huh?" toji drawls. strong hands dip down from your waist to settle right above your ass.

"how about this?" he asks, using his leverage on his hips to press you down against the hard imprint of his cock. "you want this, angel?"

slick starts to pool in the gusset of your panties as he rocks you back and forth over his bulge. toji's already sporting a wet patch at the front of his boxers from all the attention you'd given him. his cock twitches when you squirm over him, arms thrown around his shoulders to keep you stable.

“yeah? you need that?” he asks lowly, eyes seeped in a lustful haze. toji’s never looked at you this brazen before. hungry, like he wants to devour you whole and lick your bones clean.

you nod, trying so desperately to voice just how badly you need him, but all that leaves your lips is a quiet, breathless moan.

“yeah you do.” he whispers to himself, hooking his thumb into his waistband to get his jeans and underwear around his ankles. you watch him spit into his palm harshly and wrap his hand around his length, stroking heavy base to flushed tip.

you wait for him to tell you what he wants next. for him to get you on your knees, maybe bend you over the arm of the couch if he's feeling impatient. only, toji doesn't stop stroking himself. instead, he brings his other hand to your waist, squeezing reassuringly.

"what do you need, baby?" he asks smugly, thumbing over the slit of his cock with a quiet groan. you have half a mind to just stay like this if you really want to, watching him play with himself while your panties soak all the way through.

except, toji's never been one to play fair, and you know he won't give you more than this unless you speak up.

he starts to buck up into his fist just the slightest bit, enough to fuck his hand, but not enough to jostle you. the pre he's leaking eases every glide of his palms a little more, filling the room with the steady schlk-schlk-schlk of his fist around his cock.

you muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, glancing down briefly to pull your panties to the side as an invitation. toji keeps his gaze firmly locked on your blushing expression, head cocked to the side with his mouth curled up.

"what is it? hm?" he whispers, still stroking himself at a steady pace.

you huff something unintelligible once you realize he's not going to look, and that earns a grin from him. toji slows his fist just the slightest bit, bringing his free hand in between your legs to pet at your swollen clit.

"you can tell me, c'mon." he reassures. fingers dipping down to your hole to spread some of that wetness onto your sensitive bud. heat bundles in your core like a match to a candle wick, growing hotter and hotter with every press of his fingers.

"i need something to cum on." you mumble quietly. you see the corner of his mouth twitch up as soon as the words leave your mouth chest rumbling in approval. his hand doesn't let up around the length of his dick, stroking faster now that he knows how bad you need him.

"yeah? need to cum on my dick?"

you nod, giggling at the flurry of sloppy kisses he lens in to press into the column of your throat. his strong hand comes to rest on your back and urge your forward while the other holds his cock steady, flushes and ready to be sat on.

"see what happens when you're sweet on me?" he teases, lifting his hips up to fully sink into your throbbing heat. you moan quietly, feeling every inch of him slide home.

"i always give you what you want, don't i?" his thumb comes forward to rub over your clit gently while the other fastens to your hip, helping you set the pace for him.

you feel insatiable, thighs starting to burn as you fuck yourself up and down on his dick. you let your hands grab onto whatever you can manage. one on his bicep, the other on his shoulder. toji takes a moment to grind his hips up just the slightest bit and that hits something devastating inside of you, ushering you that much closer to your high.

"not gonna last long, are you?" he teases through grit teeth. he's just as close, if not closer judging by how fuck out his expression in.

you whine when he brings his hand up to you chin to keep your gaze stead, squeezing your cheeks until your mouth forms a pout from the force. he always gets meaner when he's about to cum, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love it

toji's doing more of the work than you at this point, and you let him, feeling every stroke of his cock against your walls as your orgasm approaches. you clench down hard on him and he lets your face go briefly, letting you hide in his neck right as you gush all over him.

"there we go, that's it pretty girl." he muses. shivers wrack your entire body as the last of your orgasm washes over the both of you. toji slows the pace to a slow grind of his hips, arms locked tight around your waist to hold you down while he chases his own high.

he ruts his hips once, then twice, finally spilling his load in between your legs with a groan situated so deep in his chest that you feel the vibrations. you moan helplessly into the damp skin where his neck meets his shoulder, grinding your clit against the base of his cock just to feel those first sparks of overstim soar up your spine.

he lays you on your back once both of your heads have floated back down from the clods, still sheathed inside of you while his cum drizzles out of you around the girth of his dick.

toji’s office is cold and uninviting, a stark contrast to the heat trapped between your bodies as you recklessly bounce up, down, up, down on his cock.

“there’s my — hahh — good girl,” he grunts, one hand swirling whiskey in an expensive-looking glass while the other palms the fat of your ass. “always s’fuckin’ eager to ride me.”

you nod your head with drool staining his taut button down. his weeping tip affectionately kisses your cervix over and over in a lewd shlck! shlck! shlck! echoing throughout the bleak workspace.

suddenly, your attention is brought to something else: your brand new phone on the armrest, screen lit up with a following bzz! and much to toji’s dismay, the roll of your hips naturally slow down, curiously picking it up.

“oh my god!” you’re immediately squealing, arms wrapping back around his neck with your cunt still stuffed full, beaming with sudden excitement compared to how dumb you were going on his thick length just moments ago. “the package you bought me is being shipped today!”

the older man downed a swig of his whiskey and leaned closer to your earlobe. his hot breath fans over your skin and has you shuddering, tone becoming lower and dark.

“yeah?” he grunts, thrusting into you with twice as much force as before. “which one?”

just the idea of you spending every dime he had left, milking both his cock and his wallet, drove him insane. having you being so financially dependent on him, giving him all the control over everything you owned, had toji’s stamina increasing more than it would’ve with the likes of boner medication.

“t-the— fuck! — uhh,” you stutter, brain collecting fog with every snap of his frantic hips bucking into your gummy walls at such a meaner pace. your words were reduced to incoherent babbles as you grew closer to your high already.

“shh, y’don’t need to think, doll.” toji’s voice is dripping with a mixture of mockery and desire, grabbing and squeezing every inch of your smaller frame like you were an addictive drug. “jus’ go dumb on daddy’s dick like you’re s’posed to, mm?”

and you did, thick white ropes of cum spurting in a ring around his girthy cock without much of a warning. there’s nothing toji loved more than spoiling his little girl!

a/n thank u mimi @an9els for this idea i wanna bang u . . . i proofread for the first time who is proud of me ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა