#toji thoughts

“Soaked already?” His voice was low, dark, dangerous. “Tsk. All that fuss and noise over me, and now you’re gonna pretend you’re shy?”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

“I knew it,” he said, his voice dark and gravelly. “Knew you’d taste this sweet.”

You were too stunned to speak. Couldn’t even breathe. Your heart pounded like a war drum, but your body? Your body responded immediately—thighs falling wider open, back arching, needy cunt pulsing just from the sight of him.

“I-Is this a dream?” you whispered.

Toji smirked. “Nah, sweetheart. This is real. As real as the mess you’ve been makin’ every night thinking about me.”

You choked on air, your face burning. “W-What—?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” he growled, gripping your thighs tight, spreading you open even more. “You think I don’t know? How many times have you rubbed this pretty pussy raw with my name in your mouth? Hm?”

He leaned in, tongue flicking against your clit, sending a violent shudder down your spine.

You couldn’t speak. Your jaw trembled as he licked again, sloppier this time.

Wet, slow.

He made a damn mess out of you, tongue swirling, nose pressing against your mound. His hands squeezed your thighs like he owned them.

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert,” he hissed into you, breath hot. “Getting off to a damn anime character. Touching yourself like a filthy little girl who doesn’t know better.”

His words cut through you like lightning—but instead of shame, all you felt was heat.

Pure, molten arousal. He wasn’t wrong. He knew. And you didn’t care. You’d dreamt of this—fantasized about it endlessly. And now it was happening.

Toji flattened his tongue and dragged it over you again, then sucked your clit between his lips. You cried out, your hips jerking up, fingers digging into the sheets. Your orgasm barreled toward you like a freight train, fast and deadly.

“C’mon,” he murmured against you, teasing your swollen bud with his tongue. “Cum on my fuckin’ tongue, you nasty little slut.”

You broke.

Your entire body locked up as waves of release crashed through you. You came with a cry, hips twitching, thighs squeezing around his head, your mind blank with the intensity of it. You couldn’t stop trembling—couldn’t stop moaning his name.

Toji, Toji, Toji.

When you finally opened your eyes, he was licking his lips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Look at you,” he said, grinning.

“You came so fuckin’ hard just from my mouth. That’s all it took? That all those years of pathetic humping pillows and touching yourself to my edits built up to?”

You whimpered, too fucked out to reply. He grabbed your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his.

“You ever been touched like that before?” he asked lowly.

You shook your head. “N-No. Never.”

Toji’s eyes gleamed. “Thought so. Just like I imagined. Tight, wet, untouched.”

He sat back on his heels, then began unzipping his pants. You couldn’t tear your eyes away.

And then—there it was.

His cock.

Thick. Heavy. Veiny. Angry.

Just like you’d imagined it in all those fics you wrote, all the posts you reblogged, all the filthy daydreams you had in class. It curved slightly upward, the tip flushed dark, a bead of precum glistening at the top.

He was huge. So big it almost scared you. Almost.

Toji noticed your stare and let out a low chuckle. “You’ve been thinking about this, huh?”

You nodded, biting your lip.

He stroked himself lazily, his fist tight around the base. “Bet you wrote all about it too. Bet you described it just like this—‘thick, hot, drooling’—ain’t that right, perv?”

You flushed so hard you thought you’d combust. He was right again. You had written that exact line in a fic once. Several, actually.

“Wanna lick it?” he asked, cock bobbing slightly in his grip.

“Please,” you whispered, already leaning forward, like something primal took over you.

“Then open wide,” he said darkly, guiding his cock toward your mouth.

You opened your mouth for him, tongue out, breath hot, your throat already aching with anticipation. Your lips barely brushed the head of his cock before he let out a low, approving growl.

“Good girl,” he said.

“So fuckin’ obedient when you’ve got what you want in front of you.”

You licked a slow stripe from the base to the tip, savoring the taste of his skin—salty, musky, warm. His cock twitched in your hand, heavy and alive. You couldn’t believe how real it felt. How perfect. Your fingers barely wrapped around him, and even then there was still length left—thick veins pulsing under your touch.

“Shit,” he muttered, throwing his head back.

“You look better with my cock in your mouth.”

You flushed, but the heat only made you bolder. You wrapped your lips around the tip, suckled gently, then took more. Inch by inch. He hissed through his teeth as you pushed further, your tongue swirling, jaw stretching wide.

He was too big to fit all the way, but you tried. Desperate to take more. To please him. To earn every filthy word he’d throw at you.

Toji’s hand slid to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair.

“You’ve done this before?” he asked, voice low and teasing.

You shook your head, your mouth full of him, moaning softly.

“No?” he smirked.

“All that filth you wrote, all those fantasies—and you’ve never even sucked a cock before? Fuck. That makes this even better.”

He started guiding your head, slowly at first.

In. Out. In. Out.

Drool spilled down your chin as you gagged lightly, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

But you didn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.

Your cunt was throbbing again, slick soaking through your panties all over again just from this. Just from finally, finally tasting him.

He groaned deep in his chest, hips rolling.

“Look at you. My dirty little pervert, choking on dick like you were born for it. You needed this, didn’t you? Wrote about it in your little blog, huh? Told your readers how bad you wanted to suck me off?”

You moaned around him, your hand pumping the base while your lips worked the tip. You looked up at him through watery eyes, cheeks hollowed, letting him see every bit of desperation you felt.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re gonna make me cum just from this mouth. You know what that means?”

He pulled back suddenly, cock glistening and twitching.

“That mouth of yours? It’s mine. This pussy you keep rubbing and fingering every night thinking about me? Mine. Your fucking mind? All mine.”

And you believed it. Every damn word.

Because you wanted to be ruined.

By him.

By Toji Fushiguro.

His thrusts into your mouth get faster, more erratic, his grip tightening in your hair like he can’t hold back anymore. You gag as he pushes in deep, his cock sliding further than before, heavy and pulsing on your tongue.

“Fuck—‘m gonna cum,” he growls, voice tight and low, hips jerking.

You moan around him, never stopping, desperate to taste it—to have him finish in your mouth like you’ve imagined hundreds of times. You’ve touched yourself to that exact scenario before. Begging for it, whimpering into your pillow like a desperate little thing.

Toji’s whole body tenses. He shoves in one last time, deep enough to make your eyes water—and then he cums. Thick, hot ropes of it hit the back of your throat, spilling down your tongue. You moan at the taste, the overwhelming realness of it.

“Swallow,” he growls, looking down at you with blown pupils and a savage smirk.

“You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you? Filthy little freak—swallow it all.”

You do. You swallow every drop, not letting a single bit escape. You look up at him afterward, licking your lips, your chest heaving.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he hisses, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. “Good girl. That mouth was made for me.”

His taste still lingers on your tongue, thick and salty, as you obediently swallow every last drop—just like you’ve fantasized so many times. Your lips are still parted, your breath shaky, as you look up at him through your lashes, dazed and drunk on him.

Toji smirks, the kind that makes your knees buckle, and drags his thumb along your lower lip. “You’ve been waiting your whole damn life to swallow that, haven’t you?”

You nod dumbly. You don’t trust your voice.

You barely have time to breathe before he grabs you by the arm and pulls you up off the floor, pushing you back onto the bed like you weigh nothing.

“You think I’m done?” he sneers, towering over you now. “After all those years of teasing me in your head—touching yourself to my voice, my face, my hands?”

His hands grip the hem of your top, yanking it up and over your head, leaving your chest exposed to the cool air. Your nipples are already hard, aching. You watch, heart racing, as he stares down at you—like he’s deciding which part to ruin first.

“I’ve seen the shit you wrote,” he mutters. “The stuff you said about my hands. These fingers.” He wiggles them mockingly. “You want them in your pussy so bad, huh?”

You whimper, thighs clenching.

He leans down and wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking harshly. His teeth graze the bud and you cry out, arching into him. He groans, like he can taste how badly you need him.

“God, you’re so fucking easy. I just look at you and you’re dripping.” He squeezes your breasts together, staring at them with a hunger that makes your stomach flip. “I should’ve done this earlier.”

He places his cock between your breasts, starts moving between the plush softness, still hard—like he hadn’t just cum down your throat a minute ago.

“I’m gonna paint these pretty tits of yours,” he says, voice dark and thick. “You always imagined this, didn’t you? My cum all over your tits, yeah? Fuck. So big. So soft. All f'me, yeah?"

You gasp, nodding helplessly. Your hands grip the sheets, eyes locked on his cock as he starts jerking it faster, hovering over you. His abs tense, veins standing out along his arms. Your heart pounds in your ears.

“Fuck,” he spits, voice low and filthy.

“Look at you—lying there like my personal cum rag. You love this, huh? You live for it.”

You don’t even get the chance to respond—he cums with a guttural groan, hot ropes shooting out across your chest. Warm, sticky, messy—exactly the way you always pictured it.

It splatters across your breasts, painting your skin in thick white streaks. Your nipples are soaked, the mess dripping slowly between them, down to your stomach.

Toji stands above you, chest heaving, smirking.

“There,” he says, voice smug and breathless.

“Now you look like what you are. Mine.”

You moan, dazed and wrecked, trembling under his gaze.

And fuck, he’s not done with you yet.

He stands there for a moment, looming over you, his cock still wet and twitching despite just finishing across your chest. His eyes drop down to the mess he made, and a crooked smirk spreads across his face.

“Fuckin’ pathetic,” he mutters, dragging two fingers through the streaks of cum on your breasts, slow and lazy. “Look at you. Covered in my cum, trembling, eyes all wide like a bitch in heat. You’ve been dying for this, haven’t you?”

You gasp when he pinches a nipple, still soaked and sensitive. Your thighs press together instinctively, and he notices—of course he notices.

“Still wet?” he laughs, cruel and amused. “After I already came down your throat and marked these pretty tits? Goddamn. You’re worse than I thought.”

His hand moves between your thighs without warning, pressing down against your soaked panties. You whimper, hips twitching.

“This pussy's been ruined by me for years already, hasn’t it?” he murmurs, rubbing over the fabric slowly.

His eyes lift to meet yours. “You’ve been mine all along.”

You look away, cheeks burning, shame curling up in your chest—and making you even wetter.

“Aww, what’s this?” he coos mockingly, pushing the soaked panties aside and running a finger up your slit, gathering the slick.

“You embarrassed? What for, baby? Didn’t seem so shy when you were reading filthy fics about me while touching yourself.”

He brings his slick-covered finger to your lips.

“Open. Taste what I do to you.”

You obey. You don’t even hesitate. He slips the finger inside, smirking.

“Good girl,” he whispers darkly. “Fucking pervert.”

You moan.

“Yeah, you are. A filthy little slut, obsessed with a man who doesn’t even exist. Jealous over my dead wife—who’s neither real either. You’re out here crying over her, wishing you were the one warming my bed, the one I was filling with my cum every night. Ain’t that right?”

You nod slowly, lips trembling around his finger.

“Bet you used to look at her and say ‘Why her?’” he continues, cruel and mocking.

“Why did she get to marry him? Why did she get to ride his cock, get his babies? Bet you’d trade your whole fucking life just to have my kid, wouldn’t you?”

Your body stiffens, pulse racing at how quickly he pulls the darkest thoughts from your head and lays them bare like open wounds.

“You’d let me knock you up in a second if I told you to,” he whispers, dragging his lips down the side of your neck.

“Let me use this pussy however I wanted. Breed you raw. Fill you up every night until you’re leaking around my cock, begging for more.”

You let out a choked sob. “Toji—”

“I know, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “I know.”

His hand slides back between your legs, fingers spreading your folds again.

“Every time you cried watching me die on screen… every time you moaned out my name while you were alone in bed… I felt it. That hunger. That ache. That fucked-up love you got for me.”

You shake under his touch, lips parted, thighs twitching.

“And you know what’s worse?” he whispers against your skin. “I fuckin’ love it.”

Your breath catches.

“I like how broken you are for me. How addicted. It makes you easy. Makes you mine.”

His fingers circle your entrance, teasing but never pushing in.

“I could tell you to get on all fours, crawl to me like a bitch in heat, and you’d do it without blinking. Wouldn’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” you breathe.

“Say it,” he growls in your ear.

“I’d do anything for you, Toji,” you whimper. “I’d let you use me. Breed me. I—I love you. So much . . . It hurts.”

He laughs low and filthy.

“I know, baby. And that’s the best part. You love me. Even after all this. Even after I mock you, make you cry, humiliate you.”

He leans in closer, voice dark as sin. “You still want me to split you open, huh? Fill this needy pussy until you can’t think straight.”

You sob. “Please... please...”

“But not yet,” he whispers, licking a stripe up the side of your neck.

“Ain’t you a little pervert,” he murmurs, almost fondly. “Laying in bed, playing with that needy cunt every night, moaning my name like a bitch in heat over a man who didn’t even exist.”

He chuckles—dark, low, and taunting.

“Tell me, princess. How many times did you touch yourself to me this week alone?”

Your cheeks burn, but your thighs rub together involuntarily. “Five… six…” you whisper.

His grin widens. “Liar.”

He grabs your chin, forcing your eyes to stay locked on his.

“You came to me more than that. I can see it. You’re the kind of girl who’d do it in the bathroom between classes, aren’t you? Pathetic little slut.”

You whimper—because it’s true.

He drags his mouth down your neck, lips grazing your skin like a threat.

“Bet you cried over my death, didn’t you? All heartbroken over a man who’d ruin you if he were real.”

“I did,” you breathe, voice trembling. “I cried so hard.”

“I know.” He kisses your throat, just above your racing pulse. “Know what else I know? You’re still jealous of her.”

Your stomach twists. “...Who?”

“My wife,” he says casually, then laughs at your expression. “The dead one. The one you cursed in your head for being bred by me. You wanted it to be you, didn’t you? You wanted to be the one under me, full of my cum. Begging for it.”

Tears prick your eyes—not from shame but from overwhelming desire. Because he’s right. Every sick thought, every lonely night—you wanted it. You needed it.

He hovers above you now, breath warm on your skin, eyes gleaming.

“You think I’m done with you?”

His hand slides between your legs again, fingers grazing the oversensitive slickness there. You gasp.

“You’ve waited too long for this. So don’t you dare think I’m letting you off that easy.”

Before you can speak, he moves lower, lips trailing down to your chest—kissing, biting, claiming. He cups your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples with cruel slowness.

“You wanted me to use you here too, didn’t you? Wanted to feel me spilling all over these tits while you moaned my name like a whore.”

You cry out, back arching, and he chuckles against your skin.

“I’m not gonna stop until I fuck every last filthy fantasy out of that pretty little head of yours.”

He slides his hands beneath you, lifting you effortlessly into his lap like you weigh nothing. The head of his cock nudges between your thighs—thick, hot, already hard again.

“You ready, baby?” he whispers into your ear.

“You ready for your first real fuck to be the man you’ve been dreaming of since day one?”

You nod—shaking, desperate, and more ready than you’ve ever been.

“Then let’s make it count.”

His breath is hot on your skin, heavy with control. You’re already spread out beneath him, body aching and soaked, but he doesn’t slide in—not yet.

No, Toji is crueler than that.

Instead, he presses his hips forward, and you gasp when you feel the full length of him—hard, heavy, hot—resting along your soaked slit.

Skin to skin. No barriers.

Just his cock gliding over you, so close, so fucking close, and yet never pushing inside.

“Shit…” you whimper, already trembling.

Toji chuckles darkly above you.

“You thought I’d give it to you that easy, baby?” His hips roll slowly, dragging his length right against your swollen clit with sinful precision.

“Nah. You’ve been teasing yourself for years. Now it’s my turn.”

Each slow thrust sends sparks through your nerves. It’s maddening—his cock sliding up and down your folds, slick with everything you’ve been dripping for him. He reaches between you, spreads your lips open with his fingers, and grinds himself in deeper—his shaft rubbing against every sensitive inch, thick and hot and absolutely relentless.

“You feel that?” he whispers.

“That’s what you’ve been chasing. Every night you rubbed this needy little pussy to my name… this is what you wanted, huh?”

You moan—choked and high-pitched—barely able to speak. You can’t stop your hips from moving, trying to angle just right, trying to get him to slip in. But he holds you steady, teasing you with slow, grinding motions, never letting you have it.

“Been dreaming of my cock between your legs since the day you saw that first reel,” he mutters, voice husky with a smirk.

“You didn’t even get it at first. But now? Look at you.”

His teeth brush your ear.

“Now you’re underneath me. Dripping. Begging. Letting me hump this soaked little cunt like some desperate virgin schoolgirl.”

A whimper leaves your throat. Your hands dig into his shoulders. Your entire body is trembling from the friction—your clit pulsing, your core aching to be filled—and he still isn’t giving it to you.

Toji chuckles, watching every little reaction with a glint of pride and filth in his eyes.

“So wet, I don’t even gotta do shit. You’re just lying here, letting me fuck your thighs and clit like you were made for it.”

He grunts softly as he pushes in deeper, his tip nudging just under your folds—but not quite inside. Just a whisper of what you crave.

“You want me to fill you, don’t you?” he growls against your throat.

“You want me to fuck you for real. But you don’t get that yet.”

Your hips buck again, desperate.

“Not until you beg.”

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