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toji couldn’t pay for his haircut, so he found a better alternative...dick! mdni

the saturday evening’s sun was just beginning to make its descent, peeking its warm rays through the window’s blinds as you finished with the final touches. soft snips from sheers and scent of hair gel filled the living room, adding a perfect backdrop to the blaring sports commentator on the tv that he’d insisted on watching while you worked. 

stepping back, you pulled off the black cape with a definitive whoosh.’ the final product was exactly what he’d asked for–tousled, wet-looking, and effortlessly messy. 

“and we're done; i'll hand you the mirror in a sec.” you hummed, beginning to brush off any stray hairs that still lingered. 

fingers sweeping over his broad shoulders, and maybe allowing your hand to slip lower, just to feel the flexed, hardened muscles that lay underneath. toji didn’t seem to notice your obvious attempts, or at least he didn’t care enough to comment, letting you feel him up like it was normal and managed a small grunt in response. he rolled his shoulders, shifting in the chair; the movement only made the compression shirt tighten, like a second skin, catching a whiff of his cologne, something masculine and dark, mixed with the two-in-one body wash he used. 

"how much?"

the deep monotone voice pulled you out of the trance, not realizing how you’d practically been drooling over his abs. 

“uh, thirty dollars.”

toji didn’t say anything, just fished around his sweatpants pockets, only to come out holding a piece of lint and a crumbled gum wrapper like a taunting peace offering. 

he sucked his teeth, gaze slowly lifting to you. “aw shitt…i forgot my wallet back home, doll.” 

it was a blatant lie, full of shit. he didn’t even bother to hide the amusement in his tone. but you weren’t having any of it.

“well, if you can’t pay, you’re going to do something,” you huffed softly, mind going to chores around your house, mowing the lawn, taking out the trash, something to make up for your services. though the moment you crossed your arms, pushing up those tits, toji had another idea in mind. and it wasn’t playing house husband.

“i got somethin’ in mind.” 

Toji loves overstimulating your tits

cw: explicit, fingering, it’s hard to focus on anything when Toji treats your tits like his personal stress-relief.

You’re propped up against the headboard, pillows stuffed behind your back. Your nipple’s already puffy and shiny from all the lazy attention, flushed darker than the rest of your skin.

You smooth your fingers through his messy black hair, scratching lightly at his scalp just to feel him rumble in response. “You’re drooling on me, you know,” you mutter,

Toji doesn’t even bother opening his eyes. Just gives a lazy flick of his tongue over the bud in his mouth before sucking again. His hand keeps its steady rhythm on the other breast—thumb dragging absent circles over the nipple before squeezing again. “‘S your fault,” he mumbles around your nipple, “Mmph.”

You snort, tugging lightly on his hair. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mhm.” He pops off just long enough to nuzzle the wet tip against his cheek like he’s rubbing his face in it, then switches—mouth finding the other breast now, latching on with a happy little sigh while his hand claims the spit-slick one.

Your thighs press together under the sheets. You’re soaked, clit throbbing from nothing but the casual, sleepy way he’s playing with you. “Toji…”

He hums against you, “What’s up, baby?” Another slow pull of his mouth, tongue swirling lazy circles now. “You good?”

“You’re—” Your breath hitches when his thumb flicks your nipple just right. “You’re gonna make me horny doing that.”

He cracks one green eye open, lazy smirk tugging at his scarred lips even with your tit still in his mouth. “Yeah? That a bad thing?”

You try to glare down at him but it comes out more like a pout. “It is when I’m supposed to be sleeping, I have an early meeting tomorrow Ji—f-fuck.” you moan, head tipping back against the pillows.

“Want me to keep goin’, or you want somethin’ else, baby?”

You swallow hard, thighs trembling around his.“Keep—keep going,” you manage. “Just… don’t stop.”

He drags two fingers down your stomach, teasing the waistband of your panties before slipping under. Finds you dripping. “Shit. This wet from me playin’ with your tits? You’re easy tonight.”

You grab his wrist like that’ll stop him. “Says the guy who can’t go five minutes without a tit in his mouth.”

Toji snorts against your skin, “Five minutes? Baby, I can go all night with these in my face.”

He gives a slow suck that makes your back arch before popping off with a wet smack. “And look at you—grabbin’ my wrist like you actually want me to stop. Real cute.”

His fingers stay right where they are, middle one dragging through your slick in one long, teasing stripe before circling your clit. You whimper, fingers tightening in his hair. “Toji—”

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” He nuzzles right between your tits now. “Look at this mess,” he mutters, almost fond. Two fingers spread you open so he can watch himself tease. “All this ‘cause I played with your tits for ten minutes?”

“Twenty,” you pant. “Feels like twenty.”

“Poor baby.” He dips one finger inside then pulls back out, spreading your wetness up over your clit again. “Guess I should make it up to you.”

Two thick fingers sink in slow, curling just right while his thumb stays on your clit, rubbing messy little circles. Your back arches, thighs falling open wider. “Toji—fuck—right there—”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl gonna come f’me?”” He latches back onto your nipple at the same time. You come gushing hard around his hand as your whole body jerks against his. He pulls off with a wet pop, licks his soaked fingers clean while staring you down all smug. “Made a fuckin’ mess, baby.”

fluff - waking up husband!toji for your pregnancy cravings 

toji has reached flow state. he’s dreaming about silence. warm blankets. deep sleep. peace.

then you poke his cheek.

“toji.”

he groans.

you poke him harder. “toji. wake up. it’s urgent.”

he cracks one eye open and stares at you. you’re currently kneeling beside him on the bed. your hair is messy, per usual. oversized t-shirt barely covering your round little belly, which is currently being rubbed in soothing circles.

“your baby wants strawberry milk and karaage,” you whisper.

he blinks. you blink back.

“it’s 2:47am.”

“okay but he’s hungry.” you pout, gesturing dramatically at your belly. “and also i might cry if i don’t get a convenience store egg sandwich in the next ten minutes.”

he sighs and rolls onto his back like a soldier preparing for a huge battle. “you’re so fuckin’ lucky you’re cute. and pregnant. so i legally can't say no to you.”

“i know! i’m too cute!” you grin while wiggling your hips, doing some weird dance.

toji just sighs. again.

ten minutes later, he’s in sweatpants and slides with the keys in one hand. your shoe in the other because you had forgottn them on the stairs. you’re waddling behind him, clutching a small pompompurin tote bag and babbling about how the baby is already showing signs of amazing food taste.

“the baby’s gonna come out loving strawberry milk. i’m going to make sure of it.”

“kid’s gonna pop out as a strawberry,” toji mutters.

once you arrive at the konbini, you're as excited as a kid at disneyland. you grab melon bread. onigiri. 5 corndogs (1 for toji, 1 for you and the rest for ‘the baby’) three types of chips. two cartons of milk. pudding. dried squid?

toji squints. “you don’t even like that.”

“he does.”

“you’re gonna blame everything on the fetus now, huh.”

“he’s very persuasive.”

toji just grunts and pays. you cling to his arm the whole way home while happily sipping from your milk carton.

finally, at home and you’re curled up in bed with your snack hoard. your legs r thrown over toji’s lap while he massages your feet.

you hum, sleepy and soft and warm. “this is the life.”

“that's great for you. my life is being your snack servant and full-time masseur.”

“well, you knocked me up. so...”

he pinches your calf. you giggle, causing your round belly to shift. toji leans down and presses a kiss to it. you just smile, letting your eyes fluttering shut.

toji leans back against the headboard, knowing full well you’re going to be hungry again in 5 minutes.

based on this request

★ OlderBF!Toji Fushiguro x Bratty!Reader

★ W/C: ~1.7k Masterlist.ᐟ

★ Synopsis: Your OlderBF!Toji hates when you steal his cigarettes, especially when coming home after a long shift to an empty carton. Luckily, he kills two birds with one stone. He gets to let off some steam and your oral fixation gets satisfied.

C/W: age gap (Reader: early twenties | Toji: wtv feels right hehe), Degradation, Oral (m! receiving), Throat fucking, cum swallowing, hair pulling/grabbing, rough and mean toji :(( reader who loves it hihi, cigarette smoking.

"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"

Disapproving.

Loud, dark, rude and disapproving. His tone was clear as day, the sharpness of each word shocking the synapses in that fuzzy little head of yours, each brutal thrust nudging his thick cockhead further against the bruise at the back of your throat.

"Greedy girl—" he purrs, pupils dilating at the sight of you teary eyed and peering up at him, little streaks of mascara running down your flushed cheeks as they hollowed out around him.

"Never fuckin' listen."

You assumed he'd just make you smoke the whole pack, perched on his lap and writhing beneath his iron grip, the nicotine making you dizzy with each inhalation.

That's what he usually did.

When he'd notice his packs going from 25, to 17, to 8 by the end of the day, he'd drag you down onto his knee, popping a stick between your lips before lighting the tip and making you finish what you started.

But this time, he reserved his soft reprimands, resorting to a much more imposing form of punishment.

He had just finished a particularly long job, shoulders heavy and low atop dragging feet, marching towards his bedside to retrieve a pack of Marlboros—only to be greeted with the sight of an empty carton.

“Hey, kid—" He called from the bedroom, his voice gravelly and firm.

Legs shifting on the living room carpet, every nerve in your body tensed at the sound—a smoky aftertaste still present on your tongue.

“Get your ass in here, princess–”

And you did—albeit apprehensively. Feet dragging against the hardwood, your heels cling to the friction in an attempt to slow yourself down—to delay having to face your boyfriend's dark, pervasive glare.

You round the corner, his thick thighs spread over the edge of the bed, feet firmly planted to the ground. Eyes already piercing the door frame, he stared at you, scarred lips pressed into a thin line.

“C’mere.”

The air around him was hot, wafting tobacco and mint off of him like it always does. Every angry, tense nerve of his body shrouding the room in a dark, heavy air.

You settle between his legs, standing sheepishly as his warmth surrounds you—a hand settling on the skin just beneath your ass.

Swallowing hard, your palms rested on the broad expanse of his shoulders, rough grip pulling you towards him as he stared up at you through hooded eyes.

“Baby,” he mumbled, thumb flicking the top off his now-empty pack, an irate vein bulging from the side of his throat—jaw clenched and cold.

“Been smoking my cigs?” He asks flatly, his free hand holding up the carton for you to observe, carefully analyzing your expression.

“Answer.”

You straightened your back, fingers tense on the fabric of his tee.

“Just a couple." The words were heavy and reluctant—a familiar tremor bubbling in your chest. “m'sorry Toj, they’re just really expensive and sometimes I need to wind down,”

With a thick hand pulling you closer by the skin of your thigh, his cold eyes stared up at you through obsidian lashes.

"And what did I say about takin' em?"

You shifted your weight between feet, eyes darting to the floor in an attempt to avoid his oppressive stare.

"You don't want me to,"

He exhaled long and loud, the air fanning against the bare skin of your thighs, his head dropping down to peek into the carton again—wishing a cig would magically appear and aid his strive for relief.

"That's right."

The silence is loud. It's heavy, uncomfortable and weirdly intimate—nerves buzzing from adrenaline.

"So, what now, hm?" he perks up, eyes stern and narrowed. “Clearly you've got some sorta, oral fixation or somethin’. Gotta be the only reason why you won't fuckin’ listen to me, right girlie?"

Your hands trembled against his tense muscles, unsure of what to do next, afraid to speak, to move, to breathe. But subconsciously, you nod and shudder, bottom lip tightly tucked between teeth.

"s'what I thought."

He rose, body warm against yours as he towered above, suddenly shrouded in his tall shadow. Staring down with that playful expression—the lustful nature of his fantasies were blatantly obvious from his dark-eyed smirk.

“Had a long day, pretty girl,” he began, a heavy hand on your shoulder applying the softest pressure—delicate enough to pass as soothing, but perverted enough to make your knees weak. As you sank to the carpeted floors, your fingers traced the front of his thighs—his gaze setting your nerves ablaze.

"And now I can’t even smoke.”

You swallow hard, the edge in his voice slicing through your innocence, a weak quiver stuttering in your chest.

“All cause you had to go around stealin' my cigs, even after I told you off.”

Your lips were squished together, puckered between his thick, calloused fingers squeezing your flushed cheeks. His grip was rough. Hard and mean, shaking your head side to side to further mock and tease you. Whatever remained of his playful demeanor was gone, leaving you with his fiery, determined admonitions.

You fucked up, you knew that.

But with the way he looked down at you, harsh and remorseless—you’d gladly do it again.

With a large hand fisting your hair, he guided your head back a little—making room for himself. His digits dipped below the waistband of his sweats, tugging it down to reveal his hardening length—bulging from beneath the stretched fabric of his underwear.

“Gonna make it up to me, hm? Gonna let me fuck that little throat?”

His cock twitched at your eager nod, watching as you palmed him through the thin fabric—warm and pulsing beneath palms. Entranced by your desire, his eyes raked over your every feature. The way your soft lips quivered, the way your fingers trembled around his waistband, the way your pupils dilated when you finally freed his cock—flushed red and dripping.

It hung low, heavy and thick—large veins running down the length to his wide angry tip, dribbles of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Your mouth watered at the sight, and you could barely keep yourself from him. He was warm under your touch, the pulse of rushing blood coursing through him—feeling him twitch beneath your delicate strokes.

“Tongue.” He growled, swatting your hand away from him as he awaited your compliance.

Saliva glistening on the muscle, his freehand reached down to guide his bulbous tip onto the flesh, softly tapping it against your taste buds.

“Want somethin’ in your mouth that badly?”

Glassy eyes stared up at him, cheeks flushed and eager—strings of precum and spit squelching with every pat of his leaky tip. He tasted bitter, warm and salty—the flavor addictive to your buds, shocks of lust melting your brain with each lewd tap.

“I’ll give you something to wrap those pretty lips around—"

His chest tightened, feeling you gently close around him—the pressure of your warm mouth sending waves of pleasure through his nerves.

Seeing him like this, your usually tired, gruff old boyfriend letting his mask of loving indifference slip was quite the rarity. Yeah, he’d get rough, dark, dominant—but nothing like this.

It just made you wetter, all desperate and lecherous—quivering legs pressed together in an attempt to relieve the pulsing ache between your thighs.

He noticed, he always does.

And with a devilish smirk tugging his scar, he thrust into your mouth—hips rolling forward, kissing his thick tip against the back of your throat. “Pathetic.”

Another nudge of his hips sank him deeper into the warmth of your maw, maintaining a rough pace as he dragged you into each thrust—thick fingers tangled in your hair.

Tears gathered on your lashes, threatening to fall with each brutal touch of his length bruising your throat. The friction of his veiny cock against your lips was euphoric. Better than any cigarette—this was your real addiction, foam bubbling at the corners of your lips, running down your chin in a debaucherous concoction.

“Look at you.”

His face twisted in sadistic pleasure, obsessed with the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth—the feeling of your warm moans vibrating against him. It just made him rougher, tears running down your cheeks as he quickened his pace—unable to get his eyes off your pathetic expression.

"When will you fuckin' learn huh?"

He pushed further, cock buried to the hilt—your nose pressed to the soft hairs of his happy trail. Tongue darting out beneath him, you traced his veins up and down—a shuddered, rough groan escaping him.

"Greedy girl—"

He got closer and closer with every thrust, your heavenly maw encasing him so perfectly—the gooey warmth of your wet mouth like a drug.

"Never fuckin' listen."

Pulling back with a wet pop!, he watched as you caught your breath. His thumb traced the mess on your chin, face glazed with saliva and tears—pretty little dark streaks decorating your cheeks. You reached up to work his cock, hands pumping and rolling over the tip—tracing his frenulum just the way he likes it.

“Open.” He spoke, low and gravely.

His release painted your tongue a milky white. Thick ropes of cum filling your mouth with every squeeze of your fingers, your eager expression sending him even further over the edge. Lips wrapped around the tip, you bob your head, drawing out every last drop before swallowing hard—savoring the warmth of his delicious load.

Tongue lolling out, you proudly show him your clean mouth—the absence of his seed making his breath hitch.

“Fuck, look at that. Swallowed every drop, hm?”

You nod, he smirks.

“Good girl,” a firm hand cupped your cheek, his calloused thumb stroking the skin. His hold was warm and soft, still riding out the high of his orgasm as he stared down at you—gaze loving and gentle.

“learn your lesson?” He asked.

And despite the remorseful nod you gave him, you knew that wasn’t true.

You knew that the second you’d hear the front door click! with the sound of him leaving for work, your grubby little fingers would already be digging in his coat pockets for a pack.

And when he’d catch you again, visibly fuming at the sight, you’d just ash the cigarette—looking up at him with those glossy doe eyes.

“Sorry toj, can’t help it.”

Then you were on your knees.

“S’my oral fixation”

Masterlist.ᐟ

OlderBF!Toji who fucks his pretty brat!girlfriend, anytime, anyplace, even when she's busy doing chores.

w/c: 1.8k ✮⋆˙

𑣲Content Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) impact play/spanking, rough-ish sex, overstimulation, breeding, creampie, choking/breathplay, dacryphilia, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head, he's a meanie :(

You’d think that with age, his libido would diminish.

Wrong. Dead wrong.

Unlike his face—soft lines surrounded by the salt and pepper of his scruff—his sex drive never aged. Still so needy and hot—the drive of a younger, much hungrier man.

You'd never been with someone like him, his figure so filled out and dense, frame sporting a layer of plush, tender skin pulled taut over thick muscle. He was a beefy man, and he had the appetite for it.

It seeped into every moment, always a hand on your thigh, eyes on you. He'd tug at your belt loops, a hand in your back pocket—always touching and prodding and grabbing like you're his to keep.

He was relentless, always ready to go.

The moment he felt your peaceful frame awake beneath the sheets, he was already sneaking a large hand down your pyjama shorts and tugging at the waistband of your panties.

“Toji- c’mon, already?”

His hand retreated slowly, placidly rubbing circles into your lower back.

“Morning woods not gonna fix itself, doll.” He’d defend, shapes slowly lowering again as you let out an agreeing hum.

He’d take you slow and deep on mornings like this, soft promises spilling from his lips as he grinds into the plush of your ass, face buried in the crook of your neck.

“Look at you” The words fanning across your nape as he pressed soft kisses to the skin. "Actin' all bothered when you're cunt's already gushin' for me"

You whine lazily, tip nudging deeper and deeper into your heat—that delicious burn stretching your walls around his throbbing length.

He kisses your jaw, your neck—all the way down to your shoulder.

“M’gonna take you shoppin’ later… buy you somethin’ real nice…ngh-” you nodded softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Haah-we need more d-detergent…softener too,” you spoke—voice shaky and rasped.

He loved the domesticity, the convenience. The way his length pistoned in and out of your pussy and all you could talk about was the mundane nuances of everyday life—it was perfect.

The times it did get annoying were when you were trying to get something done.

Anything done.

It wasn’t late—early afternoon as you stood by the edge of the bed, arms wrapped around a pile of laundry you had carried from the machine. You steadied yourself, prepping a stance before launching onto the bed—warm and fuzzy laundry tickling your body as you shamelessly rolled around in it.

You hummed to yourself, flopping fully onto your stomach.

The day had already been filled with a trip into the city—grabbing coffee early in the morning before stopping at the mall, then the grocery store—back in time to get started on weekly chores. All that exhaustion expressed with a loud huff, melting into the toasty clean laundry.

Then you heard him.

The way he comes down the hall—large feet planting grounded steps into the hardwood, treading closer—you already know what he wants.

You rolled onto your back, body awkwardly laying across the lumpy mass of fresh linen, watching as he snakes around the corner, inching closer and closer.

“You look comfy,”

“I am,”

He stops in front of you, leaning down—hands grabbing your thighs and squishing them gently.

“Wanna play?” he asks, eyes wide—tongue lathering his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes hard, causing him to scoff at your attitude.

“God, you're obsessed." you started. "No, not now. I have to fold the laundry and finish writing a paper for class—can't you just jerk off or something?”

His grip tightened, spreading your thighs slowly as he nestleled himself between them.

“Please baby?”

His thick bulge nudged against your crotch—immediately sending a warm pulse to your cunt.

Fuck.

Fuuuuuuuuucck-

"j-ji, cut it out" you shuddered—but your hips moved on their own, grinding into him as you shamelessly chased the friction.

A satisfied hum rang from his throat as he watched you buck against him. “Mmm, there she is-”

He lifted your legs, spreading wider before holding them to your chest—clothed cunt on display just for him.

His thumb found your slit, teasing strokes running up and down—dipping to apply pressure to your needy clit. Moisture seeped through the cloth, a wet patch already forming against the pad of his thumb. A throaty chuckle rumbled in his chest, eyes flickering between your face and his hand—strokes getting rougher by the second.

“So wet already. Don’t know why you play coy so much baby, I know you want my cock as much as I want your cunt, hm? Always tryna fight it.”

He clicked his tongue dismissively, as if he caught you being bad.

You bucked into him, his free hand tugging at the waistband of your pants.

“Ji-” eyes staring up at him, annoyed. “Just, hurry up okay?"

He exhaled through his nose, fingers shucking your pants off as he shook his head.

“Kid, you know me, right?” He pulled the cloth over your feet, dropping it on the floor beside him. “You know I like to savour this, savour you.”

You blinked at him, a flat expression adorning your features—Unimpressed, a little frustrated but very turned on. Your legs dangled pathetically in the air.

“So,” His thick palms wrapped around your ankles.

“Don’t fuckin’ rush me”

He yanked hard, your entire body jerking towards him with one brutish pull—ass smaking hard against his clothed pelvis. “Toji!” Your hands desperately grasped at the clothes beneath you to steady yourself.

He was always so gentle—worried that he’d underestimate himself and overwhelm you with his strength. But after a long day of being beside you—the way you’d smile at him sweetly before speaking some bratty remark, playfully bickering about eachother's habits, teasing— he couldn't get the thought of fucking you dumb out of his mind, finally shutting you up.

He tugged the waistband of his sweats down, length springing free. Flushed and aching, he pressed the head to your entrance, rubbing it languidly between your folds. "Mmm-" dark eyes catching yours, you shuffled your hips up—pulling your knees to your chest in anticipation.

He was so mean, nudging the tip against your clit, tapping himself against you, dipping slightly at your hole—but never enough to let you feel the stretch.

"Ji, don't be mean. C'mon jus' do it," you whine.

You couldn't read him, expression cold and controlled. He lined himself up, cockhead steadily pressed against you as he snaked a hand around your throat—not hard, just holding. "Always complaining" he began sinking in, that slow toe-curling burn bubbling in your tummy.

"Always so fuckin' eager, hm? Never lettin' me take my time, enjoy my meal." He snapped his hips foreward, nearly knocking the wind out of you.

"t-that's-ngh cause you're always hungry-" You retort.

His hand squeezed around your throat, possessive and punishing. His rhythm picked up, the wet plap! plap! plap! of skin on skin filled the room. "At least i'm honest. All you do is complain and still get to have your greedy cunt filled whenever."

"You ungrateful,"

Smack!

"brat."

Smack!

Your hands found his forearm, squeezing hard and pulling him in recoil from the searing pain on your ass. His hand massaged over the sting, soothing the reddened skin as he felt the impossibly tight clench of your walls.

Whines and mewls fall from your lips, driving his thrusts deeper with every smack of his pelvis. Eyes bleary, tears begin to form on your lashes—running down his knuckles in dark little streaks. His hand loosened around your throat, sliding his thumb into your mouth and pressing as you began to suck.

The sight was beautiful.

Knees hiked up to your chest, his hand on your jaw as your pink lips puckered out between hollowed cheeks. Your skin was flushed, fingers digging into the arm that held you—desperately holding on in defense of his unrelenting thrusts—frame jolting up against the bed.

"M-mgh, Toj- feels so good" You spoke, his thumb running a long stripe of your spit down your chin. Hips bucking down into him, you met his sloppy thrusts half-way, squelch! after squelch! foaming slick around his cock.

"My pretty girl." he purred.

His grip was softer, thumb caressing your cheek. His eyes—glued to yours, obsessed with the pathetic gaping of your mouth—silent, breathy moans rolling off your tongue. "Mm-gonna cum" You sob a broken, puny sound.

"are you now?"

Both of his large hands hook under your knees, using his obscene strength to pin your legs back into a deep mating press, his cock bruising your cervix when he bottomed out. You let out a broken wail—crying out with every brutal hilt, sucking air through your teeth.

"T-toj ahh, f-fuck..!"

"Cum on my cock, girlie. let me feel it." He towered over you, eyes piercing yours, drawing out each vulnerability. You nod absentmindedly, too wrapped up in pleasure to do otherwise.

Snap!

The tight coil in your tummy springs a loud orgasm through your body, cunt spasming around his cock. Pleasure shocked your core, leaving you a shaky sensitive mess under his continuous ramming. You gushed and gushed, slick dripping a creamy white ring around him, soaking into his pubic hair.

He came rushing after—thick white ropes bred your womb, gushing out from around his shaft. Your juices mixed together in an absurd, filthy concoction—a stretchy long dribble of slick connecting your heats as he pulled out.

Cum slid out from your slit, forcing him to stuff his thick digits into your leaky orifice. "hold it in baby, keep it warm."

His thumb found your clit, rubbing soft circles into it as your legs writhed beneath him, feet pressing against his abs to push him away.

"tsk- don't fight baby, just feel it." A tinge of disapproval coating his tongue. You whimper, spreading further as you watch him overstimulate your poor cunt, helpless under his watching gaze.

Your head span from sensitivity, another wave crashing down.

Your toes curled hard, vision blurring white as you bucked your hips into him—legs shaking pathetically with a cracked, shuddered whine.

His load came spilling out, leaking down your slit along with your second orgasm, soaking into the fabric below.

You caught your breath, his tall frame peering down at you, firm and domineering. "Mmm..." a proud little sound rumbled from him—hands running up and down the backs of your spread thighs—admiring your creamy cunt as a hazy expression stared back at him.

"Tojiii-" You paw at him, wanting the warm comfort of his arms around you.

He leaned down, hands finding your waist as he pulled you flush against his chest. "Love gettin' your cunt stuffed, hm?" A deep, comforting kiss pressed to your lips. Reassurance, gratitude and praise all in one.

His hand traced your spine up and down in soothing lines, pulling back to press his forehead against yours. "You're welcome." You muster out brattily, never shying away from an opportunity to toy with him.

"you little shit," he chuckles low, landing a soft smack to your thigh.

He pulls back, planting his feet firmly to the ground, reaching behind you to grab a 'fresh' pair of fluffy shorts from the pile of clothes, shuffling them up your ankles—tugging them to your hips.

"So...want help with the laundry?"

<Previously on OlderBF!Toji • Next on OlderBF!Toji>

OlderBF!Toji got sick of his bratty young ho girlfriend poking fun at him for being older, knowing damn well he can fuck the attitude right outta her if he wanted to.

w/c: 1.2k ✮⋆˙ Masterlist

𑣲Content Warnings: age gap (Reader: early/mid twenties, Toji: late thirties/early forties) implied marathon, overstimulation, breeding, slight dubcon if u squint and tilt ur head (barely), creampie, headlocks, dacryphilia, improper use of Heavenly Restriction(a lil), toji being mean but then being sweet again :3

Don't get it twisted, 

Sex with Toji was good—Reeeeaaallly good. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't wonder what it would've been like to fuck him when he was younger, to have your beast of a man drill you with the kind of fervor that only comes from guys your age—or so you thought. 

He was used to your antics, teasing the loud grunt he’d make when getting out of bed in the morning, how he couldn’t figure out how to pair his shitty old phone to the Bluetooth in his car, even his choice in emojis and TV shows. He always gave you the same reactions, shooting you a deadly glare, ruffling your hair or even landing a hard smack! to whichever ass cheek of yours is nearest.

But what he didn’t expect, was for you to bring the teasing into the bedroom. 

He was grinding into you slow and deep, savouring the friction of each vein and ridge rubbing against your warm insides. You ground your hips back into him, shooting him a shit eating grin before hitting him with a quip you’d come to regret.

“Harder Ji, C’mon show me what that Heavenly Restriction can do,” 

He chuckled deep, snapping his hips just a smidge harder, nudging his tip deeper into your cunt. “Careful what you wish for,” Another loud plap! of his pelvis smacked against your ass. 

“Mmm, I get it,” you started 

“Worried you gonna fracture your hip?” 

You watched his face drop, a devilish smirk tugged at his lips.

“I’m gonna give you one last chance 'cause I really don’t think y’know what you’re gettin’ yourself into, girlie.” 

You had him right where you wanted him, now for the last little push-

 “Is that so, old man?”

"Aww baby, c'mon—haah—jus' one more hm? Can you do that f'me pretty girl? Just one more?" 

You couldn't tell how long it had been. After round three he flipped you onto your back, sometime around round six you almost slipped off the bed entirely. At this point, you had changed positions so many times you began to wonder how much longer until you'd pass out from exhaustion—struggling to keep up with his seemingly infinite libido.

"Ngh—t-Toj, s'too much," you mewled, eyes bleary from depletion as you grasped desperately at the sheets. One more he said, a plea adorned with praise and flattery in an attempt to ease you into your next inevitable orgasm. 

Your face was buried in his pillows, the scent of cigarettes and cologne overwhelming your senses as tears and drool soaked into the cushion. Large hand tracing up and down your spine, he pressed your already impossibly deep arch further, angling his hips to rut into your poor cunt even harder. 

He reached down to grip your jaw, harshly pulling you up to meet his gaze. Dark eyes pierced into yours, primal and hungry. Your arms pathetically dangled in front of you till they found his veiny forearms, holding on for dear life as he used you like his own personal fuck-toy. Every pitiful whine that bubbled from your throat only egging him on further. 

"Too much huh? Isn't this what you wanted? Ngh—for me to fuck you stupid?" His thumb smeared tears around your flushed cheeks, mascara running down your neck leaving pretty little streaks across the array of purple and red hickeys painting your throat. 

"Yes... b-but-" 

"Then fuckin' take it." 

His already vicious tempo intensified ten-fold, his pelvis blushing bright red from each cruel thrust, wet sounds of your aching cunt filling the room.

"fuckin'' Plap!

"Take it" Plap!

Squeltch! 

His hips stuttered from sensitivity, still bottoming out and fucking his nth load back into your dripping pussy. Every nudge of his thick cock head against your cervix forced your eyes to roll back into your head, jaw hanging open as spit ran down your chin.

Fucked stupid. Any word or thought that began to form in that cute little head of yours was immediately knocked out your ears by his brutish thrusts. Bruises from his rough grip decorated your thighs like abstract watercolour—dirtied from cum and slick.

He knocked an exceptionally puny sob out of you, causing his rhythm to falter slightly. "you alright, kid?" he probes, earning an eager and frantic nod as you bounced your hips back against him—meeting his sloppy thrusts halfway. "Mmm, atta girl." 

He took the opportunity to snake his arm around your throat into a mean headlock, laying you back onto the bed as he pressed his weight down onto you—thick cock stirring your insides. 

The new position was both suffocating and euphoric, allowing him access to that gooey spot that always had you gushing around him. He flexed his arm harshly, causing your cheeks to puff up around him as your drool and tears ran down his bicep. 

Your already incoherent noises turned into straight babbling when he hiked your knee up with his own, rutting into you even deeper, cock fucking you to the hilt.

 "Feel good doll? Y'feel so fuckin' good t'me—haahh" 

That familiar pressure bubbled in your tummy, pleasure shooting through to each nerve as he nudged against your sweet spot over and over and over. You choked on another pathetic coo, whining and crying out muddled whimpers as you rode out another mind-numbing orgasm.

He felt the way you shifted beneath him, the tight squeeze of your walls a sign of your climax—but he didn't stop.

Instead, he snaked his free hand down to your gushing heat to rub harsh circles to your sensitive clit. You jerked and thrashed beneath him, nails digging into his strong arm, almost breaking skin. 

Your incessant clenching and writhing brought him closer to yet another release, chasing the barely-there friction from your slippery cunt before spurting out another warm load. "F–fuck-" he groaned into your hair, his body limply softening around you, catching his breath. 

He pulled out nice and slow, earning a gentle whine from you at the now unfamiliar emptiness. A warm gush! of your juices leaked out of your hole, running down and pooling into the bedsheets. He sat back on his heels, admiring your placid form melting into the pillows. 

A warm hand palmed your ass, spreading you open enough for him to watch his cum drip out slowly, topping it off with a light smack against the cheek, massaging over the redness. You pushed against his palm, peering at him over your shoulder expecting to see those rapacious emerald eyes staring back. Instead, his gaze was soft—all love and delicacy. 

Lips curled into a smile, his hand moved up to the small of your back to rub soothing circles into the skin. 

"Y'did so good baby, so, so good." Praise falling from his lips as he massaged the soreness from your spent form, eventually slipping out of bed to fetch a warm rag and one of his shirts. 

The night melted away slowly, nuzzled in the crook of his neck as he held you close, kisses peppering your forehead. 

"Next time you run your mouth like that, I won't be so nice, got it?" 

That was him being nice?

• Next on OlderBF!Toji>

𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. height difference + jjk men — seeing you struggling to initiate a kiss, ft. gojo, nanami, toji, choso

tags \\ warnings. jjk men x gf!reader (separately). fluff, suggestive themes. size difference obviously: reader is shorter than the characters. little hint of an age gap in toji’s part (you; early 20’s, he early 30’s). reader gets referred to as ‘small, short, adorable’. nicknames used ‘baby, sweetheart, princess, little girl, angel’. includes drabbles for each character :: mlist.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“what’s the matter, baby?” satoru easily notices whenever you’re internally debating something. you’d fidget with your clothes, look around and nibble on your bottom lip.

even if you say that it’s nothing, your lover knows that you mean the exact opposite. he walks hand-in-hand with you out of the boutique where he had bought you a pretty dress. his thumb rubs your skin gently, hoping to comfort you with whatever you’re struggling to say.

“it’s uhm,” you finally speak up. satoru halts his steps and tilts his head with a curious pout on his lips. he doesn’t want to pressure you into anything, so he keeps quiet.

જ⁀➴ ♡ MDNI, your roommates, sukuna and toji, can’t stop perving over you! fem!reader

part 2!

you’re in desperate need of an apartment when the listing is put up, a three bedroom apartment with two roommates already settled in. their last roommate is moving for a job opportunity, so they’re looking for a replacement.

imagine sukuna and toji’s surprise when the replacement is your cute self. you replied to their listing almost immediately, and you were welcomed into their loving arms (too loving).

they both found you attractive. a small, cute little thing prancing around the apartment. you got comfortable fast, walking around in the shortest of shorts and see through tops that left your perky tits basically exposed.

you were a forgetful little thing. often you’d leave your laundry out for anyone to see, pretty lacy panties a sight to behold right on top of the pile of clothes.

sukuna tried to be respectful, put your belongings back in place and not stare at your hard nipples through the sheer fabric of your night shirt. but it was getting increasingly hard, especially when you bent over like that, arched for your ass to stick out just perfectly. they’ve both imagined taking you just like that, shorts pooled to your feet, panties tugged to the side, as he pounds into you at a punishing pace for acting like such a teasing minx.

toji was the first to indulge. it started with panties being stolen from your laundry, always a sexy black pair. he even stole your favorite thong! but who could blame him, when you kept them out so willingly like that?

toji felt no guilt when he wrapped the black lace around his thick cock, rutting up into it like you were really there. he’d moan your name quietly, teeth sank deep into his bottom lip as he imagined pounding that tight pussy of yours. he wondered if you were a virgin, fantasized about stealing your virginity in at least ten different positions around the house.

“fuuuuck baby,” he’d groan out, head thrown back as he chased his high. “this wet f’er me? gonna let me breed that pretty little pussy?” he’s chanting obscenely, praising your absent body until thick ropes of cum are shooting out of his cock, right into your black thong. he can’t help but feel disappointed it was wasted, not inside you, but now soiling the fabric of your favorite pair. oh well, now toji can fantasize about your prancing around the house with his cum stained into your panties, rubbing against your cunt.

toji makes it a habit to jerk off to you at least once a day. he’s worried he’s starting to become obsessed with you, no longer attracted to the hot women that frequent parties. when he does indulge in the sex, he ends up pissing the girl off by moaning your name at the end. oh well, not like he wanted them to stay anyways.

sukuna, on the other hand, was much less indulgent. he felt ashamed at first, jerking off one night after watching you bend over so prettily on the kitchen table. the sight of your skirt riding up to show off your panties, folds visible beneath the fabric. he caught the way your panties were just slightly damp, leaving him to fantasize about eating that pussy all night long ‘till you’re crying. he wants to suck on that pretty clit till you’re screaming, fuck you with his tongue ‘till you’re squirting all over his face.

sukuna becomes less ashamed when he finds out toji’s just as much of a perv he is. some bitch came whining to his ear, asking sukuna who you were. said toji wouldn’t stop moaning your name during sex, wanted to know who it was that ‘stole her man.’

sukuna doesn’t feel remorse anymore when he jerks off in the shower to you, washcloth full of that fruity body wash you use held straight against his nose as he imagines fucking into you like he’s always wanted. imagines bending you over right here in the shower, fucking you so hard the only thing you can say is his name, cockdrunk.

you’re too busy to notice your roommates perving over you, constantly studying or working to give them a second thought. but you do notice the way your panties go missing, or your body washes mysteriously lose product. and then it all clicks.

₊˚⊹ᰔ sukuna x reader x toji

₊˚⊹ᰔ you can read pt. 1 here, or it can be read separately! MDNI. fem!reader, p in v, oral (f receiving), lots of teasing, bratty reader, trip to paris iykwim, NOT PROOFREAD! sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes!

it’s been a week since your five brain cells finally formed a thought and you discovered your roommates were utter pervs, jerking off shamelessly to you! at least sukuna tried to hide it, but toji? he’d straight up check you out, shamelessly! he even started flirting! it’s a good thing you’ve been acting so slutty on purpose, you wanted this reaction. whats wrong with a girl being a perv, too? they were big, strong, sexy men! doesn’t hurt a girl to flaunt a little for their attention, and you had their attention alright.

while they were shameless, boy did they have some self control. toji flirted, yea, but neither of them would ever go out of their way to touch you intimately. you knew they jerked off every night to you, could hear them groaning your name, but they never tried anything. it was great they were so respecting of your personal space, but you were asking for this, for goodness sake!

you began masturbating, loudly, with the door cracked open just a smidge so your two dumb, horny roommates could take a goddamn hint. you know they both witnessed you dipping your fingers into your sopping cunt, teasing yourself with that old hot pink vibrator, and heard you moaning their names, so why have they not budged yet?! toji walked in on you fucking yourself on a seven inch dildo and sukuna watched you squirt all over your bedsheets while chanting his name- so why had neither of them stepped forward to just fuck you already? you were beginning to think you were acting like more of a perv than them.

it was time to up your game. show them you were just as into them as they were you. and you had just the perfect plan: seduce them, get their gears turning, sex! your first target? toji.

✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: TOJI.

toji was the easier target, surely he’d fold first. you know how fascinated he is with your panties, so here you are, shoving a victoria’s secret bag stuffed with lingerie and panties right in his face.

“toji! i need your help picking which one is the sexiest. could you help me?” you’re looking at him as sultry as ever, eyelashes batting sweetly, bottom lip jut out just a tad for your teeth to sink into. toji already looks far gone just staring into the contents of the bag, he’ll be so easy.

“you want my help, doll? why d’ya need this many pairs, anyways? tryna impress some guy?”

“something like that,” you’re twirling your hair with your pointer finger now, looking up at him beneath batted lashes. you cant help the smirk that tugs at your lips when you see his expression morph into one of irritation. he’s a jealous guy, too? you’re going to have so much fun with him.

“shouldn’t you be showin’ him, then?” toji questions, arms crossing across his chest, making his biceps squeeze so deliciously under that tight shirt of his. you make an effort to shamelessly stare at the way his biceps bulge, give him the fucking hint that you’re into him.

“no, no,” you’re shaking your head, “don’t you know it’s bad luck for your date to see your panties before the date?” you’re questioning him this time, hands on your hips as you make him feel like the dumbass while you utter straight bullshit.

“uh… never heard of that one.”

“well, now you have. so, wanna see me try them on? judging them from the model is probably more accurate than just seeing them in the bag.”

toji almost sputters, you have to tear your gaze away to stop yourself from laughing. he’s agreeing, though, leading you to his room where you can finally seduce him properly.

it only takes you trying on the first pair of panties for him to sport a boner, you could spot the huge tent in his pants from a mile away! he was way easier than you thought, only one pair and he’s already aching like that? how pathetic. you can’t say you blame him, though. they are a cute pair, and in his favorite color, black. it’s a g-string thong, does not even cover your ass a bit. there’s a cute little bow that decorates the front, and most of the fabric is sheer. maybe you shouldn’t have gone all out on the first pair, it’s no wonder he’s already this hard. oh well, you’ve been waiting for this moment alone with him for a week, can you blame a girl for being a little impatient?

now you’re making your way towards his spot on the bed, slow and teasing, swaying your hips just to put on a show. toji’s speechless when you plop yourself right down on his lap, your legs falling on either side of his thighs. successfully straddling him to the bed. the guttural groan he lets out when you grind your hips against his lets you know it’s time to commence step two.

✎ STEP TWO: MAKE THAT MAN USE HIS BRAIN. TARGET: TOJI.

“what’s wrong?” you tease, rubbing your pantie-clad pussy against his bulge. it’s bigger than you imagined, you were almost scared to see the real thing.

“doll,” toji groans, scarred hands finally touching you to grip the flesh of your hips. he has a tight hold on you, like he is afraid of letting you go, like he physically needs you on his lap or he’ll die.

“hmm?” your teasing hum is whispered into the shell of his ear before you nip playfully at the earlobe. the action successfully spurred toji further on, nails now digging into your plush skin, you were sure he was going to leave marks at this rate. he’s shifting you now, making you sit right on his knee.

you find out then that toji is just as much as a tease as you, because now he’s rocking you back and forth on his knee, nudging your now aching clit with each bounce. he can feel you soaking against his sweatpants, panties (which you just bought, mind you) were already ruined. oh well, he can just keep them after.

“this what you wanted?” toji growled, one hand dipping down to your cunt while the other wrapped around your neck. he’s rubbing you through your panties, teasing your poor, needy clit. when you try to beg him to just touch you already, he’s choking you further, making your eyes roll back all prettily.

wow, you seriously underestimated how easy toji was, because in less than a second he was picking you like you weighed nothing. he’s tossing you on the bed, and before you get a second to even register what’s happening, he’s manhandling you roughly.

“you’ve been teasing me all week,” toji grunts, shoving your face in the pillow and arching your back so your ass was raised high in the air. even though he clearly had the upper hand, you still wiggled your hips, just to be a tease.

toji did not appreciate the wiggle, because a punishing hand is slapped right down on your ass, leaving you squealing into the pillow. you can’t even twist around and fight back, as his free hand is keeping your upper body pinned down.

“don’t like when i do it back t’ya?” another slap, this time to your inner thigh. your body jolts from the sensation, and a muffled sound leaves your lips. he relishes in your vulnerable display, slapping a mean hand down right to your pussy this time.

“toji!” you squeal from your place in the pillow, which comes out more like ‘mmmffi.’ maybe you had taken your teasing a little too far, already babbling a muffle apology as he slaps your clit this time. but toji is far gone at this point, ripping your panties off to directly slap the abused bud.

you’re crying into the pillow at this point as he tortures your needy, oversensitive body. he’s whispering degradations into your ear, ‘ya like that? dirty girl.’ ‘gonna fuck that bratty attitude right outta ya.’ ‘see what teasing gets ya?’ ‘do you like this? fucking slut.’ you hate how wetter his mean words get you, soaking his hand and dripping onto the sheets below you.

toji’s hand is suddenly off you, and you can hear him rustling behind you. you don’t dare move from your spot smushed into the pillows, too scared he’ll just tease you more until you’re overstimulated. you are curious, however, tilting your head back juuuust enough to get a view of the stupidly massive cock of his.

“that is not fitting-” you instantly yelp upon seeing it. toji lets out a little tsk before pushing you back into the pillow, massive tip now lining up with your entrance. “shh, doll, you wanted this, ya? i’ll be gentle, promise. tell me if it hurts, mkay?”

✎ STEP THREE: SEX BACKSHOTS OF DOOM? TARGET: TOJI YOU.

toji was lying when he said he’d be gentle. he was slow and sweet when pushing the fat rod of his inside, whispering how good you were, how well you were taking him. but the moment he bottomed out, he just couldn’t help it and began pounding your welcoming pussy. you weren’t expecting such a big, thick cock to split you open like this, writhing in the sheets as you tried your hardest to accommodate to his length. he was already groaning about how tight your pussy was, gripping to his cock like a virgin.

“fuuuuck babydoll, are you actually a virgin? y’er just- ohmygod- so fuckin’ tight, you’ve gotta be, right? savin’ this pretty pussy for me?”

you’re much too fucked out to respond, a moaning mess as he utterly uses you, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room. the arched angle has him hitting spots you didn’t even know existed, vision blurring from absolute pleasure.

“been dreamin’ about this. ‘bout you, doll. been wanting to fuck you soooo bad. ever since you moved in. dreamin’ ‘bout me too, baby? leave your panties lying around all for me, right? wanted me to fuck you so bad you just had to tease me like the little brat you are, that it?”

your muffled screams in the pillow only spur toji on further, thrusting into you at an inhumane pace, deep enough he slammed into your cervix with each thrust. he’s been dreaming of this moment since you moved your pretty ass in, how could he not indulge and absolutely wreck you?

“you’re so sexy. so pretty. wanna make you mine so bad. i’ll take such good care of you, baby.”

he’s wringing an orgasm out of you in seconds, one so intense it leaves you gasping for breath. you were sure you looked a mess, body trembling as your cunt fluttered dangerously around toji’s fat length. when you realize he isn’t stopping anytime soon, still pounding into your overstimulated entrance, all you can do is claw at the bed sheets and scream his name.

“gooooood baby, feel so good around my cock. keep squeezin’ me jus’ like that- gonna make me cum inside you, fuck. would you like that? want me to breed this pussy?”

you’re ashamed to admit his babbles about breeding you have you cumming two more times until he’s pulling out, giving his length two strokes before he came spilling out on his t shirt. you were absolutely wrecked, body sinking into the mattress and lying limp. the only movement you could make was a little twist of your head to tell him just how mean and big he was.

“did you have to be that mean?” your voice comes out in a weak croak, angry glare sent his way. toji just laughs, swatting your ass once before leaving and returning with a towel.

“lemme clean you up, doll. wanna bath?”

toji was surprisingly much more sweet and tender than you imagined. you always thought of him as a fuck and dip kind of guy, but here he was, picking you up bridal style to give you a bath.

“didn’t take you as an aftercare kinda guy,” you giggle lazily, poking toji’s cheek.

“i’m not. you’re just different. can you shut up and get in the bath already?”

────﹒♡﹒────

it took you at least two days to recover from toji’s relentless backshots, the backshots of doom your best friend yuki likes to call them. you walked with a limp the past two days, it’s finally dulled down to a little tremble.

toji was at the gym today, giving you a perfect chance to finally execute the same plan with sukuna. yes, even after the backshots of doom, you are greedy and still want more. besides, it wasn’t polite to only give one of them what they wanted!

you caught sukuna off guard in the kitchen in all his glory. shirtless, messy hair, nothing but a pair of boxers, intricate tattoos on full display for you to marvel at. it shocked you that a guy that looked so mean and scary was really just a nice guy underneath, respectful of your privacy and belongings. sometimes you wish he’d just crack once, but it’s okay, you’ve taken things into your own hands now.

✎ STEP ONE: SEDUCE. TARGET: SUKUNA.

“your tattoos are really pretty,” your melodic words startle him from where he had his back facing you, brewing a pot of coffee. he twists himself around to look down at you, sheepish hand flying to rub the back of his neck.

“pretty? that’s not really a word i’d use to describe myself.”

“what’s wrong with a guy being pretty? you are.” you’re hopping yourself onto the kitchen counter now, seated close enough to him that your arms brush against one another. your feet dangle below you, knocking into his leg to gain his attention.

“nothing, i guess. just never been called it… you’ve got me beat, though.”

“are you calling me pretty?” you lean in closer to him, sickly sweet smirk painted on your lips.

“i mean- yeah. obviously. you’re pretty.” you can tell he’s blushing now by the way he turns away from you.

“wanna see mine?”

“huh?” sukunas turning back to face you, eyebrow raised as you give him a cheeky expression.

“my tattoo, silly!”

“you have a tattoo?”

that got his attention, you beckon him forward with a finger, to which he obeys so sweetly. his face becomes the color of his hair when you’re tugging your shorts down as far as you can to show off your cute little heart tattoo, right above your womb.

“you like it?” you ask all innocently, determined to rile him up. you notice the way his adam’s apple bobs, the way he grips the kitchen counter beside you to physically restrain himself from taking you right here, right now.

“i- yeah. it suits you. cute.”

“aaaand?”

“and… it’s pretty, like you.”

“aaaaaaaaand?” now you’re just messing with him.

“a-and…”

gosh. you didn’t know it was possible to reduce sukuna to a blushing mess just from a tattoo. he was much more soft than you gave him credit for.

✎ STEP TWO: MAKE HIM USE THAT BRAIN. TARGET: SUKUNA.

“i’m just teasing you, silly. cmon, i’ll give you a hint.”

“a hint?”

“mmm hmm…” your gaze drifts down to his boxers, bulge already tenting the strained fabric. you tug at the waistband, letting it slap against his skin, not before taking an appreciative glance at the pelvic line tattoos he had to show.

he’s gasping your name, head drooping low onto your shoulder. finally cracked him.

“i know you’ve heard me finger myself to you,” you hum sweetly, palming at the tent in his boxers. he’s groaning, deep and guttural. “do you not want me, too? been fucking myself on my fingers wishing it was you… and you never came to help me…”

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry baby- didn’t wanna scare you. fuck. you’re so perfect, scared you’d run away from me if i tried anything funny.”

his voice is so deep it grumbles in his chest, making you drip through your panties. how could someone so scary be so cute?

“i’d never run away from you. let me show you?” you’re about to hop off the counter, drop to your knees and suck the soul out of his body, but he’s keeping you in place with his inhuman strength.

“no, no, let me make it up to you,” he’s insisting, he’s the one getting on his knees. “been dying to taste you. please, princess? let me show you how bad i’ve wanted you?”

he maneuvers you so your legs are draped over his shoulders, head resting on your inner thigh as he helps you tug your shorts and panties off. sukunas groaning at just the sight of your glistening pussy under the light, taking a deep inhale before getting to work.

sukuna is a patient man, a man who takes his time. he’s killing you with the amount of teasing kisses he lays along your inner thighs, open mouthed and sloppy. he even leaves a few warning nips when you complain how badly you want him- mean!

✎ STEP THREE: SEX BREAKFAST. TARGET: SUKUNA YOU.

finally, his breath ghosts over your sensitive folds. first he kisses them gently, then a tongue- a pierced one- is lapping between them. you immediately fist his hair from the sensation, gripping him so hard it must hurt, but he only groans in satisfaction as you push his face closer to your needy cunt. the groan sends vibrations straight to your pussy, only making you wetter, much to his pleasure.

“taste so good,” he mumbles against you between licks, ringed finger joining alongside his tongue to plunge deep in your entrance.

“k-kuna! fuck! please- just like that- oh my god- you feel so good!” you were a loud thing, maybe it was for the better that toji had your face shoved in a pillow the entire time.

good thing sukuna likes loud, doubling his efforts to make you cum on his tongue from the sweet noises you were making.

you cry out in earnest, bucking your hips against his face for more friction. purposely, he angles his face so your clit nudges against his nose with each grind. you gasp at the sensation, staring down to see an absolutely pussydrunk man, face glossy with your juices, tongue now replacing his finger to fuck in and out of your delicious cunt.

you’re cumming on his tongue within seconds, hips twitching against his face, legs trembling on either side of his shoulders. he doesn’t let you back away, no, he’s holding you in place so you can squirt right into his mouth. god, he’s filthy.

you came so hard, you hadn’t even noticed the other presence in the room. sukuna and you are both started when toji’s voice rings out, “havin’ fun without me?”

✎ STEP FOUR?: TAG TEAMED. TARGET: YOU.

you don’t even register sukuna and toji’s petty argument as they’re both tugging you around to your room, much too dazed from your orgasm and excitement to listen to them fight over who deserved you more.

you don’t register what’s happening as your manhandled onto your hands and knees on the bed, toji positioning himself at your front while sukuna positions himself behind.

they’re still arguing when toji’s pressing the the tip of his cock to your pretty lips and sukunas nudging the head of his dick through your soaking folds. you don’t even get a chance to speak up and stop this petty argument, as both your ends are completely stuffed by two thick, long cocks.

“she fucked me first,” tojis growling at his roommate and longtime best friend, hips thrusting into your eager and willing mouth. you can’t help but claw at the meat of his hips for stability as you’re absolutely pounded raw from behind.

“ok? she clearly wants me more,” sukuna grunts back, hands gripping your waist to fuck you with greater intensity.

“fuck you.”

“fuck you.”

they were gonna be at this all night, you knew it. you’d never be able to walk again- you’re already cumming on sukunas cock, clit untouched, from the dual sensation of both men railing either side of you.

“fuuuuck, the way she moans on my cock when you pound her like that,” tojis groaning, hand fisting your hair to face fuck you harder. wait. was he… complimenting sukuna? was whatever jealous argument they had over?

“bro- fuck- she sounds so pretty gagged on you, she’s cumming so hard.” sukunas now complimenting toji, hips stuttering as you squeeze down around his cock.

“she like us both- fuck- yea? wanna share?”

“fuck yes.”

oh no. what had you gotten yourself into.

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fluff and a little suggestive - baby!gumi asking you and dad!toji for a sibling

you’re in the kitchen when it happens.

toji’s busy making coffee. his black hair still damp from his quick shower. shirtless because he’s supposedly allergic to clothes when he’s home. gumi is wobbling around on chubby legs with his little dinosaur toy clutched in one hand and milk dribbled down his chin.

you’re just trying to clean up after breakfast. gumi threw his congee all over the floor, because ‘fwoggie told him to’.

megumi climbs onto his little stool next to where you're trying to scrub the floor clean. plants both hands on the table. looks up at you with his big sleepy eyes and casually says, “mamamamama. i wan’ baby.”

you blink. “…baby what, sweetheart?”

megumi nods solemnly, as if he's prepared for this conversation and planned exactly what to say.

“baby brudder. or… baby sissie.”

you freeze. you slowly turn to look at toji.

he’s frozen too. mid-sip of coffee with his stupid pinky in the air. eyes wide over the rim of his mug.

“what.”

megumi points a chubby finger at you. then at toji. then pats his own pudgy belly.

“mama make baby.”

you make a garbled choking sound. there's silence for 3 beats while you're trying to comprehend what your child just said to you.

then, toji sets his mug down with exaggerated care. 

smirking.

“wellllllllll, i mean, you heard the kid.”

“nope. no. absolutely not. no way.”

“oh come on,” he grins, ruffling megumi’s hair. “our first try went great. look at him. little plump gumi. 10/10. cutest kid in the whole world. clearly, we make good ones.”

you wipe your hands on a tea towel and shoot him a glare. “you probably put him up to this.”

“I wish i did. this is gold.” he crouches to eye-level with megumi. “hey, champ. wanna help me convince mama for new baby?”

megumi nods, then starts chanting, “baaaaby~ baaaby~” while patting your stomach with his sticky fingers.

you groan and try your hardest not to fall for your son and husband's efforts.

toji stands and kisses your cheek. “he’s right, y’know. you’d look hot pregnant again.”

you swat him. “you’re insufferable. and annoying. and an idiot.”

he leans down to murmur in your ear. “aren’t you meant to be ovulating soon? prime time, i reckon. what was that you said last time? text-book conditions?”

you blush immediately.

“i hate you.”

he grins, then kisses your neck and murmurs. “we should start practicing tonight. real diligently. you wouldn’t want to disappoint your beloved gumi, would you?”

megumi’s still chanting in the background, now shaking his toy dinosaur like a tambourine.

and you hate that there is a tiny, traitorous part of you that is already considering new baby names...

A/N: we all know readers getting pregnant ASAP

Toji has been looming over you, trying for what feels like forever to slide into you. His hands are too big, spanning the curve of your waist. The mushroom-shaped tip of his cock, slick with precum, nudges against your folds, hot and heavy, the broad crown trying to sink into your gummy depths.

He huffs in frustration, his jaw clenching as he tries a different approach. Toji's hands wrap around the backs of your knees, nearly folding you in half until they're almost at your ears. He was overbearing, his heavy weight acting as an anchor to pin you down while he tries again, slower this time, grinding forward before dragging himself back out with a slick noise.

He left you empty, your poor pussy clenching around nothing from the loss of contact. The fat head of his cock taps against your swollen clit, making you jolt and whine so sweetly for him before dragging through the mess of slick and cum he's already made.

"You're too tight, sweetheart. Relax yourself for me."

That's all the warning you get before he's bullying himself into you, the slight sting lifting to give way to a delicious, dizzying stretch that knocks the breath out of your lungs. Toji grunts as he bottoms out, his hips meeting yours, punctuated by the wet slap of his heavy balls, full of thick sperm for your womb, smacking against your ass. Your sweet little cunt can't decide if it wants to fight him or suck him even deeper, fluttering and clenching around him until he groans.

Toji is mean, though, barely giving you time to adjust before he's dragging his cock back out and roughly thrusting back in, twitching inside of you, seated so deep that you can feel him nudging against that spongy bundle of nerves, the ones that make you see stars. One large, heavy hand presses against your tummy against the outline of his cock, laying claim over you, forcing your walls to squeeze him tighter until you gasp and shiver, hot tingles spreading across your skin like wildfire.

He never slows down, no matter how much you squeeze his cock, just keeps hammering into you, deep and heavy thrusts, his hips meeting yours every time until your voice is nothing more than a few mewls, your brain practically mushy and leaking from your ears. You can feel him swelling, cock growing harder inside of your hot cunt before he presses himself flush against you, balls deep, pulsing before spurting thick ropes of cum inside of you.

"Take it, take me in- fuck! Give me a baby, come on mama."

You manage to nod your head obediently, like a good girl, while Toji stuffed you full of his cum, so much, too much of it, some leaking out around his girth, dripping down the sheets beneath you in a sticky mess. He's panting, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck and jaw, sucking on the skin there until a dark bruise forms, a heavy claim laid to your skin.

Toji slowly pulled out of you, sticky string of slick and cum connecting his cock to your sensitive, swollen cunt. A crude, heavy smack of his cock against his own abdomen stokes the fire in your tummy, barely even able to voice your need before his hands are tugging you close, squeezing the plush fat on your hips.

toji fushiguro has never felt this helpless in his life.

you’re lying underneath him, completely naked, and instead of the usual heat and hunger, all he sees is anxiety written all over your face. your arms are crossed tightly over your chest, knees pressed together, eyes squeezed shut like you’re bracing for something painful. you want this—you told him you did—but right now you look terrified.

“hey,” he mutters, voice rougher than he means it to be. “you still with me?”

you nod, but it’s tiny. “i… i want to. really. i just—i’m scared i won’t be good enough. you’re so… big. everywhere.”

toji glances down at himself, at his broad chest, thick arms, heavy cock already hard and leaking against his stomach. yeah. he knows. the size difference has never bothered him before, he even kinda liked it, but seeing you this nervous makes something uncomfortable twist in his chest. he isn’t used to this. he’s used to rough, fast, no feelings attached. not this soft, shaky vulnerability.

“shit,” he breathes, running a hand through his hair. he feels clumsy, too big for the moment. “i’m not good at this gentle shit.”

still, he tries. he shifts his weight so he’s not crushing you, lowering himself onto his elbows. one massive hand gently pries your arms away from your chest. “don’t hide from me,” he says, quieter this time. “you’re so beautiful.”

you whimper when his calloused palm cups your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple. he’s trying to be soft, but his hands are rough from years of fighting.

toji leans down and kisses your neck, slow and open-mouthed, hoping it helps. when you finally relax a little, he moves lower, kissing between your breasts, then your stomach. his mouth is hot, a little sloppy, but sincere.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he mumbles against your skin. “i’ll stop. swear.”

Toji wakes up to you riding his cock

cw: explicit, creampie, somno-ish, pussy praise.

Toji’s eyes flutter open in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains, his body heavy with sleep until the warm, rhythmic pressure on his hips snaps him fully awake. There you are, straddling him, your hands braced on his broad chest as you sink down onto his cock again, like you’ve been at this for a while.

“Shit, good morning to you too. Couldn’t wait for me to wake up, huh?” His abs flex under your palms as he sits up slightly, one hand sliding up your back to pull you closer. “Damn, what’d I do to deserve this.” He groans, eyes locked on you bouncing on his cock, tits jiggling with each thrust—your body’s just too damn perfect. “Nngh, I didn’t-t w-wanna bother you-u, Ji.”

His breath hitches as you pick up speed, riding him harder now, your moans mixing with his. His free hand squeezes your ass, guiding your pace faster, deeper, until the room fills with the lewd sounds of your slick pussy. “Arch that back, baby. Show me that pretty pussy.”

You arch your back just like he asked, leaning forward to give him the perfect view of your ass lifting and dropping, your pussy swallowing his thick cock inch by inch. You whimper and whine, words tumbling out in breathy gasps. “F-fuck nngh! Toji… couldn’t help it. You were so hard, and I… ahh, needed you.”

He bucks up into you suddenly, meeting your downward thrust with a powerful one of his own, and you cry out, your rhythm faltering as he laughs sitting up fully now to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your tits flush against his face.

Toji’s rough hands roam up your sides as he buries his face in your chest, his hot mouth latching onto one of your nipples. You’re already soaked, but god, this makes you gush even more, your pussy clenching desperately around his cock as you grind down on him. He switches to the other breast, biting down gently.

“Mmm, these tits are fuckin’ perfect,” he groans sucking harder before popping off your nipple with a wet smack just to blow cool air over the glistening skin, watching it pebble while his free hand pinches the other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers.

You whimper, hands tangling in his messy black hair, your thighs trembling around his waist. “Toji… oh god, don’t stop—I’m so close…” You gasp, hips stuttering as you ride him faster.

“Yeah? Gonna cum for me already, baby?” he groans against your tits. Toji doesn’t let up, biting down a little harder on your nipple before soothing it with his tongue, groaning as your release coats him completely. “Fuck yeah, just like that—good girl, cummin’ all over me.”

He finally releases your breast with a final lick, pulling you down for a messy kiss as he moans, “Nngh, take it all, baby… shit, you’re perfect.”

He thrusts up a few more times before thick hot spurts of your cum fill you dripping down his balls. “Fuck, good mornin’ to me,” he mumbles around your tit, “Love my pretty girl s’much.”

Possessive suguru:

Suguru was always the jealous type, he was oddly patient about it though. He had a way of waiting until everything was exactly where he could see it, exactly where it belonged before he unleashed his silent fury. Tonight was the perfect example.

You were at a bar with friends, the kind of place that always felt a little too loud in the best way—music thumping through the walls, laughter ricocheting off glasses, everyone caught up in the warmth of the night. Suguru was with you, close enough to feel, relaxed enough to look harmless. You were only two drinks in when it happened.

A tall, sable-haired man approached. He didn’t loom like a threat; he came in smiling, bright and easy, like he already belonged in your orbit. His compliments were smooth, his flattery practiced, his questions delivered with the confidence of someone who expected answers.

You were courteous. You gave him the kind of simple, straightforward reactions people gave when they didn’t want to cause a scene. You answered his prodding questions—nothing complicated, nothing sharp—just enough to keep the conversation going without inviting trouble.

And all the while, you didn’t notice the way Suguru’s patience stretched a little thinner, like a thread being pulled slowly until it finally started to threaten snapping.

“What’s your name?” You asked him, “Choso…” he responded, flashing you a bright smile that seared into your eyelids. You could feel them. The pair of seething eyes on you. You shivered slightly and the raven haired man immediately said “you cold? Here— my jacket,” and draped over your bare shoulders his leather jacket.

You turned your head just enough to see Suguru reflected in the bar's dark glass windows.

He wasn't loud. He wasn't storming over. He wasn't moving.

That was what made it worse.

Suguru's smile; if it could even be called that, didn't reach his eyes, his soft crows feet not visible. He stayed where he was with your friends, drink halfway to his mouth, and watched you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. Like whoever had approached you had just stepped onto a line he'd drawn.

The tall sable-haired man, leaned in again, too cheerful, too quick with his words.

"So," he said, bright as a blade, "you warmer now?" You swallowed. "I'm fine." "Mm." His grin widened. "You don't sound fine."

“Seriously I’m good, you can take this jacket back—“ you murmured as you slipped it off your body, and handed it back to him. Before you could turn around and walk away, a large palm slid around your waist and pulled you into their side—Suguru.

“Who’s your friend princess?”

“Oh, uh this is Choso… not really a friend I would say—“ you said, voice tight.

“Not a friend?” Choso’s voice slid out like a tease, bright and easy—his eyes practically sparkling as he wore that mischievous smile. “I’m hurt, darling… especially after the amazing conversation we just had?”

You kept your expression sharp as you glared at him, but the words barely had time to settle before something changed against your side.

Suguru’s grip tightened around your waist—grounding and possessive. It pulled you a fraction closer, enough to make your breath catch and your attention snap upward. When you looked at him, you found his eyes already locked in on Choso’s face.

No smile. No warmth. Just a steady, focused intensity that made it impossible to pretend this was friendly banter. Suguru didn’t blink; he didn’t look away. His attention felt like a hand around Choso’s throat.

Choso’s grin faltered just slightly at the way Suguru watched him, but he recovered fast, tilting his head like he could charm his way out of it. As if Suguru’s reaction was just another part of this silly little game.

But you could feel the tension humming under your skin—between Suguru’s hold and Choso’s too-bright confidence—a rope was held, waiting for someone to tug.

“So,” said Choso, voice light but eyes cutting, “is this a friend of yours, pretty?"

The word pretty landed with a deliberate sort of sweetness, the kind meant to sound harmless while it actually drew blood.

You could feel Suguru beside you shift, barely. Just enough to make the space between you feel smaller-like his patience had hit a limit and the rest of him was deciding what to do with it. Your breath caught in your chest when Suguru's hand at your waist tightened, firming into an anchor.

Suguru scoffed-low, sharp, and dismissive, as if Choso's little game bored him.

“Her lover,” Suguru said quietly, voice smooth enough to pass as control rather than emotion. His gaze never left Choso's.

“And you're just a stranger.”

Choso's smile flickered, but Suguru didn't give him time to recover. Suguru hooked his fingers around your hand, he held it firmly as he guided you away as if this had always been the plan.

Still, your attention kept snapping back towards Choso, toward what could’ve happened next, until Suguru's grip tightened around your hand like a warning.

“Come on,” he murmured, leading you deeper into the darker, quieter part of the place, where eyes couldn't reach as easily.

You were both in the single bathroom now, the door closing shut behind you with a click.

Suguru didn't waste time. The moment you turned toward him, his hand caught your jaw and tipped your face up with possessive force. Then his mouth came down on yours—mean and rough, less like a plea and more like staking a claim on your very being. Your lipstick smeared where his lips dragged, and he didn't slow, didn't soften, like he was punishing you.

When he finally pulled back, his breathing was uneven, tan skin flushed that pretty shade of pink. His eyes were fixed on your mouth, your nose, then eyes, as if he was checking that you were still there-still his to hold.

"You looked at him," he said, voice low and sharp. "Like he deserved you. You tried to speak, but his thumb pressed hard against your cheek, making you squeak softly, yet keeping you still and complaint.

"Next time," Suguru murmured, leaning in close enough that you could feel every word, his lips brushing against yours, "don't answer strangers. Don't entertain them.

You don't owe anyone access to you." His gaze dropped to your lips again, then lifted—darker now.

"Or else I'll have to just take my frustrations out on you-" he murmured darkly,

"You know how I get, doll," he said, voice rough with jealous need. "I hate it when filth like that even thinks about coming near something as precious as you; something that's mine." His hands drifted to your hips, pulling you flush against him.

He tightened his hold, definitely not gently, just more deliberate—like he was reminding you he could do worse, and had chosen not to.

"Suguru-" you gasped softly as his head ducked suddenly and his lips attached themselves to your sap-sweet skin. Sucking and biting at your neck. He was definitely leaving deep bruises and bite marks on you.

Your hands found their way to his long locks and tugged softly, a whine escaping your lips.

"Keep making those noises and I'm taking you home..." he says with a chuckle before pulling away.

He stood back and admired his handiwork before saying

"alright— let's get going before everyone starts worrying doll,"

You nodded and smiled softly at him before saying

"always such a jealous man-"

"Only for you."

A/N: this is really rushed, especially the ending but it was a request so I had to get it done! Honestly writing this gave me some more confidence to write even more so (●’◡’●)ﾉ also suguru is so hawt omfg

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Toji Zenin is incomprehensibly powerful due to his Heavenly Restriction, granting him superhuman abilities that reflect in his strength, speed, and even… senses.

Yet it isn't until he goes out on a date with his first girlfriend at the ripe age of 22 that he realizes how exceptional his prowess really is when it comes to surpassing the average human.

His nose twitches. “You get a new perfume or somethin’?” he inquires as you pull him back into your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the entryway impatiently and standing on your tip toes to pepper kisses along the column of his throat, teeth grazing his carotid.

You shrug absentmindedly like you can’t quite hear him through the haze of your lust, fingers curling into the supple feel of his leather jacket and peeling it off of his sturdy shoulders.

As if he can’t get undressed fast enough, or slip his cock into you sooner.

“Nope. Shut up and kiss me,” you headily groan out, voice breathy and body emanating a heat that has him cocking an eyebrow.

Things shifted from then on, Toji picking up on the minute details.

Every couple of months, when he’d be in close quarters with you, you’d start nuzzling against him like a whiny mutt and exude a fucking scent that had him itching his scalp. He’d barely rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes and you’d be canting your hips back against his crotch, whimpering in your groggy state at the asscrack of dawn about how he needed to "kiss your cervix."

Whatever that meant.

At first, he chalked it up to you being horned up and ready to go—but coupled with the scent? It had him reeling.

Something about bouncing up and down your personal trainer!toji's cock is everything you'd been fantasizing about for the past few months and more.

During workouts he's always been very firm and encouraging with you but now those hands you're always staring at were slapping at the fat of your ass all heavily while you slammed your hips down on him. Leaving him groaning and sweatier than those workouts usually did, "Jus’ like that, doll. Uhuh, put that ass to work.” He huffs all heavily before smacking your ass again.

Your trainer’s a nasty man. If you think you’ve been fantasizing about this then you’d be shocked to hear the things he’s been fantasizing about himself. He feels this inherent need to take credit for at least some of the pretty body bouncing up and down his thick cock right now.

Each smack to your ass served as some sort of silent thank you, meant to let you know he was proud of the results his traditional workouts gave you. Big, greedy hands find the purchase of your hips and he works you up and down his curving cock, grunting, “Thaaaat’s it, doll. Let me take care of ya’, like I always do, uhuh..” before he lifts you just a little and aids your body up and down.

Sounds of slick filth bounced off the interior of his car that’s parked just outside the gym and you’re letting yourself moan all unashamedly. “Mmph, ah-, fuck, Toji!” You whine, slutty actions leaving his windows fogged.

Your trainer starts smiling all of a sudden and grunts, “Mmgh, look at that. Look at the way I stretch those lips open, fuck.” He points out, one hand moving your ass cheek to get a better view of your puffy folds parted so prettily around the veins of his shaft, “You spread so wide for that cock, don’t you?”

it takes a full two days for the guilt of the hook up to settle deep into your gut and to slowly start gnawing on your bones. during those first few days though, you lived on a complete cloud, having toji's dick inside of you almost 24/7.

it wasn't just a hook up, it was more like hook ups considering that fact that toji hadn't left your apartment since he first fucked you. constantly bending you over the kitchen counter when you attempted to make breakfast or dinner, or do anything that fact.

and today? the third day that toji had been creating a comfy nest in your house, was no different.

his calloused hands massage your hips as you mix the batter of your cupcakes in a blue plastic bowl, his muscular chest pushing into your back. "you look so sexy when you do things like this ma,"

"making cupcakes makes me look sexy?" you tilt your head up, cocking one of your eyebrows in confusion. before you can add a witty comment, his lips are attacking yours in a wet sloppy kiss. you gasp in surprise and toji takes that as a sign to slip his tongue into your mouth.

you lazily suck on his tongue, hands stilling their movement on mixing the batter as you let toji explore your mouth like he had never kissed you before. his hard cock presses into your ass, his hands moving down to your ass to lift up his shirt that you were wearing.

toji slips two fingers down to your cunt, gathering the small amount of slick and spreading it around your pussy before slowly caressing your clit. you moan softly into the kiss, spreading your legs so they were shoulder width apart to allow him to slip a finger inside of you.

"good girl, so fuckin easy for me," toji mumbles against your lips, leaving a sharp nip to your bottom one before trailing a line of kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck. his finger slowly pumps in and out of you, curling slightly, then he adds another, and another - stretching you out for his cock, though you didn't need too much prep since he had already had his cock balls deep in you twice today.

toji bends his legs ever so slightly so he can line up his cock perfectly with your hole. he thrusts in, full length in one go, hips slamming against your ass with a soft clap. you scream, finger's gripping the counter top so hard your knuckles turn white.

"f-fuck!" your head hangs between your shoulders, toji's arm snaking around your waist so he could play with your clit whilst fucking you - making it clear that this was a quick thing rather than for pleasure. "s-slow down,"

"fuck you mean slow down bitch," toji lands a hard spank on your ass, moving his hand away from your clit and wrapping it around your throat to choke you. "this is MY pussy, if i wanna fuck it hard, i will. i'll do whatever i want to you," he pushes his thumb into your mouth, parting your lips and spitting into your mouth.

"tell daddy how grateful you are that he's fucking you so good," he smirks, squeezing your neck tighter so its harder for you speak.

"s-so grateful, thank you daddy, f-uck, harder daddy please, ruin my pussy. i'm your toy, all yours," you mewl, eyes rolling into the back of your head as toji slams into your g-spot over and over again.

the sound of his phone ringing fills the large kitchen area of your downtown apartment, toji's thrusts however speed up rather than slow down as he grabs the phone.

"yeah?" no hello, no nothing, only a soft grunt as he stills momentarily before continuing to move. his hand moves from your throat to your mouth, forcing two fingers down your throat so you were silent.

"aight, be there in 10," he ends the call, landing a harsh slap to your ass as he empties his balls in you for the 3rd time that day (another time that he'd go to the store and 'forget' the morning after pill, did it even work if you kept having sex after?)

"i-i didn't cum daddy," you sniffle, trying to clench hard enough around his dick that he couldn't pull out. "please daddy, wanna cum, please give me your cock!"

toji scoffs, "filthy bitch, look at you, what a state," he flips you around so he can see your tear stained face, puffy eyes, and cunt dripping cum all down your thighs. "and you're meant to be my future baby mommy? and you're this much of a whore?"

" 'm not a whore!" your eyes fill with a fresh wave of tears as toji turns around to grab a shirt and some pants off the back of the couch. "please don't leave me, please-" the door bell ringing cuts your pathetic begging off, maybe it was a silent sign from the man above that you needed to get your shit together.

toji holds a finger to your lips, pulling your shirt down to cover the mess between your legs and opening the door. a tall man with white hair and a little kid which looked scarily like toji are on the otherside.

"and the man has a house now, this is big upgrade from the homeless shelter-"

"shut the fuck up," toji cuts the white haired man, who was wearing sunglasses on a day where it was pouring down outside, off snatching the kids backpack and the child from him.

"couldn't megumi just stay with you a little longer gojo? i'm in the middle of something," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, "whatever, she'll look after him." toji walks out the apartment, slamming the door behind him as he leaves with gojo, and leaving you with his kid, megumi.

"DON'T FORGET THE PLAN B!" you attempt to scream down the hall but the door shuts in your face, and the child's face contours in an odd way - a mixture of disgust and boredom.