CAM GIRL! CHOSO KAMO

CAM GIRL! — CHOSO KAMO

loser!choso who is obsessed with going on cam girl websites, watching girls masturbate until they cum, pretending that he’s there with them, fisting his cock the whole way through. But recently, he’s become obsessed with one cam girl, you. He rushes home and opens his laptop to find you’re already streaming, his cock already straining against his slacks. He reads your stream title ‘send donations to make me cum’ with a little smiley face, as if it was some innocent thing. He wastes no time on clicking, the first thing he hears are your moans, your legs spread wide, pussy on full display for everyone watching. His breath hitches as he watches your brows furrow in pleasure, biting down on your plump lips as the dildo inside of you vibrates with each donation sent.

He’s already got his cock in hand, tugging at the base as pre cum leaks from his swollen tip. And you guessed it, he’s spending dollars upon dollars on you, one donation after another just so he can see your pretty pussy cum. And he plans on sending donations no matter how much he spends because in his eyes, he wants to be the one to make you cum even if he isn’t physically there. “Hah! T-thank you for the donations, Choso!” You’re moaning and whimpering like a bitch in heat and he can’t get enough of it.

Minutes go by and he can tell you’re so close to cumming, those pretty tits of yours moving with each breath you take, gasping and cursing. Your fingers reach down to rub your neglected clit, your eyes rolling back, toes pointed. “That’s it, baby, cum for me,” he moans, feeling his orgasm approach quicker. “Make a mess for me, wanna see that pretty pussy squirt.” And as if on command, your entire body quivers, head falling back as your pussy gushes, soaking your thighs and bed below you.

“Fuccckk!” You squeal, nearly on the brink of tears as you keep squirting, some of your juices even getting on the camera. “Oh my god! Ah! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” Your pussy makes such lewd noises, squelching as you slap your clit a few times. You’re screaming, shaking, fist gripping the sheets.

And Choso cums with you, the sticky substance landing on his computer screen. “Yes, baby, good fucking girl,” he grunts, abs tensing up as he rides out his orgasm. He hears your giggle from the other side of screen, turning the vibrating dildo off, yet still slowly rubbing your clit. “Wanna cum in that pussy so bad,” he whimpers.

“Wow,” you let out a blissful sigh, “I haven’t squirted that much in so long. You guys can thank Choso for that,” you giggle. He stares at the screen, watching your glossy eyes stare back into the camera. “Thank you, Choso.” You draw out his name like you’ve known him forever. “Message me for a free private chat.” You sit up from your position on the bed, blowing a kiss to the camera. “I gotta go now, hope you all had fun! Be back tomorrow!” And just like that the live ends.

Mappa did a great job with toji, no questions about it. But honestly they couldn't really match the energy he had in the Manga, in the anime he's cool collected and powerful.

But in the Manga?

He's a fucking wild animal

He comes across as barely holding it together at all times, he can go from his normal cool and collected state to off the rails in less than a panel.

I think it has more to do with gege's art style, but Mappa feels like they put out a slightly different Toji to the Toji in the Manga

MISSION FAILED, NUT: RUINED…! ★

pairing: fushiguro toji x female! reader

sypnosis: your mission? eliminate the notorious fellow assassin 'toji fushiguro.' should be easy right? wrong, because how do you go from having a knife up to his throat from ending up in his bed? silly girl. wc: 3.9k+

warnings. assasin!toji, pwp-ish, age gap (20s-30s), size difference, dacryphilia, oral [ f ], unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstim, praising, angst. use of: whore, slut, bitch, baby doll .

an. big thank u to anya for beta-ing some!! first canon-y fic i triedddd. not proofread yet!

“it’s nothing personal…”

your go-to motto, you had a job to do at the end of the day, a check to receive after each bounty. no time to spare for sympathy, never that. t. fushiguro…a name you were all too familiar with, and the way your eyes lit up with greed and lust at the huge amount of zeros that plastered next to his name. figures though. duh. he was the toji fushiguro, a fellow assassin himself, feared amongst most, and you were sure you weren’t gonna be the only person going after his head.

you were sure it was gonna be a simple walk in the park, but more than anything it was the opposite. how coincidental toji was hired to off you. yet vice versa—you stood over him near his nightstand but it was if he was already prepared, a raspy cackle leaves his lips as if he knew you were there, despite his lights being off.

“could have gotten me if ya weren’t so loud breaking in, girl.” he smirks, and he lets off a raspy sigh, reaching for the night lamp. toji gets a good glimpse of you and this couldn’t have been anymore embarrassing. at all.

you sat on his lap, a thumb just grazing against the pearled sheath of your knife, an irritated, “shit,” escorting your lips. he’s got such the cockiest expression on his face—lying back with his arms tossed over his head, as if he didn’t find you intimidating at all, because well, he didn’t.

“…hmpf,” he pauses, staring intently at your features before a near pout forms on the corners of his mouth. “they sent a kid to kill me? how disappointing,” and toji’s poisonous gaze never leaves yours before his lips curl into a smile, purposefully enunciating his words. “how old are ya? just made nineteen?”

your eyebrows twitch, and your facial expressions formed into a deadpan as you remained on his lap funnily enough…growing some attitude before muttering, “old enough to put a bullet in you, fushiguro.”

“oooh. she’s sassy.” he grins. “think i like you.”

you met eye contact with the man and he just snickers, you were just about to make your way off his lap—but that’s when he brings his hands towards your hips. “…leavin' so soon, pretty? shouldn’t you be putting y’er knife to good use?”

he was mocking you, his eyes lower a bit as you nearly slip off a gasp at the soft strokes his tips of his thumbs presents your waist. you snap out of whatever trance you were in before muttering, “i can’t now.”

“well, why the hell not, gorgeous?”

no reply.

he blows, his voice was just a perfect mixture of deep, intimidating green hues of his eyes keeps focus on you, and this entire position is so awkward. very.

a small snicker leaves his lips, and his grip still remains on your waist before feeling his thumb brush past your thigh—the slim slit that made appearance from your sleek black cocktail dress. “i’m a pretty dangerous guy, baby. if i were you i’d stop wasting time 'n jus' get on with it..”

such rich arrogance ran off his tongue throughout each sentence he spoke, how irkesome. you mentally rolled your eyes, stammering, you miffed, “shut up.”

“mm. how ‘bout ya make me, woman.”

and just how do you shut him up…?

by making him eat you out through your divine black laced panties. oddly enough, toji was never one to complain when you told him to get between your thighs.

it was simply crazy how the two of you were just bickering, and now he’s face first between your legs—and if it was anything toji fushiguro was, he was nasty.

a subtle grunt goes past his mouth as he flicks out his tongue, slowly.

yet he then presses it against the pad of your panties. he’s laid flat on his back with two rough hands gripping onto your thighs, semi soft pads of his thumbs stroking against your skin as you whimpered, moving your hips swiftly against his mouth.

“oh-ho, were ya really gonna try to kill me with a pussy this wet?” he snickers, dragging a thumb right down your slit, his tongue slides and slides in a slow circular motion against your pussy and you squirm, chewing down on your lap and he was so talkative.

“shut up,” you moaned, your hips were so merry, going against his face, his slick was already dribbling down his chin and that dumb smile of his never left. “just….s-shut up.”

he couldn’t get another word in because by then you were practically sitting on his face, simply no match for his tongue, toji’s so into it too….

groan after groan leaves his mouth, warm breath fanning against your clit once he chuckles at how hard you’re tugging, no, yanking on his thin strands of hair.

saying that you sucked at your job, was probably an understatement.

usually, any other guy would be dead—so what made toji any different? a question you didn’t even know how to answer. neither did you want to answer it, because all that was currently embedded into your brain was how good toji's tongue moved and danced against your clit, how sloppy he is—slurping and spitting everywhere, he’s so messy.

and he’s fucking mean.

he spanks your pussy each time you whine and whimper on how you’re about to cum- pathetic sheeny, glistening tears sticking to your eyes as your hand gripped tightly to his hair. “toji, please.”

“hm?” he brings a chaste kiss towards your pussy, watching you pulse—spreading your lips open just a tad bit, soaked between your thighs he blows on it just to watch you squirm with such urge and impulsing desire. “oh, i dunno, doll. can’t even do y’er job right so why should i let ya make a mess on my face?” and then he smiles, hearing the disappointed frown go against your lips. “tch. unprofessional slut. ‘s all you are.”

“f-fuck you,” you moaned, your fingertips brushed against his scalp, panting heavily as your body felt so warm. it’s been countless minutes of toji and his tongue filling your pretty pussy with such desire, you didn’t even care about the money anymore. you just wanted to cum. “please please, toji. i-i can’t hold it.”

and he just snickers, he finds the entire thing amusingly risible.

nose deep, toji’s mouth latches against your sweet savory pool of moisture, you’re drenching his chin, squirming from feeling the tiny stubble that ran against his chin tickle you, you’re biting down on your lip as your legs shook with such unhinged frenzy.

“ya gotta ask nicer, darlin.” he slides his tongue against the inner crevices of your folds—locating his tip through each single orifice, this man was the epitome of pussydrunk. long natural lashes of his were practically, barely closed, and by now he’s just sucking and nibbling…damn near biting playfully on your sweet bud just to bring out a reaction from you.

and he definitely does because you let off a whimpering sob.

“t-toji please, lemme cum. please, i-i don’t know what else you want me to s-say.” you’d moan, fingers were interlocking beneath his strands. you still rode his face, and he looks so pretty underneath you now that you think about it.

toji’s face, it was relaxed. thin black eyebrows, partially arched together were parted and that annoying grin remained on his lips—his contented shit-eating grin that stuck to his face for what seemed to be an eternity.

“aw. ‘s that the best ya can do for me…?”

you just about had it with him—but you were too near the edge to reply with a snark response, so you just pout, watching him slurp happily between the very junction of your thighs.

“okay okay, don’t wanna be too mean,” he teases, giving your cunt a quick spat, watching it run down the slit in filthy awe.

he groans himself, rubbing maneuvering circles in repeat against you to hear you nearly cry out for him to not stop.

this man…

so good with his fingers, so good with his tongue. “tell me ‘pretty please’ in that sweet voice, baby. make me believe that ya want it, want me.”

“p-pretty please,” you moaned out.

just the sweet shrills of your voice—your eyes nearly roll back in pure ecstasy, craving to release.

toji’s so hard.

he strains in his pants just from your pleasure alone, seeing you all worked up and frustrated for being edged for so damn long. “let me be messy for you toji, all on your face…please. i-i need it so bad.”

“what a gooooood girl,” he sings, his unserious praises goes straight towards your pussy as he gives it a final smack—swiping his nose against your inner parts while his tongue did most of the remaining conversation. “go ahead, show me how fuckin’ nasty y’er pretty pussy is for my tongue, girl.”

you’re a staggering mess, your legs are precisely. his entire demeanor was lascivious—an idyllic word to describe this man, not even having the decency still to pull down your panties, just a stubby thumb of his sliding it to the side. once you came, it felt amazing.

your mind, it was blank like your ordinary empty canvas. his hair was tousled from how much yanking and pulling you did, making him somehow appear ten times more attractive than he already was.

“did i do good, pretty…?”

he speaks in a taunting tone, wriggling his eyebrows at you to see you couldn’t reply—still getting over your exquisite loud orgasm. only a nod sufficed from you, and that was good enough for him. “hm. good. now-”

you don’t expect what happens next by the slightest, he sits up- and he’s so handsy, assertive with the way he brings a hand towards your waist, another wrapping around your throat before he brings you into a deep passionate kiss.

sloppy, but passionate—you moaned as his tongue created full collision against yours, tasting your own stickiness that smeared all on his mouth towards down his well-shaved chin.

a hand of yours slides down toji’s chest, it makes its way inside his shirt—and you feel it, the hardened bulletproof vest he wore…bastard knew you were coming. it was as if he was prepared for this.

by this particular point, you really could care less about the huge amount of money carried on toji’s head. he made you forget everything, and he wasn’t even inside of you yet.

perhaps he was right about one thing—maybe you were just an unprofessional slut. instead of taking care of your target, you’re in his bed, having him shove his tongue down your throat.

was it bad that you didn’t feel…bad?

sure, toji’s dangerous and well-feared among many, but man does his tongue do wonders. you could only imagine how he fucked.

“i don’t wanna look at ya yet,” he breaks away from the kiss after a while, positioning you to get on your knees for him, doggystyle. “face down ass up sweetheart. wanna take my sweet damn time with you.”

his words had so much rough meaning. you moaned, quickly complying and he brings a rough hand to your bare ass, spanking it and he chuckles at the sweet noise that runs out your mouth.

as well as a bunch of colorful words, brining sheer amusement to toji, “you’ve got a mouth on you, huh.” he clicks his tongue, having your pretty dark dress pulled up towards the very edges of your waist, you hear him start to shuffle his shorts.

“f-fuck, don’t tease me again.” you started, feeling his throbbing tip brush meanly against your slit—he grows quiet to where only you and him can hear the hissing squelches your pussy made, it’s achy for him and eager. the pulses were so loud, it rang in your ears again and again and again.

“you still get wet from it anyways, whore.” he rolls his eyes—oh, he was sassy, giving you another spank while you’re on the verge of breaking and he’s not even in yet. his degradation does something to you in ways you can’t explain, like yet again though, he was right. here you were, soaked for a man you only knew for about what, thirty minutes now?

shame…

toji grunts—taking a second to inhale, and you chew down on your lip with just enough pressure to suppress your never ending whines. he’s pushing himself inside, slowly…but you can tell how eager he is, the way he slowly pivots his hips, slowly gliding a rough hand of his down your waist to drag another moan from your mouth.

he’s so erect, obviously he would be from eating you out from so long—toji was the kind of man that got off from a woman’s pleasure, he just couldn’t help it. he was just so…fucking big, stretching you out with much needed intent. your pussy was so greedy on how it clings to him with such force.

“ah shit,” he groans, licking his lips, a breathy huff exits from him and he runs his fingers down your spine just to tease. “archin' for me already, yeah. looks like y’er body already knows what to do.”

“t-toji.” you sniffled, and he was halfway in. he’s gripping your waist now, making sure to take his time like he said before he’s gently bullying his thick cock inside, your leg twitches from feeling the ticklish feeling he gives you—the spurts of pre-cum that coated the tip of his reddened tip makes its way to kiss your clit the moment he’s fully inside. a sweet smooch.

a single thrust nearly takes your breath away, literally. bracing yourself was basically useless, this man was an entire powerhouse.

his dick had a mind of it’s own basically, because with the way it hit each single spot of yours to make you sob out his name uncontrollably and repeatedly was just insane.

“damn girl, y’er fuckin' noisy,” he chortles, a raspy guffaw if anything. his hands linger towards your hips for a specific duration before he’s just thrusting into you, slamming you against and on him. his low groans he made from each jagged thrust was unintentionally sexy.

he’d bite his lip as he’s watching you cutely struggle to take him. from first glance, you sort of figured toji was big, but this…big?

who were you to complain though?

“s-so big,” you spoke in broken murmurs, gnawing on the edge of your pointer finger, each thrust had your entire body feeling a wave of sensations. “you’re gonna m-make me cum again, toji-”

“this body ain’t trained right,” he clicks his tongue, fake pitying you. taunt after taunt with this guy—he never took anything serious, of course, unless he has to. “don’t worry, i’ll make ya last,” and he groans, hearing your pussy squeal against him, it was so sloppy, toji can’t help but spit on his hand, rubbing it against your clit just to hear you whimper out more, only to taste it for himself, grazing his tongue against his lips. “never tasted a pussy as sweet as yours, darlin.'”

his strokes, impure but slow, but rough. you’re sort of being treated like a rag doll in a way, toji brings a hand towards the back of your neck.

thick warm fingers wraps around, giving you a tight squeeze to hear you squeak out, moaning up an entire storm. his spanks he gives your ass rings throughout your ears like bells on a wedding day.

“s-swear, gonna cum toji. you’re gonna m-make me cum again.” you shuddered, feeling him suddenly deepen the angle. you moaned at feeling the back of soft wooly cloth hit against you—the fleece of of toji’s sock, his foot pressing against your head and he’s drilling his hips into you.

oh, you’re cross eyed…

mouth open like an idiot, you don’t think you’ve ever been fucked like this before.

“eh. don’t tell me y’er legs gave out already,” he sneers, that same guffaw exits out his throat and he finds this entire situation amusing. “keep 'em spread for me. need 'ta show this pussy some appreciation.”

and he’s just unbelievable.

stealing out numerous orgasms from you, over and over until you can hardly recognize your voice. dizzy, the word perfect to describe you, you were in a trance. all because of his dick that made your tongue grow more and more wet.

were you…drooling? maybe.

“f-finish inside, toji. unless you’re weak like they say.”

you managed to sputter out, he raises his eyebrow at your attempt to be a brat.

“stop being fuckin' cock hungry 'n maybe i will,” he grunts, still fucking you from behind with such deep mean strokes you’re nearly gasping for air. he’s just so mean—toji’s hips knew no bounds, it was vile, each grunt that slips from his lips was so raspy, his nails gently presses against your skin. “ya like bein' choked, do ya?”

all you could do was nod pathetically, your pussy begged for more throughout his hits, sloppy degrading hits against you before he brings a hand around your throat.

“…you’re a dumb little girl. ya know that? you know how dangerous i am right? got some guts showin' up here only to humiliate yourself on my dick, princess.”

toji smudges his dampened lips together, silencing his own groans once he came again.

so much—his loads were always so hefty and thick, filling you to the very brim. you’re laid flat on your chest, and his hands make its way towards your waist again. he leans in close to you to lick a stripe up your neck, causing himself to feel each spurt run down your cunt.

“fuckin' hell,” he hissed, slowing his pace down completely. you’re a mess….you don’t expect toji to shove two fingers into your mouth, because he does just that once he flips you over to face him.

you climb on top of him, moaning with your mouth stuffed with his lengthy digits, coating it entirely with your saliva. “suckin' my fingers like that shouldn’t be so hot.” he grumbles, the pads of his fingers reach near the back of your throat and you gag. he of course cracks a sinister smile, giving you an awkward headpat. “wonder how good ya can suck other things with that horrid gag reflex, baby.”

after a while, you remove his fingers before teasingly trailing your own down his black designed bulletproof vest, whining a sweet, “take it off…?”

“my vest?” he raises a brow, staring at you with hued green eyes, you were so handsy—feeling him up and he’s willingly letting you, you’re still so soaked from before, puffed cunt just leaking with his cum and desperately craving more. “you just wanna see me shirtless, ain’t that right?”

“…yeah,” you nodded, pretty lashes fluttering. “besides, it would just get in the way.”

how considerate, right?

maybe, maybe…not.

you watch toji start to pull his vest off—easily he brings a hand towards his side, yanking down the dark tabs that stuck out in the open of the fabric, mimicking both sides before it slides off his chest.

he was so toned and muscular, his muscles were so bulky and he was fit. toji didn't have tattoos, he couldn’t care for it really, but it made you a bit wet just fantasizing at the thought of seeing toji fushiguro coated in nothing but ink sleeves.

“huh….y’er creepin' me out, doll,” he mumbles, snapping you out of your lewd thoughts, you gasp once he lifts you up, and you’re just barely hovering over his tip. “ya gonna ride me or i do i gotta do all the work again?”

how could you forget about his damn ego.

toji knew how to fuck, sure. but if it was anything, he never knew how to shut up. he’s not annoying, but he gets quite close to it.

you give him silence as a answer, toji snickers as he feels you sinking down on him. you wrap your hands around him — cupping both sides, stroking his cheek, leaning in for a kiss. he pulls you even further towards his wide exposed chest, teasingly slicking his lips once you pressed yours against his.

“y’er so gonna get fired, baby... i'm no snitch though.”

his words were a murmur, a deep husked one that got you way more aroused than you thought.

“stop talking.” you whispered, deepening the kiss.

toji groans, tilting his head a certain degrees just for you, and your thumb strokes near the inner part of his mouth, where a faint dimple of his made an appearance from the slight smile forming against his lips.

he’s inside again, the inches felt scorchingly warm inside of you, hugging your walls oh so tight. after a few seconds to breathe, his breath is cold and shaky, dark eyes stare back into you before he grins. “hey, it’s in. wanna move, baby?”

“s-shut up.” you spat, cooled palms of yours resting on his bare chest. toji’s lips purse into a sly grin as he’s holding onto you tight, studying your dirty facial expression.

“make me…” he repeats—just how he did earlier, in the same exact tone.

although his voice appeared much lower. his cock was buried deep inside, a tight fit yet your pussy always managed to take him.

you were gonna make him.

you hadn’t realize how much time’s passed of you fooling around with toji, although it was practically pitch dark in his well kept apartment, a quick glance near his night-stand and the alarm clock read four thirty am.

toji gifts you with each huge load everytime, and you take it everytime. it was so messy- the way it would spill out, he’d groan while shoving two fingers inside to keep it stuck in because you weren’t gonna waste any of his precious cum.

but, after a while, you were worn out, at least that’s what you told him. he agreed to take a break with you, and as of current you just rested on his lap.

leaning on his chest, panting and panting as if you’d ran a marathon. who knew how many rounds you went with that man. his stamina was purely out of this world.

“…phew, y’er somethin', else,” he huffs out, giving you an exhausted stare too. hands both wrapped around your waist with no intention of letting go. “you should stay the night.”

“should i….?” you smiled, leaning up close to peck a kiss near the edges of his mouth—sneaking a smooch before reaching behind his back.

oh, he’s probably head over heels for you now…

toji nods, bringing a thumb up to your lip before bringing you in for another kiss….yet, that’s when a few milliseconds later, he feels a sharp abrupt sting.

it pierces right through his chest…

your head’s resting on his neck now, getting a good angle of your handling, a strong firm grip of the knife, a thumb brushing against the pretty bedazzled rivet part and toji’s smile fades once he realizes what’s happening.

“you…little bitch.” he hacks in straight surprise, his eyes widens before smelling a rich stench of something that was very much his own, an odd familiar irony scent before you pulled your hand out, and you’re facing toji now.

like your motto from the beginning, you’d hit him with the luring,

“it’s nothing personal, toji…”

the last thing toji’d expect was for you to stab him in the back, quite literally. his mind raced as well as his heart feeling like it was on fire.

he was starting to like you—as foolish as it sounds. so that’s why you tricked him into taking off his bulletproof vest.

needless to say, you got the bounty money. and well toji…didn’t.

so in the end, you won right? you finished your target like you always do…that’s gotta be good news, right?

wrong.

because as you’re sitting on the porcelain lid of your toilet—not only are you filthy stinking rich, you’re also two weeks pregnant.

Ryomen Sukuna’s nose twitched as he entered your shared room with caution, his four eyes locking onto you with an intense stare. His senses, already heightened, were overwhelmed with the familiar scent of your pheromones, indicating your discomfort. The King of Curses slowly approached the bed, each step slow and calculated.

He lay down beside you with uncharacteristic gentleness, nudging your jawline with his scruffy head of pink hair. “Hey,” he muttered, his voice a low rumble. He looked up at you for reassurance, only to be met with the sight of your bright eyes clouded with depression.

His frown deepened.

Frustration simmered within him, a mix of irritation and concern. Sukuna was not accustomed to handling anyone with care, let alone in such a vulnerable state. He nudged you again, more insistently this time. “I said hey,” he groaned, his tone rougher than intended.

With these senses, Sukuna could feel every nuance of your discomfort. The irregular rhythm of your heartbeats, the tension in your muscles, the way your blood seemed to pulse more intensely. It stirred something within him, a protective instinct he barely understood.

Sukuna sighed deeply, lying down more carefully beside you. He hoped the warmth of his body might provide some comfort. “Just feel me, pretty girl,” he murmured, his voice softer now. He rested his head on your chest at an angle that allowed his lower eyes to keep watch over your face. “I’m here now.”

His presence, usually imposing and fearsome, was now a source of relief. The weight of his tattooed body, though heavy, was a grounding sensation. As he lay there, he could feel your heartbeat slowly syncing with his, your breaths becoming more measured.

He didn’t know how to navigate these emotions, how to be gentle, but he was trying. For you. In this moment, he was not the King of Curses, but simply a being sharing in your pain, striving to ease it in any way he could.

Day 4: This man is a walking red flag... but I'm a bull