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tags: MINORS DNI (18+), oral (f), smut, grinding, reader has a kid

toji, who’s your ex’s best friend, who promised to take care of you after your ex passed away. but of course you didn’t think he’d be taking care of all your needs. he’s buying groceries and even when you really need it, giving you a massage.

he’s watching your daughter when you go on job interviews, even though he swears you don’t need it, trying to give you his limitless card. but you never accept it, the way he gets his money is never too clean for you to feel comfortable. you don’t want to feel like you owe him anything so you keep working.

toji won’t say anything but he never felt like his friend deserved you. toji hates that he wants and always wanted to fuck you, to get between those thighs and to make you forget about him.

toji, who takes you out to let you unwind, it’s been years and you never entered a bar, never had a relationship and never really enjoyed yourself since… but toji can’t tell with the way your hips and ass are moving against him, maybe it’s the alcohol or maybe after 5 years you finally understand what he’s been trying to get you to understand.

his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck, you can feel him growing hard through your tight bodycon dress. toji, groaning and dragging your core into his jeans. “fuck, you tryna get in trouble tonight?”

you knew what he meant and he didn’t want you to regret it. he took you home, he let you sober up and to think if you really wanted this. “so? you finally got some senses…?”

“toji, i know what i want. i still want you.”

but he doesn’t think you can handle him so he just chuckles, “yeah whatever. not tonight, just let me introduce myself to this pretty girl at least.”

and he does, he spreads your legs and does a deep whiff into your legs, your thighs slick with sweat and your panties dampened with sweat and pretty wetness. “hey pretty baby,” his eyes flick from your face to back between your legs before he removed your panties. “fucking hell, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time? i might fuck you after all.”

his tongue slips inside for a quick taste and you jump, your legs trembling. he nibbles and sucks into your folds, spreading them with his tongue. your hand in his hair. moans loudly leaving your mouth, biting on your tongue so that you can stop. “un uh, i wanna hear you scream.”

with your hips thrusting and thrashing against him, you give him just what he wants.

and with his dick straining against his pants he smiles when you mutter out a, “thank you.”

“anytime, just tell me whenever you want to sit on my face and i’ll be there within five minutes, matter of fact with a pussy this good? three minutes.”

your face felt hot and for the first time in years, you slept with the weight of a man next to you.

toji hated himself though. how was he supposed to tell you now that his best friend, was alive and faked his death? how was he supposed to tell you that sukuna was coming back?

Way Too In Deep

✮⋆˙ in which exboyfriend!toji fushiguro sees you in a club...

cw ! bathroom sex, semi-public sex, mirror sex, daddy kink, spanking, mild degradation kink(lemme know if I missed any im having a brainfart rn)

a/n : ya'll iv'e been doing everything BUT writting✋😭 like. not my usual content and I lowk hate this an might rewrite but lets get whornee!

fic radio 💿🎧🫧 : Deep by Summer Walker

Strobe lights, smoke machines, shitty DJs, and even shittier guys. That's what clubs were to you. But your friends loved clubs so they put you in a short, tight dress that left nothing to the imagination, and a killer pair of heels. They dragged you to the Fallen Angel. How did your friends get you into a popular luxury club? You had no idea.

You were the designated sober friend who would drive everyone home(if they weren't already going home with their one-night stands). Meaning, you were stuck drinking mocktails and flirting with the bartender for the night. You forgot how much you missed clubbing though. The only true meaning you were so pessimistic, was that you hadn't been out since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend two months ago.

Who conveniently entered your line of sight across the room. You weren't going to sit and look like a loser now that he was here. You ordered a shot of tequila and downed it; enjoying the burning sensation in your throat. Luckily one of your favorite songs was playing, and your friends dressed you up like a hooker.

You needed to find a guy to dance with quick. You needed to prove to Toji that you were doing much better than he was. You only had to look at the poor victim you chose for the night and he was already yours. You let the music ignite you and guide your movements. Your back was flush against his as you ran your hands through your hair grinding against him. "My name's Shiu," the guy you were dancing with whispered in your ear.

"Cool, less talking, more touching," you said, guiding his hands to your hips.

"Yes, ma'am," he smirked as his hands tightened around your hips.

Your eyes were fixed on Toji burning holes into the back of his head. When Toji finally noticed you, you stared straight into his eyes as you mouthed the words to the lyrics and whined your hips against Shoe(whatever his name was). Toji looked irritated but impressed by the nerve you had to try and taunt him like that. Exactly what you wanted.

He took to the dance floor with one of his new girls. He spun her around and danced with her the same way you were dancing with Shiu. You could feel his manhood hardening against your ass. You weren't even dancing anymore, you were practically dry-humping on the dance floor. Miguel's eyes stayed fixed on you. Your body. Those eyes. Your sultry expression. Your mouth. Agape.

That set him off. As soon as you knew it, he was marching towards you with a mean scowl on his face. One blink and Toji's larger rough hand was firmly around your wrist dragging you away from Shiu. "Hey let go," you protested from behind with a satisfied smile on your face. Toji didn't answer. He simply grumbled under his breath, dragging you into the single-stall bathroom locking the door behind him.

"Just who do you think you are?" he asked with his hands on his hips.

"I don't know what you mean," you said feigning innocence.

"Really? 'Cause you were practically fuckin' that guy out there," he scoffed inching closer to you until your back crashed against the wall and faces were centimeters apart.

"No. I wasn't," you whined.

"Oh yeah. Don't lie to me baby you were doing it so I would look. I know it," he scoffed.

"Okay, maybe I was. I mean, even so, you wouldn—" you started before being cut off by his lips on yours. He kissed you like he was on his deathbed and you were the elixir of life. You moaned softly into his kiss.

Toji's hands found themselves wandering all over your body. They caressed your soft breasts. Your waist, and your ass. He gave your ass a squeeze. "Tell me you don't want this," he whispered.

You shook your head softly, draping your arms over the nape of his neck. "Give it to me Toji," you sighed in his ear. He could hear the sinister smile in your voice. With that confirmation, he lifted you your legs wrapping around his waist and placing you on the sink. He immediately kissed your neckline and jaw leaving fresh bruises all over the place.

Your fingers ran through his hair and tightened into fists full of his damp tufts of hair every time he sucked on your neck. "Tell me you don't want this baby and I'll stop," he grunted as he kissed down your cleavage.

"You bluffin' Fushiguro?" you smirked. He simply scoffed and let you hop off the sink. He moved you around by your waist so you could look at him through the mirror. "Look at you. You wanted this didn't you?" he smirked.

You smile at him through the mirror. "Maybe I did," you whispered. His rough hands bunched up the hem of your dress to your waist.

"You're still as slutty as ever," he snickered, as he bent you over the sink. Moving your thong aside, his calloused finger made sudden contact with your glossy slit. You let out a breathy moan at the sudden contact.

"How many guys have been in this pussy since we split, hmm?" he asked as he plunged a finger into your dripping sex.

"Lost count," you lied.

"You don't gotta lie to me ma," he grunted.

You hated how well he knew you. You hated how he knew you grinned when you lied. You hated that he knew you weren't over him and that he still owned you whether you liked it or not.

But he wondered if you knew you had the same effect on him. Wondered if you knew the girls were just a ploy to get you to notice him. Wondered if you knew how you occupied his every thought. How you had him in some sort of trance and he couldn't escape you being in his dreams. He didn't mind it though. He secretly loved how you haunted him whenever you were apart.

"I'm not lyin', I've been a bad girl," you breathed out as he managed to make you drip with just one finger.

"You know, if you want me to spank you, baby, all you gotta do is ask," he cooed as he added a second finger pumping in and out of your eager cunt at an agonizing pace.

"Don't try to taunt me. You'll regret it," he continued as he picked up the pace.

You feel little fireworks ignite in your stomach hearing his words. A feeling you missed dearly that only he could give you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he added a third finger. "Mhmm—Toji, t-too much," you whined.

"You like that?" he cooed as he curled his finger up into your spongy sensitive spot.

"Yeah!" you almost squealed, looking away from yourself in the mirror.

"Yeah?" he teased as he roughly gripped your jaw pointing your face towards it.

"Uh huh," you sighed as you felt the heat rush to your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Toji was peering into your soul with a nasty smile plastered on his face, watching your body's reactions to his touch. Your body's reactions to his lips on your neck, his other hand fondling your boob through your dress, and his glistening fingers slipping out of your sopping wet cunt.

You whined at the sudden empty feeling. "You're so needy tonight. You miss me baby?" he teased. You pouted at him through the mirror.

You couldn't help but shamelessly rub your ass against his crotch as he took his pants off. He taunted you rubbing his swollen tip against your wet folds. "Want you inside," you whined.

"Ask nicely baby," he groaned.

"Daddy please, need you inside," you moaned.

"Atta giiirl," he purred as he lazily pushed his fat tip into your cunt.

The stretch was better than anything you could've imagined. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he pushed even further into you bottoming out. It took everything in him to not cum right away. He focused on his breathing tilting his head back trying to keep it all in.

You were growing impatient and brattier by the second. You moved your hips fucking into him eliciting a guttural groan. His hands roughly came to your hips bringing your movements to a full halt. "Behave yourself," he grunted as he bent you further over the sink back arching. He fucking into you slowly and all you could do was squeeze your eyes shut trying not to cum.

"Look at me when I fuck you, baby," he grunted as he picked up the pace.

That sensation of tiny explosions in your stomach came back causing your pussy to flutter around him. You were moaning uncontrollably. It was all too much, the stretch, the sweat, the music blasting, the dirty talking, and the finger he roughly lodged in your mouth to shut you up. "M'close Toji, needa cum, please~" you moaned

"You gonna cream on daddy's cock baby?" he cooed rubbing your puffy clit as his thrusts increased in speed.

"Yes, yes! Just l-like that Toji," you gasped.

It was all perfect: his pace, the hand placement, his finger rapidly rubbing at your aching clit. All of it was enough to make you come undone on his fat throbbing cock.

And that you did. Hard. If your knees weren't already weak, they were now. Your legs rapidly convulsed as you creamed around Toji's cock. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head; all you could see was white. Toji kept pumping in and out of your pussy as you came, fucking you through your high.

You were babbling incoherent praises as you came down from your high. "I'm gonna cum baby where do you want it?" he panted as he pulled out, continuing to pump himself trying to imitate the irreplaceable feeling of her pussy.

"Should I cum on those pretty tits?" he grunted smirking as you whimpered nonsense.

"Or maybe this perfect ass?" he suggested as his hips began to buck into his fist.

"Anywhere, anywhere—please just," you whimpered.

"Please what? Use your words, baby," he groaned.

"My face," you shamefully whispered.

"Huh?" Toji teased as you turned around getting on your knees looking up into his emerald green eyes.

"I want you to cum on my face, daddy," you pouted.

"There you go open up for me baby," he groaned as hips stuttered fucking into his fist. You immediately obeyed his command, opening your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue, and looking up at him the way he liked.

"Atta giiirl," he moaned, throwing his head back.

You tasted his salty cum on your tongue and you were hooked again. You were in deep. Way too in deep.

same deep water as you, first part.

toji fushiguro is an unstable private investigator that takes on a case for an equally unstable family. when you have decided to throw everyone in your life away, you meet someone at the dinner you work at.

toji fushiguro/fem!reader. no curses au, slow-burn ish, reader has a family, angst, age difference, grieving, eloping, protective toji, pet names (bunny/princess), eventual comfort. cw for light-voyeurism and stalking (not yandere), toxic families, alcohol use, mentions of organized crime, eventual nsft. 1.3k word count. tip jar!

The old furniture in the office was uncomfortable. The place felt cold and reeked of cigarettes, which made people stay for short amounts of time like Toji preferred.

"After finding her, I just need you to follow her around and tell me what her routine looks like.”

Toji sat across an impatient-looking woman that looked out of place.

He loved desperate clients. Worried husbands, estranged fathers, or cunning wives were all dollar signs to him. And this time it was an obtrusive sister.

“What are you looking for, exactly?” His sharp eyes never left her when she pulled out a cigarette and lit it up.

"Well, we talked from time to time, but after the notice for the funeral, no one can get a hold of her,” the woman paused to take a long breath off the cigar, polluting the air with her anxiousness. “The school could only give me what I gave you. So, my guess is she got together with someone, got knocked up or something.”

Toji nodded at her summary, focusing on the discharge forms from the college she mentioned.

“Okay. Just know, if you are going legal, I can only take evidence on public spaces.” He leaned back into his chair to start his usual spiel. “That's the reason I asked. I try to cather to all needs, so if you’d like more, it’ll be a little bit more pricey for you, but out of record.”

“I know, that's why I came here,” she barely avoided rolling her eyes. “Our dad is just so worried, you know, with his own dad dying too. It’s his little girl and he could never be tough with her. I want to give him something before deciding what to do with her.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for your loss,” Toji muttered in an attempt to skim over the sob story.

“Thanks. I know you knew him, but his friends better. You come... recommended,” she gave a critical glance across the neglected room.

“You mentioned that on the phone.” Toji flipped through her contact details to find what else to discuss. Both of them knew to keep that topic brief.

"Anyway, after finding her, which I hope will be no issue for you,” she puffed the smoke in his direction. ”I'd like you to be with her for up to a month, depending on what comes up.“

He kept nodding mindlessly, getting ahead of himself to daydream about how easy this would be.

“I would prefer that you only focus on this and drop any other case, if possible. Money is not an issue."

Oh, he’d almost squirm at that.

“I can imagine that,” he agreed, failing to contain a grin. “I do charge hourly and you’ll have to cover the expenses of my current projects to drop them, but we’ll set the payment details later on.”

They were done after the woman insisted on starting that same weekend.

“Have you ever gotten involved with the people you investigated?” was her last inquiry.

“That blows my cover, so, no.”

“But would you be willing to act? Like if someone needed to test if their wife was faithful?”

Toji had been offered similar deals a handful of times, easy to imagine with his looks, but the only one that went through was for a store owner looking to see if the girls at the counter would steal for him. Which they did.

He grinned after giving it a thought.

“Sure, for its right price.”

A chime filled the dimly lit dinner in the last minutes of your shift. It was dark outside when the cooks handed you a plate of tomato soup from the small kitchen.

The two tried some small talk when they held the door open for you, only to receive the usual quiet smile.

You couldn't bring yourself to be mean to them, but this way, it would be easier when you finally disappeared from the face of the earth.

Letting your hair down you exited the restaurant and walked over to the bus stop. Moving through the dark streets was easy now with your pepper spray gripped inside your pocket.

Your edge had gone down a few weeks ago, but the hairs on your neck were up that night, even though nothing seemed out of place.

The first sight when you finally opened the motel's door was of a full trashcan. Room service hadn't passed by that day, but you figured it was better if no one was snooping around your stuff when you weren't there.

When you found a place cheap enough in the next town over, it was too good of an opportunity to let it go. It made sense when one of your sisters called to let you know grandpa had passed away. Your grandfather wasn’t a good person and had always treated the kids and the wives roughly. For him, a man of questionable ethics, there wasn’t any sadness from you and you wouldn’t bother saying goodbye. So, you took it as fate and paid for a whole month in cash.

The urge of flopping face-down into the bed was great, but a reflection in the mirror caught your attention.

The hair color so unnatural to your own popped out in front of you. You inspected that your look was as unrecognizable as possible, like you had intended, before resuming your routine.

There was something specific about people who came to a private investigator for personal affairs. Toji would argue it was either craziness or lack of character.

When taking on a case for crazy, one had to be careful of them interfering in the jobs, so he would make sure to provide juicy information here and there, but not enough for them to know what his next move was.

Cheating husbands were his favorite. He was skillful at consoling a grieving wife, exclusively the ones that could afford him. For lack of excitement and transparency, he would not take any insurance claims or child custody cases. He was careful enough to avoid people from looking too deep into his practice.

Missing people were unusual cases, mostly because if the police couldn't do anything, those were people that didn't want to be found.

And for a moment he thought finding you would be harder than he thought. When he helped your sister file the missing person's report, he could go to the school but with no luck. You had dropped out with all necessary forms signed.

He moved over to the side of campus where most of your classes would take place, but asking around casually for you wasn’t giving him anything either. It seemed that you were hermetic enough.

"Excuse me," he had heard a small voice when he was close to giving up. "Are you her family?"

Toji turned to find a girl too embarrassed to look him straight in the eye, but the mention of your name was enough for her to approach him.

"Yeah," he said with a little smile. "Are you friends with her?"

"We were," she hesitated. "At least I thought so, she didn't really talk to anybody, but we were in most classes together".

"Did she say anything about where she was going?"

"I was going to ask you what happened to her," she had finally seen him for a whole sentence, eyes full of surprise. "She… didn't really talk, and the last day she came to class, she was pretty nasty to everyone".

Her slight lip quiver made Toji realize the girl really meant everyone. You were a little brat, weren't you?

It took a lot from him to not giggle at the thought.

"Sorry to hear that," he gave his honest attempt at an empathetic smile. "How about we go to the cafeteria and you can tell me more about what my cousin did?"

Her fluster was all the answer he needed. That was his way in.

After that, it didn't take him more than a week to be at the front of a makeshift motel on the side of the road.

“Hi, little bunny,” he whispered to himself when he got his first glance at you locking your room's door. Seems like you changed your hair and wore some glasses, but you couldn't fool his sharp eyes.

SECOND PART TBA.

note. ahhh this is inspired by a dream i had with this man. i plan this to be a short-chaptered series and to update in 1+ week. thank you for reading 💗

This is so adorable

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toji x preg!fem!reader ࿐ established relationship, soft toji, meanish toji, pregnant reader, baby megumi, dogs/pets

toji was never into the idea of having pets. he was already struggling to take care of megumi—why add to his troubles of yet another mouth to feed? he saw no use for them; a waste of time and an even bigger waste of money.

and of course his view hadn’t changed when he met you. he still only saw them as slimy ‘good for nothings.’ but unfortunately for him, you already had a dog long before the two of you got together.

unlike his hardheaded father, megumi loved animals. especially dogs. toji figured it wouldnt hurt to let him bask in the company of something so foreign—at least for a little while. he adored your little pup. and maybe you too.

over time, toji grew to adore you as well. what he had planned on keeping strictly no-strings-attached, blossomed into something far more enjoyable. but alas, you still had that filthy animal.

it wasn’t supposed to be anything special, just a small fling that he hadn’t anticipated on continuing any further. he tried his best to fight the urges of maybe it just not being worth it—ultimately letting his love for megumi conquer his stubborn hatred for animals and repetitive cycle of jumping from woman to woman.

toji swore the universe was out to get him. well maybe not the entire universe—but definitely your dog.

regardless of his countless attempts of getting it through the animals tough, yet tiny skull, that he just didn’t like the thing—it still found its way back to toji. every time.

he was starting to grow tired of it. really.

“y/n, come get this damn dog.” he’d yell from his position on the couch, hoping his familiar pleas would gain your attention from down the hall. he had already tried pushing the puppy off, shooing it away in hopes to go play with megumi who was sitting on the floor below his feet; patiently waiting for his turn with the dog.

with much thanks from toji, you would quickly come to the manbaby’s aid; grabbing the energetic dog from his lap with a roll of your eyes.

“gumi’s been trying to get that things attention all morning. it won’t leave me alone.”

it wasn’t until you had gotten pregnant that he slowly started to warm up to the dog. or at least stopped referring to the poor guy as ‘it.’ toji thought it was cute how they would constantly stay by your side during the pregnancy, always laying nearby like he somehow knew of what was going on.

but he would never admit that to you. instead, maybe he was just grateful that the dog was finally bothering someone other than him.

THIS IS SO CUTE

ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji letting baby megumi try all kinds of new food !

it was a typical monday morning: you were making breakfast for your little family, flipping pancakes and eggs as you left toji to handle the task of helping megumi go through his routine. once your husband had finished, he walked into the kitchen with your little child in his arms (this time holding the boy somewhat properly).

once you turn your head towards the two, you noticed how megumi was eagerly suckling on toji’s index finger—a habit of your son to signal you that he yearned for his daily nutrients.

“megumi’s biting my finger off,” toji exaggerates, yawning before moving towards the fridge and opening the door. the sudden breeze of cold air hitting his skin makes him shudder.

you laugh and flip a pancake, revealing its golden brown colour on the back, “i stored ‘gumi’s food on the second shelf. a little in the back.”

megumi’s tiny arms were already reaching out for the familiar bowl, making grabby hands at it as if encouraging his dad to feed him his meal. toji’s eyes, however, were scanning the entire content of the fridge for something new, “y’know, maybe it’s time to learn how to eat somethin’ else, kid. your taste buds need’ta get used to other foods.”

according to his ‘brilliant’ logic, it’s best to get kids used to new foods at a young age so they won’t become picky eaters later on. thus, toji grabs the most random combination of whatever looks edible. the gathered items consisted of pickles, strawberries, mini-carrots, tomatoes and a single lemon.

toji quickly glances over at you, but your attention was totally focused on the breakfast you were preparing. your husband takes his chance, puts megumi in his high-chair and cuts up all the food he grabbed to biteable pieces for the baby, “alright, i’ll give ya the freedom of choosin’ something on y’r own. go on.”

toji places the various items on megumi’s small tray. the boy stares at the food and picks a piece of strawberry first since the red colour was the most appealing. megumi munches on it, hands as well as his lips getting a bit messy. he didn’t seem to dislike it as his little pouty lips continued to move and digest the fruit.

“okay, so ya like the strawberries. noted.” toji makes a mental note of the new discovery, already planning on buying boxes of strawberries for his son.

once megumi swallowed the piece, the curious boy goes on and picks another type of food. this time it was a yellow coloured piece—one which megumi had no knowledge about. toji did, however, and was already grinning.

the man crossed his arms while he looked down at his kid who was about to go through an unpleasant experience. that’s what builds character according to toji, so why would he intervene and stop megumi from eating a lemon? finding out on his own will teach him a very valuable lesson.

the second megumi’s tongue picks up on the extreme sour taste, his nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing along with a disgusted noise escaping the back of his throat, “blegh!”

toji bursts out laughing and points at megumi whose tiny fingers were trying to wipe the taste off his tongue, spitting and almost crying from the unfamiliar taste that entered his mouth. most parents would help their child out and give them water to rinse their mouth, however the scene was apparently way too hilarious to your husband for him to even think about rushing to aid megumi.

you turn to see what the commotion was about and spot your son almost in tears from whatever he ate. you frown and walk up to the high-chair, inspecting the squished piece of lemon in megumi’s hand.

“mannnn, that was the funniest stuff i’ve seen in a while.” toji snickers once he calms down, finally grabbing a tissue to wipe megumi’s drool and spit off.

“poor baby.” you watch the small child stare at his dad with a pouty expression on his little face like he was awaiting on an apology of some kind.

even toji can’t deny it: he did somewhat feel bad now. those big and watery eyes looking up at him made him soften in a fraction of a second. the dark-haired man dumps the used tissues in the nearby garbage can and then walks back to the high chair;

“aww, okay, ‘m sorry.” toji coos and lifts megumi up in his embrace, smothering the child with kisses all over his exposed shoulders before softly poking the fat of his cheeks, “can you forgive your daddy, kiddo?”

“da-da!” megumi happily giggles without knowing the meaning of toji’s words. all the kid desired at that instant was more of his dad’s attention and affection. especially after what occurred a moment ago.

megumi was guaranteed to get what he needed since toji was already preparing to tickle and kiss his adorable son all over as an apology.

you chuckle and go back to making breakfast—your ears filled with high-pitched squeals from your son as toji’s voice called out for a ‘tickle attack’.

at least all was well in the end.

Oh~ I’m ready for the new ones

𝐖𝐖𝐖.𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐔𝐁.𝐂𝐎𝐌 — 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒!

#SUMMARY: getting freaky on camera with your favs never hurt anyone, y/n!

#SOME WARNINGS: f! reader, cam! au, modern! au, degradation, praising, voyerism, edging, overstim, 18+ some can be read as a stand-alone, mostly over 5k+ words . . .

#FROM MOD: hii, this is just a little guide for ppl who’d like to binge all of the cyber sex fics i make which will be approx four !!! this is all to coordinate with my cyber theme >.< these were just rly fun to make n i love writing them soooo ya !!

WWW.PIXELATEDPRINCESS starring toji x camgirl/maid! f! reader — streamed on april 18, 2023

@Y/N_LOVAAA says: toji finds out his pretty maid isn’t as innocent as he thinks once he walks in on her during her cam show.

WWW.PIXELATEDSTARBOY starring camboy! gojo x f! reader — streamed on may 12, 2023

@GOJODADDY69XX says: you wanted to surprise your roommate on his birthday but end up getting surprised yourself and find out he’s a popular camboy streamer.

WWW.PIXELATEDDILF starring camboy! toji x f! babysitter!reader — not yet streamed, come back later!

@OFFICIALFUSHIGURHOE says: toji wants to show his pretty little babysitter that he gets tips just as much as she does, but on camera.

WWW.PIXELATEDSTARGIRL starring: camboy! gojo x nanami x f!reader — not yet streamed come back later!

@GOJODADDY69XX says: after nanami walks in on you two, gojo gets him to join! it’s safe to say you won’t be able to walk for a while.

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This was too much for my ovaries~ I love Rockstar Toji~

SOPRANO-SCREAMER. toji fushiguro

SUMMARY: so many thirsty groupies but you want your favorite dílf rockstar to know that you‘re his #1 biggest fan.

CONTENT: f! fan reader, rockstar! toji, modern!au, reader‘s 20+ semi-public, degradation, he‘s meeean, praising, humiliation, c.reampies, dumbification, c.unnilingus — (he eats it from the back) breath play, size difference, spanks, full nelson, cowgirl, manhandling, size kink, (pet names: baby, little + pretty girl, sweetheart) wk: 7.8k (IM SORRYY)

NOTE: omg. hiii lmfao. i just listened to party monster by weeknd n just went crazyyy w this. idkk. k bye 🏃🏽‍♀️

The show was just about concluding to an end . . with deafening sounds of the bass filling the stadium as everyone started to leave and depart, and you started to make your way towards the front of the stage in hopes to see your all time favorite rockstar. Toji Fushiguro. He was your celebrity crush, always a flirt in every interview and magazine he did, yet his shows were always sold out fast. You happened to luckily snag a ticket for yourself right when his tour was about to end. It always irked you how many die hard fans he had— primarily thirsty women who‘d sometimes flash themselves in the audience while he’s performing but he’d pay no attention to it. Toji‘s always been a womanizer, he had ladies falling at his feet, chanting and screaming every loud erotic lyric at the top of their lungs. Even you. All his songs were stashed in your brain.

With the cute pink polka dot VIP backstage lanyard thrown around your neck— you managed to run into Toji as he was entering his dressing room. And oh did your eyes roam. He was so much hotter up close. Toji usually wore mostly leather— matching with his dark stoic look, long strands of obsidian rich strands of hair nearly interfering with his vision near his thin brows. He wore skin tight pants too, and often times like many of the other fans— you‘d stare a little too long at his little bulge he had going on.

“Yo. You wanna autograph don‘t you, little girl?”

Your face got hot immediately once his words snapped you out of your thoughts— and he holds the door open for you in his dressing room. Your heart was beating fast as you were in Toji Fushiguro‘s dressing room. Initially, you were thinking were fans even allowed to be back here? Regardless of yourself ruminating random thoughts, you glance up at Toji— and he‘s so tall, completely towering over you, and you replied in a small voice. “Oh.. um, yeah. Can you sign here?” And you pointed towards your near oversized shirt that had his band‘s name painted on it, most of his die-hard fans wore it— and it wasn‘t cheap but you managed to buy one.

“Yeah,” He gruffly says, and his voice is low. A deep almost baritone— and you watch him grab a sharpie from his back pocket, tucking the top between his lips, occasionally his eyes darts at your face, making you nervous before he stares where you wanted him to sign. “Hold still.”

“W-Wait,” you stammered, and he pauses his movements — raising an eyebrow at you. You shyly lifted up your shirt with one hand, and he blankly watches you with a stoic expression, purely unreadable. “Sign here, Toji.” And Toji‘s eyes dart towards the lingerie you wore— the specific type you wore, his last name on the white tiny strips of it and it was glittery and pretty, a bright and low splash of lavender and black.

“Oh,” Toji says abruptly, his eyes roaming at your body. But then he flashes you a coy, sly smirk, knowing you wanted him to sign right on your chest near your cleavage before he swipes the sharpie cap from between his teeth— repeating himself in a much lower seductive tone. “Oh.”

The rockstar stares at you for a moment, his eyes staring intensely at your lingerie set you hid underneath the oversized shirt you wore— and he slyly licks his lip, and you saw that. The way his tongue gently swiped against the slanted scar near the right side of his mouth. He brings a finger up towards your chest, rough calloused hands feeling near the straps of white that had tiny black letters of ‘Fushi—guro’ printed on it. “Haven‘t seen a woman wear this set yet,” he mutters, and his touch feels so good and merely enticing. Toji‘s voice is almost raspy as he speaks, and you let off a sweet gasp, feeling his thumb pull a strap down of the thin piece of clothing. “You must be a big fan to try and seduce me, huh, girl? ‘Cuz it might be working, sweetheart. You’ve got my attention.”

“It is?” You stared at him blankly before clearing your throat. “I mean.. oh um..”

“Heh. Let‘s not play dumb, princess. I know a horny woman when I see one,” Toji rasps, and you stare up at him. The musician looks down at you, and his gaze is enough to make your knees buckle . . his deep voice didn‘t really help matters much rather. Toji brings a hand towards your chin, making you stare dead into his green eyes before he leans up close, swiping the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. “Mmmm,” he coos, and you stare at him— feeling your body get increasingly hot the more he touched you. “You didn‘t wear this pretty Fushiguro designed lingerie set just for me to compliment it, huh? Bet your kinky ass wanted me to peel it off with my teeth or some shit, that right?”

Your face heat up instantly— and you didn’t know how to reply so you just nodded.

Toji slyly smiles to himself, and he starts to slowly peel it off. You stood, hands pressed up against one his dressing room dressers, and you let off soft pants and breathy moans once you felt him teasingly nip at some of your sweet skin with his teeth just to get a reaction from you. Your little noises were feeding him. “Such a cute ‘lil thing,” he mumbles, slowly peeling it fully off while staring up at you. Once it was all the way off, he drops it all to the floor before he plops back down against his chair, patting on his lap. “C’mere, girl.”

You sit on his lap, and he sits manspread, staring right up at you— and he looks laid back and sexy, eyes half-lidded as his left hand ran through the very edges of your skirt. “Oh . . but um—aren‘t you about to leave to go on your next gig though?” You stammered, letting off a tiny gasp once you felt his hand go lower between your inner thigh, sliding and grazing gently between the crevices to make you nearly go crazy “I sorta forgot that you—”

“Don‘t worry, sweetheart. I‘m sure they can wait.”

And now here you were, sprawled over his red velvet futon in his dressing room— letting off cute whiney moans each and every second the more Toji spent between your legs. Your pretty skirt was lazily pulled up towards your waist, and he‘s lapping up your cunt like a dog — your face is pressed against the futon and he’s eating you from the back and oh is he skilled with his tongue. He slurps you so clean it practically makes you dizzy and nearly totter the more his tongue shoves deep between your folds.

“T—Toji….” you‘d gasp, weak frail hands gripping onto the black satin sheets of the sofa. It felt so good, and every so often— he‘d give your ass a spank for you to the keep the cute little arch you had going for him. You heard him grunt, occasionally finding himself nip near the pretty little pearly nub stuffed alongside your clit making you let off a tiny squeak, mouth slightly going agape. “Fuck.. fuck fuck…” You gasped, your voice all erratic and shaky. It was cute— and you felt Toji‘s pink lips form into a smile against your pussy before he pulled up to gather a wad of spit, and he was so sloppy, watching it run down your folds, maneuvering circles against your glistening cunt. He stared in awe before lowly chuckling to himself, spanking your ass before going back to eating again.

“Mhm— I try not to fuck my fans . . but your pussy‘s too sweet f’me, little girl,” Toji speaks in a gravelly voice, and your eyes are nearly starting to roll back. Generally speaking, most likely you didn‘t even process what Toji was saying. His tongue was like it had you in some sort of lewd salacious trace. Feeling him lap against your nub and inner labia earned out a cute whiney shrilling whimper from the very back of your throat— and he menacingly smiles to himself, moving his head up and down while a thumb occasionally circled against your folds. “Awwww,” he purrs, chin already starting to coat with your honeyed slick. “My tongue too much for ya?” And the rockstar‘s speaking in a fake faux voice — utterly condescending, almost like he was mocking your cute whimpering facade, and in this case he most definitely was.

You gnawed your teeth between your lip, gripping onto the pillow that rested in front of you while laid on the futon and sharply gasp, choked moans escaping your pursed glossed lips. “N-No..” you shook your head, feeling your legs start to feel like mush practically. He lapped and slurped you clean, scratching such a good raunchy itch in your brain— the sweetest builded up sobs and whimpers exit your lips, and you know you‘re getting close soon. “Toji . . s’good but, ‘m gonna cum— your tongue’s gonna m-make me c— . .”

And your fumble over your words makes him chuckle lowly, the very bass of his voice ringing through your ear.

“Already? Heh. But baby I haven‘t got enough of a taste,” and he‘s purely teasing you — his voice all silky, dripping with haughtiness before he lightly pushes your head further against the armrest of the futon— playfully dragging the very pink tip of his tongue up and down your folds. Toji was nose deep now, probably very well pussy drunk within minutes, and lets off a soft groaning grunt from how wet your sweet cunt was. “Such a pretty little pussy,” he coos between suckles, his right hand starting to pick up where it left off— maneuvering different types of shapes against your pussy and you gasped again, moaning out his name. “Tell ya what, sweetheart,” and the rasp in his voice showcases, so subdued and sexy it made you continue to throb like a vein pulse. “Heh. I‘ll let ya cum. If you can name the first song I‘ve ever written.”

Your lip quivered as your body tensed, back lightly arched for him as he slurped you clean— letting off a sobbing, “H-Huh…? How am I s-supposed to know that,” and with your cute eyebrows pulling into a furrow— you frown, whining subconsciously. “Toji… please please… gonna cum…. please.”

Toji guffaws lowly, adding more and more immediate pressure towards your clit— using the very pink tip of his tongue to get you to nearly sob out a cry. It was adorable. “I’m kidding. But mmmmmm, ‘pretty please’. Say that, sweetheart.”

You whimpered— the sensitive convulsing nerves he was playing with between your thighs nesrly had you spasming and short circuiting. “F-Fuck . . okay, pretty p-please Toji… just lemme cum., please….”

“Go ‘head.” He replies with a smug grin.

Once you came all on his tongue, you let off a cute long strained moan— vocal cords nearly straining as if you were melodically experienced soprano. Soprano screamer of the sort. You were loud— almost forgetting the two of you were in his public place. The realization smacked against your face as your body twitches, burning up while Toji takes a few last minute sucks before finally departing his lips.

“Good girl,” he purrs, pulling you up from lying on your chest with your ass up — and pulls you into him. His dark stoic viridescent green eyes stare at you immensely before sexily swiping his tongue against his lips— gathering your slick further on his taste buds. “Kiss me,” and then his eyes averts towards your cute little lanyard where it displayed your name in bold gold letters and he smiles mockingly, rolling your name off of his tongue, “Y/N,” and your face gets all radiated with hotness. “Taste how filthy your pretty pussy is when you get eaten out by your favorite rockstar f’me.”

You eagerly leaned in— bringing Toji into a steamy deep kiss, it was more sloppy than anything, mainly because of you. Your body pressed up against his as you let off a quiet moan into his mouth. His lips were soft, as you felt his tongue slide inside your mouth every so often. You tasted yourself on his tongue as well with the faint tang of sweetened savory liquor on Toji‘s breath. It tasted rich and honeyed, your eyes were lewdly half-open as you made out with your celebrity crush— wondering if this was another one of your weird amazing wet dreams— but it was definitely real. You feel him reach down towards your pretty lingerie set, snatching the undergarment part of your panties and bawling it into his hands, and you let off a moan. Toji feels you start to lead, no . . push him towards the futon to where he sits down on it, departing the kiss and staring at you.

“Oh?” He lowly speaks, rubbing the pad of his thumb over his black leathered ripped jeans. Toji‘s gaze was simply enticing as you made your way on his lap, unzipping his jeans yourself. “Ah, careful, pretty girl. I like how eager you are but, just to let you know I‘m pretty big,” and he‘s teasing you as he rested his arms over his head— watching you fumble with his zipper to pull down his pants. “Might stretch out your pussy a little.”

“I- I can take you, Toji I promise.” You muttered, and he slyly smiles at your sheer little enthusiasm. He hums, slightly raising his head up as he felt your small hands pull out his already hard length and you almost embarrassed yourself by nearly drooling at the sight. He had a slight upward curve, and was admirably well trimmed. The tip was pink and pretty— almost swollen with some droplets of pre-cum seeping down, and it twitched once you wrapped your hand around it, sitting up just a bit to align yourself. Toji keeps his green eyes on you the whole time— and he’s still got that annoying arrogant sly smile on his face, awaiting to see you get stretched because of his size. Black long strands of hair nearly occluded his vision with matching colored thin eyebrows lightly tugging together as he attached one hand to your waist.

Your cunt started to throb as you held him, slowly sinking him inside of your cunt and he was right, he was a packer— stretching out your pretty pussy that your eyes nearly widened and you let off a nonplus gasp. “F-Fuckkk…” you whined, one hand gripping onto his thigh that bounced against your body. Even going slow it was still like you were being stretched out like an elastic band, and it felt so good as you lifted your hips. “Toji you really are big— thought you were just kidding…” and your voice is shaky, filled with such saccharine on each word as you were barely past the tip.

“Awwww, yeah?” He purrs, and he was so smug, letting off a slight grunt from feeling your walls suck and hug against him the more you slid down on him. He‘s still got one rough big hand gripping the right side of your waist firmly, licking his lips while speaking in a rich supercilious tone. “Now why would I lie about somethin’ like that, sweetheart?” and then he lowly chuckles, giving your ass a spank and you let off a moan, feeling him seep further inside. “But you can do it. Big girls can take big dicks, ain‘t that right, baby?”

“Y-Yeah..” You intake a breath— and he‘s going on further and further before you’re finally all the way down, and you bite your lip, feeling semi-dizzy. Toji smiles at you imperiously. “F-Fuck Toji.. gonna split me o-open…”

Toji lets off a quiet grunt once you start to ride him, gently swaying your hips back and forth before his eyes flicker up at you. “Good,” and he takes a moment to swallow— his hand that still gripped on your thigh, attached to it like velcro gives your ass a squeeze and you whimper. His cock‘s making you feel so full — buried deep inside between your folds, introducing itself to your squelching gummy walls. “Mh—fuck,” he grunts, one hand still gripping near your waist before he takes off his leather jacket, tossing it aside. Once he did that— still riding him, you felt your cunt twitch and flutter at his body, his build, his beefy physique. All Toji wore underneath his jacket was a thin, skin tight white tank. Your eyes roamed and roamed as you rode him to your heart- well your pussy‘s content, gawking stupidly at his muscles, his chest— his huge pectorals poking out, and you could even make out his hardened nipples prodding against the fabric of the shirt. Once he catches you staring, he shoves you into his neck with a low cackle.

“Like my body, hm little girl?” He lowly rasps, snaking a hand near your neck to hold it, his middle and pointer finger brushing against your skin. You moaned, feeling his bulky muscles flex against you— so close to him you nearly got drunk from his cheap signature Fushiguro cologne scent. “We’ve got quite the size difference, heh. Can‘t wait to manhandle the shit out of you,” and he pulls you up to look directly at him in the eye— a sly smirk spreading on his face as you let off sweet incoherent words, the tip of his fat crown head tapping and brushing against your g-spot, nearly making you break out into cute cries of the immense pleasurable stimulation.

Toji raises a brow as you kept up a pace, in your own sync with your hips to where your eyes nearly started to rollllll way back, it was almost comedic to the rockstar— he finds you so cute. He grips your chin, a sardonic grin tugging on his pink lips as he stared at you. “Awww, poor baby. You gonna cum soon? That’s why you‘re speaking cute gibberish to me? Said you could take me but here you are all dumb and stupid on your idol‘s dick.”

Your tiny voice shook the more you rode him, mouth slightly opening— trying to bite back against your moans, he thought it was so cute. “Gonna cum… T-toji,” you babbled, eyebrows contorting, furrowing together as your voice started to get more shaky and a bit high. “Gonna c-cum.”

“Mmm,” he lowly hums, running his fingertips up your spine. You whimper— feeling the coldness of his tungsten rings collide and slide against your skin the more your needy throbbing cunt jolted and thrashed against him. You felt so dizzy, nearly past your limit and Toji teasingly squints his eyes, a smile near his lips before he brings a hand to your chin. “I‘ll let ya cum, sweetheart,” and his voice is smooth— a slight rasp to it, understandable regarding his profession of singing nearly everyday with his hand. Toji cocks his head playfully, such a smug facade as you nearly whimpered, feeling the tip of his cock repeatedly hit against that spot to make your brain haywire and short circuit. “Be a good little fan and beg in that sweet voice though, hm—?”

You spoke up, a near sob dragging out your throat as his cock continuously stupefied your brain. “Pretty….” and your words were cutely delayed, Toji‘s wriggling his thin black eyebrows as if he’s sardonically mocking you— telling you to keep talking. A hand gripped your waist as you rode him, and he’s just laying back, sexily manspread, watching you continue to dumb yourself on his erect shaft before you spat out the words in a cute whiney voice. “Pretty please Toji… please let me cum please…”

“Awww that‘s a good little girl,” he purrs, bringing you into his chest— and his cologne nearly fogged up your brain. “Heh. I figured since you can sing my lyrics you can sing when you’re about to orgasm as well. Good Y/n,” and he allows you to cum— you let off a whimper, muscles lightly spasming and your breath nearly gets taken away from that familiar striking pool of heat stashed way deep near your abdomen, presenting its release as you collapsed on his chest. “Hope you had fun riding me, pretty girl. ‘Cuz I‘m pretty hungry now. I’ll try not to toss you around too bad.”

And you were still pretty cock drunken to really register what he meant, but Toji gently sprawls you on the black futon— flashing you a cheeky grin. “Cute little thing,” he sibilates underneath his breath, spreading your legs a bit and placing a big rough hand on your right inner thigh. You let off a lewd shrilling moan, feeling the rockstar slide in your folds once more— stretching you just enough that your cunt squeezed and hugged against him tightly, like a sweet little bear hug. “Fuck . . me,” he spats, starting up a good pace to roll his pace, nearly biting on his words. His voice is nearly gravelly before his viridescent green eyes avert towards you. “Hm. I think I see why you really— came to my concert, Y/N,” Toji speaks, and you let off a soft whimper, feeling him raise your leg up slightly to get a better, thorough, and incredibly more deeper angle. “You just wanted to fuck hm? Be honest sweetheart— s’okay. You probably aren’t even into rock, you’re just into dick like a dirty little whore.”

“I-I am!” You squeaked out, and not even moments later Toji‘s ruthlessly jackhammering his cock inside your cunt like a madman, making you whine out the sweetest thing— tossing you all around like a rag doll, as if you had some sort of competition with Annabelle. That‘s how rough he was with you— though you didn’t mind. At least your throbbing pussy didn’t. “T-Toji.. Toji.” you stammered, the cute heel of your foot consistently tapping against the edges of his back. He had a smug stare on his face, though was lowly grunting — and it was so sexy, the way his facial expressions contorted, his eyebrows pulling together and the scar near the right side of his mouth twitching every time he let off a low raspy groan from how tight your pussy was.

“God—damn,” he grunts, shoving your knees towards your chest. The swollen tip of his dick‘s profusely hitting against that same sweet spot to make you cry out the most candied whimpers imaginable— filling up the dressing room with your adorable cries and moans, not even really caring if one one of his hand mates heard or came in. Toji‘s rolling his hips in a sexy manner— sliding a hand down to rub between your legs and you whine, back arching nearly a bit. “Pussy so tight it‘s just . . . ,” and he pauses between thrusts, tightly gripping your waist with one hand— pounding mercifully against your core to make you dizzy, begging for more with your tongue nearly lolled out. “Gripping. All. On. Me.” And he says his words between thrusts lowly with a groan— enunciating them as his base smacked against you, and you can’t help but moan his name like you do whenever he’s on stage — at least, you don’t moan his name, more like chant, but this was obviously way better.

You looked so cute underneath Toji— your favorite rockstar who‘s a few years older than you, running through your pussy like it‘s nothing, it’s slick and smooth and makes you lay back against the futon. A cute ‘o’ shape is dumbly spread on your lips as you drag out a moan over and over of his name— as well as his stage name, he finds it adorable how his dick makes you confused and fumble over your words. “M-More please…” Is all you can drag out, and he’s so rough— cute little squeaks leave the back of your slutty uvula, the cute backstage VIP lanyard still wrapped around your neck bouncing against your chest through each thrust. “More Toji—”

“Heh. Anything for a fan,” Toji speaks in a gruff tantalizing voice— and pretty soon he finds himself getting close, your pussy‘s just so sloppy, he can’t wrap his head around it. Hugging and squeezing around him like a vice as he’s driving his hard throbbing cock in and out of your cunt. He raises his head up just a bit, long strands of black hair nearly starting to stick to his skin before his hips stutter and the only noises reverberating through the decent-sized dressing rooms is your sweet moans and the rough pap pap pap noises of hits he’s making against your cunt— beating up your pussy like a champ with his dick as if his profession was a MMA fighter. “Fuckkk baby,” he rasps, tossing you to be on your chest now— giving you mean ruthless backshots now. “M’Gonna fill this tight ass pussy to the fucking brim. Have you walk out of my stadium with my sticky cum running down your cute thighs. You want that, pretty girl?”

You nod eagerly, moaning once he grips the very back of your throat gently for leverage— squeezing just a little to hear you let off a cute squeak as he’s taking you from behind now. “Y-Yes please, Toji. Cum in me please. P—Please.”

“Shut the fuck up and take it then,” he replies, and you feel the very ridges of his cock drag against your gummy walls— and he’s yanking moans out of you left and right. He’s stuffing you full conclusively, and you whimper, feeling the tempo of his hips speed up just a little— you’re so pathetic and horny that your cute tongue starts to salivate, envisioning your favorite rockstar shooting a thick load inside your cunt. Within moments— he shoots inside, and grunts, thin nostrils flaring from the sensitive stimulation as his balls are being emptied and you whimper, feeling Toji start to pour thick velvety ropes inside your pussy. “Nice thick load just for— you. No refunds,” and he lets off a cackle at his own little joke— but lewdly enough, you’re too fucked dumb to understand as his cum‘s trickling inside of your pussy before he pulls out, dragging a thumb against your hole. “Mmm. Nasty little thing. Took it like a good little girl though.”

Within moments later— the both of you don‘t exactly stop, much less you didn’t exactly want to. Toji’s concert was well over and you were sure that countless hours had probably already passed.

Toji‘s coaxed countless mind boggling orgasms out of you that you didn’t even know you had in you— and as of now, he’s got you in the iconic full nelson position, primarily showing off how strong he really is purposefully— getting hard just from the size difference alone. “Upsie-daisey, there we go— ah, shit,” he grunts, and you’re cutely laid against his back while Toji‘s holding your legs up, calloused fingertips piercing into the very fat of your thighs as your body jangled and jerked within his hold— cock pumping in and out of your sweet sloppy cunt as if it was a cute little fleshlight for him. “Pussy so good— I can‘t stop fucking it. Shit’s hypnotizing.” he mutters lowly, big bulky muscles holding your legs up as you’re pressed against him and you’re moaning sweet babbles and whimpers.

Riiiiiiiiiing

But that‘s when your phone rings.

Your moaning cuts off as you glance at your phone, and Toji does to— curious as a black thin eyebrow of his raises, and he grabs your phone.

“Ooh. Who‘s calling my pretty little fan while she’s getting her pussy demolished?” He purrs, and you stare at the familiar called ID— nearly your eyes widening once you totally forgot you had a tinder date directly after Toji‘s concert. You totally forgot.

“W-Wait Toji . . don‘t answer—”

Toji lowly chuckles as he’s still balls deep, shoving your pretty laced panties in your mouth. He brings the phone up to his ear, a little smug grin on his face before speaking in a raspy, “Yo . . ?”

The guy on the other line is obviously a bit younger than Toji— and the rockstar‘s just casually drilling inside your cunt still, despite acting totally unfazed while you’re nearly choking on your saliva with your panties stuffed down your throat to be quiet.

“Hello . . ? Who‘s this? Is Y/N there? I’m sort of waiting outside of her place.”

A sly grin tugs against Toji‘s pink lips, and oh he’s so amused.

Toji then lowly chuckles before putting the phone on speaker. He gives your pussy tremendous thrusts, finding himself before changing positions a lot — and your back arches ten times more. “Oh really? Damn, that sucks. But I mean… she‘s kinda busy right now, you know…?”

“Is she okay?!” The guy replies, and oh, you wanted to crawl into a hole. Guilt consumed your gut, yet then again — maybe that was just your cunt fluttering around Toji‘s lengthy cock.

Toji hums out of sheer amusement, running a swift hand through his silky black strands. “Nah, she‘s pretty okay,” and then his face lights up. “Actually, you know what, she‘s right next to me, heh. Wanna say hi?”

“Oh… yeah, man! Cool! Can I?”

The poor guy‘s so naive, and you furrow your eyebrows rapidly shaking your head ‘no’ but he chuckles — rolling his eyes before purposely talking louder, grabbing your pretty panties out your mouth, watching strands of spit leave your mouth and it makes him laugh, smearing some of it on your lips purposely. “She can hear you, man,” and then he looks down at you with smug evil grin — sneering at you whilst speaking in a low voice against your ear. “Don‘t be rude, Y/N. Say somethin’ to your little tinder date.”

You let off a moan — multiple orgasms thrown out of you left and right by now before you give him a cute glare, and he returns the favor with a flirtatious witty smile, giving your ass a spank again to hear you whimper. You grab the phone with shaky clammy hands before speaking in a quiet, shaky tone, “U-Um… hey, Scott,” your voice trembled, and as you started speaking Toji‘s pace picked up expeditiously and you gasped, nearly moaning into the phone. His hips moved so good and mercilessly against you. “W-What‘s up…?”

“Hey!! So, I’m like outside your house. For the movie, I was thinking we’d see the new Scream movie! I know you said on your profile that scary movies aren‘t really your thing but…”

. . . and as he’s speaking, rambling to you really, you can’t really think straight at all. The rockstar‘s bullying his cock inside of your folds repeatedly and your eyes are definitely reaching way into the depths of your skull. All you can even manage to reply with is a, “Uh huh. Y-Yeah,” being so absentmindedly idle. Toji lets off a little sardonic chortle, seeing you try to stay quiet, and you end up cumming again, a lot quicker this time, and you bit down on your wrist to suppress your moans, eyebrows cutely parting together. With all this, you haven‘t even hear the staticky voice calling your name.

“Y/N? Y/N…? Uhh… You ok? You sound … weird.”

“S-Sorry.. yeah I‘m just uh… working out real quick…… I‘ll be there when I‘m done….”

“Oh! You work out too—? Sweet! I can meet you at the gym then! Maybe we can do some sets together! Rad!”

Oh my fucking god—You screamed mentally, not knowing how he just couldn’t get the hint, let alone hear the lewd sounds that were explicitly being produced. Toji smugly smiles — still stuffing you full of dick, driving ruthlessly between your folds as if his hips were on cruise control. He lets off a grunt from feeling your spongey walls spasm and convulse around him. But that‘s when he let off a playful yawn, a sexy and sly shit-eating grin plastering on his face knowing how he’s deep inside your guts, rearranging them for you, knowing that your little tinder date can’t.

“Yeah so like . . we gotta go man,” Toji replies raspily. “I’m helping Y/N with her uh— stretches.”

“Er—We?! Wait a sec, I‘m still confused on who the hell you are, bro.”

Toji rolls his eyes before a little smirky smile tugs on his lips as he fucks you through another orgasm as if it‘s nothing, putting a hand on your tummy while shooting you a smug grin. “Ah don’t worry about it. She‘ll be there in a hour, bro, heh.”

Once he finally puts the phone down— hanging up, or at least you thought he did — you get loud again, feeling your leg start to bounce and shake while Toji stares at you, full missionary now and he leans up close with a teasing gaze, wriggling his thin obsidian-colored eyebrows. “You‘re… a little slut, aren‘t you Y/N? Got me fucking you knowing you have a little date, hm? I wouldn’t depict you for the player type.”

“I- I forgot!” You moaned, and your legs rub and wrap and lock around his slim waist. It felt so good — the way he grinds his hips against your cunt is such a tantalizingly slow manner, he leaned in real close while you wrapped your weak arms around his neck.

Toji can‘t help but darkly chuckle at the dumb little expressions you’re making, and oh you’re about to cum again. You glance up at him and he’s got a malice smirk on his face, shaking his head. “Poor guy. Aw, now you’re making me feel a little bad,” and he tilts his head, mocking the situation. His thrusts against your sloppy wet cunt gets much more hot and erratic and deep before he brings a hand gently to your throat, caressing your passageway. “He‘s sitting there outside your house like a dog,” and he hums, leaning in close — licking a stripe up your neck teasingly while planting soft kisses near your collarbone and jaw. “Just waiting for his precious little date to show up, but nah. She‘s right here, whining and moaning my name like a cute little bitch in heat.”

You feel your eyes start to roll back just a bit and Toji then makes you sit up, making you ride him again now with your back pressed against him, and you kept babbling sweet little, ‘Toji . . Toji. . T—Toji . .” ’s over and over as if it was some enchanting mantra. He hums, reaching down to maneuver little circles on your clit as you’re happily bouncing on his cock — soft choked moans eliciting from the very back of your throat while he tuts playfully, shaking his head. “Ah, what a shame. He won‘t get a chance to fuck this sweet tight pussy. You probably got wet to the whole phone call didn‘t you, pretty girl?”

“N—No,” your replied, and that of course was an entire lie. Your entire body quivered, the squelching noises were just so sloppy, bouncing on him with your lips parted — eyebrows pursed, together and indented as well as your pretty mascara running down your face. “Just forget about h-him, and fuck me Toji.”

“So cute how you’re a fan of me but a little whore as well. Pretty little multitasking bitch,” he coos with a smirk— and it’s embarrassing how his degrading words make your cunt throb and pulsate for more and more of him, but now you‘re laid prettily on your chest again now — feeling Toji get a good grip of your ass, and his thrusts are just so sultry and raunchy it leaves such a good taste in your mouth to where your tongue starts to shamelessly loll out. You had only thought getting dick this good was just in the movies, not from your favorite rockstar. Toji‘s face is a little flushed though — slightly with little beads of sweat trickling and running down the sides of his face. “But . . you’re gonna be late to your little movie date if I keep fucking you, sweetheart.”

“I—I don‘t care, Toji I really don‘t,” you‘d whine, and he hit every spot so good — making you let off cute gasps and whimpers. “F-Fuck,” you‘d moan through gritted teeth. And in a way, you weren‘t lying. His cock felt so so good. Far better than going on some boring mediocre date with a guy you’d never see or hear from again anyway. Your back arched slightly, and you let off a whimpered voice, “I-I‘m gonna c—cum again, Toji.”

The musician smiles to himself with a hum, tutting once again with a snarky head shake as he’s buried deep in the hilt — cock slamming against your pussy. His pace was so frantic and erratic, hips bucking against you ultimately. “Aww but I don‘t know if pretty little sluts like you deserve to cum, and he tsks once he hears you whining how you were just on the edge for another powerful orgasm. “Use your words and beg for it, pretty. You can do that, can‘t you—?”

He was so smug, you could hear it in his voice but you were too fucked dumb to think, pouting while slightly licking your spit glossed lips. Toji chuckles at your lack of response, clicking his tongue in a playful erotic manner. “Heh, better beg or this filthy pussy won‘t get shit from me.”

Your moans were so sweet, filled with sweetener and such lewdness from the way the pink swollen tip of his phallic continually hit all the right spots of your chant as if it was some sort of target. It was as if Toji was playing archery or darts, but aiming his dick repeatedly against your needy, gripping pussy like it was the target. “Please please Toji,” was all you could stammer out and he‘s pounding his thick cock in and out of your sopping folds, watching you whine in the pillow you laid on. “Lemme cum please… please..”

Toji‘s still an utter tease even after the fact, dark green eyes staring down at you while smugly purring. “Ehhh, I‘m not convinced.”

“Please lemme… c—cum. Need ‘ta cum so bad. Please… please… please Toji…” You whimper in a tiny voice, vocal chords probably so whiney and hoarse from the constant pathetic babbles and cries.

He takes a long time to reply purposely with a cunning smirk. “Okay, go ahead ‘lil girl. Go ahead and cum.”

Your body arches at his husky cooing words extremely, and you glance at yourself in the mirror — seeing Toji stare at you too with such a sly condescending smirk. His thin dark eyebrows raises out of sheer amusement once you let out quite the emphatic loud orgasm that echoed against his big spacey dressing room. Your hands planted on the sofa from how good his fat cock was so deep and rough, stirring up your insides so good. “Toji . . Toji . . T—Toji . . fuck Toji . . ” You babbled over and over as if his dick had you in some sort of crazed haze. It stupefied you, making you continue to cry out your idol‘s name as if his name was the only word embedded in your vocabulary.

It was cute.

It was pathetic.

“F-Fuck,” Toji grunts abruptly with a slight off guard surprised gasp, “Screamin’ like that‘s gonna make me cum too, baby,” and he moans real high, almost strained as he has a firm grip on your plushy thighs. Toji’s head slightly goes back, he gnaws on his lip as well as his breath starts to hitch. “This pussy is just so good f’me. Taking me like a good fucking whore. So nasty. Only came here to support me with your pussy— you don‘t give a shit about my band do ya, sweetheart? All you care about is getting this sloppy wet cunt—” and he pauses, producing a low grunt from the way his hips smack against you. “ . . fucked by me. That right . . ? Bought tickets just to have me beat this slutty pussy up for you after my show?”

You nodded instantly, “Y-Yeah Toji,” and you moan from feeling his slender fingers graze against your waist. Your mind was so dizzy, legs felt like jello — and yet you didn‘t wanna stop at all. You nearly started tearing up from the pleasurable overstim as he‘s fucking you against the sofa— a good grip on your cute plaid skirt while he watches you drag a hand down towards your cunt with fat tears sticking in your pretty natural lashes. “Couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop throbbing when I saw you on s-stage. But I am a big fan though— I swear!”

Toji rolls his eyes with a chuckle — and he gets so hard from your cute tone. So desperate. “Sure thing, sweetheart. You‘re such a dirty girl,” and then he leans up close to where you can smell his intoxicating cologne musk once more. “Be a good dirty girl and take another thick load f’me,” and you feel his strong arms pull you into his chest, wrapping himself around you before he shoots miles of his seed up your sweet cunt — painting those sweet gummy insides of yours his color. He lets off a slightly vexed grunt, one arm slung around your waist and he leans in to moan against your ear — and he even starts to gasp. “Fuckkk. Take it baby. Take it. F-Fuck…”

You whine — feeling his hips still shake, and he’s sensitive yet he has one hand gripping on the fat of your ass. “Better keep all this shit inside, little girl. You‘ve been such a sweet thing, taking it all like . . that. Mmm. Such a good girl.”

He pants gruffly — being a witness to the white ring you coated around him adorably, and even now he’s still groaning from the mild sensitive overstim. He looked so sexy — laid back against you, you couldn’t help but bring him into a kiss, and you expected him to pull away, but he didn‘t. Toji kissed you back, his sultry lewd grunts slipping inside your mouth now, and you could taste how minty he was, before he grips the back of your neck — and it was a rough and salacious kiss, you’re moaning into his mouth and let off a tiny whimper once you feel his hand rub against your wet throbbing clit playfully.

Toji pulls away after a few minutes, and he’s breathing heavy — feeling his thin stripes of cum deep in your cute little womb. His cum was slim and stringy and he came a lot to where it was spilling out your little hole. “Fuck, little girl.” he says in a shaky breath, before sliding a hand down your back.

You let off a cute whine — staring up at him. “I- I don‘t know how I’m gonna be able to go to the gym with your cum all in me, Toji.”

He’s still panting before he softly chuckles once he starts to help pick and clean you up. Toji found it cute how you cling to him — tripping over your feet as you had his toned biceps to hold onto for support.

“You‘ll be fine,” he lowly rasps, and that’s when he makes you lay against the futon once more. “Hold on. I still didn’t give you my autograph, baby.”

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly— completely forgetting about that ordeal once Toji has you laid on the cushioned sofa, back slightly arching before you hear him shift movements a bit. The rockstar pulls out his sharpie, repeating the same sly method of having the sharpie cap near the side of his mouth— and he starts to sign on your right ass cheek with his last name in big cursive letters ‘T. Fushiguro,’ and he can‘t help but slyly smile— watching you just sit there, panting with your head resting against your arms.

“Good girl.” He grunts, before smacking your ass and you whine — some of it cutely starting to already smear from the recoil.

He watches you put your clothes back on, and it was adorable — your legs all wobbly before he pulls up his ripped jeans, putting a rough hand on the back of your neck, teasingly wrapping his fingers around it as he walked with you outside the dressing room. “Hope you enjoyed the show. Maybe I‘ll snag you some free tickets for you just so you can ah— wish me good luck before I perform next time,” and his voice is raspy as well as condescending while he walked you towards near the exit gate. Oh. Toji was definitely pussy whipped. “I‘ll be looking for you,” and he stares down at the pretty pink backstage lanyard thrown over your neck, reading the words of your name, loving how it always rolled of his tongue in that lewd, seductive way. “Y/n.”

“Okay,” You mumbled, before leaving he stops you — and holds your chin to stare up at him. His eyes were low, that familiar smug grin plastered on his face before you felt him grip your ass, not caring the two of you were in public. “Thank you for um . . giving me your autograph.”

“Anytime,” he flashes a sly grin, rubbing the pad of his thumb against your lip. As he stares down at you — his green eyes were so intimidating, you nearly started to throb again. “I hope now that we fucked you’ll play with yourself whenever you listen to my music, little girl.”

“Oh . . I will.” You suddenly blurted out — and it was embarrassing.

You ended up leaving finally, a cute little smile on your face once you walked towards your car, definitely listing that as the best concert you’ve ever been to. With your heels clanking across the brick floor outside — purse slung over your shoulder, you dragged your feet towards your car.

What you didn’t know though, was that throughout everything — either Toji forgot to hang up your phone or just chose not to on purpose because your poor tinder date was still on the phone. He figured you forgot to hang up so he just stayed on the other line. Big mistake. He heard everything. You were all deep in your thoughts — not a single care in the world . . but then you abruptly freeze once you heard sudden talking through the inside of your frilly pink purse.

“Uh?! What… the actual fuck… did I just listen to…..?!”

This man asked for uncrustables😭

KINKTOBER DAY FIFTEEN┊CUCKING. ken can get boring! use your older brother’s action figure to play your barbie’s new boyfriend. make sure ken has a front row seat, i hear he enjoys that kind of thing.

content: barbie!reader x action figure!toji, fem!reader, cucking, exhibitionism, anal, butt plug usage, reader isn’t aware they’re being watched, creampie, cowgirl, doggy, piv, toji is a little mean/condescending, reader is called sweetheart. word count: 2.3K

THIS BARBIE IS IN NEED OF SOMEONE NEW

and you see the perfect candidate oftentimes from across the hallway; buried underneath a mountain of dinosaur and mini car toys. rarely is he in any other spot, occasionally on the ground when the home is sorted through during spring cleaning.

you’re not exactly sure when it started, but you’ve grown infatuated with the old and rugged toy. from what you can remember, he used to be little jamie's favorite action figure, but jamie’s in college now and has no use for childhood memories when he’s focused on exams.

how unfortunate for him to be so lonely.

you don’t know his name or even his brand, but you often watch from your place in the dream house, eyes glossing over at the thought of his impressive back muscles and the outline of his cock between his baggy pants. 

you aren’t exactly interested in lying to yourself, knowing that when your sweet, loving ken makes love to you at night it’s not him that you see. you imagine someone a lot wider, thick and muscled in all the right places. if you squint hard enough you can imagine his blonde hair transforming into inky black, trace the line of his lip and hope it’s interrupted by a jagged scar.

it’s not enough, never will be, and you know that your lover is oblivious of the way you barely return his affections. see, your ken has been yours for years. he is still just as pretty as when you first met him, but your relationship was born out of circumstance more than anything. you were the only barbie, after all. it made sense for you to settle down with the only ken in the toy box.

so, you dealt with his suffocating goodness and agreed to a relationship that only left you feeling empty. it would be easier if he treated you poorly, but ken has never even sent a snippy comment your way. despite not wanting him, he surely wanted you. you were never concerned about that.

the routine was simple: everyday ken would be waiting for you at home—dinner already prepared so that you could relax in your large hot tub. it was the way things worked since you always had a long day of being an astronaut, doctor, lawyer, and politician. this time, however, he’s running late.

his crisp button up shirt flies in the ceiling fan wind as he makes his way to the dream house, flat feet padding into the ground as he holds on tight to his groceries.

ken lost track of time when grabbing what you needed for tonight's dinner, hurrying home so that you didn’t have to go hungry for much longer. would you be upset with him? would you finally tell him the words he’d been seeing in your eyes since you first met? i don’t love you.

no, ken was an optimist! he knew that you truly loved him despite his faults. all he had to do was keep trying to prove to you that—

“oh, fuck!”

he hears you before he sees you, footsteps faltering as he stumbles into the grass next to your shared home.

you had loved its more abstract design, happily moving into the large house with the pink plastic elevator (an expensive feature). the only downside? it didn’t have walls; a completely open exterior that normally wasn’t an issue since you two were the only dolls around. no one would ever see anything, ken thought.

he never could have guessed that he’d be on the receiving end. a voyeur of his own girlfriend and the way she’s bouncing on top of their couch, a whimpering mess as an unknown man pumps into her tight heat from below. ken can imagine how you feel now, your pretty nails digging into a black shirt as you beg for—

“more! please, toji, i need it!”

you yelp as a hand comes down on your ass, your body tensing at the sudden impact. his palm grips you tightly, smoothing over the skin as it deepens in color with his handprint.

“you’ll take what i give you,” he hisses, “keep fuckin’ yourself and maybe i’ll touch you all sweet-like.”

you feel your thighs ache with fatigue, letting your weight rest on his broad chest as you lift yourself up and down. despite the strength this man obviously has, he willfully watches you struggle to take him — his cock hitting your cervix with each wet smack down on his thick length.

you think he enjoys watching you squirm but he’s ignoring you, hard as a rock but not even responding to your efforts. you see his eyes flicker behind you and they fill with a chilling, dangerous gleam. “t-toji? is something wrong—?”

he grips your chin before you can turn around, suddenly more enthusiastic with his eyes piercing and hooded. your stomach fills with butterflies, tiny hints of anxiety taking over at the idea of disappointing him. “focus on me, darlin’. wouldn’t want you to lose that rhythm.” he lifts a brow, challenging you. “thought you barbies were supposed to be good at everything?”

your cheeks heat up, your grip on his shirt tightening. “i am good at everything, you prick—!”

“then show me, ‘cause you’re not impressing me with your little bunny hops.”

you let out a huff, leaning back so that your hands grip the tops of his thighs. you’re purposeful in the way you inch yourself back on his length, whimpering at the intrusion. once you’ve adjusted again, you lift yourself up and slam back down on him, a shuddered moan leaving your mouth and a large smirk appearing on his.

“there you are.” toji has to hold back from showing just how good you feel, how nicely you squeeze his cock. “being such a good little doll for me now. putting in some actual fuckin’ effort.”

his hand reaches up to stimulate your clit with his thumb, your breath catching as he rubs the sensitive bud. “gonna get me nice ‘n creamy with this cunt, aren’t ya? make it easy for me to fuck that perky ass of yours.”

he makes eye contact with your boyfriend when he says this, spreading your cheeks with his free hand to give him a flash of the pink plug resting in your hole. with the way ken sits there watching, not saying a word, toji can see why you’d rather fuck an old man like him instead.

you wince at the feeling of him gripping your still sore cheek, but the hurried flick of his thumb is enough to distract you from the ache (and the way his eyes aren’t fully focused on you anymore.)

“tell me, barbie. does your boyfriend make you feel this good? make you work for it like a good little doll?”

you shake your head, blurrily looking up at the ceiling. “n-no, he’s too g-gentle! i’m so sick o-of him!”

toji lets out a hum at the despair on your boyfriend’s face, relishes in the way his knees buckle. you don’t hear it, of course, too busy selfishly chasing your high to hear the cracking of a carton of eggs.

“i bet you think he’s worthless. a pet you have around just to keep you company. he’d never touch this, would he?” his finger pushes down slightly on your plug, and you jump at the sensation. your movements cause toji to bite his lip to suppress his moans, recovering only to hide it with a chuckle. “hmph, didn’t think so.”

your thighs burn more than they ever have but you cry out and sob as you feel yourself closing in on your high. you move faster, sloppier, high-pitch whines leaving your mouth as you focus on the drag of him inside of you.

unfortunately, there’s not enough time for you to relish this feeling. right when you are at the edge, barely keeping it together, toji grabs you by the hips and easily lifts you off of him, ceasing his movements against your clit.

“n-no! t-toji, please!”

"n-no t-toji, please, what?" he cruelly repeats, mocking you as you fall back on the couch. you gasp at the sheer strength he has, the way he easily flips you over and presses your face into the cushions. "calm down, ain’t goin’ anywhere. so fuckin’ desperate. i can tell that your boy toy isn’t fuckin’ you right.”

he grins as he says this, using two hands to grope the soft skin of your ass. without warning, toji starts to ease the pretty pink plug from your hole, letting it fall unceremoniously on the ground as lube sticks to your skin. he doesn’t manage to hold back his laugh as ken’s jaw drops at the size of it.

“s-stop laughing!” you whine, your hips pushing back in an attempt to feel something. anything.

you feel him pressing against you, grinding his cock between the folds of your pussy to collect your essence.

“when did i,” toji begins, voice low and threatening as he keeps both hands firmly on your hips, grinding against your clit to tease you just a little more, “give you the idea that you could tell me to do anything?”

your breath catches, fear and arousal meeting at the pit in your stomach. “y-you didn’t. i just really need you, toji. i-i’m sorry.”

he taps a finger on his chin in contemplation, glancing over to see ken still sitting there stiffly. toji lifts a brow at the sight of an obvious tent in his pants. interesting. “what do you think? should i give her what she wants?”

you pause from your position on the couch, having the first instinct to lift yourself up but fighting against it. toji was a bit odd, but you doubt that he’d be asking anyone other than you. he wouldn’t let anyone watch, would he?

you don’t have much time to think about it, because ken gives his answer in the form of a small nod, his hand moving to grip his cock through his pants.

“seems like it’s your lucky day, barbie. i’m gonna fuck this little ass ‘til you cry. might even put my tongue back in there if you ask nicely.”

“w-we can’t,” you hurry out, suddenly paranoid, “my boyfriend will be back soon!”

you imagine that toji doesn’t hear your pleas, the tip of his cock already prodding at your entrance. “don’t worry about him,” his voice deepens as he inches inside of you, “i’m sure the little pervert would enjoy the show.”

if toji were a lesser man, he could have thrusted inside you with reckless abandon. instead he’s surprisingly gentle, easing himself into your messily prepped hole with a low groan. he feels his back stiffen as you clench and shake beneath him.

you don’t resist like before, fingers gripping the couch in any way you can to gain purchase. toji is hot and all consuming, noticeably pulsing inside of your ruined hole. when he pulls back, you try your best to prepare for the slam of his hips against yours, but it’s not enough. you feel yourself shift on the couch as sweat and your juices drip between your thighs.

you can hear toji panting and grunting behind you, heavy balls slapping against your pussy as he loses himself in your virgin hole. “look at you, little doll! aren’t you pretty f’me. bet you’d let me do this every night just so i could see those tears.”

toji exhales gruffly, clenching his teeth as he continues pounding into you. he bottoms out with a sharp thrust, palm coming down on your ass cheek to watch it ripple. your sweet, sweet cries are music to his ears. he doubts you even know what you’re saying as you beg for more.

“don’t worry, heh, i’ll give you what you want.”

he leans down then, gripping your throat and lifting your head to focus on the man currently kneeling on the floor. your eyes widen as you go to speak, but toji hasn’t stopped his bruising pace, hips colliding against your ass in a loud symphony. it takes everything in you to fully focus.

“k-kento?”

“that his name?” he murmurs in your ear, “not very creative, is it?”

you try hard not to let your guilt show but it’s apparent. toji doesn’t seem phased, bringing you closer to your orgasm. “s-shit, t-toji!”

“show him what you actually look like when you cum, darlin’. he ain’t seeing it again once i’m gone.”

your boyfriend is covering a red face with the back of his hand, eyes focusing on the way toji fills your ass. your stomach tightens when you see a slight tremble of his body, an obvious wet patch blooming on his slacks.

it’s too much at once and you cum in a dizzy blur, moans spilling out of your mouth as you feel your arms give out beneath you. toji isn’t far behind. keeping you held up as you go limp in his arms.

“don’t you give up on me now. take every last drop. every fuckin’ drop.”

his cum spills inside of you in thick ropes, filling your ass to the brim as he rides out his orgasm. with each thrust you feel it dribble down to coat your pussy, sliding between your thighs. you feel yourself get dropped on the couch, a heavy sigh coming from behind you as toji rests on his haunches.

“you did alright, barbie. haven’t filled a pretty little thing like you in a while…”

your breaths are heavy, body sore and tired as you allow yourself to drift away. the last thing you hear before your eyes shut is the distinct sound of grocery bags being ruffled.

“say, ken,” toji inquires, “you bring back any uncrustables?”

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note: this is my first ever toji fic so hopefully it delivers! also, i mostly wrote this with my bby @kazushawty in mind. love you!!

TODOROSIE. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

Bodyguard 💋

Toji Fushiguro x Fem!reader | MDNI

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

Synopsis: You’re a famous model and Toji is your bodyguard who used to be a MMA Fighter.

Warnings: SMUTTY! Power imbalance (physically), power play, fingering, nipple play (reader has pierced nipples), usage of the word 'cunt', slight breeding?, no protection

Wc: 3,3k

Being a model was always stressful for you.

Since your first shoot as a teenager you never got to stay anywhere for a long time and the diets your personal trainer put you on were brutal. Now you’re 22, still young and still just as pretty as you were when you started in the industry.

"Y/n ’m not gonna say it again, put your damn phone away 'n answer me…" Your bodyguard Toji speaks with his arms crossed and a stern look on his face as he pushes the button to the elevator. His black shirt is hugging his muscles and the scar on his lips slightly shrinks because of the frown planted onto his lips.

"What?" You look up from your phone and walk inside the elevator once the door opens.

Toji follows you quickly and first presses one of the elevator button to close the doors and then the one to your penthouse.

"What do you mean 'What'?! Why’d you change my schedule without tellin' me? That was my shift tomorrow, I was assigned to you!"

It’s not easy for Toji to not raise his voice at you, but the thought of you going anywhere alone was ridiculous to him. He’s clearly aware of the fact that you’re somewhat of an authoritative person to him, but he’s not fully willing to accept that yet.

"I wanted Kento for tomorrow…" You shrug.

"Nanami?!" He looks stunned at you, not understanding how you could replace him with someone he thought was the most bland and stuck up guy he ever met.

"Yes, it’s just for one day. You work too much overtime anyways." The bell chimes to signal the elevator has arrived and the doors of the elevator open wide. You and Toji both walk out, heading to your door when suddenly he slightly pulls you back by your upper arm.

"Why would you give my shift to Nanami? I never said I wanted to work less." Toji's voice is calm but very strict. He’s looking directly into your eyes, making sure you understand that he’s genuinely upset about this.

"I have a red carpet event tomorrow..." You’re not intimidated by Toji, you’d never be but you don’t like when he’s grabbing you like that. It’s just reminding you of the fact that he’s much stronger compared to you. You know he used to be a professional MMA fighter and you enjoy asking him questions about his former occupation but having him display his power over you is probably what you disliked the most.

"So? I don’t mind goin' to a red carpet with you." Toji genuinely looks confused by now.

"It’s not one of those events. I want Kento to go with me cause he’s a bit more suitable, that’s it."

You don’t care that your response sounded slightly dismissive since you were never scared to challenge Toji anyways.

He lets out an offended scoff at your comment.

"You think he’s more suitable than me? What’s that supposed to mean? I ain’t good enough to do my own goddamn job no more just cause I don’t got a stick up my ass, is that what you’re implying?!" He crosses his arms again, giving you another small glare.

"That’s not what I’m saying Toji, but this is a really big event and you don’t even wear suits…"

Your voice is slightly quieter than before, you still know there’s nothing to be scared of cause Toji would never do anything to you, but you don’t appreciate his sudden change in tone.

"Oh yeah? What do you think I am, some caveman? I can put on a suit and wear a tie if that’s what you want!" Obviously Toji noticed your reaction to him raising his voice a bit, so he quickly makes sure to be more soft spoken with you. His grip around your upper arm loosens and wanders up to your shoulder where his hand rests while his thumb slowly rubs your soft skin.

"You wanna tell me you’ll slick your hair back, wear a tie and let my make up team cover your scar?" You ask skeptically as you get the key to your door and unlock it.

"My scar?" Toji ask’s flabbergasted.

You nod as you walk inside and let him follow you in.

"What’s wrong with my scar?"

It’s not like he was ever insecure about any scars on his body, not even the one on his face but you implying he needed to cover it to be suitable didn’t sit right with him.

"Nothings wrong with it…"

You take off your jacket and throw it on the coat hanger next to the door, leaving you in your tight fitting top.

"I just don’t want them to think anything."

You say before taking your heels off ass well.

Toji would like to protest against your suggestion but he can't help but admire your figure for a moment, his eyes quickly trailing over your body, pausing briefly at your pierced nipples poking through your top before returning to your face.

"'m not trying to argue with you y/n."

He lets out a deep sigh.

"We’re not arguing Toji, I’m just asking you if you’re willing to do what I ask you for. I can always ask Kento." You say.

Despite the fact that you weren’t born rich and you like to believe that you’re quite humble you still show a bit of attitude sometimes.

Toji can do nothing but raise an eyebrow at you.

"Alright, I’ll cover my scar as well…"

He gives in.

"Good, you can go ahead and finish work for today then." A tired yawn slips of your lips.

"You just got home and you’re already trying to kick me out before I even get the chance to make sure you eat?" Toji lets out an amused snort at your comment.

"It’s not your job to watch me eat.."

At this point you’re just tired and ready to take a shower and go to bed.

"My job is looking out for you, no matter where. And when I think of the bullshit your personal trainer is puttin' you on, I think it’s better to keep an eye on your diet."

Toji chuckles.

"You don’t know anything about diets Toji…"

It’s not like you’re trying to provoke him on purpose, but it’s not just him that had a long day. You never liked explaining yourself or justifying your actions, unfortunately with Toji by your side that’s something you have to do a lot.

"I don’t know anything about diets? Sweetheart I had to maintain my body mass for years straight back when I was fighting, I think I know a lot more about dieting and nutrition than you do. So do me a favor and go eat something, yeah?" He gives you a slight pat on your lower back as you sigh and make your way over to the kitchen, thinking that giving in might be the only way he’s going to stop bothering you.

"You wanna eat something too?"

You ask Toji when opening your fridge.

You can hear him humming deeply before also walking into the kitchen and standing right behind you.

"No thank you… "

Both of his hands make their way to your shoulder before slowly dragging his warm palms down your skin. He’s gently rubbing over your upper arms while you look at the mostly old things in your half empty fridge. You really should’ve thought of sending someone grocery shopping for this week.

"You’re really cold doll…" Toji says, not happy about the observation he just made.

"I don’t feel cold." You shrug.

"Are you sure?" His hands travel to your ribs.

"Mhm.." you hum as you go reach for the bowl with the leftover fruit salad from the night before.

"What’s that? Don’t you want a sandwich or something?" He looks at the bowl skeptically.

"I don’t even have bread here Toji."

Your eyes roll yet again almost automatically.

"And thats the best you could find?"

He lifts you up and sits you down right on the kitchen island before getting a fork and handing it to you.

"I’ll leave once you’re finished."

He says as he leans against the sink across from you.

"You don’t have to." You mumble while carefully picking all the strawberries in bowl first since they were your favorite.

"I don’t have to? Five minutes ago you were practically beggin' for me to go home."

He snorts and looks at you with a small smirk.

"I was just mad cause you were pissing me off.."

You continue eating. You usually never minded any of your bodyguards being around you but Toji had a tendency of getting on your nerves.

It always seemed like he couldn’t accept that he won’t be able to always be in control.

"I was huh?" He chuckles. "Let’s hope you’ll still be able to sleep tonight." He says sarcastically.

His hand gently brushes some of your hair out off your face before gently grabbing your jaw and rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

Your eyes naturally look directly back at him, hesitating before removing his hand from your face, making him chuckle.

"I’ll be fine, let’s hope you don’t lose your job though." You answer just as snarky as he did.

"Is that a threat?" His smirk widens and his eyebrow rises quickly.

"You like testing me, don’t you?"

Toji leans in just slightly, his voice a low and steady.

Your breath hitches just for a second, but you quickly recover, poking him in his stomach with your right index finger.

Toji gently removes your hand from his stomach and laughs as he places it in the middle of his chest, putting his hand right over it to secure it.

"You think way too highly of yourself."

You shake your head in disbelief with a light smile on your lips, trying to pull your hand back to reach for the fork but Toji's grip is too tight.

Your heart skips a beat as his hand holds yours in place, but you keep your expression neutral, refusing to let him see the effect it’s having on you.

"Y’know what, maybe you should go home now."

You chuckle.

"'s too late for that now brat. You know what’s comin' now."

Toji’s eyes linger over your figure, a sly grin spreading across his face as he chuckles again.

"Nuh-uh.." you shake your head, trying to push him back with the hand that’s resting on his chest as he uses the hand that isn’t holding yours in place to wrap it around your waist.

He slips a finger between the soft fabric of your top and your warm skin, making your top lift slightly.

"What’s wrong princess? You don’t wanna play anymore?" He challenges you, letting go of your hand to wrap his other hand around your waist as well.

"You didn’t think all that teasing wouldn’t do anythin' to me now did you?"

He continues lifting your shirt, leaving you too stunned to speak. The palms of your hands are getting warmer and warmer and despite only you noticing it, you’re heart beat is starting to get faster as well.

Your breath stops for a second when he pulls your top right over your head and leaves you topless. Toji couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your pierced nipples hardening once they were exposed to the cold air.

"That’s a pretty girl."

He grins. As a model getting called pretty is like calling a bodybuilder strong or a scientist smart. It’s something that occurs often and usually it’s what people tell you when they first meet you, yet it feels like a genuine compliment coming from Toji. You can’t help but stare directly in his face, still silenced by his sudden actions.

Once realization hits you, you try to cover you chest but Toji quickly puts your arms back down.

"You don’t wanna let me see you?" He says in an almost mocking tone, slightly pouting with the same look on his face that he uses to make fun of you when you’re mad at him.

"C’mon princess, use your big girl words. I know you can… where’d that smart mouth go huh?"

His hands rest on your thighs, slowly making their way to the hem of your mini skirt.

"Toji…" Is all you manage to say in a quiet unsure tone before wrapping your arms around his neck.

You’d be lying if you said that Toji and you weren’t always dancing around that fine line of work and personal relationship, but despite some wandering hands here and there or a few flirty remarks on the side you never thought he’d take it this far.

It was easy to tell that you were attracted to Toji to say the least, but you still told everyone including your manager that you had no interest in him whatsoever.

Toji softly kisses your forehead as he spreads your legs further apart and lifts your skirt.

He smiles warmly at you as he traces around the hem of your panties before pushing the fabric to the side and gently rubbing his warm thumb against your clit.

Your body instantly reacts by flinching at the intense feeling, making Toji chuckle.

"It’s okay sweetheart, relax." He whispers, moving the other hand up to your still hardened nipples before tugging one.

His other hand keeps moving his thumb against your now swollen clit, making you grip harder into his shoulder.

As your core slowly begins to get wet he uses his index and middle finger to press against your entrance, leaving you gasping once he enters you.

"Atta girl." He looks proudly at you.

You use both of your hands to support your weight by leaning onto your palms and tilting your head back.

Toji slowly begins kissing your neck with both of his fingers still pushed deep into your cunt and his other hand toying with your nipple.

He trails his kisses further down to your chest before latching onto the other one, gently wrapping his tongue around it.

You can’t help but want more, you just need to feel more of him. You unconsciously start moving your hips more towards his hand in hopes of getting to feel more of his fingers but Toji quickly catches on to that.

He lightly catches your nipple between his teeth, making you stop your movements as he gives it a last rub with the tip of his tongue before letting go of it.

You whine when he stops, clearly not happy about his sudden halt.

"You want more princess?"

He grins, feeling you suck his fingers greedily deeper into you.

You nod at his question, sitting up straight to look at him and rub against the bulge in his pants.

"Say it.." He looks at you with a dead serious face.

"Huh?" You look confused back at him.

"If you want it so bad, then say it. Say that you want my dick, right here and right now."

He smirks.

"I’m not saying that." You refuse to participate in his power play, clearly just a weak attempt at an ego boost.

"Fine, as you wish." He shrugs before pulling both of his fingers out of you.

You gasp slightly at the sudden feeling of emptiness, still clenching around nothing.

"Noo, Toji!"

You’re surprised by how whiny your voice just got, but even more bothered at the stunt he just pulled.

"C’mon y/n 'm not stupid… you’re drippin' wet and you’re sitting here with your nipples all puffy, yet you’re somehow too prideful to admit that you want me? Just say the word and I’ll make you feel good."

He laughs, amused by your stubbornness.

"Fine goddamn! I want you Toji, I need you.. please…" you pout, immediately feeling shame all over your body…

"That’s all I wanted to hear sweetheart."

Toji's smirk widens.

"But I need you to get off there, alright?"

He chuckles as you take his hand and hop off the kitchen island, not sure where this is going yet. Toji doesn’t hesitate and pulls your panties down to your knees, leaving you just in your skirt. He stands right behind you and kisses your bare shoulder, making sure you’re not uncomfortable by tracing over your waist.

"Stop teasing me Toji…"

You complain frustratedly.

"Alright sweet cheeks, bend over then."

You immediately do as he says, leaning your upper body over the island and feeling one of his hands trails from your leg up to your ass.

You can quietly hear the buckle of his belt opening before he opens the zipper of his pants.

His other hand grips around your waist and you hear a small groan coming from Toji.

The side of your face, and your tits are pressed against the cool marble of the island and your back is slightly arched when you feel a tiny kiss being pressed on your shoulder.

"Let me know when it’s too much okay?"

Toji whispers in your year.

You nod quickly, not wanting to wait anymore when there’s suddenly a hand pushes one of your legs further apart.

It doesn’t take long until you feel his tip splitting your folds and rubbing against your clit, just like his thumb did earlier.

Toji takes a moment before starting to use a little bit of pressure to push into you.

He smirks smugly at the desperate sounds you’re making, trying to take his full length on the first try.

"Woah woah, calm down."

He pulls out again, before doing same thing all over again.

You try to relax as much as you can, feeling his hand rub over your back.

"That’s it princess, let me in. You’ve almost done it." He says before pushing much further this time. You bite your lip, holding any sounds back from slipping through your teeth.

"That’s a good girl, there we go."

Toji's voice is much gentler than before.

He hums with every thrust, feeling your warm walls suck him in.

Your eyes begin to water at the intensity of pain and pleasure mixing and your entire body starts getting warmer. Toji’s hand trails from your back up to your head and grabs the back of your head by your hair as he begins moving smother and faster.

You’ve never been this filled before and something in your body is telling you that you won’t be able to be that filled for much longer either. It’s not until you feel Toji’s other hand playing with your clit that you actually have to moan out loud. You try everything you can to hold back but it’s impossible.

With his full length inside you, the feeling of his fingers on you’re by now fully sensitive clit and your nipples rubbing themselves sore and perky against the stone of your kitchen island you just can’t keep it in anymore.

Toji immediately knows you’re climaxing by your cramping legs and tightening hole.

"Why didn’t you say you were close?"

He looks amused at you.

"I’m sorry…" you try to catch your breath.

"Oh no you’re good doll, don’t worry."

He still hasn’t stopped moving his full length in and out of you.

"You think you can spread your legs further one more time?" He asks you gently.

You nod, doing as he says.

Toji doesn’t hesitate and makes you suck him in a few more times before you hear him groan once more.

"Mhmmm, I knew you could do it."

He speaks and you feel him release himself deep inside you.

"I knew you were my good girl"

Can’t believe it’s been over a year omfg, I wanna start posting more especially since I have so many drafts, but I just can’t seem to finish them. :/ feel free to send requests, maybe it’ll help me get over my writers block and actually motivate me. Ly and don’t forget to reblog! 💕

toxic baby daddy! toji x reader headcanon

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- you meet him through a friend of a friend. Your bestfriend Moonie insisting that you need to find someone! Although you had no issue in the looks department by any means. Men that tended to try and get your attention were just..meh. You knew what you wanted in a man and none of them could provide you with that.

- well, until you met him of course. you remember clear as day. Sitting in a very expensive restaurant where you were told to meet him at. Glancing around you expected a middle aged man to be your date. Probably expecting you to open your legs just because of where he planned to dine you. hah…

- and then he walked in , tall. 6’1 to be more precise. green eyes bore into yours as soon as he walked in. a scar decorated the corner of his right lip. and god was he muscular…so muscular. your legs might have squeezed shut instinctively

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- if there was video recording of your face the entire night you might as well have the ground open up and swallow you hole. hearts practically taking your pupils face. you learned so much in such little time. his grin was surreal, the way the veins in his hands popped out whenever he grabbed hold of his steak knife to cut into his food.

- “So tell me a little bit about yourself sweetheart, I love hearing a pretty woman talk”

- safe to say you were a goner pretty quickly.

- and the feelings were mutual between you and him. you had him with your heel in his chest from the get go.

- long story short, you ended up dating not too long after. you learned about his ex wife who tragically passed away. you learned that he had a son named Megumi who was just shy of 3 when you met him, you learned Toji was a very wealthy business owner. Casinos and Clubs all across the country.

- He was older than you, but that didn’t bother you one bit.

- you ended up getting pregnant after two years of dating.

- splitting up wasn’t on your bucket list. But a few months after your daughter turned 3 months you had found some pictures hidden in Tojis wallet as you were grabbing his card to pay for family’s take-out dinner. His ex girlfriends face decorating each and every one of them, and her tits staring right back at you.

- a huge argument ensued. “Tch…come on baby. ‘Yer overreacting over something that doesn’t need it…” as soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them. your tear stained face was something he will never forget. Your beautiful smile replaced by something close to betrayal. To be honest Toji didn’t know how he would have reacted if the situation was flipped. He knew he fucked up. He just didn’t really know how to say sorry.

- he did feel bad. All they were, were just some silly Polaroids he meant to throw away after finding them in some old box in the garage.

- sure she was naked but it’s not like they turned him on. gross. only you did that to him.

- all night he tried, to no avail.

- “So you’re just not gonna eat because ‘yer mad at me? Don’t be ridiculous doll face” He scoffed a laugh and shook his head.

- “Hmm, fine then. I guess Rin and I will just eat alllll those stupid little candy snacks you like so much”

- “Ya think these cookies are expired? Wouldn’t want your man to die now do ya baby?”

- “go to hell Toji” you had slammed the door right in his face. you didn’t know what had hurt more. the intimacy of them or the way you had pushed out a 7 lb baby out of your vagina 3 months prior and were a wreck emotionally. your body and mind adjusting to having a tiny baby to look after. as well as a energetic 5 year old.

- he lets you go. because he doesn’t want you to be unhappy. even if it eats him up when you tell people you’re single.

- Or when you post your little thirst traps on Instagram (they’re just pictures or videos you post of yourself but Toji begs to fucking differ; you’re beautiful. they’re all thirst traps to him. he knows how men think)

- really you should have known better given his reputation of being a little bit of a player. but your heart outweighed the negative. oh well.

- you live and you learn…right?

- wrong.

- because even 2 years later you still let him fuck you. I mean who wouldn’t? He laid it down on you and you needed your fix even as a single mother. Who better to get it from than your asshole baby daddy?

- he doesn’t fuck anyone but you, states “ best pussy I’ve ever had. Why would I need someone else? Tch…silly girl”

- “fuck yeah…take me baby…heh…You like that? Hmm? Look at yourself in the fucking mirror and tell daddy how much you love his cock stretching out this tiny pussy sweetheart” fuck him and his big add hands holding your hips as he plows you from behind. unforgiving pace as he reminds you who you’re always going to belong to.

- still provides for you although you’re not together. Not only because he’s still batshit crazy about you and in love with you. You’re the mother of his child. Kids if we’re being real. Megumi loves you to death and you love him. He would never take that away from the both of you, which is why every month without fail an additional 300k is wired directly to your bank account. which is just spending money for you because he takes care of everything anyways… ‘the least he could do’ you have to mumble to yourself when the guilt eats you up of the outrageous amount of money he spends on you.

- Not that he would miss it anyways.

- generous and gorgeous

- is a DILF personified.

- watching him pick up your tiny daughter and press smooches all over her chubby cheeks when he comes to pick her up sends you into a spiral

- thoughts of giving him another one enter your mind for a sec…

- before you damn near concussed yourself from how hard you slapped your cheek to get rid of them.

- stays the night at your house often (when he feels like it) “You don’t want the kids to miss their daddy do you?” He throws you a stupid lazy grin.

- Which leads to nasty dirty fucking whenever the kids are tucked in their respected rooms and asleep.

- the next morning you find yourself in a situation when you’re date knocks on your door arriving just as planned to take you out for breakfast.

- A bouquet of flowers in your dates hands a smile graces his lips.

- When the door swung open and he was greeted with a bare chested irritated Toji. It quickly disappeared. Sweats hung low on his hips and his hair messy from last night’s activities. He fucked you so good you forgot how to walk.

- Toji blinked at the man standing in front of him. Of course Toji always made himself at home in your house. Not because he paid for it, but because if anything in his eyes you were still his. “You got lost on the way to jackass city or something? You know what time it is?” Toji grimaced in annoyance. Yawning lazily and scratching his bare chest. A lighter and a pack of cigarettess held in one hand.

- “Um..” your date watches as Toji smacks the red pack against his palm before taking one out and placing it in between his lips. Hands flickering the lighter as he heats up the end of his cigarette and take a drag. Toji’s green eyes locking into his.

- He figured out what the fuck was going on and he didn’t like it one bit. “You walk up these steps, ringing and knocking on the damn door while my kids and my woman are tryna sleep…” Toji blows the smoke in the poor guys face and flicks the ashes into the floor. A grin permanently on his face before he continues. Muscles flexing as his jaw clenches.

- “You must’ve lost ‘yer damn mind kid”

- Putting out the cigarette on an ashtray outside that’s sole purpose was just for Toji’s use. The door closes in your ex- dates face.

- Safe to say you don’t even remember you had a date and didn’t need a reminder when your date blocks you off his phone and deletes your number.

- toxic baby daddy! Toji who curses at himself and keeps himself up at night when he thinks about how badly he fucked it up with you. because throughout everything he still loves the hell out of you. you’re perfect in his eyes.

- and he’s determined to get you back.

A/n About mha but there's so many jjk characters I feel like would do this :3 so sorry for any errors.

Thinking about having a Pro-hero boyfriend that everyone loves, they adore him, he's just so sweet and kind yk?, literally would do anything to protect the civilians, helping people and saving them from villains. Practically risking his life every single day for others with a smile plastered on his face. Everyone looks at him with pure adoration and honor.

But behind closed doors when he's with you, he's not so nice and sweet when he has your body folded in a mating press, heavy balls slapping against your asshole as he's stabbing his cock into you in a reckless pace that has your cunt gushing and creaming all over his length, he makes sure that he's balls deep buried into your cunt to the hilt with every hard thrust. Every. Single. Time, when he's frustrated because of work, whether it's because a villain got away or he didn't get to save a civilian, he takes it all out on your poor cunt as soon he gets home, he doesn't waste a second. He doesn't even bother getting his hero costume completely off before he's rutting his hard cock into your tight hole, splitting it in two around him while he's stretching you apart.

He thrusts himself so fucking hard into you that he might almost break you one day because of how reckless he is with your poor little body, training and working out is a serious thing for him so him being so fucking bigger and stronger than you, even than a normal man is no surprise, matter a fact he practically has the body of a fucking Greek God so manhandling you into whatever fucking position he felt like bullying his cock into you in and fucking you stupid in, wasn’t that difficult for him at all.

He loves having his way with you, it's almost sadistic how he laughs and mocks you every time he has you blabbering a bunch of nonsense on his thick cock with fat tears leaking out your eyes, big strong arms flexing against you, displaying his ripped muscles while he's holding your body effortlessly as he's fucking you in full nelson, your pathetic little babbles and moans filling his ears as he's licking your tears away. Hell, he'd even have you screaming his Hero name while he has your filthy cunt making a mess all over his cock.

And Oh there's no words to describe how much he loves making you nervous and teasing you whether it's circling his thumb over your asshole, and poking it ever so slightly so he can hear the shifting of your moans, making you overthink that he's going to force his thumb inside of you, then he just chuckles and moves his thumb towards your clit to rub sloppy circles on the sensitive bud. Or whispering a bunch of nasty shit to your ear while he's ruining you because he knows how much that shit drives you crazy.

"Fucking hell I'm gonna ruin you, gonna reshape this cunt to the size of my cock so it could be perfect just for me, you get that? You belong to me".

"Such a good little cumslut f'me aren't ya baby? so fucking warm and tight for my cock".

"Fuckkk princess no one can fucking ruin this cunt like I can, your daddy's one of the best fucking heroes, only I can fuck you this good and stupid, yeah?"

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𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 | toji fushiguro.

SUMMARY: toji catfishes his pretty little ex-girlfriend on tinder because he’s bored. the sheer thought of you being with another man makes him giggle.

CONTENT: f! reader, dilf ex!bf toji, he’s possessive n clingy, pwp, toji’s puthy whipped, dumbification, praising, degradation, oral, tummy bulge, implied multiple rounds, brat taming, hate sêx kinda, the headboard breaks LOL, (names: little girl, baby, princess, sweetheart) wk — 4.7k

NOTE: i was in a toxic mood💔i swear i listened to let me love u by ariana one time and my puthy wrote the whole thing sry

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You had just started to date again, and you were feeling yourself admirably as you should. It was a Friday night and you happened to match with a cute guy that was your type. He was really flirtatious and said all the right things for you to wanna go with him that said night. You were draped in a cute sheath black dress, not too fancy but it was easy on the eyes to show off your curves and your appealing physique. To go with it you wore stockings along with matching black stilettos that clanked as you got out your car to meet up with your date. So imagine your surprise to see your ex-boyfriend, Toji Fushiguro in only black sweats and that all too familiar smug grin on him — dark green eyes slowly trailing down your body, primitively undressing your clothes.

“I- You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you huffed, knowing damn well it was almost too good to be true. The person you’ve been talking to for almost two weeks was your ex, this entire time? Toji’s tall figure stares at you, and he looks amused, almost laughing compared to your maddened state. “You think this is funny or something, Toji? We broke up a year ago.”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, I know,” he shrugs, dark black hair slightly damp and messy. And he smelled so good too. You hated how even dressed down he’d always look good regardless. “But I miss my pretty girl. And I know you miss me too. You’re still not over me, I see. It’s pretty easy to tell, ya know?”

You finally manage to make eye contact with him, and his face is purely stoic, emotionless but it’s an almost condescending smirk spreading on his lips. He just can’t keep his eyes off you. You gave him an irritated sigh, disregarding his comment. “What— do you want, Toji?”

“Y/N, baby, don’t be stupid,” he strolls a lot closer towards you with his hands buried in his pockets, yet teasingly lowers his head down to reach your height, gawking at you with a menacing smirk. “You know what I want. I want you, little girl.”

Your face gets hot, smelling the rich faint tang of liquor on his breath. You couldn’t lie, ever since you cut Toji off due to your busy life and work, you almost forgot about him. Almost. Yet of course he shows up when you want to start dating again.

“…I’m taken,” You abruptly jabber out, and you don’t know why you did, but Toji dumbly stares at you, raising an eyebrow as if you were actually serious. “Yeah… I’m taken and we’re thinking of starting a family too.”

“Liar,” he snickers, eyes flickering towards your sheeny glossed lips. “You’ve always hated kids.”

You glared at him, of course he’d say that.

Though you did have to use the bathroom, so he let you walk up into his well kept condo. That was your big mistake though. You should have just took off and left like a good girl. But you didn’t.

And Toji was ultimately more than happy with you in his presence. After all, he did miss you. His baby.

Once you finished in his bathroom, you fixed up your hair a little along with your mascara and scrolled through your phone while starting to walking out. You mumbled under your breath, not believing how unhinged this entire situation was. Rummaging through tinder, you forgot you had another date prior to today — and the both of you also planned to meet up near a club. You mentally cursed yourself out, thinking you were just gonna leave Toji’s place and just go with him instead, but Toji barges into the bathroom and snatches your phone away with a low chuckle.

“What the fuck?” You retorted, trying to reach and grab it but he’s too damn tall, holding it high up with an uncaring expression. “Give it back, Toji.”

“Nah,” is all he says, and he’s scrolling through your phone, walking out the door. You follow him, trying to grab it but it's to avail. “Hm. He’s got no game. Clearly a virgin. Dunno what you see in him,” and he's zooming into your screen, tiling his head before lowly laughing. “Ew. The fuck is that thing? Pft. Please don’t tell me that made you wet.”

You stare at the explicit picture of the guy you were texting as he shoved your phone in your face, and you immediately snatched it — and you were about to smack him. “Jerk.”

Toji grabs your arm with quick reflexes, staring at your small wrist and then back at you. “Aww. Still with that bratty ass tongue too, huh?” and your heart starts to beat, along with between your legs. Were you really getting aroused? Now? With your ex of all people? You watch him make you walk backwards until your back taps against his smooth, transverse wall. “Oh, I think I see the issue, baby. The dick you must been getting lately must be horrible. Poor thing. I always knew how to shut that mouth up real quick.”

“..I'll smack you again.” You shot back, and he had his hand holding both your hands over your head. Oh, you were fucked. In such a submissive position, hands held up and in his grip an haughty amused smile curves on his lips.

“Yeah? Try it, girl.”

His voice is low and raspy, and Toji leans in to your lips, nearly letting off a grunt from your sweet fragrance he knew all too well. It’s intoxicating, and he brings a hand up to your face, swiping a thumb against your glossed lips. “Right. What I thought,” and he pauses to look down at you while chuckling, “You’re fucking soaked aren't”you? Dripping down those slutty stockings huh?” and he slides a hand down your body — and you let him, almost letting out a moan from his familiar soft touch. He leans into your ear, deep voice subduing with each word. “Aw. Let me find out you put all this shit on for me.”

“O-Of I didn’t...” You started to pant, and he had you stuttering now. Toji hums to himself, lifting up your dress. He’s so handsy, raising his hands up real slow on your body to get a good feel, and it’s seductively nice and slow. He missed your pretty physique, the places where you felt most self conscious, and that sweet little voice that’d always whine his name on loop when he’s inches deep inside your needy cunt.

Toji swiftly swipes a tongue over his bottom lip near his slanted scar staring at you hungrily before grazing a hand up to your throat, softly brushing his fingers against the diamond necklace you wore gently. “Tell me you want me.”

You almost moaned, feeling him pressed up against your body — face radiating with pure heat. He’s so close, all the memories of whenever you two were intimate came flashing back. The sex with Toji was always good. Phenomenal even. He knew how to fuck you better than any man ever could, fuck the pure brat out of you too. You and him both knew that. It wasn’t rocket science.

“I—” You muttered, mind so conflicted. Toji leans into your neck, softly planting kisses on the spot where you’re most tender and you whimper.

“Hmm? Words, Y/N,” he breathes directly next to your neck, softly sliding his tongue across your skin. He’s teasing you so bad, and you feel your pussy start to twitch from his sheer dominance. His cologne scent is so strong — completely filling up your sinuses. Toji’s staring down at you with a stoic expression, bringing his lips up to your chin now to gingerly nip on it. “Use them. You know how to speak to me. I taught my baby well, did I not?”

You let out a soft moan, feeling him gently lower his head towards your chest, kissing all around it before you finally gave in — not even caring anymore, “I- I fucking want you Toji. Please.”

“There she is,” he slyly smiles, dark viridescent eyes looking up at you. His voice gets real low every time he spoke, standing up straight before lowering his lashes at you. “There’s my girl.”

Your heart along with your pussy flutters from his words extremely, it’s pathetic. The little devil on your shoulder was screaming profusely at you, telling you to just leave, go hook up with someone else, or just go back home and sleep. But you wanted to. Your body told you something else, that you wanted Toji. He’s got an eyebrow slightly raised at you once you’re staring at him before you grab him into a deep kiss, pulling his neck down to reach your height. He instinctively picks you up with a chuckle and you moan into his mouth sliding a hand down his toned chest and feeling the cold jewelry he wore slung around his neck. You tasted the sweet liquor on his tongue, yanking on his black jacket he wore as he led you to his bed. The bed you used to sleep with in with him all the time. The bed you used to always have countless orgasms in. The bed you two would sometimes cuddle in and talk about random things at three in the morning.

Toji’s sloppily kissing you, occasionally softly nipping on your bottom lip before he sits down on the plump bed, while pulling away from you. “Get on your knees for me.”

It was as if your body knew what to do right away, all he had to do was order you to do a simple thing and you’d do it. Toji’s always loved how submissive you were for him — regardless of your bratty side he wasn’t too fond of. Out of courtesy though, he gives you a fat pillow to rest your knees on. That was odd. He’s never been that nice to you before whenever you gave him top. Then again, you shrugged it off, eager to sink his hefty shaft down your throat.

“Don‘t gotta tell you anything else,” Toji grunts, staring down at you with low faded eyes. “Y‘know what to do, Princess.” Your heart raced once he called you that. Princess. Though, you were still pretty pissed at him for all things considering. You didn’t forget that your ex-boyfriend literally catfished you. He was blocked on all socials so he probably figured that was his best way to reach you since he couldn’t call. You never did understand why he was so infatuated with you. After the break up, Toji tried to get over you but nothing worked. Sometimes he’d moan out your name in bed with other women and that was obviously... well, a big turn off. Of course, he’d never share that with you though. That would hurt his big ego for sure.

“Asshole.” You mumbled under your breath, and he gently yanks your head up, making you look dead at him.

“Yeah yeah, call me that that after you’re done choking on my dick, whore.”

You give him a glare — which he of course would find it cute, and you start untying his sweats before quickly staring at his black and grey briefs. His bulge was big, and your small hands impatiently sprung out his thick cock that you were all too familiar with. It looked like it was just begging to be sucked. It’s pretty pre-cum leaking from the sides, and Toji grunts, watching you give him soft kitten licks near the sides of his veiny cock before taking him all the way in.

You wrap your dominant hand around his base, making your mouth slightly agape to fit his length slightly and you hum, making him feel the little tingly vibrations as you sank down his length. Toji sits up straight, digging slender fingers to firmly grip onto your scalp and grip near the back of your head as you look up at him from time to time. He groans lowly, nostrils flaring while keeping his dark eyes on you.

“Mmm good….. girl,” he sharply inhales, and your head’s positively bobbing now. His cock’s twitching inside your throat, watching you manipulate your hand to follow your mouth’s movements and it’s not long before his eyes nearly roll back from how sloppy you were. “F-Fuck. Almost forgot how good you always suck me off…. Shit…..."

Your technique’s sexy and precise, natural long lashes flutter each moment you blink, and you’re so messy too — coating his shaft with your sleek spit.

“Damn…. little girl," he hisses hoarsely, his head nearly going back. “Like that. Fucking choke on it baby,” Toji eggs you on, softly thrusting into your mouth sexily. You start to gag, digging prying your nails into his tense thighs. He’s nearly losing himself, loving the way you’re making lewd wet noises, tight throat taking him in and out willingly. Toji looks at you, watching strings of spit run down your mouth while your eyes widen then lower. You hum — jaw starting to ache and lock just a tiny bit over his tip while spotting your mascara start to race down your cheeks the tears going down your face.

“So damn pretty,” he’d purr in a almost shaky voice, and as you kept taking him in your mouth you felt Toji swipe some of your mascara tears but you slap his hand away, still feeling him reach the back of your throat. Toji lets off a laugh. “Brat.”

You moan on his cock, reaching frigid fingers down to play with yourself — slightly tilting your head upwards as he’s groaning from your sloppy mouth. “Mmm a little wider baby. Good girl, use your fuckin’ jaw and get nice and sloppy for me,” he instructs, and you listen, gawking him down. He probably said that just to hear you gag more. Toji huffs, grinding his hips against your mouth a little to where you’re holding onto his thighs. “Fuck, I'm close…. Gonna fucking shoot a load down this pretty tight throat.”

Toji groans, a good grip on your head before he’s in a plateau — mind completely empty as you’re giving him such immaculate brain.

“Be a good girl and enjoy the fucking meal Y/N,” he pants, and you watch him whip out his phone. His muscles tightens as your eyelids are so low and heavy, taking in his fat cock stuffed down your throat. Toji lets out a final moan, shockwaves pulsing and tearing through his veins. His nod judders from your mouth, and he gives you an awkward pat — still letting off low moans before he grips your mouth a little while you look up at him. “F-Fuck. You look so gorgeous like this. You’d be such a pretty lock screen for me, baby.”

Once you remove your mouth from his cock, jaw a bit sore — you catch you breath, swallowing his warm sweetened cum. You stand up, pushing him on the king-sized bed but he grabs you instead and tosses you on the bed, a near giggle leaving your throat.

“Nah. Lie back. You’re the submissive one, remember?”

You roll your eyes, doing what he said and Toji sounded so arrogant — a near smirk tugging on his perfect pink lips. He stares at you for a moment before leaning in close to you — closing the gap between you and Toji starts to make a trail of kisses. He starts real slow…. from your collarbone, towards your chest, towards your tummy, until he reached your thighs. You start to pant a little, feeling his strong rough hands grip near your thighs — moving it to plant kisses and softly suck near the crevices of your inner thighs, and he makes a soft lick near your cunt before you yank on his hair while letting off a surprised moan.

He looks up at you with an eyebrow raise.

“Don’t eat me out, Toji. Just fuck me,” you spoke in an almost whiney quiet voice, and his green eyes just pierce into yours before he lowly chuckles to himself — sitting up, while maneuvering little circles near your already sopping cunt.

“Straight to the dick, huh. You never change,” he tilts his head with a low voice, and you watch him stare at your body some more — being all touchy feely. He openly gawks at the lingerie you wore as his eyes roamed. “Lingerie,” he sings in an almost amused smooth tone. “Aw, that‘s cute. You probably got all ready to go and fuck that guy I catfished you as? What was his name- Andrew?”

“He’d probably fuck better than you anyway, Toji.” You snapped back in an instant.

That’s when Toji gives your cunt a few light spanks, making you nearly burst out a moan. “Hm. That right? Weren’t saying that a moment ago when you were happily gagging on my cock like a little slut,” and you feel him start to sink his dick inside your clenching cunt. You chew on your lip, staring up at his rotating ceiling fan, whining from the stretch as your wet pussy willingly took him in — your mouth nearly widening and Toji smugly hums. “Good girl. Exactly what I thought. Now shut the fuck up and take your loving boyfriend’s dick. It’s missed you.”

“We aren’t even toge—”

Toji brings a hand to your mouth, making your words turn into moans as he starts up a pace and he feels your leg wrap around him — and the way he rolls his hips at such a salacious mean pace already makes your eyes nearly roll back. He smiles to himself, lightly gripping onto your chin with his hand below your nose but covering your mouth as you moaned into his palm, his cock inches deep and your body‘s just jostling beneath him.

“You don‘t say it, but I can tell you miss me, Y/N. Your pussy talks real loud, ya know?” Toji grunts, and he places his free hand near your tummy, feeling the cute bulge that continued to make an appearance— and he chuckles once you stare directly at him wide dilated lustful pupils. Toji sibilates with one of the thrusts that slaps against your cunt, and you whine once you feel him lean in close to you, staring at you with that haughty condescending gaze. “You’ve always had a bad taste in men, after all.” and he laughs at his own joke once he realizes what he said and you shoot him a glare — as he removes his hand from your mouth.

Your noises were shaky as he fucked you against the mattress and it felt so good before you stared at him dead in the face, panting while feeling your entire face get hot . “I hate y—you. You’re so annoying, Toji. That’s all you’re good for. Fucking me good.”

Toji looks down at you with a glare before he can’t help but laugh again — it’s like you were a comedian to him. He makes you toss a leg over his shoulder while wrapping his hand around your throat with another reaching towards your cunt. “Oh really. Y/N you’re more bitchy than usual. That’s how I know you haven’t been fucked properly,” and he rubs his thumb against your throat, lightly squeezing to make you moan before he leans in close to your ear, giving your pussy a few light taps — even if he was still pounding inside of you ruthless, his hips making the bed sing in harmony. “You hate me, baby? Tell me how you really feel then whore. Hate me enough to let me beat this pussy up? Make you cum over and over until you’re crying like a little whiney bitch?” and then he shakes his head with a little smirk. “You can’t talk shit to me when you’re the one getting fucked dumb, girl. Know your place or I’lll make sure you do with my dick.”

“F-Fuck you, Toji.” You moaned, and he rolls his eyes at your bratty attitude still showing an appearance — even still after he’s mercilessly thrashing his hips against you to where you can nearly spit out coherent words.

“What do you think I‘m doing, dumb bitch?” He says back with a sarcastic tone, and oh you hated how your pussy throbbed and twitched from his words, the pretty little anklet you wore just dangling as he fucked you against the mattress. His mattress. Toji leans up close to you with his eyes half lidded once he’s got a sly smile, grunting a bit once he shoves your knees towards your chest as you start whimpering from how deep and good his cock hit you, inches everywhere. He stares down at you. “You like that huh? Every degrading thing I say makes you soaked. Dirty girl. I felt your tight ass pussy squeeze on me just then,” and then Toji gets real close to where you can smell his cologne scent, the scintillating chain that wrapped around his neck occasionally tapping against you as he slyly smiled and purred, “Awww. Silent now? Nothing in that dumb little brain anymore? Bet if I don’t make you cum you’ll say some shit to me then.”

Your eyes widen at his words once he said that because Toji knew you were close to orgasm and his thrusts because tantalizing sloppy. He stared down at you and watched you cutely get even dumber on his cock before you start babbling, “Pleasepleaseplease Toji.”

He’s got a smug grin — seeing you near your orgasm as your voice is so tiny and shaky, and he reaches a rough hand down towards your pussy while he’s rutting his hips against you carnally, teasingly sliding a thumb down your slit. “Please what? You wanna cum?” and you cutely start nodding as a reply — letting off the most lewd moms imaginable that it echoes around his room. Toji leans up close to, gripping your chin to make you look right into his cold green eyes and he lowly chuckles. “Aww. Okay, but do you deserve to cum? You did say ‘fuck me,’ so apparently, I’m guessing that—”

You’re nearly sobbing from his teasing — cutely clawing your nails against his chiseled chest before Toji flips you over to be on your stomach now. “Hmmm. I don‘t know,” he talks over your loud babbling, bringing your ass a spank as he continues to drive his cock inside your folds that clamped so good around him. He gets hard from the recoil of your ass — giving you such good backshots to make you moan into his silk satin pillow with your toes curling. “Haven’t been in this pretty pussy for a year. I’m gonna need to hear you use that cute little voice and say ‘pretty please,’ mhm?”

“T—Toji.” You choked out, and you feel such rippling shockwaves throughout your body as you were so close — but he gives you another spank at your answer, ruthlessly snapping his hips against you.

“Whore. I didn’t tell you to say my name. I told you to beg.” Toji grunts in a husky voice, and your eyes nearly roll back once his thrusts deepen and his cockhead is just tapping against your g-spot now, over and over and over to where you’re chasing your own breath.

You pant, feeling Toji drag both of your arms behind your back as he’s taking you from behind with your head being shoved into the pillow. You couldn’t lie to yourself — even though you couldn’t make up your mind. Whether you missed Toji’s dick or Toji himself, it was inscrutable. “P-Pretty please Toji,” you whimpered, feeling your body shake after each hit he made against your cunt, plowing and jackhammering his way into you as if his occupation was a construction worker. “Please l—let me cum. I think I deserve it.”

“Do you really?” Toji replied in a sardonic tone, getting real smug once you sounded so needy and desperate just for a little orgasm. He can’t help at smile once he hear you whine from edging you even longer. “Hmmm, fine. Go ahead. I’m feeling nice.”

You felt a frantic sensation build up inside you at your words — nearly tickling your cunt and you feel so hot once you’re cumming on his twitching erect dick that stuffed inside you. Buried inside you to the hilt, and he slows down a bit for you as you’re orgasming with your entire body shaking as you’re still throbbing between your legs, nearly at a lost for words — salivating from your delicious orgasm.

“Your orgasms are always so dramatic.” Toji scoffs with a husky laugh once you get so dumb you’re babbling anything now.

By now, Toji‘s fucked you through countless orgasms — more than you can count on your fingers yet you kept begging and pleading for more. Oh, you were so cock drunk. It was embarrassing. Maybe you’d have to come to the conclusion no matter your separation, you’d always find yourself back in Toji’s bed. Whether it’s your own or his, and maybe you wanted that. He’s dragging his thick cock between your folds once more and you feel the ridges — laid on your back again in a near failed attempt at a missionary position as Toji’s staring at you with lust in his eyes, watching your knees nearly buck from his length that’s pummeling in and out of you.

“F-Fuck, Toji. I don’t think I can cum anymore,” you started to sibilate softly from the overstim after recently orgasming — his hips just smacking against your cunt. He looks down at you with an amused sly smile once he gently wraps his calloused rough fingers around your throat so you can give him direct eye contact as you spoke. “Can’t cum anymore, Toji. I- I can’t.”

Toji clicks his tongue. “Huh. Of course you can. I didn’t train this pussy to be weak, sweetheart,” and he brings you into a deep kiss. You kiss back and it’s real sloppy and passionate once you slide your tongue inside his mouth — pulling him closer to your warm body with your legs hesitantly and wrapping around his slim waist like a vice. A little smile tugs on his lips from your state as he’s still churning your insides, one hand reaching down to press on your tummy and you moan inside his mouth. Once he pulls away, he’s jamming and bullying his cock into you once more before he grunts — feeling himself get close, eyes lowering just a bit before he reaches near your breasts to lightly pinch on your perky nipples. “Be a good girl and cum one more time for your boyfriend.”

You moaned once he rolls his hips in such a seductive motion it makes your jaw nearly open with your glossy lips laminated with spit. His thrusts were just so good, smacking and thwacking against your cunt to where your eyes reach near the back of your head and you’re producing the most lewd noises imaginable,“T-Toji,” you‘d whimper out and then out of nowhere you hear something snap and you flinch at the sound of splitting wood and — it was Toji‘s headboard, and it nearly lands near your face but he catches it with a bulky arm while staring down at you with a stoic unfazed deadpan. “Did… the bed just break?” Was all you could stammer out as he was still balls deep inside you as if nothing happened.

“Tch. Never mind that,” Toji dismisses your comment, going back to his unrelenting pace. His voice is so low and raspy as he speaks, and he slides his tongue slightly near the scar near his mouth before he returns his attention back towards you, “Focusing on the wrong things. Should be more worried on how you’re about to cum on me again like a dirty little girl. Give it to me, Y/N.”

Once you cum again — Toji ends up cumming with you as well, but to your surprise, he pulls out, shooting a stringy load of velvety ropes on your tummy while lowly groaning. He’s breathing heavy a bit once he stares down at you with low lidded green eyes, gently rubbing his swollen red tip against your pussy before grunting once more and starts helping you clean yourself up.

You laid against Toji’s soft warm chest, and he had an arm wrapped around your waist once he still hears you panting a bit from recently orgasming.

“I’m taking this a sign that we’re getting back together, y’know,” Toji bluntly says, and he’s absentmindedly stroking your hair as he stares up at his ceiling fan. “Finally took you long enough. I missed my pussy.”

You try to catch your breath as your ear pressed up against his chest before rolling your eyes. “Whatever, Toji…” and then you gently raise your head against him to look up at him and he’s already staring at you. “Sorry— for making you break your bed.”

Toji shrugs. “It’s fine, princess. You’ll buy me a new one,” and you glare at him — making him lowly chuckle. Then he pauses for a while, as if he was thinking of what to say before staring up into space again. “Sorry for forgetting to give you this diamond ring I had. Was supposed to be a little surprise, but I guess I lost track of time. Oops.”

“What ring?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“What?”

abducted

chapter thirteen

a/n: hi i’m back from hiatus sorry for the wait <3 NOT PROOF READ SRRY

tags: straight up smut minimal plot

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choso’s secret hideaway housed a most impressive sleep chamber for getou and yourself. considering that the whole concrete system of the underground base was cold and very wet in some parts. the room reserved for the two of you was significantly more cozy than the common area’s you passed through.

a large bed with small nightstands placed on either side sat in the middle of the room, with a fireplace forged into the dark walls just adjacent. you were sure that the space had to be the warmest in the complex. getou squatted near the fireplace. he was hunched over a small pile of fresh wood left in a small crate, seemingly very focused on starting a fire. you knew he was just occupying himself. he was angry, and you couldn’t blame him. you froze when he said that he loved you. you were confused enough as it was, your life had been turned completely upside down in such a short time, and you still didn’t completely agree with getou’s view of the world.

your words never came to you, even after the two of you entered your accommodation. you stared at his broad back while nervously chewing on the inside of your mouth. what could you say to fix this? getou has always held a special place in your heart, but you weren’t living in the past anymore and nothing could fix the pain you felt for so long after he left those years ago.

“i’m scared.” you blurted out. getou’s dark hair moved over his shoulder as he slowly turned to face you. he walked slowly towards you with intent and knelt between your feet. “say more.” he said, reaching up to grip your hands. tears pricked the corners of your eyes. he looked just like he did the day he left. his dark angular eyes never change. “i scared.” you began to sputter, “you can’t leave me again. i can’t go through that again. you don’t know what it felt like!”

getou didn’t hesitate. he gathered your weak body into his arms, and held you while you cried and shook. you sobbed into his shirt until it was drenched with the last of your tears, and eventually your eyes rose to meet his. he smiled slightly at the sight of your puffy face, and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear. “i swear to you i’ll never leave you again. my sweet sweet girl.”

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later in the night you woke to the sound of a crackling fire. you rose slowly from your place in the large bed, still feeling groggy from your break down earlier in the evening. getou carried you to bed afterwards and you quickly drifted off.

crying is really exhausting. you thought, while turning to look for getou next to you in bed only to find he wasn’t there. your brow furrowed, looking around the dark room still not finding the sorcerer. you followed a faint sound of water running to the on suite washroom, to finally find him in a steaming hot shower.

you quietly shrugged your clothes off, to sneak into the large shower. getou’s hands were placed firmly on the wall as water poured down his back from the faucet above. you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed your breasts against his back. you felt his abdomen muscles stiffen for a moment and promptly relax once more, after feeling your familiar presence.

“your awake.” he said in a low gravely voice.

“i am.” you whispered, as he turned to face you.

he rested his hands softly on your hips before he spoke, “how are you?” he looked at you with the same concerned eyes as he did earlier in the evening. “i’m better now.” you reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your wet bodies together.

getou dug his face in your neck, while his cock grew heavy pressing hard against your skin. “is it true?” you questioned softly in his ear. “is what true doll?”

“you said that you loved me earlier, is it true?”

he was quiet for a moment. your stomach grew tight waiting for his answer. “it’s true. i love you.” his hands slowly moved up from your hips and to your breasts. his thumbs grazed both of your nipples, causing you to jump from the sudden stimulation. “i always have.”

his response caused a small gasp to escape your mouth. your feelings for him had always seemed one sided ever since you met him. his fingers continued to tease your nipples as he continued, “and i’m sure i always will.”

at this, your body felt reinvigorated. this time it was you who initiated a passionate kiss. you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his. getou’s lips invited your tongue in, while you ground your hips against his hard cock.

the two of you moaned into each other's mouths when his fingers moved to circle your clit. in a faze you broke the kiss to work smooth up and down motions against his cock with your hand. “fuuckkk” he hissed. you circled your thumb against his sensitive tip, while still rolling your hips against his deft fingers.

a small growl broke from getou’s throat. he unceremoniously lifted you up into his arms and pressed your back hard against the tiled wall. the two of you were so hungry for each other, it seemed like you might burst if he didn’t fill you up fast enough. getou’s strong arms held you up as the two of you leaned in for another kiss, only for it to be broken by getou once more. “i have to feel you right now.” he breathed harshly. you simply nodded your head before his cock slid deep into your core. you moaned into his neck while holding on tight so he could pound deep into your cunt.

“fuck baby you feel so good!” getou moaned while his hips slammed into you. the feeling of his cock pounding against your g-spot caused you to clench around him. your body temperature grew hotter and hotter at the approach of your impending orgasm. “that’s it doll, want you to cum all over my cock.” you gripped his long hair at his words and grit your teeth at the feeling of your cunt growing tighter against his cock.

you screamed in the shower as your orgasm came rolling over you. your vagina pulsated feverishly over getou’s cock. he began to drive deeper into your overstimulated cunt. his hair fell in loose locks over his face while he moaned, “want me to fill this pretty pussy with my cum doll? huh?” you wordlessly nodded your head as your second orgasm built up. getou gripped your ass tighter while sliding in and out of your swollen pussy.

“w-want you to cum with me okay?” he said looking deep into your eyes as he drove deep into you. you nodded again, unable to form a proper sentence. after a few more pumps you felt your walls growing tight once more. “that’s it doll, you're so close. you're doing so good for me.” the two of you moaned deeply as you simultaneously came at the same time.

getou continued to hold you in his arms, while the two of you came down. your fingers intertwined with his hair as you spoke, “i love you too suguru.”

THINKING ABOUT ....

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Toji who becomes such a manwhore if you show him any sign of being dominant. He will become more aggressive at first, but if you dont back down? 𝑶𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒚.~

He 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 stop whatever he was doing-be that insulting something of yours or abusing your poor cunt with his veiny cock- and just fall to his knees.

If he wasn't hard before, he is now.

And it's such an arousing confusing sight, but once you catch the hint and press your foot on his leaking cock, he is a goner.

Dignity? What's that? Toji only knows how to moan and beg with how 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 it felt to have you bouncing on his cock with a hand around his neck. Your gummy walls that just seemed to get tighter as if to milk him dry-because that 𝘪𝘴 what you were doing. Orgasm after orgasm. Creampie after creampie. And whenever he tried whining about how sensitive he was, you just shut him up by shoving your tongue down his throat. And in the end...

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨!♥︎

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