Being Tojis Little Bunny As He Splits You Apart On His Cock.

being toji’s little bunny as he splits you apart on his cock.

being his fuck bunny.

— ft: toji x female reader. | tw: size difference, size kink, daddy kink, use of the nickname ‘bunny’, tummy bulge, mentions of breeding.

— a/n: you guys really seem to like the toji content :O can’t complain though, he’s probably one of my favourites to write for <33

“Daddy! ‘S too— deep!” You squealed for the nth time as he pressed a thumb to your neglected clit, smirking when you jolted at the motion.

“Yeah? Can you feel Daddy’s cock, sweetheart?” He grinned as he pressed a hand to where his cock bulged out your stomach, the pressure eliciting a cute yelp out of you. The difference in size between the two of you was alarmingly arousing, and Toji found that to be evident in the way he throbbed inside you.

The more he pushed into you, the faster his thumb had to circle your clit in order to get your pussy to loosen up, but even that only caused you to flutter that much more around him. Sure, it made it difficult to penetrate you, but goddamn was it the hottest thing.

“My pretty bunny, look at you,” the large man above you growled, scar stretching as his lips curled up with interest. “So good for me.”

And you really were, digging your nails into his strong arms as your hips stuttered against his. Your bottom lip was protruded in an adorable pout, the meekest of whines escaping you. You were yet to look at him directly, eyes in a constant roll to the back of your skull.

Toji chuckled and pressed a thumb past your lips, pressing down on your tongue. “You love being my little breeding bunny, don’t you, little girl?”

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ›››

› PLAYER 1 : 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓 [ 🪐 anon ​]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐨: she’s my collar’ by gorillaz 

you’ve been successfully matched with user notazenin aka 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

› 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫 : a lonely wolf, he plays on his own and hates playing in team. but no one care because he is simply so good that carries the team. toji’s size always plays its part in the bedroom, none of you can’t ignore the difference between the two. he is always down to fuck you senseless until he knows you are carrying his seed.

› 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: babe you literally have all my kinks sksjsjsj toji is for you my love 

› 𝐜𝐰: size kink + belly bulge + breeding kink + praise 

toji can’t pretend he doesn’t know how big he is for your little pussy —not when you squeal and sob when he prods his cockhead against your slit.

“atta girl,” toji mumbles, sinking his cock inside your soaking cunt. “you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart.” 

his hand strokes your cheek tenderly while you shut your eyes tight because of the burning stretch spreading on your lower body. it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve fit him whole, he always mold your walls to their limits to accommodate him.

you grasp onto his broad shoulders, nails digging into his flesh when his balls crash against your ass, something that meant hiss dick was finally  buried deep inside you. 

“that’s it —fuck— you’re always so tight.” for him, the act of fucking  is almost as difficult as it is for you. despite his cold demeanor, it pained toji to watch fat tears roll down your flushed cheeks each time he sank into your warmth. so he praises you, praises you for every single inch you are able to fit inside, saying “that’s my good fucking girl”

his eyes drift where you two connect, and he lets out a breathy moan. he wasn’t sure he saw it right, maybe it is the vice grip you have around his cock that’s making his mind wild. so, he reaches down, hand pressing over the bulge forming on your stomach. 

a whine slips past your lips, igniting something primal inside the huge man above you, something that that makes his balls tighten. all that  toji could see right now was your little frame starting to fill out with his seed. he imagines how beautiful you’ll look waddling around your apartment with his growing seed.

but it’s when you weakly say knock me up when he sees stars.

“don’t worry, we won’t stop until you are full with cum.”

Hinata tachibana: ✍️✍️✍️✍️

then they were roommates ┃ sweet deception with thoma

CW. NSFW (MDNI), afab! reader with no set of pronouns, roommate! thoma, use of sedatives, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it!), pervert! thoma, noncon, he takes pics of you, male masturbation, pervert and a bit ooc thoma ♥︎

AN. another reposted work. i promise that i'd be posting new ones soon <3 just a little more from my part on actually editing the drafts that i have here but anyway, enjoy our ooc pervert, roomie thoma!

thoma is the sweetest roommate you’d ever ask for!

besides the fact that he constantly reminds you of the tasks you have absentmindedly forgotten or prepares breakfast in the morning, he also helps you with your projects whenever he has some time to spare.

you also want to take note of the tea he always makes!

“hey thoma! you haven’t told me what brand this tea is.”

the weekend had just arrived and you were left sprawled in the comforts of your blankets while watching another rom-com with thoma. he was laid adjacent to your side, the two loveseats occupied by your tired bodies.

“silly, how many times do i need to tell you that i handmade this! you can help me pick up the ingredients tomorrow morning if you want,” thoma offers with a smile. he can see how you immediately perked up in interest, nodding your head in agreement. “well, just make sure that you sleep early now since i often leave around 5.”

and he hears you grunt afterward.

“come on now, you wouldn’t miss an opportunity like this, yeah?” he encourages you, standing up from his seat. he eyes you, taking a huge sip of your tea before dropping down the cup on the nearby table. he shudders, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips before he reaches out both his hands to help you stand up.

as you do, you can feel your body slipping into a relaxed state, almost stumbling and falling back into the seat. but thoma was fast and had an arm wrapped around your body, gently cradling you in his warmth.

“easy now,” he mumbles. it felt quite nice to be wrapped in his embrace as the nature of his being caring seeps through while he guides you to your room. “getting sleepy now, aren’t you?”

you hummed, feeling the softness of your blanket caressing your skin as thoma gently lays you down on your bed. as each second passes by, you find your eyes can barely keep themselves open. and before you were consumed by sleep, you can hear the faint whisper from your roommate, a sweet smile etched on his face.

“sweet dreams f/n.”

it was truly sweet, thoma had always been like this every day and you barely notice the patterns. he is someone so kind, dependable, selfless, and caring so you trust him. there’s never a reason to doubt him, not when he had you gullible just as he wanted to.

don’t get him wrong but thoma genuinely cares for you. he likes you, a lot. but the intensity of his emotions quickly becomes too much for him to handle. you were so pretty, so perfect in his eyes that he can’t help but give you what he thinks you’d want, what you’d like, what you’d find worthy of your affection.

but he thinks that fucking you when you’re asleep is something you wouldn’t approve of.

when he sees the steady motion of your chest, lungs pumping air in and out of your relaxed and vulnerable state, he’s quick to adjust your body, letting you lie flat on your back and your legs pressed on each side. you’ve always looked beautiful to him, no matter what you wear, no matter how unkempt your hair was.

and he finds you most beautiful spread out like this for him to take. an angel you are in his eyes.

he groans when he feels his cock ache inside his tight pants. you’re just that perfect, fuck, he’s so damn lucky that he’s the one who gets to share this apartment space with you and not just a random bastard who wouldn’t treat you like he does.

he just hope you wouldn’t find out the debauched person he can be.

thoma wants to put all the blame on you. you should be held accountable for how adorable you are, and how your beaming eyes always had him hooked whenever you tell him what happened in uni. you should know that he’s utterly smitten from how much you cling to him, trusting him to the point where you don’t even notice that the tea he makes was the very reason why he had you pressed down like this.

of course, he wouldn’t dare hurt you. he’s not an asshole who just takes advantage of you like this and ends up hurting you in any way or form. thoma would spend the time preparing you, holding you, and pleasing you before he could even please himself.

as he had your legs spread open, he would gently remove your pants, revealing you in your underwear. he finds it cute how you wear this particular pair every weekend, the soft pastel red cotton undies he always love!

then he would notice how you’d shiver, feeling the cold gust of wind welcoming your flushed skin. thoma would cover you up with the blanket he made for you, smiling as he remembers how you were elated to receive this from him.

as he provides you a source of warmth, he would continue and leave kisses on your thighs, his large hands pressing down to spread your legs wider. he dares not leave any hickeys, as much as his mind tells him to mark you already. he can do that later when you’re finally sober enough to know what the hell he’s doing.

after leaving feather-like kisses on both your thighs, thoma would press two of his fingers between your clothed cunt, sliding up and down your slit. he can hear the gentle hums of satisfaction escaping your lips.

“even when you’re in deep sleep, you’ve always loved being pleasured like this, huh?” he whispers, putting in some pressure that the tip of his finger glides down your clit. “we wouldn’t want to mess this though,” he adds before he hooks two of his fingers to the band of your underwear and slowly pulls it off your body.

with your lower half exposed for his eyes to feast on, thoma almost came at the sight of your cunt slightly shimmering from your slick. he curses under his breath, impatient because he just wants to shove his cock but had put an immense focus so to mentally stops himself.

before he even loses control, he moves his head down and has his lips close in your cunt. he hums, satisfied, tasting you as his tongue laps up and down your clit. he can finally taste you, so sweet against the sensitive flesh of his mouth. you were addicting, thoma can’t help but give your pussy lips a kiss before he had his whole mouth sucking on your poor cunt.

he felt your thighs occassionally close back from the sensation, your eyebrows furrowing that your sleep-induced state tries to focus on the pleasurable feeling you’re receiving between your legs.

“you’re so damn cute,” thoma mutters before he goes back on assaulting your sensitive clit. he wants to hear you moan, to hear you whimper about how good he’s treating you, how good he was on eating you out, on pleasing you but that can wait.

after flicking his tongue on your sensitive nub, he had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your hole. you were so wet, so ready for him to take but he wants to make you cum first. thoma goes back on sucking on your clit as his fingers smoothly go in and out of your hole, adjusting it to reach the most sensitive spot inside that he knew by heart. you were so warm, so tight around two of his digits.

the pleasure he gets from fucking you like this had him rutting his hips down the bed, cock itching to shove itself inside your warmth and have your tight walls snuggle it closer. his pants' already ruined from his pre. he groans as he does so, eyes peering up to witness how your back softly arched from the vibrations he had let go on your clit. thoma can feel how close you are, your warm walls sucking him in with fervor.

“that’s it f/n. go on, cum for me,” he says even if you won’t even hear him or know that it was him pleasuring you like this. your walls clamped on his fingers, your hole gushing out so much slick as thoma didn’t stop sliding his digits in and out to ride your high.

your body was still shaking a bit from the aftermath of your orgasm when thoma swiftly moved up and pulled his hard and aching cock out of his already-ruined pants. he hissed as the warmth of his hands made contact with his skin, quickly rubbing the bulbous head on your cunt to relieve himself from the pain.

“‘want you so badly, f/n, just let me—” slowly, he pushes himself inside your walls, grunting at the sudden tightness engulfing him. he eyes your body, those emerald hues watching every twitch of your eyebrow and how your chest lets go of a shaky breath as he finally pushes all the way in. “fuck, you feel so good around me.”

thoma’s head was spinning at the view he’s getting of you even more when he looks down to where you’re both connected. his long girth feels just perfect to be inside you, smoothly sliding in and out. hell, he wanted to roughly bend you in half and shove himself as deep as he could but you might wake up. he doesn’t want that but fuck, you’re making it so hard for him.

in seconds, he rocks his hips against your body, his thighs softly smacking against your butt as he slowly ruts himself in your core. thoma bites down on his lips, focusing on being gentle while getting the most out of your cunt. he closes his eyes, savoring how your walls sucks him in, tightening every time he bottoms out. he was so big yet he had managed to have you adjust to his size perfectly, molding you to have his cock alone.

he was close, the pleasure so intense on bis lower half he had somehow let go of his focus and started a rather quick pace in fucking you. he hears you whimpering, his mind thinking that you’re awake and was ushering him to go faster, that you’re close too, that you want him to make a mess out of you.

“anything for you, f/n. fuck, i’d do anything for you,” he utters with a moan, sweat glistening on his forehead, his balls slapping oh so loudly against your thighs covered with your slick. and he pulls out, groaning as his cold hands started to jerk on his sensitive cock before he lets out his thick cum just right outside your hole.

thoma could barely keep in his moans, shivering at how he coats your pussy lips with his load that you looked so damn messy but fuck, you’re just so beautiful in his eyes.

“i love you,” he whispers but gained back his focus in seconds when he hears you humming. his eyes darted back to your face only to see that you’re still fast asleep.

thoma sighs, shaking his head, and went back down to look at your cum-stained cunt. he could just jerk again at the sight but doesn’t want to wake you sooner than he’d think he might. but, before he puts your legs back down and it let relax, he pulls out his phone from his pocket and quickly took pictures of your body, more on how he ruined you below, angling it where he can see how he had claimed you to be his.

with this sweet smile on his face, he bends down and slowly left a kiss on your forehead.

“sweet dreams, angel. i hope that we can spend more time soon.”

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I've been thinking more about how soft dom's use questions as a way for their sub's to feel that soft control? And to encourage communication? Especially if they already know the answer, and give you that look 👀👀

Are you sure about that, sweetheart?

Can you show me?

Is that too hard for you, darling?

Do you need help?

Are you excited?

Could you do one more for me, baby?

Are you going to sit nice?

Are you going to behave today?

Do you need to hold my hand?

And then, followed up with "well done, thank you, so good." because being praised for using your words is ❤️🤭🥰❤️

Aight time to touch some grass

another thought; how pretty puppyboy bokuto would look on his knees before you- collar taut with the way you’re tugging his leash. cock leaking and so heavy its brushing the floor and making a mess, bobbing with each nervous swoosh of his tail- absolutely begging you to let him touch you and if he gets too antsy, testing his luck by launching at you- simply place a foot against his chest and see how easily he crumbles with a singular utter of, “bad dog.” heel of said foot slowly pushing him back. watch pretty little sobs and cries, high pitched whines begging with poorly formed words begging, begging you to let him inside that pussy he goes stupid for.