So Nasty...i Love It!!

So nasty...i love it!!

toji letting his lil bunny gf ride him<3

🐾 praising, ass smacking, chocking, cowgirl, titty slapping, creampie, thick/chubby reader, not proofread

“fuck- jus’ like that princess” you whined raising your hips to slam them back down on toji lap. your ass continued to slap on his thighs and the previous mixed cum of yours and toji sticking in your inner thighs. you moaned at how he slapped your breast through the sheer lace fabric. you tried so hard to not close your eyes watching the grin toji had on his face before lifting his hips to meet your thrust. “ da-daddy oh my-” you cried out feeling your thighs shake and legs giving out. you leaned forward to have you lips against toji- tongues down each other throat while listening to the flithy sounds of skin slapping against one another. you buried your face in toji’s neck “shit- daddy ‘m gonna- gonna cum” and that made him go fast. the bed creaking under him once grabbed your hips, slamming you down on his cock- panting and grunting at the white nectar on his long grithy cock. he moved your pink panties to the side of your fat ass that blocked his cock from thrusting into you. a yelp at the big hand that slap your ass two times “you fuckin’ like that don’ you. my pretty lil bunny hm?”. he felt you squirm which made him lift your face up from his neck. you began to babble and cry out incoherent words letting toji know you’re about to cum. “ tell daddy what you want baby, c’mon be a good girl” he played with you swollen clit, helping you cum. acrylics straggling his sculptured back from how his cock hit your cervix. he rose up from the soft pillow beneath him while a hand went to your throat making him repeat what he said after not gaining an answer. “daddy i wanna cum please-please let me cum ima good girl” you could feel that your near- so close. “you want daddy to fill you up- gonna make you a mama. gonna look so cute and full yeah?” “ yes yes yes please gimme it daddy” you chanted totally obvious that your brain was no longer working and you were going stupid. when toji continued to slam in your fucked out pussy your back arched feeling his thick heavy load fill you up. could’ve sworn your little pudge looked full. you weren’t far behind- milk toji’s cock completely. “ fuck look at you ma” he chuckled while taking his phone out taking pictures of his artwork not forgetting to add it to his personal album.

alani, your fic has succeeded evidenced by my possession at the hands of the illustrious horny spirit. just him teasing darling when she's being milk is just genius. i can see him trying to teach you to be a good girl for your master but you're too dumb :( on the plus side, you're too stupid to see how bad toji is and to escape him :)

but alani, consider bull hybrid toji. he's stronger, more dangerous, and is thoroughly infatuated with you but more importantly, his balls are full and he needs your assistance to empty them. so won't you lend your pussy this once? (as if he'd let go of his mate, especially after he got a taste of your pussy)

🥺💕 thank you so much raku! exactly, toji goes all out on teasing his cow girl, and she's too dumb to recognize the sadistic side of her master 😏😌

as for bull hybrid toji? i just finished writing the cow girl... oh dammit, this is another thirst storm in my head 💦

tw: dubcon, manipulation, vaginal sex, breeding, toji fuck you stupid, bull hybrid

Bull Hybrid! Toji tells you he needs a place to rest. You really don't have the power to reject such a charismatic bull and let him live on the streets. He took the opportunity to occupy your home, rummaging through your books and refrigerator. He eats your food and uses your furniture at will. Over time, he became more like the owner of the house than you.

Bull Hybrid! Toji seduces you. He would pretend to casually change clothes in front of you, revealing his solid muscles. He would be masturbating in the room and make sure you hear him moaning your name. Apologize (insincerely) when you're shy.

Bull Hybrid! Toji says it's the breeding nature of bulls and needs your help. At first it was just masturbating him, but it quickly turns into him grabbing your ass and giving you a deep pounding until your brain melts, and sticking out your tongue. Whenever he gets a chance, he pours seeds into your sweet little pussy.

Toji would definitely baby trap the person he’s obsessed with. Not just because he’ll equate baby with them staying and loving him; but also because he needs a place to stay sometimes and better place to eat and sleep than at your baby mama’s? Sure he poked holes in the condom but he also got the good cup o ramen during pregnancy cravings

Yandere Toji Fushiguro babytrapping reader

Yes but it all fun and games until baby mama starts stressing tf out. She gotta do a job, pay bills, feed not 1 but 2 babies (yes, Toji, I'm talking about you.) Not to mention, her hormones are all out of place, morning sickness and her body is going through some permanent changes. And what's Toji doing? He leaves after having breakfast, saying that he gonna try to find some job and he'll be back before dinner. In reality, he's out either doing bounty hunting or working as a hitman. He thought living with you was good because it gave him a cover, and he thought you were doing pretty good for yourself.

That is until he walked in on you, tied to a chair as two men held you hostage. Toji will never forget the image of you looking completely petrified, tears and sweat covering you, and the gun aimed at your baby bump.

"Y/n." Toji looked at you, ever so calm. "Look at me, it's gonna be okay. I'm not gonna let them hurt you, so take deep breaths with me, okay? 1, 2-" and with that, Toji threw knifes at their heads, killing the men instantly. "-3." He said softly, walking over to you and bending down to untie you.

You looked at him in fear and shock at what you had just witnessed. But Toji just rubbed your wrists gently.

"I'll explain everything. But first, let's get some food in you, hm?" He said, kissing your cheek before pulling you out of your apartment, discreetly sending a text to someone to "clean" your place.

Ever since that night, Toji has been a completely different person to you. Once he told you who he was and what he did for a living, and explained in detail why you can't leave him for some time because he has a lot of enemies, he had you move to his place.

His place? A whole ass lavish penthouse. He told you that he's gonna take care of you from now on, and he really did mean that.

But you didn't know that it meant throwing your old life away forever. He made you quit your job, never leave his house without him, and then told you "you should stop using your phone and laptop so much. The radiations aren't good for the baby." He confiscated all of your electronic devices, so pretty much all contact to the outside world was cut. He did give you a special phone that had his number in it only, for emergencies- which really turned out to be either Toji video calling you to see you and the baby bump, or you calling him to complain about being all out of cup ramen.

Despite him being a literal assassin, he still kept his cool, suave, laid back behaviour with you. He joked around, cooked cup ramen in the best way that you never could, massaged your feet and helped you to bathe, you still couldn't agree on raising your child around a killer.

Then again, it's not like you could run away from him. Like, you can't outrun him bu waddling around at turtle speed. Even if you could, he has cameras around the house and locks on the doors. And even if you did get out of the house, it's not like he wouldn't be able to find you within the next hour or so. All that would lead to is Toji carrying you back to the house and giving you a stern talking to as he forced water and prenatal vitamins down your throat. This is the only time he's mean though, calls you "stupid for endangering our child because you don't understand that it's safer for you both inside!" as he dips your swollen feet in warm water.

And coupled with your pregnancy hormones and his manipulation skills, it isn't long before you're sobbing and apologising because you think nobody will ever love and care about you as much as he does. So now, Toji has to give you cuddles and affection to reassure you he won't leave you.

Toji won't leave you, not when he has already bought a new home with rooms for you, your baby and all of your future kids (he wants 4 more).

Yeah... you're trapped in ways you don't even know.

skin. toji fushiguro.

› blackfem!reader, trainer!toji, drabble/headcannon?, chubby!reader, exercising, sweaty sex, gym sex, size kink, insecure!reader (very minimal), cockwarming, squirting.

trainer!toji who gently shakes your hand as he introduces himself to you, scanning you head to toe as you’re dressed in your cute black yoga pants and a white sports bra that showcases your piercings. he listens as you tell him key points of your body you wanted to target, already coming up with strategies for an easy first day. it’s the afternoon, meaning the gym was close to empty considering it was a sunday. more space to do what was needed. he started out with stretches first, and this is the part where your mind has a brain of its own. when he’s on his knees before you as you lay on the mat, bending you in lewd ways to stretch you out, you think inappropriately. he was just being professional. you shake your head, trying your best to keep your head out of the gutter as he pulls your legs to rest on your tits. he notices your reaction and slyly grins, cracking a joke about how you left your contacts home or something, focusing on him a little to hard. his laugh his handsomely devilish, and has you thinking things you shouldn’t.

trainer!toji who’s muscles tense as he shows you a new workout, your eyes shamelessly drifting to the thickly trimmed hairs peaking from his sweats that rested on the tint in his crotch, molding around his cock and making your face swelter with heat. he’s sweaty, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. droplets streaming down his godly sculpted abs and absorbing into his shirt and pants. he doesn’t kill you for the first day, but the numerous squats and slapping the extremely weighted ropes with both arms has you breaking a sweat. toji let’s you take a water break after a fifteen minute workout, giving you a high five after which somehow makes you stumble back a little from tiredness, toji quick with catching you with both hands on your hips. the action makes you die inside, saying sorry with a laugh that you both reciprocate before sitting down.

trainer!toji who says he just wants to make you feel good about yourself after you tell him a story about your recent ex that shamed your body after gaining weight and proceeds to delicately pinch at your pierced nipples after folding your sports bra over your taut chest where he crouched to his knees and swallows his mouth around the velvety skin. he tells you how good you taste, flicks his tongue rapidly over the hard buds until your fingers are dancing in his charcoal hair and you’re practically fucking the seat like you’re in heat. you haven’t been fucked properly by a man in a while. and you weren’t going to stop this one.

trainer!toji who grabs your hand like a gentleman but yanks your clothes off like you’re a whore. a very pretty one he’d love nothing more than to sheath his thick cock into and call you his for the night. have you moaning his name on repeat like a broken record. the scar on the side of his mouth twitches into a smirk when you squeal after he lifts you up, light as a feather to him. he can’t comprehend, and mostly never will, the negative thoughts you have about your body, ex aside. he thinks you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. voluptuous curves. soft, silky skin. you’ve had this grip on him ever since those big eyes of yours came in signing up for private lessons, always admiring him with fascination, and to his unknown knowledge, a puddle in your panties.

trainer!toji who has his sweats hanging barely at his waist as he buries his cock inside you, carrying you while still standing, strong forearms locked under your kneecaps. his height scares you a bit, cuddling your arms around his neck and pressing your noses together as you whimper and sink on it, warming his cock for the next two minutes until he feels like you’re ready to take it—or he’s too needy to wait. he’s lifting you like nothing, slamming your small body down onto his dick that nearly has you fainting from the size; swollen fat head bruising your gummy walls. heavy, just the perfect amount of thickness to fucking ruin you. blabbering nothingness into his mouth as you claw at his back, toji grunting and balancing both your weights like the gym freak he was.

“fuckbabyfuckbaby—fuck,” your sweet soppy pussy squelches and drips down his balls, full with just enough cum to breed you like he wished he could. another time, he thinks. he doesn’t want to scare you away, although he highly doubts it by the way you’re screaming and taking every hard pound to your poor little cunt. he chuckles amusingly at your whines, mashing his lips on yours as he squeezes his eyes shut the same time he molds your ass in his wide hands.

trainer!toji who calls you good girl when you squirt messily over his torso, soaking his nike’s and the gym mat he stood on. telling you breathily in your ear that your pussy wraps around my cock too fucking well. damn. fuck. shit, you’re gonna make me cum like that, when you rock up and down with a content smile on your face. you feel so much more confident now. you’re watching him with fascination as he hisses and takes you off his dick, hovering you above it as the two of you stare in between to watch his cum shoot loads of amounts onto your cute chubby stomach, a broken and final fuck singing past his cherry lips. you gasp as he plunges you back onto his still pulsating and awake cock, smacking your ass and walking towards a bench he lays you down on and sets your legs on his shoulders, hugging your thighs with both biceps bulging and enjoying your pussy just a little while longer before he had to lock up.

© 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.

New World, New Beginning

Toji Fushiguro x Fem! Reader

Content Warning: dub-con, non-con(flashback), angst, unrequited love(past), kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, misogyny, pregnancy sex, lactation kink, forced breeding(flashback), housewife kink, degradation, forced oral sex(flashback), non-consensual spanking

Summary: Toji loves his little housewife now...but he's never treated her well in the past.

Note: finally finished! this wip took me so many days, but the desire to be toji little housewife has never gone away... hope you guys like this story.

Dark Content, Minors DNI

The tiny wind chimes on the balcony swayed with a crisp and pleasant sound, greeting each other with the birds flying by the window. You're washing mushrooms in an open kitchen. Yesterday, Megumi showed you his exam results, and you couldn't hide your joy, telling him that you were proud of him. Toji, sitting next to him, was circling the lottery code, and he didn't say "Well done, Megumi" until you knocked him on the head.

To celebrate, you're going to cook sukiyaki, which requires various ingredients. However, the cursed spirit bound to the door traps you in this place; you can't buy anything. Fortunately, you urged your husband to go to the supermarket a while ago, and he came back with an oversized shopping bag in one hand and filled the refrigerator. This morning, you opened the fridge, counted the ingredients, and discovered that these can already be cooked sukiyaki three times.

Although your husband, Toji, only bought sushi or yakiniku for takeaway, he prefers to be home now. He and Megumi are attentive when they're drinking the soup, and they would also stare at the prepared dishes but refuse to admit that they wanted it.

Thinking of this, you smiled. Like father, like son.

(Toji told you how to be his good girl again —

You're sobbing and adding spices to dishes, but the relentless slaps on the ass didn't stop.)

While waiting for the ingredients to thaw, you lowered your head, picked up the vacuum cleaner, and walked into the room to clean.

His faint scent and traces were everywhere in the room. The TV that wasn't turned off was showing horse racing channels. And the papers on which the bets were written were scattered like snowflakes. You pick up one of the slips of paper, and the amount written on it can cover several months of household expenses.

You collect those pieces of paper and put them in a folder in order.

("Toji, let's go to the beach and the shopping street once? Just once, okay?…." You leaned on his back, kissed his cheek gently, and said, waiting for the surprise.

He pushed your hand away and watched the powerboat racing intently. He gambled on it.

That day was Valentine's Day.)

There was a whiteboard in the corner of the room with dozens of people's names and information about them pinned to it.

Except for the new name, all other names were marked as if they had been deleted from the world.

You opened the torn pages of the books on the ground, with ancient and obscure words and pictures written on them. There are some cursed tools of various shapes on the ground.

According to your husband's instructions, you stuffed those cursed tools and books into the space where the spell was pasted.

(Toji never told you about his work before.

Every time getting off work, he gets a lot of money. This would explain a large amount of cash he casually left on the table. )

You hesitated for half a minute, then dragged the box out, opened it, and wiped the dust off the album.

The first few pages are all about the same person, a smiling woman with short hair. Simple wedding photo. A diamond ring is on her finger. This was taken next to a lake. He hugged her from behind. Not like his perfunctory when he's around you. Not like his indifference when he pushed you away.

They are sweet. Perfect pairing.

("We're over. I don't need someone who never cared about me."

Your hand holding the suitcase trembles, praying that he'll glance at you.

After a while of silence, that man told you expressionlessly. "Remember to leave the key.")

You're wiping away your tears to put it back in place but found... there is another album under the album?

This is something you've never seen before.

The first page is Purikura that you and your husband took in the photo booth.

You froze. He never wanted to spend money for you before, so you paid for it yourself. You dragged him in to take pictures. Toji stared unnaturally at the camera, not knowing where to put his hands, but seemed like was going to smash the machine in the next second. You quietly added cat ears to him while editing a photo.

Before breaking up, you asked him where did this photo go? He replied that it was thrown away as trash.

The second photo...got weird.

You crossed the road at the traffic light.

You were playing with stray cats at dusk.

You were shopping for clothes in the mall and held up two sets of clothes for comparison in annoyance.

You're dating a man(the photo is ripped off, leaving only your part).

The photos were taken after the breakup.

Toji...taking your pictures in private?

He-He cares about you like he cares about his first wife? Resisting surging nausea, you buried the photo album in your chest and felt a little comfort.

("That's not right. To-Toji, we've broken up..." You kneel on the ground, priing on the eerie chains around your neck, startled by the situation you're facing.

His hands were cruel — almost irresistible. All he has to do is press your head down and fill your ignorant and stubborn mouth with a dick. )

The husband's bed is black and white in color design. You planned to change the sheets to wash, but something fell when you lifted the quilt. Took a closer look; you saw a close-up of the model's smile, her massive breasts placed in the center of the shot, with some blatantly erotic text next to it.

Adult-adult magazine?

You picked up the magazine and just found that there were five or six next to it... Is this... your husband's collection? Curious about your husband's secret hobbies, you opened one of the books, and what you saw was a female model dressed as a housewife. She poses sexy, spreading her legs towards the camera.

You compared your chest and butt with the photo, and then you pouted and turned to the next page.

Perverted Toji.

The theme of the photo on the next page is the same. It is a photo of the wife preparing breakfast, but there is no cover under the apron, and there is residual redness and swelling on the waist and buttocks, leaving room for imagination.

You gradually figured out some outlines of his collection preferences, flipping the magazine with burning cheeks.

After having a baby, you don't have to solve it yourself, and Toji just gives you some gentle treatment like floating on the water, but those are not enough to solve...needed. He usually kisses your round belly and tells you to be the perfect little wife.

(Toji occasionally gives you a breathless tongue kiss while his lower body presses against your ass. You sob and beat his chest, white mucus spilling from the spread petals, smearing his thick dick and scrotum. It was mixed with the sound of a mess of water stirring the seeds inside, indicating that the inside was full, but there was still no sign of stopping the thrusting.

"Please, please don't continue, I don't want to get pregnant...!")

A box of discs fell out of the magazine.

The cover title on the box describes an adult film in which a pregnant wife is sweetly punished by her husband. Lately, Toji just cuddles you to sleep; even though you offer to help with your hands, he refuses. But his collection of this kind of film... means that he actually has some needs?

Bastard Toji. You don't need any punishment.

But... if you watch it for a while, you should know what your husband wants, right?

You held the box to your chest, looked out the door, made sure there was no one in the house, breathed a sigh of relief like a kid stealing candy, and put the CD into the machine. A specific image gradually emerged from some beating spots of light on the screen — a wife standing at the door saying goodbye to her husband at work and tidying his tie.

The husband punishes the wife who does not do housework.

She was wearing a sexy dress with lace.

A lewd moan drifted past your ears.

The husband is... sucking, the breasts are...

Some of the heat gathered in the private part, and you rubbed it through the cloth, but it became itchier, so you groaned in a low voice.

"Tsk tsk, what did I find?" Without warning, silently — a smug smile appeared by the door and came to you. That's your husband, Toji Fushiguro. The usual black shirt, with chiseled muscles looming from the fabric. You turned to look for the remote, but it was already taken from him. "A bad girl who peeks at her husband's stuff."

You tried to justify yourself. "... I'm sorry... it's not what you saw, Toji, I-I didn't mean to peek...!"

He raised his eyebrows, "But this is the result. Tell me now, do you deserve the punishment?" This person who subverts the world formed by tradition and curse, his voice is always low, but with a hint of arrogance and playfulness, always inspires those cravings that shouldn't be there.

"...Yes." You lowered your head.

"Yes, what?"

You put on a faint cry. "Yes, I should be punished, Toji. I shouldn't have peeked at your stuff."

"Say, I'll be your good wife. Say this."

"I-I…"

Are you really going to say that?

The shards tangled in the objects, clattering into tiny notes, reminding you to stay sane — you have ideals and goals, not cooking, sewing, cleaning, taking care of your husband and kids.

Not a traditional housewife.

Not every day with open legs waiting for a husband. He's not even a husband. You — you didn't go to register for marriage, you didn't take wedding photos. You broke up. It was him; it was he who dragged you back.

When he first explained another world to you, the cursed spirit was clinging to the gate, laying down 281 layers of bondage. The sound of locking rang through the night. Thud. Thud. Thud. Every echo declares that you can't step outside this place unless master Toji Fushiguro allows it.

But, if you leave here, where can you go? His specialties are tracking and fighting; ask those Jujutsu Sorcerers to protect you? All the names he erased were sorcerers. Plus, you've considered Megumi as your own son, and it's hard to bear any sign of sadness on his face. and —

The thought of him getting tired of abandoning you and no longer thinking of you as a competent wife boils in your stomach with anxiety and sorrow, forcing you to make every promise of eternal loyalty.

"I-I'll be your good wife, Toji."

"Good girl." He licked the corner of his mouth and muttered. "Then you should know what the punishment is."

There was nothing to hide from Toji's eyes.

You are wearing a maternity dress which Toji bought for you. Holding the skirt, you bite your lip and slowly lift it up to show your husband.

Toji had already guessed your state, which further confirmed his opinion - your breasts are swollen beyond their original size, some milk is leaking from the inside. The abdomen is particularly rounded under the light, contrasting with the swollen breasts. When he realized it was your natural preparation for the baby, he couldn't resist the urge to harden in his crotch.

"When did you get milk?" Toji held up your breasts gently, thumbs around your nipples as if checking the storage.

"A week ago..." You whimper, an unusual sensitivity that comes with the milk. The corners of Toji's mouth twitched in a malicious smirk, and you're familiar with that smile — that means he's going to bully you.

Sure enough, he lowered his head and leaned close to your chest, teasing the tip of his tongue on the swollen tits, licking away the colostrum that had come, while the other hand massaged the breast skillfully, seducing the new cream to flow out. That itchiness has no place to vent; you can only rub your legs slowly, so there is still a little pleasant stimulation in the private parts.

"Toji...please..." The mist drifted to your eyes, "Touch me."

"Where do you want me to touch you, baby?"

"Touch my...my pussy, please...Toji..."

He snickered. "Guess I can't say no to a little slut like that."

The panties that your husband bought for you are comfortable cotton for pregnant women, but they have luxurious patterns sewn on the sides and a small bow on the front. Now, this is swaying gently in the air, revealing the essence of eroticism in purity. Thick fingers penetrated the sensitive, smooth inner wall, and the thumb, still outside, pushed through the soaked folds and stroked the tiny buds that were desperately needed. Joyful notes pop from your tongue, and bliss runs through you like an escaped rabbit. Without anyone playing with your boobs, but the gushing fluid get onto his fingers, the milk from flowed out involuntarily — pregnant milk wasn't much, just thin, but still pounding his visual senses.

"How perfect..." Toji's throat went dry at sight. He whispered into your ear. "It proves that your body expects punishment from your husband, doesn't it?"

"...Yes." You timidly admit. "Fuck-fuck me, husband."

Toji's jet-black short hair fell on his forehead, and the taut muscles were covered with black cloth, but the explosive power implied in it was still visible. He can usually carry you on his back with one hand, but now it's different — you're carrying a precious baby. He rips off your panties, then lifts your hips and waist with both hands, and places you on top of him like a gorgeous doll. His crotch is already bulging like a hill, the eager cock inside jumps out — thick and long in size and red glans oozing pre-cum, standing upright in your dripping pussy with a natural deterrent.

It's not the first time you've had sex with your husband, but you're still intimidated by his cock. You move your ass slowly-slowly…until your husband lazily reminds you, "Do you want to be punished harder, doll?".

"Sit on my cock," he ordered.

Then you obey. You would obey Toji's orders so willingly that in your heart, all those tapes showing what kind of monster he was would stop playing. The trembling and wet folds rubbed against the glans, like flowers blooming in the fields, gradually propping up the tight walls.

"To-Toji...I can't do it, this is too big! This-this..." You grumble tearfully but don't know that this is one of your husband's favorite scenes. No matter how many times you take his dick perfectly, you have a visceral fear of this size. All he needs to do is a little pushing — to push his dick up, causing a pitiful scream.

"Look? This fit, I've fucked the baby into your body." He teased.

According to the parenting website, Toji quietly lay back on the soft pillow to prevent pressing you and his baby but still maintained a ruthless appearance. While you're whimpering on his cock like a stupid slut that's been destroyed, he's trying to give a new pinnacle to tight inner walls. With one hand, he held the thigh that was rubbing against flesh and slammed it upward cautiously and firmly, while the thumb of the other hand swirled around the tiny pearl.

The adult video is still playing, and now it's showing the supposedly bright future housewife being fucked by her husband, with a close-up of her reluctant but intoxicated look. The reflection pouring out of the electronic screen is the lewd gesture of you riding Toji with your round belly and shaking with your husband's cock.

Based on you sitting on dick, almost defenseless, he can smoothly rub against sensitive spots, stretch your pelvis, and cause your thighs to shiver. Toji told himself he had to be pretty careful not to really destroy you, but at the same time, there was a wilder, more eager energy driving him to give each loud slap—spoil you, fuck you, train you, and fuck another baby into your body. And the machine and the moans from the bed were intertwined, causing the room to reverberate with the sound of water hitting the flesh.

In the restrained but still relentless pounding, the wall encasing the shape of his dick exudes wanton heat, and a new throbbing builds up, the milk running down the belly.

"It feels good, eh?" he mumbled.

"... IT-IT'S SO GOOD, IT FEELS Sooo GOOD~!!..." You bear the constant pounding under you, unconsciously sticking out the tip of your tongue, struggling to let out every cute moan.

"Can you be my sweet little wife and take good care of our family?"

You screamed and promised. "I will! I will be YOUR sweet little wife!"

Even Toji Fushiguro, who had seen countless scenes, could no longer tolerate this situation. If you weren't pregnant, he would have to spank your ass raw as he always does — exhales a heavy, shaky breath, rubbing your ass with his big hands, pressing down on his hard cock. With that dazzling pause, the sticky, warm seed spurted out, filling the twitching pussy. You are all silent for dozens of seconds, immersed in this boundless happiness. When you both calm down, Toji hugs you like a doll again.

"Toji..."

You closed your eyes and stuck out the tip of your tongue, waiting for your husband's kiss. Toji appreciates this gesture first, then meets your lips, plundering the oxygen inside, and sucking the sweetness on your lips.

To be fair, neither of you wanted to leave each other, but you were the one who let him go first. He cautiously bypasses your belly, avoiding any sleep movements that are about to overwhelm the child. You rubbed your eyes but held on. "...Remember to pick up Megumi. The class will be over in a few hours...and I've prepared the materials for dinner..."

He responds absentmindedly, patting you on the back, urging you to fall asleep. Adequate rest is good for both the child and the pregnant woman. After a few minutes, your breathing gradually flattened, and your relaxed chest heaved up and down, just like you who accompany him every night.

"...I love you...Toji...love..."

He turned his head sharply and caught a glimpse of your lips moving, murmuring these words.

Toji Fushiguro hates alcohol. A body completely removed of cursed energy, it seems that even intoxicating alcohol cannot have any effect. He drank all night in the third month after her death, and people kept sitting down with him. He started having sex with random women, screaming, orgasm, forgetting. Some money and a cheap snuggle. People only begin chatting when they want to be hugged.

Thinking about it now, he didn't even remember the appearance of any of them.

So when he found you, Toji just thought. Oh, another one.

He doesn't know why you're tidying up his messy apartment. Even though he was pushing you away, you came back with a smile and prepared every meal for him and Megumi. You gave up that buying new clothes and accessories under his gaze, paying for every so-called "date." On some moonless nights, faint sobbing came from the bed. You poked him quietly while he was sleeping, but were afraid of being discovered. You covered your cheek and peeked at him through the cracks in your fingers.

After you left, he discovered that some people's hugs were just for dedication, but at that time, there was no way to get you back, so why not make you a real housewife? You will eventually forget how he used to treat you.

He observes your sleeping appearance, pulling a small tuft of hair back behind your ear.

His little wife. Spoiled and carrying his baby.

Thinking about big dick Toji

Warnings: Masturbation mentioned, unprotected sex (Don’t be dumb..Wrap it up), Breeding kink,pet names (Daddy, Mommy,baby,Slut) and more. F!reader x Dilf!Toji

Toji always keeps his words just like he keeps his dick inside you. Both of y’all ended up in the bedroom, sex in the air, moan-whimpers and groans filling up the room trying not to be loud and wake megumi up. Toji dick going in and out your sticky walls his tip kissing your cervix. Your moans is music to his ears, he love the way you try not to moan but end up moaning. Toji going deeper and deeper wile one hand on your hip and the other one on your head forcing your head down in the pillow. It wasn’t working as much, Toji can still hear your little moans. “Omg… Toji mmhm right there baby..Don’t stop” your words dragging sounding like mumbling. That was a sign for toji to go faster “You don’t want daddy to stop do ya slut??Tell me you my slutty whore!! Let me ah-shit..Let me hear ya baby” those words sinking in “I’m your … your slutty whore daddy, ohh m’gonna cum daddy..gonna cum” your words kinda stumble but it got across.The only thing that matters is Toji not pulling out “How would you like walking around with my fucking baby in that round belly of yours huh? You want me to cum in this pretty tight pussy?You want that mommy?ohhh shit..” his groans so fucking attractive you can hear it all day. “Yess Daddy please cum in me daddy, i-I want your your babies Zaddy pleaaasssseee Ahh so good daddy” The moment you thought about what you said at that moment of toji milking you up, you never regretted.

But its a month later and your in the bathroom taking a pregnancy test wile toji looking at you crying wile he has that stupid grin.