| Itadori Yuuji

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 | itadori yuuji

warnings . . . fem reader ( she / her prns ), frat boy yuuji, oral sex ( m -> f ), fingering, squirting, pet name usage ( ex. good girl, pretty, baby ), dacryphilia, creampie, reader’s 19 + yuu’s 20 n he has a fat dick :c

word count . . . approx. 3.6k

maisie's note ! . . . no wordz. dis all started off as a drabble given to me by my puppie nonnie. title based off of one my favvv songz ever by faye ! minors pls don’t interact :3 & if i missed anything in da tagz let me know ! muah ! !

temptation comes in the form of three embodiments.

they’re simple; the desire of the flesh — things that our physical bodies crave. the desire of the eyes — accouterments that look good or that we think make us look good, and ultimately, the pride of life — the things that give us status.

or, at the very least, that’s what you’ve been taught, told, and trained to think. 

wrong.

they’ve all been so . . fucking . . wrong; completely steered left of what true, distilled, unadulterated temptation looks like. it doesn’t come in the form of a slithering, machiavellian serpent nor a candy-red painted ferrari full to the brim of duffel bags of thousands. no, not even close.

it’s in the incarnation of a guy — a boy with fluffy tufts of cotton candy pink seated atop a head and rings of bubbling, golden champagne wrapped around dark, bottomless pupils. and it’s not like you aren’t aware of how itadori yuuji makes you feel, contradictorily, it’s quite the opposite. you’re a little bit too keen on realizing how sometimes you’d catch the broad line of his stature across your campus’ quad, how sometimes you don’t even mean to but you’d find yourself daydreaming about those pretty hands you’d normally see wrapped around the girth of a football, his duffel bag strap, and even a bottle of glacier cherry gatorade ( his favorite flavor, you picked that up too ) intertwined within your own. 

yuuji’s an enticement — or, let your sorority president say it, a stratagem used to lure you in, just as the rest of his ‘ detestable, disgusting, and obnoxious ‘ frat brothers are.

“i dunno,” you always tell her — voice soft and gentle in a way to assure her that you weren’t enervating her authority. “he seems pretty sweet.” 

he is. you’re sure of it. 

because no one else offers to carry your duffel on the walk to your sorority house at night when it’s cold and your muscles are taut and pulled tight after two and a half hours of splits, round offs, and full twists. especially not during rush week, when yuuji himself should be exhausted with football practice, exams, and being on his fraternity’s executive council. 

but that’s the thing — it’s rush week.

“and it gets pretty crazy out here on campus, not gonna lie,” he gives you a charming, little smile, holding the both of your duffel bags on one of his shoulders like they were merely the weight of a simple backpack. 

you’re curious and it shows in your voice when you gently murmur, “like how?” because you’re only a freshmen, only been in eta phi mu gamma for a piffling four months now. you’re, what everyone on campus older than you seems to call, fresh meat. 

and yuuji seems like he hadn’t expected you to ask that question, because his lips part at the opening of his sentence before they snap back closed then he’s furrowing his eyebrows a bit and giving a small, ‘ hm. ‘ “uh, ‘s just a lot of . . tension, among all of the frats and sororities,” his voice grows a little dimmer here but his smile widens. “ ‘specially between yours and mine.”

“mhm.” you’re growing closer and closer to your house and you are fully aware of the fact that your president refuses to sleep until she’s absolutely sure everyone’s inside, which sometimes leaves her pacing the foyer and checking the windows at random intervals. so, you stop yuuji about two houses away with a small hand to his chest. he’s taller than you, hence you having to tilt your chin skywards just a bit to make eye contact with him, and he’s staring at you — with this faraway glint in his eye and just the slightest curve of a smirk lifting the corner his lips.

you quickly grow coy. “thank you for walking me home.”

“mhm.”

he’s not making a move to give you your bag just yet, consequently leaving you to keep talking. “i appreciate it, a-a lot, yuuji. i know you’re probably tired, too.”

“ ‘s no problem.” 

when he hands you your duffel, your fingers brush up against one another’s and you try not to flinch back too quick in fear of giving him the wrong idea — that you didn’t like the feeling because you really, really did. 

he smiles, all big, bright, and boyish that has all of the sharp lines and etches that make up his handsome face softening — his pretty eyes crinkling up into curved crescents and his cheeks fattening up at the apples. “i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you’re blushing, “yeah,” you whisper. “mhm. bye, yuuji.”

“president aoi of kappa tau nu has invited us to a party tonight and we’re going — and before you all ask, yes, this is a mandatory event and no, you, and i’m looking at you mai, can not squirm your way out of this by faking the stomach flu. we’re all going.”

you don’t understand the logic behind some of your prex’s decisions, however, you know better than to ask her or your vice president to elaborate on them. to your knowledge, the bickering and quarrel between kappa tau nu and eta phi mu gamma has dated back a few decades — a classic prank on the other gone wrong that’s sparked a rivalry that’ll, by reasonable assumption, edge into a lifetime.

you’re aware that your president would rather you and your sisters not to speak to, let alone have sexual relations with, a member of kappa tau nu, however, all things considered, itadori yuuji is, and will always be a carrot, and you, a ditzy, dumb, little bun. 

because you don’t know how you ended up ass up, face down with your flimsy, silk, lace trimmed and cherry printed dress pushed up underneath the globes of your tits in someone’s bed ( you think it’s yuuji’s friend inumaki’s given the tiny star wars figurines and topple of books sitting on a desk beside an apple computer ) after only stepping foot into this party twenty minutes ago, but, you are. 

and yuuji’s behind you, dressed in a pair of dark washed levis, a simple white tee, his letterman jacket, and a gold, rope chain hanging from his neck. you can feel it swinging back and forth against your thighs as his chilled, calloused fingers took hold of the soft, full meat of your ass cheeks to spread them apart and get a nice eye full of your winking taint and dripping pussy.

you’re whining, fist loosely curled up in front of your mouth, and small feet kicking ‘cause you feel him just staring and you need him to do something. “yuuji, please.”

his pretty, lil cheerleader.

he’s had his eye on you since the moment he saw you moving your things into the eta phi mu gamma house across the street and four down from his window. so pretty, you’re just so . . fucking . . pretty, and yuuji needed you like a human being needed fucking air. fuck aoi, fuck your president, and fuck anyone who wants to get in the way of him having you right here and fucking now.

‘cause you’re so sweet, all doe-eyed, tender, and gentle — offering him another gatorade when your squad decides to practice on the field with his team and you slip off to the vending machine ‘ because it’s really hot out here and i thought you’d be thirsty, ‘ you always say. 

“oh, fuck,” he breathes out, rolling the spheres of your ass in slow circles while slowly pressing them in close together then pulling back apart to watch your pussy open up and close back again like a shy, blossoming flower. 

you’re dripping. there’s a pearl of slick clinging onto your little clit before it slowly starts to drop — lengthening an orb into a sticky thread. “fuck,” he says again, although his voice ebbs off into a little whine at the end of the word and his hand falls down onto the soft skin of your ass with a sharp smacking sound. “prettiest lil pussy i’ve ever seen.”

you whimper. yuuji’s ears catch it. 

he laughs, it’s soft and husky — like the sight of you has him short of breath. “is my admiration of you taking too long?”

surprisingly you nod, and he watches your little fingers curl into fists to grasp onto the soft, navy blue duvet. 

“huh?” yuuji lets his tongue press against the inside of his cheek while he smiles. “yeah?”

and you hiccup, softly mumbling out, “uh huh. wan’ — i wan’ you right here.” you reach out between your legs to grab a few of his fingers and press them against your cunt. without hesitation, he watches your thighs tremble at the sensation of his graze.

“want me right here?” yuuji doesn’t want to tease you. the sound of his clothes rustling against one another as he moves to arch himself over you has you curling your toes in your soft white, frilly socks. “want yuuji right here?” his breath hits the shell of your ear while he starts to rub your clit in soothing, little circles and your eyelashes flutter closed as your mouth drops open around a soft cry.

“yes, please,” you’re whimpering and nodding, threaded brows furrowing in close which has the skin folding between them. “please, yuu’ — h-hah.”

soft, sticky kisses are stamped across your ear, down your neck, to your cheek. you have to tilt your head back to sloppily smack your lips to his into a sodden, unkempt kiss, allowing him access when he politely asks for it which has your tongue gliding past his lips, against the roof of his mouth and his around yours. 

his hand leaves your cunt, just for a moment so that he can swat another spank to your ass and squeeze the skin and then his fingers touch your pussy again — glide against the folds of your labia, across your clit, and dip just the slightest bit inside of you; almost as if he were collecting every single drop of your essence on the pads of them just so that he can break your kiss, lift up on his knees, and lay his digits against the cushion of his own tongue.

“fuck.”

you taste heavenly. scarily so. 

he needs a drink from the direct source. down he goes, and up he pushes you, so that he can peel apart your cheeks again and snap his mouth shut around your fat, leaking pussy. 

your little legs shoot up and your spine pulls straight. it’s a sudden surge of overwhelming pleasure before his tongue starts to steadily stroke against the throbbing bead of your clit which has you trembling back lax with a shaky, little, “oh, yuu’” gliding past your lips while your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

yuuji’s sloppy with it, as with almost everything he does. he fucks his spit into you with the pointed end of his tongue until it overfills and starts to drip back out of you, mixed poorly with the cherry sweetness of your slick which permits him with the chance to wrap his lips around your clit and suck. 

and you give him the prettiest sounds — high pitched whines, weak gurgles, and sloppy slurs of his name because of the drool trickling down the corner of your glossed lips.

you let the tops of your socked feet press into the back of yuuji’s head to pull him in and you push yourself rearward closer to his face. “d-don’t stop,” you’re mewling, hips starting to lift and drop so that you’re blatantly using his fucking face and yuuji thinks he’s two seconds away from cumming in his pants. “please. please, yuuji.”

he won’t. he won’t.

the sounds echoing off within the four walls of inumaki’s room, over the hard bass of bryson tiller’s sorry not sorry are disgusting. waterfalls composed from the mix of his saliva and your juices drip off of yuuji’s chin and smears against the surface of his cheeks with loud squelches and slurps and he lets his tongue slip back into his mouth to swallow what you give him with an audible gulp. 

because of how good it feels, tears start to bubble up and glaze over your eyes, turning your once sharp vision into a blur as you feel yuuji’s hands grip onto your hips to pin you still. “c-cumming,” you gasp. “‘mcumming’mcumming.”

the feel of your little pussy clenching and relaxing around his tongue, followed by the gooey feel of your release dripping down across it has yuuji flat out mesmerized. he doesn’t think he can stop. he wants to pin you here for the rest of both of your days and have more — doesn’t think he can go on with the rest of his life knowing you have the sweetest fucking pussy he’s ever tasted and not having it in his mouth every second of everyday. 

“ ‘s so much,” you’re whimpering come a minute later when you’re realizing that yuuji hasn’t moved and looks like he doesn’t plan on moving for a while. “yuu’ — yuuji, p-please, ‘s too much.”

he’ll have mercy on you . . just this one time. 

he pulls off out of breath and lets you fall into a limp less lump. you thought that’d be it — that he’d be done, but you hear the sound of his clothes rustling again, and the heavy thump of his letterman falling on the floor then you’re being flipped over and your calves are touching your ears. it happens in a whirr too fast for your ditzy, little brain to handle but when it all catches up, you’re aware that yuuji has the bottom hem of his tee held between the sharp, white lines of teeth and he’s tapping his fat cock against the plush meat of your needy pussy.

“she’s so fuckin’ greedy,” he mumbles, voice muffled beneath the fabric. “can i have it, baby? . . hm?”

you shouldn’t let him. are you giving yourself up too easy? how would your president feel about this? what if you get pregnant? why is his cock so fucking fat? 

“uh huh.”

your glazed over eyes look up into his the minute he starts to inch in with a careful nudge of his hips. your pussy opens up beautifully and welcomes him with needy clenches and quivers. “h-hng, shit,” your eyebrows are furrowing and face is grimacing and you’re trying to pull your hips back ‘cause — fuck, it’s too big. “no, no—“

“—uh uh, c’mere.”

you’re sniffling, “yuuji, it’s too big—“

“—it’ll fit,” he shushes you and leans down to lay a sweet kiss on your lips. “i’ll make it fit. shh, jus relax f’me. mhm, there you go.”

what’s the point of letting you suffer eight minutes — a minute for every inch of him — in pain? yuuji leans up, shoots a line of spit on your clit to help lube up the slide then pulls his hips back before pushing all of him inside of you with a firm snap of his hips.

your gasp is loud — he wouldn’t be surprise if someone heard it downstairs even over the music — and the sharp, tapered squares of your acrylics dig into the muscled meat of his shoulders. “there we go,” he’s groaning and kissing your tears away, maybe even licking a few here and there, but that’s neither here nor there. yuuji just wants you to know that he’s proud of you. “good girl.”

his initial thirsts are long and slow. you feel every single fucking inch and it’s otherworldly. one of your arms finds itself draped over the back of his neck and your other hand grips onto his bulging bicep as you look between your bodies to watch him plunge down into your soppy center then back out, shaft coming out wetter and wetter than before.

“oh god,” your voice is weak and trembly. “oh god, yuuji.”

“good fuckin’ girl.” with each thrust inside, a splatter of wetness sprays out of you and wets his groin and lower tummy. yuuji doesn’t even think you’re cumming again, you’re just that fucking soaked and god, he can’t believe you’ve held this from him for this long. 

from then on out it’s nothing but deep, rough thrusts of his cock falling in and lifting out of your soft pussy. you feel so sensitive. each thrust has your body breaking out into shudders and you can’t seem to keep your eyes open, no matter how hard you try. his cockhead nudges the ridge of your cervix just the slightest and you think it should be painful, it kind of is, but it’s mostly fucking addicting. 

“ ‘m gonna cum — h-hm — a-again, yuuji.”

oh god, you’re pouting at him — bottom lip jutted out the tiniest bit and your eyes are bright and teary. “go ahead,” he’s panting and marking a hickey against the crook of your neck. somewhere he knows it’d be hard for you to cover with sweaters and hoodies and high necked tees. “lemme have it, huh? let me have it, pretty.”

your head tilts back and tendons in your neck strain as the previous composure you’ve been trying to contain finally drops the second your cum starts to squirt out around his dick, leaving yuuji having to pull out and rub your pulsing clit until your shudders ease off into tolerable twitches. “h-hah . . mm.” sniffling, you’re holding tight onto his forearms to pull him back up towards you. 

“so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he’s whispering against your lips and lifting you up into his arms. “why are you so pretty, hm?”

you’re tired and you’re sweaty and you think he’s drained every ounce of energy within your body, but you don’t think you want to stop. not ever. not with him. 

“c’mon,” you’re wiggling your hips at him when you manage to roll over onto on all fours, back arched and knees spread. “gimmie. wan’ more, yuuji.”

“y’sure?” he’s already grabbing the girth of his dick within one big hand and inching his tip past a band of muscle. he waits for your little ‘mhm’ though prior to him slipping all the way inside. one of your hands reach back to press against his tummy, “ ‘s deep.” so yuuji opts to grab it, plus your other, cross them, and pin them to your lower back.

his pace is steady. smack. smack. smack.

your voice is muffled in the thick fabric of the comforter as a few pillows began to topple over the edge of the bed due to the sheer power and strength behind each one of his pounds. “fuckfuckfuckfuck.”

“shit, y’gonna make me cum,” he hisses, watching the meat of your ass jiggle with each hit of his pelvis against it. “god, good fuckin girl.”

a smack to your ass, grip of your tit, and the sound of your teary ‘ yuuji ‘ has his orgasm hitting him like a fucking eighteen wheeler. yuuji forces himself to pull out and jerks his palm over his girth — two, three times before lines of thick, white cum are spurting out from the crown of his cock and painting your ass and lower back. “jesus f-fuckin’—“

you’re panting and yuuji’s groaning, letting his cock rub between the soft skin of your ass cheeks until he’s spent. and you don’t know what you expect to happen between you now … you allow yourself to fall flat on your tummy though, and you feel him climbing off the bed and the sound of his clothes shuffling again.

you expect that he’s probably getting back dressed and leaving and you try not to let your heart fall too deep into the pit of your stomach because — it’s to be expected. you both, somewhat, got what you wanted and it was, somewhat, more than enough.

but, then there’s the feeling of a warm, damp cloth wiping up the cooling cum sitting on your backside and you’re lifting your head to see that yuuji had only slid back on his boxers, leaving his jeans and jacket off and — he isn’t leaving.

shockingly different from the darkened eyes that were just pinning you down where you laid two minutes ago, he’s giving you a kind smile to match twin orbs of honey brown. “y’feel okay?” he’s softly asking. “sore anywhere?”

“h-huh?” your lips are plump and gaped open and, fuck, yuuji hates that his dick twitches in his briefs. he wants to tell himself he’s had enough. “no, no. ‘m okay, i feel,” you look away and he watches a cute, shy smile start to lift your lips. “i feel . . good.”

“you feel . . good?” yuuji copies the dreamy, soft way you said it and watches you flush and go to roll over and throw a pillow to his head. he chuckles. “alright. alright, i just wanna be sure.”

your lips wrap around a big ‘o’ and your eyes squint close as a long yawn crawls from the base of your throat. 

“you’re sleepy,” he hums and grabs his phone from the nightstand to check the time. “ ‘s only ten pm, baby.”

you’re still whimpering and nuzzling the comforter underneath your cheek like a lazy kit, like you couldn’t care less about what he’s spewing. “ ‘m tired, yuu’,” you’re pouting and blinking slowly at him. 

yuuji’s sighing and lets the room take on a calm silence … and he isn’t surprised when your eyes start to close with the somewhat quiet comfort. “fuck, c’mon.” he’s grabbing his letterman and lifting you up so that he can push one of your arms into the sleeve, then the other, then he’s buttoning it all the way up to the neck. “ ‘s isn’t my room—“

“—i knew it wasn’t,” you grumble through a stubborn pout, watching him quickly put back on his jeans. he doesn’t even bother zipping them up, simply swoops you up into his arms bridal style after grabbing your phone, pocketing it, then taking your fluffy, little handheld purse and throwing his arm through the strap and over his shoulder.

“let’s go,” he chuckles and kisses your temple. “and, uhm, lets make sure to never mention this to toge, alright?”

he waits for your sleepy ‘mhm’ before opening the door and slipping out into the hall before down to his own room, letting his door shut behind you both with a soft click.

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𝙱𝙾𝙳𝚈𝙶𝚄𝙰𝚁𝙳!𝚃𝙾𝙹𝙸 - the first time he fucks you is at a bar.

3508wc. n\\fw. drinking, blurry consent, public restroom sex (unprotected), oral. barely edited. gets fluffy toward the end bc i cannot help myself

BODYGUARD!TOJI was barely of 16 when your father plucked him from his clan. he’d been barely 16, trained to fight from the moment he was born, and given to you a for your 13th birthday. he knows what happened -he won a fight, your father paid a hefty price for him, and his family handed him over like an animal-, but knows fuck all about how you ended up his responsibility. he’d been forced to fight for as long as he could remember, bred for that sole purpose, and protecting something -someone- was nothing like it.

but he had no choice but to accept the responsibility, made sweeter by the money and comfort that came with it. so, he plays knight-and-princess with you. lets you do fuck all as long as you don’t make his job tedious. and he finds that you’re amusing as time passes, so even tho he’d rather be bashing someone head into a concrete underground for others’ entertainment, he finds himself sticking closer and closer to you. his green gaze bored but always focused. always attentive. doesn’t even really like taking time off because he doesn’t trust anyone else to have your best interest in mind.

(doesn’t like other people touching his things, either.)

and proof of this comes one evening in a bar you shouldn’t know anything about. because you are a little princess- he’s made sure to keep you this way, following your fathers orders- and no little princess of his should know anything about where he goes to get his dick wet.

and yet: you’re sitting at a table with a group he recognizes from your college days. it’s a shock to his system, seeing how much they’ve grown. seeing that they’re men and not scrawny little crew members. and, in turn, seeing how much you’ve grown.

it hits him like a ton of fucking bricks. he doesn’t know how he missed it beyond the fact that he’s been doing his job, but he watches as you laugh at something one of them says before taking a shot. and then another. and another- this one spills from your lips, falling onto your bared chest and slipping between your breasts and he wonders where the fuck whoever was assigned to you is because this is the last thing you should be doing.

but, there is no sign of them. so he watches from his vantage point, keeping track of you as you attempt to cut yourself off while one of the little assholes continues to push drinks in your direction. and after an hour, when you get up to go to the restroom and said asshole teammate follows, toji is forced to recognize that his job has become a lifestyle. and his lifestyle is you.

of all fucking things.

so he follows and finds you in the bathroom. bent over the sink as the little asshole eats you out. and he has to hand it to you -as his eyes dart from where the other man is buried between your thighs to the view of you in the mirror, your tits squished together between your arms and hazy bliss on your face- he’s impressed by the turn of events. amused as your lips part under the low lights and you shift your weight to arch your back and reach back to adjust his head.

it’s your moan that snaps him out of it, whatever the fuck it is, forcing him to scowl before he growls your name. your eyes open slowly, finding him in the mirror, and shock flickers across your features for barely a second before your lashes flutter against your cheeks. 

“t-toji,” you breathe as your finger loosen in your old teammate's hair.

he has no fucking clue how he hears you over the roar of the bar. no clue except for the fact that he’s perfectly-conditioned -no, fine-tuned to everything about you.

it’s a death sentence. truly.  (and worse: he doesn’t hate it.)

“whoa,” the old teammate says. “dude. you’re still around?”

toji’s eyes flicker down to see the boy wiping his mouth with the back of hand.

“of course he is. what type of stupid question is that, brock?” you ask as you pull up your jeans. “toji and i will always be together.”

the other man -brock- looks between the two of you in surprise before asking, “like, romantically?”

“get out,” toji bites out, watching as you turn to lean your bum on the sink. “now, little boy.”

“what are you even doing here?” you ask once you’re alone. 

he ignores the question in favor saying, “only sluts gets fucked in bathrooms. the filthier the cheaper.”

“ouch.” he watches as your hips wiggle distractedly, the desire for pleasure still drawn tight over your skin. “thank you for the vote of confidence.”

he sucks his teeth. “let’s go.”

“i came out to get laid. i’m not- don’t look at me. you don’t think i’m a virgin do you?”

“yes.”

you grin. it’s shit eating and his fists clench at his sides as you say, “oh” in a sympathetic tone that wedges itself under his skin. “i’m so sorry to disappoint, toji…to take that from you.”

he sees red. feels it burn through every inch of him. hears it, even, rushing through his ears. he says your name, tone clipped and cold. “let’s go.”

you don't budge. “why are you here? for the same reason?”

“where the fuck is whoever’s watching you?”

you cross your arms, framing your breasts in your low cut top, and he can’t believe how distracting it is considering he’s gone god-knows-how-long without noticing. “you’re the only one who takes care of me. everyone else lets me do whatever i want.”

“irresponsible,” he hisses and you laugh. “we’re leaving.”

“um, no. i need to get fucked.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who feels like ice water has been thrown on him. who feels his cock start to stiffen as his lip curls in disgust. BODYGUARD!TOJI who resists the urge to manhandle you out of the restroom and bar by the skin of his teeth. BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches as your mouth curls to one side, mirth flashing in your eyes, and hears himself ask, “oh, you need to get fucked, huh?”

the bathroom door is still propped open with his foot, his large body taking up every inch of the doorway, and the look you shoot him cords desire through every inch of his body.

you’ve always been his. for as long as you all have known each other you’ve belonged to him and now -now- he sees a way to own you further. deeper.

his cock throbs as the idea bounces around in his head until he finally lets the door go and turns the lock. you gasp, eyes brightening with excitement as you straighten up, hips once again moving attractively under his watchful eyes.

“are you finally going to give me what i want?”

he has to hold himself back. he knows it. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop.

“i’m not going to give you anything,” he tells you as he closes the distance. “i am going to take, though.”

your body softens, submits to him as he fills the space before you. you nod, looking up at him through your lashes. “whatever you want.”

his hand settles on your hips. he hears your voice in his head, again asking are you finally going to give me what i want? he had no idea, and as he feels your skin under his palm he wonders how long you’ve wanted anything from him.

“you know you just have to ask. don’t you?”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t really let you answer. who kisses you instead, tongue slow and sweet on purpose, savoring the moment with you just in case this is the only time. who can’t unsee the woman you’ve become since his eyes were opened, and doesn’t really want to.

BODYGUARD!TOJI who pops the button on your jeans and flattens his palm against your stomach before slipping in. who lets his index and pinky fingers flank your lips as his ring and middle fingers push between them. who finds you soaking wet from more than just the mouth of that little fucking boy you’d been suffering through oral with. who smiles at the needy little cry you give, your face pressing into his chest.

“how bad have you wanted it, baby?” he hums as he plays with your clit, fingers circling and teasing. “pussy is so fucking wet…”

“don’t tease,” you breathe, fingers digging into his arm. “you already know- haa, Tojiii, fuck-”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who always gives you what you want. who pushes his fingers into your hole and fucks you with them, his other hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you to his chest. who chuckles at the way your hands clench at his tshirt, your little pants wetting the fabric as he fucks you on his fingers.

“tell me what you need, princess.”

“your cock” -you nuzzle into his chest and toji feels something irrational pulse through him, a reminder that you’re his and that you’ve wanted him settling low in his stomach- “need it, toji. hard and fast until i’m- i’m- fuck yes” -your hips cant forward, grinding your clit to his palm, and there’s a sick, sticky sound that draws a groan from his stomach- “please.”

“until you’re what?”

“be-begging you to stop. until…until after that.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t disappoint. who pulls his hand from your cunt and sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning at your taste and smirking at the way your eyes watch his, hazy and hungry. 

he’s drunk off of it. off of you and it’s the greatest feeling. he doesn’t think he’ll be able to give it up.

“ask for it.”

“ask?” you tease, curious amusement in your gaze. “not beg?” you tilt your chin and he kisses you, tongue stroking yours.

his thumb strokes your check. “i want to hear you ask for it. explicitly.”

“i’m asking you to fuck me like a cheap slut in a filthy bathroom.”

he smirks, licking his lips as he steps back. “turn around.”

you do, eyes meeting his in the mirror, and he’s rough as he tugs your jeans low enough. his hands squeeze at your hips and ass, thumbs digging into the crease of your thighs before pushing back into your hole and pulling you open. he watches the way your eyes flutter closed, feels the way you attempt to push back into him, and realizes that others have seen this version of you. that this glimpse into your pleasure isn’t his and his alone.

it draws a growl from his chest.

he fucks his fingers into you, hard and fast as his other hand wraps around your waist. his fingers slide through the mess you’ve made of yourself, settling on your clit and circling. faster and faster as you tremble in his arms. 

your eyes barely hold onto his as your head tilts back toward him in pleasure. he fucks you through it, adding a finger to stretch you open for him and cupping your cunt in his big hand once you attempt to wiggle away from him.

“haaa,” you breathe, looking back at him in the mirror. he dips his face into your shoulder, breathing you in, and the familiar scent of your perfume and skin mixes with the smell of your sex, overwhelming his senses and leaving him throbbing.

“fuck, toji- i-” he gives you a squeeze before letting you go “-so good. felt sooo good.”

he drops your gaze and focuses on pulling his hard on from his jeans. he decides -somewhere between fisting his thick cock and rubbing the head to your slit- that he can fuck thought of anyone else from your mind. that he won’t have to worry about if there will be a second time, just about when.

“c-condom?”

“no.” he smirks at you. “i’m fucking you raw, princess.”

“b-but-”

“‘m clean,” he breathes, “and you’re mine, yn.”

he hears your breath catch, feels the way you shift needily. “yours, huh?” you ask, looking over your shoulder at him. “how many girls have you fucked raw?”

“how many brocks have you?”

“never,” you answer. “i’ve never fucked anyone without a condom.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who doesn’t bother hiding his groan of pleasure or shy away from leaning in to kiss the curve of your cheek. who feels like he’s won a prize- who knows he has. “good girl.”

“toji,” you bite out, your annoyance making him smirk.

“you’re the first.” he licks his lips as he fits his cock between your swollen folds, his drooling tip teasing you mercilessly. “the only… do you trust me?”

“trust suggests i doubt you, t-toji.” your statement is broken by a whimper. “i d-don’t doubt you…i could never.”

he licks at your neck, teeth grazing your skin at the taste as you say, “i’m asking you to ruin me.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who bullies his cock into you and laughs as you cum from his sheer size, your moans and whimpers of pleasure filling his ears. who fucks you hard and slow against the bathroom sink, one hand on your shoulder and the other on your hip as he takes and takes and takes, each stoke long and hard.

he never looks away from you, green eyes focused on watching pleasure play out on your features. watches you become his and his alone as he pounds you through another orgasm, your pretty lips parted and gaze unfocused as you breathe his name like it’s the only thing you know.

“-toji, t-toji, tojiiii-”

it echoes, each utterance like music to his ears and balm to his soul as you cum again and fuck if anyone told him this is how tonight would end he’d have faught them. might have killed even. but, as it stands now -now that he feels your velvety walls around his cock, pulsing and stretching to take all of him- he can’t help but accept the situation for what it is: heaven. 

BODYGUARD!TOJI who taunts you, the hand at your neck sliding, his arm cradling you in a chokehold as he pulls you back. you back bows, pushes you further onto his cock, and he can’t help the groan that escapes him as you gasp because he’s nearly all the way. who stuffs you to the brim, imprints himself on you, and he’s certain he could go a little further. that he could give you more and you’d accept like you were made for him. that you could take all of it if he really needed you to. 

“makin’ such a fuckin’ mess, baby,” he murmur, loving the tears that wet you’re cheeks. “such a sloppy fuckin’ pussy.”

you whimper, walls pulsing weakly around him in the sweetest of orgasms: they’re his now. not yours. you know it as well as he does. you may have needed to get fucked- might have enjoyed the first two, but everything that’ll ever follow is his.

“ruin you, uh?” he asks, breath hot at your ear. “ruin you for who? for fun?”

“f-for an-nyone else, ba-haa, god, fuck-baby. ah-i don’want anyone else.”

he smirks, tilting his hips just right and feeling the head of his cock slip in deeper. like a fucking puzzle piece. you gasp and cry, hands coming up to grip his arm.

“tojiii,” you whimper, tears wetting his arms. 

“i’m ruining you, baby,” he bites out, pounding into you and finally letting his eyes fall to where your tits bounce in your shirt. “you asked for it, didn’t you?”

you groan, the sound delirious before you breathe, “yeah…”

“say it” -he shakes you a bit, forcing you to meet his piercing gaze- “lemme hear you say it.”

“i asked f-for this,” you pant, eyes hazy in the mirror. you do your best to maintain eye contact and he can’t help but find it sexy. the way you struggle and accept and cry and again say, “i-i asked for thiiiis.”

he can still feel you trembling, walls pulsing weakly over and over, and as your body sags against him he sees fucking stars because the weight of you is perfect. perfect. perfect as fucks into you, short and fast now, loving the feel of your swollen cunt sucking him back in with every stroke.

“tappin’ out on me, already?” he chuckles, voice low as he listens to you. someone bangs on the door, but you’re too far gone to notice and he doesn’t give a fuck. “i thought you needed you get fucked, princess? were you that desperate? i haven’t even filled you up yet.”

“toji,” you murmur, nails digging into his arm.

he grunts, loving the feel of it. “gonna take more for me, yeah?”

you moan, half looking over your shoulder. “yeah,” you agree, voice thick with lust.

“a lil’ more for me, baby. you feel so good…”

 “a-asked for this.”

fuck. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing and balls aching. all because of you. you. who he’s never even considered and yet-

he shoves his fingers into your mouth before you can cry out, moaning at the wet feel of your tongue. “can you still taste your pussy on my fingers? good girl, baby. suck’em just like that.”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who teases filth in your ear until he fills you up and holds you still on his cock, both of his arms drawn around your shoulders and face buried into you. who can still feel you trembling, your cunt squeezing at his cock as though you haven’t gotten enough, and has to remind himself that you’re too far from home. that you’re in a disgusting public restroom. that you’re his charge, his responsibility, his spoiled brat of a princess- his.

it’s the word he focuses on because it’s true.

“toji,” he hears you say, voice breathy and desperate even now. “i-i don’t want you to pull out.”

he chuckles, eyes meeting yours in the grimy mirror. “are you asking?”

“ha- well. n-no. i can’t…i can’t take anymore. i swear to god the head of your cock is in my fucking cervix r-right now-”

he chokes on a laugh. “you’d be an actual crying mess of pleasure if that was true.”

“wha- uh. please. just let me down a little. not too fast- fucking-fuck you feel so-

“i’m so empty now.” you whimper, slipping out of his arms as you pull your jeans back up. “god, i can-i can feel your cum-”

he watches you slump against the wall and shove your hand down the front of your pants. wonders briefly who the hell would do such a thing until he hears you whimper and watches as you pull your hand free and lift your fingers to reflect the light.

“-how funny. i’ve never-”

BODYGUARD!TOJI who watches you lick your fingers, your face still wet with tears. who groans, a choked laugh escaping him at your startled expression. who tucks his spent cock back into his jeans and steps closer to you, eyes not dropping yours as you continue to lick your fingers clean.

“yn.” he leans in, kisses you over your fingers and strokes his tongue over yours once you move your hand. “are you comin’ home? or remainin’ with your friends?”

“wherever you’re going.” you hesitate for a moment before gripping the edge of his shirt, your other hand coming up to wipe your face. “if-if that’s ok.”

his knuckles brush your stomach as he buttons your jeans, but it’s only as he tugs the zipper that the gravity of what he’s done settles upon him. he’s fundamentally changed the structure of your relationship because he was angry. angry and jealous. the thought confuses him now, but it doesn’t stop him.

he hooks a finger in one of your belt loops and tugs you closer. looks down his nose at you. again wonders how he overlooked the woman you’ve become before.

“whatever you want,” he tells you, hugging you to his chest for a moment.

it dawns on him that it’s rare, touching each other. something done only out of necessity. but as your arms sneak around his waist he decides he likes it. more than he probably should, considering he works for your father. that he’s paid to protect, not fuck you.

but, his thoughts are cut short by someone banging on the door. he hugs you closer when you jump, hyper aware of how soft you are against him.

“don’t let go.”

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BODYGUARD!TOJI who accepts it. whose job has become his lifestyle and whose lifestyle is you. who understands that even though you're his -and his alone now, considering he was going to beat the shit out of whoever let you out of their sight-, you have a hold on him that he can’t describe. that you’ve always had that hold on him, from the moment he’d been sold to your father. 

“yn…i won’t.”

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12 Days of Christmas (2022)

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6 | Six Geese-a-Laying

Pairing: Geto Suguru x f!Reader x Toji Fushiguro

Prompt: You’re new in town, and I’m your neighbor. We throw a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come and celebrate with us?

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: spitroasting, double penetration, vaginal sex, anal, oral sex, kind of voyeurism

It’s Christmas eve, and there’s a knock on your door. Eerie since you don’t know anyone in town yet, and you certainly aren’t expecting company.

So you wait, hoping it stops. It doesn’t. Rather, the knocks become more forceful.

Taking a deep breath, you look through the peephole of your apartment door only to be met with the image of a shirtless man, long black hair and what looks like red Santa pants on.

You’ve never opened a door so quickly in your life.

You greet him with a smile, only to remember you’re in the shortest shorts you own and a tank top since you’ve been lounging around your home putting boxes of belongings away all day.

“Hi,” he says with a smile, eyes roaming over your body immediately. Your cheeks flush instantaneously at the sight of him. “We have a Christmas party every year, why don’t you come celebrate with us?”

You stand, stunned at the offer for a moment. He’s patient. Smiles while waiting for a response, giving you a chance to look him over. He’s lean, toned, has a dragon tattoo that starts on the left side of his chest, the body wraps around his shoulders and comes down by his hip. The tail ends in the waistband of his black briefs that you can clearly see.

You lick your lips at the sight, wondering just exactly where it ends.

The dragon is traditional. Obvious. He’s bold to show up to a stranger's place and knock on the door with it exposed.

But his eyes are kind, and he has a nice smile, so you agree.

The thought of changing your clothes before leaving with this stranger didn’t occur to you until you were in the hall to his apartment, hearing the loud music through the walls.

All thought of that disappears though, as you step inside. In fact, you were overdressed to some degree.

Men and women alike were topless, many of them hanging on the arms of the person sitting next to them.

A man with white hair and round glasses is spread out on the couch, taking up most of the space with his long legs. He has a woman on either side of him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.

He smacks the ass of the blonde as he grins to you, “Sasa, get me a drink babe,” he says as the two women stand to leave the room.

You nod your head and purse your lips as you continue looking around the living room, until you spot a man talking with a gorgeous brunette in lemon colored shorts. He has raven hair, a scar over his lip and matching tattoos with the man you’ve come here with.

The woman he’s talking to gets mad, folding her arms over her chest as he walks away, towards you.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He questions, his voice gruff.

“Oh, I came here with…” You trail off, not having gotten the name of the man you followed. You make a note to remind yourself to make better decisions tomorrow.

“Suguru,” he answers, “and this is Toji.”

“Hi,” you smile at both of them, and give your name. Suguru wraps an arm around your shoulder as Toji watches closely. “I’m, um, your new neighbor. Just moved here, and I don’t really know anyone yet.” You chuckle nervously, not sure why you felt like you had to provide that much information about yourself.

The two men exchange looks before Suguru leads you into the living room to one of the couches. You sit in the middle, between Suguru and Toji, practically on top of them with how close they’ve moved themselves in.

Their bodies are warm next to yours, and their muscles are hard. And they're both incredibly attractive.

You’re not sure what to do or say, so you look around the room again, awkwardly. The white haired man tips his glasses down, exposing the most beautiful blue eyes you’ve ever seen before winking, placing them at the top of his nose once again.

Someone hands you a drink, you’re not sure who. And if you were making better choices tonight, you would have questioned what it was, or if it had anything in it. But you’re feeling awkward, so you drink it in one gulp.

It’s whiskey, and it makes you gag, but fuck if you didn’t need it to loosen your nerves.

You lean back on the couch, head resting on Toji’s shoulder, quickly feeling the effects as Suguru rests his hand on your knee, softly drawing random shapes into your skin.

“If you keep laying on me like this, I’m gonna think you like me.” Toji says, voice smooth, quiet and right next to your ear.

You giggle at his comment, moving your arm up to caress Suguru’s bicep as he continues to stroke your leg, moving up to your thigh. Your body reacts to his touch, reacts to Toji’s voice. Slowly, Suguru leans in, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” He asks curiously.

Is there any part of you that’s willing to pass up a potential threeway with two attractive, potentially dangerous men?

No. Not tonight at least.

You’ll definitely work on making better decisions tomorrow.

“Have fuuun~,” the white haired man sings as both men grab you by the hand, leading you down the hall to one of the bedrooms.

It’s a spacious room. More importantly, there’s a large bed in the center with silky purple sheets.

The men waste no time in putting you between them, Toji at your front, Suguru at your back, both kissing and nipping down your neck and shoulders, removing your tank top and pushing you into one another until you can feel both of their hard lengths against you.

You mewl at the feeling, skin hot and body throbbing, begging to be ravished by them.

Wrapping your arms around Toji’s neck, you kiss along his jaw until you meet his lips in a series of messy kisses. Suguru lifts you, so you wrap your legs around Toji’s waist, where he carries you off to the bed, and lays you down gently.

You watch as both men disrobe quickly, and you follow suit, losing your own shorts in the process.

They grin at you, when your eyes widen at the sight of their cocks. Both incredibly long and hard. Both thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with before. But you’re also drooling, licking your lips, ready to take them however they please.

“Come here,” Suguru says, pulling you by the leg and adjusting you so you're angled in a way your head is leaning off the side of the bed, while your ass is off the other. 

“Wanna make you both feel good,” you whine, watching them from the edge of the bed, Toji smirks while Suguru strokes his length.

“Mm, really?” Suguru asks, walking towards you and you hum.

He takes his cock and taps your cheek with it a few times. He groans, when you take over, grabbing him by the base, swirling your tongue around the tip as you stroke him, gently.

He moves his hips, slowly at first, watching as you swallow inch by inch until his balls are grazing the tip of your nose, and your throat is bulging, full of him.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good,” he groans as you hallow your cheeks and swallow around him.

“She looks so good like this,” Toji murmurs, grabbing your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. He runs the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your clit several times before he grows impatient with his own antics and lines himself up to your entrance.

Suguru pulls back, as Toji slams his hips forward, and you cry out. It hurts, not having been properly prepared to accept him, but it feels so good at the same time.

Toji holds onto your thighs as he rolls his hips, and gives short shallow pumps of his own until you’ve adjusted to having both your pussy and mouth filled by them. And then they really start fucking into you.

It’s clear, with the way they time their thrusts with one another, they’ve shared before. The way Suguru plays with your clit as Toji leans forward, tugging and tweaking your nipples in his mouth.

You’re a moaning mess against Suguru, the vibrations making his dick twitch every so often.

They both praise you, tell you how good you’re taking them, about how they want to keep doing this with you. And you might just let them if they can keep making you feel this good.

Making good decisions can wait a week. Maybe even a month.

Toji stops pumping in and out of you when your orgasm rips through you, he lets out a loud groan at the way your body squeezes him, trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

“God damn,” he grunts, “so fucking tight.”

Suguru doesn’t stop. He pistons his hips back and forth as you choke and gag on his length. It hits the back of your throat with each thrust. When Toji picks back up, tears form in the corner of your eyes.

Suguru places his hand on your throat, feeling his cock each time he fully sheaths himself. Precum and spit are dripping out of the sides of your mouth, down your cheek and into your eye as he continues his assault.

“Fucking shit,” Suguru groans, pulling out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ once he gets too close to the edge. He grabs the tip of his cock to prevent himself from bursting all over your face, though he would like to see that. Next time.

“Wanna switch?” Toji asks between thrusts. Suguru nods his head, and Toji pulls out with a grunt. You whine at the loss of sensation, the loss of being filled so perfectly from the two men.

“Don’t worry, baby, we’re gonna make sure you feel good.” Suguru reassures.

They try to swap positions, but you sit up and shake your head, “want you both.”

Toji’s eyebrow quirks, along with the corner of his scarred lip in understanding. Suguru’s lifting you off the bed, taking your place as he sits down, lining his cock up with your entrance. Gripping onto his shoulders, you slowly sink down, keening into him as your ass meets his lap.

Toji’s behind you, the tip of his cock teasing your other hole, “You’re fucking filthy, princess,” he rasps, letting a trail of spit fall to your tight hole before pushing in.

You both hiss, feeling the stretch from him as he fully sheaths himself, pressing his hips to your ass. They’re kind, considerate, giving you several moments to adjust, moving slowly up and down their lengths before pistoning their hips in tandem.

Both of your hands are tangled in two sets of raven hair, both men thrusting into you with reckless abandon. Suguru has his arms around your waist, holding you in place, your back arched against Toji, head resting on his shoulder with your eyes closed.

You’re just taking what they give you at this point, and it’s never felt better. Freeing. Letting these two men fuck into you, use you however they want.

When you feel both men lean forward, you assume they’ll be focusing on your body, but you feel nothing.

Opening your eyes, you see the two men sharing a heated, passionate kiss. Teeth on teeth, watching the way their tongues glide against one another. There’s no helping the wave of pleasure that immediately crashes through your body at the sight, both men moaning into one another as you clench and spasm around both of their thick cocks.

It’s too much, for either man to take, feeling your body squeeze the life out of them, feeling their cocks so nearly rubbing against one another. They’re both cumming, hard into you, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you.

Both men tense, groaning into the crooks of your neck leaving searing kisses in their wake as they come down from their respective highs. You fall limp into Suguru’s arms, resting your head against his shoulder as Toji gently traces a line down your back causing you to shiver.

“I’d say she liked that,” Suguru chuckles while Toji’s pulling out before hearing a soft clap from the doorway.

Just barely, you’re able to make out the figure of the white-haired man leaning against the frame of the door, one leg crossed over the other.

“That was quite the performance,” he sounds amused, walking closer, Suguru’s cock still buried deep inside you. He grabs your chin, forcing your attention on him, as if it wasn’t already. “Next time, it’s my turn.”

You give a goofy grin back in return, before resting your head against Suguru’s chest once again, eyes heavy, drifting off to sleep. Turns out, this was the best decision you could have made this Christmas.

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Baby Fever

T. Fushiguro

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: When Toji's wife tells him he wants a baby, he has no option but to fulfill her wishes.

WARNINGS: NSFW!Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex(m. and f.receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Shower Sex, Spitting, Use of Daddy, Use of Mommy, Tit Sucking (and biting)

*Meant to publish this on Toji's birthday but it wasn't finished... oops.

Everyone around you began to have kids. Your friends, your family, even your neighbors. Which meant you wanted a baby of your own. Your husband told you to give it some time before you had your first and while you listened to him, your baby fever was getting horrible.

You would stop in the stores to stare at a pair of baby shoes, always saying “Toji look at how small” and he would have to drag you before you made an unnecessary purchase. You would offer to babysit and Toji would hope that having to spend hours with a stinking brat would stop your baby fever, but it somehow always made it worse.

“Toji, baby~” You called his name, trying to find where he was. He was in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. You walked over to him to help him fix it.

“What’s up, love?” He asked. You shook your head before pecking his lips.

“What time are you coming home tonight? Any special meeting today?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Around five, want me to pick up some food before arriving?” He offered.

“I’m going out with some friends so make sure you eat something before coming home. I’ll make you something if you’re hungry later in the night though.” You told him. “I want you to come straight home though.”

“Why?” He questioned and instead of answering you pecked his lips.

-

Toji opened the door to the apartment, loosening his tie and walking over to the couch to sit down and relax just for a minute. He sat back for a minute or so before he inhaled a sweet vanilla smell that came from the bedroom. He freaked out thinking you had left a candle lit, and he stood up and rushed to the bedroom.

It was fair to say he was relieved to find you there. He looked around the room to see how many candles you lit up. You threw rose petals as well, trying to make the atmosphere extremely romantic. You sat on the bed in not a very romantic pose since you were focused on your phone. You put your phone down and smiled at him. You got up from bed and he took in the black robe that you put on.

“What do you have under that?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around him and kissed his cheek. You smirked at him.

“Something for you to tear off.” You whispered into his ear before placing a gentle kiss on his earlobe. Now Toji understood why you told him to eat something before coming home, and he was glad that he did listen to you.

“Why the nice surprise?” He questioned as his hands began to remove the robe that covered the black lingerie you had bought for the occasion.

“I want a baby.” You told him. He should’ve known that was coming. But he was going to give you what you wanted. You began to kiss down his neck, your hands unbuttoning his shirt. He began to feel you up through the garments you had on.

“I guess a baby would be nice.” He responded. You took off his shirt, letting it fall on the floor while your mouth began to mark his neck. He let you have your fun before picking you up and laying you down on the bed. “But making a baby will take the whole night.”

“I’m ready then.” You responded. He took off the garments. They made you look hot but in the end they were just a hassle. He kissed down your neck, stopping at your breasts. He attached his mouth around one nipple, circling and biting it while his hand played with the other. He switched and did the same thing.

He took his time even though you were eager. He knew you would be begging him to stop later.

“Toji please-” You began but he shushed you.

“Making a baby is a slow process.” He informed you before going back to suck on your tit. He bit down on purpose, leaving a bite mark before detaching himself. He moved his hand down and began to run his finger through your folds. “You’re already so wet, does the idea of me fucking a baby into you turn you on?”

“Of course.” You answered. He smirked as he inserted a finger into your cunt, his free hand unbuckled his belt. Breathy moans escaped your lips, and he held back a chuckle thinking about the reaction you were giving with just one finger.

He added another finger, and just moved them slowly. His thumb began to play with your clit. Toji just stared at your parted mouth. “Is it good, baby?”

You didn’t respond which was a clear yes but he wanted to hear you. He took his fingers out, focusing on just playing with your clit. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes baby, s’ good.” You responded. He got on his knees and began to move his tongue up and down your cunt. He removed his fingers and began to suck your clit.

“Toji-” You moaned, shutting your eyes as you tried to process how good that was. He did it all the time but you always had the same reaction.

He inserted two fingers into your cunt again, scissoring them. You sat up and watched as he happily ate you out.  You put your fingers in his hair, and played with it.

He knew the little noises you were making, and you were so close to your first orgasm. He continued moving his fingers, until your legs quivered and you came around his fingers. He continued moving his tongue.

“Baby, too much.” You told him, pulling his hair trying for him to stop. He came to a stop with a smirk on his face. He took his fingers out and shoved them into his mouth to get every single taste of you in his tongue. He got off the ground and pulled down his pants along with his boxers.

He took his cock into his hand and stroked it slowly. He brought you closer, to sit on the edge of the bed with his free hand. He moved his free hand to your chin, and forced you to look up at him. “Show me why I need to give you a baby.”

He stopped stroking his cock and you took it into your hand. You moved your hand on it, slowly. You finally brought your head closer and slowly licked the tip, getting his salty pre-cum on your tongue.

You swirled your tongue around the tip, and you took your time. Toji got impatient and grabbed the back of your head, pushing it so you could take his whole length into your mouth. He enjoyed the sound of your gagging on his cock. He kept your head there until you were tapping his leg, which was your way of asking him to let go.

“Couldn’t handle it?” He asked as he looked down at you, looking at the drool that was on your chin and the single tear that ran down your cheek. He’d make sure to enjoy the night since having a baby would take these kinds of nights away for a while.

You put your mouth on his cock again, taking all that you could handle. One hand stroked the parts that you couldn’t fit in and the other massaged his balls. You looked up at him just to see how he was staring back down at you.

He just couldn’t take his eyes off you. He found such beauty in such a sinful sight.

You got your mouth off his cock and began to suck on his balls while your hand stroked his cock. Toji threw his head back and moaned. He had been suppressing the noises but he couldn’t anymore.

He was getting louder by the second and you knew how close he was. You didn’t take your mouth off his balls and he soon came, his load getting everywhere. Some fell on your hand, while some went on your shoulder, dripping down your back, and then the bedsheets. You stopped, and he grabbed his thumb, collecting some of the semen that was on your shoulder. He brought it up to your lips and moved it over your bottom lip.

“Open your mouth, love. We can’t have any of it go to waste. Isn’t this what you want from me?” He told you which caused you to open your mouth and take his thumb. You swirled your tongue around it, licking it clean.

He took his thumb out, and thought which position he wanted to take you in first. When he finally came to a decision, he laid you back down in the bed, and put your legs over his shoulders. He pressed a kiss on your leg before pressing the tip of his cock on your clit.

He aligned himself with your entrance and slowly entered your hole. He gave you a minute so you could get adjusted to his length. He began to move, and no matter how much time he gave you it would still be too much to handle.

“It’s alright, baby.” He reassured you as you shut your eyes. He moved so painfully slow but he knew that you needed a minute, especially in the position where he reached deeper than usual. “You can handle this, right? For the baby you want?”

“I can, daddy.” You responded which caused him to smile in response.

“That’s right, baby, you’re going to make me a daddy.” He said, picking up speed. His hand went down to play with your clit. Soon the sound of skin slapping against skin filled up the room, along with your moans and his groans.

“I can’t wait to fill you up and watch your belly grow and your tits fill up with milk, all because of me.” He began, causing you to clench around him. He smirked in response. “Does that turn you on? You dirty slut.”

“Daddy-” You shut your eyes, getting lost in pleasure.

“Can’t even give me a proper answer but don’t worry, I’ll make sure you make you a mommy.” Toji told you, his fingers still playing with your clit. You got louder by the second, your second orgasm nearing.

You saw white as you came around his cock. He still kept going, at the same speed and same force, chasing his release, making sure to complete his duty. He groaned, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Fuck, baby-” He moaned, throwing his head back as he released his cum inside you. He stayed still, making sure all his cum would stay inside you. He pulled out and laid down beside you for a minute.

You moved towards him, and he wrapped his arms around you. You took in his scent to calm down. He moved his hand up and down you back. A couple of minutes later, you looked down and he was hard again. Your eyes widened as you looked back at Toji.

“Again?” You asked and he hummed in response. He sat you on his torso, and put his hands behind his head.

“Making a baby isn’t that easy, we’ll have to work just a little bit more. You too, mommy, since daddy did all the work.” He informed you. You moved down and took his cock into your hand before sitting down on it. His cum getting around his cock.

“It’s s’ big, daddy.” You whined as you began to move up and down his length. You looked at the smug smile he had on his face. You went slower than he liked– but he was surely enjoying it.  He loved watching you struggle when you rode him.

“You can take it, baby.” He said. He was surprised to see you do all the work without any help since usually you would be asking him for some help. Your hands landed on his chest as you continued moving up and down his cock.

“Fuck-” You whined, having to come to a stop for a minute. He moved his hands down, putting them on your hips. He began to guide you, slightly bouncing you up and down.

“You were doing so good, baby.” He cooed. His cock was hitting all the right spots, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “You’re taking it like a good girl.”

“Daddy-” Another orgasm was approaching. He stopped bouncing you and forced you to do the work yourself, again. You began to move again, and with a couple more bounces you came for the third time. You stopped moving, causing him to click his tongue.

“You’re so selfish, baby, how about me?” Toji began as he began to thrust his hips. You rested your head on his chest while he violently moved. You couldn’t even begin to process his words, as he told you how selfish you were for giving up after you finished, not bothering to help him out.

He grunted and came inside again. He stayed inside you, allowing himself to rest for a second. Once again, he wasn’t letting a drip of his cum go to waste.

“Tired?” He asked, and you hummed in response. He chuckled and you looked up at him. “The night is far from over, love.”

He pulled his cock out, and laid you down gently on the bed. He sat up and caught his breath before standing up to get the shower ready. He turned the faucet on, making the water super hot. He would usually shower with cold water, but ultimately he’d get you in there so he’d make the water to your liking. Once the water was good enough, he walked back to you.

“C’mon, baby.” He helped you up and guided you to the bathroom. You got in the shower, feeling the burning hot water on your skin. Toji gave you a minute before walking into the shower, your back to him . He kissed your shoulder. “Ready?”

“Gimme a minute.” You responded, and he did give you a minute. His hands travelled through your body. His large hands kneaded your tits, while you grabbed the body wash and poured some into your sponge. Toji moved his lips down to your ear.

“Didn’t I tell you the night was far from over? Why are you wasting your time pouring that soap into the sponge when you’re just going to end up all sweaty.” He whispered.

“I’m still going to attempt to clean myself.” You told him. He sighed and took the sponge from your hands, he might as well help you. He scrubbed your back while you put soap on the front part of your body.

He grabbed the handheld shower head, dropping the sponge, and began to rinse the soap away. You patiently waited for him to finish so you could rinse the front part, but he was taking his time. Little did you know of the mischievous smile that had formed on his lips. Next thing you knew, you felt the water pressure on your cunt.

“Toji-” You turned your head slightly to look at him.

“Ah? No more daddy? I was loving it.” He was quick to say. He moved it so the water would hit near your clit. He put back the shower head, not wanting you to come just with some water.

He quickly pushed his cock inside you, making you gasp since you weren’t exactly ready for it. His hand was on your throat and he squeezed it a bit before forcing you to look back at him. He smiled at you. “Say ah.”

“Ah.” You opened your mouth and he spit in it. You swallowed it and when he saw, he began to move.

“My cute little wife is going to get the baby she so badly wants.” He began and you weren’t really listening since your mind was on the fact of how good he was filling you up. It was the third time that night and even though you were tired, you still craved it so badly. “Gonna fill you up and knock you up with my baby.”

“Toji-” You moaned. He pressed your torso against the glass shower door that had already been fogged up by the shower steam. Your boobs left an imprint on the door.

“I told you I like daddy better.” He replied. He didn’t care about being too careful anymore since he was lost in the moment. You for sure had enough of his cum, but he would make sure to fill you to the brim. He’d make sure neither of you got any sleep tonight.

“Daddy!” Literally anything could get you to orgasm at that point since you were so sensitive. He moved down one hand to play with your abused clit.  You came once again and he helped support you since your legs gave out. He pulled out his cock, turned you around and picked you up, pressing you against the shower wall. You wrapped your legs around his torso while you threw your arms over his shoulders.

He thrust into you again, chasing his release. He didn’t care to go slow even while you complained that it was too much. He began to mutter stuff, barely even making sense. “Gonna make you all round with my baby. Gonna look so pretty.”

You knew how close he was again as he slowed down. He moaned, shooting his hot load into you again. He stood still for a moment, pressing his forehead against yours as he regulated his breathing.

“I love you, baby.” He said.

“I love you too.” You responded. Maybe he would calm down for a bit but you doubted so. Toji kept true to his word. He’d make sure to fuck you all night. He took his cock out of you and you put your legs back on the floor. He held onto you until you could support yourself.

“You wanna eat something before we continue?” He asked and you hummed in response.

“I didn’t think I would get hungry so fast.” You chuckled as you picked up the sponge that he had dropped on the floor. “Plus we have so much time to kill.”

“I said I would fuck a baby into you and I feel as if I haven’t completed my duty yet.” He responded, and he had definitely completed that duty but he just wanted an excuse to keep fucking you all night long.

my man my man my mannnn.

drunk tell tales, toji fushiguro

toji hated it when you went out.

not because he didn't want you to have any fun, but because you always had too much fun.

it was no surprise when you'd drunk called your husband telling him to pick you up from the club before you ended up in a pointless fight. but much to toji's expectancy, you were indeed drunk out your mind sitting on the curb with your legs crossed and hands cuffed behind your back as you waited for him to arrive.

when you heard him tell the officers that he was there for you, you hiccuped out a, "you're not my man."

toji rolled his eyes as the officers uncuffed you and handed you back your belongings. he looked like he had just crawled out of bed, and he looked good. with curls dropping over his face and a gold chain adorning his light grey tracksuit, you surely let your eyes wander. "let's go babe."

"no. i don't go home with strangers," you proudly state as you pulled out your phone to call your husband. "you better leave me alone or else my husband will deal with you," you leaned in to whisper the last part, "he kills people, ya know."

"figures," toji rolled his eyes, pretending to be scared. you were such a brat. "call him then."

with a sassy shake of your head, you hold your phone to your ear as you wait for your husband to pick up the phone. you were too dunk to even realize that the man before you's phone had rung loudly as he picked it up.

"toji, baby don't be mad," you begin, turning your back to the supposed stranger. "i kinda got arrested at the club and this man keeps trying to take me home. what if he kidnaps me, baby?"

"you know i won't let that happen princess," toji speaks into the phone, going along with your silly game. "what is the man wearing?"

"don't get mad, but he look a lil good," you frown into the phone. your mind was spinning a thousand miles per hour. "he wearing grey joggers, a white tee and a gold chain under it. and he has a bunch of tattoos like yours. he looks like a slut if i may. that's not you."

toji can't help but chuckle at your last words. you look so cute whispering into the phone with your back turned to him. he was never letting you drink whatever the fuck you indulged in tonight again.

finally deciding that you've had enough torture, toji says, "turn around mama. it's me."

with a furrow of your eyebrows you see toji staring down at you with his usual hooded lids that practically said he wanted to fuck you every day. but you still had to be sure.

"when's my birthday?" you question the man in front of you with crossed arms. toji tells you your birth date, and shows you the ink on his body to prove it, the one he knew all too well. but that wasn't enough for you. "when is my anniversary date?"

toji smiles lightly as he recites the day you two shared your vows to one another during your private wedding ceremony just seven years ago. he then lifts up his curls to show you the red ink of the same date printed by the name of his neck. “proof enough ya fuckin’ brat?” he teased.

with a grin, you jump into his arms and kiss his lips repeatedly. "hi baby."

toji pats your ass and holds you steady against his giant figure. "don't think you gettin off too easy. i'mma deal with your drunk ass when we get home." he says against your nose. “and you better not run from that shit either. let’s go.”

and to his dismay, you definitely did get your drunk ass dealt with when you got home.