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— LET ME LET YOU GO | toji x fem!reader -> synopsis: love is found in the last place you'd think to look, but it is truly meant for you?

-> cw: NSFW, MDNI 18+, angst and hurt/comfortj, character death, blood, alcohol, food, smut, fingering, cunnilingus, breast play, size kink, vaginal sex, a little bit of manhandling, love-making, vague references to canon

-> wc: 14.6k (i know 💀)

-> a/n: after much back and forth and scrapping the two route plan, i'm reposting this fic with just the first route because frankly, i lost interest in the second one. this was my submission for @strawberrystepmom's dilf collab that got way too out of hand. happy reading!! inspired by this song

Our story begins the way it ends. 

Atop a worn, faded stool in a dingy, grimy bar. Your hands steer clear of the slightly sticky counter, knit together in your lap instead. A thick fog of cigarette smoke hangs in the air, pungent and clogging your throat with every breath you take. 

To be perfectly honest, you’re not even sure why you’re here. You don’t like bars. You certainly don’t enjoy drinking either, and you most definitely can’t stand the film of dirt that clings to every surface around you. But there is nowhere else to go where he won’t be able to find you. 

People would call you an idiot for breaking it off, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he was so suffocating. And even though the air is polluted here, it feels like this is the first breath of fresh air you’ve taken in two years. Your lungs feel looser and your throat is free of the lumps that once invaded it near constantly. 

Because yes, whilst he was a man with great power nestled in the palm of his hand, with that came an insatiable need for control. How you presented yourself, how you took care of yourself, the company you kept, was all monitored obsessively by him until you reached the end of your tether but a few hours ago. Not even bothering to pack the bare essentials whilst he was at work, you crept out of his penthouse and headed for the most rundown part of town, knowing he wouldn’t dare step foot there. 

“Are ya gonna drink anything or just sit there?” the bartender grunts, slinging a soiled, damp rag over his shoulder. 

“Oh, um, just water.”

“Just water,” he grumbles under his breath, grabbing a cloudy glass and popping it under the running tap. “Y’know we don’t really get your sort around here.”

“My sort?” you ask.

He grunts again, sliding your drink over to you. “Rich. Best be careful darlin’, ya stick out like a sore thumb.”

The balding man is right. You’re painfully out of place here, still wearing one of the designer dresses that he bought you since he’d slowly replaced your entire wardrobe with clothing of his choice. But you would rather be out of place than shackled to a man who saw you only as an accessory.

“I’m not rich,” you mumble, taking a sip from your glass. 

“Yeah, well, ya look it to me. And probably to every other bastard in here. I’d get home now if I were you.”

Sighing heavily, you trace the rim of your glass with a fingertip, still freshly manicured in french tips, just the way he wanted them. “I don’t have a home.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he shrugs, moving away to serve another customer.

“He’s right, y'know. It’s not safe ‘round here for a girl like you,” says another gruff voice to your right. “Go home.” 

The voice belongs to a man, likely in his late twenties or early thirties. His thick fingers are wrapped around a bottle of beer, dwarfing it in comparison. He raises it to his scarred lips, fixing you with a green-eyed stare. 

“I don’t have a home,” you repeat. “That’s why I’m here.”

Quirking a dark brow, he hums curiously. “So ya came lookin’ to get killed or robbed, is that it?”

“No,” you say uneasily, shifting your gaze around the bar. It’s not exactly busy, but there are a few tables with scary looking people sitting at them, and you wonder if you made a mistake in coming here. “Just that no one will be able to find me here. That’s all.”

“And that’s a good thing?” 

“In this case, yes.” Eyeing him warily, you shuffle your seat to the left a little. “I don’t suppose you’re one of these people who’ll kill or rob me?” 

A wolfish grin tugs his lips up, green eyes glowing dimly under pallid fluorescent lights like murky emeralds. “I could be, sweetheart.”

Swallowing thickly, you nod, reaching a shaky hand towards your water and taking a steadying sip. His gaze burns into the side of your head, urging you to meet it despite the fear scratching at your stomach. 

“T-that’s not a definitive answer,” you say bravely, pushing your shoulders back a little and raising your chin to challenge his gaze. His brow bounces up again, disappearing into the mess of dark hair that flops over his forehead. 

“Guess not,” he chuckles, draining his bottle in one swallow. “So, why don’t you have anywhere else to go? Pretty thing like you should have a boyfriend, right?”

The casual compliment makes your cheeks prick with warmth, but you know there’s no sentiment behind it. “I used to. I broke up with him earlier.”

He makes a noise of understanding, gesturing to the bartender for another drink. “How come?” 

“We had… conflicting values,” you say carefully. His face scrunches up in confusion though it looks a little more like disgust with the way his scarred lip curls into a grimace.

“The fuck does that mean?” he asks bluntly and you flinch. Sipping delicately from your glass, you tap a nail against the side of it, the soft clinking noise distracting you from the sudden burn behind your eyes.

“Doesn’t matter,” you mumble bitterly. “It’s over now, anyway, there’s no point in picking it all apart. He didn’t love me. That’s all there is to it.”

“Well, good on ya fer dropping his ass,” he says gruffly, sipping from his new drink. Something shiny glints on his hand that rests on the bar, specifically on his ring finger. A silver wedding band. 

“And why are you here?” The words are out before you can stop them and you nod towards his left hand. “It’s late. Your wife will be worried about you.”

A sad smile flits across his scarred lips as he regards the ring on his finger, running his thumb over it with an unexpected tenderness. The greens in his eyes shine as he disappears from the bar for a moment, losing himself briefly to some place you know nothing of.

“She would be, if she were here,” he says finally, taking another large swig of beer. There’s a certain resignedness to his tone as he speaks, which alludes to the weight behind his statement. You can take a good guess and leave it at that, but curiosity wins out again.

“Where is she?”

“Didn’t anyone teach ya ta keep yer nose outta other people’s business? Thought you rich people had manners.” 

You scoff at that. “I’m not rich.”

“Ya sure look it. Sound like it, too.”

Rage suddenly seeps into your veins at his comment. You wouldn’t have to look or sound like this if he hadn’t drilled it into you. His sly comments and suggestions about your mannerisms were near constant, making subtle digs about how you spoke or what his parents would think about the way you dressed, accompanied by his favourite ‘don’t forget, people are watching’. Slowly, carefully, he managed to transform you into a person you barely even recognised when you looked into the mirror, so far removed from who you used to be.

All this time, you knew what he was doing, saw it clear as day that he was moulding you into the perfect little accessory for him to dangle from his arm. Part of you hoped he would stop at some point. If you tried hard enough to be what he wanted, maybe he would stop picking out your flaws with a fine toothed comb and go back to loving you the way he had right at the start, when you’d first met.

Unfortunately, even those first few months had been built on lies, as you learned a couple of nights ago. The truth was that your relationship began as an act of rebellion against his father, and nothing more. Choosing a partner that was ‘beneath him’ was supposed to get a rise out of him, but he had failed miserably - his father didn’t even acknowledge your existence. It had been his mother’s nagging that pushed him to flip the script to try and change you into something he could show off instead. She proclaimed that there was ‘something salvageable there’ and it was possible that you could be pinched and prodded into a pretty little thing worthy of her selfish son.

Though you were naive, your discovery of his true callousness - courtesy of his father’s warped genetics - gave you the push you needed to leave. Maybe he would come to his senses and follow you, maybe he would follow you anyway since you belonged to him or some other fucked up reason. Maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t even notice that you were gone. The thought made your heart ache and sing in the same beat.

“I’m nothing like them,” you spit. “I never will be.”

“Just callin’ it like I see it.”

Your lips curls in annoyance but you don’t offer a retort - he’s right after all. Silence falls between the two of you, both lost in thought. The faint sound of conversation and glasses hitting wood offers a backdrop to your musings, until they’re interrupted by his voice.

“I didn’t catch yer name,” he says, pushing his empty bottle away.

“Y/n.” He grunts in acknowledgement.

“Toji.” Standing from his seat, he moves over to where you sit, leaning casually against the bar. Up close, he smells smoky and warm in a way that tickles your nose, with the twang of alcohol sitting on his breath when he speaks. “Come with me.”

“Excuse me?” Toji leans closer and lowers his already rumbling voice.

“Four men have been watching you in this place already. Yer like a fresh piece of meat to ‘em. If ya know what’s good fer ya, and you value yer own safety, then get up and come with me.”

“How do you know?” you ask stubbornly even though you hop out of your seat, anxiety beginning to crawl under your skin.

“Because I’m a man and I know how they think.”

“How do I know you’re not going to hurt me too?” Toji groans, placing a large hand on the small of your back and shepherding you out the door and into the chilly night air.

“If I was gonna hurt ya, I woulda done it by now, don’tcha think?”

“Maybe you’re biding your time,” you sniff, shrugging off his very warm hand and creating another foot of space between you. “I don’t know you after all. Why would you help a random girl? Out of the goodness of your own heart?” The words are mocking, and it sparks something in him.

“Y’know what, you’re right. Why should I help ya? Maybe I should just fuckin’ leave ya here,” he grumbles, before adding more quietly. “Ungrateful snob.”

“Why don’t you?” He falls quiet as you walk, as though he is contemplating the answer he should give you. Shoving his hands deep in his pockets, his head tilts back and he stares intently at the endless, starless sky, like he’s searching for something tucked away behind the clouds.

“Not sure,” he hums. “Maybe I just didn’t wanna see a naive girl get hurt. There’s too much evil in this world as it is.”

“Aren’t you a saint,” you huff, gripping the strap of your handbag more tightly. He chuckles at that and the sound is deep and rough like the crags of a mountain. His lips curve up in amusement, revealing a flash of teeth and it makes him look younger, you think. More handsome. More dangerous.

“Far from it, sweetheart.” 

The echoes of your footsteps fill the still, quiet air as you continue to walk. What exactly you’re walking towards remains to be seen, so you slow to a stop and turn to him. “Wait. Where are you even taking me?”

“You’ve got nowhere to go, right?” You nod. “Broke too, I’m guessin’?” Another nod and he heaves a sigh of resignation. “My place it is.”

“Wait,” you say again. This time, he lets out a long groan of annoyance. “Just like that?”

“Just like what?”

“You’re just gonna… Take me in?” Toji admits that it is strange for him to even speak to a stranger like this, let alone offer her a place to stay. He can’t quite put his finger on why, but he feels a sort of kinship with you.

“Yeah?”

“Oh.” Brow furrowing in confusion, you continue to walk again only to stop after a couple of steps. Toji turns when the sound of your footsteps cease, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“What now?”

“I… I’m hungry.” As if on cue, your stomach gurgles, having been empty since morning. Toji runs his tongue over his teeth in thought and huffs, grasping your wrist lightly and hauling you after him. “Hey! What are you doing?”

“The ramen place around the corner closes in twenty minutes. Hurry your ass up or you can stay hungry.”

“Such a brute,” you scoff under your breath, but you acquiesce and stop resisting, trying to fall into step with his long strides as he loosens his grip on you slightly. There’s a soft glow of warm light when you turn the corner at the bottom of the street, and your stomach growls loudly at the thought of a hot bowl of ramen to fill you. The closer you get, the brighter the light grows, coupled with the scent of food which wraps around you and hugs your senses. 

Toji pushes his way inside and nods at the singular man behind the counter, holding up two fingers as he takes a seat at a small table. The man gets to work putting together your extremely late dinner, ladling steaming hot broth into bowls over cooked noodles and topping them with halves of jammy eggs, slices of meat, sheets of nori and spring onions. Your mouth waters as he places the bowl before you and hands you a pair of chopsticks, thanking him quickly before you dive in.

Your companion raises an eyebrow as you practically inhale your food, eating with the sort of gusto you would be excommunicated for in the upper echelons of the city. There’s a happy smile on your face as you eat, completely at odds with your expression from earlier, even as a drop of broth runs down your chin. Absently, he reaches out a thumb and swipes away the liquid. You breath hitches when his skin suddenly brushes over yours, his touch oddly gentle and light. 

“Sorry,” you mumble, swallowing down another mouthful. “Got a bit carried away.”

“’s fine. Ya look like ya don’t get to eat much.” Shrugging, you set your chopsticks down for a moment to take a sip of water.

“He never let me eat what I wanted.”

“Really?”  Nodding, you set down your glass.

“He had special menus prepared each day when I lived with him and I had to eat whatever was given to me. If we went out, he’d order for me and so on.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo,” Toji grumbles. “Who does shit like that?”

You shrug and continue to eat. Toji eyes you carefully for a moment before he follows suit and starts on his own bowl. Once you’re both done, he drops some cash on the counter and leads you out and in the opposite direction. It doesn’t take long for you to reach an apartment complex in an even quieter part of town. It’s old and a little rundown but appears to be in decent condition as he leads you up a few flights of stairs and unlocks a door, ushering you inside. You’re not quite sure what to expect. Maybe somewhere with no furnishings whatsoever or a place that is so messy it’s impossible to navigate. 

Instead, what you find is something perfectly ordinary. Slightly unkempt, but nothing that would make you recoil in disgust. Most likely, the general state of his home is courtesy of his wife, or rather his ex-wife. Perhaps you’re being judgemental, but Toji doesn’t seem like the sort of man to go out and buy floral curtains and a rug.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he says gruffly, dropping his keys on the coffee table and disappearing down the hall. Nervous, you perch yourself on the couch, the soft seat sagging a little under your weight. It’s quiet. And a little lonely. You wonder how long he’s lived like this.

Before you get the chance to muse any further about your unconventional host, he reappears with blankets slung over his broad shoulders, along with a couple of flattened pillows in his hands. He drops them unceremoniously on the couch and nods towards them.

“Here. I don’t have a futon on hand so use these and the couch. And before ya ask, they’re clean.”

“I wasn’t going to-”

“G’night.”

And with that, he’s gone.

Rolling your eyes, you set about getting ready for bed. Ten minutes are spent debating whether to sleep in your underwear or keep your clothes on and for a moment, you wonder if Toji will let you borrow something to sleep in. Deciding against it, you settle for sleeping in the tank top you wore beneath your dress and your leggings, shuffling under the sheets after you’ve plunged the room into darkness.

Staring at the ceiling, you replay the day that you’ve had. Leaving behind a vague note for your ex to find on his bed and then leaving his penthouse whilst he was still at work with no belongings other than your phone after rendering it useless by snapping the SIM card and blocking his number for good measure in case he tried to contact you. If he even tried to at all.

That was the thing with him. You never truly knew what he was thinking or how he felt or if he even felt anything at all. Everything he said and did was a means to an end, to make himself look and feel like he had been born as a gift to the Earth, like he was special and important. And, for a time, he had been those things to you. He was a man that you cherished and adored.

A man that you let walk all over you. To bend and change as he saw fit.

And look at where that got you.

Laying on the couch in a strange man’s living room, picking apart what you knew of your ex’s psyche. Hours pass, the thoughts rotating through your brain doing little to exhaust you, each one leading to more harrowing realisations of the state of your life. There’s nothing quite like an existential crisis at 3am.

Sick of listening to yourself think, you peel away the blankets and stand, stumbling through the dark to where you think Toji’s room is. The first door you open is the bathroom, small but relatively clean. The second door leads to a small room that couldn’t possibly be his based on size alone. That, and the fact that the only piece of furniture is a tiny crib in the corner, a lone bear sitting inside it. You’re about to step inside when his words from earlier echo in your mind and you think better of it, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door. Another time, maybe.

Finally, you push open a door to the sound of soft snoring, only now that you’re here, you’re not sure what to do. Do you wake him up? Clamber into his bed? Sit by the door and listen to the sound of his deep breaths so that you don’t feel so alone? Fiddling with your fingers, you run through your options twice before huffing and shuffling closer to his bed. Gingerly, you place a hand over the lump under the sheets and shake it gently.

“Oi. Toji,” you murmur. “Wake up.”

The man grunts and turns onto his back, the sheets shifting down a little to reveal pale skin stretched over a muscular chest. Your cheeks grow warm as an unwarranted image of him bare under the bedsheets rises to the forefront of your mind. Shaking your head to dispel it, your fingers brush over his skin in a second attempt, calling out to him louder this time and shaking more harshly.

This time, he snorts mid-snore and his eyes squint open, lips twisting into an irritated grimace. “The fuck’re ya doin’?” he slurs, voice thick and husky with sleep.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you tell him. “Your couch is so uncomfortable!”

“Sorry princess, ‘s the couch or the street,” he mumbles, turning away from you and shutting his eyes. “Fuck off ‘n’ lemme sleep.”

“Please Toji,” you whine. “I… It’s too quiet. I don’t want to be by myself.”

With a groan, he peels his eyes open and sits up, the sheets now pooling around his waist and revealing more of his strong body. Something shifts deep within you at the sight of his silhouette illuminated softly by the streetlights beyond the window. It’s warm and tight, almost like a swooping sensation at the floor of your stomach.

“Whaddya wan’ me to do about it?”

“Can I stay with you?” His head tips back and he lets out the most long-suffering rumble of exasperation you’ve heard all night. You cringe a little, guilt washing through you.

“Yer already stayin’ in my house, ain’t that enough?”

“Please? I promise I’ll be quiet! You won’t even know I’m here!”

Persistent is a polite way to describe you.

“Oh my- Y’know what, fine! Do whatever the fuck ya want, but don’t fuckin’ wake me up for pointless shit again. Got it?”

You mimic the motion of zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key, making yourself at home on the floor at the foot of the bed like a cat. Rolling his eyes, he tugs the duvet back over his body and slumps onto his pillow, yawning tiredly as he tries to find sleep again. But the minutes pass by and any dregs of slumber have slipped away with them, replaced by nagging thoughts of his own, in a voice so heartachingly familiar.

You know she’s right - that old thing is so uncomfortable. And it’s cold too. He’d felt the cool air on his bare skin when you’d torn him from sleep. You chose to take her in, the voice says. Why? Out of guilt? Sympathy? ‘The goodness in your heart?’ God knows that’s hard to find. But she’s here now. Don’t just leave her there when you were so willing to get her out of that place to start with. The longer he listens to the voice, the more he softens, albeit begrudgingly.

“Oi,” he murmurs, still reluctant as he flicks on the lamp at his bedside. “C’mere.”

“I thought you were asleep?” you whisper, peeking up at him from the foot of the bed.

“Yeah and now I’m not. Get over here before I change my mind. It’s cold.” He offers no further explanation as he flips back the duvet on the empty side of the bed. Surprisingly, you don’t argue, but before you can even rest a knee on the mattress, Toji’s voice halts you. “What the fuck are ya wearin’? It’s freezin’.”

“Huh?” you look down at your ensemble, feeling self-consciousn all of a sudden. “I, er-”

“Top drawer. You can wear one of my shirts,” he interrupts, nodding over to a wardrobe in the corner of the room.

“Oh.” You trot over and pull it open, noting that there’s clothes in there that look like they belonged to a woman. Thoughtlessly, you pick them up. “These look like they’d fit me better.”

Holding up a set of floral pyjamas, Toji’s eyes widen in recognition, a spark of alarm zipping across his features as he all but flings himself out of bed. He removes the silky fabric from your grip and exhales shakily, folding them up with that same tenderness as before and carefully putting them back in their place. Instead, he pulls out a faded, black t-shirt that looks like it would hang to your mid-thigh once you put it on. 

“Here. Take this instead. Those are- Just don’t touch ‘em.”

“Um, okay.” You shift uneasily, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that they likely belonged to his wife but also that you’re now mere inches away from a very naked Toji, clad only in a pair of boxers. The urge to stare at his chiselled physique is near impossible to overcome and your eyes rove over the planes of his scarred, muscular body with unabashed intrigue. He doesn’t seem to notice.

“Bathroom’s the door next to mine. Change in there.”

Mere moments later, you’re dressed in his shirt that smells like fabric softener, laying next to him. The silence feels unnerving and part of you wants to say something, wondering if you should break it and ask if this is okay. Instead, he breaks it for you.

“I never thought I’d have another woman in my bed like this,” he says quietly. “Least of all one that pisses me off so easily.”

Swallowing the dryness in your throat, you turn onto your side to face him. “If this is too weird then I can go,” you whisper. He clucks his teeth, twisting to look at you in the lamplight, shaking his head.

“It’s just a bed.” Curiosity bites at your tongue again and you contemplate asking him about her once more when he speaks of his own accord. Lethargy loosens his tongue and his guard, it seems. “Ya asked me earlier what happened to her. She died.”

Oh. That explains the oddly defensive behaviour with the pyjamas. “How?”

Toji shrugs. “Car accident. It was late, and she was comin’ home from her parents’ place. The weather was bad and I don’t think she could see through all the rain. She skidded out and went straight into a tree, drivers’ side first.”

“I’m so sorry,” you gasp softly. Sorrow pinches his brows together and downturns the corners of his lips a little, but it gleams most brightly in the depths of his forest green eyes. “How long has it been?” you ask quietly.

“Two years.” Another question rises up your throat about the little nursery down the hall, but you force it down. That’s enough intrusive questions for one night. “So, why couldn’t ya sleep?”

Fiddling with the corner of the pillow case, you wonder if you should answer that or not. You know for a fact that once you start talking about what’s on your mind, you might not be able to stop. But still, your mind feels full and heavy, like it’s bursting at the seams. His question is a needle, poking a hole in it, pushing you to let it empty a little.

“It’s stupid. I know that I broke up with him, but I can’t stop thinking about any of it.”

Or a lot. Just like that, everything leaks free before you can stop it. The how, the why, the manipulation and control of your life, the way his family and friends spoke of and to you. All of it pours out of you in a steady flood. You didn’t realise that this whole situation had thoroughly torn you to shreds, and now you’re sniffling in a strange man’s bed, your tears soiling his pillows as he lays there quietly beside you and listens.

Toji offers nothing. No words of consolation, no sympathetic looks, no questions or even an awkward pat on your shoulder. He simply watches and listens, expression grim with just a small furrow between his dark brows. And by the time you’re done, drained and tearstained, you feel lighter and less alone despite his nothing.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle, messily wiping away your tears and snot on the back of your hand. Toji rolls his eyes and reaches over to his nightstand before pressing a tissue into your hand.

“Don’t be. Wipe yer face”

“But-”

“I get it,” he says simply, voice low.

“How could you possibly-”

“Yer grievin’, right? Might not be the same kind, but grief is grief, no matter how big or small. Dealin’ with that shit alone is twice as hard so don’t apologise. Take yer time and feel it or whatever.”

Blowing your nose noisily, you peek up at him through damp lashes, in awe of his unexpected piece of wisdom. Perhaps there’s far more to this large man than meets the eye. “You’re sweet, Toji,” you say honestly. He snorts, grinning in amusement.

“Didn’t bag my wife with just my looks, sweetheart,” he says, throwing you a wink.

“She must have been a wonderful woman to have put up with a brute like you,” you say, half serious, half teasing. Toji softens, a film of nostalgia settling over his eyes.

“She was,” he says gently. “She was beautiful and funny and so fuckin’ kind. I dunno what I did to deserve her.”

“Sounds like you really love her,” you yawn, feeling your eyes slowly begin to slip shut.

“I do. But I can’t keep lovin’ a ghost. That’s what she’d say to me.”

“So don’t. She wouldn’t want you to be sad about her forever.” 

Your comment is unfiltered and maybe a little blunt as the haze of sleep pulls you under, your breathing deepening and slowing. Toji looks at you thoughtfully, mulling over your words. A piece of him screams that he should ignore you, that you haven’t a clue what you’re talking about and that he can’t just stop loving his wife like that. But another part of him, the part that is bone-weary of grieving and aching loneliness, thinks that perhaps you are right. Maybe it is time for him to move on, to open his neglected heart a little and let in someone new. To make room for some warmth and softness.

The last thing Toji sees as he flicks off the lamp and shuts his eyes, is your sweet, unguarded face.

But one night turns into several, which quickly disgruntles your host.

“Ya need to get a job.”

You know you’ve overstayed your welcome, but what else are you supposed to do? You haven’t got a single penny to your name nor have you been in contact with your family for a long, long time. You don’t even know if they still remember you exist. He’s right, of course, but you don’t want to admit that out loud and see that annoying, smug smirk of his that makes your heart beat annoying loud.

“Do I?” you ask, eyes still trained on the cooking show you’re watching. Maybe if you stare at the screen really hard, he’ll give up and leave you alone. Wishful thinking, unsurprisingly. 

“Should’ve been the first thing ya did,” he says, not missing how you reflexively scrunch your nose in disgust. “Don’t gimme that fuckin’ look. Earn yer keep or find another bastard to leech off of.”

“And where do you propose I get a job?” you huff, turning to him with a withering glare.

“I don’t care, princess. Anywhere’s fine, as long as it pays. Hell, work in a strip club fer all I care.”

“Oh, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” you scoff, shaking your head in disbelief. The smug smirk you were trying to avoid crawls over his face and he leans closer, crowding your space to the point where you can feel the heat emanating from his brawny body. 

“Bet it’d be a sight to see,” he says, ever so softly. Your breath catches as his own wafts over your cheek, warm and enticing. “But I doubt ya could do it. Bet those hips are stiff as a board.”

“I could if I wanted to,” you say unconvincingly, subtly trying and failing to shift away from him. The couch is small and he’s got you backed up against the armrest. “But I still have my dignity, thank you very much. I won’t stoop to such means.”

“Get that rod outta yer ass. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with that line of work if it means putting food on the table.” 

“Speaking from experience?” you bite back with a quirk of your brow. 

“No,” he says curtly. “But I’m guessin’ ya don’t have a lotta transferable skills under yer belt, so there’s no room fer bein’ a priss about it.”

His remark crawls its  way under your skin, because again, he’s right and it pisses you off. Leaning back in, you flutter your lashes and place a hand on his firm chest, feeling the strong throb of his heart under your palm. “I bet you’re just dying to see me on a pole.”

Catching your hand in his larger one, he yanks you in close until you’re almost nose to nose. “Maybe I wanna see ya fall off it and make a fool of yourself. Should knock you down a peg or two.”

Scoffing, you tug your hand back, ignoring the expression of self satisfaction on his face. “What do you suggest then?” He shrugs unhelpfully and it suddenly dawns on you that you have no idea what he does for a living. He, begrudgingly, bought you basic articles of clothing and toiletries and he’s able to live quite comfortably so he must have some sort of income. “What exactly is it that you do?”

Toji’s mouth sets into a thin line, the scar on the corner of his lips standing out more prominently against his pale skin. For a fleeting moment, your mind wanders back to that first night and the other scars you’d seen marring his skin. It was difficult to see in the dim light, but you’re pretty sure you didn’t hallucinate them. 

“I do… freelance work,” he says carefully. You raise an eyebrow, unhappy with his answer.

“Which is?”

“None of your business,” he shrugs, leaning back in his seat.

“It is so! I could be living with a- a murderer for all I know!” you exclaim, not at all comforted by his silence or how his eyes flit away at the word ‘murderer’, at which point your eyes widen and you squeal, “Oh my god you are a murderer!”

“Shut up, I am not!” he says, clamping a hand over your mouth before you can start yelling any louder. “I’m not a murderer.”

You say something that’s muffled by his large hand and reluctantly, he pulls it away so that you can huff. “What are you then? What’s so bad about it that you can’t tell me? It’s just a job! Or was I right earlier?” your eyes narrow in scrutiny. “That you sell your body for money and-”

“Holy fuck, will you shut up!” he yells, finally getting you to fall quiet. Toji’s glare is menacing as he draws close to you, only this time, a spike of fear runs through you. His voice is low, almost a growl as he speaks through grit teeth. “Ya don’t need to know what I do. All ya gotta know is that it’s dangerous and ya wouldn’t believe me if I did tell ya. If ya know what’s good fer ya, drop it. Understand?”

Breath trembling, you nod. This is the truth, that much is clear. “Is- Is that why you have all those scars?” you whisper and he eases up, softening a little when he sees the distress in your rounded eyes.

“Yeah,” he says quietly. “Yeah, I guess it is. Don’t start askin’ me how.”

“I wasn’t going to,” you lie, frowning dejectedly.

“Whatever. Just start lookin’, would ya?” 

“I don’t even know where to start.”

“Outside?” 

With a sigh, you slump down in your seat, mentally preparing yourself to start searching for employment. For someone so desperate for you to ‘earn your keep’ he’s incredibly useless in offering any plausible suggestions. You’ll have to do this by yourself.

The next few days are spent tentatively exploring the neighbourhood, taking deep breaths before popping into stores and restaurants and stuttering through questions about vacancies. It’s not like you don’t know how any of this works, you do. You went to school and university and you’ve got qualifications and were taught what to expect out in the real world. But what are grades without experience? You’ve never applied for anything before, let alone had an interview. This whole process is frankly terrifying. 

Fortunately, things begin to look up when you stumble across a quaint little cafe, tucked away on the corner of a street ten minutes away from Toji’s apartment. It’s run by an elderly couple who are relieved that someone responded to their tiny ad in the local newspaper (you haven’t seen any ad but they don’t need to know that). They’re eager for you to start and you’re looking forward to having something to do other than lounging around the apartment for the majority of your day. You return to Toji’s with a skip in your step and a smile on your face, excited to gloat that you found something all on your own.

“I’m back!” you sing. The night before, he had been ‘working’ and the note on the fridge said he'd be back in time for dinner. “Toji?”

“Kitchen,” comes his familiar grunt. Dropping the spare keys he gave to you on the coffee table, you pad barefoot into the kitchen, gasping in horror at the sight before you. Sitting at the small dining table is Toji, but what alarms you is the sheer amount of crimson that surrounds him. It’s only now that your gaze travels to the floor, that you  notice the blood splatters on the kitchen tile that lead to him like a trail of breadcrumbs.

“What the fuck happened?!”

“I had a knitting accident, the fuck does it look like?” he grumbles, gingerly dabbing at a wound with an overly saturated bloody cloth. His shirt is half off, one arm free of his sleeve to expose his midriff.  “‘s not as bad as it looks.”

“Let me guess, ‘ ya shoulda seen the other guy’?” you scoff, mimicking his deep rumble very badly.

“Well, yeah. You'd probably freak out if ya saw the state of him,” he muses, cracking a triumphant little smirk. The curious side of you perks up at his vague statement, but you tamp it down in favour of focusing on the issue at hand. That, and you think in this instance, it’s best to let it go.

“Where do you keep your first kit?” you ask, and he raises a brow.

“You’re not gonna poke yer nose in this time?”

“Just tell me where it is.”

“Bathroom. Under the sink.”

A few moments later, you’ve retrieved the little box that is already woefully empty and pull up a chair opposite him, setting to work after washing your hands. There’s barely enough alcohol left in the little brown bottle, so you pour it sparingly onto cotton swabs to begin disinfecting his wound. The gash is about four inches long, running diagonally just under the side of his ribcage. As you clean it, you find that it’s not as deep as it looks, and Toji is likely just clumsy when it comes to dressing his own wounds.

“D’ya even know what yer doin’?” he asks, flinching minutely when the swab grazes his gash. You mumble an apology, trying to be light-handed.

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. I’ve watched plenty of TV to know the drill.”

“God help me,” he groans. Glaring at him, you press down a little harder, grinning slyly when he yelps. “Oi, watch it!”

“Whoops, sorry,” you say airily. “My hand slipped. Take your shirt off.”

“Excuse me?” Rolling your eyes, you dispose of the soiled swabs and rags, pulling out the last roll of bandages in the box.

“Take it off. How else do you expect me to wrap it?”

Clicking his teeth in annoyance, he slips off his shirt and drops it on the table, baring his torso to you. The scars on his body are numerous, some like angry, jagged carvings and others like quick lances over the surface of his skin. A soft exhalation of shock escapes you and your hands tremble as you unroll the bandages, shaken by the story his body tells in a language unknown to you. And yet, despite all its imperfections, he looks as though he was moulded by the finest sculptors, every dip and curve of his musculature still managing to warm your cheeks.

“R-raise your arms,” you stutter, cursing the heat gathering under your skin as his muscles flex with the action. Carefully, you dress his wound as best as you can, reluctantly drawing your hands away once you’re finished, awkwardly clearing your throat. “All done.”

“Thanks,” he says quietly, lowering his arms. “You er, ya didn’t have to.”

You shrug, offering him a small, shy smile. “You looked like you needed help.” 

Standing you gather the remaining contents of the first aid kit together and head for the bathroom. Blood and clean tiles however, do not bode well for the absentminded, and you promptly slip through the sticky trail with a shriek. Before your head can hit the hard floor, a pair of strong arms catch you around your waist, halting your fall. Prying your eyes open, you blink up blearily at your saviour.

“Watch where yer goin’,” he says, but there’s no irritation in his gentle tone. “There’s no more bandages if ya crack yer head open.”

Effortlessly, he puts you back on your feet but his arms stay firm around you. You place your hands on his biceps to steady yourself, finding yourself growing more flustered when you look up to see him watching you intently. You are acutely aware of his hands on your waist, large and warm, firm yet gentle as though you might break if he held you the wrong way. He probably could snap you in two if he tried.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he murmurs. “Just watch yer step.”

“Right,” you mumble, finally making an attempt to draw away. But his hold is like iron, pulling you in closer until you’re pressed against his broad chest.

“Y’know what my first thought was when I got hurt?” Not trusting yourself to speak, you shake your head no, suddenly forgetting how to breathe. His lips twitch with the ghost of a smile. “I thought ‘she’s gonna freak out if she sees this. Better wrap this up before anythin’ happens’.”

“Oh,” you whisper dumbly.

“Imagine that. Worryin’ about leavin’ a nuisance like you behind.”

“It’s unthinkable,” you joke under your breath and he chuckles, the vibrations rumbling against your chest in the most pleasant way. You’re both quiet for a while, until you remember the news you were so excited to share with him. “Guess what?”

“What?” he mumbles distractedly, gaze flicking to your lips for the merest heartbeat.

“I got a job.”

He pauses, narrowing his eyes at you in disbelief. “Liar.”

“I’m serious!” you laugh and this time, Toji actually smiles. It punches a hole right through your chest, the way it softens the hardened planes of his face and warms his eyes and makes him look sweet in a way you didn’t think he could. In the back of your mind, you wonder if this is how he looked before his wife’s untimely passing.

“Well done,” he says genuinely, hugging you to him instinctively. His scent overwhelms you, distinctively masucline even through the smell of disinfectant and copper. The heat of his bare body radiates through your clothes and that swooping sensation rushes through your abdomen as he squeezes you against his chest. Hesitantly, you snake your arms around his neck and return his affection, burying your nose in the soft skin of his neck. It’s so nice, so damn nice…

Until he clears his throat and abruptly pulls away, having arrived back at his senses. You follow suit, embarrassed at being caught up in the moment like that, taking a step away from him to create some space between him and your pounding heart. “Uh, when do you start?”

“A-a couple of days,” you say, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot. He nods, snatching up his bloodied t-shirt and slipping it back on. 

“Right. I’ll er, clean this up,” he says gruffly, gesturing to the floor.

“Okay. I’ll get started on dinner.”

“No,” he says after a beat. “Order in. My treat.” A bright grin lights up your face and just like that, the growing tension eases as Toji shoots you a lightly warning glare. “Don’t get used to it.”

“You’re a softie, y’know that?” you tease as you leave the kitchen, and he sags a little as he watches you leave. You might be right about that.

Luckily, over the next month or so, your little moment in the kitchen is never mentioned again. Neither of you will admit it, but you both think of it often. That day caused a shift in your relationship, and your arguments evolve to be lighter and more teasing - one might even say flirtatious. 

Toji finds casual ways to touch you, resting his hands on your waist as he squeezes past you in the kitchen to reach something, or brushing the hair out of your face with a touch lighter than air. You’re not exactly innocent either. Falling asleep on him when you’re particularly exhausted after a shift at the cafe happens far too often for it to be written off as a coincidence. The first time it happened, you’d woken up with a blanket tucked around your shoulders and a pillow under your head. You almost melted into the sofa cushions.

The cafe does exhaust you. It takes a while for you to adjust to working and learning the ropes, but your bosses are endlessly patient and kind, even through your many, many mistakes. You’ve messed up more orders than you can count, and spilled enough coffee to fill a bathtub. But you’ve finally made it through an entire month, almost bursting into tears when you receive your first pay cheque.

The sound of a knife hitting a bamboo board is the first thing that greets you when you arrive home, tucking the little slip of paper behind your back to conceal it from view. It takes more of an effort to hide your giddy grin as you seek out Toji in the kitchen, popping your head around the door and watching how his brow furrows in concentration as he chops vegetables haphazardly. 

“Hey,” you greet him casually, leaning against the worktop to peer up at him, lip caught between your teeth.

“Hey.”

“How was your day?”

“Fine,” he says slowly, turning to you with a raised brow. “Why’re you askin’?”

“Can’t I ask how you’ve been?” you huff, rolling your eyes.

“Not without an ulterior motive.”

“Then I guess you won’t wanna see this.” You slap the piece of paper on the worktop before him, watching his face intently for his reaction. Scrunching his face in confusion, he squints at it, before picking it up and scanning it. As he does so, his eyebrows arch up and disappear under his dark, messy fringe, emerald eyes widening in surprise.

“Is that-”

“It is,” you preen. Toji barks out an astonished laugh, catching you off guard. 

“Guess yer not like those snotty rich folk after all,” he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulders and yanking you into his side for a clumsy hug.

“I did tell you!” you huff, but you’re smiling as you meet his gaze, heart hammering in your chest as he squeezes you to him. Toji’s face softens.

“Ya did, didn’t ya?” he says fondly, dipping his head down to brush his lips softly over your temple. The gesture is so simple, almost casual, and still you melt in his hold, greedily soaking up this brief moment of affection. 

Lightly, his fingers trace the skin of your throat, brushing up over the ridges of your windpipe and settling under your jaw. You feel small all of a sudden, vulnerable under his strong, callused hands as he tilts your head towards his. Warm breath wafts over your lips and the rational part of you that should be telling you to untangle yourself from him right now is silent. 

“I’m proud of you,” he whispers.

Impulsively, you close the gap for him and capture his lips with yours.

Kissing Toji doesn’t unfold the way you expect it to. He’s surprisingly tentative the moment his mouth moulds against yours, unsure of if you’ll tug him even closer or push him away, like he’s waiting for you to decide if this is a mistake or not.  But when your fingers tangle in his hair to pull him more firmly against you, his restraint begins to splinter, as does yours.

Hunger courses through you. An aching need to have him closer than close, to swallow him whole, bones and all. A thrill rushes down your spine when his hands find your hips and he lifts you easily into his arms, kissing you more fervently when you wrap your legs around his waist. Gasping he pulls away for a breath, fingers digging into the softness of your flesh.

“Tell me to stop,” he says breathily, nosing at your cheek. “Say it.”

“No,” you whine, chasing after his lips. “I don’t want to.”

“Why?” 

“I don’t know.” You’re growing antsy, curling your fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. “I just want you right now.”

“Yer so fuckin’ annoying.” He says it like he’s relieved, surging in to fit against you once more. Pulling you more flush against him, he runs his tongue demandingly over your lower lip, growling low in the back of his throat when you open your mouth under his insistence. Each kiss unravels further into desperation which ripples throughout your body, making your skin tingle with anticipation. You can feel the desire beginning to coil in your abdomen, swirling hotter when he sucks on your tongue.

He grunts, stumbling over to the nearest soft surface he can think of as he steps out of the kitchen with you and into the living room. Lowering you onto the couch he descends on you quickly, spit-slick lips running wet trails over your jaw and neck, nipping at the slope and grinning when you gasp his name. “Yer kinda cute like this. It’s nice when you’re not runnin’ yer mouth.”

“Shut up,” you pout, fighting the urge to squirm away when his hands rest on your thighs and roam up to the waistband of your jeans. His palms are hot even through the thick fabric, moving dangerously close to your drooling core. Your cunt throbs as his thick fingers undo your button and zip before working the material off your hips and legs. Tossing them aside, he presses his forefinger against the gusset of your underwear, your arousal sticking to the blunt tip through the fabric. 

“It’s always the ones that look the most innocent that want it the most,” he half sneers, enraptured by the way you twitch and pulse under him. “Haven’t even touched ya and you’re already drippin’. Did your ex ever make ya this wet?”

“No,” you whimper, pushing your hips against his finger. “We only had sex a few times.”

Toji is equally annoyed and elated by this information. “That so? Huh. Weirdo.”

“What’s weird is you’ve got my pussy in your face but you want to talk about my ex.” Huffing you turn your face away from him, letting your legs slowly fall shut. His hands stop you, holding you firm against the sofa cushions. There’s a darkness brewing in his eyes, a predatory gleam that makes you shiver. Without warning, he tears your underwear from your hips, yanking you to the edge of your seat and spreading you wide for him.

“That’s enough outta you.” Warmth, unlike any you’ve ever felt before, glides heavily over the length of your sex, fluttering roughly over your clit and pulling a choked whine from your throat. Looking down, your body flares hotter at the sight of Toji’s head buried between your thighs, his tongue lapping hungrily at your cunt.

“What are you- oh!”

“Shut up. I’m just doin’ what he couldn’t,” he grumbles, slipping his tongue inside you and letting you grind against the length of his nose as he tastes your insides. He groans appreciatively, long and deep as you clench around the wet muscle, writhing pathetically in his tight grasp. Your chest heaves as he builds you up quickly, pushing you to the edge of climax with unrelenting mercy. Never before have you felt pleasure like this, so intense and purposeful, rushing through your blood like lightning and gathering in the darkest depths of your body.

Toji doesn’t stop. He introduces his thick fingers, fitting them slowly into your sopping hole, one after the other, until you’re dizzily creaming around three. He tuts, crooking them up and watching how your back arches to follow the sensation.

“Still so tight,” he says to himself. “Ah, fuck it. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” All of a sudden, he draws away from you, nudging his slick fingers against your lips, ignoring how you whine at the loss of his touch. “Here. Suck.”

Dazedly, you wrap your lips around his fingers, grimacing a little at the foreign tang that comes with it. He pushes his sweatpants down with his other hand in the meantime, and you almost balk at him.

“Fuck.” Toji gives you no time to prepare for what lies beneath his clothes due to his lack of underwear, his stiff cock standing to attention. There’s a slight curve to his thick, veiny length, ending in a bulbous tip that oozes precum. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from his sheer girth. “Y-you’re um-”

“What?” Unconsciously, your legs part further, curious as to how he’ll fit inside you. He doesn’t miss your reaction, how you bite your lip or how your fingers creep towards your centre. “So big.”

Smirking, he bends at the waist until you’re nose to nose, pulling your legs around him so that his cock kisses your clit. “I know. Ya still wanna do this?”

“Yes,” you whisper. “You haven’t made me cum yet. Thought you were gonna do what he couldn’t?”

Rolling his eyes, he grasps your chin between his fingers and forces your gaze down to where his cockhead rests against your mound. It looks even bigger up close. “Ya sure ya can take it?”

“I don’t care. I want you regardless,” you breathe, peeking up at him through your lashes. Toji wears an unreadable expression, staring into your eyes intently. You’re trying to figure out what it is, but then he draws his hips back and forth a little, dragging himself through the mess he’s caused between your legs, eliciting a sweet little whimper from you as he grazes your pert clit.

“Ain’t that sweet,” he coos mockingly, parting your folds with his tip and finding your fluttering hole. Guiding himself forwards, he presses into you slowly, eyes flicking between your face and where you come together. All of the oxygen in your lungs rushes out in a strangled gasp as he fills you, moaning low himself as you grip his cock tightly with your slick walls.

“T-Toji! Oh fuck!” you squeal. It feels like he’s breaking you into two perfect pieces, splitting you wide on his cock as he finally meets resistance, his heavy balls resting snugly against your ass. He’s got you whining already, unable to form full sentences. “‘s so big!”

“I know sweetheart, I warned ya,” he hums, rolling his thumb soothingly over your clit. “Lift yer arms.”

Obediently, you follow his instructions, lifting your arms over your head, your shirt dragging up a little and revealing your belly button along the way. One large hand fastens firmly around your wrists, pinning them against the back cushions as he draws his hips out before slamming them back into you. You keen loudly, and he grins diabolically. “That good?”

“So good,” you moan, nodding pathetically. He chuckles, breath hitching slightly when you squeeze him involuntarily. Every thrust makes you lose your breath, the slap of skin and your shameless moans filling the air. He’s stroking places inside you that you didn’t think were possible, making your head swim and your eyes water as he picks up his pace. Your body is putty in his hands, soft and malleable to mould to his will, to bend to his every whim - and you want to. 

Toji reaches for the hem of your shirt and pushes it up and over your breasts, tugging down the cups of your bra without pause and grabbing all the flesh that fits into his palm. “Such pretty tits,” he croons, pinching your nipples roughly and grinning when you yelp and start to squirm. Bowing his head, he drags his tongue over your heated, damp skin, swirling it around the stiff peaks before pressing wet kisses to them. “Who knew you could be so fuckin’ cute, hm?”

“Fuck, please Toji!” you mewl, bucking your hips clumsily to suck him in deeper, to pull him closer and grind your clit against his bristly pelvis. 

“I like ya like this,” he grunts, kissing you messily. His fingers travel down, gliding over your navel until he finds where his cock pistons into you, slowing down a little to catch the slick dripping down your skin on the tips of his fingers. He smears it up to your clit, rolling his hips rhythmically as he draws quick circles around the stiff little bud.

“Gonna cu- ah!” you cry, thighs trembling. Releasing your wrists, he pins you open, giving you the chance to finally throw your arms around him and dig your nails into the scarred skin of his back. 

“Go on,” he pants. “Cum on my cock, sweetheart. That’s it.”

For a split second, your vision turns white as you squeeze your eyes shut and convulse around him, clinging onto him for dear life as his thrusts grow disjointed. Your breaths are shaky as your orgasm ebbs and he pulls out, tugging on his cock roughly before cumming himself with a satisfied groan, abs flexing as he spills his thick spend over your tummy.

“Fuck,” he groans to himself, still hovering over you as you both catch your breath. “Shoulda done that sooner.”

“My legs are cramping,” you complain breathlessly, trying to unwrap them from around his waist.

“We only went once,” he scoffs, despite rubbing soothingly at your aggravated muscles, his fingers kneading at them firmly. 

“Yeah but I’ve never had something that big inside me!” you shoot back, flustered. He laughs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“Thought you ‘wanted me regardless’?”

“That was in the heat of the moment,” you huff, cheeks burning. Toji’s hands on your thighs slow down as he lowers them, letting your feet rest on the ground. 

“So ya didn’t mean it?” 

“I did.”

“So ya want me?” 

“No!” you say, grimacing as you sit up and feel the stickiness between your thighs. Sighing, you take his hand in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. “Can we talk about this after we’ve cleaned up? I feel gross.”

Toji tugs you up off the couch, catching you when you stumble on shaky legs. “Alright.”

You shower separately, which gives you both a chance to ruminate on what just happened between you. As you lather shampoo into your hair, you reluctantly examine the past couple of months. 

Whilst he is rough and boorish, you can’t deny the unlikely bond that you’ve formed. He took you in when the rest of your world looked down on you, when you had nowhere to go. He fed you, clothed you, gave you somewhere warm to sleep, even encouraged you to stand on your own two feet. The gentle, soft side of his heart is undeniable, partially buried alongside his wife - but it’s still there, living on in his tender touch in honour of her love. The part of it you’ve experienced has touched you so deeply that an unexpected fondness for him has flourished.

Then there’s the simpler side of you, the side that stares shamelessly at his ruggedly handsome features and the strong contours of his body. There’s no denying your attraction, ever since the first night you met. Just thinking about what transpired earlier makes you rub your sore thighs together, still feeling the echoes of his fat length buried deep inside you. 

Turning the water off once you’re done, you lean your forehead against the cool tile and shut your eyes for a moment. He gets on your nerves and flusters you to no end, that much is plain. But what baffles you most is the soft smile that creeps over your face unbidden every time you think of him. What gives you pause is the little skip in your heart when you come home to him, excited to tell him all about your day. Or when he touches you and happy little sparks tingle through your veins.

Plopping down into a seat opposite him at the little dining table in his kitchen, the two of you share the meal he finished preparing whilst you were showering. You prod at your rice distractedly, splitting a grain between your chopsticks. Unsure of what to say, you glance up and find that your companion is fidgeting too. Apprehensively, you wet your lips.

“Toji?”

“Hm?”

“Do you- Should we um. Should we talk about it now?” He hums again but nods slowly.

“Go on.”

Sucking in a nervous little breath, you sit up a little straighter. “Okay I… I uh- I meant it.”

Toji raises his eyebrow at you. “Thought it was ‘heat of the moment’ or whatever?”

“It was,” you admit with a sigh, feeling your cheeks flood with heat. “It was but… It’s true.”

“So… What does that mean, exactly?” he smirks, clearly enjoying how you squirm under his questioning gaze.

“I- Oh, I can’t say it!” you whine covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. Toji laughs, deep and rumbling. 

“Why the fuck not?”

“Cos it’s embarrassing!”

The sound of a chair scraping against tile makes your ear twitch, closely followed by the soft pad of slippers, but you refuse to budge. Warm fingers wrap around your wrists, gentler than earlier but no less firm, prying your hands carefully away from your face. He’s crouched beside you, so close that your breath catches.

“Look at me.” 

“No,” you say stubbornly, squeezing your eyes shut. “If I can’t see you then it’s less embarrassing.”

“God, yer so annoying.”

“So I keep hearing,” you sniff. 

“Say it,” he says softly. “I won’t laugh. You can keep your eyes closed if it makes ya feel better.”

“Promise?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Okay. God this is so stupid,” you mutter. It feels strange trying to form the words with your lips, shaping them awkwardly around thin air a couple of times, like your own body is opposed to your confession. But you manage to get the words out, albeit reluctantly. “Fine. I like you.”

“What are ya, sixteen?” he teases, chuckling when you whine in protest.

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

“I’m not laughin’!” he insists, but amusement spills from him anyway, deep and joyous in a way that makes your heart pound and soar.

“You are! I take it back, I don’t like you at all!”

Suddenly, he lifts you out of your seat, ignoring your screech of surprise and pulls you into his lap instead, settling down on the cool floor. His arms are caged around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, until you swear you can feel his pulse thump against yours.

“Liar,” he whispers, brushing your hair back clumsily as your eyes flutter open into a pathetic glare. He kisses your pout away, swallowing your gasp with his lips. “I can’t stand liars,” he says, kissing you again. 

“Good thing I’m not lying then,” you mumble into his mouth, unable to stop yourself from smiling cheekily.

“Stop talkin’ and kiss me.”

Life begins to change. Toji dares to let his softness out more and you make an effort to dial it back on ‘being stuck-up’ as he calls it. When you’re not annoyed at each other, living together is pleasant, and being together even more so. You don’t think anyone has ever filled you with such warmth before, at least, not how he does. It’s not the gooey, sticky sort of affection you often see on the TV, but it’s soft and comforting.

There’s no label for what you are, not yet at least, but you’re okay with that. The two of you are still struggling with the past, but now you have a hand to hold when you navigate the pain. And having a hand as big and warm as Toji’s makes you feel safe.

Despite all of this, you still butt heads and it almost always ends in the same way. Arguments end with the two of you naked and under the covers, each sporting your fair share of bruises and bites. Bickering ends with you pinned against a wall and Toji with wet fingers and a wetter chin. Trying his patience usually gives you a sore throat or a red backside. But when you’re tired and sweet after a long day and there’s no bite left for your bark, it ends with you in his arms, your head pillowed by his broad chest.

Life is better.

There’s just one small issue. 

Not quite an elephant in the apartment, more a buzzing fly that reminds you of its presence every so often, hauling your worries out from the back of your mind and thrusting them into the limelight. See, you can’t help but wonder about what goes on in that head of his, what truly lies in the depths of his shielded heart. Judging by actions alone, you should be sated and secure. But you don’t know how many layers lead to his core, how many times you have to score him with your scalpel to peel them all back and figure him out. 

Your worries manifest sooner than you think.

There’s a storm raging outside, rain smattering heavily against the windowpane and rattling their aged frames. The wind howls and it’s dark and gloomy for a Saturday, but you’re warm under the kotatsu with your lover, who leans back on his elbows, watching you lazily through his overgrown fringe.

You gave up playing black jack an hour ago, conceding to let him teach you to play after going round in circles trying to pick a movie. Needless to say, you can’t quite get the hang of it. Either that, or Toji is an excellent player. Or he’s cheating. Regardless, you’re now attempting to build a tower from the discarded cards, tongue poking out in concentration. Unfortunately, no matter how hard you focus, the cards collapse yet again and you groan exasperatedly.

“How do they make this look so easy?” you mumble to yourself.

“Glue.”

“Obviously,” you say sarcastically, sticking your tongue out at him when he smirks and you give up, letting the cards lay flat in front of you. Instead, you crawl over to him, clambering into his lap so that you can straddle him. “I’m bored,” you pout, throwing your arms around his neck. “Entertain me.”

“The fuck am I, a clown?”

“You sure look it with your hair in your eyes,” you tease, pushing the strands back and revealing his pale forehead. “You need a haircut.”

“I haven’t had time,” he says, gently tugging your hand away. Your nose scrunches in annoyance and he leans forwards to nip the tip of it affectionately.

“Oh! Why don’t you let me do it for you!” you suggest, perking up at your own idea. 

“Have you ever cut hair before?”

“No, but how hard can it be?” you shrug. Hopping off his lap, you wrap your hands around his bicep and tug. “Come on! It’ll be fun!”

“Fine,” he relents with a roll of his eyes. “But fuck it up and it’s my turn with the scissors.”

Ignoring the evil gleam in his eye, you drag him to the bathroom, flicking the light on and pushing him down by the shoulders to sit on the edge of the tub. You rummage through his little cabinet, triumphantly pulling out a pair of scissors and a comb, completely missing the way his eyes cloud slightly.

After thoroughly wetting his hair, you get to work, combing it out so that it plasters against his skull. Like this, the back hairs reach down past his nape and his fringe falls well past his eyes. “This won’t do,” you tut, snapping the scissors a couple of times, a little too gleefully for his liking. You take a lock of hair and trap it between two fingers, running them down the length to straighten it out and gauge where to start trimming, the way your own hairdresser used to. 

And then you begin.

The snip of the scissors echoes off the bathroom tiles as you work your way around his head, tilting it this way and that and grimacing a little when it looks wonky. It’s shoddy work by professional standards, but you reason that he doesn’t style his hair anyway so it shouldn’t be too obvious. You're lost in your task until he speaks up quietly and makes your hands pause.

“Surprised they’re not rusty.”

“Hm?” Raising the scissors to eye level, you inspect them carefully, noting that the blades are a little dull but otherwise functional. “Oh yeah, they were right at the back. I didn’t even think you’d have a pair.”

“They’re not mine. They were my wife’s.” Something twinges in your chest at the mention of her. He doesn’t speak of her much as it is, but the moments he does, an ache flares and you feel on edge. 

“Oh,” you manage. “Did she cut your hair too?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling to himself, dipped in longing and melancholy. “She was kinda like you, y’know.”

“How so?”

“Clumsy,” he chuckles. “She loved tryin’ her hand at new things even if it didn’t work out. The first time she cut my hair, one side was an inch longer than the other. When I pointed it out, she told me I was seein’ things.” You laugh along with him, but it sounds hollow to your own ears.

“You really miss her, don’t you?” you murmur, running your fingers soothingly through his hair. He leans into your touch with a sigh.

“Yeah. Always. She was the love of my life”

It feels like a boulder has been dropped in your stomach.

You can’t even compare to that lofty position in his heart.

How can a few words feel so heavy? How is it possible for him to put a crack in your heart like that? With such nonchalant ease? They echo in your mind, corner to corner, distracting you to the point where you nearly cut his ear. Quickly, you finish up, wanting to escape the stuffy atmosphere hanging in the bathroom. 

“Done,” you tell him quietly.

“Thanks,” he says, standing and kissing your forehead, not noticing the wetness shining in your eyes. Peeking into the tiny mirror above the sink, he inspects himself with a satisfied hum. ”Not bad for a first timer.”

You leave him to shower off the remaining hair clinging to his skin, retreating back to the living room. Shoving your legs under the kotatsu, you lean forwards and rest your forehead on the table, squeezing your eyes shut to stave off the burning sensation building behind them.

Rationally, you know it’s shitty of you to be jealous of a dead woman - she’s not coming back to take your lover away from you. You know that. And she was his wife, his family. A loss that deep stays with you forever. You know that.

And still. 

It’s not fair.

It’s not fair that she has a hold over him even though she’s not here. It’s not fair that sometimes, in the wee hours of the night, he still exhales her name as he sleeps. It’s not fair that you sometimes catch him looking at you with longing, but like it’s not you he’s seeing. It’s not fair that he admits to loving her so easily and not you. She may be dead, but she lives on forever in his heart with him, a place you may never be able to reach.

Quietly, you allow the tears to fall, sluicing down your cheeks in hot streams as your shoulders shake with your sobs. You gulp down every noise, every sharp intake of breath, squeezing your lips together tightly so that he won’t hear your pathetic little sniffles. Your heart aches in your chest, a visceral pain that makes you crumple in on yourself, forcing you to curl up to make it ebb. And it’s at this moment that you come to a devastating realisation.

You are in love with a man who will never love you back. 

As quickly as you find bliss, it begins to slip through your fingers.

It may just be your imagination, but it begins to feel like Toji withdraws from you more often. Part of you wants to do the same, to pull back and see if he’ll reach out and tug you back in. The other part of you wants you to double down on your efforts, as if trying harder and being more sweet and obedient will endear him to you. 

Unfortunately, in your limited experience, neither method has worked before. Your ex didn’t care for your effort, nor did he even bat an eye when you left without a word. An ugly part of you likes to tell you that Toji is the same, that he doesn’t care if you stay or go. That you mean absolutely nothing and your relationship is built on convenience because he misses human touch and warmth. Because you make a good distraction from his grief. 

His latest ‘job’ also takes up a lot of his time, and he’s away more than usual, sometimes days at a time. Being alone is difficult, especially with the tumultuous state of mind you exist in. You can’t help but let your thoughts wander to where he could be going on these excursions.

It’s like there’s a chasm that’s opened up between you, yawning wider the further you journey, pulling your once joined hands apart until you’re clinging on by your fingertips. There’s nothing you can do as the distance grows wider and the inevitable approaches.

It’s the reason you find yourself in that same barstool once again, looking less out of place than the first time. A glass of water sits before you, condensation pebbling on the sides and dripping down to pool on the streaky surface of the bar. The bartender chooses not to warn you away this time. After all, you’re not his problem - he’s not telling you again. So he lets you sit quietly, morosely running your finger around the rim of the tumbler.

I’ll be at the bar after you finish work. Meet me there.

That’s all he had said to you before you left for your shift, ignoring your look of confusion as he disappeared without another word to go and shower. You’d stood in the genkan for a few minutes, mind racing with reasons as to why he would want you to meet him at the place where everything began. To fix things? Break them off? You’ve been plagued by questions all day, distracted from working until you finally clocked out and headed back to the start.

Now here you sit, waiting for your lover, wondering if he’ll even turn up. Each time the door opens, you peek up, hoping that it’s him, deflating further when it’s not. Eventually, you give up on checking, sipping from your glass and fighting the sting in your eyes. 

A hand jolts you from your musings, large, warm and familiar.

“How long have you been here?” Toji grumbles, tugging out the stool beside you and sitting down.

“Nice of you to finally turn up.”

“Somethin’ came up,” he says vaguely and you roll your eyes, keeping them focused on your water.

“Obviously. Why did you call me here?”

“To talk,” he says simply.

“We couldn’t have done that at home?” He regards you carefully for a moment before he calls for the bartender and orders a drink. Silence pervades the space between you as he waits for his beer, promptly taking a draught and sighing heavily once he swallows.

“So… Why are we here?” you ask again, watching him rub his chin irritably.

“Cos I haven’t been fair to you. I know the past few weeks have been rough with me bein’ away a lot,” he admits slowly. “But it’s not just that. I don’t want you to take this badly but I realised something.”

“What is it?”

“I guess- I’m still grieving.” Another pause. “I’m still in love with her.”

And there it is. 

You’re not sure how you expected to feel once hearing his confession. Mostly, you feel empty. Wrung dry. The past few weeks have been difficult indeed, between being lost in your own head and the constant arguing - you are emotionally drained. What should be making the tears spill down your cheeks, makes you feel bone-tired instead.

“I know,” is all you say. Toji takes your hand in his, running his thumb comfortingly over your knuckles.

“I’ve been tryin’. I swear.”

“I know.”

“I wanna love you. I really do.”

“But you don’t,” you say bluntly, pulling your hand away. “How am I supposed to compete with a dead woman?”

“You’re not competin’.”

“Toji.” You say his name quietly, letting the syllables roll off your tongue gently. “You don’t have to force yourself.” 

Frustration marks his brow as he takes your hand back and squeezes it somewhat defiantly. “I can’t keep livin’ like this. I know that. Let me fix this, I just need a little time. Can I have that?”

“I don’t know.”

Abruptly, he tugs you out of your seat, tossing a small wad of notes on the bar before leading you out into the cool night. The frigid air kisses your skin and makes you shiver, so he pulls you into his side, wrapping a thick arm around you to lend you his warmth. The gesture makes your traitorous heart flutter, even as it cracks down the middle. 

“Let’s go get some ramen,” he suggests, guiding you down the vaguely familiar route. Humming noncommittally, you let him string you along the pavement, not missing the way his arm tightens around you slightly. Strong gusts of wind try to slip between you, like nature itself is trying to pull you apart. But he holds fast and refuses to let go. Not yet, at least.

The ramen shop is exactly how you remember it. Warm and cosy, quiet at this hour. It smells just as good as it did last time, transporting you back to your first meal together. You sit at the same table and the ramen that arrives looks exactly the same. But when you take your first bite, there’s no fervor, no eagerness to the way you eat like there was back then. You eat delicately, slowly, and despite your taste buds exploding with flavour, something doesn’t taste quite right. 

Bitter.

Like the taste left in your mouth from Toji’s words is still sitting heavily on your tongue, disrupting the savouriness of the broth.

“How was yer day?” he asks conversationally.

“Fine.” The tense air sits heavily on your shoulders when you don’t elaborate, weighing you both down until he speaks again in an attempt to shatter it.

“I’m uh, leavin’ again tomorrow.”

“So much for fixing things,” you scoff quietly, stabbing at your noodles. He sighs heavily, fixing you with that intense stare he looks at you with when he’s deadly serious.

“Look, this is the last time for a while. I’ll be gone a week and then I’m all yours.”

“Really?” Hope leaks into your voice as you set your chopstick down. 

“I promise. Is that okay?”

Eyeing him warily, you nod, a little bit of relief daring to soothe your heart. He gives up on small talk after that - it’s really not a strong suit of his, so you eat in relative silence, the only sounds coming from the kitchen and your slurping and chewing. The silence is a little easier to breathe through as you finish your meal. He promised. That has to mean something. 

He unlocks the door and you both toe your shoes off once you get home. Barely two steps inside and his arms are around your waist, lips brushing softly over the delicate skin of your neck. Out of pure habit, you let your head loll to the side, inviting him to explore the planes of your throat with his mouth. His teeth graze lightly over your pulse point before he travels up to kiss at your jaw and cheek.

“I meant it,” he whispers, voice husky in your ear. Warm hands slip under the hem of your hoodie, his thumbs stroking at the soft skin of your belly. Resting your hands over his, you loosen his grip and tug him towards his room, not even bothering to flick any of the lights on as you turn to face him.

“Show me. Show me what I mean to you.”

That night, Toji makes love to you with a sweetness you’ve never felt before. Every drag of his lips on your skin is warm and tender, tracing paths over every contour of your body. His touch is almost reverent, fingers gripping at you with a restrained desperation that kindles hope in your heart. His whispers of praise make you mewl, back arching into him to pull him closer, to make him yours, because he’s all you have in this awful world.

When he pushes his cock into you, he groans your name like a benediction, breath hot on the shell of your ear as his hips fluidly roll back and forth. Toji clutches you to him like this is the last time he’ll be inside you, the last time he’ll get to pour his love into you with just a brush of his fingertips. There’s almost a finality to the way he fucks you, stretching out every last sensation like warm taffy, prolonging it until he’s forced to let go.

You lose count of how many times he’s made you cum, how many times he’s filled your cunt, how many kisses he’s branded into your skin. Over and over, again and again, until your tears dampen the pillow, equal parts pleasure and sorrowful yearning. Until he’s burying his head in your neck and his strong arms shake and give way, winding around your waist.

“Don’t let me let you go before we’ve even gotten anywhere,” he murmurs, kissing the hollow beneath your ear. “Give us a chance.” You’re too incoherent to respond so you offer him a sleepy nod and snuggle into his bare chest, drifting off to sleep with a warmer heart than you started your evening with.

Morning arises bright and cool, but you’re snugly wrapped up under the sheets with your lover, the cold unable to nip at you from the safety of his arms. Toji is already awake as you stir, offering you a gruff ‘g’morning’ before he starts to untangle himself from you - or he would if you weren’t clinging to him so tightly.

“I gotta go, sweetheart,” he says, gently prying himself out of your grip. “I’m meetin’ someone in a couple hours.”

“Plenty of time for you to stay with me a little longer.” Shaking his head fondly, he leans down to kiss you softly, cradling your cheek in his palm. 

“I can’t.” His expression is apologetic as he breaks free of your hold, not missing the dejected look on your face when he straightens up. “Don’t look at me like that. I’ll be back before ya know it.” Huffing, you slump back into the pillows, drawing the duvet tight around your neck to ward off the chill. You watch him longingly as he exits the room, still completely bare from the previous night.

Compared to last night, you feel better. The tightness in your chest has loosened some, though you still remain dubious. A couple of promises and a night of love-making doesn’t quite cement his words the way you’d like, but it’s a start and you can’t help but feel hopeful. Despite this, something sits in your gut, a quiet anxiety that you quickly dismiss as hunger despite the way it makes your skin prickle. 

The feeling persists even after you bid Toji goodbye, pressing one last longing kiss to his lips, fingers curled into the dark t-shirt he’s wearing. “Stay safe,” you murmur into his chest. “I’m not patching you up again.”

“I’ll be fine,” he grins reassuringly as he pulls away, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry yer pretty little head about me.”

“I’m serious, Toji.”

“So am I. I’ll be home before ya know it.”

The apartment is unnervingly quiet once he’s gone, amplifying the feeling of dread that’s been swishing around your stomach all morning. The feeling doesn’t abate as the day wears on and night falls again, even when he calls you as you’re falling asleep. It spreads through your body like a disease, crawling sluggishly through your bloodstream day after day, steadily approaching your fragile heart. 

The calls stop after the fourth day and that’s when it begins to suffocate you.

A week passes by and still, there’s silence despite your periodic calls throughout the day. He hasn’t returned like he said he would. Worry gnaws at you ceaselessly, devouring your ability to eat and sleep, making you sick to your stomach. You have no idea where he is, if he’s even okay or- 

No. He can’t be. Not like this.

Not when he promised to come home. When he looked at you like he meant it. When the two of you have so much left ahead of you, so much to explore and learn about the other. When there are places you want to go together, dates you want to pester him into taking you on, finding out who that damn empty crib is for. Not when you want to tell him properly that you love him. When you’ve just decided you’re going to wait for him to love you too.

Our story ends where it began. 

You, seated atop that same barstool once more, in that dimly lit bar, alone. 

A shrouded figure, tall and lean stops a few feet away from where you sit. You catch sight of a lock of long, dark hair and long, elegant fingers. Caught between two of those fingers is a small, rectangular envelope. The figure places it on the bartop and beckons the bartender over, murmuring something quietly to him before swiftly making their exit. The bartender eyes you sympathetically before sliding the envelope over to you.

“I’m assumin’ this is for you,” he says.

On the back, in an untidy chicken scratch, is your name. The envelope is stained with dried, bloody fingerprints. 

Oh bitter, bitter, irony.

You’re in love with a ghost too. 

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QUESTIONS I’VE NEVER ASKED MY BOYFRIEND [series]

JUJUTSU KAISEN X FEM! READER 

- in which the reader asks a series of question to her boyfriend that she haven’t asked before.

EPISODE ONE - RYOMEN SUKUNA

1017 words — november 13, 2022

EPISODE TWO - CHOSO KAMO

1066 words — november 15, 2022

EPISODE THREE - SATORU GOJO 

944 words — november 26, 2022

EPISODE FOUR - TOJI FUSHIGURO 

— 914 words — november 30, 2022

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋: 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

ও rating. explicit

ও summary. his smile—almost too sharp to be nice—makes your chest do this silly thing when he says, “let’s play a game.” | wc. 2.7k+

cw/ tw. dark content. psychological manipulation, paranoia, extremely dubious consent, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, violence (not towards the reader), praise kink, possessive behavior 

ও featuring. Stalker!Toji x Fem!Reader

ও an. when I tell you it took everything to pull  2k+ words out of thin air to finish this fic because I wanted the build-up to be right. this is part 2 of my entry for @bl4des ’don’t blink collab’ <33 please mind the tags and enjoy:) also thank you @kingdumkum for looking this over for me 🖤 | part 1 | part 2

When you wake up the next morning, it’s almost noon, and he’s already gone.

You’re unsure what you expected from a guy you’d just met, but then you sit up and notice a scrap of paper propped on the pillow beside yours. There’s a phone number above where ‘call me when you wake up’ is hastily scrawled. A small T beneath that.

You wrinkle your nose at how presumptuous it is for him to think you’ll give him what he wants, regardless if he asks nicely or not. Maybe he’s seen the cracks in your armor, got a glimpse at the terrible little anomaly inside that yearns. One couldn’t be blamed for being curious.

A few minutes later, while you wait for him to answer, you stare at the note and can’t help thinking of the letters tucked neatly away in your sock drawer. How the looping of the handwriting, messy and unique, almost looks familiar. 

They’re different, sure; Toji and the man in the letters. Where one is tangible, warm, and breathing, the other is just ink on paper. It’s the subtle similarities—the tattoos, that they speak plainly, only ever saying what they mean or nothing at all—that have the proverbial gears in your head turning the more you think about it. 

And then the thought crumbles when his voice (deep, graveled) comes through on the other end: “Didn’t think you’d call.” 

He says it like he had zero doubts that you would.

~~~~~

It’s been six days, and you finally cracked.

You google his name and find next to nothing. No social media accounts or a business website for someone who’s apparently rich enough to fund social events with a free bar—not that a first name gives you much to work with.

There’s little you can do other than wait for him to lay down his deck of cards.

It sits at the back of your mind that you don’t really know who he is, until it’s brushed away, like a willow in the wind, whenever he rests his hand on your knee while you sink into the soft leather seats of his car; his mouth at your ear in crowded clubs to tell you how he’s going to take you out of your dress, his cock pressing so generously (insistently) against that spot that makes your head feel fuzzy and stuffed full of cotton. 

And, if you’re being honest, it’s—pleasant. Having someone fill the lull in your life, to stretch the void thin with soft-spoken words underneath the security of a warm blanket or dates in rooftop restaurants that your greasy takeout dinners in paper cartons hardly hold a candle to. It’s a strange thing to be doted on.

You’re still trying to put the puzzle pieces into place between nights of city life on velvet lounges and the dewy mornings when he wakes you with his mouth, winding a dizzying path across the inside of your thighs until two thick fingers are pushed up to the knuckle in your cunt. 

You find it hard to put two thoughts together in those moments, mind blissfully blank, too drunk on lust and rough affection to remember what you were so insistent on figuring out.

Then, it all shifts: but it comes out looking wrong, the pieces not fitting as snugly as they should, edges crooked and distinct, like a product that doesn’t match the picture on the box. That’s what you think the first time Toji says something mildly concerning. 

It’s after he picks you up from work. Something he insists on doing from now on—I don’t like you taking the bus, too many creeps—and you didn’t really want to turn down a ride free of cramped seats and expensive bus fare.

You’re digging through your purse—a trendy handbag that appeared in a pretty wrapped box on your doorstep one morning—to find your chapstick when he asks, “What did he have to say?” 

“Who?”

“That guy you were walking with.”

Something about the rough edge in his voice, sharp and pointed like a blade that can easily tilt either way, makes you look up.

“Oh, um, he...” 

You’re abruptly hesitant, feeling wary about telling him, and you’re not quite sure why. It’s not as if Ren from IT meant anything by it when he ducked his head to say—Rich men are dicks; be careful—once he saw the shiny, sleek car parked in the back of the parking garage.

You debate lying to abate his curiosity, but Toji’s hand is a heavy weight on your thigh, and you tiptoe around the errant thought of being prey caught in a trap. 

“He just gave me some advice.”

“What kind of advice?”

“That a rich man can easily break my heart.”

Toji smiles crookedly at that, teeth glinting in the street lights. “Break your heart?” he echoes. “Don’t worry, your pretty, little head. I only hurt people who deserve it.”

His fingers dig into your thigh, and he looks over at you when he stops at a red light. The corners of his eyes tighten ever so slightly, just enough for you to be unsure if it actually happened.

“So don’t fuck up,” he tells you, grip going gentle again as he brushes his knuckles against your knee. “And I’ll do everything to keep you happy.”

Your mouth goes dry, throat constricting under the sudden flicker of fear from his thinly veiled threat, and you shake your head.

“Good girl.”

There’s a moment of illumination after that, like a smudge that’s been cleaned from a looking glass, letting you properly see through the blurriness.

And the more you look, the more you start to notice things that might have been a muted afterthought before but are now strikingly clear: how he always somehow knows where you are without asking—it’s intuition, baby. Someone needs to keep you out of trouble—that hollowness behind his eyes whenever he sees other men staring at you for a beat too long, unblinking and somewhat predatory.

Sometimes he’s a little mean when he fucks you afterward. Hand on your throat that makes you see white. His teeth flash sharp, nipping at whatever vulnerable piece of flesh he can get his mouth on, humming like a satisfied cat afterward when he kisses the marks he left behind. 

Tonight, his fingers dig into your cheeks until your lips form a pout, his face unreadable as he stares at you, eyes dark enough to swallow you whole. It makes your heart rattle against your ribs at how trapped you feel with him pressing you into the mattress, broad shoulders blotting out the world around you, and his cock rooted deep, leaving zero room for escape.

And when you make a soft nervous noise at the back of your throat, he smiles, cruel.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

‘Be nice’ is what you want to say, but it comes out a mumbled, unintelligible slur of consonants when his thumb brushes your mouth and slides between your lips. 

Toji mistakes it for something else, or you think he chooses to ignore what you’re trying to say altogether and fists a hand in your hair to wrench your head back so you’re forced to look at him. Angry for reasons you don’t understand.

“Maybe if I put a load in your belly, then everyone else wouldn’t be tempted to take what’s mine,” he snarls, lips dragging down your throat, teeth scraping where your pulse thrums. “I’ll give you a little baby. Keep you in my fucking house where you belong.”

You cum almost accidentally, body betraying you—strangled little noises as your body convulses, thighs tight around his hips, fingers clenching into the pillow where he has them trapped in one large fist—the words land like pebbles dropping into a smooth pond, rippling across your consciousness until you’re consumed by them. Then left a shaky, quivering mess in the aftermath.

To belong, it’s all you’ve ever wanted. Afterward, when Toji pulls you into his chest, arm a steel band around your waist, you wonder if he knows that too. 

~~~~~

On one of the monthly breakfasts with your father—one that he actually made it to without the burden of work or the demands of a new marriage—you push around a grape with your fork before telling him you’ve met someone.

Father shakes out his newspaper and turns the page. “Is he nice?”

A part of you knows it’s merely an automatic response (to show that a father cares about who his child involves herself with), but it feels like a loaded question.

There’s a brief moment where you have to think about it. How you haven’t had a meal alone in two months, and your closet is full of more gifts than you know what to do with. That you have someone who looks at you with a contrived sense of cherishment and a worrying amount of possession that scares you as much as it overwhelms you with how it fills that place inside you that always felt cut off from the world.

It’s so very broken, but has anyone ever been so devoted to you? 

You stare at your father and try to remember the last time he asked how your day’s been. If you’re taking care of yourself, or if you’ve made any friends in your new job. In the eyes of your father, who values wealth and success above all else, then yeah, you suppose Toji’s nice.

Even if a small part of you is slowly realizing that he’s not.

“He has a nice car.” It’s a non-answer because you don’t even know why you brought the topic up in the first place.

Maybe you were hoping your father would perk up with a shred of interest. Instead, he makes a noncommittal noise at the back of his throat—that’s good, sweetheart—and continues reading the morning paper.

~~~~~

“I just find it strange that you don’t talk to anyone,” Mai says at lunch, picking around the food in her take-out container. It’s hardly an accusation—more like an observation that she’s just now pointing out.

You suppose it is…strange. If you are on the outside looking in, to see a girl who eats lunch by herself at her desk and doesn’t so much as talk to anyone outside of happy hour on Fridays. And that’s if you get off on time. 

It’s never bothered you until that moment while staring at your sad-looking sandwich and apple slices, and with Mai eating at her desk for the first time in months, you’re feeling this niggling sense of pressure to somehow stand out, prove her wrong—

“Why don’t you go out with us?”

You blink. “Wh-what?”

“We’re going bar hopping this weekend. You should come.”

“Are you sure?”

Mai rolls her eyes. “How many times have I told you not to make this weird? We’re friends.”

Were you? That’s news to you.

~~~~~

You wear a little black dress and heels and take an Uber downtown. Mai introduces you to her friends and grabs your hand to flirt with a few guys at the bar. One of them even gives you his number—Gabe, Gage, Gavin? You can’t remember his name, just that he is nice enough to buy you something from the top shelf even after you tell him you have a boyfriend. 

And the entire time, you feel a prickling sensation at the back of your neck, like when you subconsciously know someone’s staring at you, but whenever you look over your shoulder, there’s nobody there.

That same feeling follows you the next morning: while you get ready, as you stop for coffee and walk through security into your office building.

You’re only brought out of your head when your boss calls you into his office. When you enter the room, a woman in a starch-pressed suit with a governmental badge pinned on her jacket greets you with a tilt of her mouth that almost resembles a smile.

“Good morning,” she says, then gestures to the empty seat across from her. “Please sit.” 

You slowly sink into the chair and nervously look between her and your boss. “Am I in trouble?”

Instead of answering, she pulls a glossy photo from a manilla folder and slides it across the table. It’s the guy from the bar—Gavin.

“Do you know this man? His name is Gavin Miller. One of his neighbors found him in his apartment lobby last night.” 

“Um, no,” you shake your head. “I mean, not really. We only had a few drinks together.”

Then she slides another photo across the table.

“How about him? His name is Toji Fushiguro.”

Your hand shakes as you take in the mugshot, feeling faint suddenly. T. Fushiguro, the man from the letters, the very one who hasn’t responded to your messages last night.

All at once, that final puzzle piece rights itself, and it settles all at once like shifting sands.

You feel like she’s talking too fast when she tells you that he was released from prison several months ago, that he was caught on security camera hanging around Gavin’s apartment, that he’s from an old money family notorious for crime and shady dealings. 

It’s all wrong. 

Doesn’t everyone know him? Didn’t they tell you how nice he is? If they do, then why did they—

“No,” you swallow the bile rushing up your throat—at lying and the guilt, for being so blindsided by what you were too stupid to see. “I’ve never seen him before.”

On numb legs, you walk home after your boss lets you off a few hours early, tightly gripping your purse strap, a little shaken from your day. 

From the corner of your eye, you see a shadow slip out from one of the alleyways, and when your eyes pull up, you find him standing there. His eyes are dark under the soft yellow light of the street lamp, a grin spreading across his face that is almost more like a baring of teeth. It makes him look feral. Wild. Inhuman.

Your lip trembles, but you straighten your shoulders. “You lied to me.”

“I’ve never lied to you about who I am. All you had to do was ask, and I would’ve told you.”

“You killed someone,” you mumble. “Why’d you do it?”

He answers like it’s the simplest question in the world, with the slightest hint of amusement behind his words that you could be so dense as to not know. Like isn’t guilty of murder. “I did it because of you. For you. Don’t you like that? That I’d kill someone for you.”

You shake your head, fear coiling around your stomach like a poised snake. “It’s sick,” you say, backing away.

His stare penetrates, watching your every move, then he takes a slow step toward you. “Let’s play a game.”

Toji barely gets the words out before you take off down the sidewalk.

“One…Two…”

His voice trails off the further you run away. You wind between the buildings, taking alleyways and dodging tipped bins. It takes two shaky attempts to punch in the code for your apartment building, and your anxiety reduces to a low simmer when you realize there’s no way he can get inside.

Your hand wraps around your door handle— 

—And a larger one wraps around yours.

“Caught you, baby,” he says, calm compared to the way you can’t seem to catch a proper breath. “Like destiny—right? No matter how far you run, I was always meant to find you. I'm gonna stick around for a very long time. Just you and me."

~~~~~~

Dear Fushiguro,

I wonder what it’d be like if we ever found each other. How do you think it’d happen? 

It’d probably be somewhere unconventional, like destiny. 

Love,

Ima R.

Nsfw, 18+

Divorced!Toji who showers you in many gifts in the first few months of dating. He feels that as his new girlfriend you should have only the best of the best, being spoiled as much as you want. That of course includes with his cock.

"You want it again baby? What a greedy girl. Luckily I have a lot to give you. Come and take it, its all yours now. Yeah, your personal cock for my personal slut."

Divorced!Toji who invites you over when his ex and has you cuddled up next to him the whole time. It looks innocent enough but in truth you have a little vibrator on your clit for him to control with his phone.

"Shh, pet, you're being to obvious. I want to show you off but you know the rules. If you keep this up you won't end up getting your reward when she leaves. I want to give you a reward, but for thst you need to be good and stay still and quiet."

Divorced!Toji who pushes your panties down when his ex leaves and eats you from behind while you keep the vibrator pressed to your clit. He takes your very much wet panties and uses them to jerk off into, his growls and hums of delight traveling through your whole body.

"I swear you taste sweeter today. Do you get off on almost getting caught or was it just cause my ex wife was here? You want her to know don't you, how good I make you feel, how good we make each other feel."

NOW LIVE: BUILDING A BOND feat. t. fushiguro

SUMMARY: when your parents get you a job as a psychologist at the prison, you don't expect to take such an interest in one of the inmates.

CONTENT WARNINGS: inmate! toji! x psychologist! fem! reader, smut, mdni, modern prison au, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slight choking, toji is kind of degrading, oral (f. & m. receiving), p in v, cow girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), panty stealing, nicknames (Doc, slut, dirty girl, nasty girl, good girl) wc: 4,117

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Look sweetie, you said it yourself. You went to school so that you could help people, and what's more helpful than being a psychologist for the prison, hm?" your mother sat next to you on the couch one arm around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

"Your mother is right sweetie, this has been your dream since you were a little girl," your father speaks up from his desk.

"Working at a prison was not my dream," your arms are folded across your chest. "When I got my degree, I was thinking more of a cute office where I talk to children and teens to help them. Not grown men who did who knows what to get themselves in a prison," you slightly yell getting off the couch and standing in front of your father's desk.

"I get it sweetie, but if I didn't think you were the right one for this position, I wouldn't have volunteered you," your father gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He places his hands on both your shoulders, sighing, "You are the smartest, most compassionate young woman I've ever met. I know it's not the job you wanted, but maybe it's the job you needed."

Maybe he was right, I mean these men weren't emotionally stable and it could benefit them to talk to you.

The next day you were dressed in a black pantsuit with black flats, making sure to not have any flashy jewelry on. When arriving you had to go through extensive security, to make sure you didn't have any contraband, or anything harmful that could be used against you.

"You're the new psychologist aren't you?" A tall man with white hair asks you as you're leaving the security office. He was also dressed in all black, but with a vest that had police stitched on it in white.

"What gave it away?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. He tilts his head eyeing your outfit.

"You're cheerful being here," he laughs, hands now on the vest with the many pockets, and you notice the gun on his hip.

"I'm just trying to be hopeful that I can help these men in some way," you say running your hands down your shirt.

"I admire that, hope is not something that people have in here. Maybe you'll change that," you give him a small smile. "I'm Gojo, by the way. I'll be your security guard for the day."

"Just the day?" you follow him down a long hallway.

"Like me already?" you roll your eyes with a light laugh. "I'm messing with ya' sweetheart. Each day every guard has a different place we'll be in the prison. Mine is sadly guarding solitary the next couple days."

You hum in response and continue to follow him until you're in the medical bay. You meet the nurses, desk attendants, and other guards before Gojo takes you to your office. You give him a thanks as you put you're bag down looking around the room.

Empty white walls, a two-person cream-colored sofa, and a white desk with a matching chair. Very bland, but anything else added and it could've been used against you. Sitting at the desk you start to take a look at the files of the patients who would be visiting you. Some have a tragic back story, other don't, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down just as a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in!" Gojo comes in with a long black-haired inmate who has an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Cuffs on or off?" Gojo questions. You think on it for a second then tell him off. Letting the inmates not have their cuffs on shows you have some type of trust in them and helps build the bond for them to trust you.

"Behave yourself, Geto," Gojo starts to walk out of the office before turning to you again. "Remember, just yell or push the panic button and I'll come right in."

"Thanks," you smile at him before motioning for Geto to have a seat on your couch. He does and the two of you talk, he opens up quite a bit about how he feels about him being in here and why he's even in here in the first place. It's a great start to your day and every patient after Geto is pretty up or down. Either they wanna talk or they give you a hard time, but it's only the first day.

Your last patient comes in while you're fixing all the files on your desk, clearing his throat to let you know of his presence. You're eyes trailed up his body, black uniform pants, black wife-beater, his big beefy arms decorated in black ink, and a cocky little smirk plastered on his face. You look down at your schedule to see his name and you give him a smile then tell Gojo it's okay to take off his cuffs.

"You sure sweetheart, I'm a dangerous man," his eyes are staring right into yours, his smirk never leaving his face. Gojo leaves when you give him a nod and you gesture to the sofa for the new patient to sit down.

"Is that how you see yourself, Toji? Dangerous?" He leans his body back relaxing into the seat with a sigh.

"Of course, I do, Doc. I've hurt people, had blood on my hands. I know I'm dangerous," his eyes are watching you as you write down in your notes, before looking at him again.

"Are you proud of that?" you question tilting your head.

He puts a finger on his chin like he was thinking before letting out a laugh, "I am actually." Standing up from the sofa, he walks over to where you're sitting, leaning over you and the desk, "I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love. I had my reasons."

Before you could even respond, he was walking out the door, "Thanks for the session, Doc."

Re-reading Toji's file, you notice that it says he has a son and a daughter and was married before the incident. Your heart sinks thinking about how his kids must feel not having their father, even more so how Toji must feel not being able to be with his kids. He's right, he has his reasons for doing what he did, even as violent as it was, it was for the people he cared about.

The next few days Toji didn't show back up to the office, and honestly, you were worried about him. That Thursday when Gojo was your security guard again you ask him about Toji.

"He seems angrier than normal, and he hasn't said a word since he left your office on Monday,"  you were looking around the yard, spectating how the inmates engaged with one another or just with themselves. You saw Toji lifting weights in the corner of the yard, he was by himself, no one daring to come up and intrude. "Don't dwell too much, he'll come talk to you when the time is right. Just like the rest of these men."

The next day you go through your appointments, some of your patients opening up more than when you first meet them, making sure you tell each of them that you're proud of the progress they're making. You started to pack up for the weekend when it was time for Toji's appointment, knowing he wasn't coming, until a knock at your door startles you.

"Come in!" Toji walks through the door, head high, and another smirk on his face as Gojo walks in behind him, hands holding Toji's cuffed ones behind his back.

"He asked me to bring him." You smile lightly then gesture for Gojo to take off the cuffs before he leaves your office. Toji sits down on the sofa while you lean on your desk, giving him your full attention. Your eyes wandered on his body, seeing a few red marks and some sweat.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," you laugh slightly embarrassed, eyes staring right into his.

"I heard you don't work weekends, so I wanted to come talk to you before you left."

"Of course. What is it you would like to talk about?" you ask hand clasped in your lap.

"I want to apologize for my actions on Monday. I am not the talking type and never really have been, probably why my marriages haven't worked out." He whispered the last part, and you jotted that down in your head. "You were just doing your job and I don't need to make it any harder."

"I appreciate you apologizing Toji but know you didn't have to. I don't understand what's it like to be here, but I know that this environment isn't the best one to make you feel like you want to open up about your feelings," you smile and it warms his heart. "You don't have to come every day if it feels like too much for you. We can start at whatever pace it is you want if you even want to come to talk to me."

"Thanks, Doc, and I'm fine with meeting every day. I'm hoping that talking to you will help me get on parol so I can see my kids." He's being sincere and you admire that.

"As long as you make me believe that you've learned your lesson about being in here, I will get you parol, Toji," you give him a genuine smile and he returns it.

"I want to be a better man, for my kids," and for the next couple weeks, he saw you every day. During the first two weeks, he was still having a hard time being completely honest about his feelings, telling you small details about how he ended up here, or about his childhood. You didn't push him though, you didn't push any of your patients. Building trust with them is about letting them learn to trust you at their own pace, letting them open up at their speed, and as long as you give them the time to open up, your job will be easier.

Around the second month of Toji coming in every day, he felt himself become so intrigued with you. Whenever you weren't around, you were all he could think about, your eyes that drew him in whenever he looked at them too long, your legs that he couldn't stop thinking about wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you, and your pretty full lips that he imagines is his hand when fisting his cock late at night in his cell.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't think about him that way either. How could you not? Always having his big beefy biceps on display when he wore a wife beater. His uniform pants hung low on his hips and as soon as he sat down they were tight and you could see the print of dick against his thigh.

You always sat behind your desk when you met with your patients, so it was no different when it came to Toji, which made it easier to hide the fact that you were clenching your thighs together to release the tension you felt between your legs. Then one day as you were about to sit down at your desk Toji asks if you would sit next to him instead.

"I don't think it's appropriate to be so close to one of my patients," you smile and you could see a small pout on his face.

"Don't you want your patients to feel comfortable and feel you are building a bond with them?" He tilts his head and you laugh, knowing what he's doing. You grab your notebook and pen and sit at the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He smiles at you and places both his hands in his lap, hinting he won't try anything.

"We haven't gotten into your past relationships. Would you like to talk about your ex-wives or anyone you've been involved with?"

"Like people I've fucked?" he smirks and you shake your head looking down at your notepad.

"If that has anything to do with the person you are today or why you ended up here then sure."

"Sure it does, I mean how else would I have gotten two kids in this world without fucking some pretty girls," you rolled your eyes. "You have any kids, Doc?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?" he questions.

"Toji, we're here to talk about you—”

"We're building a bond," your body leans back on the sofa letting out a sigh.

"I'm just not the motherly type," you tap your pen lightly against the notepad.

"So you just have casual sex then, nothing serious?" you can see the small smirk on his face.

"What does my sex life have to do with you?" you put your pen down and look at him.

"I'm just curious, Doc, wanna get to know you," he's grinning, trying to get in your head.

You raise your eyebrow, "Asking me about sex is getting to know me?" All he does is nod his head and you roll your eyes mumbling a 'fine.'

You turn your body towards him still leaning against the couch with your legs crossed, "Yes, I just have casual sex."

"Is it.....good?"

You laughed a little at the question, "I mean sometimes it is, other times not so much."

"What's the kind of sex you like?" his lip was between his teeth, he's just curious.

You tapped your chin with your finger in thought, "I don't know, I like it all." You looked at Toji, eyes scanning over his muscular arms, then down to his pants where you could see him getting hard. "Most of the time, sex just depends on the mood that's set."

"So what's the mood that's set right now?" your eyes widened at how forward the question was, clearing your throat as you looked away from him.

"Toji—"

"You know you want to, Doc," he slides his hand from off his lap and onto your leg. He was running his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin, your body felt hot and a shock of electricity ran up your back. You knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but it just felt so right.

He leaned his bigger body closer to yours, lips ghosting right over the shell of your ear as his hand pushed off your notepad and pen, making its way under your tight pencil skirt and rubbing his fingers over your panties, "Such a dirty girl getting all wet for an inmate."

You did feel dirty, about to fuck your patient in your office of a prison, it was disgusting, but your pussy has never been wetter at the thought. You turned his head towards you bringing him into a heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth as his fingers were sliding your panties over to rub circles on your clit. Moaning in his mouth, he smirked against your lips, "Lemme eat your pussy, Doc."

He stood up from the couch, fingers still massaging your clit as his lips are still entangled with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he bends down in front of you, both hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart. He can see a wet spot on your panties, and swipes his tongue across the spot, briefly tasting your bitter juice and letting out a moan, "Didn't think I'd miss eating pussy, but God I did."

He pulls your panties down and off your legs making sure to slide them in his pockets, then uses two fingers to spread your folds apart, exposing your glossy pussy to the cold air in your office, "You have such a pretty pussy, Doc."

Letting out a needy whine when you feel his breath against your cunt, it causes your aching hole to clench around nothing, Toji's eyes widened at the sight, "Toji... please just eat my pussy!"

He smirks at your whining, leaning his head down to kiss your clit, "Your such a nasty girl..." His tongue slid down your folds, breathing in your scent, "acting like a slut for an inmate." Your head is leaned back against the couch, moaning at the contact from his warm tongue. His tongue is circling your clit before he's closing his lips around it, sucking the nub into his mouth.

"Mmm—Toji!" your moans are music to his ears as your thighs are squeezing around his head. He's so messy, practically making out with your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, "Mouth feels....so good." Your fingers are tangled in his black hair, as your rutting against his face, and he's moaning at your taste.

He slides one hand up your body, tapping his fingers on your lips, and you open your mouth allowing two of his thick digits to sit on your tongue as you suck on them, "You gotta be quiet dirty girl, don't want us to get caught, huh?" You nod your head, legs lightly shaking around his head, as he continues to lap at your messy cunt.

Your clit feels tingly as you feel a hot feeling of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach, your toes are curling, and Toji's name is rolling off your tongue like a song. He laughs lowly, the vibration sending a shock up your spine, "Aw, Doc, you gonna cum already?"

His eyes are looking right into yours as you nod your head frantically, still sucking on his fingers. Your roll your hips into his face, chasing your orgasm, fingers gripping onto his hair, and right as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit once more, your legs are shutting around his head as your back arches off the couch, "Fuck, fuck—Toji I'm cumming!" He continues to slurp at your cunt, getting you through your orgasm, hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

"God, your pussy tastes so good," he smiles wide as he's licking his lips, and removes his fingers from your mouth. You steady your breathing as you open your eyes seeing his dopey grin.

"You know for you to have been in here for 5 years, you're good at eating pussy," you laugh sitting up on the couch, then bring him into a slow sloppy kiss, letting your hand trail down and rub against the bulge that was in his pants.

"I don't have time for teasing, sweetheart, I'm already on edge from eating your pussy," he groans against your lips.

"Then stand up," he was quick to stand to his feet, your eyes looking right up at him as your sat on the couch. You kiss against this clothed bulge, fanning your breath over it and his head is leaning back.

"Fuck, Doc, just take it out," your hands are pulling down his pants just past his balls, eyes widening at the size of his cock.

"So big," you moan licking the underside of his cock and your eyes are watching his expressions. His lip between his teeth, eyes screwed shut, and his big hand holding the back of your neck. Parting your lips letting just his tip past your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then widen your mouth to take more of his length while a hand fondles his balls.

Bobbing your head taking most of his fat cock, he's groaning and bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, "Yeah, gag on my cock, Doc." He's watching you with dark, hungry eyes, as breathy, deep moans slip past his lips, he's struggling to keep himself quiet, "Such a good girl, with a filthy mouth."

You moan at his dirty talk, fingers massaging his warm squishy balls, as you relax your mouth deep throating him as best you could. He squeezed the back of your neck pulling you off his cock then leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, "Feel like a fucking virgin 'bout to cum in 2 seconds."

Spitting on his fingers, he rubs your clit, then stuffs two of his fingers in your wet hole, you instantly spread your legs, and moan against his lips, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Doc."

"I don't know—mmm—just put it inside me," he's kissing you again before a hand wraps around your neck and he's whispering in your ear.

"Ride this dick," he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt, you rise to your feet quickly, switching places with him so he's now sat on the couch. He grabs each of your thighs placing them on the sides of his so you're straddling him, hands on your hips as yours are around his neck.

He guides you down on his length, both of you moaning feeling the stretch, "Fuck, pussy's so tight." Once you're fully sat on Toji's thighs, he doesn't rush you, letting you get used to him, kissing on your neck, then sliding up your sweater to expose your boobs, sucking on one of your nipples.

Your rise your hips until it's just his tip that's in you before sliding back down, taking him fully again. You keep the slow pace of riding him, as his hands are rubbing softly on your hips, lips still sucking on your hard nipple as you moan his name. "Toji feels soo good," you whine head leaning in the crook of his neck.

"How about you speed up for me?" you do as your told, lifting your hips again and then slamming them back down on his thighs. Your ass continues to slap against his thighs, the sound of how of wet you are filling the room. Toji moans in your ear about how wet your pussy is, you can't do anything besides moan his name, so intoxicated with the feeling of him filling you up.

Your legs were starting to give out, Toji could feel you slowing down, so he moved his hands under your ass slamming you down on his cock as he started to thrust up meeting you halfway. Kneading the flesh of your ass before smacking it, you let out a yelp clenching around his shaft and Toji's head fell back against the couch, "Fuck, Doc, pussy so good, you're gonna make me cum already."

He moves one hand to play with your puffy clit, and you moan loud in his ear, making him turn his head and capture your lips in a kiss, shushing you. You grind your hips into his fingers and within a minute your creaming all over his cock, squeezing him with your gummy walls, and he's coming right after you. Lifting you off of him and cumming on your stomach, with a loud moan of your name.

Your forehead is leaning against his as you both calm your breathing down before you're lifting off of him and heading to your desk to grab tissues to wipe off his cum. "For an inmate, your stamina ain't too bad," you laugh fixing your clothes.

"Well if we make this a regular thing, it could get better," he's pulling his pants back up, his eyes glued to you. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door, you both look at each other before he sat back down on the couch and you sitting at your desk.

"Come in!" you yell and Gojo walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Everything okay? You guys took longer than normal?" Gojo questions arms crossed against this chest.

"Yeah, I was just crying about my past," Toji pouts and Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah right," Gojo leans against the door frame.

"I was explaining to him about my past, and it got a little emotional," you explain. "Building a bond with my patients requires trust on both ends."

"Hm, makes sense," he walks over closer to Toji. "But I'm going to have to break up this bonding moment, all inmates need to be in their cells."

You nod in understanding, and Toji stands up, hands behind his back, so Gojo can put on the cuffs. "Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Toji looks towards his pocket where your pink panties are sticking out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen as you force a smile, "Same time tomorrow."

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omg what about dilf toji 🤰🏽🤰🏽

DILF! TOJI is dangerous. he got a bit of a scruff but he hasn't lost an ounce of muscle, he's still as powerful and quick as he use to be. uses his strength as an advantage, will hoist you over one shoulder if you're being a brat or... alternatively, wrap one thick arm round your neck while he's pounding you in doggy. sleazy and a tease, loves riling you up until you get impatient with him, all the more reason for him to put you back in your place. takes you lingerie shopping, but it's more of gift to him as he sits in the waiting room, thighs spread wide, thumbing at the scar on his lip as he watches you show off the pretty pieces. "do a lil twirl for me? yeah, that's it. so pretty 'f me, aren't cha?"

DILF ME UP!

JJK MEN AS DADS — headcanons.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥featuring: geto suguru, nanami kento and toji fushiguro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥note: enjoy this alternate universe where everyone is okay and safe and happy.

╰┈➤ interested in sending a commission?

╰┈➤ GOJO'S VERSION

—GETO SUGURU ;

some of you might not agree with me on this but he probably never saw himself becoming a dad

sure he loves kids, they do annoy him when they’re loud and all over the place but he never thought that he would have kids

that is until you announced to him that you were pregnant, and his entire world changed

his daughter is pretty much everything to him but he doesn’t spoil her (gojo does)

he wants to teach her proper manners, the right way to communicate things and isn’t big on spoiling

and you both end up raising a sweetheart who’s in love with uncle satoru.

“baby, stay in my sights.” you heard suguru talk to your daughter as you both walked down the food aisle. she was well mannered, didn’t act up or tried to be bratty when told something (unless she was having a really bad day, which was very different).

watching your husband parent a child that looked like a mix of you both was a different kind of love. he was gentle, careful and most importantly trying to be there for her.

from taking her on daddy-daughter dates, to talking things out with her when she was mad at him or when she messed up, suguru proved himself worthy of becoming someone’s father.

“who knew someone else would come along, and you’d call them baby,” you teased the man with a small smile, letting him push the cart while you walked next to him. he shot you a playful glare before grabbing a can of tuna.

“don’t even start—i somehow got used to speaking in girl voice from being forced to attend her tea parties…” he sighs but you know it's far from a tired one. he looks at your daughter with so much love, so much adoration that your heart flutters.

you were incredibly lucky.

“tell me you love me in your girl voice, come on,”

"move."

—NANAMI KENTO;

this man was made to be a father

despite how tired he looks he always makes time for you and your girl

very lovey dovey and is very proud of referring to you two as his girls

whenever he is asked to hang out, he goes 'lemme make sure my girls dont need anything'

hes quite literally the best

most patient, loving and understanding husband/father

ever since you gave birth, kento and your daughter had a routine. you two would feed her at 8p.m when he comes back from work, he would then take her to the bathroom where he would bathe her then read her a bed time story. he would then kiss her goodnight, keep the small moon shaped light turned on before closing the door.

it was endearing because he put it on so much effort when it came to her. you knew it was the bare minimum for a father, but you were still very grateful that you married a good husband and an even better father.

both kento and your daughter were now in the bathroom. bath time usually took about twenty minutes to half an hour, and it would be filled with giggles coming from your four year old and kento's occasional chuckles. but it was oddly quiet, so you decided to go check on them.

when you opened the door, your heart melted at the sight. your daughter had fallen asleep in the bathtub, and so your husband was trying his best to get her out and dry her up before she caught a cold.

and he was doing it so quietly that you couldn't help but ask if he needed any help.

"baby, do you need help?" you whispered to the man holding the sleeping girl, lightly kissing his nape and squeezing his shoulders.

"I got this." he whispered in response, turning around and pressing a light kiss on your lips and forehead.

you watched with heart eyes as he gently woke her up to dry her hair, kissed her forehead and continued on with their routine, before it was time to say goodnight.

nanami kento was an angel sent from above.

—FUSHIGURO TOJI;

this man isn't new to parenting, in fact you knew you weren't his first wife

but you were accepting of it, helped giving the grieving man a second chance at life as he liked to say

you met megumi when he was still so young and the little boy loving you was enough reason for toji to confirm that you were indeed the right one

loving a child that wasn't yours wasn't given to everyone, toji was well aware of that

and as you watched the man parent megumi, you were a bit hesitant to announce to him your pregnancy

when you did tho, he sobbed like a baby

and twins? a boy and a girl? oh he was in for a ride

"you little rascals better let me love on my wife in peace." your husband whispered to the two sleeping babies in their cribs. it was 9p.m and they were fortunately fast asleep.

you on the other hand, were busy with your oldest.

finally after getting them in bed, you were with megumi in the kitchen asking him what you should pack for his lunch tomorrow, which the ten year old responded with what he typically always chose.

megumi wasn't a difficult child, but with the arrival of the twins, you were a bit worried that he would think you and toji no longer cared for him. dealing with twins wasn't easy, but you were aware and willingly brought two lives to his family, and were fully responsible for it.

when toji was with the twins, you would help out megumi with his homework. and when it was time to breastfeed the babies, toji would take megumi to basketball practice or engage in a random activity together.

"a juice box?" you asked while packing his lunch, which the little boy nodded at before staring at who was coming down the stairs.

"you got school tomorrow at 8?" toji asked megumi, and the little boy responded with a nod. not much of a talker.

"are they asleep?" megumi quietly asked his dad, who raised an eyebrow at him before saying 'yes' and you watched as your son fiddled with his fingers, anxious of what to say next.

"gumi, do you wanna see them?" you stepped in, a hand resting on his back. the little boy looked up at you with sparkly eyes, grateful that you understood him.

"go, and if they do wake up call me." you kissed his forehead and watched as he carefully tiptoed upstairs.

toji's eyes stayed glued on you during the entire interaction, and finally let his arms wrap around your waist once your son was upstairs before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"thank you," he whispered out, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.

"for what?" you chuckled, caressing the taller man's back.

"for making everything feel like it's worth it."

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1-800-BRAT-WANTED. toji fushiguro

★ summary ★ toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.

★ cw ★ f! reader, assassin! toji, switch! toji sorta, pwp, dumbification, praising, c.reampíe(s), degradation, brat taming, matíng préss, cowgirl, he‘s mean, spanking, poor toji gets overstimmed, breath play, oral (m), size kink, edging, humiliation, toji gets a leg cramp LOL, (pet names: doll, princess, sweetheart, little girl) wc: 6k

★ note ★ to the anon that requested this a while back, ilyy. also, idk where i went w this but i js ran w it lmao, k bye 🏃🏽‍♀️

“This you, ain‘t it?” Toji grumbles in a rough voice, and he stands directly outside your apartment complex. You stared at him in sheer confusion, your eyes glancing over at the long crumbled up beige-like wanted poster that had a photograph of your face along with bold black letters that read ‘DEAD OR ALIVE’ including the hefty amount that was way over one hundred grand. You gawked up at the tall well built man that stared right back at you with stoic bored eyes, wearing nothing but a tight fitted black t-shirt with loose sweatpants, a obsidian colored holster attached to his hip before he narrows his eyes. “I‘m talking to you, little girl. I expect an answer, you know.”

“Yeah.. that‘s me..” You mumbled finally, and it was safe to assume this guy, who you‘d later learn to be his name— Toji Fushiguro was an assassin. Here to eliminate you. You felt your heart race a little once Toji closed your door, and he stares around your house. As if he all of a sudden owned your place, the black soles of his shoes clanked on the wooden floor repeatedly as he looked around before turning back towards you— an eyebrow of yours slightly furrowed as you managed to speak again. “So… are you gonna like kill me now?” and then your eyes glance briefly near the right side of his chest where it revealed his name— “ . . .Toji?”

Toji steps all the way towards you, his hands ultimately buried into his pockets and you suddenly grow nervous from the haughty condensing stare he‘s giving you— your eyes focused towards the scar near his mouth, before back up at his face, long black strands of hair that blocked and occluding his vision — giving him a much more intimidating menacing façade. “Actually,” he mutters, attentively staring down at you. Before you realized it, Toji already had your back pressed up against the wall. “I was going to, but the thing is Y/N,” he spoke in a gruff voice, a low chuckle leaving his lips once he spots you start to avoid eye contact. The way he rolled your name off in such a way that had no right to sound so dirty was almost enough to make your knees buckle. “Killing you would be a waste. I‘d rather not do such a thing to such a pretty girl.”

Your face grew hot suddenly— scorching as you stared up at him with a cute perplexed look, your eyebrows slightly raising before all you stammer out was a, “But—” and he‘s giving you his full uninvited attention, only making matters worse. You didn‘t even know why you had a bounty on your head, the whole situation confused you nonetheless— but sure enough you felt yourself starting to throb. “But isn‘t the— my reward like over one hundred thousand..? That‘s a lot of money to just not—”

“I heard you, you know.” He abruptly cuts you off.

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

Toji lets off a sardonic annoyed scoff, staring straight down at you before narrowing his jaded viridescent eyes. “Huh, nothing. You heard what I said brat,” and he lowers his head just down towards your height — teasing you fully, the strong manly yet sweet scent of cologne practically dizzy before Toji stares at your lips, then back up at you, “Before I came in, I heard you,” and he purposely emphasized his words, his voice going more low by the second as you blankly stared at him before you stared at him stupidly, knowing what he meant. “Heard you playing with yourself, doll. Think you forgot how thin your little walls are,” and then Toji tilts his head with a raspy chuckle at your now embarrassed expression before clicking his tone sardonically. “But I do have a job to do so,” and then he grabs your chin to make you stare up at him. “Let‘s get this thing over with, huh?”

You stare at Toji and he‘s slyly smiling at you once you make eye contact with him before muttering an cute apprehensive, “I wasn‘t— playing with myself!”

“Then explain,” Toji grumbles, before he lightly grabs your wrist, holding it up next to your face swiftly and his grip wasn’t too tight but firm. His voice was gruff and of sheer malice before he raised a brow, growing more and more amused. “ . . . Why are your fingers are all soaking wet? The sweet aroma too. Hmpf. I bet you don‘t even know how to please yourself. What a shame.”

You glared at Toji and he chuckles once you snatch your hand away— and even though you‘ve never met the man before, you‘ve heard a lot about him and without a doubt he was insanely attractive. He looked a lot more intimidating in person, green eyes just staring into you before you spoke in a almost shaky voice. “Wha- of course I know how to please myself,” and then your eyebrows wriggling a bit. “Are you saying you can do better or something, asshole?”

“Watch your mouth,” Toji coyly grins, bringing a hand to your neck, softly caressing the middle part to give you shivers— and he lightly tilts his neck again playfully. “But yeah. I know I can, little girl. Heh. I bet you don‘t even know how to make yourself orgasm,” and then as you were about to speak, he brings a plump thumb towards your lips, staring at you with a salacious gaze. “For a pretty girl though, you sure do awfully talk too much. I think I know a better way to keep that bratty little mouth occupied.”

And now— you found yourself on your knees for Toji, the guy who literally knocked on your door and allowed himself in so he could eliminate you for a hefty amount of reward money— only to be sucking him off. Toji lets off a low grunt at your hand coordinating with your sloppy mouth movements. Occasionally you‘d feel the tip of his thrash and and tap continuously against your throat to almost make you gag. “Fuck,” he‘d grumble, a rough hand on your head, muscles in his abdomen repeatedly flexing and clenching as you lightly swirled your tongue over his length. Toji‘s eye twitched a little, not aware of how good you‘d be at giving oral— and he lets off a low groan. “Good…. girl. Be nice and sloppy. Enjoy the fucking meal,” and you stare up at him— head bobbling and it was embarrassing how you felt yourself starting to throb over and over. “Get nasty for me, sweetheart. Don‘t… be scared to be a little whore for me, I don‘t mind, heh.”

You continued to take his shaft down your throat, and Toji watched you twist your head just a bit, cheeks hallowing while some strands of spit started to escape your mouth. “Mhm nasty girl,” he‘d grunt, you occasionally using a hand to maneuver and twist on his length as well with your pretty long lashes fluttering after each and every second. “That‘s my good girl. Use your jaw more. Relax that throat and take it like t-that,” and Toji grunts from the familiar feeling of his cock twitching, your tongue tickling and teasing the near edge of his sensitive frenulum. “Fuckkkk,” he mutters in more of a sibilated hiss— Toji‘s head sexily leans backs little as he still has a firm grip on your head.

“Now I think I know why your… bounty‘s so damn high. All because this filthy ass tongue,” and his breath becomes a bit heavy once he starts to slowly rut his hips against your mouth— you couldn‘t help but start to touch yourself, Toji grows more hard from the way you‘re stroking him, your hand following your mouth movements, even the lewd gagging and sucking noises being produced. You let off a soft moan with his throbbing thick shaft shoved down your throat, kissing against the roof of your mouth and his leg starts to bounce impatiently— chasing his incoming release. “Gonna cum if you keep sucking me,” and Toji draws in a sharp breath, thin nostrils flaring while pausing between sentences, “. . Sucking me off like that, shit.”

Your long lashes fluttered as the crown head of his dick continued to prod against your throat, tickling your uvula to make you gag. Toji grows more harder seeing how sloppy you were on your knees for him— glistening saliva dripping down your chin as you felt his excited twitching shaft spasming inside your mouth.

“Don‘t spill any, sweetheart,” he grunts, feeling you swirl your tongue— lips slightly parting around his girthy thick length. “Saved a big nice load just for my pretty cock-hungry target.”

Toji lets off a low ireful groan and it‘s so sexy how deep his voice goes once’s he‘s climaxing, it‘s enough to get you wet — as well as him lightly thrusting his hips against your mouth, feeling his shaft start to pour into your mouth. “F-Fuck,” he stammers, slowly sliding his tip out between your lips with a ringing ‘pop’ that reverberated across the room. He stares at you, your cheeks cutely chubby before he grips your chin, staring down at you with half-lidded, vexed green orbs. “Swallow, pretty girl. And stick out your tongue f’me when you finish.”

You happily swallow, savoring the taste and it tastes bitter— somewhat of a near sweet tang to it before tilting your head up, lolling out your tongue for him.

“. . . Good fuckin’ girl,” he purrs with an enthralling seductive gaze, the way his voice deepens an octave each time gets you to throb and it’s almost embarrassing. Toji then makes you stand up before dragging you towards his bedroom as if he knew the place by heart. As you walked with him, he lets off a haughty cackle. “You always this obedient?”

“Not really.” You replied, the both of you entering your bedroom and he then threw you on the queen sized mattress, softly landing with an oof.

Toji hums to himself amused. “That‘s gonna change little girl,” and you sit on your bed, staring openly at him sliding off his tight black fitted shirt. He was so buff, sculpted and chiseled that you couldn’t help but gawk. Your eyes roamed at Toji‘s multiple scars over his body, painting all over him like some expensive canvas. His spartan-like shoulders that were absentmindedly flexing once he took off his shirt and you were too busy kept up into your thoughts before realizing he was against you— a rough hand pressing on your tummy. Toji drags a soft thumb against your slit, snapping you out of your thoughts and it makes you whine. “Are ya wet, princess?”

“No.” You mumbled, and Toji‘s eyes flicker towards you before he gives your throbbing drenched cunt a light spank to make you let off a moan.

He grumbled, and you intake a breath once you felt him rub the swollen reddened tip of his hard cock against your folds. “Liar,” and the rasp in his voice only makes you pulsate even more between your legs. You stare at Toji slowly raising your leg just a bit to throw it over his shoulder, another big hand pressed on your tummy. You got shivers just a little from feeling the cold tungsten rings that rested on his fingers collide against your bare exposed skin. “So soaked like a filthy little thing. Hm. Let‘s see how many inches you can take. Your pretty throat did good so I can only imagine how your pussy does for me.”

“F-Fuck,” you gasped— one leg wrapping around his slim waist, feeling the assassin start to sink inches deep inside your pussy. Toji‘s got a smug grin spreading on his face once he watches your eyes already start to flicker a roll— he‘s considerably slow while seeping his length inside of you to where you‘re comfortable. The stretch is something you can‘t wrap your head around though, it rips out a soft lewd moan, especially once Toji leans further in close to you, sliding a hand up your shirt to clasp on your breasts that was shielded by your bra. “To—jiiii,” you slurred, feeling him start to move his hips. Your eyes couldn‘t stop staring at his body, the way his muscles flexed and the silver glimmering chain wrapped around his neck with his initial, practically dangling in your face. It moved when he moved— mimicking each other‘s movements as his pace of his thrusts felt so good your breath started to hitch quickly. “Toji. Fuck me h-harder.”

“. . Harder, yeah?” He purrs, as if he‘s mocking your whiney voice. As he‘s lightly jerking his hips Toji leans up close, sliding your bra off to lightly flick his tongue against your perky hardened nipples and you let off a whine— feeling him suck teasingly, green eyes narrowing at you before his pace picks up more, removing his lips with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Taste so sweet. Now I really don‘t wanna take that money.”

Your walls clench and hug tight around Toji‘s shaft like a vice— the sloppy squelching noises filling up not only your room but your ears too. “Then don‘t kill me Toji— just.. just f-fuck me.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and kill you later, ‘lil girl? Sound like a deal?” Toji speaks through gritted teeth— the feeling of the skin slapping making him grunt lowly, both of his hands being occupied to grip onto your waist firmly, softly brushing his thumbs against your skin— his eyes meets yours, and he‘s got the exact gaze to match his voice. Purely condescending, smug and extremely arrogant. He grins once he feels your back start to arch all because of the edges and ridges of his cock dragging between your folds. “One hundred grand is a lot of money, princess. Dunno if I‘d wanna throw all that away for some sweet pussy.”

His words embarrassingly enough make you throb once you suck in a breath, being pounded into your own bed— softly gnawing at your lip before staring up at him. “You‘re not gonna kill m-me Toji.”

“Oh . . yeah? I‘m not? What makes you so sure?” He lowly chuckles, his pace a bit more luscious and sensual, rocking his hips like a chair that makes your brain so dizzy. Toji hit every spot and every angle, it only leads to you wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. The tall muscular man stares down at you— each time he lets off a menacing sly smile, the scar that‘s slashed into a slant contorts against his lips, and it‘s effortlessly sexy. “Please. Do indulge me, sweetheart.”

Toji smiles— seeing you nearly lose yourself on his cock, the way he‘s hitting you with deep strokes to drag out such melodic moans from your mouth as if you were singing in harmony. “. . Because,” you whimpered, his tempo growing more and more merciless and unrelenting, it‘s so good on how the feeling of his hips snap and stroke against you. His tip practically french kissing your cervix almost to where you can hardly comprehend let alone think straight anything. “Because… u-um…” You repeated with a hiccup, not able to drag the words out because of his thrusts against your twitching core, angry tip jackhammering and pummeling you to nearly make your break short circuit.

“B-Be—cause,” he mocks your tone, pitching his voice to match yours and he purposely butchers it, knowing that‘s not how you really spoke. It makes him smile. You writhe underneath him, dragging your nails down his back as he leaned close to you— in missionary now— the rough violent sounds of flesh smacking echos and reverberate around the room before Toji‘s deep laugh rings though your ears. “Yeah, that‘s what I thought. Can‘t think straight when you‘re getting fucked good. That‘s apparent. My dick‘s got you all dumb, huh doll?” and he brings a hand to your face, a thumb lightly folding your damp bottom lip— watching it part before the assassin catches you by surprise and pulls you into a deep sultry kiss.

Your moans slithered inside his mouth as you willingly kissed back, the very back of your heel seductively sliding down his back that was now covered with your scratch marks. Toji might have been pussy whipped by this point— he‘s never done this for a target before, he couldn’t pin point what it was about you but at this exact moment he didn‘t really care.

As Toji kept kissing you while being buried deep to the hilt with his shaft, one rough hand of his planted on your tummy while another gripped on your chin— his warm beefy body pressed against you, and you moaned, feeling his tongue slide just a bit inside your mouth. You could taste some of the alcohol he probably drank earlier, making him taste even more sweet. But that‘s when you abruptly pulled away, cutely squeezing onto his toned muscular arm while staring at him— the strings of spit departing as you broke away. “Toji ‘m gonna cum— T-Toji.”

“. . . Are ya now?” He coos in a teasing tone, his hips stuttering and sputtering— you were so loose and so incredibly wet, just gripping all on him and it made Toji grunt lowly, sexily grabbing onto your ankle before giving it a plethora of soft kisses. “Cum then, sweetheart. Go ‘head . . .”

Just as you were about to, you moaned, feeling Toji start to slow down— before he lightly wraps a hand around your throat. “I‘m kidding. You better not cum on me, little girl. Hold it.”

“H-Huh?” You gasped, not fond of the thought of being edged at all. Toji cackled at your response, your frail shaky legs tightly wrapped around his slim waist— capturing it in a almost near hug. The coiling tension that resided deep inside you, preparing to snap made your back arch more, you started to whine just to release. “Tojiiiii I can‘t.. gotta cum.. please lemme cum. P-Please.” And it felt like your nerves were on fire— glancing up at the assassin who kept jerking his hips against your sweet dripping cunt, he had a sly haughty smile spreading on his lips.

“Aww,” he purrs, leaning in to playfully lick a slow stripe up your neck before pressing kissing on your collarbone— which lead up to your neck again, then your jaw. You whimpered from his warm touch, a shaky hand grabbing onto his hair and running your fingers through his black dark strands. “I‘ll let ya cum if you think you deserve it, princess.”

You let off a choked whimper— eyebrows cutely furrowing together, your skin being prickled constantly by coolness air being created because of Toji‘s hard slaps against your cunt. “I- I deserve it, Toji. P—Please let me cum.”

“You forgot something else,” Toji slyly smiles, and you moan— your head slightly going back once he pushed a knee of yours to your chest for a more thorough and deeper angle. A cute pout tugs on your lips at his teasing, you just wanted to wipe that annoying smug grin on his face as he pounded you deeper into the mattress. “Ask me again, pretty girl. Properly.”

Your gummy walls clenched all around Toji as you whined, gnawing on your bottom lip as if you were thinking of what to say— mind completely in a frenzy from the way he‘s got your pussy transmitting into sheer convulsions with the girth of his thick cock. “Um…” You started, watching Toji teasingly raise his thin black eyebrows as if he‘s listening to what you‘re about to say. “F-Fuck,” you moaned, easily getting distracted by the spanks his hips made against your sweet cunt, getting you into a high— so dizzy, it was intoxicating. “Let me- let me cum Toji.. pretty please..” You stammered, feeling your own tight walls fluttering around him, nearly being pushed over the edge.

“Good girl,” he coos in a gravelly voice, slowing his hips just a bit— the rhythm making your eyes nearly roll before he glanced at you with low emerald jaded eyes. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Immediately your eyes nearly rolled way back into your skull, dissolving into pressure. Your cunt contracted around him and you‘re climaxing. It‘s even more of a dramatic ecstasy type feeling since you got delayed and edged— and it feels even more good. “F-Fuck Toji oh my g—god.” You spoke in a shaky tone, breath quavering with each word as he stared down at you with a cunning smile pressing against his lips. You could tell that the man was close too judging from how you felt him continuously start to twitch inside you— and the way his breathing patterns would change.

He grunts, staring up at you changing a few positions while he‘s fucking you— to where you‘re in a mating press. The stare he‘s giving you is so sexy, just using your swollen needy cunt like a flesh light, black strands nearly covering his eyes after each thrust— his weight on top of you, your arms around his neck as he leans close to your ear, speaking in a low raspy voice. “Where do you want me to cum?” And he licks yet another stripe up your neck— your knees nearly buckling as for your legs, they’re just in the air next to Toji‘s back as he‘s grinding his hips against you deep. “On your tummy?” He pauses, kissing your neck. “On your face?” He speaks again. “Or maybe your cute plushy thighs..?” And his voice lowers an octave each time, speaking lowly directly against your ear before giving your neck and collarbone more kissing. And then Toji stares at you, beads of sweat running down his forehead as if it was a contest of the sort, licking his lips seductively. “Or maybe,” and you suppress a lewd moan from leaving your spit-glossed lips, feeling the assassin nip a bite onto your neck. “Maybe you want me to shoot inside. You seem like the type. That and your pussy‘s practically telling me right now.”

“I-Inside Toji,” you nodded eagerly, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. Your voice was shaky and sweet— nearly about to feel yourself salivate from the thought of Toji Fushiguro— full known notorious assassin who was paid a huge wad of money to kill you— but instead he‘s here doing the opposite, remotely speaking you could say that he was technically murdering your pussy. “Need to feel you inside. Please Toji.”

“Okay little girl,” he tugs his eyebrows together, and he sucks a bit more on your neck— Toji just simply couldn‘t get enough of how sweet you were. “Take it then. I‘ll stuff ya nice and full. Better keep all the shit inside too.” he slyly smiles, bringing a kiss to your forehead. The gesture made your face burn a bit— but you tried to ignore it, surely it didn‘t mean anything— right?

Merely seconds later, Toji‘s spilling a thick load inside your cunt that willingly accepts it, he groans, feeling his inner gut tighten and you moan too— frail arms thrown around him as his hips repeatedly stutter and he‘s still keeping a pace but it‘s a little slower because of his release. “Shit..” he grumbles, falling into a high peaked crescendo from his groan. The way your cunt hugged him tight sent him on a frenzy. “Such a pretty little slut— taking my seed like a good girl.”

You whimper once he starts a pace again— as if stamina was nonexistent to him and feel Toji bring a rough hand down towards your sweet cunt to give it love taps a few times— and you were oh so incredibly soaked. You weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore after how many rough and raunchy rounds you went with Toji.

“Toji— f-fuck…” you babbled — and he’s gripping your thighs firmly, holding it up and your brain’s so dumb and empty. Pathetic. Each thrust and bounce against his lap makes your voice shakier and shakier as if you were on a roller coaster. “Feels s’good, Toji— fuck…”

But then out of nowhere Toji lets off a loud grunt, yelling out a dramatic ‘Fuck!’ and you furrow your eyebrows once he stops moving you— and you just sat with his dick still inside of you before he pushed you off of him, groaning.

You glanced at him— confused. “What- happened?”

“…….Cramp,” He grunts, and then Toji lays on his side and it’s so dramatic— groaning in pain as if he’d just gotten shot. “Jesus fuc— god damn it,” and you don‘t know if your eyes were deceiving you, but you swore you could have saw a faint red start to spread on the assassin‘s face. Regardless, you sat there, about to have the most best toe-curling orgasm of your life yet here Toji is curled on the bed, grunting in pain and utter agony. It was really dramatic before he mumbled an annoyed, “ . . . Gimme a sec.”

“Okay…” You mumbled.

And that second turned into minutes, and you crawled on top of Toji, straddling his lap— and his eyes widens once you start to align yourself against him — planting your hips down on his bare chest. “The f-fuck are you doing,” he grumbles, panting as he feels you slowly plop down on him again, Toji leans back against the bed and you almost smiled, hearing him stutter. “You…” he swallows, staring up at the ceiling with a hand nearly covering his face. “You gonna ride me while I‘m still sensitive? I just came, w-whore.”

Even his degradation didn‘t hit the same from the state he was in— and you raised your eyebrows at him. “Should I stop then..? Maybe we should um.. take a break since you got a leg cramp and—”

“No. Shut the fuck up and ride me. No cramp‘s gonna stop me. You— wanna ride me so go ahead then.”

You almost laugh, not even knowing you could get the upper hand with a vicious man like Toji. “Okay…” and he feels you start to move your hips again. Toji grunts from feeling so sensitive — the overstim makes him kiss and suck his teeth that you‘re easily shifting your weight towards your left hip before going towards the right over and over, the rhythm you have is nice, precise and sexy. You stare down at Toji as you‘re grinding against his pelvic bone, letting off sweet moans and whimpers yourself and he‘s glaring at you.

“Faster brat,” he suddenly spanks your ass— the recoil making you whine. And then once you do speed your tempo a little he grunts, the skin slapping making him dizzy as he bites back on his words— a red spreading onto his face, and by the looks of it, the Toji Fushiguro was embarrassed. “Fu—cking shit. More.. don‘t stop… keep ridin’ me, baby.”

You look down at him as you rode him, keeping a good rhythm before a small smile purses on your lips. “Are . . . you begging me, Toji?”

“F-Fuck you little girl,” is all he can reply with, you snicker once he shoves you closer into his chest as you rode him— his rough hands on your waist and near your soft shoulder blade. Your cunt continued to pulsate rapidly— and you felt yourself getting close again, Toji probably just the same as well. He‘s letting off soft pants as he keeps kissing your ass with the palm of his hand, rough mean spanks to make you whine before giggling. “You think this shit is funny huh?”

“No..?” You replied, your smile fading a little once he’s staring no, glaring dead at you, sliding a hand near his clenched abs with a low grunt before pulling you towards him. You let off a tiny squeak once he makes you stop riding him— lightly shoving you and you’re face first on the bed — Toji shoving having your head down and making your ass go up before you giggle nervously. “Eheh.. are you all better now? Your leg cramp I mean..”

“S—Shut the fuck up stupid bitch,” Toji growls . . and he’s blushing, hard. His nostrils flare up, and you can see his irritated flustered state from behind the screen. But that‘s when he‘s preparing to go full doggy and give you backshots. Right in front of your mirror too — you could see the familiar coy sly smirk forming on him again— as if he wasn‘t practically whining for you a moment ago. “You’re gonna be a good dumb slut and pretend that never happened,” and his voice is low and raspy and you let off a soft moan, feeling him go back inside you. He’s effortlessly stretching you out again, and that entire giggly facade leaves once he’s balls deep inside, tapping against you again as if nothing even occurred. You’re staring at the screen— lightly biting down on your finger while on all fours for him. It’s like Toji‘s stamina came right back to him as he‘s fucking you with the upmost amounts of energy. “What I thought. Shut that cute dumb mouth and take this dick like you own it. No cramp‘s gonna stop me from beating this pussy up to the fucking hilt,” and then he parts his lips, finishing his sentence with a low rough, “Little girl.”

“T—Toji..” you moaned in a sweet erotic tone, enough to make his cock twitch. A little smile spreads on your face before he shoves your head down against the fluffy bed and you land with another soft cute oof.

“Face down ass up, whore.” He snarls, and you whine — feeling him spank your ass again with his palm. He‘s driving his hips into you again to where you vision transmit to stars, feelings of your body going into pure ecstasy and utter euphoria. Each spank gets you more wetter that it‘s embarrassing— your small frail hands grip towards the edges of the bed, moaning for him to keep going and not stop. “Good girllll. Take it and shut the fuck up,” he purrs in a guttural raspy tone. Toji flicks his tongue against his scar, humming at the sight of your body jolting from each mean deep thrust of his. His hips are entirely in sync with yours — so turbulent that it sends your poor empty filled brain into a lewd trance. You’re so drunk on his dick you just don‘t want to ever stop.

You gasp before whimpering, staring at the both of you through your mirror, back all arched for him and only him. “C—Cumming.. Toji..”

“Ah ah. No you’re fucking not,” Toji grunts, spanking your ass and then he quickly pulls out. You let off a whiney sob, confused why he pulled out, let alone his second time of doing so. Your cunt‘s not clenching around anything anymore, and you’re whimpering from the lack of stimulation before Toji flips you over. “Look at me,” he mutters, and he makes you get on his lap, just barely hovering over his lap. You do— staring in his cold, green eyes— slightly flustered face, but nevertheless he still looked intimidating as usual. “Whore. Laughing at me, now look at you. A mess. Don‘t like being edged again huh?”

“N-No..” You shake your head.

“Awwww, no?” He mocks your pout, swiping a thumb against your lip. Toji thinks you’re so cute, pulling out right when you were about to coat his dick again. “Well that‘s too damn bad. I‘m not gonna let you cum,” and then he pauses— dark viridescent eyes staring down at you as you hovered over his erect cock, so eager to just finish. You were so so close you could taste the sweetened orgasm just lingering on the very tip of your tastebuds. “Unless… you beg for it again.”

You whine, staring up at him and Toji raises a brow with a coy grin.

“B-But, Toji..”

“Nah. Don‘t gimme that shit. You heard me.” Toji coos, bringing a sweet kiss near your jaw. “Go on. Make me wait and you’ll just be edging yourself for even longer,” and his voice is so smooth and arrogant, letting off a low chuckle while bringing a quick kiss towards the collarbone of your neck. “And we wouldn‘t want that now, would we?”

He‘s so— you just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, he’s definitely getting off on this for sure. Even having a cramp during intercourse, Toji still manages to get the upper hand and make sure you know your place.

A pout continued to tug on your lips as you stared up at him, speaking in a needy whiney voice. “Please let me cum, T—Toji,” and you cutely start to rock your hips for some sort of friction but he stops you— making you whine from the constant edging and restriction. “Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Yeahhh?” He mocks your saddened weak voice, and a smile tugs on his lips. “You do?” And he‘s speaking in that cooing faux voice that‘s another factor of your pussy being wet, and he grips onto your chin, before stealing a quick kiss on your mouth. Your face heats up from that, and he smugly grins. “Okay, but only if you tell me pretty please, again doll. Need to hear you say it in that sweet pathetic voice of yours.”

You whine once more, squirming a bit in his lap and he’s loving every second of your embarrassed pitiful gaze. You glance up at him with a cute frown pressing on your lips — eyebrows slightly furrowing as you were so so desperate for your incoming release. “Um… p-pretty please.. Toji? Let me cum p-pretty please….”

“Mmm, that‘s a good girl. Go ‘head,” he murmurs, a sly smile showcasing on his pink indented lips. He lets himself bury back inside and you moan, gripping onto his shoulders. With nails digging into his beefy pale skin, your mouth slightly opens, head slightly tilting upwards before you’re at the very brink — the very verge. Pretty soon your chest started to heave, and you’re cumming, creaming his dick all pretty with your sweetened slick. “Good—fuckkk.” And Toji‘s cumming too with quick reflexes, this time he pulls out and sprays his seed all over your pussy. You moan once he rubs his reddened tip against your folds, witnessing you whine and shiver.

You pant— exhausted, but still wanting more when you sit up to bring him in a deep sloppy kiss. He kisses back, stroking your back ever so gently, hearing you still moan and shake from your post orgasm as your tongue runs across near the inside of his mouth— tasting how sweet and saccharine flavored he was. After a while, Toji pulls away, and you try and catch your breath as if it was a race, eyes half-lidded before you hear the cock of a clicking gat.

You flinch, staring up at Toji and he chuckles— his shimmery black roscoe pointing right at you. “Oh damn. That sucks,” and he genuinely sounded disappointed.

“W-wha . . Did you— just try to fucking shoot me?!” You furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming.

“Don‘t worryyyy sweetheart, my clip‘s empty.” He mutters, bringing a friendly pat to your pussy before mumbling, “Unfortunately…...”

You blankly stared at him in disbelief and he lowly chuckles. “What if it wasn‘t empty?”

“…Then you’d be dead, little girl,” he replies back with a sly smile before bringing a kiss towards your neck. “Hey, can‘t blame a guy for trying. I could probably buy a nice fancy house with your cash reward,” and then he rolls his eyes as he speaks. “Low on money enough as it is, sadly.”

“…………..……..…..”

Toji rasply laughs once more before kissing your cheek before flipping you over— spanking your ass. “Heh. I‘d say sorry but I‘m not. No hard feelings right princess? Bet your pussy‘ll forgive me though,” and you moan— feeling him drag a thumb near your throbbing slit. “Now now, be a good girl and arch that back for me one more time. I‘m not done with my pretty target yet.”

STARBOY M.LIST

EX-RiNG-FINGER. toji fushiguro

★ summary: perhaps going to your ex-husband‘s costume party wasn‘t the brightest idea.

cw: f! reader, dílf ex-husband!toji, he‘s possessive/clingy, degradation, pwp, quickie, praising, dirty talk, oral (f), overstim, brat taming, hair pulling, size kink, spanks, breeding kink, he’s mean but gets soft in the end, prone bone, reader & toji has 2 kids, angsty unhappy ending ;) (pet names: darling, sweetheart, baby)

★ note: HEY luvs, been a min! this can be read as a follow-up to tinder leg binder — ur choice! heavily inspired from try me by the weeknd :) happy father’s day 2 the #1 daddy toji !!!

STARBOY M.LiST

“ . . . Darlin’,” You let off a silent blow, pausing dead in your tracks once you spotted Toji— your ex-husband of three years. The ballroom was loud, blaring with booming music, you recognized a lot of Toji‘s friends and co-workers scattered everywhere, socializing with one another in their costumes for the event. Toji stood tall, intimidatingly with both hands buried into his pockets. He wore a black tuxedo— a matching grey tie along with long jet-black slacks and similar shoes to go along with the outfit. He looked suave. Your guess was that he was James Bond from the infamous 007 action movie. “You look gorgeous,” he muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared up at him, clenching onto your martini glass as he spoke. “I was staring to think you wasn‘t gonna show. But you always do. Like a good girl.”

You narrowed your eyes at Toji before staring up at him, and he‘s still showcasing that same arrogant smug expression on his face. “….I only came to say congratulations for starting your new business, Toji,” you muttered, taking another sip of your drink. “That‘s all.”

“Hmm,” Toji hums, glancing around the ballroom before placing his hands on his hips, his green eyes practically undressing you. “Oh. I get it. Heh. You showed up with a little date, right? What a shame. I‘d love to meet the lucky guy. Let him know who he’s dealing with,” and then Toji smugly snickers. “Warn him much of a brat you are.”

“You never changed,” you spoke in a vexed tone, ignoring his remark. Toji‘s eyebrows slightly raised as he listens to you speak, the way he gave you his uninvited attention never failed to make you somewhat remotely nervous. “What do you want Toji?” and his green eyes stares into yours, his gaze a bit more stoic he was always very hard to read. “Just spit it out already.”

Toji takes your martini glass that was halfway filled with some sweet tangy liquor drink, and he drank it up— you glared at him, and he chuckles lowly before swiping a tongue against his lips, staring back down at you. “Well, since you asked sweetheart, I . . . just wanna talk. A good mature talk with my pretty little wife,” and Toji walks a bit closer towards you, you stand still as he brings a hand towards your face, using the soft pad of his thumb to wipe some of the excess drink from the very side of your lip. “Alone.”

“If you‘re gonna start dating again, at least pick someone that looks better than me, baby.” Toji chuckles as you sat on his bed. The bed that used to be yours and his— you just decided to be reasonable and hear Toji out, and by the sounds of it he sounds very jealous. You weren‘t dating anyone actually, you brought a friend but, still. You glared at him and he hums to himself before bringing his glass up to his lips— taking another long sip before speaking again in a gruff gravely voice. “Heh. I bet he can‘t make you wet like I can.”

You blink twice, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared up at Toji and you wanted to wipe that smirk right clean from his face. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me little girl,” Toji replies, walking towards you. He makes you stand up and you suddenly grow weak in the knees — Toji looks down at you, and he makes you stare at him, lightly bringing a hand on your chin to face him since you‘ve always sucked at eye contact. The familiar scent of his cologne— it was always so intoxicating, making you dizzy from how good it smelt— making him even more attractive than he already was. “Giving me attitude and back talk,” he scoffs, “When was the last time you’ve got fucked right, baby? And I mean properly.”

Immediately, you felt your face get hot. Was he serious? Then again— it never surprised you, you lived, married, and had children with this smug, conceited arrogant epitome of a man. But you loved him, maybe a part of you still did.

Your eyebrows formed to another furrow the more he stared at you with those haughty green eyes of his. “…I don’t have to tell you anything, Toji. I saw you talking with that woman downstairs by the piano. I’m sure she’s dying for you to fuck her.”

Toji swiftly rolls his eyes at your answer. “Why fuck her when I can fuck my pretty girl right now instead?” And he brings a hand up to your lavish expensive necklace that shimmered against the reflecting light of the chandelier that was directly shoved the two of you. Whilst doing so— you spotted Toji still wearing his wedding ring. Even after three years. You stared at him, feeling the room suddenly get hot all of a sudden. There was no noise being created except for the blaring hearing of your own heartbeat pulsing out of your chest practically, and the sounds of the near deafening classical music blasting downstairs with the guests socializing and having a good time together.

“….Don‘t call me that.” You muttered. Hearing him address you as his wife did something to you.

“Or what?” He raises his eyebrows out of pure amusement. “I can call you anything I want and you’ll still get wet from it like a nasty girl. It’s pretty damn funny,” and you gulp quietly, watching Toji lean up close directly against your ear. “You used to love hearing me call you princess and baby,” he slyly speaks, and you feel him plant a kiss near the left side of your neck, “Orrrrr if we were nasty, my little whore or bitch. You really liked that, didn’t you, darlin’?”

“…………”

“Awww,” Toji purrs seductively, real low before staring back up at you, his black hair was slightly messy— even more so after he ran a hand through it. “You miss me. You miss your loving baby daddy. So cute I—”

“Shut up, Toji.” You glared, tugging down on your dark black dress that hugged your figures and curves perfectly.

“Oh yeah?” He cackles, and buried his hands in his long black slack pockets once more. Toji was just so smug, his tone was full of it completely before that same annoying smirk pressed against his pink lips. “Make me.”

And you definitely made him shut up alright— with his face in between your thighs, eating you out like an absolute starved man.

“….Tojiiiii….” you gasped, laid back against the bed, head pressed against the fat satin black colored pillow. If Toji was good at anything, it was eating a girl out— he could work his tongue for hours, no matter if tears streamed down your face or you try to pry him off while you’re still extremely overly sensitive. “F-Fuck,” you whined, and his tongue laid flat against your folds, he was nose deep— the very tip of cartilage swiping against your cunt like a credit card. His green eyes occasionally flicked up at you— and he gripped onto your thighs firmly. Toji didn‘t even have the decency to take off your dress yet, he just casually rolled it up and got straight to eating his favorite meal.

Your eyes nearly started to roll into the very very depths of your skull, his tongue eliciting all sorts of whiney moans from the back of your throat. You couldn‘t lie to yourself— you missed Toji, or maybe that was your pussy talking for you. His tongue, you missed a lot, and especially with how sloppy he was. Toji was always a messy eater, spitting all over your sopping folds— watching some of his own spit trickle down between your slit only to lick it up again— lapping with his tongue before sliding a finger inside of your cunt . . easily sucking it in. His chin was sheeny, covered with your slick, yet Toji could care less.

“Dammit…. T-Toji… we need to go downstairs,” you moaned, a hand reaching into his messy hair, pulling him briefly to look up at you. “You’re gonna have your toast w-with the other guests soon…”

His was so pussy drunk within a few minutes, he looks up at you with a mere glare— jade colored eyes narrowing while he slides his tongue between your pearly nub to watch your thighs shake beneath his grip. “The party can wait sweetheart,” he mumbles, bringing a single kiss to your cunt before grazing a thumb down your slit before spanking it— making you let off a surprised moan. “This pretty wet pussy can’t.”

Your mouth slightly goes agape— a tiny whimper leaving your dampened lips, legs continuing to shake and shake as if it was a violent rumbling roar of an incoming earthquake. “Gonna.. cum againnn Toji…..” you babble, and he chuckles once your right leg starts to shake again. He teases you a lot by occasionally stopping and pausing the amazing stimulation — coating your inner thighs with dampened kisses, licking anywhere and everywhere but your poor now neglected pussy and you whimper. “Toji,” you whined, eyebrows starting to furrow and curl together. You chased your own breath like a cat chases a mouse, going on such a crazed high. “Fuck- fuckkkk— Toji…..”

“Heheh,” Toji lowly chuckles— and he‘s disregarding your moans completely. He takes a few moments to depart, creating bite marks near your thighs, tongue softly grazing against the crevices of your legs before diving right back in again. “Funny how your little bratty attitude always disappears whenever I’m eating you out,” and the most sensational rippling orgasm rips out of you— your legs shaking between his firm rough hands that gripped your thighs. Your eyes roll back as you laid slumped on the bed— exhausted while Toji slurps you clean, lapping your savory honeyed slick like a dog. “You don‘t know how much I’ve missed my favorite pussy.”

You whimper— feeling Toji start to eat you out again after your overly dramatic climax, eyes widening as you tugged on his long black strands, a cute attempt to pry him off. “Toji o-okay okay… just fuck me already..”

“Oh? Made up your mind, darlin’?” Toji mutters, sitting up and pushing your body closer towards him. He looked down at you and his stare was so incredibly captivating— pink glistening lips still sheeny with your slick on him, he made a quick swipe, licking his lips clean, tongue simultaneously sliding against his scar and it had no reason being that sexy. Toji leans up close to you, using a thumb to playfully pull your bottom lip flat the more he stared into your eyes. “Just tell me you want me. Tell me you want me and I’ll make you forget all about that dumb date you came here with,” and his eyes lowers, leaning closer towards your face. “Let your husband show how much he‘s missed his pretty wife.”

You nearly let off a whine, feeling Toji bring a knee between your legs— still incredibly sensitive as you glanced up at him. You hated how much of an effect he had on you— even after three years of being divorced. The both of you were always faithful and committed to each other, no one cheated and there were hardly any arguments. But it’s just a way of life, perhaps the two of you got married at the wrong time, besides you’ve always expressed openly on your opinion on how you hated his deadly job of being an assassin. Warning him one day he’d end up in a body bag someday, you’d be a widow alone with your two children he gave you. Toji— like the prideful arrogant man he is, would always reassure you though, that nothing would ever happen to him.

You wanted to believe him. You did.

Little did you know how that would catch up to you in the long run.

But at this moment, you didn‘t care. You missed Toji, it’s been too long— you can’t even remember the last time you’ve even touched yourself. Work and the kids always kept you busy.

“I want you Toji. Please..” You mumbled.

“Aw. I know you do sweetheart,” he coos in a low tone, there‘s a certain rasp to it to make you flutter in not just your heart— but between your legs too. Toji lightly wraps a hand around your neck, and pulls you into a deep and passionate kiss. It was so abrupt, you didn‘t expect it as he caressed a thumb against the middle part of your neck. You moaned in his mouth, it was such a salacious scene of tasting yourself on your ex-husband‘s tongue along with the strong, sweet tang of whiskey on his tongue. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest as you felt his tongue rub against yours, it was sloppy— even so it only made you let off another whine, feeling Toji graze a hand up your thigh, the slit of your long pitch-black dress exposing your leg briefly as a hand starts to rub against your exposed clit— white laced panties lazily pushed aside by him. To be fair, Toji Fushiguro was never one to take your panties off, he‘s the type to eat a woman out with them still on— he’s always been the kind.

Once he breaks the kiss, you nearly gasp for air, almost feeling dizzy. “Prone bone.” is all he says. Two simple words for such a sultry position, one of his favorites to do on you, and it was as if your body immediately knew what to do.

“But— my dress….” You huffed.

“Nah. Leave it on. We‘ll be quick,” he mumbles, and you lay on your chest on the bed— feeling Toji softly slide his rough hands to pull up your dress, he felt himself grow hard the more he stared at your body, the pretty stockings you wore— hugging against your thighs before you hear him fiddle with his belt. “Been three damn years. Bet I‘ll have to stretch my pretty baby all for me.”

You let off a soft noise, feeling Toji raise your hips up just a bit towards him— it was like doggy, but more sensual, a more thorough way to get deep between your walls which was exactly his intention. “Hurry t-the fuck up Toji or the party‘s gonna be over and—”

“Don‘t rush me little girl,” Toji grumbles, giving your ass a spank and you whine. Right then, you let off a soft moan— feeling Toji rub his angry red reddened tip against your folds. “Mmm,” he kisses his teeth, and he starts to sink himself in, completely stretching you to the maximum point. A pretty whine rips out of your mouth, Toji kneels just a bit further, both of his hands pressed against the smoothness skin of your back before grunting. “Good girl. Don‘t arch that pretty back, just lie— flat down . . and take this dick. It’s missed you a lot. Heh.”

“Stretching me, Toji,” you whimpered, softly nibbling on your bottom lip— your mouth slightly opened, feeling his length hug tight against your walls. He lets off a grunt, a low one that‘s filled with such rasp it makes your desperate pudenda twitch and pulsate. “F-Fuck.. ’s big..”

Toji hums smugly to himself, and you let off a gasp, feeling him drag both of your arms, pinning them behind your back, holding both with one hand with ease before he presents a steady pace only to start meanly drilling into you. “Squeezin’ down on me so tight darlin’. . . ,” he grunts— and you let off another choked gasp, Toji taking you roughly from behind, both of your wrists restrained by him. A tiny smirk tugs on his lips even though Toji can‘t physically see you as he‘s jackhammering his hardened length between your slipper folds, he’d bet good money your mouth’s all open, eyes rolling back to very very end of your cranium. “Tell me something baby,” Toji sniggers, and each spot makes you moan for him louder and louder. “You let anyone else touch her?”

“Touch….? Touch who..?” You stammered cutely.

“Touch my pussy, whore,” he growls, spanking your ass and you swear underneath your breath. Toji‘s weight slightly hovers over you ass his hips continue to strike against you, it feels so good, you almost forgot how good of a fuck your husband was.

Ex-husband anyway.

Only he knew all the spots and angles, the areas to make you whine and scream— and he carried that fact with him proudly as if it was a trophy.

“No…” You moaned, your voice a bit shaky as he still gripped onto your wrists, biting your lip.

“Ya sure, baby?” He replies, and his tone is full of smugness, you always hated how condescending he was— so annoying, always having the last and final say in things, that annoying smirk forever and always plastered on him — oh, how you‘ve always dreamt of just wiping it off his face. “You don’t gotta lie to me, hon. It’s okay if you were a little horny while we were divorced, heh.”

You swallow whatever source of pride you had left, not even caring anymore— your body got shivers from feeling his fingertips start to ghost against the strap that hung over your shoulder from your dress. “Maybe a few… one n-night stands.”

“Awww,” he purrs, and you feel him repeatedly piston his hips against you from behind— going mad with his thrusts to where it has you babbling words of complete nothings. “Any of your little bitches fuck like me though? Bet they can‘t. This pretty pussy stays all wet just—” and he pauses, letting off a mean low grunt, “Just for me,” and his voice lowers an octave, it‘s an almost seductive whisper, it sends you shivers everywhere, the feeling of Toji‘s weight primarily being against you— casually taking you from being and snatching off such moans from your throat, it felt way too good— you even started to question why the two of you divorced in the first place. “Such a pretty girl.”

Bawling the black satin sheets into your hand, you whine, feeling him drag his left hand to hold towards the back of your neck as he kept up a pace— all you could hear was Toji‘s smug laughter, you nearly gagged, feeling him suddenly shove his fingers into your mouth and he didn‘t expect you to start sucking on them. “So nasty for me,” he grunts, the crown of his cock hitting against your g-spot to make you cry out his name it was so loud, it reverberates and rings all across the room, shutting out the music from downstairs completely. “You close baby?” He hums, hearing your whines get more louder— Toji removes his fingers from your mouth, watching your own spit depart and he smears it all on your face, smudging your lipstick in the process— total asshole. “Heh. So cute.”

“Gonna cummmm… Toji…” You moaned, eyes rolling way back. He was hitting every spot, the way his hips mercilessly rolled— rough but gentle at the same time to send you to complete perplexed convulsions got you so dizzy. “S’good…. have to cum p-please.”

“Dunno if you deserve it,” Toji grumbles, bringing your ask a spank and you whine— the scenario was so lewd that your tongue started to loll out, only Toji could get you like this, being such a dirty side out of you. “How ‘bout you beg for me a little, hm? Do that and I‘ll maybe consider it, sweetheart.”

You whimpered— the red tip of his shaft brushing constantly against your sweet spots, it had your toes curling and back nearly arching.

“Toji…..”

“Y/N…..” He mocks your whiney pathetic voice. Toji purposely butchers your tone, changing his low rough voice to how you spoke. It was embarrassing. Some dare say even humiliating. You wanted to smack him— you nearly gasped, feeling him grab a fistful of your hair from behind, a hand lightly held against your neck. “You heard what the fuck I said. Beg or you can make yourself cum, whore.”

You let off a tiny whine— feeling his pelvis smack, pat, and thwack against you as he jerked his hips from behind you, sending you to a complete trance. “Please Toji, lemme c-cum please,” you spoke in a quiet voice, you sounded so pathetic, white noise feeling your ears as you let your ex-husband pound you into the mattress. The mattress the two of you both shared way before, wasting many days away by just laying in bed together, doing nothing but talking. You‘d be lying if you say that you didn‘t miss Toji, you brought out the best in him. Even though that took a long time— he‘s never been one to settle down, he ran through women like it‘s nothing but that all stopped once he met you. As cliche as it sounds, it‘s true. Toji‘s still the annoying cold-hearted smug bastard he always was when you were with him three years ago, but in a way you got him to soften up, especially when the two of you created two beautiful kids of your own— not to mention how both of them were the exact spitting image of him. But again, perhaps the two of you just married at the wrong time.

“Go ahead,” he snaps you out of your thoughts, soft slender fingers caressing the back of your throat. “Cum all on me baby,” and he leans in, kissing the top of your forehead as he still claimed you from behind— his girth tremendously expanding inside of you, you almost forgot how stupidly big Toji was. He always knew how to stretch you out with pure and total ease. “That‘s it relax, pretty girl. Make a mess on your husband. I‘ll clean you right up, yeah?”

“F-Fuck Toji…” You cried out, and the way he talked you through your orgasm was so sexy, you felt his hips stutter and slow down just a bit for you, a hand still tightly wrapped around your neck. The coil within you snapped, gnawing down on your lip— you came and it felt so good, you can‘t remember the last time you climaxed, let alone that good. Toji gets all close and personal next to your ear as he‘s still buried deep between your gummy walls, warm breath brushing against your earlobe— you could smell the rich liquor on his tongue as your eyes rolled back, still making a mess from his fat cock bullying your folds completely. “Fucking h-hate you. All you know how to do right is f—fuck me good. Nothin’ else..”

“Heheheh, is that right?” Toji lowly chuckles, and he flips you over right after you came— watching you try to catch up with your breath. You landed on your back with a soft oof, and watched as Toji started to tear off your dress. “Listen little bitch,” he purrs, sounding so smug as he completely ripped it into shreds— you were way too sensitive from just climaxing that you didn‘t really care. Toji found it cute even in your state, you‘d still always find a way to act like a brat. “. . . Got some nerve saying shit like that,” and then he slyly smiles, realigning himself— his facial expressions contorts, obsidian colored eyebrows raising at your mouth starting to open, feeling him start to go inside again, “You want me to fuck you harder, that it? Beat this sloppy pussy up just for you?” And he gets closer to your face, within seconds he‘s balls deep and you moan lewdly, your legs wrapping around his slim waist before he snickers, “I get it. You ant another baby, don‘t you sweetheart? How ‘bout I give you two more, make you extra filled so you can shut the fuck up. Be a pretty little mommy for me all over again. So gorgeous with your tummy all swollen.”

“Please—” You nodded pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck. Toji still had his tuxedo on, and regardless of the beads of sweat starting to drip down his forehead, he looked so incredibly handsome. The rich black color really coordinated with his matching hair color and made his dark viridescent green eyes pop each second he second he looked at you. “Fill me up Toji. Make me a mommy again.”

He chuckles, pressing a hand against your tummy, feeling how deep he was truly reaching and it made you let off a tiny hiss— the back of your left ankle rubbing against his slim waist, the colliding against the sheer fabric of his suit. “Was kidding but I knew you‘d be into that shit. Nasty girl. But fine. I‘ll give my pretty baby as many kids as she wants.” Toji‘s voice is rough as he speaks before he leans in— bringing you into a deep carnally kiss. You moaned into his mouth again, holding onto him tight as you felt him pound into you— getting you so dizzy, nearly choking on your own pants. As his body pressed against you, you slightly opened your mouth, feeling his tongue drag against yours, and it was so sensual, occasionally he‘d bite down on your lip to tease you.

This kiss had so much emotion, you hadn‘t realized how much you missed Toji— funny enough, you only realize it while he‘s deep inside you, stirring your insides up like pancake batter. The kiss was primarily angry— it was long and purely relentless, honeyed, sweet, and incredibly sloppy, Toji missed you too, as stubborn as he was. No woman could ever compare to you in his eyes. As when you two were dating— and broke up after the fact, he‘d always still moan out your name with other women, embarrassing himself in the process, sometimes he‘d do it on purpose though. Because he‘s… Toji.

Though— Toji loves to finger other women with his wedding ring still on, imagining that woman‘s you, your pretty cunt tightening around his fingers, whining in his ear with that sweet needy voice of yours that he‘s always grew to know and love.

He kept kissing you until he left you gasping for air, it left your head spinning like a merry-go-round. “So cute,” he grunts— his hips stuttering once more as you took his hefty length, you squeezed around him so tight it makes him angrily suck his teeth. His tip of his dick massaged your inner walls as if it‘s profession was a masseuse— the way his mean antagonizing thrusts hits against you left you almost hypnotized, yearning, begging, and pleading for more in that whiney pathetic voice. “….Fucking dammit,” Toji spats, feeling his muscles tighten against you— he felt himself getting closer and closer. He cups your chin, staring dead at you, and you could never read his expression, that same stoic sly façade he always kept up like some sort of wall that could never be broken. “Gonna fill you all up, baby. Fuck a whole— heh . . daycare into you. That‘s what you want, ain‘t it?”

You nod, hands wrapped around him. “Y-Yes Toji please. Stuff me full please, n—need you to breed me s’bad,” you sniffle, and he feels the very heel of your foot trace against his back once more. It was cute. That sly haughty smirk reappears on Toji‘s pink lips— some of your lipstick smudged against his mouth before he bullied his dick further and further against, around, and all between your pretty gummy walls. “Wanna feel you so bad.”

“Baby, you will,” he smugly replies, bringing a kiss the the top of your forehead. The both of you were in missionary now— his pace was so reckless, so frenzied, so hungry. The moans you let out was so salaciously high-pitched and whiney, you could hardly even recognize yourself. Both bodies pressed against each other— you felt as if your temperature was through the roof, the crown head of his cock brushing against that infamous g-spot of yours, transmitting your vision to see pure white— it was dramatic, almost as if this scene was out of some hollywood movie. “F-Fuck,” he grunts, bringing a kiss towards the outline of your jaw. “Be a good girl and take it all for me. Saved all this s-shit for you for so long, darlin’.”

And within seconds, Toji‘s pelvis slightly tilts against yours, you felt your back arch just a bit and he‘s spewing out stringy velvety ropes of cum inside of you— and it‘s a lot, it almost makes your mouth start to water. Toji slows his unrelenting pace down as he‘s climaxing— he‘s deep inside your walls that‘s tightly holding him captivate. His breath gets shaky and heavy— both sides of his face starting to burn a bright red, growing flustered as he lets off a deep baritone-like grunt.

Then Toji pulls out for a brief moment, a hand pressed against your stomach while he swipes the tip of his sensitive frenulum part of his rubs against your cunt that‘s spilling with his thick bands of cum. “Tojiiiiii—” you whined, and he was teasing you, rubbing the head of his dick against the mess that was just being created, almost as if he couldn‘t take his eyes away. As if he was mesmerized by his own seed spilling out of your pretty swollen pussy. “M-More.”

He snickers scornfully, sliding a hand up your thigh, before pushing both legs towards your knees, his grip is strong and firm.

“Greedy ass woman,” he sucks his teeth, and his tone is contemptuous and playful— still very much arrogant. “Don‘t be mad at me if you end up with triplets.”

Toji brings you into another deep kiss, and you whimper once he shoves your knees towards your chest, he continued to piston his hips into you as his lips locked against yours— by now you forgot all about the plus one you brought with you, much less the fact the two of you were at a party to celebrate Toji‘s occupational success. But yet here he was, his own version of celebrating— by using your sweet loving cunt as a gift, he was grateful, even if he wouldn’t be caught alive saying that directly to you.

He looked so drunk— off of love, Toji‘s eyes were half-lidded as he kept switching through multiple positions with you, using your sweet pussy as if it was a bucket to store all tremendous thick ropes of his cum. He was touchy— he couldn‘t help it after ripping orgasm after orgasm out of you. Your pretty long black dress that was practically ruined and torn now thanks to him, he couldn’t help but run the calloused tips of his fingers against your figure, watching you spasm and lose yourself completely on his cock.

“Gonna c—cum again Toji,” you sputtered, and you were riding him now, he‘s slumped back against his pillow, his eyes never leaving your perfect body. Toji slowly licks his lips as he watches you babble over and over from his cock disappearing over and over between your clenching folds, gripping onto your waist before pulling you towards him. He slid the top part of your dress down, sliding your bra aside, and starts to flick his tongue teasingly against your perky hardened nipple. He cups his lips around it, his dark green eyes staring, glaring at you as you kept riding him. “F-Fuck…” You whined, and Toji was so whipped for you, he didn‘t even have to say anything.

His tongue continued to swirl around your pretty swollen nipple, and you let off a whine, feeling him playfully nip and bite on it— hearing him let off a low chuckle. “Mmm. Taste so sweet,” he says in a raspy tone, departing his lips before cupping your right breast, squeezing it firmly. “Gonna cum again for me darlin’? Go ahead. Be nasty for me.” he purrs, shoving you directly into his chest, a rough hand starched to your waist, another clasped near the very back of your neck.

You whimper as your thighs ache and twitch— the way your hips jerked against him before you lost total composure, coming again, and at this point, you‘ve lost count of how many climaxes Toji‘s stole out of you. The fire in your abdomen burned greatly like a wildfire, tears poking your eyes and he gruffly chuckles at your dumb state. Once you rolled off of him, you laid beside him— panting while staring up at the ceiling.

“Thanks for ruining my dress, asshole.” You glared, still speaking in a breathy tone— lightly nudging him.

Toji slyly smiles, pulling you close towards him, wrapping an arm around you. “I’ll eat you out again as an apology, woman.”

It was like time stood still for a moment as the both of you tried to recollect breaths, then Toji made you face him, lying down on the bed to stare towards you, and his face looked like it softened. “I wasn‘t lying though. I miss my wife.”

“Really..?” You mumbled, deadpanning.

“Yeah,” he replies, sitting up— his hair was messy yet still attractive before he lets off a sigh. “I invited you here so we could try again, you know? I know there‘s been times I’ve been a lousy husband to you, not really there for you and the kids because of how much time I spend at work . . . ” and he speaks, you stare at him, taking in every word he says— he sounds serious, not as cocky and conceited as he usually does.

“Let’s start over. For us, for our children, Y/N. I’m not the same man I was when you last saw me, and I wanna change for you,” and he kissed the top of your forehead. “I know I can be an arrogant idiot but I wanna do better, I promise,” and he genuinely looks like he means ever word, his face was a lot more relaxed— not as stern. “You’ll always be the love of my life, sweetheart. Every single rebound or hookup that I’ve had for the past three years I just kept seeing your cute ass. Your pretty face, those soft loving eyes and that annoying glare you always give me when I’m right about something,” he chuckles before then having a change of attitude—he grumbles, avoiding eye contact for a little. “. . . Even though it pains me to say that out loud, I mean it. Let’s re-marry again. I’ll do everything in my power for us all to be a happy family again. You me and the kids. Nothing else matters. I love you and only you, baby.”

You take a moment to sink in his words, and it felt like dozens of knives struck in your heart— you’ve always felt the same way, you’ve just been waiting for Toji to finally say it back. And he did. The last time you heard Toji murmur those three words, eight letters, ‘I love you,’ was practically three years ago— and it stung hard like a deadly wasp, hearing him say it again.

“…Toji,” you sniffled, staring deep into his green eyes, hearing your heart pulse through your ears. “I lov—”

But before you could say, ‘I love you back,’ you abruptly woke up next to your two children beside you. You woke up confused, eyebrows furrowing. The literal same bed as your dream— you’re laid on the side where Toji usually sleeps, slept, and it was cold and empty, deserted.

Then it all came crashing back into you.

Your ex-husband was dead. Gone.

Long long gone. He died months ago while trying to assassinate a pricey bounty— some one by the name of Gojo Satoru who just so happens to work at Jujutsu High— who happens to even teach and train your children to be a strong and ruthless sorcerer. Just like their late daddy. A single tear rolled down your face, you felt angry, everything . . was a dream—? But he wanted to get back together, start over and re-marry. You were gonna give him another chance, and he was so happy about it. It’s like all the words he said to you in that dream kept replaying over and over and over again in your head like a broken record.

“What‘s wrong mom? Is it the hormones again?”

You blinked, staring up at your eldest son— a teenager that looked like the spitting image of Toji.

“Huh.. what?” You spoke, confused.

Your son trails his eyes towards your stomach, and you rub a hand against your bare tummy that happened to be…. round? You froze, the realization hitting you like a truck.

He got you pregnant again, as he promised. The two of you were keen on having a few more kids. Toji wanted more boys while you wanted more girls, formulating many different cute baby names to come up with together. The two of you planned to even re-marry after you had your unborn babies— it was oh so adorable.

But your husband‘s dead, and you were all alone.

BACKSTAGE BACK ARCHER! toji fushiguro

★ summary: Toji has a little too much fun with his #1 biggest fan. The paparazzi can’t stand you and neither can his die-hard groupies.

cw: mean! dom toji, humiliation, semi-public sex, pussy spanking, degradation, oral (m/f) -> toji eating it from the back, almost caught, hair pulling, praising, squirting, manhandling, toji spits in your mouth, toji uses your moans as ad-libs for his song, creampies, brat taming, mdni.

★ note: re-post because this shit got flagged thirty mins after i posted it, dick riders man 🤷🏽‍♀️. this is edited from a old work that was a short drabble / hope u guys enjoy !! xx

“Behave yourself, little girl.”

You nearly rolled your eyes at Toji‘s words as you sat beside him in the big conference room that was surrounded by multiple journalists, paparazzi, and even some of Toji and his band‘s groupies— yet of course, his fans of women gave you weird stares, the bright lights of the camera glare nearly blinding you. They were all scheduled to have a public conference to talk and promote their next breakout twenty-track album titled ‘Soprano Screamer.’ Still, you couldn‘t believe just last week you managed to hook up with your favorite celebrity rockstar— Toji Fushiguro, it was like it was yesterday.

Ever since then, you‘ve been going with him everywhere. Toji didn‘t exactly mind— he figured that’s what all groupies acted like, he was the most conceited and arrogant of his band after all— maybe that‘s why he was the ultimate fan favorite.

. . . The more you listened to the journalists and publicists ask the four members a plethora of questions, you got bored. Really bored. Now you sort of regretted coming. They answered various questions about their album, and talks about their overly charged ticket prices— blah blah. You kept giving Toji occasional glances though, and he always looked so handsome. He was typically dripped in nothing but leather most of the time, his rich black hair nearly messy a majority of the time— some strands reaching near his thin obsidian-colored eyebrows. The skin-tight shirt he wore underneath his leather jacket perfectly exposed his jacked pecs— you couldn‘t help but stare. He was so fit. That’s when you decided to get bold and slide a hand underneath the long rectangular-shaped conference table, and rub your fingers against his knee.

“We all wanted the album to focus more on the aspects and downsides of Vegas—” Toji abruptly paused for a brief moment at your action, and you nearly giggle as his band-mates stare at him, confused about why he suddenly stopped speaking.

Toji grabs onto your hand underneath the table, and you feel his rough fingers rim and swipe against yours—feeling the numerous amount of his tungsten silver rings, the coldness of it rubbing against your hand as he squeezed your hand— probably a gesture for you to behave, like he said.

Minutes passed though— and you nearly ended up dozing off, about an hour‘s probably passed and they were all still talking. The paparazzi scattered in the room probably stole some embarrassing shots of you falling asleep beside Toji— though, you felt the strong urge to be a brat today. Toji gave you a brief glance as you did the cliche ‘oh, i dropped my pen on the floor’ scenario underneath the table. You crawled down right next to Toji and he doesn’t really think anything of it— so, he goes back to discussing with the publicists about their upcoming album that was for sure probably going to be another best-selling hit by them. You lay on your knees, staring at Toji as he was bouncing his right leg up and down as he spoke— was it to calm his nerves? He always told you how he despised conferences. But regardless— you scooted up close underneath the table between his legs and then Toji pauses his speech mid-sentence once again.

And that‘s when he heard you unzip the fly of his pants.

Toji glares down at you from underneath the table, not even realizing the interviewers were calling his name.

“Uh— repeat the question..?” He lowly rasps, wrapping his fingers around his water bottle, hearing the cheap sound of the plastic sing out a high pop and crackle.

You nearly let off a tiny chortle— your hands slowly and freely unbuttoning his tight leather jeans, small fingers slithering their way towards his personalized expensive designer ‘Fushiguro’ white and black boxer briefs— before single-handedly pulling out his already hard and erect length. Toji lets off a tiny grunt, feeling your hands wrap around him— but he doesn’t exactly stop you which catches you by surprise. He was just as long and thick as you remembered— a slightly curved upward shape, pink tip a bright angry red, leaning a bit from the inner part you couldn’t help but give it a few tiny kitten licks and kisses.

“Mr. Fushiguro, are you listening . . ? We wanna hear more about your uh— groupie,” An interviewer speaks, it’s a middle-aged woman with frizzy auburn hair, freckles scattered everywhere on her face and a poor attempt of hiding her cleavage through her blazer. “Y/N . . is that her name? Is she your girlfriend?”

“She‘s— she’s not my damn groupie,” Toji subduedly grunts— facial expressions starting to slightly contort once he‘s feeling your warm lips start to wrap around his length. This was so risky. He knew you had some sort of spunk, but not this kind of spunk. He‘s impatiently tapping his fingers against the wooden table— feeling you slowly and teasingly work your way to the top, starting from the very bottom of his hefty base. The way your tongue swiped against his skin before it trails up and up slowly, feeling his veins on his length against your tongue before reaching the tip again. “No, we aren’t dating. She’s just another fan of mine. That‘s all..”

Ouch.

You couldn‘t really be bothered by that, Toji and you were always hooking up on the low— not that you minded, really. It was really no strings attached, or was it?

“….Brat,” he quietly grumbles underneath his breath before clearing his throat— preventing himself from letting off a raspy moan once he feels you starting to gag purposely on his erect phallic. “. . . Shit,” he choked, feeling your right hand softly wrap around his base, you were so sloppy— spit trickling down the sides of your mouth while he stared down at you, pretty natural long lashes fluttering— eyelids starting to before half-lidded just a bit. “Dirty bit—”

“Yo. Toji,” one of his bandmates that sat directly next to him says— Ripper, nudges him on the arm, making him draw back and pay attention. “What‘s up with you, man? Talking to yourself again? And where did Y/N go?”

Toji‘s eye twitches— feeling himself growing closer and closer and you kept sucking him off, going at a reasonable pace yet agonizingly slow. The way you went up and down, eyes flickering at him while he watched you briefly rotate your wrist in a clockwise circular motion— your hand completely mimicking your moves in the process. The way your tongue brushed against the sensitive parts of his tip sent him shivers to run their course all throughout his body before he subtly bites on his lip, “Don’t,” he swallows— letting off a low grunt, and that’s when he shoves you down further on his length— hearing you gag. “. . . Don’t worry ‘bout her. She’s busy.”

“…Whatever man. Pay attention to the damn press.” He scoffs, shrugging before taking a sip of his rhinestone-covered glass bottle, the name of the band plastered on the side with bold black and white letters.

Within about ten minutes— Toji came, right down your throat. He pretended to have a cough attack, and it was overly dramatic— in attempts to hide his own release as a thick load poured into your mouth. You happily took him, your tongue was soft and loose, tracing over his tip while he’s got a firm grip on your hair before you realize the band‘s promotional press conference was over.

“Get up.” Toji glares.

You crawled from underneath the table, swiftly swiping your tongue against your lips— noticing how everyone had already left and it was just you and Toji now before he grabs your hand, dragging you out of the room.

“The conference‘s over already?” You giggled.

“Shut up,” He mutters, and you can barely keep up with his pace— he sounded so angry, you couldn’t help but have a smug grin appear on your face. Maybe a part of you wanted to slightly get Toji back for humiliating you with what happened the first time you two met. The whole tinder date incident— so embarrassing. Having you moan all loud while your date was on the other line listening. “Someone forgot to know their place.”

You gasped— Toji having you over his lap as he sat in the black squeaky chair inside his personal music studio, presenting you with spank after spank after spank until it rang into your ears as if they were wedding bells.

“You’ve got some nerve, brat,” Toji murmurs in a raspy voice— he hears your cute whines, having your fingernails dig into rich fabric of his pants leg. “Sucking me off.. while I’m at a press conference? Couldn’t fucking wait, huh? Just had to have something shoved down that needy little throat,” and then he scoffs, gripping the fat of your ass for a brief moment before spanking you again. “Bet it got you wet too.”

“. . . I was bored,” you moaned— nearly chewing on your bottom lip as if it was candy— Toji gave you multiple spanks, the palm of his hand kissing your right ass cheek, but it felt good. So good regardless of the harsh sting. He‘d pause for a few moments to softly caress and rub against your rear only to spank you again, causing you to fumble over the words you were about to spit out in that sweet tiny voice, “F-Fuck Toji..”

All you could do was stare down at the carpet floor of his well-kept studio— bent over the rockstar‘s lap. “Stop. moaning. every. time. I. spank. you,” he emphasized, pausing through each smack against you. His raspy low words only made you let off louder whines as you gripped onto his ripped jeans— before you let off a giggle that you didn‘t mean to slip out. Toji was about to present you with yet another spank but stops— and you left off a soft whine, pathetically starting to miss the faint sting hitting against your bare cheek, the way your pretty pink and denim shorts were so close to the very edges— you could have basically been wearing underwear. Toji didn’t even have to take them off, he just lazily pulled them up just enough to have your ass on full display for him. “You’re not supposed to be enjoying this, slut.”

“Sor—”

“Shut up and bend the fuck over,” Toji cuts you off— and you nearly gasp once the bassist sits in his chair, lightly shoving you forward to where your chest rams against the keyboard propped in front of you. He watches you slightly arch your back, he didn‘t even have to tell you— you had both arms crossed and folded against your chest as you awaited his next move— letting off a tiny moan once you feel him yank your shorts down to your thighs before spanking your pre-soaked pussy. “Need you to do something for me while I eat this bratty little cunt out. You’ll listen, right?”

You sibilate a tiny whimper once his hand thwacks against your throbbing wet folds. “Y-Yesss,” you whined, feeling Toji teasingly rub a hand between your legs before spanking near your soaked folds again— dragging out a whimper from you.

“Put those headphones on,” he instructs in a low voice— feeling you wriggle your ass just a bit. You stared towards his desk where lots of scattered sheets of bawled-up lyric papers, sheet music, and music equipment remained, “Play my unreleased track,” he continues, and his voice gets dirtier and dirtier— you let off a tiny whimper once you feel Toji race a thumb down your throbbing slit. “Turn on the mic, and moan as loud as you want while the song plays. Want my fans to know how much of a nasty girl my number one fan is when I release this shit to the public.”

“Okay…” You uttered in a small voice— picking up the black folded headphones that had Toji‘s last name ‘Fushiguro’ in gold printed on it. There was some tape wrapped around the sides— and as you put the headphones on, starting the track— the music was calm at first, the bass that was being played by Toji was blaring, hearing the sound start out with Toji singing a few words in his raspy low voice— an alluring low voice that was responsible for the many dropped panties of his thousands of female fans.

Toji swipes his tongue against his lips at the sight of you bent over his desk— shorts hanging down your sides with your pretty laced panties nearly torn because of him. “That's my good girl,” he purrs before bringing a chaste kiss to your left ass cheek before abruptly smacking it hard without warning again— making you whine. As the music sings to your ears— you‘re hearing the drums start to play before feeling Toji‘s tongue introduce itself to your pulsating clit. “So sweet,” he murmurs before out of nowhere— he starts slurping, barely giving you any time to adjust. “Moan into the mic, whore.”

Your mouth slightly opens as the chorus starts to play— the rock music ringing into your ears as your noises slither it‘s way into the mic-piece attached to the headset— Toji‘s slowly and seductively lapping his tongue against your folds at a sensual pace that’s enough to send you on a crazed high, in an almost dizzy trance. Some of his black hair strands tickled against your skin and you gasped— hearing the loud suuuuck noise Toji made with his mouth, slurping you completely dry. His eyes were closed as he ate you out— rough scarred hands both spreading your ass— as well as your pussy in the process as his tongue dragged up and down slowly, making your mouth hang low. “Mhmmm- Fuckkkk Toji,” you cried out, nearly forgetting how sloppy he was. If you tried to squirm away he’d just grip onto your hips tighter— low grunts escaping his lips as he made sure to graze his tongue from up to down, not missing a single spot. “S—Shit…”

As he‘s slowly flicking his tongue— the lyrics of Toji’s song continued to blast through the headphones— the thumping repetitive beat vibrating in your ears as if it was a gaming controller. Toji’s tracing all sorts of shapes, numbers, and even letters with his tongue, he’s sucking against your puffy slit, chin already starting to shine and glisten with your sheeny pretty slick. Your eyes nearly started to roll back within seconds— he‘s happily slurping everything out of you, occasionally giving you a spank to keep the arch on your back. “Good girl,” he grumbles, and you whimper softly— feeling the soft tip of his nose brush against your pulsing folds. “Moan louder in the mic.”

“But—”

“Y/N.” he spats back instantly in a low voice— departing his lips for a brief second, making you whine from the sudden lack of stimulation. You were so close to release— so so close. His voice was full of dominance with a big rasp to it as his pink glistening lips weaved together from just saying your name.

You whimper, cutely thwacking your left fist softly against the keyboard that you laid against on the desk— tears nearly poking in the corners of your eyes, moaning loudly into the mic piece of the headphones— the song was quite long, it’s probably passed seven minutes by now. You let off a tiny moan, feeling Toji spit on your drenched folds before sucking harder, and that makes your thighs start to shake and shake violently. “I-I’m close Toji. Gonna come Toji.”

Toji hums to himself— pink tongue dipping against your folds, it was a slow pace but still was enough to make your knees buckle and your tongue nearly loll out of your mouth as if you were some dramatic exaggerated character. “Pretty please,” Toji grunts, the swift movements of his tongue growing faster— he was so hungry for the taste of your cunt, your moans only grew louder and louder. The bass reverberates against your ears through the headphones as you kept listening to the sultry lyrics being sung by Toji, hearing your own whines and moans echo back against you and it was embarrassing. “Say it.”

Immediately you stammered. “Pretty p-please,” and you felt shockwaves start to heavily crawl everywhere on your body— preparing yourself to see pure splotches of white while Toji‘s tongue worked itself against your savory candied folds.

“Go ahead.” He purrs— seconds later, and he watches you fidget and squirm, letting go on his tongue and your climax is so loud and overly dramatic as always— he finds it so cute.

You’re sent into immediate convulsions as your body spasms— you‘re quivering as Toji’s still holding both sides of your thighs apart before chuckling, warm breath fanning against your pudenda.

Toji stands up and you watch him lean against his desk— where the keyboard was and pressed a button to stop the music before removing the headphones off your head before he stares down at you with half-lidded green eyes. He was so pussy-drunk, you were caught by surprise when he pulled you into a deep sloppy kiss.

He lifts you up and sits you up on his desk, one hand lightly wrapping around your neck and you moaned into his mouth— tasting the sweet sticky mess that he made from eating you out, tasting yourself. It was so filthy. Toji tasted like liquor— the cheap kind that you can almost never get enough of, it was purely intoxicating. Enticing. His lips were smooth against yours— you gasped, feeling him between your legs with yours wrapped around his slim waist— and he brings a free hand down to squeeze and maneuver circles around your sensitive cunt. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, and you could practically hear your heart beating through your ears like a drum. You couldn‘t help but start to question yourself each time you were intimate with Toji, your idol— your favorite rockstar.

Were you… starting to fall in love?

Just thinking that thought made you cringe in the slightest— you knew Toji had a wife before, but that was quite some time ago before his fame. He’s never been one to settle down after their explicitly public messy divorce— but you were sure he’s had his fair share of many various hookups with women. So what made you any different?

Yet here you were making out with him— and there were moments where he was gentle with you, somewhat protective as well. He beat up a paparazzo who took pictures of you without you knowing once— and you‘ve never seen him that pissed before. On the media, Toji was described as a arrogant, heartless, and highly conceited man who cared about nothing but himself— alas of course this lead to him being the fan favorite of his best-selling rock band. Perhaps it was his stoic charisma that drew people in. That drew you in.

Toji pulls away for a brief second— and he cups your chin while staring down at you. “Heyyy,” he purrs lowly, a thumb tracing against your dampened lips. “I know you’re nasty. But are you nasty enough to let me spit in your mouth, pretty girl?”

Your facial expression is a cute look of surprise at his words— seeing the salacious smirk tugging against his lips as he watched you slightly open your mouth with his fingers still gripping your chin, slowly formulating out your answer.

“Y-Yes.”

“Really . . You’re so weird. I’d figure you’d tell me no,” He chuckles before making you tilt your head back just a little, a thumb rubbing against the side of your mouth. “Heheh. But whatever, little girl. Stick out that tongue and open that mouth for me.”

Your eyes become half-lidded as your tongue slightly lolls out— Toji‘s staring down at you, gathering a good amount of spit before watching it trickle down inside your mouth. You moan at the taste of his sweet saliva— he‘s still gripping tightly onto your chin with another rubbing against your cunt that’s still sensitive from climaxing— the stimulation was enough to completely cloud and fog up your brain.

“Swallow,” Toji mutters in a raspy voice before smirking, watching you immediately swallow before you stared up at him. “Good. Now gimme another kiss, baby.”

Toji watches you before you sat up, pulling him into another sloppy kiss— you feel a smile press against his lips as his tongue runs against yours at a soft pace, shaky breaths colliding against each other and he feels your small hands eagerly unbuckle his belt— another sliding underneath his shirt— fingertips racing against his perfectly chiseled pectorals that flexed against his tight white tee that was worn over his leather jacket.

But that‘s when you pull away after a while— lightly shoving Toji to sit on his black chair while unbuckling his pants.

“Well excuse me,” he hums in a haughty tone that’s quite playful, watching your fingers run against his designer sparkling belt— unhooking it before pulling his pants down— eyes immediately darting towards the very hem of his black boxers. His bulge stuck out proudly, and embarrassingly enough you nearly started to feel your tongue start to salivate. “Gonna ride me again? Heh. last time you did that you kept whining with little tears streamin’ down your face. It was really cu—”

“…..Shut up, Toji.” You glared, growing embarrassed and he just chuckles, mockingly placing his hands up with an eyebrow raise and a smug grin— a teasing way of him showing how he’d let you do your thing.

Toji‘s got a mean intimidating gaze as he watches you slowly plop on his lap— aligning himself against you, slightly chewing on your lip at the feeling of his tip prod against your entrance. He keeps his mean-jaded colored eyes fixated on you the entire time— and he reaches to grab onto your waist but you slap it away. “Oh..?” He snickers.

“No touching me, Toji.” You mumbled— nearly letting off a soft whine from feeling him stretch against you— Toji‘s size continued to expand between your folds and it felt so good, already enough to make you eye-roll.

“Sounds to me like you’re tellin' me what to do, girl.” Toji scoffs, leaning back against the chair, his voice lowering seductively— and it’s clear he doesn’t take you seriously at all.

“That’s because I am.” You replied back.

Toji stares at you for a long time— that tiny condescending smirk never leaving his lips before he smiles to himself. “If you say so,” he sneers, and his voice gets real low that it reaches all the way down to your cunt. “Y/nnnn,” he rolls off his tongue— and it has no right sounding that dirty, so tantalizingly sensual. You let off a soft whine and Toji‘s halfway in, still stretching you, regardless of how overly soaked you were. “Awww what‘s the matter,” he purrs, an eyebrow-raising at your legs nearly turning to complete mush— pretty nails digging into the thighs of his skin. “Looks like the dumb little fan needs my help. Can’t take me like she really thought after all, huh? Poor thing..”

He was so smug, the epitome of the word entirely.

But if it was anything that pompous arrogant bastard knew how to do— it was without a doubt that Toji Fushiguro knew how to please a woman.

“Mmmm,” he grunts, bringing a mean spank to your ass once you started to finally move your hips— the recoil of the smack getting him hard as he gripped your left ass cheek for a moment before pulling away— staring up at you with a sly grin. “Good girl. Take—” he groans, giving you another spank. “Take this dick. Ride it like you own it, slut.”

You rub your sweet glossed lips together— as your hips rotated against Toji‘s torso— you’re bouncing on him and watch him lay back sexily, throwing his arms behind his bed— such arrogance. The friction left you feeling so dizzy, each pat pat pat being made drove you to nearly complete insanity. Your eyes glazed, nearly rolling back as the angry reddened tip brushed against your sweet spot, earning out soft whimpers from over and over like a broken record. The pace was enough to send you over the edge already— within minutes you were coming close and he could tell by your body language and how louder and louder you got each time.

“F-Fuck,” you moaned, his shaft filling you up so full— stuffing you right, almost as if the season was Thanksgiving. Each angle kept getting hit and pounded against repeatedly— struck and thwacked with his tip kissing that same candied spot earning of little cries from you. “Tojiiiii.” you’d whine— and he watches you lean in close to him— wrapping your arms around his neck. He’s caught by surprise— were you . . . hugging him? Toji lowly chuckles next to your ear— a rough hand soothingly grazing down your back with another clinging onto your waist as he held you.

"Aren't you cute," He purrs against your ear, you let off a soft moan once you felt the rough fingertips of the rockstar grazing up and down your spine— as well as the feeling of his cold rings racing against your bare skin, your pretty shirt that was halfway on now, Toji was so so touchy as you rode him, sneaking a few fingers to wrap around the back of your neck as your face buried into his chest— his cologne nearly intoxicating you as if it was some rich alcohol. "Heh. Is someone close?"

You nodded with your head buried into his neck— your moans were so candied and sweet, his cock repeatedly making you dig your pretty nails into his thigh. You grew hot, scorching even from feeling his tip reach deep deep into your walls that hugged around him tight like a vice.

"Tojiiii Toji—" you babbled, arms cutely wrapped around him, nearly suffocating him but not quite. But that's when you let off a gasp, feeling his fat tip prod against that same exact spot that always made you cry out. "Toji I'm—"

Toji watches you pause your hips for a moment— your breathing shaky before your walls burst like a balloon, combusting and exploding entirely. Your body jostled before he runs a hand down your spine before darkly chuckling. "Sweetheart," he hums over your loud dramatic orgasm. Fat tears stuck to your lashes like glue before he laughs. "Did you— did you just squirt on me?"

You tried to catch up with your breathing, feeling a bit dizzy and you felt sticky— Toji was still inside while you sat on his lap, facing him and he had such a smug expression, you wanted to smack him.

"No..." You looked away.

"Awww. I don't think I've ever made you squirt before," he purrs, viridescent eyes flickering up and down at you— the cool air of the studio brushed against your skin as you felt your face grow hot from his words. Toji then brings a soft kiss to your neck. "I think I'll do it again . ."

And now, after multiple positions, you find yourself laid over Toji's studio desk— both hands pinned behind your back while Toji held onto it, drilling his cock mercilessly in and out of you as if your cute little cunt was his own personal little fleshlight. The way he's rolling his hips against you makes you whimper out— your head's practically being shoved against his desk, the only things in your blurred eyesight were the scatted papers of sheet music being in your face as Toji took you from behind.

"H-Harder, Toji. Fuck me h—"

"Don't tell me how to fuck, little girl, he snarls, giving you a spank and you moan, tongue nearly starting to loll out of your mouth— glossy lips being laminated with spit. The rumbling sounds of the frail wooden desk as you're being pounded ruthlessly against the desk constantly kept ringing in your ears. He's bullying his cock between your folds to where your eyes start rolling again, gripping the desk with your back arching fully like a cat. "Good girl. Keep that pretty back arched and—" he pauses for a moment to swallow. "Take it. Take this damn load I'm about to give you too."

"Toji—" You whined, his grip remained on him pinning your wrists behind your back before within seconds Toji's grunting, his voice almost irritated as he's shooting rich velvety ropes to where it practically reached your womb. It's incredibly warm, and you feel so stuffed full to the complete brim. His breathing gets a bit heavy as the rolls of his slow down— your mouth starts to water once you feel him pull out, keeping his shaft in hand while rubbing the excess remaining of his seed against your pussy, back and forth and you whined as he's watching it pour out of your pretty cunt. His reddened angry tip kisses against your folds before he gives your ass once more spank.

"Good girl," Toji hums, and you watch him put his briefs and ripped jeans back on. You panted, glancing up at him while doing the same before you couldn't help but let your intrusive thoughts speak for themselves.

"Toji . . ?" You muttered, staring up at him.

He looks down at you, that same smug smirk tugging on his lips, regardless of some of the beads of sweat racing down the side of his forehead— he swipes a thumb near the side of his lip where the slashed scar remained before raising an eyebrow. "Hm.”

"I think I love you." You spat out.

. . . . .

The rockstar stares at you for a long time before letting off a laugh. "Oh baby," he spoke in a raspy voice, grabbing onto your chin and you stared at him, glaring at his response— then again, it's Toji, of course, he'd react this way. "Heh. You're serious?"

"Yeah." You replied in a vexed tone, furrowing your eyebrows.

". . . Who wouldn't love me," Toji speaks in a rough low, giving your ass a squeeze as he makes your body press against him. His entire demeanor is seductive, he was a heartless man— Toji only cared about two things, money, and fame. Without a doubt, he was for sure a womanizer, and you were stupid enough to fall for him.

After that, you sort of stopped seeing Toji— more so because you do have a life regardless of spending the majority of your time with your favorite rockstar. But on this particular day, you weren't really feeling good. You barely felt like getting out of bed, it was a regular Sunday afternoon— it was flu season, and you decided to go and make a check-up to make sure that all your shots and records were up to date.

You swang your feet against the bed, the cold doctor's room that smelled like pure latex and hand sanitizer before you whipped out your phone, scrolling through your messages.

About ten minutes later, your doctor— a middle-aged man with fawn brown hair and a bored resting face, a few wrinkles painted on his face as he held a clipboard with what you assumed to be your results of whether or not you were sick.

"I'm all good right? I don't have the flu or anything?" You spoke in a soft voice, placing your phone in your lap.

"No, you don't have the flu," Your doctor replies in a low voice, re-positioning his glasses with two fingers before staring at you with a smile. "Congratulations though, miss Y/n/?"

"Congratulations...?" You repeated, furrowing your eyebrows, confused. "For what?"

The doctor nods before grinning reassuringly with kind hazel eyes. "You're two weeks pregnant."

can i request dilf toji + squirting for the first time with him?

dilf!toji who gets real smug once you tell him no one’s ever made you s.quìrt before. he‘s got a warm smile, a sly one before replying he n a raspy voice. “. . awwww, poor thing. don‘t worry, sweetheart,” he‘d mutter into your ear, softly prying your legs open, two fingers softly plugged inside your walls. “just relax for me. relax. good girl,” he purrs, and your head‘s laid back against him— his bare chest, strands of black chest hair tickling the back of your skin as he maintains a bowling ball grip with his fingers, you‘re nearly whining— left leg starting to bounce, toes curling as your head leans back against toji and he finds you so cute. almost immediately, he finds the particular spot to nearly push you over the edge, his thick fingers were so long too— baring against his digits, your mouth slightly opens, babbling out the same words, “t—toji… toji…” he‘d chuckle, kissing the top of your forehead. “i know baby girl. you’re close hm . . . ?” the sounds of your sweet c.unt was squelching, occasionally toji would smack his hand against it with his whole wrist, just to hear you whine and whimper out— you were already throbbing so much before within seconds, you let out a sweet noise, manicured nails digging into his left thigh, and you’re s.quirtíng, your body shakes— as well as your thighs, going into straight spasms to where you can hardly speak. toji‘s still got two fingers inside before he hums. “that’s my good nasty girl. so wet f‘me. made such a cute mess,” he slyly smiles, fingers still wrapped around your neck— feeling you coat him with you slick, still going in a circular motion but slowing down, hearing your sweet whines. “toji…” you moan out, muscles in your abdomen neerly tightening. “yes baby,” he‘d slyly reply, starting to massage his fingers again and you catch your breath from whimpering. “can… can you do that again?”

Househusband!Toji waits for you all day long. Patiently waiting for you to come home from work only to greet you with an excited how are you as soon as you open the front door, followed by are you hungry? Toji drags his bare feet to the entrance, helping you with whatever you have in your arms (whether it's your purse, backpack or some shopping you did on the way home) and setting it aside to relieve some of your burden.

Before you can stop him or tell him that he does so much for you his hands are massaging your shoulders relieving the stress of the day, Toji helps you out of your uniform gently as he helps you lie back on the freshly laundered sheets.

His hands that have worked so hard around the house all day work your thighs, "That feel good, sweetheart?" He asks sweetly, moving from there to your calves and sore feet.

Your husband's touch is warm, full of adoration and care, looking for some sign of discomfort as he applies pressure just where you need it most. In the midst of pampering you he can't help feeling guilty because he's being selfish, while he's fingering your pussy he doesn't make you cum right away, he likes to tease you, to build that orgasm that will knock you out for at least half an hour, he enjoys this moment so much he needs to make it longer.

His fingers stretch your pussy and stop when you're about to reach your peak. Toji slides a second finger in while a hard thumb carves your clit in tight circles, That's it, baby, let me play with that pussy, let me make you feel good. I missed you so much today, his loving words are drowned out as he murmurs against the skin of your thighs, his kisses are wet accompanied by bites that make your guts knot.

"That's it," he encourages you. "Squeeze that pussy around my fingers, you're going to cum now, beautiful." One last kiss to your navel and with the help of his free hand he moves to your chest to rest on top of one of your nipples, squeezing and pulling on it. "Cum for me," Toji growls against your slit finally giving you his tongue and the trail of three-day stubble brushing against your pussy lips.

He so enjoys playing with you and building your orgasm for hours, he's addicted to how you clench tightly around his fingers when he ruins one of your orgasms, though nothing compares to holding you in his arms afterwards and sleeping with his face sunk into your neck, hugging you from behind and pulling you tighter to him, cuddling you until you're ready to stretch and shower and finally have dinner together, he can't wait for you to tell him in detail about your day and he can't wait to tell you what that gossipy old lady told him in the supermarket when she saw him in the feminine care area.

prey.

Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

Part 2 of farm AU fic.

Part 3 here

A/N: I really like cowgirl!reader 🥰 she is a sweet babe so that means I must torture her 🤧

Word Count: 3.2k

TW/CW: consensual somnophila, oral (male receiving), power imbalance relationship (owner x pet), chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, reader has mommy milker tig ol bitties (duh lol), lactation, description of animal harm (toji hunts and catches a deer)

It was the early hours of the morning, a little passed dawn as you snuck carefully up the stairs until you came to your master’s bedroom. Peeking your head in, you saw he was fast asleep, lying flat on his back in the center of the bed.

“Pssst. Master?” You whispered loudly as you entered the room on the tips of your toes. “Are you up yet?”

There was no response other than his heavy breathing.

Yep. It looked like he was for sure knocked out.

With a mischievous giggle, you carefully closed the door behind you and got onto the foot of the bed. Luckily, the man spared no expense when it came to his rest so the bed didn’t squeak or creak much at all under your movements because it was one of those expensive springless memory foam type of beds.

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prey. (continued)

Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

Part 3 of JJK Farm AU

Part 2 here

A/N: this is 11 pages of straight smut, y’all. Downright filth 😤 ✨enjoy✨

CW/TW: heat cycle/going into heat, chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, lactation, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, Toji is a pervert bastard, dumbification, coercion, biting/marking, knotting, reader has mommy milker tig ol bitties (duh lol)

Word Count: 4.6k

“…..ooohh…uugggh…my head…” You groaned at the dull ache in the back of your skull as you stirred awake.

“Where am I…” you mumbled, tenderly touching around the sore spot as you sat up to gather your bearings. You noticed you were under the futon of a kotatsu, laying on a floor sofa in a wooden floored room that was sparingly filled with boxes. It looked like someone was in the process of moving into wherever exactly you were. Besides the boxes, the place looked to be clean and fairly modern.

“Hello?” you called out. As you tried to get up you winced in pain and let out a yelp. You whimpered and reached down to touch the tender ankle that was causing you pain. “Ow..” you inspected it closely and teared up at the sight. Your ankle was splotchy and discolored with bruises and a nasty rope burn.

“Owwww!” you yelled, fully realizing the extent of your injury. “Ouch, ouch! Hello!? Is anyone there!?” you whimpered, forcing yourself up in a panic, carefully putting all your weight on your good foot. You felt woozy when you were upright and quickly sank back down to the floor.

You whined in distress. “oh…” It felt like your skin was burning and when you shifted your legs, you felt the familiar stickiness of slick gathering in your panties.

“No no no…Master is going to kill me if I don’t get home soon! Ugh!”

You took a moment to compose yourself, letting your vision clear and got up once again, slower this time, to hobble around, feebly gathering in your surroundings. It was evident that it was someone’s home you were inside of, but who’s? Did someone happen to be passing by in the woods and helped you? You wondered if the home you were in belonged to the owner of that hybrid who’s trap you fell victim. If that were the case, you were certainly going to give them both a piece of your mind! Especially that rude mutt!

As you limped down a hallway, you were stopped by a voice and the sound of footsteps coming coming from around the corner you were approaching.“About time you wake up, house pet. Been asleep the whole damn day!” You gasped and pointed an angry finger in the stranger’s direction when he was finally revealed to you.

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DILF BOKUTO KOUTARO X TOJI FOSHIGURO

BEEFY MEN- Bokuto x fem!reader x Toji

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Warnings: Smut ofc. TITS, threesome, Double penetration, TWO THICK COCKS THAT YOU CAN BARELY FIT INSIDE.

WITH US?? HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?? MY TIDDIES KINK GOES BRRRRR. Okay so here we gooooo.

Bokuto had you on top of him, ass on his crotch and spine on his chest. His tits were constantly rubbing against your back as his dick did the same inside your ass. His arms had you gripped tight.

You were loosing your mind already but oh wait there was more. YOU FUCKING GASPED WHEN TOJI PUSHED HIS THICK COCK IN YOUR CUNT. Walls fluttering when they had TWO BIG DICKS buried in them.

"Tell us if it's too much", Bokuto kissed your ears.

"It's never much for her. I bet you want more baby", he leaned down, face close enough for a kiss but you frowned in pleasure when he slowly thrusted in you. ALSO STIMULATING KOU'S COCK.

"F-fuck Toji. You're big man", he moaned in your ears but vocal enough foe the one who the compliment was intended to.

"Not thick as you man. You had her crying", he gripped Bokuto's hip and started thrusting while Bo was buried deep in your ass, enjoying the rubbing of your walls and his dick.

You kept eyeing his tits all the time. "Wanna suck them?", Toji platonically asked, catching you leering. You didn't utter a single world and took his nipples in your mouth, sucking on them like a desperate whore.

Toji took off his hands from Kou's waist and grabbed his chest. "Shit. Ohh you're so good at your ways DADDY", the name he called Toji turned him on and made him pinch his nipples in excitement. "AH!", Bokuto was so fucking eager, enough that he started thrusting in you. You wailed in pain and pleasure. THE ACE was slow and sensual while THE ASSASSIN was intense and deep.

How did you end up here? With two men that are SO BEEFY and SO HOT. No one knows. But you're glad that you did.

Tags- @megumislonghair @megumifushi @honouredsatoru @tojisveryown @sookyshima @laraazoldyck @laudthingcat @noritoshiikamo @duskamethyst @sixeyesgojo @katsukichu @thighridingsamu @kotarousgf @jintaiyang @aizameow @lazy10ieiri @hyenalite @vixan-ix @half-baked-biscuit @otaku-baka @lillina @jjstsksen @tetsunormous @dukina @Jjgank

Nsfw, smut, 18+

Divorced!Toji always gets back pissed off to no end after talking to his ex wife. He grumbles out a greeting to you and sits on the couch, frustrated. You want to make him feel better, or at least distract him. You know how. Without prompting you sit in his lap and start kissing him. He's almost passive at first but he catches on fast, his cock starts to harden under you as his hands grab hold of your hips, deepening the kiss.

"I see what you're doing little bunny. I thought I was already frustrated but you're getting frustrated in a different way now. Are you gonna be better then my ex and take responsibility for it? This is why I like you so much, you listen to my every word, you crave to be told you're a good girl."

Divorced!Toji who lifts you up and pushes your panties to the side, his thick fingers rubbing through your folds, against your clit until you're dripping on his pants. He keeps the panties aside to let you grind against his bulge, he doesn't let you go further until there's a large dark stain on his pants, from both his cum and yours.

"Easy, you'll get your big cock, don't worry. Have I ever denied you? Yes, that was a trick question, what a smart slut I have. Are you ready to have your brains fucked out of you? You won't need to think when you're impaled on my cock."

Divorced!Toji who is in the middle of coming inside of you, not only that but also making you come when he gets another text from his ex. He's pissed off again, great, you don't mind if he goes a little harder now right? You also won't mind if he takes a picture of your crempied pussy, of his fingers inside it and sends it to his ex right?

"Smile for the camera beautiful. That'll teach her to text me in the middle of a fuck. I'm surprised you said yes to that, the you from months ago would have been mortified to do something like that. You even opened your legs more. My filthy girl, you deserve a round two."

More whimpering toji pls !! 😔😔

★ cw: f! reader, overstim, unprotected, cowgirl, 18+

could you just imagine riding toji after he came inside you. he‘d be so sensitive— insanely so he didn‘t even sound like himself.

he‘d be laid back against the bed, panting as you‘re riding him, half-lidded eyes flickering towards your waist, the way your hips rolled and moved against him. he grunts from the sheer stimulation while you whine— he‘s so deep, buried balls deep as you went up and down against his lap.

you grew dumber and dumber from his tip, biting down on your lip as your hands gripped onto his thighs before toji groans. “s—shit.. gonna c—”

and before he could finish his words— you feel him shoot inside, dumping a thick velvety load inside of you— you slow down for a bit to stare at toji, he looks so pretty. panting, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead before he brings you in for a kiss.

you kiss back, a smile on your lips— hearing him lowly grunt in your mouth before that’s when you move your hips again— back slightly arching and you’re riding him again after he came.

an abrupt whimper leaves toji‘s mouth as you’re still kissing him before he pulls away, his voice not that deep anymore. “ah—o—oh fuck— f-fuckkk..”

you stare at toji as you‘re moving your hips, and his head’s thrown back—

it’s unintentionally attractive,

especially with the way his left hand grips firmly onto your wrist. his right thigh bounced as he‘s overstimulated from just releasing— another tiny whimper leaves his mouth.

“didn‘t— think you‘d keep fucking ridin' me…” he huffs out in a low breath, and his face is so flustered, he tries to hide a good portion of his face with his hand and it‘s honestly cute. “shit—”

“should i stop?” you mumbled with a tiny smug grin forming, leaning in to kiss toji on the right side of his mouth— where his scar was.

“no.” he grumbles, and you giggled, seeing a tiny pout form on toji‘s face.

the more you stared at him, the more embarrassed he became—

it was as if his mood switched entirely. maybe this was the reason why he hated whenever you rode him. toji preferred fucking you, instead of the other way around. he wasn‘t fond of you being on top— because things like this would happen.

he‘d slip out a whimper after being insanely sensitive, and he barely got over it last time but now he was even more embarrassed.

“okay toji,” you hummed, leaning in to give him a kiss. toji briefly closed his eyes, kissing back— his tongue softly grazing against yours, a hand pressing down on your thigh before he whimpers again in your mouth once you start to quicken your pace just a little.

“i’m—f—fuckin' sensitive still—”

he pants, breaking away for a moment, his low voice pitching high just a bit.

as you‘re buried with his cock shoved deep between your tight squeezing walls, you smile, watching toji bawl up a fist, rubbing his hand against his thigh— his eyes are low and start to roll back just a bit.

“fuckin' hell. 's making me feel too good, princess.”

he grunts, his voice sounding whiner and whiner throughout each breathy word that leaves his lips.

“never— lettin' you ride me ever again after this. s—shit..”

Milk, milk, milk!

ᜊ. gojō satoru, kento nanami, fushiguro toji, ryōmen sukuna, getō suguru! — only your favorite jjk men wanting to suck a little of your milk!

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𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, lactation kink, slight manhandle, fingering, mention of dry humping & creampie, handjob, nicknames.

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