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1 year ago

18+ mdni; gn!reader

sometimes when toji fucks you, it's just so overwhelming that you go quiet. no loud moans or whines – the only sounds that manage to slip from your bitten lips are shaky gasps and a few mewls here and there. it's just too fucking good.

he doesn't pressure you to make more noise either – he knows you feel good without having to tell him so. he can see it and he can feel it; he reads your body like a book, he caresses your sides and kisses your neck – he knows your language better than anything else in the world.

your heels dig into his back as you pull him closer, deeper, while your hands press against his hot skin. you're pulling and pushing him at the same time, it isn't enough and it's too fucking much at the same time. your eyes cross and you can't think about anything else other than him; he's so fucking heavy on top of you and it almost feels like he's going to suffocate you. you want him to.

his lips are glued to your jaw and his hot breath fans your already hot skin; your eyes roll back inside your own head as your back arches off the bed and into his hold. toji uses the moment to slip his hand under you to keep you flush against him and it's all so fucking much. your breath gets stuck in your throat when he rolls his hips with precision, successfully hitting your sensitive spot over and over again.

"breathe, baby, breathe."

his voice has never been softer, more caring, than it is now. he whispers the words into your skin, he carves them right into your pulse point before pressing a kiss in the exact same place. it's intimate, you feel his love. he waits for you to do it; he slows his hips just a tad and waits. rough fingers find your warm cheek as he tilts your face to his, your noses brush and lips touch - he's everywhere.

you take in a shaky breath and he kisses away the tears of pleasure that trickle from the corner of your eyes as a reward. toji grinds his hips into yours without ever pulling out even an inch and he smiles to himself when you let out a quiet broken mewl. it's a silent cry, a tell-tale sign that he's about to get to watch you unravel in his very arms.

he doesn't stop pressing messy kisses all over your face as he rolls his hips against yours; as you cry out in his hold, as you tremble and twitch, as you whisper his name like it's your own personal mantra. you try to crane your neck to escape his overbearing presence but he doesn't let you – he moves his head with you, his eyes glued to your blissed out face, your furrowed brows and your parted lips, as he pumps you full of his seed. you're all he needs. your pleasure is all he needs.


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11 months ago

men who are not scared to handle a big woman. men who love to lose themselves in your curves. they get drunk off how soft you are, so much for them to grab and they love it. they get off of the sight of your ass jiggling against them whenever they pound you from behind. or how pretty you look with your knees pressed against your chest as they plow into your pillowy cunt. they lose their mind whenever they glance down and watch the way your pussy swallows them, your lower belly is so soft they can’t help but grab it. your tits are so soft too, they go crazy watching them bounce as they rut into you harder and harder. men who grip you extra tight when you try to run from their harsh thrusts because they love the way your plush hips squish underneath their fingertips. men who love to make you feel small because no matter how big you may feel, they will always be able overpower you.

Men Who Are Not Scared To Handle A Big Woman. Men Who Love To Lose Themselves In Your Curves. They Get

— EIJIROU, bakugou, aged up YUUJI, geto, toji, MEGUMI, denki, gojo, TODO


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3 years ago

maybe a toji tattoo artist? y/n getting a underboob tattoo maybe.

for ash (in heat)

bahahah xoxo<3

Maybe A Toji Tattoo Artist? Y/n Getting A Underboob Tattoo Maybe.

Done.. I don’t even know if this is good? When I was writing it I was like hmm.. I hope it’s okay? I based y/n on ren, hehe.

- ash

tw : smut, nipple play, fingering, cream pie, mutual orgasm, age gap, mocking, perversion, finger sucking, there’s others too heheh 18+.

NSFW 18+

wc : 1.8k

Maybe A Toji Tattoo Artist? Y/n Getting A Underboob Tattoo Maybe.

The room was tranquil. Nothing but the small faint beats of korn playing in the back as you swung your legs off the table. Patiently waiting for your tattoo artist to come and ink you up.

You wasn't innocent to tattoos, your body already covered in many images, some big some small. You first became addicted at 18 and now that your reaching 22 it's no different. But this time you wanted something more sensual, something that only the lucky few would be able to see, and there's only one tattoo artist you'd ever trust with that... nobara kugisaki - your bestfriend.

The clock was ticking and it had already been ten minutes you were waiting, what on earth was she doing?

'Sorry I'm late I got caught up with traffic.' An unrecognisable voice called.

Spinning your head around you were hit with the sight of an unfamiliar man. From what it seemed A 40 year old dilf with biceps bigger than your arms. Who on earth is he and why isn't nobara here?

'Erm I think you've got the wrong room...'

'Y/N L/N right?' You saw the flicker of his eyes bounce up towards you, a small tug of his lips as he examines you. Snapping the glove on his hands and making his way over to you, a hand reached out to you...

'Yes?' You reluctantly took it, fingers wrapping around yours as he lingered for a bit too long. Peering at his face you took notice to the small scar tugged on his lip, you felt so small compared to him. His height staggering atleast 6'5, the table you were sat on gave you no height either, made you feel even more vulnerable as you should. The cut of your top giving him an entire view into what he was about to get into.

'I'm Toji fushiguro. Nobara couldn't make it so she asked me to fill in, hope that's okay?' The slight twang of his voice implied his confidence. You knew you wasn't complaining, but a bit of a heads up would be better... 'So... underboob right?'

'Yeah, you sure your qualified? I've never seen you round here before.'

'Why? Think I'm lying?' Grin obvious on his face as he began crouching down. Tugging at your top for you to take it off - simply complying, leaving yourself topless for his eyes to see, not like you cared. 'All these tattoos on me don't show you imma artist?'

His arms and body was scattered in it, spider tattoos, skull tattoos, anything dark was on him. The tensing of his veins made it look even sexier - a content sigh leaving your lips as his tatted fingers began treading on your skin, playing with your nipples as he touches your flesh.

'Whatever, anyways I want a tat like this' swiping up on your phone you show w picture of the words sinner, almost slithering all the way up towards your nipple. The lick of his lips definitely showed his approval.

‘Sinner huh? What’s that about.’

‘Doesn’t matter… anyways could you start?’

'Sure thing, now stay still, this might pinch...' dragging the gun towards your breast you watched how he examined closely what he was doing, gun darting into your skin causing a hiss from your teeth. 'Thought you'd be able to take it better'

'For somebody whose just a fill in, you got a lotta talk old man'

'Old?!' He stopped his movements, looking up at you tryna hold your laugh. Your pretty eyes moving away from him, he didn't even know you. But from how nobara described you he knew you would be a catch - but to see you this up close he knew he would be getting himself into some trouble if he looked more. 'I'm 42? That's not old.'

'Older than me, by 20 years to be exact.'

'Your 22?' His thumbs begin kneading back into the dough of your breasts, a small moan leaving your lips as you feel the warmth of his thumb from within the glove, his cock beginning to twitch from the sound of you 'You got a nice pair for a 22 year old, why you got so many tats?'

'I've been getting them since I'm 18...' eyes clammed shut in an attempt not to scream, this wasn't missed by toji, a small chuckle escaping him as he began massaging your tit again, this time rubbing his thumb against your erect nipple '.. but this ones definitely the most painful...'

'Really? Would've thought this one right here was the most painful.' Eyes dropping towards your exposed thigh, face starting to glow red with the realisation of how close he was...

'Y-yeah, that was actually my first.'

'You got one that close... for your first? Your a brave one princess..'

You shouldn't of felt the flutter in your stomach at the nickname he just gave you, but from how he's looking at you, you really couldnt help it - one glance to his left ring finger showed you everything you needed, completely empty. Not even a dent of a ring. 'Got it for your boyfriend?'

The fan of his breath against you skin alerted you what was happening, and how he was just here to give you a tattoo and go him, but a little harm won't hurt. 'Boyfriend? Nah been single for god knows how long, I don't do relationships...'

'What do you do then?'

'Men.' Your blunt answer earned a laugh and a dart up from him as he placed down his gun, gloves thrown off as he begins licking his thumb, dabbing down with his bare skin on the small smudge he made, only to lightly drag his thumb on your erect nipple, a small gasp escaping your lips.

'Any age requirement?'

'Nope, as long as they are good looking... and hopefully single.' Teeth moving to nibble at your lower lip, his body moving between your legs. Thumb cupping your chin up, peering down at you, you could swear his next words made you internally moan.

'You tryna flirt with me princess...'

‘Don’t be so cocky, but if I was… is that a problem?’

‘No baby…’ his lips nearing towards yours, thumb kneading on your tits ‘…not at all.’

Rapidly, you felt the touch of his lips on you, sucking gently on your thumb, arms wrapped around his head as you felt yourself starting to grind on his abs. Fingers moving to rub gently at your nipples and breasts, trying his best not to touch your new tattoo, fingers darting low to toy at your clit, you could see he takes no time in entertaining women. 'Shit your actually wet..'

'Mmm yeah...' you moan seductively, mind in a frenzy at how his tongue ring rimmed your tongue, not expecting his rugged fingers to begin pushing inside of you so fast. The feeling of his erect cock hitting on your thigh made your stomach begin to churn. 'Fuck- faster..'

'You like that hm? Still an old man to ya?' The scar on his lip tense against your lips, eyes moved down to watch how he pushes inside of you, your head starting to lean back in satisfaction and content. It's like you'd never been touched before… ‘Good girl, fuck- you been this desperate for me hm?’

The way you rode his fingers had him mesmerised, the moans of your body and arch of your back made him closely watch your tattoo, wouldn’t want to ruin any part of your perfect body now. Your edge nearing closer and closer the deeper he got, tips arching up into your g spot, thumb paced on your red clit. He swore he could’ve came at the sight of someone as precious as you, melted down so deep on him. ‘Gonna cum.. fuck…’

The words drawled from your mouth as you gushed all over him, a low whistle escaping him as he watched you become so undone for him. Cum dripping all the way down to the coffin planting right on his knuckle.

Lifting it up to his mouth, you watched him closely lick it up. Lips left with a pop as he slammed his face on you, your sweet cum dropped onto your lips as you mumbled a loud moan. ‘Fuck, wanna see what else this pretty pussy can do.’

He took no time undoing his belt, head fallen on your shoulder as he sucked quickly and harshly at your skin. Eyes widening at the sight of his huge cock, Prince Albert piercing nudged right on his tip. ‘Fuck… your so big.’

‘Yeah baby, that a problem?’ His hand fucking himself off before he swiftly pushed himself inside your tight cunt.

‘Ah- fuck.. n-no problem.’ You wince in slight pain and immense pleasure, his body waiting a second before slamming deep inside you. Your body lowered down so he could see how fucked out you were, your tits jumping with every deep thrust, the new tattoo you just got printed, not even smudged. A small ego boost sent straight to tojis cock from how he twitched inside of you.

‘Feel that huh? Feel this old man deep inside ya?’ Hand moving to plant on your stomach from how he began fucking your cervix, your fucked out eyes moving to glance at him, the bead of sweat trickling down his forehead made you almost go crazy, body clammed down on him. You could hardly breath, throat feeling so tight from all your moaning and the way his fingers crawl up to squeeze at your voice chords and slip down your throat, wrists moving to scratch at his wrists and gag at his touch.

‘I feel ya, fuck yeah- I feel you sooo deep..’ your brain was practically fucked out, his flushed tip nearing you closer and closer to your second orgasm, from how he was looking at you, he wasn’t sure if he was able to pull out on time, the lewd clapping noises of his balls slamming harshly against your skin filled up the room, sounds almost outweighing the music.

‘I’m gonna c-cum…’

‘Let me cum in this pretty f-fucking pussy huh?’ Every word said with a thrust sent deep into your core

‘Yes… yesss please…’

Suddenly you felt yourself squirt all over him, his cum filling your stomach up deep inside releasing a loud scream from you, back arching off the desk, his head thrown back as he kept cumming balls deep inside you, some even trickling down your legs, his fingers moving to plug it straight back inside your pretty, tight pussy.

‘Never did i think I’d be fucking a client..’ his breathless voice began to speak as he watched you almost doze off to sleep, a snap of his fingers in your face alerted you of what was going on, and where you was really at.

‘No way, your not falling asleep princess, still got a tattoo to finish.’


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1 year ago

18+ mdni; gn!reader

sometimes when toji fucks you, it's just so overwhelming that you go quiet. no loud moans or whines – the only sounds that manage to slip from your bitten lips are shaky gasps and a few mewls here and there. it's just too fucking good.

he doesn't pressure you to make more noise either – he knows you feel good without having to tell him so. he can see it and he can feel it; he reads your body like a book, he caresses your sides and kisses your neck – he knows your language better than anything else in the world.

your heels dig into his back as you pull him closer, deeper, while your hands press against his hot skin. you're pulling and pushing him at the same time, it isn't enough and it's too fucking much at the same time. your eyes cross and you can't think about anything else other than him; he's so fucking heavy on top of you and it almost feels like he's going to suffocate you. you want him to.

his lips are glued to your jaw and his hot breath fans your already hot skin; your eyes roll back inside your own head as your back arches off the bed and into his hold. toji uses the moment to slip his hand under you to keep you flush against him and it's all so fucking much. your breath gets stuck in your throat when he rolls his hips with precision, successfully hitting your sensitive spot over and over again.

"breathe, baby, breathe."

his voice has never been softer, more caring, than it is now. he whispers the words into your skin, he carves them right into your pulse point before pressing a kiss in the exact same place. it's intimate, you feel his love. he waits for you to do it; he slows his hips just a tad and waits. rough fingers find your warm cheek as he tilts your face to his, your noses brush and lips touch - he's everywhere.

you take in a shaky breath and he kisses away the tears of pleasure that trickle from the corner of your eyes as a reward. toji grinds his hips into yours without ever pulling out even an inch and he smiles to himself when you let out a quiet broken mewl. it's a silent cry, a tell-tale sign that he's about to get to watch you unravel in his very arms.

he doesn't stop pressing messy kisses all over your face as he rolls his hips against yours; as you cry out in his hold, as you tremble and twitch, as you whisper his name like it's your own personal mantra. you try to crane your neck to escape his overbearing presence but he doesn't let you – he moves his head with you, his eyes glued to your blissed out face, your furrowed brows and your parted lips, as he pumps you full of his seed. you're all he needs. your pleasure is all he needs.


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