sugarphoric

[sugarphoric]

only one bed... right?

an. first! creds to @uzmacchiato for the divider! <3 second, this is like... the first crack fic/drabble i've ever wrote. i saw smone talking about how they wanna see this on TikTok and I was like... you're so right. i hope my amateurish language and descriptions just added to the fun and is not a representative to how writing actually is (or maybe it *is* this amateurish and i'm trying to practice out of mind out of sight or whatever they say.

cw. crack + fluff, slightly suggestive, use of petnames (as jokes)

wc. 1.9k

“Damn ma, if talking were poison then you wouldn’t have killed not only our target, but also me and Shiu both, and that damn man isn’t even here,” Toji grumbles from behind you, hand on your shoulder guiding you into the only motel room that’s available as he uses his other to grip his head as if he has a headache (he does).

You snarl at him, continuing on your rant about how he’s so huge, his fat ass got you guys caught, and how horrible he is at his job that that’s why the mission was postponed for another day, adding something about how he’s so cheap, he decided to go to a motel with you and not the hotel a couple blocks later, or how you both had to walk instead of, I don’t know, take transit??

Your words go on and on and before you know it, Toji’s kicking the door shut, the hand on your shoulder coming around to cup your mouth shut, as his other hand wraps around your waist, picking you up and pressed hard against his chest as you let out muffled yells and squirms trying to protest his actions. As if a little unruly kitten like you would make him scared.

“Alright, that’s enough talking. Lie down. Sleep.”

He throws you down on the bed, taking some time to stare you down as he runs a hand through his hair, before turning around.

“No! Who said I was gonna listen to you— where are you even going?”

“I’m just locking the door and gonna take a shower, doll. Second, I’ve been generous this whole time and listened to your silly little talk, so now you’re gonna listen to me and do what I say. Now lie down.”

You grumble, unwillingly following his command, trying to ignore his smirk. “At least you got some decency letting a lady sleep on the bed…”

“Well of course, it gets cold when I sleep. S’good if I have a warm body pillow next to me.”

“Who said—!”

He’s already laughing before you could even start complaining, already cutting you off before you could say more. “You heard the man downstairs just as well as I did! You really think m’gonna sleep somewhere other than a bed even if there’s one left? Especially after going through the damage of hearing your endless chatter? Fuck no.”

You’re complaining throughout his explanation and… sure, maybe he has a point, but it’s Toji so you don’t care nor want to agree with what he says. So, you decide to retaliate. In physical manners. By throwing ‘his side’ of the pillows on the floor.

But it doesn’t ever reach the floor. His hands grab your wrists before you could even entertain the very thought of letting the plush go, all sense of playfulness gone as he tugs you a bit closer to him, staring down his nose at your childish antics.

“You’re gonna stop complaining and listen to what I say, ya hear me?”

“But To—”

“No ‘but’s, no whiny ‘Tojiiii!!’s either. Now be still, you were doing so good for me, and I’ll make sure you stay that way, got it?”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer, taking the pillow and throwing it back in place, shoving you to lie down as he pulls the covers over you haphazardly as if he’s trying to be nonchalant or something.

He lightly smacks your cheek twice as he squats down to your level, laughing breathily at your grumpy expression. “You look good like this ma; I’ll be back alright?”

“Ugh— just stop calling me ‘ma’, alright?”

“Is ‘mommy’ better—”

“Toji.”

“Pfft— fine fine!! I didn’t like it either doll—”

“Toji!”

“Now, daddy’s gonna go take a nice hot shower, and you’re gonna be a good girl and wait for me in bed, got it?”

“TOJI—!!”

You let out an exasperated, loud huff as he just chuckles, already halfway to the bathroom, whistling some stupid tune off-key as he shuts the door to the bathroom.

Before opening it again.

Leaving a crack of space almost as if it was supposed to be an invitation (he laughs as if he’s taunting you — he is).

And you huff again, louder this time, almost a drawled out mini-scream because you know this is a lose-lose situation. Get close and close it; he’ll tease you to no end saying, “You couldn’t handle the idea of me being naked?”, or open the door again, knowing you’re right outside to see him in his birthday suit. Stay where you are and don’t close it? He’ll say, “Oh, so maybe little ma liked me more than she lets on, huh?”, or call you a “good girl” just for following his orders and staying on the bed.

As you hear the water running, you decide to do something. At least make yourself useful. You roll off the bed, tangled and dangling in the sheets as you slither onto the floor. You don’t even raise your head as you tiredly pull back the drawer of the bedside table, reaching in blindly and grabbing whatever object’s inside — a bible. $20 peeking out from whatever chapter that comes to mind first. Psalms. You don’t care to check anyways, eyes locked on the bill, eyeing it, debating. Then you reach back and put the Bible where you found it, shutting the drawer, reminding yourself you’re not Toji.

Toji’s humming some random song, off-key once again, as you lay down on the musty carpet— so much for being useful. Your nose scrunches as you think of the many things that could’ve graced the very floor you’re draped all over, but you make no effort to move, only running your hand on the edge of the wood that captures the bed.

The shower stops.

You turn your head, eyeing the side of the bedframe, weird.

You sit up, still eyeing the wood — shuffling in the bathroom.

Then, a creak. Maybe from the bathroom door, or maybe… from the trundle bed you just unknowingly pulled out from under the main one.

A beat passes. Then two. And it’s a bit comical, really. You swaddled in blankets like a slug unwillingly as you sit up on the floor, eyeing the new bed. Toji looks like he came out of fucking porno, standing right outside the bathroom door, towel slung low on his hips barely tied together, water droplets running down his body, soaking his happy trail down into his towel, but instead of taking it off and fucking you to the next scene, he’s also just staring. At the new bed as well. Both of you, processing.

Toji takes the liberty to speak first, a sigh turning to a cough, running his hand over his mouth as he just continues to stare.

“… That’s weird. Must be some prop.”

“Toji.”

“The man said one bed— I trust the old man, not some weird… combo bunk.”

“… what? Toji—”

“It’s a motel!!! They have weird shit all the time— see!” He walks over, squatting beside you, pointing to some stain on the blankets that are wrapped around you. “Look, weird cum stain or something— heh, wanna add to the mix? Ow—!”

Your slap reverberates through the room before you wiggle yourself out of the blankets, really leaning into that slug idea— maybe a snake shedding its skin? Whatever. Now just sitting on the floor, no blanket this time.

But Toji’s not finished.

“Nah, just close it, I bet dogs slept there before—”

“There’re ‘No Pets Allowed’ signs posted everywhere Toji.”

“It’s probably like a million times more uncomfortable than the bed up here, wouldn’t wanna get my favorite girl to get hurt now, do I?”

“Toji!! It’s like, the same exact bed!!”

“Please ma— I mean— fuck, now you’ve got me beggin’.”

You bark up a laugh, giggling at how he’s fallen on his knees (trying to ignore how his towel is now dangerously close to opening and showing off his goodies), his face anguished and grumpy probably cursing all of humanity that ever entertained the idea of creating a bed like this. To really reiterate; Toji Fushiguro is now on his knees, begging you to sleep on the same bed as him, and Toji Fushiguro does not beg, which only makes this one hundred times funnier.

“Toji!! Pfft— it’s literally not a big deal, get up! Stop looking at me like that!!” You can’t stop laughing, mentally comparing him to an angry Thomas the Tank Engine, unable to stand up yourself from laughing too much.

You throw the cum-stained blanket onto him, covering his practically-fully naked body, finally getting up as you lie yourself on the normal bed.

“Stop acting like such a loser you big idiot!! Doesn’t daddy have some shower to finish anyways?” You’re snorting and laughing and rolling all over the bed, having fun teasing him, a complete 180 to how you felt earlier tonight.

And by the grace of God (or maybe hearing you call him ‘daddy’), he stands up, throwing the blanket onto the trundle as he grumbles back into the bathroom, properly drying up.

He ends up sleeping in the trundle. Complaining the whole time. So much to the point that you fall asleep halfway through as it started muffling into something like white, brown, fucking Toji noise. You would’ve said you slept peacefully after that, if it wasn’t for you jolting awake from hypnic jerk— oh. No, no actually, not hypnic jerk. Not the feeling of falling in your sleep, but from actually falling in your damn sleep because the moment you did fall asleep, Toji decided that was the perfect moment to snatch your body down to his stupid trundle bed, wrapping his stupidly buff limbs around you to lock you into place against his chest, nose tucked against your hair, finally shutting up.

You want to let out a huff for the nth time that night; chest pressed against Toji’s, back pressed against the side of the bed frame, body just covered in Toji’s leaving barely any space to breathe but… you can’t seem to complain.

You blame it on your half-awake state. You blame it on Toji, and how his body is covering your mouth. You tell yourself you’re only accepting it because the moment he took you in his arms he stopped complaining. You blame it on everything, but the way you tuck yourself in just the tiniest bit closer to him, your own arms slowly wrapping around his torso? Maybe you didn’t hate this as much as you thought after all.

Bonus:

The next morning you wake up to hear the drawer creak open.

“Toji…”

“But there’s a twenty dollar—”

“No.”

“But—”

You lazily reach for the cabinet, shutting it closed as you roll on top of him, eyes still shut and half-asleep.

“Just exploit Shiu again, don’t take innocent money.”

He grumbles again but let’s it happen, holding you just a bit tighter as he falls back asleep himself.

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[sugarphoric]

blue collar!husband!toji && housewife!reader in the afternoon.

notie's: the poll already ended and this is for you guyssss i hope my babies enjoy this <33 — Jason's version

MDNI 18+

“Why are you growing?”

A sudden, curious question slips from Toji’s mouth, cutting into the peaceful afternoon. Your hands pause mid-fold, still gripping the shirt.

Brow furrowed, you glance at him. “What do you mean I’m growing? I’m pregnant, Toji. Three months. You really think I’m gonna get any thinner by eight or nine?”

You snort, shake your head, and go back to folding. You ignore the way his brows are still scrunched. Clearly not done.

“Yeah, yeah, I know that,” he says, scratching his neck. “Stomach’s growing and all that. But like... why your boobs too? And don’t even get me started on your ass. It’s full now. Like, heavy in my hands full.”

He held his big hands up, cupping the air in front of your chest like he was mimicking your boobs now—except way bigger than they used to be.

That shirt did nothing to hide the way your tits sat. No bra, no shame. Just soft curves bouncing slightly with every move, practically begging for his hands.

“You see that?” he smirked. “They’ve grown. So has it,” he added, eyes dropping meaningfully below his belt.

You look at him, unimpressed. “So what, you're saying I had a flat ass and no tits before I got pregnant?”

He sighs, already knowing where this is going. “No, woman. That’s not what I meant. It was—decent. I wasn’t complaining.”

You raise your brow.

“I mean, now? It’s fucking divine,” he adds quickly, voice dropping. “I look at you and I gotta change every position possible to hide my damn bulge.”

You roll your eyes. “Typical. All this attention now, huh, that I’m built like your wet dreams fantasy. At least you’re getting the VIP treatment before the great flattening.”

“You kidding? I’m thriving,” he says, smirking. “You sneeze and my dick twitches.”

You bark a laugh. “You’re disgusting.”

“You married this.” he shrugs, grinning like the smug bastard he is.

“Yeah, whatever.” you mutter, rolling your eyes playfully.

He leans back, cocky as ever. “Mmh, yeah.”

۶ৎ - @girlinaquietspace @miffyliebe @itzmeme @cherisea

[sugarphoric]

THE HAPPY TRAIL THE BULGE

i drew that new Toji figure lol

[sugarphoric]

You’re just innocently bent over and rummaging through the cabinet looking for a pan. In shorts that are probably way too tight for their own good—and Toji strolls by like he wasn’t already watching you from the couch like a weird freak, beer in hand with a smirk tugging at his mouth.

He comes up behind you without a word, huge hand flattening on your lower back and pressing down juuust a little. “Stay still, baby,” he murmurs, already closing the distance and grinding in slowly against your plush ass, like he’s been holding it in all day. And his jeans are so stiff and rough and tight—the fabric biting into your soft skin and you can feel the blunt pressure of his hard-on right between your cheeks.

You whimper quietly, still frozen with your hand on the object you were reaching for, heart pounding because Megumi is RIGHT THERE. “Toji—!”

“Shhh”. He’s humping you shamelessly, breath tickling the back of your neck. The fabric of your shorts is so thin and flimsy he can feel the heat of your cunt every time he rocks forward like he’s trying to fuck you through the layers. “You shouldn’t bend over like that, wearing these little shorts with my son in the room. You trying to rile me up?”

Megumi doesn’t notice at first… or at least pretends not to. But Toji doesn’t stop. He even grunts softly, like it feels that good—his sick, perverted ass is getting off to dry humping you like a dog in broad daylight.

You try to move, but Toji’s hand curls around your hip possessively—the other keeping your back arched. “Stay bent, baby. I’m not done”. And you swear you can feel him twitching through the denim, his erection rutting in harder and pressing deeper into your warm pussy, parting your folds and letting the seam of your shorts rub right against your clit—

And then—

“Can you two seriously not do that when I’m RIGHT HERE?” Megumi snaps, still not looking up from his phone but he can definitely feel the dirty presence of his father.

Toji smirks and gives your ass one final, nasty grind before backing off like nothing happened. “You were looking at your phone,” he says lazily with a shrug. “Don’t be so uptight”.

You’re left flustered, dripping, and still bent over—your cunt throbbing in little beats, slick smeared between your thighs, shorts riding up and clinging to every curve… while Megumi rolls his eyes and Toji grabs another beer like he didn’t just use you like a fleshlight with his son as an audience.

[sugarphoric]

your knees ache a little from how long you’ve been riding suguru. thighs burning, slick dripping down your inner legs, but you’re not ready to stop. you can’t—not with the way he’s looking up at you, like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.

all fucked-out and glowing in the soft purple light of your bedroom. your palms are splayed against his chest, his raven hair down and messy, your body rocking in a slow, syrupy rhythm that makes his breath stutter every time your hips meet.

his hands have been everywhere—gripping your ass, squeezing your thighs, stroking up your sides like he’s memorizing every inch of you. and now, one of them disappears behind your back. you barely notice at first. you’re too caught up in how full you feel, how his thick cock stretches you open with every drag and slide, hitting so deep in your cervix it makes your vision blur.

but then you hear the quiet click of his phone camera, and you glance down in disbelief.

“suguruuu.” you whine, your voice is shaky. breathless from pleasure, but not exactly surprised.

“shhhh,” he says, voice low and thick. “easy, baby…”

his hand is between his legs, phone tilted just behind your ass, the camera catching a full, obscene view of where you’re spread open and sunk down on his cock.

your back arched, his thighs under yours, the soft bounce of your hips in rhythm with your gasps—it’s all right there. all of you. the wet glide of him pushing into you again and again, your body taking it so well. his cock, flushed and glistening with your arousal, stretching you open like you’re made for him.

“lift up a little for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, eyes dragging up your body. “just wanna get a better view.”

his palm runs down your spine, soothing, coaxing, and you do it without thinking—rising up on shaky thighs just enough for him to get the shot. your walls clench around him from the shift, and he groans low in his throat.

“fuuuck…look at that. such a pretty pussy.”

he snaps another picture, angling the camera to get the perfect shot of your swollen, soaked pussy hovering just above the base of his cock. dripping, stretched and twitching, his tip barely inside. his other hand slides up to your waist, steadying you while you tremble in his lap, skin flushed, breath catching.

you feel hot all over—your face, your chest, your thighs, even the back of your neck where his fingers had been earlier, wrapped around you like a collar.

“this one is perfect,” he says, voice all honey and filth, the camera lowering back to the mattress while he leans up to kiss your shoulder. “you look so good like this, baby. you belong right here.”

and you most definitely do. right there, with him still buried inside you, phone discarded on the sheets, his hands gripping your hips like he’s never letting go. you drop back down slowly, letting him fill you again, inch by inch, and his head falls back with a broken noise that makes your stomach flutter. he grabs your ass with both hands, thumbs digging in, guiding you into another slow, deep roll of your hips.

“we’re not done,” he murmurs against your skin, lips at your neck now, breath hot. “not till you cum again…”

“…maybe next time we’ll take a video. so you can see how good you look falling apart on my cock.”

© j3llyc4kes

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[sugarphoric]

biting older bf!toji

“The fuck you doing doll…?”

You giggle awkwardly behind him as your mouth hovers right over his bicep like a stray cat getting caught trying to steal fish.

“Nuthin—“

When he raises an eyebrow at you and turns around, pulling his bicep away from you inadvertently, you swear you don’t let out a whine. Toji laughs.

“You like breathin’ on me or somethin’? Ya think I’m some tree that needs your carbon monoxide to survive?”

“Carbon dioxide Toji…”

“Yeah yeah same difference—“

You hum as you keep eyeing his meaty arms, teeth clicking together gently inside your mouth as you just imagine how it feels to sink your teeth right in his—

“Ya gonna make eye contact with me or something? Is there something on my arm? Come on, baby, I know I’m buff and stuff, but this is getting a little freaky even for me…”

You don’t even realize you’re drooling before his hand reaches up to hold your chin, thumb wiping your wet chin before shoving it back into your mouth. You let out a whimper you didn’t even know you were holding, easily going soft and pliant as he lets you suck on his thumb. But what you both didn’t expect was when you started to gnaw gently on his thick digit, making him go ridged.

“Huh…?”

He tries to remove his thumb before pausing as you let out another whine, then laughing, full belly, pulling his thumb away just to rub at the ridges of your teeth.

“My little puppy was just teething huh? Go on, doll, bite me or whatever the hell you want,”

You’ve never moved faster in your life. Like you were some sleeper agent that got told their code word, or worse, a puppy who was told they’re getting a treat; you’re all giggly and touchy feely, wrapping your small arms around his buff, hard body, immediately latching your teeth all over his bicep, his shoulder, neck and chest.

“Woah— hey!! Pfft, momma didn’t give you enough milk or something, what’s going on with you?”

Even though he’s complaining, Toji’s laughing himself, pulling you even closer, hand on your head just resting as he slightly flexes his muscles for you.

“Damn, am I really just getting old? Is this another one of your Tic-Tac trends again? Or are all little girls this needy?”

“Tiktok Toji! Tic-Tacs are those weird candies you like to eat…”

He grins even wider, shoving your head in between his pecs as he flexes them together on your still biting face. “Yeah yeah, same difference girl.”

You let out small mumbles as you continue to bite him softly, a small pause before you finally confess to him, “You’re just so… big and… meaty and… buff and big and thick and big and—“

If he wasn’t laughing before, he’s surely laughing now, picking you up with one arm, thumb shoved in your mouth with his other hand, leading you to the living room as he sits down with a groan like an the old man he is.

“No need to explain yourself, keep teething baby, alright? It’s okay, you’ll grow out of it sooner or later. Just don’t turn me into one of those ugly gnawed up plastic chew toys got it?”

You nod, giggling once more as you take his thumb away, pressing a kiss on his cheek like the sweet girl you are, before going back to gnawing on his body, completely satisfied. And maybe he’s covered in red bite marks and drool, body slightly irritated and sore from all the weird stimulation, but he doesn’t complain once after that, smiling softly at your nonsense, hand still patting your head softly as you continue to bite him.

an. first!! dividers by @youuthh <3, second!! this was a very... self-indulgent quick drabble. i swear my canines are getting longer or sharper like... even when i was little i had really long canines that when they fell out the dentists were so shocked bc they were like huh weve never seen a tooth as long as this but like youd expect bc these are my adult teeth that it wont change but i swear its getting sharper or something!!!! now i have bunny teeth and kitty fangs and i just wanna bite something like lemme bite your skin :C

[sugarphoric]

bf! toji who constantly has his hands on you.

bf! toji who lets you compare hand sizes no matter how corny it is.

bf! toji who comes home with bruises all over his body and lets you take care of him.

bf! toji who gets tangled in the sheets with you and murmurs "You're mine. Don't move."

bf! toji who scares you at night when he comes home drunk late at night from drinking with Shiu.

bf! toji who carries you to the bedroom when you fall asleep on the couch waiting for him.

bf! toji who will take long, soapy baths with you but takes up the entire tub and smirks down at you and says "Sorry babe. These muscles take up so much space, huh?"

bf! toji who sometimes doesn't feel bad for shouting at you during an argument until you start crying.

bf! toji who will kiss you senseless in a parking lot.

bf! toji who will literally stalk you if you ever try to leave.

[sugarphoric]

TOJIS

when you’re cold

suguru’s the type to give you his jacket, freezing his balls off but keeping silent if that means you’re toasty and warm. he’ll pet your hair, constantly check in and make sure you’re doing okay, holding your hands, rubbing them softly to create friction but not pain.

choso’s freaking out— he’s also cold. you stare at his jacket. he’s looks down. then before you can even blink, he takes it off, throws it on the ground before hugging you tightly; if one of you is cold, then both of you are cold. no man is going down alone, and no man will be better than the other. (you pick up his jacket before wrapping it around the both of you).

toji… he's like a big stone pillar, held tight together and unmoving, even as you complain about the weather. after years and years and hours and milliseconds of listening to your endless complaints and shivering and squealing, jumping jacks and all, he finally lets out a sigh, lifting his sweater up, showing off his ripped body. when you stare at him incredulous, wondering if you have a incel for a boyfriend or a himbo (maybe both), he grumbles under his breath and shakes his head, taking one step closer to you as he engulfs your body under his sweater, trapping you against his bare chest, hugging your form around his sweater, placing his chin on top of your head. (if you feel a kiss on the apex of your head… no you don’t).

[sugarphoric]

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙏𝙤𝙟𝙞’𝙨 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚…<MDNI>

(i just know he has telegram and some really weird google searches)

You’d just had a fight. One of those stupid, sharp ones that leaves a bitter taste on your tongue but stubbornness kept you from apologizing first. On impulse and spite, you grab Toji’s phone right out of his hand while sitting next to him on the couch.

Satisfied with your stealth, you scamper off to the bedroom and lock the door.

His iPhone XR is scuffed beyond recognition. He won it in a bet and says it still works…it dies at 35%. His screen protector is one of those shitty ones with a giant air bubble and a crack across the middle. Lucky for you, there’s no passcode.

First, you look at his notifications. Nothing too suspicious aside from hundreds of telegram messages from a group that makes you raise an eyebrow. ‘Midnight Assassin’s Inc.’ What the hell even is that? You don’t want to know. You scroll anyway, heart hammering and…yup. Definitely a crime ring disguised as a chat.

Next, you head to his notes app. A grocery list stares back at you. Eggs, protein powder, lube…..oh ok.., rope???? You hope it isn’t for you. (you hope it is) You keep scrolling. There’s a single, untouched note that just says your name. Absolutely no context. One journal-style paragraph about how you looked the first time you laughed at one of his jokes. It’s kinda poetic. A half-written plan titled “If she ever leaves me.” It includes a fake name, off-the-grid location and a boat. Then, a note titled “Shit I wanna do to her when—”. Each entry is more detailed than the last and way more explicit than your brain can handle. “Want her to ride my face then do a split on my di—” ok, moving on.

You bite your lip, trying not to laugh. Your fingers tremble as you open his search history. “Do women like getting choked or am I going to jail?” You blink, caught off guard by the bluntness. “Sex positions for bad backs.” You can’t help but laugh quietly, cheeks warming. He’s ridiculous. “How to flirt without looking like you want to bite her”, “How to stop smiling at your phone like a simp”.

You’re giddy by the time you click on his photos. First, blurry gym pics with the flash on—accidental thirst traps. A photo of your feet…taken without your permission. A short video of you walking away from him—he’s zooming in and out on your ass and breathing heavy. You slap a hand over your mouth. But you can’t help but smile through it all. You feel so loved. Maybe not in a romantic way but it’s Toji’s way.

Yeah sure, you both are a little toxic but you love him and there’s no place you’d rather be. You let out a sigh and unlock the door. Your head hangs low as you make your way towards the living room. The walk of shame, if you will.

Toji’s voice cuts through your silence. “Find what you’re looking for?”

Your head stays down as you plop down next to him. “You’re stupid.”

He shrugs like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You did this to yourself. I don’t care what you see.”

A smile creeps back onto your face. Before you even think it through, you launch yourself at him, lips crashing against his in a messy, hungry kiss.

It’s so damn cute that he doesn’t care. That he’s this unbothered and open. You wanted to remind him who he belongs to with a kiss that says I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.

He caught you easily, hands sliding down your back like he’s been waiting for this exact moment all day.

Arguments forgotten. Phone secrets forgotten. Just you, him and a quiet fire only you two knew how to light.

☠︎︎𓆩𓆩♡𓆪𓆪 ☠︎︎

[sugarphoric]

Bsf toji eating you out while you’re cheating ex is on the phone begging for you back. It���s been an idea in my mind for months and I can’t seem to find something the executes just right 😔

thank you for the request, hope you enjoy!

best friend!toji wasn’t expecting you to come knock on his door in the middle of the night crying your pretty little eyes out, babbling about your shitty boyfriend cheating on you. He knew that useless fucker was no good from the start, and he especially hates him now that you’ve told him what happened. You came home late from hanging out with friends, walking in on your boyfriend making out with some random girl in bed, clothes halfway off. Toji doesn’t like seeing his pretty girl cry, wiping your tears away and hugging you tightly against his chest to help ease your mind.

“You were too good for him anyway, pretty.” He cups your cheek, pouting at your teary eyes.

“Y-yeah, I guess. The only good thing to come out this is I don’t have to have horrible sex with him,” you laugh through your tears.

“What?” Toji chuckles, furrowing his brows.

“He was horrible in bed, Toji. Like absolutely diabolical.” You shook your head.

“Did that fucker ever make you cum?” He questioned, genuinely curious and concerned. You sat there and shook your head no, tight lipped as can be. “Oh my god, he’s a fucking loser.” But suddenly, an idea popped into Toji’s heads like a lightbulb going off. Hearing about you having to deal with his bullshit and on top of all that he’s never made you orgasm had Toji’s blood boiling. You deserve to be treated like royalty, foot rubs, good food, massages, getting spoiled, and getting your pussy ate like it’s the last thing on earth. “Hey, pretty, can we try something that might calm your nerves a bit?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

Your naked body lays flat against Toji’s messy sheets, legs spread wide as your hands rake through his black hair. His hands hold your trembling thighs apart, threatening to close around his head each time he gets you right on the edge. “Nnngh! Toji! Oh my god! You’re gonna make me cum again!” Your weak attempts at pushing his head away make him laugh. You’re writhing and squirming just from his tongue and goddamn do you taste heavenly.

You’re breathing heavily, body limp and sweaty as your mind runs in circles, too hazy to even think straight. Toji catches eye of your phone lighting up, your bastard of an ex calling you. “Mmm, one moment pretty.” He smiles from ear to ear, lifting his head to answer the call yet never leaving you unsatisfied, his fingers working their way inside your creamy cunt. “Hello?”

“Hello? Who is this? Where’s y/n?” Your ex asked.

“Mmm,” Toji glances over at you, smirking, “she’s right here.” He pushed his fingers deeper, a long drawn out moans escaping your throat.

“Put her on the phone right now.”

“No can do, she’s a little busy,” he chuckled. “Wait a second, aren’t you the piece of shit ex that cheated on her?” Toji raised a brow, positioning himself back between your legs.

“I-I…I wasn’t cheating! Who even are you?! Let me talk to her and explain! Put her on the fucking phone!”

“Okay, whatever you say. Just know she might not be able to hear you.” Toji devilishly smiled, putting the phone on speaker. “Pretty, you’re piece of shit ex has something to say.” Toji laid his tongue flat on your clit, slurping your juices and sucking on your clit.

“Y/n! Y/n? Baby, listen to me, I’m sorry! I-I don’t know what I was thinking! Just come back home and we can talk. Hello?”

“Ohhhh fuckk!” You cry out, sucking in a breath, back arching off the bed.

“Y/n? What the fuck are you doing?! Hello! I’m sorry, baby! Please, just—”

“I don’t think she can hear you,” Toji panted, licking your juices off his lips.

“Yo, who the fuck are you?! Huh?” Your ex grew louder and angrier with each passing second.

“Someone better looking, stronger, smarter, loyal, richer, and who knows how to make a girl cum.” Toji went right back to eating you out, placing small kisses on your clit that made your hips twitch and toes curl.

“What the fuck?! Fuck you! Hello! You hear me?!” Your ex shouted.

“Sorry, my mouth was full,” Toji chuckled. “Question, you ever taste her pussy? Tastes amazing by the way. I know you couldn’t get her wet enough. You hear this?” Toji holds the phone closer to your cunt, your pussy squelching around his fingers. “That’s all because of me. Right, pretty?” Toji looks at you, your face twisted in pleasure.

“Y-yes, yes!” You scream, breath trembling.

“I know you never had her like this. A soaked, shaking, moaning mess. She’s looks absolutely delicious like this. Too bad your lame ass is missing out, she’s mine now,” Toji spoke, resting his head against your thigh.

“Fuck you! Y/n! Y/n, fucking answer me!” Your ex seemed completely infused with anger, his voice deepening as he screamed over the phone.

Toji continued to make out with your pussy, licking a long stripe from your sopping hole to your throbbing clit, circling his tongue around it. The pleasure from his thick fingers and his wet tongue was intoxicating, you could barely make out what your ex was screaming about over the phone, you were too high pleasure to even care about the asshole. All you cared about what how close you were to cumming again, rocking your hips against Toji’s face while your ex sat there and listened to every last bit of it.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I’m cummmingggg!” You squealed, toes curling as your legs shook. “Oh my fucking god, yes!” Your eyes rolled back as he kept eating you out through your orgasm, quite literally snatching your soul. “Tojiii!”

Toji glanced over at your phone, your ex still on call hearing your scream and moan from nothing but pleasure, but after a few seconds, he gave up and ended the call. He lifted his head to catch his breath, slowly removing his soaked fingers from your creamy cunt, sucking the juices off of them. “God, I can’t get over how good you fucking taste,” he hummed.

You were completely out of it, chest heaving, body limp, mind blank. All you wanted was Toji. He pulled onto his chest as he laid next to you, his fingertips tracing along your spine. “How do you feel now?” He asked.

“Good, really good,” you murmured into his chest, half asleep. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, baby, you deserve that and more. Now rest.” He kissed the top of your head. He grabbed your phone once more, unlocking it and snapping a picture of your two cuddled up before sending it to your ex.

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she’s all good over here ;)

I’ll be coming by to pick up her things too, so glad we’ll finally meet in person

[sugarphoric]

suguru doesn’t, even for a second, believe that you and satoru are—or could be—anything more than friends. he knows there’s nothing between you. you’ve said as much yourself.

and besides, the thought is incongruous with everything he understands about the both of you. and he does understand you—not as thoroughly as he understands satoru, of course. you’re a girl, after all. and satoru is his best friend.

still. knowing doesn’t make it hurt any less.

joyous laughter pierce through the otherwise staid atmosphere, and suguru finds himself resenting it. such uninhibited joy has become so out of reach for himself lately. you’re running around on the lawn of the track field with satoru, engaged in some idiotic game the two of you have invented on the spot. shoko, leaned against the wall beside him, exhales a thin plume of smoke with languid detachment.

“children,” she remarks softly.

“hm.”

suguru watches you fling yourself forward, fingers catching the hem of satoru’s jacket, nearly losing your footing while doing so. he catches you deftly—but in that sickening moment, suguru senses the faintest chance you might allow yourself to stay in satoru’s arms just a bit longer. and for one miserable second, he hates his best friend. hates himself for that stupid, fleeting thought: i wish you’d fallen into my arms instead.

“jealous much?”

he doesn’t dignify her observation with a response. you’ve already peeled yourself off satoru, laughing loudly as you hurl yourself back into the stupid game. satoru isn’t the threat. he knows his friend’s heart too well—knows his own, too, the secret, corrosive decay within himself. satoru is his best friend. his one and only: the singular presence who would willingly plunge into inferno at his side. and you—ever kind to both—have transgressed no fault. you, who is thoughtful, composed, ineffably sweet. faultless in every way, aside from your maddening ability shatter the measured cadence of his heart.

suguru wonders, with an undercurrent of unease, if one day you’ll be forced to choose between them.

shoko snorts, amusement in her eyes.

“there it is. you are jealous.”

he is. a bit. he simply can’t take his eyes off you.

when you break from satoru’s side and sprint toward them—hair a mess, looking absolutely radiant in the late afternoon light—he thinks that you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. you skid to a stop in front of him and shoko, panting, digging in your pocket.

“do either of you—god, i’m out of—can i borrow some change? for the vending machine?” he’s already pulling a handful of yen from his pocket, not bothering to check the amount. your hand brushes his when you take them. warm. still buzzing from play.

“do either of you want anything?”

shoko declines with a wave, “no thanks,”

“and you, suguru?”

you turn expectantly to him, hair windblown and eyes bright. there’s a margin of silence between you, one you haven’t noticed and he can’t stop measuring. his gaze drops briefly to your hand. then returns to your face.

“…i’m good. get yourself something with electrolytes,” he finally replies. his voice is thoughtful. almost dispassionate before adding casually: “unless you’d rather me carrying you across the quad in front of everyone. like last time.”

you blink like a deer in headlights. behind you, satoru shouts something incomprehensible. you ignore him completely.

“i.. okay. t-thank you,” you stammer. you pivot fast, nearly drop the coins, then dart off toward the vending machines. the pair watch the back of your head disappear around the corner. shoko hums behind him, amused.

“you know she’s gonna think about that line for the rest of the week. don’t you, geto?”

[sugarphoric]

Strip poker with Toji except I don’t know how to play poker and we end up kissing on the couch

[sugarphoric]

Suguru absolutely sets the air conditioner just a little too low on purpose — not enough for you to complain, just enough that your fingers and toes start feeling chilly. He pretends he’s casually scrolling on his phone or reading something unbothered, but he’s waiting — because he knows what’s coming. Sure enough, within a few minutes, you shuffle over, wrapped in your thin pajamas, rubbing your arms with a sleepy pout. He is such a soft schemer; and someone who thrives on feeling needed & seeked out.

When you finally mumble, “Sugu… it’s cold,” his eyes soften immediately — but there’s a smug curve to his mouth too. Yay! His little Darling needs him. Without a word, he pulls you onto his lap, wraps both arms around you like a blanket, and buries his nose into your neck. Then comes the thick blankie throw, which he drapes over both of you as he tucks you in tightly.

“There. My little blanket burrito,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple, then trailing more down your cheek, your jaw, your nose — slow, doting, and almost worshipful. You’re not allowed to move after that. He holds you firm and snug and close, rubbing gentle circles into your lower back and humming to himself as if you’re the only thing that matters. “You feel so warm, Angel. I love you so much.”

“You always come to me when you’re cold… I love that. I love being the one you need.” He calls you “his warm plushie” and grumbles playfully; if you try to get up….. he just pulls you closer and wraps the blanket tighter.

Eventually, you fall asleep on his chest, warm and safe and kissed until your skin tingles. Because Hello He is Geto Suguru????? Smells warm and is comforting Daddy???? 🙂‍↔️ and he just stares at his pretty baby before drifting off too.

[sugarphoric]

Toji keeps eyeing the rear view mirror, both hands on the wheel as he drives down the street, weird. He's not typically a terrible driver but why is he taking it so seriously right now?

You're next to him in the passenger seat looking at him look in the mirror then at the road then back at the mirror.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You ask, turning the music down.

"Holy shit," he says, visibly sagging in relief, a hand flying to cover his heart. "Were the sirens in the song?"

"Yes?" You laugh. "You got warrants or something?" You joke, nudging his arm.

His eyes dart back and forth between the road and you, one hand coming to rest on your thigh, a smirk stretching his scarred lips. He says nothing, but that's more than enough of an answer.

"Toji, you're fucking kidding," you deadpan.

"Wish I was, doll," he laughs, glancing over at you, displeasure scrunching your features. "What? They're old. They'll probably just give me a slap on the wrist and send me on my way."

"We have kids. What am I supposed to tell them? 'Oops, sorry, Megs, dad's not coming home tonight!'" You roll your eyes.

He squeezes your thigh as the car comes to a stop at a red light. He turns to face you, says, "they'd have to catch me first," winks and just as the light turns green, slams his foot down on the gas.

Your body slams back into your seat, laughter ripping through you as he speeds off.

[sugarphoric]

How I imagine Geto in the fics

[sugarphoric]

✮⋆˙ High!Choso is touchy when he's stoned.

It’s just past midnight when you two stumble into the late-night taco joint, neon buzzing, parking lot half-full with drunk twenty-somethings and the smell of grease hanging thick in the air. The kind of place that’s open till 3am and never judges you for looking like a mess.

Choso’s hood is up, face half-shadowed under his beanie, rings hanging from his fingers, eyebrow piercing catching the cheap light every time he blinks slow. He’s behind you in line, all body heat and lazy hands, high as shit and totally unapologetic about it.

You can smell the kush on him. It’s in his hair, his clothes, the way his words come out half-laughed and slow like molasses.

He leans into your back, arm hooked around your waist, tugging you close until your hips bump the ordering counter.

“Yo…” he murmurs into your neck, breath hot and heavy, “this line movin’ slow as fuck.”

“You’re the one who said you wanted tacos,” you mumble, trying to act unbothered even though one of his hands is firmly settled on your ass, like it belongs there.

“I want you more,” he grins, eyes lidded, fingers squeezing once—firm and slow like he’s kneading dough. “You real soft tonight, baby. Makin’ me wanna skip the food and eat somethin’ else.”

“Choso,” you hiss through your teeth, glancing around. The couple behind you is definitely staring. “Can you not grope me while we’re in line?”

He hums, completely unbothered, nosing at the crook of your neck. “Why not? You mine, ain’t you?”

You roll your eyes, ignoring how your stomach flips every time he says shit like that. Possessive. Blunt. Honest. No filter when he’s high, and even less when he’s got both arms wrapped around you like you’re his damn emotional support animal.

His other hand slides up under your hoodie, warm fingers resting right under your bra. Too high up to be accidental.

“Choso,” you warn again, but your voice is thinner now. Weaker.

“Relax,” he mumbles. “Ain’t no one really lookin’. And if they are—good. Let ‘em see who I go home with.”

You look back at him and raise a brow. He meets your eyes, lazy smile curling over his lips, and just for a second, you can’t tell if he’s drunk off weed or just drunk on you.

Probably both.

Then, as the line finally moves, he grins wider and lets his hand fall from your chest to slide back down, squeezing your ass again with a soft groan in your ear. “Fuck. I swear, you get thicker every week. Makin’ it hard to be good.”

“I’m about to smack you,” you mutter, cheeks burning as the guy at the register tries not to laugh.

Choso’s already pulling out his wallet with one hand, the other still glued to your waist like you’re his lifeline.

“Y’all got, like, six carnitas, extra lime? And a horchata for my girl,” he says without missing a beat. Then, without even looking at you, he adds, “She a lil’ mean when she’s hungry.”

You elbow him hard, but he just grins again, slips a kiss behind your ear.

“Still my favorite snack, though. Ain’t nothin’ on this menu better than you.”

And yeah—you roll your eyes again, but you still reach for his hand, because even when he’s high out of his damn mind, being groped in public, smelling like smoke and trouble—you’re kinda obsessed with him too.

✮⋆notes, the way im giggling while writing this is foul af. also... i've been missing for like three days

[sugarphoric]

Personal trainer!Toji who half the gym is scared of, so imagine their shock and awe when you’re asking him for tips and he actually smiles. 

Personal trainer!Toji who doesn’t dare touch you for too long- though his hands twitch like they’d like to. So when you’re taking his hands and putting them on you with a request for spotting, oh- he’s done for.

Personal trainer!Toji who sections off a part of the locker room just so he can pound you against the wall and be the only one to hear your pretty moans. Hell, he’ll even proudly count how many calories you lost from the “cardio.”