#Toji fushiguro drabble smut

[princessmyth]

— TOXIC EX TOJI FUSHIGURO

headcanons 𐙚⋆°.

cw: smashing and throwing during arguments, toxic rls, established rls, hate/make up sex, oral (r!receiving), daddy kink, lingerie, jealous toji, size kink, self indulgent + not proofread, saw an edit and wanted to jot it down

ᡣ𐭩 Toji and you are constantly on and off. It’s no surprise. He’s a deadbeat father with a gambling addiction and loves playing games with your head. He never swore you loyalty, but he expected it back. It was a rocky road and one you craved yet forced to deal with the side effects.

ᡣ𐭩 There was never a concrete pattern of who came back first after a break up. If Toji broke up with you, he’d usually be the first calling your phone for phone sex. And if you broke up with him, you’d be the first at his house crying for comfort. It was a cycle.

ᡣ𐭩 You always felt bad for Megumi since he was stuck in the middle of it all. He did love you, or at least cared for you. You were like a mother figure to him and he resented Toji whenever you were upset. He could hear your cries and arguments, he could hear stuff smashing and breaking.

ᡣ𐭩 You and Toji always argue about his job. He was constantly in danger and the perfect time to bring it up was after one of his missions. It just happened to be his exhaustion was at an all time high and you kept pushing his buttons. Toji would smash holes in walls, shout, and ultimately scare you into sobbing in a corner.

ᡣ𐭩 When he’s forced to confront his actions, Toji scoffs and wraps his big arms around you. “Don’t fuckin’ cry.” He spoke, a whisper with his lips flush against your ear. “Be a big girl, m’sorry.” Your nails dug into his bicep, crying till it went dry.

ᡣ𐭩 Toji loves hate sex. Make up sex. Whatever you want to call it. When you’re so pissed at him, just fighting the urge to slap him, his head dips low onto your cunt and devours you. He laps at your clit, fingers your needy entrance and curls his digits into your sweet spot. It has you a babbling mess just thanking him deliberately. “Thank you thank you, Toji, close—“

ᡣ𐭩 Toji gets ready for work far earlier than you wake up. He’s shuffling around the room while you lay under the covers nude. He can’t help but admire your form, your figure along with the docile expression painted on your features. Right before he leaves, he places a kiss on your forehead and tucks you in. “See ya’ babygirl.”

ᡣ𐭩 Toji who loves getting your calls at work, telling him how much you miss him. “It’s so lonely here,” You’d practically whimper into the speakerphone. “Even Meg’ misses you.” You’d huff and Toji could sense the deceit through your tone. “He definitely doesn’t, sweetheart I’ll be home soon, entertain yourself.” A little sigh would leave your lips before sending him that virtual kissy sound he cherishes.

ᡣ𐭩 Toxic Toji is a jealous man and he won’t be afraid to pick an argument over it. His yelling would resume after the long month of peace between you two. “What the fuck is wrong with you? That motherfucker was all over you!” You’d wince but still have the willpower to defend yourself. He was just a friend!

ᡣ𐭩 That same day, Toji will go to work angry and forget all about the handmade lunch you made for him. It upsets you so much you even cry. You know making it up to him was your best chance at getting his affection back! So before he got home, your pink lingerie draped over your frame and you waited in bed for your boyfriend.

ᡣ𐭩 “Why don’ you love me?” Your voice was sweet, above a seductive tone that had him already unbuckling his pants. “You’re an angel, doll.” He’d groan, throwing his trousers into some random corner. His hands were immediately creating bruises on your thigh. “Daddy, you were treating me like less than an angel this morning.” His breath would quicken at your chosen nickname. “I was upset. Sorry sweetheart.” His nose inhaled your scent, the enchanting smell.

ᡣ𐭩 His cock stretched you so good, it was so big compared to your hole. Yet your pussy was still sopping, gaping and clenching around his cock. “Good cunt, taking everything.” He’d heave out. “Ughnnn— yesyesyes,”

ᡣ𐭩 Toji watches you pack your shit when your having another tantrum. Like a kid that threatens to run away from home. Instead of telling you no, he simply wraps his arms around you and lick every inch of your neck. “Stupid, you’re not leaving, you don’t even want to.”

ᡣ𐭩 It’s become such a pattern, you purposefully misbehave to get him in your panties. “If you wanted your brains fucked out, coulda’ said that doll.”

© princessmyth | do not plagiarize or copy

[tojisteddy]

size kink but reader isn’t actually small. You’re small compared to him.

And it throws you off a little bit, because you know you’re about or above average in height. You have a little weight on you, and it all mixed together with that gorgeous face that makes the man swoon just from eyeing you up across the bar.

It’s maybe your first time dating a man who you really have to look up to. Hes tall, broad shoulders, a large chest and amazing muscles. He’s the type you can easily spot in a crowd, who will take your hand in his large one and lead you through the mess of a busy Sunday market. Loves looking down on you and rubbing at all your curves while hugging you from behind. He’ll whisper it while kissing along your neck.

“So fuckin small, so fuckin pretty.” He grumbles.

But you’re not small, but he makes you feel like it. Everytime he lifts you off your feet you get spooked because he sweeps you off your feel like you weight a crumb. How he towers over you when he flirts or reaches for something past you. His shirts actually going mid thigh and barely coving your ass. How he measures where his cock is gonna reach in your pudgy stomach—

you two play fight a lot because you swear you can take him on. He’s not that much taller than you. Do you end up getting bent in half, knees to your earlobes, like it’s nothing?

Every fucking time.

Everytime he has to break you in like you’re a born again virgin, his large fingers stretching out your dripping tight walls till he smacks his leaking mushroom tip against you, rubbing through your sloppy folds. He slowly ruts himself inside you, with the power of patience, till it feels like hes stuffed you full. It’s almost a disappearing act the way you take his thick veiny cock.

“ Hah- ‘s not all the way there Mama, come on baby, biiig stretch.”

And he fills you to the hilt, till he feels his balls smack against you, covering your body completely, his large weight pressing against you ever to perfectly. your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, letting out a pornographic moan. You clench around him making him his. He presses into your stomach with the bass of his fingers, riiiiight where he can feel his tip kissing your cervix and you cream around him from that alone, sobbing at how big he is, how much he stretches you out.

“That’s my fuckin girl, take my cock so well.”

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Simon, Toji, König, Sukuna, Joel, John, Gojo, Nanami

a/n: for the girls who are 5’8 and above✊🏾 Joel & John 6’2 propaganda? Well, yes!!

[nanamisweetgirl]

🜼 ⋆ toji fucking your thighs cause he thinks you’re not ready for his big cock — vigrin!reader.

your thighs are slick from how long he’s been rubbing his cock between them.

he’s not even inside you.

toji’s huge body hovers over yours, sweat clinging to the dips of his torso as he slowly rocks forward, his cock heavy and flushed, caught tight in the heat of your thighs. he’s fucking into the soft seam between them, not your pussy, not yet. but still grunting like it’s the tightest thing he’s ever felt.

“fuck, baby,” he groans, one hand braced beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to keep you pinned open. “feel that? how hard you’ve got me?”

you nod, trembling, lips bitten raw from how long you’ve been whining. it’s hot, humiliating, how soaked your cunt is and how it is untouched, and desperate because he’s been teasing you like this for minutes now, maybe longer. long enough that you’re crying.

he looks down at the mess of you, eyes dragging slowly from the flushed swell of your tits to the twitch of your thighs to the glossy, needy cunt just inches from his cock. he licks his teeth.

“you want it, huh?” his voice drops, all rough and sweet like he’s teasing a scared little thing. “want this cock inside that pretty pussy?”

“yes,” you whisper. “please.”

his mouth curves. but he doesn’t move to fuck you.

instead, he presses in deeper between your thighs, grinding against your slick skin. the fat head of his cock kisses the edge of your folds, then slides up again too big, too slow until you’re whining, hips lifting to chase him. toji presses you down with a growl.

“no, sweetheart. not yet, she’s not ready.”

you blink up at him, flushed and confused. “she?”

he hums, eyes locked on your cunt like it’s the most important thing in the world.

“your pussy,” he says simply. “she’s too sweet. look at her.” his fingers trace the puffy lips, the glistening slit just barely open from how turned on you are. “fuckin’ drooling for me, and i haven’t even stretched her yet.”

you feel heat crawl down your neck, your face. “toji—”

“you think she can take this?” he cuts in, grinding his cock between your thighs again. “baby, i’d ruin her.”

and god help you, the way he says it like it’s reverent. like it’s true. like he wants it more than anything, but he’s holding back because he knows you’re not ready. not yet.

“you think i wanna hurt her?” he murmurs, lowering his face until he’s speaking right above your cunt. “nah. she’s too fuckin’ perfect.”

he kisses the inside of your thigh, then glances up at you with a half-lidded smirk. “gonna get her ready, though. soft and slow. ‘til she’s beggin’ for it. beggin’ for me.”

and then he speaks to your pussy. like it’s a girl he’s seducing.

“yeah, you hear that? you’re not ready yet, sweetheart,” he rasps, sliding two thick fingers through your slick folds without pushing in. “but i’m gonna fix that. stretch you open real good. make sure you can take all of me. every inch.”

you whimper.

his voice lowers, throatier now. “bet you’ll be tight. bet you’ll suck me in and not let go. i’ll have to fight to pull out.”

his cock twitches between your thighs, and he ruts forward once, grunting.

you can’t even think, you can’t breathe and yet he leans in again, brushing a thumb just above your clit.

“not yet,” he repeats, breath hot. “but soon, baby. real soon.”

[camheaven]

٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- fratboy!toji loved to fuck you in his jersey. he just loved the way it covered your whole body- and how pulling it back accentuated your curves. but it was starting to become a problem!

you started wearing it around your dorm, around his frat, to class with nothing but shorts on underneath- it was just too much for him! n he couldn’t just be walking around hard 24/7- that made him look like a fucking pervert.

so he had to do something about it. quickly. and for some reason the only thing he could think of was fucking you in all those places- just so you’d remember how crazy it made him.

he’d drape you over the kitchen counter at your dorm, pounding relentlessly into your soaked cunt- over and over again- just muttering stupid shit like “you gotta stop wearing that fuckin jersey.” n “if i fuck you stupid, maybe you’ll fuckin listen-“

or when he’d fuck you on the couch at his frat- legs over his shoulders, one hand tightly around your neck, the other gripped onto your waist over the jersey. “not’ gonna wear it again right?” he’d groan, snapping his hips into you. “gonna’ remember who fuckin’ owns it now, yeah?”

oh and of course- don’t forget the study rooms on campus, you’d be sitting right on his dick, flipping through pages as he fucked himself deeply into you.

he’d push your head down slightly, trying to get you to arch your back. “ya can’t wear this shit around school,” he’d muffled against your shoulder, biting down as his hand flew to cover your mouth because of how loud you were whimpering. “gotta listen to me princess.. or im gonna keep fucking you everywhere.”

but obviously this wasn’t helping- because the whole reason you started wearing that stupid jersey was so he would fuck you everywhere. mission accomplished??

[classyrbf]

cheerleader!reader riding nerd!toji in the locker room afterschool. You’d basically be shunned by your team if they ever found out you were fucking a nerd, but you just couldn’t resist him. He wasn’t an ordinary, stereotypical type of nerd. He was the type who kept to himself, very nonchalant, and only conversed with a few people, but he also was very smart, not to mention muscular (he must hit the gym in his free time). It’d be a shame if he didn’t put those muscles to use. You’re a bit of a slut, practically slept with the entire football team and none of them had you whipped like Toji. His big hands, his thick cock, his muscular arms, they all just fit so perfectly in or on you.

Your skirt is hiked up, panties pushed to the side as you ride him on the bench, the loud sound of skin clapping echoing through the locker room. “Nnngh—fuck! Your cock feels so good!” You pant, slamming your hips down on his, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “I swear—ah! Don’t tell anyone about this! I’ll make your life hell!” You threaten through your moans, biting down on your lip.

“I…I won’t.” He shakes his head, running his hands over your inner thighs, eyes glued to the way your pussy sinks down onto his glistening cock. “Fuck…your pussy feels too good,” he rasps, his hands reaching up to grip your waist.

“Don’t you dare cum in me! Mmmph, I can feel you throbbing!” Your mouth is saying one thing but your mind is saying another. You’d absolutely love to see his cum dripping from your pussy, but you can’t take any chances. But your hips keep on moving and your pussy keeps on clenching down on him like a vice, milking his cock.

“Shit, shit! S-slow down!” He tries to halt your movements, but you slap his hand out the way. “Stop! You’re gonna make me fucking cum! Ah! Nnngh!” His eyes squeezed shut as you went faster, bouncing on his cock like a bitch in heat.

“I…I can’t…stop.” Your eyes glaze over, like your in a trance, your sloppy pussy squelching with each movement and before you know it toji dumps his hot load inside of you, the sheer feeling making you cum with him. “Oh my god! Yes!” You rock your hips back and forth, his cock massaging against your g-spot. Your body twitches above his for few moments, both of you catching your breath. “Keep your mouth shut about this.” You warn, slowly lifting your hips, his cum oozing out slowly. A soft whimper leaves your lips as you stand to your shaky feet, fixing your skirt. “Ugh now I need to get a plan b.”

“I told you to get off,” he plainly said. “Not my fault.”

[cumironi]

ARE YOU A GOOD GIRL? jjk men.

feat. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, sukuna, shiu, higuruma

sum. d!ck inside, gasp and moan filling the room. your boyfriend pays you a visit and one praise they have you cum just in a second, and what do they do? oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that’ they said.

warning. non-sorcerer! jjk men, established 23 you & 31 them, praise kink, petname(s), name-calling(s), overstimulated, dirty talk,

GOJO SATORU

your dorm room was dim, just the amber glow of your bedside lamp flickering against the walls and casting shadows that danced with the rhythm of your bodies. his shirt was tossed somewhere by your desk chair, your panties slung haphazardly over your open textbook—because of course gojo had bent you over your desk first, saying something like “might as well break in your study spot properly, baby.”

but now you were on the bed, flat on your back, his silver hair a messy halo as he hovered over you, hips grinding into yours at a slow, relentless pace. skin hot and sticky, your legs trembling around his waist, your breath coming out in ragged little gasps.

“look at you,” he rasped, sweat dripping down his temple as he dragged his cock out to the tip, just to slam it back in. “fuck, baby—you’re taking me so good.”

your nails clawed at his back. “s-satoru—!”

he groaned at the way your voice cracked, the way you clenched down on him so tight the second he said something nice. “mm? what was that? you like that? like being told how good you are for me?”

your walls fluttered around him. violently.

his eyes widened.

“oh my god,” he said, stilling completely inside you. “no fuckin’ way.”

you were already whining, shifting your hips to chase friction, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, staring at you like he just struck gold.

“you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” he whispered, breathless. “you’re gonna cum just from that.”

your face was burning. “shut up—”

but he didn’t. of course he didn’t. this was gojo.

“ohhh, no no, now i have to test it,” he grinned, the corner of his mouth twitching with mischief. “you like being praised, baby? does it make that pretty pussy all messy?”

you whimpered as his free hand slid down, thumb circling your clit in slow, teasing strokes.

“you’re doing so good for me. such a good girl—letting me fuck you like this, letting me ruin that smart little college brain. i know you’ve been working hard all week, haven’t you?”

your hips bucked hard.

“ah—there it is,” he laughed, almost mean. “my filthy little overachiever. studying all day just to get ruined by my cock at night.”

his strokes picked up. so did his words.

“so proud of you, baby. so proud of this body—these thighs, this tight little cunt that’s soaking for me. you’re just perfect. my perfect, obedient, desperate girl—”

your orgasm hit like a truck.

you cried out, back arching violently, legs locked around him as your whole body seized beneath him. your walls clamped around his cock so hard it knocked the air out of him, and for once, satoru gojo was left speechless.

“f-fuck—holy shit—”

he collapsed on top of you, still twitching inside, and laughed breathlessly against your neck. “you just came from that,” he murmured, grinning like he just won the lottery. “from me telling you how good you are.”

you were still trembling.

“i’m never shutting the fuck up again,” he whispered, kissing your jaw. “you’re so screwed, baby.”

and he meant that in every way possible.

GETO SUGURU

it was late—past midnight kind of late—and you’d just finished a soul-sucking group project that left you drained, grumpy, and snapping at anyone who looked at you sideways. which is why, when suguru showed up unannounced, you didn’t even question it. you just fell into his chest with a soft sigh, letting him carry you to the bed like he always did when you were too tired to move.

he kissed you like he missed you. slow and deep, tongue gliding past your lips like he had nowhere else to be. you didn’t even realize when he’d slipped your shirt off, or how your panties were already pushed to the side, or how the heat of his cock was nudging at your folds, thick and pulsing.

“tell me to stop,” he murmured against your lips.

you didn’t.

so he sank in slow, the stretch burning just right, your thighs wrapped tight around his waist, your fingers knotted in the strands of his hair still tied back lazily. he hissed through his teeth as he bottomed out.

“fuck, baby—you’re always so tight for me,” he groaned, his pace steady and firm, hips slapping into yours with a controlled rhythm. “even after all this time.”

you bit your lip, already feeling your body light up like a fuse had been lit in your spine. but you didn’t say anything. not yet.

he noticed it right away—how you squeezed around him the moment his voice dropped, all deep and sweet.

his brows lifted, that soft, wicked smile tugging at his lips.

“wait,” he said, rocking into you deeper. “you like that?”

you tried to look away.

“no, no—don’t hide,” he chuckled, catching your jaw and turning your face back to his. “you’re telling me you get off on a little praise?”

you shook your head. a clear lie.

“liar,” he murmured, leaning down to whisper against your lips. “you’re such a good girl for me. always so wet. always so eager to be filled up.”

you gasped—your body jolted—and your cunt squeezed around him so tight it dragged a curse from his throat.

“oh my god,” he laughed, unhinged now. “you’re fucking serious.”

he started fucking into you harder, deeper. his hand slid down your body, resting on your stomach, pressing there so he could feel how deep he was.

“i’m gonna ruin you with this,” he said, gaze dark with something close to awe. “just words, baby? just a few sweet nothings and you’re this close to cumming? fuck—look at you.”

you couldn’t hold back the noises anymore. every time he praised you—every filthy compliment, every soft ‘good girl’—your moans got louder, your legs shook harder, and your nails dug into his arms like you were holding on for dear life.

“such a perfect little thing,” he whispered, face buried in your neck. “taking me so well. doing so good, baby. you’re so beautiful like this—messy, fucked out, desperate.”

your body locked up.

he felt it, smirked, and gripped your hips tighter. “that’s it. cum for me. show me how much you love hearing how proud i am of you.”

and with a shattered whimper, you came. violently. full-body trembling, eyes rolling, breath stuttering as you soaked his cock.

he groaned into your mouth, slowing down just enough to ride you through it, kissing your lips softly like he hadn’t just broken you in half with his voice.

“mmm, my girl’s got the cutest kink,” he murmured, brushing your hair out of your face as you struggled to catch your breath. “you just gave me a fuckin’ god complex.”

you blinked up at him, dazed.

he grinned, leaned down, and whispered, “don’t worry. i’m gonna make you cum every single time i call you my good girl.”

and the worst part? you knew he would.

NANAMI KENTO

you didn’t expect him to show up at your dorm this late. he rarely came over without warning—he was punctual, predictable, always so polite about it. but tonight, something in his voice over the phone had made your stomach twist with anticipation. his “i’m coming over” had been low, firm, and left no room for argument.

so now you were here. back pressed against your desk, your shirt halfway open, your skirt bunched up around your waist, and nanami on his knees in front of you like a man starved. his tie was off, sleeves rolled up, glasses long forgotten on your nightstand, and you were struggling to breathe through the way his tongue moved over you—slow, devastating, focused.

“you’ve had a long week,” he murmured between licks, his voice thick with restraint. “thought i’d help you relax.”

your legs were already shaking, and you barely managed to stutter his name before he stood, towering over you, fingers ghosting over your trembling thighs. you could see it in his face—the slight pink in his cheeks, the tension in his jaw—that he was holding back.

and when he slid inside you?

oh god.

the stretch was perfect, deep, almost too much. you moaned openly, arms wrapping around his neck, eyes fluttering as he started thrusting into you slow and controlled, like he wanted to memorize the way your body reacted to each push.

and then—you clenched around him. tight.

the second he muttered, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart.”

he paused, eyes flicking up to your face. “...was that because of what i said?”

your mouth parted. you hesitated.

he stared for a beat, and then—something in him changed.

“interesting,” he breathed, voice suddenly darker. “so that’s what gets you dripping like this.”

he pulled out halfway, slammed back in, hard enough to knock a choked moan out of you.

“you want to be praised, is that it?” he murmured, brushing his knuckles along your jaw as he fucked you into the desk. “want me to tell you what a good girl you are?”

you whimpered.

he caught your face in his hand, made you look him in the eye. “you’re such a good girl for me. letting me have you like this. always so polite, so obedient—until i get you alone.”

you broke. you fucking broke.

your body went stiff, orgasm ripping through you before you could even warn him, clenching and throbbing so tight around his cock that his next groan sounded almost pained.

“fuck,” he muttered, hips stuttering. “you just came.”

you hid your face in his neck.

he didn’t stop.

he fucked you through it, whispering into your skin, “you did so well, darling. came so beautifully for me. i didn’t even have to touch you.”

and then, very softly: “what a filthy, perfect girl you are.”

you nearly sobbed.

he wrapped his arms around you, lifted you like you weighed nothing, and laid you on the bed—still inside you, still throbbing hard.

“don’t think we’re finished,” he said, sliding out slow, teasing, only to push back in and make you gasp. “not when i’ve just discovered how to ruin you.”

he kissed your forehead, lips soft and reverent.

“i’m going to praise you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”

and knowing him? he meant it.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

you knew what kind of night it was going to be the moment toji showed up at your door, leaning against the frame like he owned the place, shirt already unbuttoned halfway down and a smug glint in his eyes that said trouble. the man had no business looking that good at midnight.

"heard you’ve been stressin’ over your exams," he said, stepping inside without waiting. "figured i’d help you take the edge off."

“oh?” you quipped, cocky—until his hand gripped your throat lightly, tilting your head back just enough for his mouth to meet yours. and like always, he didn’t ease into it. his kiss was tongue and teeth and a little bite to your bottom lip that made your knees weak.

you didn’t even know when your panties came off. or when he bent you over your desk, your cheek pressed against open textbooks and crumpled lecture notes. all you felt was the heavy drag of his cock, thick and slow, sliding inside until you were full—so full you whimpered.

“fuck, always so tight,” he groaned, pressing his chest to your back. “like you’ve been waiting for me.”

he set a brutal rhythm, fucking into you like he was mad, like he missed you, like he needed this. every slap of skin echoed through the room, and your voice broke with every thrust. but then—

“such a good girl,” he muttered, not even thinking. just slipped out like it was instinct.

and your body snapped. you clenched around him hard, nearly choking on your moan.

he paused.

“…no fuckin’ way,” he breathed, pulling your hair to lift your head. “say that again.”

you stayed quiet. trembling.

he slammed back into you so hard your legs buckled.

“nah, princess. don’t hold out on me. you like that, huh? like bein’ called my good girl?”

you whined, breath hitching, face burning.

toji let out the filthiest, cockiest laugh. “holy shit,” he whispered, licking a stripe up the side of your neck. “you’re tellin’ me you cream the second i open my fuckin’ mouth? shit, baby—you’re so easy.”

his hand reached around, rubbing tight circles on your clit. “go ahead then,” he rasped. “cum on my cock. be my good fuckin’ girl.”

and just like that, you shattered.

you came so hard your thighs trembled, knees giving out under you. and toji? he just held you up, praised you through it, voice low and ragged in your ear.

“atta girl… so fuckin’ pretty when you cum. makin’ a mess on me already?”

he flipped you over like you weighed nothing, lifted your leg, and slid right back in.

“oh, we’re not done,” he grinned, breathless now, pupils blown wide. “you think i’m lettin’ this kink go to waste?”

you barely had the strength to answer, still shaking.

he leaned in, kissed you like he was mocking how ruined you looked. “you’re gonna cum for me again,” he promised. “and again. and again. until you’re cryin’ from bein’ called a good girl.”

and you knew—knew—he meant every word.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

it was late—quiet. the kind of silence that presses in on you thick and slow, where even the smallest sound feels amplified. sukuna’s apartment was dimly lit, just the soft, golden glow from the single lamp in the corner casting long shadows over the room.

you were straddling his lap, completely bare, thighs draped over his, your arms loose around his neck. his back rested against the couch, body warm beneath you, and his eyes—those deep, dark red eyes—never left your face. not even when your hips moved. not even when your breath hitched.

he had you seated right where he wanted you, hands gripping your waist, guiding your rhythm—slow, deep, unrelenting.

and you were a mess already.

“look at you,” he muttered, voice a low, amused rumble. “bouncin’ on my cock like you’re made for it.”

your breath stuttered, thighs twitching.

his fingers tightened on your waist just slightly. “you like that, huh? being told you’re good?”

you didn’t answer fast enough, but your body did—your eyes fluttering shut, hips stuttering, your moan nearly breaking apart in your throat.

and that was all he needed.

sukuna leaned in, mouth brushing your ear with a grin that you felt more than saw.

“ohhh. so that’s what this is.”

his tone dipped—taunting, smug. “my little girl gets off when i talk to her nice.”

you squirmed, half-mortified, half turned on beyond saving.

he tilted his head, watching your tits bounce with every needy rock of your hips. then he slipped a hand up, dragging his thumb lazily across your nipple, his other hand gripping your ass tight enough to bruise.

“you want me to keep tellin’ you how perfect you feel?” he whispered, suddenly more serious. his voice still laced with heat, but there was something darker behind it now. possessiveness. awe. “how tight this pussy is, how it sucks me in like it can’t breathe without me?”

your head dropped to his shoulder with a broken whimper.

“fuck—look at you.”

he let out a shaky breath, hips jerking up. “you’re gonna cum already, aren’t you? just from me talkin’?”

you nodded, desperate, babbling nonsense against his skin.

and then he said it—soft, low, raw:

“that’s my good girl.”

you shattered.

back arching, fingers clawing into his shoulders, your entire body went stiff before it trembled against his. you came so hard around him, so violently, it knocked the breath out of you—and sukuna just held you, smirking against your throat, murmuring filth between kisses.

“knew you were filthy for me.”

kiss.

“but this? fuck, baby. that’s dangerous.”

kiss.

“gonna use that mouth of mine to ruin you every night now.”

you didn’t doubt it for a second.

and from that night on, every time his voice dropped just a little, every time he muttered good girl into your ear—you remembered exactly how it felt to lose yourself right there on his lap, under the glow of that lonely little lamp, with praise melting off his tongue like sin.

SHIU KONG

it was supposed to be just a drive. just a night cruise with the windows down and your hand resting lazily on his thigh, music low and city lights flashing by. but shiu had always been the type to snap once something got under his skin—and you? dressed like that, soft thighs bare and eyes teasing him from the passenger seat?

you knew what you were doing.

that’s why you weren’t surprised when he suddenly pulled into some dark, quiet parking lot and killed the engine without a word.

his voice was low, rough when he spoke, hand gripping your chin as he leaned over.

“get in the back. now.”

you didn’t argue.

the car door slammed, and the moment you slid into the backseat, he followed—tall frame looming, heavy with intent. he didn’t give you time to process, to breathe—just pushed you down until your back hit the leather, and his mouth was already on your neck, hands everywhere.

“you always this bratty?” he growled against your skin. “or are you just desperate to get fucked like a little slut?”

your answer was a gasp, knees spreading on instinct. he chuckled low—one hand pushing up your skirt, the other unbuckling his belt in a way that felt both urgent and terrifyingly controlled. he wanted this, but he wanted to savor it.

his fingers slid between your legs, felt the mess there already.

“fuck—this wet already?” his brows twitched, head tilting. “just from me tellin’ you what to do?”

and then, a little slower:

“…do you like that?”

your breath caught in your throat.

“do you get off on being told you’re a good girl?” he murmured, right by your ear now, voice like hot velvet dragging across your spine. “is that what this is?”

you whimpered, body twitching, thighs tightening.

his grin was all sharp teeth and danger.

“well shit. that’s easy, sweetheart.”

he lined himself up, still fully clothed, only his zipper down, and pushed in with one long, slow stroke. you cried out—sensitive, overstimulated, and shiu loved it. he leaned over you, one hand gripping the seat above your head as he began thrusting, rough and deep, the car rocking with every snap of his hips.

“fuck, you feel good like this,” he panted, watching your eyes roll back. “so goddamn tight. takin’ me so well.”

then—he tried it.

soft, breathless, dangerous:

“good girl.”

your whole body clenched.

he stilled.

“…no way.”

he looked down at you, your chest heaving, face flushed, mouth open in a silent moan, your walls fluttering around him just from those two little words.

“you’re fuckin’ kidding,” he breathed, voice shaking. “you’re actually about to cum just from that?”

you nodded, whining—too far gone to be shy.

he groaned, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “oh, i’m gonna ruin you with that.”

and he did.

over and over, thrusting deep, whispering it like it was sacred.

“good girl.”

“such a perfect fuckin’ thing.”

“look at you, clenching around me so sweet just ‘cause i’m praising you.”

he made you cum so hard, you cried—shaking in the back of his car while the windows fogged and your voice echoed against the leather.

and after? when you were still trembling, body boneless under him?

he kissed your cheek, still inside you, and smirked against your skin.

“next time, i’m doing this with the windows down,” he whispered. “wanna see how many people can hear you fall apart when i tell you you’re mine.”

HIROMI HIGURUMA

the city outside was still alive—lights flickering against the windows, muffled car horns somewhere in the distance—but in his office, it was nothing but dim lamps, the soft creak of the floor beneath the blanket he laid out, and the sound of your breathless gasps echoing off his walls.

he was above you. hands planted firm on either side of your head, body stretched long and tense, every muscle in his arms flexing with control as he moved inside you—slow, deep strokes that made your whole body tremble beneath him.

his tie was still on, his shirt half-unbuttoned and sleeves rolled to his elbows. he looked down at you like he was trying to memorize every single twitch of your face, every broken sound you gave him.

“you’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice rough, reverent. “fuck—you feel incredible.”

and you whimpered.

he paused—just slightly—but his hips didn’t stop.

his brow furrowed, mouth parting as his eyes locked onto your expression.

“…was that it?” he asked softly, his pace slowing, hips dragging almost teasingly deep. “did that do it for you?”

your face was flushed, mouth open, eyes wide—betraying everything.

he let out a low breath of laughter, something between awe and amusement, and leaned down closer, his mouth brushing against your ear.

“oh, you like being told that. don’t you?”

your hands gripped his biceps, nails digging in.

“god, of course you do,” he whispered, hips thrusting again, more deliberate now. “you’re such a good girl for me. lying here, letting me fuck you slow—just like this. perfect.”

your whole body jerked, breath catching. and he felt it—your walls tightening, the tremble of your thighs pulling him in closer.

his voice dropped lower, rougher.

“gonna cum, sweetheart?”

you nodded helplessly.

he smirked—something lazy, dangerous—and dragged his hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing right where you needed them.

“do it. cum for me.”

then, slower—deeper—hot breath against your lips:

“be a good girl and cum for me.”

you broke.

your back arched off the floor, thighs shaking around his waist as your orgasm tore through you—so hard it hit like a wave, full-body and overwhelming. you cried out, clinging to him as your body clenched tight, trembling under his weight.

and higuruma—he didn’t stop. he kissed your temple, dragged his fingers along your cheek, whispered praises while you came undone beneath him.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, almost too tender for how deep he was still inside you. “so sweet. you always fall apart for me when i say it, don’t you?”

you nodded again, breathless, dizzy.

his lips curved into something between a smirk and a soft smile, brushing his mouth against your cheek as he pushed his hips in deep again.

“i’m never shutting up again, then,” he said, almost like a vow.

“you’re gonna cum from my voice alone by the time i’m done with you.”

and with the way your body responded—shaking, sensitive, already aching for more—you knew he meant it.

[sadisticslut666]

Too tight to fit

Synopsis: Your pussy’s just too fuckin’ tight.

cw: Explicit sexual content, rough sex, overstimulation, very tight pussy, degradation, horny Toji, Nanami, Gojo & Geto

Toji Fushiguro 

He smirked the second you whimpered, the blunt head of his cock refusing to push in all the way. “Tch. Knew this tight little cunt couldn’t handle me,” he drawled, forcing another inch and watching your eyes roll back. You tried to close your thighs and he only pried them wider, spitting on his cock and grinding in deeper. “C’mon baby, you can take it.” His pace turned brutal, splitting you open until you were crying against his chest, stuffed full whether your pussy could take it or not. 

Kento Nanami

Ever the gentleman until you’re under him, Nanami’s jaw tightens as he struggles to push all the way in. “You’re too damn tight,” he growls against your ear, sweat dripping down his temple as he forces himself deeper, inch by inch. “Relax, sweetheart. You’ll take every bit of me—don’t whine now, you started this.” His cock throbs, straining your walls, but he doesn’t stop until you’re full.

Satoru Gojo 

He’s all smug laughter, head tipped back while you writhe. “Fuck, baby—your pussy’s just too tight. What am I supposed to do, huh?” His grin widens when you whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Gojo—too much, it won’t—” you gasped, squirming as he stretched you around him. “Baby, it’s not my fault you’re so fuckin’ tiny,” he teased before he slammed in the rest of the way, swallowing your scream with a sloppy kiss. “Don’t worry, princess,” he cooed, hips already snapping hard. “By the time I’m done, this cunt’ll fit me perfectly.”

Suguru Geto 

He kissed your temple sweetly even as your nails dug into his back. “Shh… you’re fine. Just a little too tight for me, hm?” he whispered, rocking his hips forward until you cried out. His smile was soft, patient—but his cock was ruthless, thick and heavy as it bullied deeper. “That’s it, let me in… you’re squeezing me so good already.” You sobbed his name, but he only chuckled, brushing his lips over your ear. “Sweet girl,” he coos, big hands pinning your knees to your chest as he tries to force his cock into your soaked cunt. “Keep it up and I’ll never pull out.”

[sacred-treasure]

smut, 18+, mdni

nasty!toji who spits on your pussy while eating you out just to watch it slide down your puffy folds until it dips to your entrance. shoving his tongue inside your hole and fucking his saliva deeper inside, chuckling against you when he feels you clench around his hot tongue. “you like that, sweetheart?” words hot and thick against your sticky cunt.

toji gets impatient with not having an answer and pulls away just to spank your pussy. “asked you a question,” he barks in a sharp tone, catching your attention. you immediately squeal, voice breaking with a “y-yes! oh god, i love it, toji!” you can barely make out a muffled, “good girl” before he’s spreading your folds open wide, watching as you blossom pink and flushed for him before licking up your slit and sucking your clit directly into his mouth.

nasty!toji who lets his tongue wander when he’s going down on you, slipping inside your ass and feeling your pussy clench around his fingers that are still stuffing your cunt full. “quit squirmin’, mama,” he pulls his fingers out, coated in your slick, just to meanly slap your pussy twice before spreading your thighs further.

his tongue licking around your puckered hole, the one no one’s touched, “gonna let me be your first doll? want me to fill you up the way no man ever has?” his voice deep and rough, eyes flaring with something possessive, getting off on corrupting you.

nasty!toji who fucks you hard just to see you squirt on his chest. his thrusts are nothing short of cruel, swollen tip pushing against your abused g spot over and over again. you feel the pressure building, your thighs threatening to close from the intense feeling but toji won’t have it.

no, his calloused palms are shoving your legs apart and driving his hips even harder into the same spot. you try to warn him, voice wavering with each rough crash of his pelvis against your ass, but he only presses his hand down on your lower stomach, amplifying the sensation until you finally spray.

his chest is glistening from your gushing pussy and you feel a wave of embarrassment knowing you’re the direct cause for the sheen on his abs. before you can think too much about it, toji’s pulling out and diving face first into your cunt.

he licks at your folds, thumb rubbing harsh circles into your clit as your juices continue to flood his face despite you trying your hardest to make it stop. he runs his face back and forth across your silky skin and groans hoarsely, basking in your taste as he shoves his tongue inside your pussy.

“toji!! s’ too much—fuck!” you cry out, muscles giving out as you try to push his head away. he pulls his head back only to spit on your pussy, giving her two more rushed licks before sitting up on his knees once more, stroking his cock and fucking you right back in the same rhythm, a dirty combination of slick and squirt decorating the lower half of his face, coating his lips and that damn scar you love so much.

nasty!toji who fucks you in missionary just to watch you cry. the way he rams his cock into you is nothing short of mean, his eyes half lidded in lust and his fingers intertwined with your own as he holds them above your head. you’re rendered helpless, forced to take every rough thrust of his hips even when it’s too much. your cunt begins clenching around him too tight, the slight pain that the stretch of his fat cock gives you growing more intense with each relentless thrust.

you can’t even help the big tears welling up in your lash line or your bottom lip quivering as you begin to pout at him. “t-toji, it’s too deep. fuck, you’re too deep!” you begin to whine out, head turning back and forth against the plush pillow, body being run for all its worth and feeling the twitches throughout your frame in an unfamiliar pattern—you’re at your limit. and he’s still not through.

“just gotta make sure i get all of it, you know this, ma,” his nose is dragging along the column of your throat, his balls slapping wetly against your ass as he ensures every inch of his cock is snug inside your overstimulated pussy. your eyes shut and the tears begin to fall, your heels digging into the dip of his spine to pull him even deeper, body conflicting itself and somehow still begging for more.

“there she is, that’s—shit—that’s my good girl,” he praises once he feels you pulling him in even closer, head pulling back to look you in the eyes before flattening his tongue against your jaw, licking all the way up your cheek and savoring the salty taste of your tears.

“taste so sweet when you’re cryin’ for it. this poor little pussy can’t get enough even with all your whinin’,” his words are punctuated with a rumbly chuckle before he begins lapping at the opposite side of your face. his wet tongue moves slowly across your skin, the humiliation causing soft sobs to fall from your swollen lips but his hips never stop moving. his leaky tip rams against your cervix with each thrust while he presses a wet kiss to the corner of your eye. “so pretty when you cry, just makes me wanna fuck a baby into ‘ya.”

nasty!toji who can’t help himself from eating his own cum out of your pussy. he’d long since lost count of how many times he felt your cunt flutter around him, coming over and over from his insatiable desire to fuck you for all he’s worth. he didn’t give you time to recover after an orgasm, and if you’re honest, you can’t be sure you can tell the difference between one ending and the next one washing over your overstimulated body.

toji had inhumane stamina and sex happened to be one of the places it showcases the best. he can go for hours, never getting bored of your broken moans ringing through his ears or that frothy ring of your cum that coats the base of his dick. but when he does finally come, it doesn’t mean he’s anywhere close to being done with you.

nasty!toji fills you with so much of his cum that it can’t possibly all fit inside of your poor, abused pussy. it spills out even with him still driving his hips forward to push it deeper, making a mess of your thighs and his heavy balls as it overflows. toji simply doesn’t care and groans out in a raspy tone as he feels his orgasm last longer than normal, his cock somehow still filling you with more of his hot, sticky load.

when he eventually pulls out, he’s immediately dropping to his stomach and pushing the backs of your thighs towards your chest. you’ve never looked so messy before, he’s sure of it, as he licks up the thick stream of white pouring out of your sloppy folds. his eyes shut as he revels in the taste of your combined cum, bumping your clit with his nose while his tongue laps at your quivering entrance as he cleans up the mess he made of you.

[white-poppie]

𐙚 ‧₊˚ Thinking 'bout Older!Toji <33

Older!Toji who very clearly needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them because "he doesn't need it." So he's just squinting his eyes trying to read whatever is written on the newspaper.

Older!Toji who's your biggest hypeman; you'll find him whistling "damn mama" at anything you wear, sweatpants, large ugly t-shirts? He's hyping you up like you're wearing designer clothes, his hands constantly on your butt, smacking whenever he has a chance. And if you whine cutely, he'll just chuckle and do it again!

Older!Toji who just refuses to fight with you even if it's for valid reason. You'd be screaming at him, and he'll wait till you tire out and just look at you with a coy smirk and say, "You done, baby?" ugh, he's so annoying.

Older!Toji, who has this weird thing where he squishes your face and then leans down to kiss your puckered lips with an audible smooch.

Older!Toji who's super clingy in the morning (contrary to popular belief) and just sags half of his body weight on you, and you can barely move. " 'jus five more mins ma," he'd whisper in his hoary voice and you'd have no choice but to relent.

Older!Toji who doesn't have the energy he used to have in his younger years, so after particularly tiring days, he just wants to lay his head on your lap and have you run your fingers through his hair and he's out like a baby...except the fact his snores could wake up the entire neighbourhood.

Older!Toji who loves wearing the black compression shirt and grey sweatpants combo just to see you salivate over him. He pats his thighs and gestures for you to sit on his lap before burying his nose in your neck and pressing a kiss on your shoulder.

Older!Toji fell in love with you all over again when he let you shave his face after you insisted. He just looks up at you with his intense eyes, being so silent you can't even tell if you accidentally hurt him or something, and after you're done, he grabs your hand and whispers out, "I swear to god, I am gonna marry you again."

[seidoll]

toji fucking the attitude out of you 𖹭

your knees were sinking into the mattress, back arched, cheek pressed into the sheets. the air was thick with the sound of slick skin meeting skin, each sharp thrust forcing out a broken moan from your throat. "yeah? where’s that smart fuckin’ mouth now, huh? can’t talk with my cock splitting you open?" toji’s voice was a deep, mocking rumble behind you. one huge hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so your spine bowed, his hips still driving forward in punishing thrusts.

your eyes rolled back at the stretch, words slurring. "t-toji—aauugghh—s’too big—mmmnnghhh!!"

"too big?" he scoffed, his mouth curling into a dark grin. "you were runnin’ that mouth like a fuckin' brat earlier. now look at you—drooling all over my dick like the needy fucktoy you are."

his cock slammed into you so deep your toes curled, your breath catching on a sharp cry. you tried to steady yourself on trembling arms, but his other hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down into the mattress. "mmnhh—fuck—shit, ohmygoood! s-sorry—'m sorryy!!" you moaned, your voice breaking when he didn’t slow.

"listen to that sloppy little cunt," he groaned, looking down at where you were swallowing him to the base, every thrust wet and filthy. "you’re fuckin’ dripping all over me. you love it when i fuck you like this, huh? fuckin’ slut..."

you whimpered, thighs shaking, but he shoved two thick fingers between your lips. "suck ‘em like your cunt's suckin’ my cock, baby. get ‘em nice and wet so i can shove ‘em down your throat after i’m done ruining this pussy."

"mmphhh—" your muffled moans vibrated against him. "that’s it. keep drooling, princess. i want you sloppy everywhere," he muttered, leaning over you so his broad chest caged your back. "gonna pound this little cunt till you can’t even remember your own fuckin’ name." his pace turned brutal—deep, fast, and filthy—his heavy balls slapping against you with every drive of his hips. you felt your vision blur, your voice dissolving into helpless sounds.

"fuuuck," toji grinned, pulling his fingers from your mouth and giving your ass a mean slap that echoed through the room. "can’t stop squeezing my cock. shit, go dumb f'me, just how i like you." your cunt clenched around him at the words, making him groan low. "yeaah, that’s it.. milk my cock, baby. i’m gonna stuff you full and make sure it’s dripping outta you for days. you keep talkin’ like that to me, i’ll fuck you through sunrise." and from the way you sobbed his name, toji knew you’d take every second of it.

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[rawjutsu]

jjk men with an easily overstimulated reader <3

gojo satoru 

oh, he lives for it. you whimper once, and his pupils dilate like he just hit the jackpot. you twitch, squirm, try to close your legs—and he just laughs.

“aww, what’s wrong, babe? thought you said you could handle me.”

he pretends to slow down, to "be nice," but five seconds later his fingers are back, curved just right, tongue lapping at your clit like he’s starving, your thighs clamped around his head—and he's thriving.

and when you're overstimulated to the point of tears? he coos at you like it's the sweetest thing in the world.

“c’mon, one more. you can give me one more, right? be a good girl for me.”

literally feeds on the way your voice breaks mid-moan. will overstim you on purpose just to watch your hips jerk and your body betray you.

fushiguro toji 

toji. you poor thing. the overstimulation with him is so nasty in the best way because he is ruthless. doesn’t matter if you’re shaking, babbling, trying to crawl away—he’ll just pull you right back by the waist with one arm like:

“what’s the matter, baby? you were beggin’ for it five minutes ago.”

he gets this low growl in his throat when you clench around him from overstimulation, like you’re just too much. he's obsessed with your limit and loves finding ways to push past it. that smug smirk only grows when your eyes roll back and your legs are trembling too hard to keep you upright.

“you’re twitchin’ like a fuckin’ mess. that mean you’re close again? thought you were done cryin’.”

his favorite thing is when you go limp in his arms after like the fifth orgasm and he has to hold you up just to keep going. 

nanami kento 

oh, nanami is such a soft dom at first, like—he tries to take it slow. he’s respectful. he asks you what feels good, kisses your neck, lets you ride the high of your first orgasm and praises you so gently...

but then he sees how sensitive you are and it awakens something feral in him. that neat composure starts to crack.

“you’re shaking already, sweetheart? just from my fingers?”

the glasses are off. his tie is undone. he’s got your legs over his shoulders and he’s watching you fall apart, murmuring praise through gritted teeth.

“you can take another. you’re doing so well. so sensitive for me.”

if you’re crying or begging, his tone turns into that firm voice:

“no, don’t shy away now. i want to see all of you.”

bonus: he’ll eat you out through the overstimulation while holding your thighs apart with a death grip.

geto suguru

suguru is the sweet sadist. he’ll talk you through it like he’s teaching a class. you say you’re sensitive? oh baby, you just unlocked his favorite game.

“already? you’re overstimulated already? hm… maybe i need to train that sweet body of yours.”

he's calm, in the most terrifying way. he holds you down gently but firmly, with that honey-smooth voice whispering how pretty you look trembling under him. he's always testing you.

“does this feel too good? or is it just enough to break you?”

overstimulation via toys + his fingers = his favorite combo. he loves seeing your body betray you, even when you’re sobbing and shaking, and his lips are at your ear murmuring,

“there it is. that’s it. just let go, baby. cum again for me.”

will overstim you until you pass out with a smile on his face.

ryomen sukuna 

overstimulating you isn’t even about your pleasure to him at first. it’s about dominance. it's about owning every twitch, every hiccupped gasp, every soaked inch of your overstimmed, ruined body.

he loves when you beg for a break because that’s when he knows he’s winning.

“begging? you think i care if you’re tired, little thing? you’ll take what i give you.”

imagine four hands keeping you pinned. two gripping your wrists above your head. the other two… one on your throat, one between your legs, rubbing your clit even while his cock is still buried inside you, relentless.

you’re squirming, crying, mind blank from cumming too many times and he just laughs.

“look at you. can’t even speak. just a drooling mess and i’ve barely started.”

he feeds on overstimulation. you arch away from him? he pulls you closer. your legs try to close? he forces them open.

“your body’s so honest, pet. you say ‘stop’ but your cunt’s begging for more.”

he’s the type to dare you to pass out— and when you do? he’ll wake you back up with another orgasm.

[una-vaquera]

So Good I'm Gonna Drink Her Up

It's always reader getting flustered and sore after sex, but what about the men? 18+/MDNI

Imagine older!husband!Toji limping around after the two of you spent practically the whole night fucking. He was so embarrassed to admit that your sex drive is almost higher than his was when he was in his prime. And he's even more embarrassed to admit that his limping is not from him aging, but from his legs falling asleep while you rode him for what felt like hours. He's up earlier this morning trying to fix himself some tea, when you poke your head around the corner. And you swear that you saw his face turn a shade darker and his pupils dilate. "You don't want to go another round, do you?" He asks like a defeated man, like if he has another orgasm he might pass away. All you do is giggle at his question and take a seat at the kitchen counter, watching his every move. From your seat, you can see the red tint of his ears and the love bites you left scattered over his neck. His movements are stiff and careful. He pours the water into his mug, and opens the cabinet to find the green tea. You already know that your husband gets nervous around you, but you like teasing him. So you get up from you seat after he puts the tea bag into the mug. Circling slowly around the counter until you stand directly behind Toji. You wrap your arms around his waist and he stops moving. A second passes, then another. Then your hand starts moving lower, past his waist and hips till they are both hovering on his hard-on, squeezing it through his joggers. "Aww, all this for me, Jiji." He nods slowly with a slight whimper, not trusting his words. "You want me to help you relieve some more stress?" And this time he answers with an airy, yes. And just as as nervous he is around you, he can't help but get so turned on when you lead him.

Or

Salaryman!husband!Nanami who often gets asked by his co-workers if he's ok when they see the light bruises hickeys on his neck. Who once had an elderly lady offer her seat on the subway back home to him.All this because he's constantly holding his lower back. Now any other person would assume his age and tiresome job has caused his "deteriorating" condition, when in reality, it was the positions you keep putting him in. And today when he came home, you're already out of your work clothes and on the couch in one of his old t-shirts. He tries to walk past without you noticing. He would have closed the front door much quieter if he knew you would be sitting so close to it. He really does try, but like a 6th sense you shift your head catching him walking slowly behind you on his tiptoes. "And where are you sneaking off to Kenny?" His shoulders drop and he brings his hand up to rub between his eyebrows "I'm just a little sore from last night." He flashes a sheepish smile and if you hadn't been together for so long, you would have thought he was going to cry. "Was I too rough with you? I'm sorry Ken. Why don't you let me make it up to you?" His stomach flips & you get up from the couch, walking over, and coming face to face with him. "I was too harsh with my precious husband, wasn't I?" He doesn't know why he can't say no to you, even though he knows he'll end up in the same predicament tomorrow, limping on the subway and being offered the priority seat from a far too kind person who really needs it. But your words are like butter and today's shift was shit. So coming home to you, offering to make it up to him, even though he knows your previous statement was the farthest thing from the truth, he still accepts. "Fine. But nothing crazy tonight. OK?" Of course you'll nod in agreement, but some promises are meant to be broken. And Nanami thinks so too.~

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[nanamisweetgirl]

ᓚᘏ𑄝 ⦂ best friends dad!toji fucking you nice n slow for the first time — virgin!reader

tw: deflowering, my inbox got flooded with dilf toji y’all

the air between you is warm and heavy, thick like the silence before a thunderstorm. you’re bare beneath him, thighs trembling open, heart knocking against your ribs like it’s begging for release. toji hovers—solid, massive, composed—but there’s a tremble in the way he breathes out through his nose. restraint. barely-there. like a lion about to sink his teeth into soft, willing flesh.

toji’s hands cradle your hips like you’re something breakable, but his eyes… his eyes aren’t gentle. they’re starved, and behind all that hunger, there’s something you can’t quite name. something close to reverence.

his voice was deep, low and unhurried when he spoke. “you sure about this?” to you.

you nod, already drunk off the tension, already arching toward him like gravity’s working harder than usual. “yes. i want you.”

and that’s all it takes.

he leans in, one hand braced beside your head while the other strokes his thick length, guiding it slowly, almost teasingly, between your legs. when the head of his cock brushes your opening, your breath catches. he’s warm. big. too big.

but he kisses you before the panic sets in.

mouth plush and slow, lips melting into yours like he’s trying to give you something to hold on to. his tongue nudges gently past your lips, coaxing you open while his cock nudges deeper, just an inch. then another. then he pauses, waiting.

he’s barely halfway in.

you gasp against his mouth, breaking the kiss, your brows pinched tight. there’s pressure, thick and full and stretching and it burns. your legs twitch, instinctively trying to close, to retreat from the ache clawing up your spine.

but toji’s quicker.

his hand lifts from the bed to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek just as your gaze flicks downward, trying to see where you’re joined. you want to understand the feeling, to know why it feels like this.

but he catches you. shakes his head gently, firmly, thumb still stroking your cheek. “no, no, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a dark, velvety hush. “don’t look. look at me.”

you swallow hard, eyes flicking up to his. they’re molten now, burning with something unspoken, something tender and terrifying. “breathe for me,” he whispers. “you’re doing so good.”

you try. inhale, exhale, trembling through it. he kisses you again, softer this time, like he’s rewarding you—then moves his hips. slowly, deliberately. deeper.

the stretch worsens. pleasure tangled tight with pain. your hands fly up to his shoulders, fingers gripping, nails pressing crescents into skin as your body tries to decide what it feels.

and still, he’s not all the way in.

“relax, baby,” he says, low and breathy, forehead pressed to yours. “relax. let me in.”

you nod, even though you can’t. every nerve in your body is on fire. your thighs are quivering. your eyes water. and still, you nod because it’s him. because it’s toji. and somewhere, beneath the pain, you want this. all of it.

then he bottoms out.

it’s too much. too deep. the pain blooms bright and sharp and hot, and your head turns to the side, cheek pressed to the pillow as tears slip from your lashes. you barely even feel them but he does.

toji’s thumb is there instantly, catching your tear before it slides too far. and when another falls, quiet, unannounced, he catches that one too.

“shh,” he whispers, voice barely more than breath. “i got you.”

he doesn’t move. doesn’t thrust. just stays there, buried deep, stretching you full while his hands roam gently over your sides and your waist, grounding you in sensation. his thumbs circle your hips like he’s soothing a wild animal.

or maybe it’s himself.

you feel his body shaking above you, just a little. holding back. he’s sweating, biting down hard on control like it’s something fragile.

“you’re okay,” he says again, firmer this time. and maybe it’s the way he says it, like he’s praying, like he’s sure you’ll break but begging you not to and that makes the pain soften just a little. or maybe it’s just his presence, the weight of him over you, inside you, everywhere.

you whimper, and his hand finds yours, threading your fingers together, squeezing. “you’re perfect like this,” he rasps. “fuck—you feel perfect.”

you exhale, finally. the burn dulls to a slow, steady throb. the pain shifts. your hips roll, ever so slightly, and the friction sparks something else. something sharp and electric and new.

his eyes snap down to your face.

“again?” he asks, voice rough. “can i move?”

and when you nod, breath hitching, he kisses you again, not to distract this time, but to claim.

and then he begins to fuck you.

he begins slow, like he’s savoring you.

his hips roll back, just enough to pull from the tight, fluttering clutch of your walls then he presses in again, careful, controlled. the stretch returns, and so does the ache, but it’s duller now, swallowed by something wetter, stickier, headier. your body clenches around him on instinct, pulsing tight, as if it’s trying to pull him back in before he can leave again.

he groans. deep in his throat, like he’s been holding it in for years.

“fuck,” he mutters, dragging his mouth along the shell of your ear, breath hot. “you’re squeezing me, baby. so tight… so fucking good.”

your body trembles underneath him, every nerve raw and alive. you’ve never felt anything like this. so full. he’s in your ribs, your stomach, your lungs. it feels impossible, and yet here he is, thick and throbbing and buried to the hilt, grinding his hips just enough to remind you he’s not going anywhere.

his voice drops, velvet-warm, eyes locked to the little crease between your brows. “breathe again. just like that. you’re taking me so well.”

you exhale, shaking. and when you inhale again, you do it on a moan.

he smiles. it’s small, crooked, proud. “that’s my girl.”

you melt into it, into him. into the slow, rhythmic drag of his cock along your sensitive walls. the dull burn of being stretched is still there, but it’s wrapped in something else now—something that makes your toes curl, your back arch, your thighs twitch around his hips.

he fucks you like he’s never in a rush.

no jackhammering, no frenzied thrusts, just deep, measured strokes. the kind that grind against your sweet spot, over and over, until your belly starts to tighten. he rocks into you like he’s fucking your soul, like this is more than just your body, more than just the first time.

like it’s his first time, too.

“there she is,” he murmurs, hips pressing deeper, thicker, right up against the deepest part of you. “you feel that?”

you nod, tears pricking again, but not from pain this time. from being overwhelmed. from the way he looks at you like you’re the only girl in the world.

he slows. stills.

you’re about to whimper when his hand slides down, fingers brushing between your thighs, slick with how wet you’ve become. he groans at the feel of it, two fingers circling your clit gently, coaxing you open in more ways than one.

“gonna make you come,” he says softly, like a promise. “gonna make you fall apart while i’m still inside you.”

the pace returns—just a little faster now. the friction is unbearable, thick and wet and noisy between your thighs. every time he pushes back in, it feels like your lungs lose air, like your heart skips, like your body doesn’t know how to handle the way he fits.

your walls flutter.

“that’s it,” he breathes. “you’re close, aren’t you? i can feel it.”

you nod again, too far gone to speak. your legs locking around his waist, trying to hold him there, trying to keep him inside. your nails dig into his shoulders. you don’t even realize you’re crying again until he licks a tear off your cheek.

“it’s okay,” he whispers. “let go. let it happen.”

his thumb stays pressed to your clit, stroking soft and sure. his cock grinds into you with every thrust, and that coil in your belly finally snaps—tight and hot and blinding. your orgasm hits like a wave, loud and body-shaking, mouth falling open on a broken cry as your body clamps down hard around him.

“shit—” he hisses, jaw flexing, hips rutting harder.

he chases the heat of your climax, the way you pulse and shake and cry beneath him. and then he comes, deep inside you, cock twitching, warmth flooding as his breath stutters out into your neck.

he groans your name, desperately slow.

and then silence.

the kind that makes the world feel still. the kind that makes your heartbeat echo in your ears.

he doesn’t pull out. doesn’t move. just lowers his weight onto you gently, arms curled under your head like a pillow, lips pressing a kiss to your temple. you’re both sticky and sweaty and trembling, still joined, still breathing hard, still blinking through the haze.

you don’t say anything, you just hold him.

and he holds you back.

[vvvchu]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Didn’t Want a Family… But I’ll Fuck One Into You Again.

(Toji’s not soft about your pregnancy. Not at all.)

Toji didn’t want you pregnant.

He never said it.

But you could tell—

The first few weeks? He barely touched you. He was restless. Distant. Hated how vulnerable you looked. Hated the idea of family sprouting from his cock.

Until your belly popped.

And then?

Something snapped.

Now he fucks you like you’re a feast.

Bent over the mattress, belly cradled in a pillow, ass up, tits leaking and bouncing while Toji rails you like it’s a punishment.

“Look at this body,” he growls, pressing a palm to your stomach. “S’not right how good you look like this.”

“You’re ruined. Full of my fuckin’ kid and still tight around me—God, you’re disgusting.”

You moan. You drool. You try to run—he grabs your hips and slams you back down on him.

“Nah. You wanted this. Gotta finish what I started.”

He stares at your belly while he’s inside you.

Sometimes presses on it. Just to feel how deep he is.

Rubs your swollen bump and talks to it.

But not sweetly. Not like a dad.

Like a man taunting his own addiction.

“You feel that, kid? That’s your old man rearranging your damn house.”

You slap his shoulder.

He smirks.

“What? Can’t lie. You love this too.”

And you do.

Because he fucks you until your legs don’t work.

Until your tits are dripping. Until you’re crying and babbling please, please, Toji—too much— and he still doesn’t stop.

He eats your pussy like it’s soaked in sin.

Worships it. Tongue buried deep, one palm under your belly to hold it up like it’s holy, the other around your thigh like you might float away.

“Tastes sweeter when you’re knocked up,” he mutters, mouth wet, voice dark.

He growls when your thighs shake.

“Fuck. You clench more now. You wanna be bred again, don’t you?”

You whine.

He laughs.

“Oh, I know you do. You’re perfect like this. Dumb little bitch with my baby in her and still beggin’ for more.”

When you’re lying in bed—bare, swollen, sleepy—he fucks you then too.

Doesn’t ask. Just pulls your legs apart and slides in slow.

One hand on your throat.

One hand on your belly.

“You made this,” he whispers against your ear.

“I made you like this. You think I’m ever lettin’ you go?”

And when you try to tell him to take it easy?

He slaps your ass. Growls in your ear.

“Too late to take it easy now, mama.”

“You’re already carrying my kid. Might as well carry my cum, too.”

You can’t even argue. You’re moaning too hard.

And he loves it.

[classyrbf]

you never realized toji had a thing for feet until he randomly complimented your toes one day after you had painted them. You were just bored and in need of a little self care day, giving yourself an at home manicure and pedicure. You thought nothing of it, saying thank you and going on about your day. Though, he kept staring at your feet, stealing glances when you would sit next to him on the couch, always looking down if you were wearing sandals or were barefoot. Not to mention the random foot rubs he’d give you. At this point it was hard not to say something.

“Babe, do you have a foot fetish?” You calmly ask while chopping up some fruit.

“Eh? The hell are you on about? I don’t have no damn foot fetish,” he grumbled, mumbling to himself as he walked away, an obvious pout on his face.

All you could do was laugh because you knew he was lying. If it wasn’t a full on foot fetish, he still had a thing for your feet either way. Oh, but the truth was certainly revealed a couple of hours later. A truth he could no longer deny the moment he slipped one of your toes in his mouth while he fucked you.

The sensation felt foreign, but good. You were sure if anyone else were to do this you’d kick them in their jaw, but seeing your man suck and kissing on your feet did something to you that you couldn’t quite put into words.

After sex, you teased him relentlessly. “So, you do like feet, you little freak!”

“Shut the hell up.” He turned over, sighing deeply.

“Ha! You can’t deny it now, you were licking, kissing, sucking—”

“Alright, alright! But it’s only your feet. I don’t know they just…look pretty? I just wanted to try it.” He rolled his eyes.

“And did you enjoy it?” You climbed on top of him, forcing him to look at your curious smile. “Sure seemed like you did.”

“Yes…,” he mumbled. You loudly laughed in his face, covering your mouth as you tried to catch your breath. “You’re a pain in the ass.” He shrugged you off of him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you gasp. “I mean…it was kinda hot, though.”

“Who’s the freak now!” He sat up, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Oh, no, don’t turn this around on me!” You pointed at him. “Next thing I know, you’re gonna ask me for a foot job!” The room got silent and Toji pursed his lips together, almost like he slipped away in thought. “Stop imagining it!” You pushed his head into the pillow.

“You’re the one who said it!”

[flowerynendez]

Your back was arched like a cat, your chest pressed against the door, your pretty and expensive dress was pulled up and your panties discarded.

His big hand was covering your mouth, preventing you from moaning while he pounds his cock inside of your pussy, his other hand grabbing your waist with such force that it made you let out a pained whine against his hand.

Your cunt was drooling and a puddle slowly grew on the floor.

Both of you were in the bathroom because he couldn't wait till get home after your pathetic teasing in front of his friends at the restaurant. It wasn't even necessary to prepare you for his massive cock, you were already soaking the chair while just staring at him, your hand rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, teasing him. You put some excuses before standing up, walking towards the restroom, his heavy footsteps following behind.

Until here you are, being fucked by your "best friend", trying not to moan loud while he pushes his throbbing cock deep inside of you, kissing your cervix multiple times until you're a trembling mess in his arms.

You came messily around his girth, trying to push him away when he keeps fucking you and you start feeling overstimulated. He comes inside of you, bumping his hot and thick sperm in your pussy, filling your guts up.

He slowly slides out, stuffing his hand in his pocket and pulling out a pretty and shiny plug. Then, he slowly pushes it into your swollen and fucked cunny, not wasting a single drop of his semen inside of you.

Minutes later, you're both back with your friends, your legs were trembling and you tried to fix your messy makeup and hair.

You both kept chatting like nothing happened, with your pussy stuffed with his cum.

I'll just let you know that you'll have the best punishment when you both get home.

And, of course, the next day you couldn't even stand up.