#Toji smut

[kitteninabunker]

meanboyfriend!toji fucking his innocent virgin girlfriend :3

your ruffled lace socks are on either side of his head as he rolls his hips against your plush ass, thick cock stretching you past your limits. he looks down at your soft belly, eyes gleaming with amusement as he watches the way his cock bulges through it. "am i too big for ya' baby?" he coos, there's so much mock softness in his voice it’s almost sickening, stroking your cheek with the back of his hand like he actually gives a damn. "i can see myself inside of ya'."

a choked whimper is all you can manage to respond with, your fingers dig into his muscular arms as he leans over you to steady himself on top of you, caging you in beneath his heavy body. you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel his fat cock sinking itself deeper from the new position, splitting you open and it burns. the stretch forces a high, broken whine from your throat, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.

clinging to his strong arms, your eyes flick nervously to the plushies lined up on your shelf—those innocent little stuffed animals with their glossy plastic eyes all pointed your way. they’re watching.

it makes your face burn hotter.

toji notices. of course he does.

“what is it, princess?” he teases, slowing his thrusts just enough to draw your attention back to the deep ache between your legs. “your little friends seein’ you get fucked for the first time?”

you squeeze your eyes shut, hiding your face in his arm. “d-don’t look at them…” you mumble, humiliated.

he laughs, a low, breathy sound, and leans down to press a kiss to your temple. “you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

then he shifts, hips snapping forward, forcing another whine from your throat as your gummy walls flutter around him, trying and failing to accommodate all of him.

toji clicks his tongue, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your damp forehead. "does it hurt, baby?"

"n-no... keep going." you huff softly, biting your lip.

you're a mess beneath him, cheeks flushed, sweat sheening your skin, hair sticking to your forehead in damp strands. your lips are kiss-swollen, puffy from the way he's been biting at them. your tits bounce with every sharp thrust, every punishing grind of his hips, pulling ragged cries from your throat.

he knew it was your first time, and he'd actually debated wether he'd be sweet to you, do that cheesy romantic shit he hated, whisper pretty words and take it slow—play the role of the perfect boyfriend only for tonight. or if he should fuck you hard, that would he fuck you so good, so deep, until then only word you could babble was his name. now that he's inside of you, it's starting to feel like a mix of both.

grunting, he hooks his arm under your back and lifts you off of your bed, hugging you against his chest tightly as if you weigh nothing. your arms wrap around his neck, legs locking tight around his waist as he keeps bulling his cock into you, hitting your cervix so hard you swear he's gonna break you.

his breath his hot against your face as he inhales your sweet perfume sharply, furrowing his brows as he keeps fucking you until you start going limp in his arms.

“i’ll love you forever, you hear me?” his voice is rough, almost strained.

a weak, breathless “yeah.” is all you can say.

but toji smirks, knowing you'll remember this for the rest of your life.

[holeforzenin]

Toji’s behind you again. He always is for some reason. One second you’re grabbing something from the top shelf, the next you feel his big hands on your waist, his hips flush against your ass like he owns you or something.

“Still walking around in those little shorts, huh?” he mutters, dragging his fingers down your sides. His voice is low, rough and practically dripping with want. “Y’know, what that does to me, baby”

You gasp when he rocks into you— slowly but roughly. You can feel how hard his cock is through his sweatpants. His hands are already slipping under your shirt and he’s mouthing along your neck now, all needy and fucking shameless.

“Five minutes,” he breathes warm against your skin. “Just lemme bend you over real quick— right here”.

You’re about to respond— half breathless and laughing because of how needy he is when a door creaks open down the hall.

“Dad, have you seen—”.

Megumi’s voice cuts through the kitchen. Silence.

Toji’s hands freeze on your waist. You freeze too, staring wide-eyed at the floor, blood rushing to your cheeks.

Megumi stands there, holding an empty water bottle, staring like he just walked into the worst possible timeline. His expression is absolutely horrified like he’s seen a ghost.

“Dude. Seriously?” he groans, immediately rolling his eyes and turning around. “In the kitchen?”.

Toji doesn’t miss a beat. One hand casually drops from your waist, and the other scratches the back of his neck, completely unbothered.

“What? You knocked?”

“I live here!”

“Then get used to seeing a man in love,” Toji shrugs, already leaning back into you like nothing happened.

You try to wriggle away, completely mortified, but Toji just pulls you in tighter, grinning against your cheek.

“He’ll get over it”.

[13curses]

𐔌 cw fauxcest, daddy kink. mdni.

father figure!toji was no stranger to you calling him daddy during sex, or well, more or less during domestic encounters.

but dropping dad, though? they are synonyms in general discussion alright, but context-wise…

“oh fuck, dad, right there!”

he’d be caught off guard, because - were you lisping? maybe you’d bitten down your words in the heat of an obscene moan?

you’d babble out apologies as toji would pause. the literatim difference is huge. “hic–‘m sorry daddy, i meant-hah-”

“oh but we both know what y’meant, doll.” he grumbles in response, and you wish you could hide, but what’s trapping you between these four walls is toji’s deltoid body caging you beneath.

your pupils blow wide open, their starry gleam reflecting the hulking man that’s been taking care of you for so long, managing to corrupt you in the process.

toji readjusting himself is a dizzying movement, your smaller frame rocking left-n-right felt like he’s about to withdraw himself - it’s a split second, though, because he’s drilling his cock right back into your drenched cunt. the amplitude almost feels sinister. you bring your hands to your face, one to cover your dirty mouth, the other to hold your head like a damsel in distress. like you didn’t enjoy every second of it. oh, you.

you splatter no, no, nos because apologies take too many vowels to form while your velvety walls are being fucked so deliciously by a heavy cock leaking too much cum for it to be called pre.

toji collects both your wrists with one calloused hand, pressing them against your heaving chest that’s trying to buffer your rapid heartbeat. “hah. go wit’ it then, sweetheart. let your dad make y’feel so good.”

grunting, he clutches the headboard to tower over you, thick, flexed thighs knocking yours upwards so he can shift closer. your lips go agape, eyebrows enlacing in worry. your cunt wrings toji’s shaft, begging him to dive deeper. doing exactly that, he spurs you on to continue calling out his name. “tojiii—”

no, not that. “uh-uh, kiddo,” he opposes, panting in the middle of a hip-slam. your bent legs hang loosely, and toji’s close to wearing one of them as an accessory on his shoulder.

as he fucks into you, eyes boring into yours with dark appetite, your leg falls right into place, heel digging into his upper back. his thick arm wraps around your thigh, bringing his hand to your erect nub to fog your mind. that, and his plap plap plaping wet thrusts got your sight yoyoing, and it doesn’t take long ‘til you cry out,

“dad, dad, dad! fuck, fuck, fuck!”

your voice is so sweet, you sound regretful until you suddenly don’t, and the acceptance goes riiight into your pulsating pussy splashing pearls of arousal.

“fuck—good, good fuckin’ kid.”

it all goes right into toji’s ego, too, and he’s bullying into your cervix, caked ropes of seed claiming you, webbing the much needed towel below you. moans after moans leave the two of you, thriving on the forbidden title.

“you are so messed up, little one.”

sure, you are, but he is enabling you. dad knows you best, right?

[garden0fyves]

your older boyfriend!toji fucking you raw for the first time and all he can imagine is cumming inside of you. stuffing you full because he knows those college boys have never fucked you right, you need a real man to stuff you full. it wasn’t enough that you’d told him how big he was, he needs to know he’s giving you a new experience. even if you’ve also told him you’ve never cum from penetration. though, he knows he has that covered when you squirt all over him as he rams into you.

[oreo-creampies]

“𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠”

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: light size kink, mating press, big cocks, daddy/princess/sweetheart/mama etc...., fingering, teasing, hints mirror sex, man handling, light pain kink (with toji), light just the tip, squirting, riding suguru’s face, overstimulation, hints at creampie, incubus!sukuna, witch!reader (sukuna's only), monster fucking, double dick, fingering both holes, sukuna cums on you, sukuna's hand mouth and stomach mouth, dacryphilia, mocking, light pain kink (Sukuna’s only), double penetration (anal and cunt), sweet soft choso, reassuring and checking in if your ok, riding, choso has a dick piercing, size kink, daddy/beautiful/little witch, praise

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: can I come up with my own? “It's too big” anyone?

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re moaning loudly with your soaking wet cunt squelching from Satoru’s thick, long fingers. He is reducing you into a trembling mess. Your cunt is dripping despite only getting his tongue and fingers.

Satoru pushes his underwear down to kick it to the side. His long cock stands up, eager for attention. Your soaking wet cunt clenches, yearning for something bigger than you think she can handle.

You proclaim, "You're too big! It won't! Can it?" You’re unable to look away from Satoru's beautiful, veiny cock. His pale pink head slightly droops, too long to fully stand straight. How many inches could fit inside of you before you’re too full?

Satoru’s glossy lips pull into a cocky smirk, "It won't, can it?” He pulls his fingers out to spit in his pale. Satoru smears the mix of your slick and spit on his cock. Sliding his fist down his cock his pale pink cock head peaks out from the middle of his fist.

He croons, “I think your little sloppy cunt is perfect for my long cock.” Satoru’s thickness alone is perfect. Not too thick but still giving you that lip-biting pleasurable tingle when your needy cunt stretches to take him.

Swiping his head between your plush lips. “I want to see your beautiful pussy take every last inch.” Slipping his blindfold off, watching his pale pink head spread your hole apart. His groans as the soft ridged line of his head slips inside your pretty cunt.

You give a whimpering plea, “Saatorruuuunnn! Nnnn!” He pins your legs in a mating press, leaving your cunt vulnerable to his relentless teasing. Gliding his half your cock head out, your soft lips wrapping around him look so damn beautiful.

“I want more than just the!” Satoru roughly rocks his hips, gliding his cock in. “Nnnn!” Your eyes roll back whilst your thighs tremble. You’re so fucking full of Satoru, feeling the throbbing pulse in the veins of his cock as he pauses.

His breathy moans are erotic, “Fuck! Sweetheart!” That nickname is going to kill you if he moans it again. “Your pretty little cunt is perfect for my cock.” You’re getting off on the texture of his soft yet hard cock rubbing inside you. Enticing you to clench your cunt, smiling when he trembles.

Satoru leans forward to use some of his weight to pin you down. “You can take it princess.” You can’t run away whilst Satoru picks up speed with each thrust. Splaying your fingers on his abs, hardening between your palms with each thrust.

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Your ass is in the air, with Toji’s thick rough fingers sinking into your hip’s squishy crease. There isn’t a possibility of running away from his merciless thrusts once he starts.

Even without his hand on your hip Toji is capable of effortlessly pinning your body to his bed. So he can fuck your small hole without mercy.

You need him to. Yet your nerves are getting the best of you. His veiny cock borders on monstrous in its thickness. It is equal to a Coke can. Toji is going to split your cunt in two. You’re tensing up, his intimidating size overwhelming you.

He croons, “Lil mama, relax.” Pulling his cock away, he glides three thick fingers into your cunt, stretching you apart. “I’ll carry you around after I break your pussy.” His hand drifts from your hip to your puffy clit.

Toji knows the perfect pressure and pace, making you lose your mind. The sweet pleasure is soothing your nerves, clouding your head.

You moan, “Daddddy! Nnn!” Your cunt is loudly squelching, overlapping your needy moans. “I want to! But you’re too big Daddy! It won’t fit!” Toji rubs your sensitive clit faster, your thighs trembling, cunt spasming around his fingers.

You whine when he glides his fingers out, lining his cock up with your soaking wet cunt. “I’m what now?” You can hear the excitement and pride in his deep, smooth voice.

Crying, “You’re too biiiiiiig! Nnn!” Toji rocks forward with a quick thrust. The pleasurable ache of your cunt stretching for Toji’s cock makes your toes curl. You want it, but your body can’t handle him, twisting your hips to run away

He croons, “Aw you think ya can run from me?” You don’t get far before Toji is yanking you back into place.

“I’m gonna make your little sloppy cunt take my fat cock till she’s dripping my cum.” When you reach back, Toji pins your hand above your head. Persistently playing with your clit, the pleasure overlaps the sweet pain. "Nnndaddy! So full!"

Toji leans forward, pressing his muscular chest to your back. You’re helplessly trapped beneath. The new angle helps him rub your g spot with every thrust. "Tell me how my big cock is making your beautiful cunt feel."

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

Relentlessly pumping his pierced tongue into your overstimulated, sensitive, soaking-wet cunt. Trembling, squeezing Suguru’s head with your thighs. The difference between his hard barbell and his soft, warm tongue is too pleasurable.

You couldn’t decide if his barbell feels better inside or you on your clit.

Admiring the outline of Suguru’s hard cock. He looks so big, making your cunt ache with the need for more than just Suguru’s tongue. Pushing on the band, he grounds his feet to lift his hips. Slipping his underwear off, your eyes widen.

Lifting Suguru’s heavy cock up, you’re unable to wrap your hand around him. “Oh fuck!” His massive. Suguru’s long, thick beautiful, veiny cock makes your sensitive cunt drool more onto Suguru’s handsome face.

He groans into your cunt, clenching his tongue. Your sensitive cunt spasming, you’re so close to cumming again. The sweet release is so tauntingly close. “Daddy! You’re too!” You can’t get the words out, your brain stalling.

Thick clear cum squirts into Suguru’s mouth. Pumping his tongue faster, rutting his hip, gliding his cock in your fist. Jerking your hips away, Suguru’s thick muscular arm flexes as he squanders any attempts.

“Too big! Too much! Toonnnn! Daddy! Please! Daddypleasedaddypleaseeeeeee!” Licking your cunt clean before letting you pull away. Only to fall back onto his face, your legs too wobbly and heavy to hold you up.

Suguru lifts you off his face, effortlessly setting you to the side. You lay down, relaxing into his soft comforter, your body is heavy after cumming so hard. The lack of stimulation makes your sensitive clit occasionally twitch.

Suguru stands up at the edge of the bed, taking his underwear the rest of the way off. Grabbing your leg and yanking you to the edge of the bed. That moment of afterglow shatters in place of craving more.

Everything about Suguru is so big. From his towering height, thick beautifully sculpted arms, and muscular, thick thighs were perfect for riding. Groaning, “You’re too big! But fuck me daddy that’s how I want it. I want you so badly I can’t handle it any longer. But I’m..” Unable to admit your nerves, looking up at Suguru, seeking reassurance.

He kisses your forehead, purring. “Don’t worry sweetheart I’m only going to make you feel good.” He flips you over, lining himself up, slowly gliding his cock into your sloppy wet cunt. Purring, "That's it, you doing so well, you can handle it." Grabbing your neck loosely, squeezing your hip, lifting you off the bed.

Taking you to his body-length mirror. The beautiful sight of your smaller body pinned to Suguru’s muscular one with your plush lips parted around his thick cock greets you. “Watch and tell me whose is the gorgeous princess taking her daddy’s big cock?”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

“You’re lucky you're hot." The look of hunger in his eyes made it clear you'd invited a ravenous monster into your home. You want to be his breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert.

It's overwhelming the way Sukuna is fondling, biting, and stretching two of your tight, wet holes with his thick fingers. You're a toy in his large rough hands, laying beneath his massive muscular 8-foot tall stature.

He could easily rip you apart. The power imbalance turns you on as much as the sweet painful pleasure of his hands' mouth biting the soft squishy fat of your breasts. His warm tongues flicks your sensitive nipples. Pleasure and pain are becoming one and the same.

Thick tears trickle down the sides of your face. Sukuna’s smirk spreads, showing his sharp fangs. "You're being such a crybaby after having the audacity to summon me?" You can feel Sukuna's lust growing with your tears. His lust is heavy, intoxicating consuming, and hot, blurring the lines where your emotions lie.

Fucking three thick fingers into your squelching, quivering cunt. He remarks with a groan, "My little witch is an empath?” He has the excitement of someone opening a gift.

“Focus on my lust more, let it mix with your’s and drive you mad. I’ll fuck you till your body can’t keep up and you pass out." Closing his eyes, his jaw-dropping with a loud groan. Your sensitive cunt clenches from seeing his muscular body tremble over you through his large muscular body.

Looking down at you with more hunger than before. "You just keep tasting better." He's stroking your sensitive, puffy clit with his stomach’s tongue. "I can feel how close are as if I'm about to cum." It's getting harder to separate your lust from his. And you don't care to anymore.

The second you allow yourself to plunge into the deep end you're creaming. Squirting for the first time onto his thick fingers. "Feels-feels so gooood! Wanna keep cumming, gonna cum, wanna cum, gonnnnnn!” He groans fucking your spasming, squirting cunt through your peak.

Gliding his fingers out of your ass. Pushing down his pants, stroking one of his thick, tattooed veiny cocks. Urging thick white cum to shoot out onto your belly. "Lucky for you it takes a several times before my cocks go off. Heh I can’t believe you got me off just by cumming. You’re little cock sleeve body was meant for mine." Your eyes widen, your jaw dropping in disbelief. How are both supposed to fit?

Jerking your hips away in overstimulation as his tongue rubs your clit faster. He grabs your thighs firmly holding you in a mating press. "Did you think there would only be one?” He drags his fingers through his thick cum on your stomach.

No wonder he wanted to stretch you out with three fingers to loosen up both your holes. Yet it doesn't stop you from claiming, "You're too big, it's-" He stuffs his cum coated fingers into your mouth.

"Ok and?" He lines both cocks up with your holes, whilst tightening his grasp on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere. “Your slutty little holes are going to take me anyway, and I’m going to fuck them till you’re gapping.” Roughly rocking his hips forward, thrusting both cocks in. Both tips start with a soft round point making it easy for him to glide in.

He slips his fingers out of your mouth to hear your cries from the gradual stretch of his cocks. Getting thicker with each inch till it reaches the knot-like base. Your holes offer resistance too unable to take it just yet.

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

Choso pushes his boxers down, you bite your lip tensing up beneath him. His pale thick veiny thick pierced cock is beautiful but intimidating. You’ve wonder how the warm metal is going to feel inside you.

Choso looks you over, concern etching into his handsome face. A wrinkle forming between his thin brows. His voice is gentle and comforting. “Is this ok? Do we need to stop and cuddle?” But your nervous bubble up all the same.

Glancing to the side, biting your bottom lip. He gently cups your cheek, swiping his thumb, trying to soothe your jumble nerves. You look into his loving purple eyes, the warmth and admiration within them captivating.

Breathing in filling your lungs then breathing out, "Youlookedtoobiginthosepictures." You had amassed a collection of pictures and videos showcasing his beautiful veiny cocky. From cum shot, to jerking off, to pre-cum dripping from his cock you had it all. You’ve gotten off to Choso more times than you care to count.

Refusing to let your nerves stop you now when you so close to having your first time with Choso. "I want you to fuck me, I'm just worried it won't all fit. Or that it will hurt. You’re so big Cho.” His cheeks flush pink, his dark eyes widen, biting into his bottom lip.

Choso leans down, kissing forehead. “How about you ride me beautiful? I’ll only move if you ask.” The answer is easy to give.

“Please daddy.” For the first time nickname slips out effortlessly. His compassionate, caring and understanding nature. Choso gently kisses you groaning loudly. The sound makes your cunt clench around nothing.

Whining aching to have your sensitive cunt filled up. Whilst your nerves trickle into excitement over just how big your boyfriend is. His broad chest and shoulders, well defined abs. His thick, sculpted arms, and muscular thighs. A thick, long heavy being cocks like his is suiting for his stature.

Parting your lips for him to glide his tongue past. Slipping your fingers into his soft, dark hair. He grabs your hips, squeezing your squishy hip’s crease.

Pressing his warm, thick cock to your soft, soaking wet cunt. Rutting his hips, rubbing his warm cock head on your sensitive clit. Breaking away, looking down at you wondering,

Choso is incredibly sexy with his hair down and messy. “Are you sure you want this beautiful?” Reaching between grabbing his cock lining him up. His eyes widen the second his fat head touches your quivering hole.

“Nnn I do! Want you so badly daddy!” Choso glides just the tip in his abs clenching as he restraints himself from thrusting deeper into you. Shifting your hips from the pleasurable stretch of his cock head gliding inside. You can feel the soft ridges line of his cock head slipping inside you.

“Darling, you’re so wet and soft.” Picking you up by your hips, without moving you on his cock Choso carefully switches positions. Placing you on top his lap, straddling his thighs, loosening his grasp on your hips.

Rocking your hips, focusing on the feeling is his warm cock head stretching your cunt. “That it’s beautiful, take your time taking Daddy’s big cock. You going so good. You feel so good!” He clenches your hips, digging his heels into the bed.

Getting used to being so split open, just his cock head alone feels too good. Rocking your back back, splaying your fingers on hus “Daddy! I wanna be stuffed full of your beautiful, thick cock.” Taking a little more, groaning as his warm barbell glides into you. Choso trembles, jerking his hips up.

Rubbing your clit, making your sensitive cunt clench. “Sorry beautiful. How are you feelinggnnnn!” You bounce your hips, gliding him in and down. The beautiful look of pleasure on Choso’s handsome face getting you off.

Moaning, “I’m so full of your cock daddy! It feels too good. Please move, slowly.” Planting his feet, gently guiding you with his hips. Gliding half his cock into you, letting your cunt get used to being so full before giving you another inch. Watching your expression for any hint of pain.

Oreo’s m.list

[lovelivision]

・・・♡・mdni・smut ・neighour!toji is something i've been thinking about a wholeee lot lately

Neighour!Toji who becomes a part of your life so gradually that you don’t even really notice it happening at first. Seeing him nearly every day, doing laundry with him, eating meals with him, watching bad shows with him. So of course, it’s natural that you also end up fucking him, or more accurately – getting fucked by him.

Back arched meanly as he drives his cock into you from behind over and over, couch creaking with the effort of holding the both of you up while he fucks you like it’ll kill him if he doesn’t. The sounds of your cunt slurping his cock in so greedily downright embarrassing, even more so because of course he’s going to comment on it.

“Ffffuck– take me so well, doll. Can you hear that?” a pause so you can listen clearly to how he’s ruining you, “Oh, your pussy is in love with me.”

It’s pathetic how you’re spasming and throbbing around him just from his teasing words but you can’t help it, his voice is so deep and so perfect and you’re so turned on it feels like your brain might melt. Hips pushing back just to meet his thrusts, feeling him so deep inside that you can barely breathe properly.

Toji would be lying if this isn’t what he pictured happening when he first started talking to you in the hallway. You’re so pretty and cute and now he gets to fuck your tight pussy into oblivion while you cream around him. He’s gonna make sure to give you a real treat for letting him fuck so mean into your sweet hole and he can guarantee you’re gonna enjoy it.

[sukumna]

┌─ .✦ HIM AS OVERUSED PORN TROPES

notes; OKAY so at first these were just in my notes as plans to write these as oneshots ( still am btw ) but i figured why not post 🤞🤞

✦ — gojo satoru, the cocky pool boy. he’s always shirtless. always wet. always smirking like he knows something you don’t. he watches you from the edge of the pool, water dripping from his abs as he says, “need help cleaning your filter, ma’am?” and the only thing that gets cleaned is the drool off his cock when he fucks your face in the backyard.

✦ — toji fushiguro, the scary ex-con handyman. tattoos on his neck, scowl on his face. you call for help fixing your sink, and he shows up with one wrench and no patience. “you got a mouth on you,” he mutters, “bet it’s good for more than complaining.” you end up bent over the counter, panties shoved in your mouth, your sink still leaking but your pussy not.

✦ — choso kamo, the shy stepsibling. he’s quiet. awkward. polite to a fault. and then you walk out in a towel and it’s over. he watches you like he’s trying not to—until he’s rutting against your ass in the hallway whispering, “this is wrong,” while his cock’s buried so deep it’s practically in your throat.

✦ — geto suguru, the sleazy professor. he’s married. he has a tenure. and he grades your papers with cum-stained fingers. calls you “sweetheart” in front of the class and “slut” when he’s got you on his desk, hair fisted in his hand, tie wrapped around your throat. you don’t pass the class—but you never miss a lecture.

✦ — naoya zenin, the rich bastard boss. makes you cry in meetings. slaps your ass in the break room. says things like, “you’re lucky i even hired you.” but his voice breaks when he’s fucking into you on his office desk, your heels digging into his back as you whimper “thank you” like it’s a prayer.

[gossamyrrh]

noncon recording, fem!reader.

no thoughts, just grimy fling!toji fucking you on your back, meaty limbs caging your own, breaths heavy and warm against your heated, sensitive flesh as he wildly ruts into you—

and he thinks, fuck, it can’t get much better than this. until it does, somehow, and you’re throwing your head back with a moan, spongy walls clenching around him, clamping down as you shudder beneath his bulk and force him deeper inside your poor, weeping cunt.

grimy fling!toji feels pleasure humming behind his eyes—in his toes. he’s pulling air harshly through his nostrils, grip slackening as he rides out a wave before it crests and he starts grinding shallowly again, heavy pants slipping past his lips as he focuses on that telltale twinge in the pit of his belly.

(and pointedly ignores the itch in the back of his head, the one that tells him to cross boundaries: to take and take and take—)

“ah, toji,” you moan. “fuck me harder, please, need you—aah, nngh—!! fuuuck, don’t stop—s-shit... i want more of you, wanna take everythin-nghh...”

but all his inhibitions go out the window as he decides you’re the best lay he’s had in a long time. probably ever. and well, toji wants to cherish the moment—savour it. and he decides he won’t let such a precious thing slip past his fingers—not without something to remember you by.

so, grimy as he is, he shimmies his phone from his pocket (an old, beat up thing that can only make calls and texts. record, too!) and turns it on with eager, trembling fingers.

he keeps you distracted with his lips in the crook of your neck, teeth grazing against your skin as he clicks the camera icon and you pop up on screen: writhing, sweating and mewling. his cock hilted deep inside of you.

it’s entirely debauched, he knows that. for him, that was the thrill of this sort of thing—that forbidden nature; the danger and taboo. oh, how it fucking turned him on…

he moans deeply against your skin as your sopping, wet cunt fills the screen, echoes throughout the room. he can feel that familiar pleasure coiling tight and hard between his hips, rendering his rhythm erratic—so deliciously haphazard—with its quick jerks and throbs—your bodies practically becoming one in tandem.

(and he makes sure to capture this: the union of your bodies. the way the dark, curly hairs at the base of his cock mingle with your own—meshed together by proximity. and fuck, he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. second to you.)

as he feels you quiver beneath him, he takes the moment to watch your face contort with pleasure: eyebrows lacing together, nose wrinkling, plush mouth parting in a moan so ungodly in its desperation.

he lifts the camera to your face. (you’re far too blissed out to notice, face scrunched tight.)

and when you cum—his cock still inside your pliant and wet heat—your walls clench like a vice. you pull him further with your insistent drags, coaxing his orgasm to spill from within him in a long, shuddering sigh. your hands running over his meaty thighs until they curl in his hair and pull.

pleasure ebbs over his skin like a flush. starting from his face and dipping down past his jaw, neck and chest.

the roll of his hips stutters, and he groans as the coil unravels, as he pulls out and releases a thick, syrupy white load on your tummy, and he captures all the facets of your expression with a weak click: the arch in your back, your jaw locked open in a soundless scream, eyelids fluttering weakly as your hips buck helplessly.

grimy fling!toji goes home afterwards and jerks off to all (and i mean aaaalll) of the videos and pics, thick fingers smeared in cum and spittle and sweat as his voice drops to a ragged whimper as he cums for the umpteenth time, eyes burning and palm numb.

and of course, grimy fling!toji is showing his friend shiu the next day, prattling on and on about the chick with the heavenly pussy that he desperately wants to fuck again ;(

[cocqaine]

♱ | dom! toji. sub! reader. filming. degradation. usage of daddy. rough sex. throat fucking.

“yeah, just like that,” toji mutters behind the camera, voice low and husky. he adjusts the angle, zooming in on the way your pretty mouth wraps around his cock, spit dribbling down your chin, eyes glossy with effort. “fuck, baby, you’re a natural.”

you’re on your knees, hands tied behind your back with one of his old black ties. you’d been bratting earlier — mouthing off, rolling your eyes — so now, you were his favorite little toy on camera.

the red light on his phone blinks steadily. recording.

he pushes your head down further, not caring when you gag around him. “yeah, take it. they’re gonna love watchin’ you choke.”

your throat tightens, but you moan around him, making him groan. his hand fists your hair, guiding you up and down on his cock while the other holds the camera steady.

“look at you,” he pants, angling the phone to capture your soaked thighs and twitching pussy. “haven’t even touched you and you’re drippin’. fuckin’ filthy.”

he pulls you off with a wet pop and slaps your cheek lightly with his cock, making you whimper. “what do you say, princess?”

“…thank you, toji.”

his grin is wicked. “nah. try again. for the video.”

“…thank you, daddy.”

“good girl.”

he sets the phone down on the nightstand — perfect angle. the second he flips you over and drags you to the edge of the bed, it’s already catching everything.

you’re face-down, ass up, hands still tied, and he’s not gentle when he shoves himself in. the stretch knocks the air out of you, and the camera picks up the squelch, the slap of skin on skin, and your breathless cries.

“they’re gonna fuckin’ lose it when they see this pretty pussy takin’ me so well,” he growls into your ear. “gonna make a fortune off this one, baby.”

you sob into the sheets, legs trembling, and he fucks you even harder. the camera doesn’t miss a thing.

[deathofacupid]

r/ HOW TO BABY-TRAP YOUR FRIENDS-WITH-BENEFITS ROOMMATE!

I'M A BAD MAN, I DO WHAT I CAN! — if you were to ask them, it's not their fault. it's not their fault you're practically a goddess, ethereal, really. the thing is, though, you didn't do relationships, just didn't have a reason to. you'd always preferred the no-strings-attached, the clean simplicity. ah, well, they'll give you a reason.

★ satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, ryomen sukuna.

warnings — well, báby-trápping. obsessive, pathetic, yearning men. pórn following, barely, a plot. áfab!reader. óverstimulatión, dégrading, dúmbification, sqúirting, breedíng. age gaps. chóking, óral (m/f receiving). fíngeríng. dóm!characters. nón-con/dúb-con. use of alćohol. unprótected séx. lying, manipulation. out-of-character, i guess. ...not toji abandoning megumi, just to go off and have another kid. 3.5k+ words!

(呪術廻戦) : note — concept based off of @indiewritesxoxo's work (luv u bae <33), divider credits to @cafekitsune.

★ SATORU GOJO

"oh, c'mon," he coos, a pout framing his lips, but his eyes tell a different story. "jus' wanna feel you. i promise i'll pull out." satoru's hovering above you, tapping his slick, throbbing tip against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your core.

"satoru, no," you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but the heat radiating off him is making your resolve crumble. he's right there, so close, and your body is screaming for him.

"baby, i promise," satoru pleads. he pleads. he's pleading. are you supposed to just, like, say no?

you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, arms still wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer. he lowers himself, capturing your mouth in a deep, wet kiss, his tongue exploring your depths with a possessive urgency.

"you have to. you can't cum inside, okay?" you warn, giving in, though your voice is thick with desire. he was clearly adamant about this, refusing to budge. if this was going to go down his way, you'd rather it happen quick.

"yeah, yeah," satoru says, waving you off dismissively, his attention already focused on the prize. the second you give him the go-ahead, he's lining himself up between your thighs, his cock throbbing at your entrance. slowly, deliberately, he pushes himself inside, groaning as he stretches you.

you moan, digging your nails into his back, the sharp sting a welcome sensation. no matter how many times you fuck him, you won't ever get used to his size. satoru fills you completely, the snugness of your wet cunt a tight, hot embrace.

"y— you take me s'good, pretty thing." his voice is gravelly and low, as he looses himself to your wet heat.

the pace increases, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder, each stroke a raw, animalistic possession. you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut, your body arching beneath him.

satoru can feel himself getting closer, can feel the way his abdomen tightens, the telltale signs of his release. you can feel him getting closer too, with the way his thrusts grow shaky, and lose their rhythm.

"ngh, wait," you whimper, it's a lazy thought, on the tip of your tongue, but with the way he's got you all dumbed-down, you can't find the strength to push them out.

"shh," he grunts, pressing sloppy kisses to the side of your neck. "s'fine, just — fuck, we'll get you a plan-b, or s— some shit."

you protest weakly, but it's lost in the wave of pleasure washing over you. it's not like you could do more if you wanted (do you even want to?), because you're climaxing first, convulsing around his cock, sucking him in. he follows soon after, thick ropes of cum flooding you, filling you completely.

and, if he was "getting" you that plan-b tomorrow, anyways, he might as well fuck his seed in deeper, right?

★ SUGURU GETO

the tang of cheap vodka clings to you, the bitterness sharp on his tongue. friday night. finally, a chance to unwind.

"not drinking?" you slur, the buzz already softening the edges of the world for you.

"i did," he breathes, his teeth dragging a wet, sucking trail up the side of your neck. he knows the mark he's leaving will bloom into a dark bruise by morning.

you try to form a coherent question, but the insistent throb between your legs steals your focus, a desperate, undeniable ache for him.

and he has drunk. enough to dull the edges of his conscience, a low hum of justification thrumming beneath his skin. you're practically melting into the couch, head lolling, lips slack and damp, a familiar, flushed heat creeping up your chest. suguru isn't inebriated like you are, but… he's something like that.

so, he isn't doing anything wrong, right?

no, of course not.

you moan, a needy sound that vibrates against his chest, your hands fisting in his shirt, tugging him closer. "f— fuck, just put it in already, suguru, please," you whimper, the words thick with desire and drink. his fingers slide down, parting the wet folds of your vulva, one thumb pressing insistently against your swollen clit.

suguru chuckles, "since you're begging so nicely." the slick, engorged head of his cock, dark red and leaking pre-cum, nudges against your slick entrance, catching on the delicate hood. he isn't in the mood for foreplay, not really. he wants to be buried inside you, now.

besides, it's not like you need it.

with a deliberate slide, he pushes into your tight heat. you gasp, a surprised sound that tightens your grip on him.

your wet cunt clenches around his length, milking him with each involuntary spasm. a guttural groan tears from his throat. your hands tangle in his hair, nails lightly scraping his scalp in that way he fucking loves.

"oh, fuck, princess," he bites out, his voice thick with lust. "easy, you're gonna swallow me whole."

"i— i'm trying," you whimper, your body arching slightly as you try to accommodate the sheer size of him stretching you open.

suguru pauses, giving you a scant second to adjust, his selfishness overriding any real concern for your comfort. he wants you stretched, tight, around his cock.

slowly, he withdraws, not quite all the way, the sudden coolness making you whimper, before thrusting back in, deeper this time. "goddamn, so fucking tight."

you're stretched taut, every muscle in your body clenching around him. his pace quickens, his hips slamming against yours with a wet, smacking sound.

"sugu!" you cry out, your voice raw and breathy. shit, he thinks, his cock throbbing harder, you sound like a fucking angel when you say my name like that.

like it's the only word left in your drunken vocabulary. and with his cock filling you so completely, blurring the edges of your already drunken mind, it probably is.

you cum first, a shuddering wave that rips through your body, your back arching off the couch. moans, wet and desperate, spill from your parted lips — his favorite sound in the world.

he's right behind you, the frantic clenching of your muscles pushing him closer to the edge. he knows he should pull out, the thought flickers through his mind, a habitual safety measure.

but he doesn't.

his orgasm rips through him, a violent shudder that locks his jaw. he comes, deep and hot, his thick, white seed flooding your insides, painting the walls of your cunt.

you're too far gone, too lost in the aftershocks of your own climax and the lingering haze of alcohol, to register the subtle change, the lack of resistance.

and if you aren't saying anything, his mind reasons, why should he?

★ KENTO NANAMI

"shit, darling, you're so tight f'me," kento groans, bucking his hips into you. his breath hitches, a sheen of sweat coating his skin. blonde hair is plastered to his forehead, and he's covered in sticky lipgloss from your mouth.

but, fuck, he's never looked so good.

your eyes hit the back of your head, tears trailing down your cheeks, and he kisses them away.

his pace is cruel, heavy balls hitting your ass, with every thrust. "k— ken," you whimper, stretching out his name. he doesn't miss, not even a goddamn millimeter, that thick, insistent head slamming directly into your sweet spot with every vicious grind of his hips.

kento's on the edge of sanity. this is pure, unadulterated bliss. this is how it's meant to be – your slick heat engulfing him completely, no flimsy rubber barrier between.

he wants to bury himself so deep he hits bone, to feel those tight, wet walls clench and spasm around his cock until he fucking explodes. and the knowledge that he's the only son of a bitch who can make you come undone like this?

it's a goddamn aphrodisiac.

you're stretched wide, impaled, filled so completely it feels like you might tear. your slick little cunt is working overtime, desperately trying to accommodate his thick length and the violent force of his thrusts. his slams are sloppy, given an impending release.

"do you— do you even know what you do to me?" he asks, and you think it's rhetorical. not that you could in answer, save for anything but nonsensical babbles.

he's surprised he's even made it this long, raw in you, without cumming already. you're like a little toy for kento, utterly helpless and deliciously broken beneath him, and the sight of it — your flushed skin, your parted lips, the way your body bucks and trembles — sends a fresh wave of white-hot lust surging through him.

beautiful, that would be his choice word. gorgeous. heavenly. a taste of gold, honey-sweet on his tongue. and, that taste? incredibly deep, to the point where the world itself lost richness.

"please, ah, please," you whine, unsure, yourself, what you're asking for. less? more? either way, he doesn't give you much of a choice, his thick, throbbing cock continuing its relentless, brutal assault on your soaked, aching pussy.

he grips the headboard so hard his knuckles are stark white, the old wood groaning and splintering under his white-knuckled grip. oh, fucking christ.

what have you done to him? how in the goddamn hell is he ever going to go back to vanilla, wrapped-up sex after this primal, skin-on-skin connection?

"c— cum inside," you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist.

his heart stops, he swears it. he wasn't expecting you to say that, not at all. he's driving his cock into you with a brutal, bone-jarring speed that he knows will leave you deliciously sore and gloriously immobile for days. "fuck, yeah? you want that?"

"yeah, yeah, i'm— i'm on the pill," you gasp, the words a breathless, desperate affirmation.

and, well, who is he to deny the love of his life? you were on a pill, after all. it just wasn't what you thought it was. on the bright side, his switcheroo left you with a good intake of vitamin d.

★ CHOSO KAMO

choso's not thinking about it, not really. not when you're riding him like this, your wet heat gripping him, squeezing him dry. especially not when he feels you clench around his cock, those little spasms that make his vision blur.

he'd tried the nice way, the pathetic puppy-dog eyes. begged you to just skip the rubber this once. but you were firm, always so fucking responsible. "condom, choso." like it was a goddamn negotiation.

so, if you trace it back, this isn't on him. those pinprick holes in the wrapper of the condom? definitely not him. nope, not a chance.

he's not thinking about it because in his head, it's already done. it's a family, right? that's the end goal. just you and him, and a couple of little ones running around. twins.

he pictures it sometimes, a little girl with your stubborn streak, a boy with his quiet intensity. he'd love them both, messy and loud and his.

his family. the thought slams into him as you grind down, your slick folds rubbing against him. he's not even fully inside his head anymore, just the raw, animal urge.

you'd be a fucking incredible mother, he knows it. the way you care for that stupid houseplant, the way you fuss over him when he's got a headache.

choso's breath hitches, his fingers digging into the slick skin of your waist, holding on for dear life. your tits bounce with each ride, nipples hard and pink, your head thrown back, a guttural moan escaping your throat.

nothing. nothing beats this. "fuck," he grunts, eyes rolling back in his head. he's lost track of time, of everything but the wet friction, the desperate clench of your muscles. "don't fucking stop," he begs, his voice thick and rough.

"'m not gonna," you pant, your hips bucking against his rhythm.

choso grips your thighs tighter, like if he loosens his hold, you'll vanish. "shit… i think… fuck, i'm close."

"cho— oh, god, me too!" just as your orgasm hits, that tight, shuddering squeeze, he flips you over, his heavy body looming above you.

he keeps fucking you, driving deep as your cries turn into whimpers, your body convulsing around his cock. you're slick with sweat and tears, overstimulated, trying to push him off, but he just keeps pounding.

tears spill down your temples, soaking into the pillow. another sob rips from your throat. good. more wetness. more of him going in. you feel another knot building. works for him, he'll plant his seed deep, twice the load now.

he already loves you. this is his clumsy, fucked-up way of showing it. of making you his. you'll understand, someday.

★ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"there aren't any left," toji shrugs, gesturing with a lazy flick of his wrist towards the empty drawer.

"what the fuck do you mean, 'none left'?" you ask, your brow furrowing. "i swear i just bought a new box!"

he clicks his tongue, a familiar sound of his nonchalance. "gone. nada. zip."

"no, but— there can't be none. what about your wallet? you used to carry a bunch around everywhere, right?"

"don't need to anymore, do i? got you now, ma," he grins, a flash of something predatory in his eyes, followed by a low chuckle that rumbles in his chest.

"look at that. slut reformed," you scoff, though a hint of a smile plays on your lips. "well, then, go take a cold shower."

"what?" he groans, the sound laced with genuine displeasure. "c'mon, just let me—"

"absolutely fucking not. there's no way in hell i'm letting you hit it raw."

"it's just sex, though," he argues, a petulant edge to his voice.

"yeah, sure, 'just sex' — unprotected — that'll leave you knee-deep in diapers," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"wouldn't be the worst thing," he mumbles, the words a low rumble just beneath your ear.

"what'd you say?" you ask, shifting on his lap, your position suddenly more precarious. his hands tighten on your waist, anchoring you there.

"nothin'. doll, i'll make it worth your goddamn while," he says, his voice dropping to a husky drawl that sends a shiver down your spine.

"no," you say, a weak protest as you try to squirm away, the heat suddenly rising between your thighs. "i'm serious, toji."

"i'm dead serious, too, sweetheart. i know you're soaked for me," he teases, his fingers digging slightly into your hips, a possessive and undeniably tantalizing move.

"toji," you whine, your voice losing some of its firmness, "go get condoms, and then—"

"tch. ain't got the patience for that shit right now."

"there's a gas station, like, a block away, if your dick's about to explode."

"or, you just sit back, spread those pretty legs, and let the pill do its damn job."

"no. it's not one-hundred percent, you idiot."

"for fuck's sake," he grumbles, the playful tone vanishing as he suddenly flips you over with strength, pinning your wrists above your head against the mattress.

"toji!" you gasp, a mix of surprise and a thrill you don't want to admit. "foul play, you bastard. foul game."

his thick head nudges against your slick folds, a wet, insistent pressure that makes you suck in a sharp breath. "don't think your pretty little head too much about it," he growls, his voice full with lust.

he shoves into you, a raw, stretching sensation that makes you cry out. "fucking… ahhh," he groans, the lone sound primal.

"s— shit!" you cry, your hips bucking involuntarily as you try to accommodate his size. the sheets twist beneath you as you writhe, the initial discomfort quickly morphing into a desperate, needy ache. coherent thoughts dissolve, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of him filling you completely.

he feels thicker, rougher, more. every thrust is deeper, more insistent, and the friction ignites a fire in your core. when he finally comes, it's a guttural sound ripped from his throat, his body shuddering against yours as he spills his seed deep inside.

as for the full box of condoms, he'll just make sure he takes out the trash, before you get to it.

★ RYOMEN SUKUNA

funny as fuck, he thinks, watching the way your breath hitches, how your eyes are already glazed over with lust and exhaustion. he hasn't even started yet, and you're practically begging. a slow, cruel smile spreads across his face as he takes in the flushed heat creeping up your neck. his own cock throbs, anticipating the tight squeeze.

"you look good like that," he informs you, his voice a low, gravelly purr, his gaze raking over your exposed skin. "all undone for me."

"'kuna," you whine again, a desperate sound that barely forms a word. you lift your hips off the bed, a small, frantic movement that screams for release.

he's right there, the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your slick walls, but he remains frustratingly still, savoring your desperation.

he reaches out, his knuckles grazing your damp cheek, a possessive, almost taunting touch. he watches the way your pupils dilate, the frantic pulse in your throat. he enjoys this, the power he holds in this moment.

finally, with a sigh that sounds almost bored, he decides to grant your silent plea. he braces his hands on either side of your head and thrusts into you, a deep, forceful slide that makes you gasp.

you're so tight, so wet, and for a fleeting second, the intensity of your grip makes him think he might just lose it right there.

"shit, brat," he grits out, his breath hot against your ear. "can feel you milking me already. fucking needy, aren't you?" he pauses, letting you writhe beneath him. "beg for it."

"i— please, 'kuna… fuck…" your words are broken, barely coherent.

his hand drops lower, his fingers splaying across your throat, his thumb pressing just hard enough to restrict your breathing, a subtle reminder of his control.

his other hand clamps possessively onto your breast, his thumb and forefinger pinching your nipple through the thin fabric, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. your head thrashes against the pillow, a choked sound rising in your throat, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

with each deliberate, grinding thrust into your slick cunt, he feels the knot in his gut tighten, the edge drawing closer. he can feel you too, the frantic clenching of your inner muscles mirroring his own rising tension. your nails dig into his shoulders, your body arching with each deep stroke.

just as his senses overload, just as his control threatens to shatter, he pulls out with a harsh sound, the slick head of his cock glistening in the dim light.

he snatches the condom, ripping it off with a swift, almost violent motion. your eyes fly open, confusion and a flicker of protest in their depths. but before you can utter a word, he slams back into you, burying himself even deeper, raw and unprotected.

he feels the shudder rip through his body, his jaw clenching as he orgasms. he's cumming, hot and thick, flooding your insides, marking you in a way that goes beyond the physical.

he feels the desperate contractions of your own climax still gripping him, a final, exquisite torture.

he collapses against you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged. he can feel the slick warmth of his seed mingling with your own wetness. he doesn't say a word, doesn't need to.

the act itself is his declaration. you're his now, in a way you can't deny. and there's not a goddamn thing you can do about it.

❛ all works belong to deathofacupid, do not steal/plagiarize/repost. ❜

[bluemotifofsleep]

hey guys! just a reminder to please not steal mine or others works and ideas.

i’ve seen quite a few people reword this drabble slightly and insert it into their fics because they think they can get away with it but TRUST ME i read them and i can tell instantly.

being inspired by someone else’s work is one thing but stealing their idea is another, if you’re going to take anything from my writing PLEASE at least credit me.

thanks for listening to my rant!

ugh the idea of toji refusing to fight with you when you’re mad at him is sooooo…..

you’re banging your fists against his chest and screaming at him but he waits until you’re done, let’s you get it all out of your system.

“you done, pretty girl?” and you’re sooooo mad at him but his voice has this weird way of squirming into your brain and doing naughty things to your thoughts.

“because i have something much more productive we can do with all that energy.” he’s leaning down and kissing you mercilessly, pushing his tongue into your mouth and what were you mad about again? all you can think about is the way he absolutely dominated the kiss instantly, and the way his hand is now groping at your ass.

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[gaar8a]

ARE YOU SCARED OF DIFFERENT SCENARIOS

yall loved “ i am going to fuck him ! ” so im back with another one ! ( NSFW MDNI ) DONT OPEN THE LINKS AROUND PEOPLE PLEASE ! enjoy !

LOUD BRAT ?!

he’s a man who lives for attention when y’all are out in public people recognize him, at the mall ? getting recognized, just walking with you ? he gets recognized . so he damn there a celebrity and man does he love it ! he loves it so much he starts questioning why you don’t act the same way his ‘ fans ’ do. “ you don’t worship me like they do ! ” he whines on his knees as he lays his head on your lap, “i do baby - ” , “ no you don’t ! mmm you dont love me ” he cut you off lifting up his head to look at you “ you don’t worship me like they do ! you don’t even show me attention anymore ! all you do is call me a brat and crybaby ! ” you sigh rubbing your temple in annoyance while trying to explain why you don’t but he never listens. “ you know what … since i don’t worship you and I don't love you the way they do how about you go ask one of your worshippers to help you when you need it ” … later that night you were out at work as you phone buzzed . it was from your boyfriend he sent you a video ... he first sent you a video of him roughly rubbing himself with his pillow. “ b-baby im soorrry .. ” the following video was him fucking fleshlight crying your name. “ i’m sorry im sorry im sorry p-please fo-forgive me ” so pitiful but so cute but he wasn’t done. three minutes after the first two he sent another in this he has on a ball gag and a vibrator pressed against his cock. no words just tears and muffled begging with the message saying ‘ pleease cume home soonn im sorrty😢 ’. “ he cant even type .. how ridiculous... ” AUDIO ! VISUALS !

CHEATER / FRIENDLY TASTE ?!

you drunkenly came onto him without a second thought " you know your boyfriend's here we cant - " he was cut off by your finger on his lip " mmm I doon't careee … " he looked shocked while started kissing and biting on his neck “ c’mmon please ! he’ll neverr know ” those words are what did it . the two of you were undressed with sweat glistening on both of your bodies “ shh we don’t want to your boyfriend to hear us right ? ” it’s started with his fingers on your clit to his fingers deep into your pussy — “ stay with me dear ” the faster his fingers fucked in and out of your cunt, the harder it was to keep your eyes open. “ t’much — noo more p-please ” you placed your hand on his feeling the fast pace. his voice moved through your ear like music “ move your fuckin hand, sweetie ” your hand quickly moved away as you had an overwhelming sense come over you . “i w-wanna cum please ” he chuckled “ go on make a mess ” AUDIO ONE , TWO ! VISUALS !

2 MANY ATTACHMENTS ?!

if you had to describe him in one word it would be ‘ WHORE ’ whenever he had time he would take nude pictures or videos and send them to you . did you ask for them ? no , does he care ? boo no he doesn’t . So he sends you two to four attachments every other week and they are never the same . one day he’s whining for you “ please baby im a good boy ! i promise i’ve been such a good boy for youu ” and the next he’s degrading you “ how’s my dumb puppy ? are you missing me ? are you missing the way i fuck you stupid ? i bet you wish i was there touching you — you dumb slut ” . remember how i said the attachments are never the same there are times when he'll send old videos of him fucking the life out of your body — your arms tied up with you legs spread apart as he fucks you with vibrator and other toys. there are also videos of him doing requests you’ve asked him and he would never tell you no. “ baby you should record yourself cumming for me ” you made a joke but based on his face he wasn’t “ maybe i should ” .

AUDIO ! VISUALS ONE, TWO, THREE !

[holeforzenin]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ TELLING ROOMMATE TOJI HE’S A DILF

Toji’s in the kitchen, fresh out of the shower with a white towel slung around his neck and a tank top clinging to him like a second skin.

His hair’s still damp, messy from the way he towel-dried it and his sweatpants hang low on his hips like he knows exactly what tf he’s doing. He’s rummaging through the fridge, mumbling about how there’s “never any damn food in this house,” and all you can do is stare at the line of his back, the way his muscles shift under his shirt when he reaches up—

And it just comes out.

“You’re such a DILF”

Toji freezes. You freeze.

The fridge hums in the silence like it’s trying to save you both.

Slowly, he straightens and glances over his shoulder with a single brow raised with a surprised expression. “What’d you just say?”

“I said… um” You lick your lips. “You’re a DILF. You know, Dad I’d like to…” You trail off, your face burning. “…Fold laundry with”

He shuts the fridge door and turns fully to face you now, towel draped lazily around his neck, arms crossed and biceps flexing under his skin. That look in his eyes is somewhere between amused and predatory.

“Fold laundry, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nod, voice higher than usual. “Wholesome. Very domestic, you know what I’m saying?”

He takes a slow step toward you. Then another.

“You calling me old, sweetheart?”

“No! No, you’re like… hot old like mature”. You wince. “That’s worse, isn’t it?”

He huffs a low laugh through his nose, stopping and towering just in front of you and smelling like soap and man. His hand comes up, thumb brushing under your chin to tilt your face up to look at him.

“Y’think about me like that?” he asks, his voice low and amused. “Watching me around the house and fantasizing about folding laundry with me?”

“I mean… kinda hard not to,” you murmur, trying not to lean into his warm touch. “You walk around in those damn sweatpants like it’s your job”.

His grin turns sharp, cocky. “So you like the sweatpants”.

“I never said I didn’t”.

He chuckles loudly, that deep and warm sound that makes your stomach twist.

“Well then,” he murmurs, thumb still teasing the corner of your mouth, “next time you wanna call me a DILF, just say it with your chest, kid. Don’t go getting shy on me after”.

You swallow hard. “You gonna punish me for it?”

“Only if you don’t say it again”.

———

Something will be folded and it won’t be no damn laundry ✊🏻

[kentoruuu]

*squeeze*

satoru was never one to wake up on time so when he woke up and saw you in the kitchen looking so delectable in those slutty booty shorts he had to take advantage of your cluelessness

“oh my god satoru!”

“whaaat.. don’t act like it doesn’t turn you on”

“it does not” you gasped slapping him in his stomach

“oh pls sweetheart… if i pulled those pretty little panties down they’d be drenched more than the amazon river” he whispers in you ear tightening the grip on your waist pressing his morning wood into the crevice of your ass

“you dickhead you can’t just whisper sexy shit in my ear and expect me not to get wet it completely ruins the validity of your ‘supposed’ hypothesis”

“yea then lemme see” he swiftly turned you around and pulled down the tiny little shorts you had on that can barely even be classified as shorts and started inspecting your pretty little pussy

“oh princess… you really thought you could play me”rubbing his slender fingers through cunt spreading your slick into a creamy little mess

poking and prodding at your pussy turning you into a mess in what is supposed to be a sacred space

“you know i don’t like liars sweetheart don’t you?”

he was gradually getting more aggressive with his touches. sliding his hands all over your thighs and finally reaching your ass to bring his favorite meal to his face

suddenly there was no back talk coming from you. the kitchen was completely silenced

“fuuuckk i-i-i already t-told you toru… you can’t just talk to me like that”

making eye contact was the wrong decision it fed his ego made him eager to please

“admit it you like to be groped admit you like it when i take advantage of you”

“f-fuck no you s-sick f-fuck”

“admit it or i will walk away from you right now to finish this yourself”

“FUCK FINE i love it i love it so much when grope my pretty pussy toru”

he worked his tongue so amazingly you saw stars everytime. lick and sucking on your pretty bud like it was the last time he’d ever see it.

“just please let me cum make my pussy come please toru”

“that’s all i needed to hear sweetheart”

“come on my love i need you to come for me baby okay can you do that for me princess”

“mhm” you nod eagerly

“mmm that’s my girl come all over my fingers my love”

“yes yes yes don’t stop don’t stop toru”

gripping his silver white hair nails digging into his scalp. earning a groan from his mouth as you grind on his gorgeous face as you cum

one thing that you failed to notice was satoru too had reached his climax humping your leg until you felt the warm liquid dripping down your leg

“i knew you liked to be groped you fucking slut”

getting off his knees to squeeze the fat of your cheeks while doing so taking advantage of your deliriousness and shoving his tongue down your throat

“so what’s for breakfast”

[chsvok]

RUNWAY WALK.

pairing. photographer! toji x model!reader

suggestive ig??? this was my first time trying something like this… 1.3k wc. sort of proofread, i finished this at 2:40am on a school night.

You walked into the studio expecting the same, regular routine.

However, it was when you entered that you felt a weird shift in the air. Everyone was serious—too serious. The usual photographer that you had built a great bond with? Gone. Now replaced with a man whose build screamed “dangerous”. His broad shoulders, wide muscular back, thick huge arms that could make his shirt sleeves pop any second, and an intimidating scar on the edge of his lips in a way that made your stomach churn.

He looked up, gaze sharp and attentive to everything surrounding him, dressed in all black like he had just left from shooting a cover at Vogue Magazine.

He watched you intensely, eyes raking all over your body, practically undressing you as you walked towards him in a cute little miniskirt and baby tee, your heels making a clack! sound as you stepped on the white tiled floor.

“You’re not the usual photographer. Definitely not what I was expecting. I’m [name].” Your voice was soft, laced with honey as you tilted your head up at him. He was tall. Gosh, was he sent from Heaven?

He licked his lips, curling them into a teasing smirk.

“Toji. And, neither are you, sweetheart. I can already tell you’ll be a distraction.” You froze, caught off guard by his comment.

“Now, you just gonna stand there, or are you gonna haul your pretty self ready to work?”

You blinked, astounded. Your heart hammered in your chest and you felt heat rushing up your neck. The words seemed to just echo in your head as you turned around and headed towards your changing room.

Your eyes, however, widened as you saw the lacy pink slip dress and the baby pink sheer robe that you had to put on. You never got nervous for shoots, never. It wasn’t remotely normal. But the reaction he was getting out of you? Jesus.

You slipped into it slowly, your fingers dragging across over the delicate soft material as you caught sight of yourself in the mirror.

You drew quick breaths in and out, your hands slightly clammy as you pulled the door open. The robe clung to your skin as you walked back towards the set where everyone, and him, were waiting.

Everyone’s eyes, including his were locked on you. Set had grown quiet because you? You looked out of this world.

The lights were slightly dimmed, a barely noticeable pink hue in the back to add some color.

“Off.” His voice was rough, demanding. But oh-so-hot that had you thinking things that were unprofessional. Your fingers twitched as you brought your hands towards the pink sheer material.

“Slowly.” His camera was on you, ready to capture what screamed like the most seductive shoot you’ve ever had to do. You obeyed, the robe falling slowly to your feet like water.

It felt like everyone there was holding their breaths, the scene almost too suggestive to watch.

The camera flashed once. Then twice. And continued on as you began posing.

“Good,” Toji murmured, stepping slightly closer but not too close as to invade your space. “That’s it, just like that sweetheart.”

He spoke command after command. Camera flashing one word after the other.

“Fuck, that’s great. Part your lips a little.”

His voice was intimate. Controlled. While the other photographers seemed to talk and direct, the only person you could see and hear was him.

It wasn’t about posing or trying to find the right angles anymore. No. You were performing. For him, and only him.

The final click of the camera came, Toji’s exhale and lowering of the camera signaling the shoot had ended.

“We’re done.” His voice was husked as his eyes were dead set on you and nobody else. You reached down, grabbing your robe and wrapping it around your body once more to cover every inch of the exposed skin under the sheer fabric of the slip dress.

“Shit that was….”

“Intense?” He interrupted, a smirk plastered on his lips as his gaze raked over you. You nodded and watched as he took slow, deliberate steps toward you.

“Oh, sweetheart, you haven’t seen or felt intense just yet.”

Right, of course. Your heels clicked against the floor as you walked back to the changing room. You exhaled once you entered the room, letting the robe fall slowly from your shoulders.

However, you paused when you heard a knock.

“You looked real good out there, princess.” His voice could be heard from the outside.

“Oh really?” Your voice drew out, a smile hard to contain dancing on your lips.

“Couldn’t look away.” You bit your lip. That makes two of us, you thought. You hadn’t been able to look away from the very moment you stepped foot in the studio. You contemplated. Do the most unprofessional thing you’ve ever done in your entire career—or go home pissed, knowing you had the chance at possibly the best fuck of your life and you let it slip right through your fingers.

The answer was simply obvious.

You opened the door and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the room. He whistled as he eyed you. “Needy, huh?”

“Shut up.” You said frustrated and his eyes darkened as he reached for you, cupping your face as he connected his lips to yours.

His mouth was rough—slightly needy, like he had been holding himself back all day. You melted into the kiss, fingers grasping his shirt tightly as he backed you up against the wall harshly. His hands roamed your body—touching, feeling, what he couldn’t get his hands on earlier.

His pushed his tongue forcibly into your mouth and you moaned into him, your body arching closer towards him as his hands slipped down to grip your waist. His hands were rough, and you were sure he was gonna leave marks.

He pulled back, breathing heavily. “Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.” He studied your face—watching as your eyes drooped and the tiniest bit of saliva rolled down your chin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you, and not with a camera this time.

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