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dimepdf · 2 years ago

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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you're tired of having to put up with your spoiled brat of a boyfriend, finally snapping at him readying to throw away being the ornament in his rich lifestyle until Toji shows you that not all Fushiguro men aren't giving.

pairing. toji fushiguro x reader , megumi fushiguro x reader

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, pwp, porn with plot, cheating au, hurt/comfort (?), dilf!Toji, jealousy, insecurity, toxic relationship, spoiled rich, eat the rich, age gap, size difference, height difference, biting, rough sex, man handling, pet names, daddy kink | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Maybe it was shallow, staying in your almost four year long relationship while hanging onto that string of hope that maybe—just maybe—Megumi would wake from his stubborn, stuck-up, rich boy era and realize that you had truly stuck with him through thick and thin.

The first year of your relationship was all clear skies and cruising: being college sweethearts in love.

It was normal for you two to go through a few rough patches, and trying to figure out how to fit into each other's new adult lives was just even more difficult.

Well, apparently to the billionaire playboy, who has so much free time to party but not spend quality time with his girlfriend, but you promised to look past that!

The third-year mark hit, and you were just a girl willing to turn a new leaf and push aside all the insults your best friends would say under their breath about your man and just stick it out because you really did love Megumi, and that included all of his faults.

Including the times he'd make snobbish comments when you mentioned how you hadn't heard of a certain expensive food name, and how he'd seemingly vanish from the face of the earth, ignoring all of your texts and calls for weeks, only to show up on Instagram posting about being on some party cruise ship with all of his friends.

Recounting the many times When you two did spend time together, he was too busy on his PS4 ignoring your advances for sex.

Trying to break the month-long dry spell you were in, only getting some action if you fell to your knees and gave him a blowjob so he could completely disregard your needs after returning to his game.

But tonight was the final nail in the coffin.

When Toji invited his son and you to one of his opening events weeks in advance.

You gladly accepted and congratulated him on his hard work as a hot ass bachelor and CEO stacking up wealth as well as being a father to the bratty muck of a son like it was nothing.

You were genuinely proud of the older man for juggling his business life with such ease.

Megumi didn't seem to have the same idea, despite being entirely built up in the wealth of position that he had now because he had been simply handed a high position in the same field as his father.

You’d think that maybe he would have just a moderate amount of respect for his father, but unfortunately, that bar you had set was just too high for Megumi’s stuck-up personality.

Throwing a tantrum the entire time you two were getting ready for the event, it was made even more embarrassing by the fact that the Fushiguro men shared the same luxury mansion.

With the left wing dedicated entirely to Megumi's egocentric lifestyle and his pathetic rabble about how stupid and lame the "party" was going to be bouncing off the cold marble walls, no doubt reaching Toji on the other side of the home.

You had managed to lighten his mood by suggesting that he drive one of his annoyingly loud and brightly colored sports cars to the event.

the one that was so low that you would grunt every time you slid into the passenger's seat.

It wasn’t exactly comparable with the dark red slip dress that you were wearing, but you were willing to make a couple of sacrifices for Toji’s honor.

The event had started exactly as you had expected it to: on the red carpet, lined with celebrity guests, with higher-ups posing for pictures with the crowds of fans and paparazzi behind the dividers, shouting directions and names.

Being in the spotlight was still a little new to you, being thrust into the rich lifestyle took longer to get used to.

Especially when you had a boyfriend that loved to soak up as much attention as he possibly could.

That's why you shouldn't be surprised when Megumi gets out of his car, shoves the keys into the young valet's hand with a snide remark.

Glides past you, waves to all the paparazzi shouting his name, and welcomes the flashing lights with open arms.

Watching him walk down the carpet with his cookie-cutter poses and disappear inside the building leaves you trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

It took you an hour to find him through the crowd of people, tucked away in some inclusive section with people that flocked to him as if he were a goddess.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, but it was just one person who had caught your eye, and he was completely distracted by another woman.

Whatever they were chatting about was enough to have him smiling quite genuinely—the smile that you hadn’t seen since the first few months of your relationship—the months you were convinced that Megumi cared about you and wasn’t using you as some perfect purse dog girlfriend for the media

You could only watch as she had gotten too comfortable, her hand resting on the front of Megumi's chest as he would lean down just to whisper something that she would find too fucking funny.

Completely immersed in the conversation that they had together enough to not be noticed for a while as the two chuckled to each other.

What makes it worse is that she was the first to notice you standing aside, her hand unmoving as she gave you a tight smile.

Megumi follows her stare, his expression falling just before he could catch it drawing you to his side. "Baby, there you are. I was looking for you all night," liar, but you still smile at his greeting. "___ this is Nobara, my friend from high school, she was the one to save my ass from failing every class."

"Meggy, you make it sound like we were just friends of my god." Nobara’s laugh had a high pitch to it, her smile never dropping as she playfully swung her hand at his shoulder, letting the hand rest there for a moment too long.

You keep it classy: "It's so nice to finally meet you. I don't think I’ve ever heard my boyfriend talk about you much, but then again, he had a lot of friends." Despite her open flirting with Megumi as if you weren't standing in front of her.

You weren't really in the mood to start a catfight, especially with so many eyes around.

"Wait a minute, Megumi, you finally got someone to tie you down, that's so unexpected!" She gasps, trying to entice something out of you, but you don’t bite the bait even when Megumi laughs loudly like he couldn't believe it himself.

"I know, I know, you won’t believe how many other people are also surprised." His callous response explains why people assumed he was single.

"I mean, gosh, you were just the school's famous playboy. I swear you told me that you preferred to just sleep around when I first asked you out." Her eyes trail down your dress, taking in your entire outfit.

"Look at you now, in a relationship with someone so... humble." She giggles, your fist knotting into the silk material of your dress as you suddenly become the subject of a joke that even Megumi has failed to stifle a laugh at.

"Some people can’t always be fixed," he continues, reaching his finger out to one of the drink staff and signaling a drink over. "But she's a looker; when she really wants to be, that's all that really matters."

Nobara laughs as your expression slowly drops, feeling like an ornament out of place. It wasn't uncommon for Megumi to give you backhanded compliments, but that didn't mean that it had hurt any less than the many other times he would downplay your attractiveness.

It doesn't even bother you that he doesn't even pretend like he cares that he had hurt your feelings, your face fell into a bored glare now that all the had ridden from your mood as their conversation continues.

You entertain yourself with more glasses of champagne being handed out by the staff, ignoring the sideways glances you would get from Megumi after watching you down every drink.

Any politeness you had felt was washed away with the warm tipsy buzz tasting on your tongue.

It wasn't enough to have you fully drunk though the last thing you wanted to do was unleash that side of you in such a professional place.

She boasted about taking an early flight to Paris the following morning for some modeling opportunity, which the more she talked about, the less you cared.

Like a prayer had decided it was time for her to veer away for the night, letting Megumi kiss the knuckle of her hand before leaving.

You could see the scowl on his face forming the moment she finally leaves you to let out a tired sigh, rolling your eyes as Megumi turns to glare down at you for whatever made-up shit reasons he was going to force the blame on you for.

"You could have been a lot nicer, you know," you hum in a gesture showing him that you didn't really care but chose to agree anyway.

"You don't see me acting like a bitch to any of your friends. Nobara is the most giving person I’ve ever known, maybe you could start taking notes from her instead of acting like you're better than everyone for once.'' The statement makes you laugh, the type of laugh that has your hand coming up to cover your face as you let out a snort.

It only catches a few people's attention, but they return back to their conversation without much comment.

And that's how the conversation ends because you just walk away, using your hand to hold a wine glass in his hand before returning to the thick of the crowd of people, leaving Megumi fuming in his circle of friends.

This night was about congratulating Toji for all of his achievements, and you weren't going to take anything away from that because of his spoiled asshole son.

So you divide your attention elsewhere, mingling with others as best as you possibly can all the way until the end.

The drive home was dead silent, possibly since Megumi never allowed you to control the radio while he was driving, let alone roll up your window.

You could only smile to yourself, knowing he was just so unhappy from the way he gripped his wheel in angry glances that he would give you to let you know that he was angry, ignored as you leaned your head against the window and watched the scenery pass by.

He doesn't stop, not even bothering to wait for you as he slams the car door shut and stomps his way to the bedroom.

You can only sigh as you slowly follow him, bracing yourself for whatever earful he's bound to give you.

The argument would always lead to him crying and shouting, Megumi just had the patience of a toddler who would blow up when he couldn't get anything that he wanted.

He was used to living his life with a silver spoon in his mouth and was too wrapped up in his own picture-perfect world to realize that other people around him were truly hurting.

You had gotten used to letting him blow some steam, calling you names, degrading your morals, and downplaying all of your insecurities, it was all just a loop.

The same things he'd say over and over, knowing they'd elicit some sort of reaction from you.

So you walked out.

Not literally, since you two had lived together and an Uber ride to the closest hotel would have been at least $100 bucks tops—fucking California—you just walked to one of many guest bedrooms that were on the other side of the house.

Kicking off your heels as they clacked against the cold marble floors, the one thing on your mind was how much you just wanted the day to end.

"Oh hey, ___, I was just looking for you." You had caught sight of Toji closing the front door, losing his gray tie with the other hand as he was dressed in a dark suit.

The older man looked incredibly handsome even when he wasn't all dressed up.

You were convinced there was something in the Fushiguro gene that just made every single one of them attractive.

"Me?" was all that you could manage, realizing that maybe you should've held back just a little on the champagne.

All of your compliments are thrown out the window at the mere sight of the self-made businessman.

You pretend not to notice him checking you out, shifting your weight to try to stop yourself from pressing your thoughts together as he advances closer to you.

"I was surprised you didn't say anything to me at the mixer," he grins, wrapping his muscly arm around your waist and leading you to the kitchen.

"You know how much I despise those things, and I was hoping you'd come to keep me company," he teased, his head leaning on top of yours as he pouted.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr.Fushiguro, I was just so tired from meeting everyone. I think I should actually end up in bed now." You mutter the last part, stopping in your tracks and taking a step back to shake yourself from his grasp.

Toji hesitates for a second, his eyes glancing over to the hallway that leads to his son's bedroom before turning back to you.

"How about you make up for the lost time?" He smiles, leaning in closer.

You couldn't fully recall what had happened to lead up to the moment, but before you knew it, you were all spread out with your chest resting against the kitchen island.

Standing on the tips of your toes as your hands were held pressed against your spine by Toji’s palm.

Hiccuping on pleas as his hand rested itself against the curve of your ass as his hips smacked roughly against your ass.

Watching the hilt of his dick disappear inside of your pussy burying himself inside of your stomach as you squirmed from the full feeling.

Your dress had been ruined by the wet stains on the fabric as well as the huge tear that ran up your side when Toji tore it in frustration trying to get it past your hips.

"You look even better without it anyway," he apologized before biting into your shoulder before you could respond.

"Ah, ah, not too loud, pretty girl." His gravelly voice cooed in your ear.

A whimper slipped out of you, catching your breath for just a moment before his hands could turn you around.

Pushing you against the edge of the counter just to get better leverage to grab the back of your thighs.

Picking you up with ease, your legs wrapped around his waist as your arms knotted around his neck, straddling his torso as he lifted you enough for his tip to press against you and his lower stomach.

Lifting you with just one arm in to position himself back inside of you, the action leaving you gasping in pleasure as he bounced you on his cock.

The weight of you fell, only burying the width of him to reach deeper parts of your body. Once he had gotten a good grasp around your legs, his pace was merciless.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the kitchen as you buried your face in the crook of his neck to keep yourself from completely melting in his hold.

As your orgasm left you whining out his name, his hips piston inside of you through it.

Toji had caught you from falling back as he laid you against the kitchen counter, your back resting against the cold marbles as your chest rose and fell.

"You’ve never been fucked by a real man before, have you princess?" He sighs, spreading your thighs apart, before shoving back inside, your hips bucking against the bud of his thumb as it rubbed circles against your clit.

“Just lay back and let daddy show you how a real man should cherish you.”

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pawstriez · 2 years ago

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• — ♱ synopsis — toji teaches you to abide by his rules.

• — ♱ content warning - pwp, minors dni! meandom! toji but he softens up later on, f! reader, sub! reader, masturbation, fingering, doggystyle, missionary, overstimulation, breeding, squirting, daddy kink, use of pet names such as ꒰ slut, sweetheart, angel ꒱ toji has a chest tat i don’t make the rules. toji also has somewhat of a humiliation kink???

• — ♱ notes - i had to write about ceo toji again bc he’s been clouding my brain. this one is a long one, i loved this idea :p thank u for reading, ily, & reblogs and interactions are always appreciated <33

coming home to you was toji’s favorite part of the day.

after a excruciatingly long week, he could finally return home to his pretty wife; who’s just as eager to see him too— sending flirty texts and selfies while he’s at work typing up documents. toji may not have shown it often, but when he was away from you, he felt empty. it was nothing more than a blessing and a privilege to arrive home smothered with hugs and kisses — everything he’d missed while at the office. it was a feeling he’d never get tired of, a sight he’d never want to be shielded from.

but tonight, he couldn’t exactly say he was too pleased when he got home.

the thunder outside roared loudly as toji stepped foot into your shared humble abode, expecting to be greeted by you within seconds. but to his surprise, you seemed to have had other plans.

the usual aroma of your perfume was absent from toji’s vicinity— you were nowhere to be found. his gruff voice echoed through the home, calling out for you as he paced around the house. kitchen? empty. living room? empty? backyard? empty. not a single sight of the presence he craved most. he assumed maybe you’d gone out for groceries or maybe with a friend for dinner— but that theory was debunked the moment he heard a faint buzzing sound coming from behind your bedroom door.

heavy footsteps stomped toward the bedroom, with a hand on the doorknob and a determined look on his face, his movements were put at a halt. a familiar symphony played behind the barricade and toji’s brain began putting the pieces together.

without another thought, his hand twisted at the doorknob, creaking it open slowly as he peeked a head into the room.

he’d finally found his wife— and god, was it a beautiful sight.

you laid flat; back against the mattress with your legs spread as far as they could be— your laced panties pulled to the side. your hands held a tiny pink toy in the shape of a rose, that same hand being between your thighs as your mouth produced strangled moans and whimpers. the man’s fist bawled beside him— angry.

he hated when you did this; masturbating. it was a reoccurring debate in your relationship, toji claiming that it was ridiculous to do so when you had a husband willing to fuck you whenever you wanted. you’d always laugh him off, finding it humorous that the simple task damaged his little ego— but you knew the rules and you knew how strictly toji felt about them — so why would you break them?

he found it captivating how you hadn’t noticed his presence. you were so clouded by bliss that you didn’t realize his tall figure now standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. it wasn’t until the startling sound of his throat clearing caught your attention. you averted your eyes to your husband— your heart beating from the build up of your orgasm and the scare of toji’s unannounced appearance.

“what're you stopping for? you like actin’ up when i’m not around, so do it now” he hissed, darkened eyes fixed on you and the small mess between your legs. you only sat there; not a single movement made. you were startled, yet still aroused.

truthfully, you thought you had a good thirty more minutes before his arrival, your impatience let your hormones get the best of you. you pout, still not saying a single word. he was overreacting. it wasn’t like you’d fucked yourself to a lousy video online; you still had your hubby in mind— you always did.

“not talkin’ to me now either? i see you’re just breakin’ all the rules tonight aren’t ya’?”

you shake your head in a ‘no’ gesture, only egging him on more from the ongoing stillness he called the silent treatment. it seemed like you blinked once and toji was removing his fastened button-up shirt, the fabric uncovering the abstract ink that spread across his chest. he then moved to his belt, slowly undoing the leather before moving to his slacks and underwear until nothing but his cock sprung free.

it was so pretty. he was girthy with some length on him; from the head to his shaft ran blue-ish veins that stuck out more when it thumped from pressure, as well as a sticky fat tip that leaked of precum that you loved licking clean.

“get your ass over here, now.”

you powered off your forbidden toy, placing it on the side of the nightstand before inching toward your straight-faced husband. he took his cock in his hand and slapped it against his tummy; his way of of telling you to get on your knees. before you could bring yourself to begin, you lifted your head to look him in the eyes, your pretty lashes flickering up at him in a pleading manner.

“t-toji i’m sorry, baby. i shouldn’t have—“

“shut the fuck up,” he interjects, breathing heavily through his nostrils, “and no hands. take it all.”

his demands weren’t exactly impossible to meet; your pouted lips part to wrap around his leaking cock, taste buds recognizing his salty substance in an instant. you began with soft kitten licks to his tip, running your tongue over the slit as a warmup. any other time, this would’ve been the usual, but as of tonight, toji wasn’t putting up with your games.

his rough hand cupped under your chin as he held your jaw open, “do it right or it’s gonna’ be worse for you. i’m not fuckin’ around, y/n. you’ve pissed me off enough.”

“i’m sorry,” you whine, placing a hand on his thigh only for him to shun it away.

“don’t apologize, get to work.”

and you did— for the second time, you took him into your mouth, the warm sensation of your throat causing toji to groan. with his hand still on your jaw, he guided your head back and forth; the sounds of your gagging making him tense up in your mouth. spit began to form in both corners of your mouth as you continued you suck and choke on his hard on.

“yeah, swallow all that shit,” he encouraged, your heart fluttering at the given praise. you tried your best to engulf him in, but due to his size your throat struggled to take him, but that didn’t stop your determination. you gagged around him, your hands resting on your thighs for balance as he vigorously fucked your face; his hands now cradling the back of your head as you tried to take more of him in.

toji didn’t fail to notice your effort. he knew he was big and that’s what made it all the more fun; seeing his pretty little wife struggle to take what’s hers. but if he had to admit it, you really were trying your best— your eyes looking up at him with hope, continuing to search for some sort of approval as your nose got closer to meeting his pelvis. you were almost there and he was so proud of you, but he couldn’t show that of course— not when he was supposed to be teaching you a lesson.

he continued to fuck your face, observing as spit and precum convered you. in guilt, he decided to give you a breather, pulling away with a string of saliva hanging from his cock. you looked so beautiful— drool pooling from your now swollen lips that ached for a kiss.

“on the bed,” was all he muttered to get you to rise from your knees. you positioned yourself on the mattress, allowing your legs to spread open so he could have a clear sight of your leaking cunt. your pussy was so pretty— and not to compare, but he’s claimed it to be the prettiest he’s ever seen; two soaking lips that held your sensitive bud between them— and don’t even him him started on the taste.

“what were you doin’ when i got home, sweetheart?” he asks, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it come from your sweet mouth instead.

“toji— please.”

“nah, tell me. what were you doin’?”

you sent him a shameful glance, embarrassed but turned on all at once. your husband had a habit of doing that during sex— watching you become flustered from just simple dirty talk; it was almost like he got off from humiliating you.

“t-touching myself,” you finally state.

“and what’d i say about that?”

your chest heaves as he reaches a hand down to touch at your lower half. he traced over the damp patch in your underwear; the exact spot being the delicate beauty of your clit.

“that if i w-wanted you..all i had to do was ask,” you stumble over your words as the man rubbed at your spot, the slow circles around the sensitive area causing you to whine.

“ah, exactly. so, you wanna’ tell me why i walked in on you being a fuckin’ slut?” he grumbles, in a calm, yet, harsh way.

“toji— i’m sorry, please, baby—“ a small pat to your cunt interrupts your jumbled sentence, toji being unpleased with your answer. you could feel his cold fingers begin to push over the fabric that shielded you.

“answer me.”

“because— fuck! i missed you. you’ve been so busy at work. i don’t know toji— i was thinking of you, only you,” you plead, eyes shutting from the small amount of pleasure. he slowly stuck his middle and ring finger into you, the cold metal of his wedding ring grazing against your walls. you let out a small sigh, rolling your eyes to the back of your head as his fingertips pushed against that sweet spot.

“and that gives you the right to be a greedy brat?” he presses. you could barely give him a clear response, the pleasure was overwhelming and the cool temperature of the room didn’t make it any better; nipples hardened and goosebumps covering your skin.

“n-no! i’m sorry, please fuck me, toji!”

he laughs, lips churning to a smile that uncovered his pearly whites, “but weren’t you just fuckin’ that silly little toy? now you want some dick— after i told you over and over again i’d be happy to make this pretty pussy cum any time of day?”

“toji- i wan’ it. i won’t ever do it again.”

toji had a love/hate for punishments. a part of him wanted to fuck you dumb as a lesson, but the other half of him wanted hold you close with his head buried into your neck, making you cream all over his cock as he as he apologizes for not tending to your needs sooner— but you had to learn one way or another.

toji pulled his fingers from your pussy, a cry escaping your lips as you yearned for his contact. his palms grabbed at your feet, pulling you toward the edge of the bed, “flip over and arch your back.”

you wasted no time doing so, making your stomach touch the cool sheets as your ass was held high in the air. toji’s cock twitched at the sight because, well…damn. he didn’t know whether it was the angle or the position, but your ass somehow looked bigger than it was when he last fucked you this way. he couldn’t believe he’d been missing out on this— your sweet, fucking pussy that just craved him and only him.

toji fully removed your panties, getting rid of the hassle of pulling them to the side. looking down, he gathered up a wad of saliva in his mouth, spitting on both his dick and your already wet cunt— lubricating you both.

“t-toji please put it in— i need it.”

“you really rushin’ me like this after how you’ve behaved? after how you’ve disrespected me,” he asks, rubbing his tip against your folds; wetness coating him.

reaching your arms back, your manicured hands spread your cheeks apart, letting him see your pretty pussy open and ready for him, “fuck me. i’ve been bad, but i-i can take it, i promise,” you hiccup, looking back at him with sweet doe eyes that held nothing but lust. toji had never seen you this way— so needy. so willing to take him without another thought in that mind of yours.

usually, you ran from dick, but tonight you needed him— bad.

you’d spent too much time away from one another. with toji working almost every day, it’s hard to get a moment to have such intimacy. he took it as disrespectful for you to please yourself, but who else would do it if he wasn’t here?

“stay like this. if you run, i’ll walk away and leave your ass here, understand?” his comment came out as a low groan due to the feeling of him finally sliding into your warmth. titling his head to the side, he watched as you nodded, sucking him in so effortlessly with your tightness. he placed his hands on top of yours that still rested on your ass; his way of holding you down while still keeping you so open.

“ooo— fuck yes, toji!”

your moan was loud as his pace was rough, but not too fast— still wanting you to adjust to his size. toji was mesmerized. between watching himself split you open to the way your ass jiggled with every thrust, he didn’t know what to focus on. you were just so pretty beneath him like this.

“pussy’s so tight. she missed me, huh? missed me stretching her out every night?” he mumbles, but it’s loud enough for you to hear, making you clench around him. toji released your hands and let them fall to your side as he gripped at your hips; his thrusts becoming more prominent with every cry, every whimper, and every moan you let fly from your lips.

“yes, yes, yes— missed you. missed you s-so much, baby,” you whine, your voice battling to compete with the sounds of rain outside the window and a queefing, sopping cunt.

“ha, look at that, she’s talkin’ to me too, y/n.”

although you couldn’t see him, you knew there was a smirk expanding across his face. he was fucking you so good. you could barely ponder a single thought in your pretty little head. your mouth was hung open with your tits pressed against the mattress as he drilled into you like never before— it was all so much at once.

“take it, take it all. feel me fuckin’ you? it’s better than a toy ain’t it? yeah, i know it is,” he grunts. you could feel your orgasm approaching, the curve of his length kissing your g-spot over and over again. just when you were about to release, toji pulled out, standing on the back of his heels while slapping his tip on your cheek— an aggravated moan leaving you.

“toj— what the fuck? w-why would you—“ your complaints were cut off by a loud slap! sound. the stinging gesture to your ass making you jump.

“watch your mouth, y/n. fuck me back and stop bein’ lazy.” he utters, watching as you adjust your arch.

with your hands stretched in front of you, your fingers tightly hold the sheets as you begin to move up and down his dick, a creamy white liquid staining him. toji stumbled back a bit at how hard you were trying, your ass pushing against him damn near making him cum at just a few movements.

“just like that, sweetheart. there you fuckin’ go.”

“toji— daddy, im gonna’ cum!” you cry, your actions becoming faster when you realize toji is following your pace, fucking himself into you while grabbing the plush of your sides. he could feel you pulling him in as you reached for your second climax.

“hold it.”

“but— toji, please i’m—“ you plea, reaching back to grab at his arm for support only for him to slap it away and tell you to take it. you squeezed and clamped around him like you were holding on for dear life; and he loved it. the deep strokes he was giving you were degrading and you were eating them all up.

“gonna’ cum on this dick? hm? gonna’ wet my shit up?” he expresses, watching the motion of your ass crash back on him.

so fucking pretty.

“y-yes! i’m gonna’ cum. aah— baby, i’m- oh my—fuck!”

once you finally came down, small sighs and whimpers could be heard coming from you. toji slowly slid out of you, your pussy making an airy, gape noise as you set him loose.

“can you give me another one?” he whispers against your ear, and you nod— letting him flip you onto your back. toji could now see your face; it’s in an exhausted state, eyes batting as you struggle to keep them open to return his gaze. you looked so pretty. honest truth, he didn’t think he’d last very long doing this position tonight.

“yes, i can give y-you one more. please, i wanna’ make you cum, toji.”

for the first time tonight, toji placed a chaste kiss on your lips. you didn’t exactly know what changed. he went from fucking you with no remorse as a punishment to being gentle and attentive to your quivering body.

“spread your legs angel.”

you obeyed, toji assisting you by propping your legs onto his shoulders. this way, he could hit it deeper, harder— if you asked. he tapped his cock onto your clit a few times, fomenting your already quivering thighs.

“look at me when i put it in,” he demands. your eyes quickly opened to peer up at your husband— you could now see the man you’ve missed so much; forehead sticky, a thin silver chain around his neck that you liked to hold between your teeth as he fucked you, and a set of tattoos that covered most of his chest— astonishing.

the feeling of toji’s dick sliding into you was something you’d always crave. his breaths were shaky and his grunts were loud.

“shit, pussy’s so fuckin’ wet just for me, huh? all for me.”

“daddy—fuck, you feel so good.”

he lets out a breathy laugh, “yeah? you like when i fuck you like this?” he inquires, thrusts becoming more fleeting as time went on. you held on tightly to his forearms that were planted beside you, clawing at the veins that ran up them.

“harder, toji.”

thankfully, he was one of the good ones who knew the dissimilarity between faster and harder; his dick ramming into you like a hammer on nails. and you took it so well, with your tits bouncing and your head thrown back, sucking in harsh breaths of air while crying out his name like a prayer.

“keep screamin’,” he grunts, lowering his body down to your neck, biting a licking at the skin in an attempt to leave a mark, “let em’ know who’s pussy this is.”

“it’s yours, toji. it’s only yours— i-i love you, please cum in me.”

toji’s hands moved from the side of you to your tear stained cheeks to caress them, holding your face in his hands as he rocked into you making your body jolt.

“i love you too, beautiful. you’re gonna’ make me cum n’ breed that pussy, you want that? hm?” he asks, more so as consent than opposed to dirty talk. you rapidly nod your head, wrapping your hands around his wrists while staring deeply into his drowsy eyes.

you lifted your head a little to plant kisses onto his scarred lip, noses touching and grazing against one another as your tongues battled for control. it was messy, it was steamy, and most importantly, it was love.

“ssss’ fuck— i’m cummin’ baby. aah, shit.”

he hissed his last few moans while still fucking you senseless, your third orgasm coming over you in a wave of pleasure; juices you hadn’t seen in a while spurting all over his stomach. although he’d already came, he continued to fuck into you until you were breathless and weak under his touch, shaking from the overwhelming force.

he soon pulled out of you completely, removing your legs from his shoulders and laying his enormous body on top of your smaller one. your foreheads were touching and you were all out of breath, basking in one another’s devotion. the two of you stayed that way for a while, toji hugging and kissing at the sweaty skin of your chest and stomach.

“toji,” you say barely above a whisper.

“are you alright, angel? did i hurt you?”

you smile at his concern, his bushy eyebrows furrowing, “no, i’m okay. you’re just the only man i know that would ever be jealous of an inanimate object,” you laugh.

“y’know, i can’t really be jealous. i haven’t exactly been as present as you’ve liked me to be and i apologize for that.”

you place a kiss on his lips while grinning at his sincerity. you knew he didn’t mean any harm, and after all, he was working to please and give you the life you deserved.

“if you really want me to stop using the toy i’ll get rid of it,” you suggest, only to have him shut you up with a smack on your thigh.

“nah, maybe i can use it on you sometime. have a competition to see who can make you cum first,” he jokes, earning a small giggle from you.

“you’re so annoying.”

“only for you, my love. only for you.”

#saaturnowrites #toji x y/n #toji x black y/n #toji x black reader #toji x reader #jjk #toji smut #jjk smut #toji fushiguro

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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Job!Character | m • list

“I don’t care if his collars blue or white — as long as he treat me right, it don’t matter.”

💠 All Works are NSFW 💠

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📌 Security gurads!ConJeanRen

📌 Pilot!Eren

📌 Deliveryman!Eren

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📌 Youth Leader!Eren

📌 Kpop fanboy!Eren

📌 Gardener!Jean

📌 Meteorologist!Jean

📌 Politician!Connie

📌 Funeral director!Connie

📌 Shop Assistant!Armin

📌 Actor!Armin ⚜️

📌 Laundromat technician!Levi

📌 Sofa salesman!Porco

📌 Tow truck driver!Reiner

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📌 Tennis Player!Nanami

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starpens · 3 years ago

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RAPPORT ┊ ꒰ fushiguro toji x female reader ꒱ content ༄ fushiguro toji's third housewife arc, husband!toji, stoner!toji, housewife!reader, pet names, lots of cussing, usage of drugs (mj), choking, daddy kink, size kink, degradation, overstimulation, unprotected sex (toji's the type to say he's too big for condoms lbr), anal play, cum play, watersports (flashback), depictions of a toxic relationship, soft toji at the end because why not. w.c ༄ 6.3k synopsis ༄ you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you expected both of you to come home to an empty house at some point in your relationship. what you didn’t expect was the love of your life neglecting you after disappearing for months. note from satorhime ༄ cross-posted to ao3. i’m not new to writing fics, but i am new to writing jjk fics. i’m down bad for any man who brings a glock to a dragon fight and that man rn is toji. i hope you enjoy reading 6k of toji being a lil nasty! reblogs and interactions are loved!

how in the hell did you end up becoming involved with the sorcerer killer? sure, many girls your age were thrilled by the concept of a bad boy, that was true. bad boys, meaning, trust fund posers who drove motorcycles co-signed by their rich ceo daddies; drenched down in designer cologne, shades, and italian leather jackets to look the part. frauds. little boys. girls like you did not get involved with dangerously handsome men, infamous assassins like fushiguro toji. so why did you?

you wonder this each day. not a second guess or regret of your decision to be with him, but more like a recurring thought in your head at all hours when he isn't around. during any task, too. as you pick up a bloody shirt he threw haphazardly over the couch in the apartment. while scrubbing a spot on a dirty plate as you washed the dishes from last night's dinner he didn't come home to. when you lay awake at night with stubborn tears in your eyes, loneliness capsizing your happiness and cold sheets making you miss the warmth of his hulking body next to you in bed.

you knew that a relationship with toji would be difficult. you craved the attention of a lover and he didn't. you expected both of you to come home to an empty apartment at some point, not just you. you were a grade two jujutsu sorcerer and toji killed people like you every day for a pack of cigarettes and a quick buck he could blow in a back alley card game. your naivety had you anticipating an average modern day couple with jobs and schedules that didn't agree with each other. you were wrong, of course. because here you were, missing him, dressed in one of his big ol' tees that his scent still clung to. day 31 of hoping for him to come home— fushiguro toji's meek and mild little wifey.

he'd been a decent boyfriend as far as you could remember. he didn't spoil you like he spoiled his gambling problem, but he held your hand as you two went on whatever date you wanted. he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises in your ear at dinner. he brought home gifts occasionally, claiming he thought it was your birthday when it wasn't. he'd been a decent boyfriend, but he hasn't been a good husband at all.

yes, you married him. in secret. the great adversary of jujutsu society.

but now, you felt like an afterthought to him. his third wife he married because he'd been pussy drunk and it seemed like a good idea to pop the question at the time. not because he was in love with you. just duties of a man and all that shit. you had giggled like a schoolgirl, said yes immediately, and he figured it'd be fine—he'd give you a house, a couple of kids to distract you, and he could do whatever he wanted. he never expected you to love him. to notice when he came home at late hours dripping blood all over the tiles. to want a loving relationship, to want more than the affection he usually allowed with his women. to want more beyond toji patting your hair and cooing filth in your ear as he fucked you raw into the mattress, licking at the hot tears you shed as he ruined you for other men.

not that you could ever want another man because god help you— no really, help— you loved the one you already had.

and it was love that made your eyes light up like a lantern instead of being upset when he walked through the door of the apartment, home at last.

"toji, you're back!" you greet with a surprised gasp, as if you'd seen a ghost. but you were damn right to be shocked, a contract taking him away from you for a month. setting down the knife you were using to slice vegetables for dinner, you wipe your hands on a dish towel before whirling around to get a good look at your husband who sauntered into the kitchen.

six weeks, he'd been away.

you thought he was dead.

he jerks his head in a single nod, barely acknowledging you as he pushes his way past you with a big, battle-scarred hand on your waist. fushiguro toji is not an affectionate man, so you don't think he's even paying attention when he gives your soft waist a generous squeeze that has you swallowing thickly. touch-starved little thing you are.

whenever toji is in close proximity, it's hard to ignore what a ridiculous monstrosity this man truly is. he cuts an intimidating figure with broad shoulders that barely fit through the door, biceps bulging against those tight black tees he buys a size smaller because they're cheaper. standing six-foot-five, corded with muscle and lined with veins, your husband easily eclipses your smaller body in the tiny kitchen of your apartment.

you squint up at him, noticing the tear in his black shirt and the nasty slash across his chest to match. even though you shouldn't be because you've seen him with far nastier injuries, you stop him with a worried hand on his arm.

"you're injured, toji. what happened?"

"'s fine, leave it." he shrugs your hand off. ugh, he hated that look on your face. when you gazed at him like he hung the moon and burned your name on the surface to profess undying love. hated seeing those big pretty eyes water with worry over his injuries from a fight. it was too sweet for him and threw such a man like him off kilter because he would find himself responding to it. megumi's mother, tsumiki's mother— they had let him be. took care of the house, the kids, whatever— just left him be. but you? damn you, you just had to love him.

"wan' a beer, princess?" he tosses over his shoulder, ignoring your worried look completely as he yanked open the refrigerator, upsetting your collection of salad dressing bottles on the door.

"toji..." you try again, taking a tentative step towards him.

"said leave it, didn't i? now answer my question." he says darkly, head stuck in the fridge as he rummaged around in it, but you could still hear the nasty edge in his voice. you wonder how the man had been at home for a split second and you had already irritated him.

"no, i don't... i don't drink, toji." you shake your head at the broad spread of his muscled back, feeling a twinge of annoyance at the fact your own fucking husband didn't know such a simple detail about you. that you hated the taste of alcohol and it affected your cursed technique. hmph. maybe if he stayed home long enough to do something other than drink, sleep, or fuck he would've known that about me.

"too good for it? suit yourself." he grunts, shrugging his shoulder as he snatches two cans of sapporo from the shelf, shoving one into his pocket before he pops the tab on the other and crushes the can of beer as he chugs it straight. curious, you look over your shoulder in time to see his head tilted back, neck bared and knot in his throat bobbing as he swallowed the alcohol expertly. you shamefully squeeze your thighs together as your stomach bubbles with sudden desire.

mission after mission took toji away from you and that resulted in many nights with you in your bed, clutching his pillow to your chest as you stuffed three fingers into your neglected cunt, his name falling from your lips. toji had conditioned you in the first few months of your marriage, getting you used to being slutted out every night. had you cock hungry and stupefied over the way he fucked you. and now? he disappeared for a month and barely looked at you when he finally came home. it was driving you into madness.

your marriage may not be perfect, but your sex life is because whenever the zen'in assassin isn't tired, he's always horny.

when he comes home from a mission and squeezes your ass to wake you up, the only warning you're getting before he's propping your leg back on his hip, shoving your panties aside so he can fuck you awake.

or when you're in the shower and he's got to take a piss, hopping in with you without asking. he'd push you to your knees and relieve himself on your face, yellow on your cheeks and down the drain before he's burying his cock down your throat, rest in peace.

as you hum a sweet song in a cute little apron, baking sweets to drop off at jujutsu high of all fucking places— for megumi and his friends! — and the thought of you playing perfect little housewife and stepmother has him so gone that he shoves your shorts to your ankles, growling when there's nothing underneath. he's so fucking hard he barely spends time on prep, shoving your head against the counter and stuffing your ass full of his monstrous cock while you're getting tears and drool on the cookies. you'll have to bake a new batch and oh...

well, you get it.

the man is an insatiable beast when it comes to fucking you, and you immediately begin to worry when he's not trying to bend you over as a stress reliever.

turning back to dinner preparations, you tear your gaze away from him, blushing and a little ashamed at your dirty thoughts.

"shit, gotta make a run for a six pack for me, yeah darlin'?" he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you, his raspy voice pressed right against your ear. you don't know how such a big man could move so silently without your notice, but you do know that you downright whimpered at his touch. he's bent over you, arms snaked around your waist and sliding up your torso to put those rough hands shamelessly on your tits for a good squeeze. like he just wanted to make sure they were still there after being away for so long. toji made a low noise when your pert little nipples are quick to perk up against his palms, but then he pulls away, leaving you windswept as he made his way out of the kitchen.

"i'll pick some up for you tomorrow," you swallow and press your cool hand to your feverish forehead. you wanted him so bad. how selfish was he for leaving you at home, untouched, unfucked for a month? that wouldn't do. you needed his attention before you lost your mind.

so you creep out of the kitchen, the heat pooling in the pit of your belly taking priority over dinner. you come to stand at the threshold to the small living room, watching your husband, lower lip caught between your teeth.

even doing nothing, you found him attractive. toji had thrown himself on the couch, his favorite glock tossed next to a couple of old beer cans on the coffee table. powerful legs spread wide in those low slung training pants he wore. he'd switched on the flat screen to a baseball game as he rummaged around for a lighter, lighting up the end of a fresh blunt.

you watch as smoke clouds around his head as the scent of weed fills the space. he usually preferred tobacco since marijuana was so expensive, not to mention hard to obtain in japan, but it helped him unwind after a damn good fight. a beer, a good blunt, and even better pussy was his post-mission ritual—in that order.

toji was so tired and there you were, standing in the doorway with those pretty fucking eyes that he didn't want to admit had become his weakness. damn you.

"what's it now, princess?" he caught sight of you, taking a lazy drag from his blunt as you pad over to his spot on the couch, approaching him to kneel between his spread legs instead of taking a seat next to him. oh, that got his attention, but it wasn't uncommon. his eyebrow cocks in bored interest at you.

"i want you. it's been so long," you whisper, a small pout propped cutely on your lips that makes toji chuckle in amusement, coughing twice on the burn of weed fumes in his throat.

"could've just said you wanted my cock, sweetheart. don't think i didn't notice you squirmin' back there." he shoots you a sardonic smirk, and you feel butterflies flutter in your tummy. toji is just tickled pink at the thought of you waiting here for six weeks, just begging to be fucked by him. the sorcerer killer takes a long swig from the can in his other hand, grinning.

until you pluck the can from his big fingers, "i just did, didn't i?" you respond, then you bring his drink to your lips. the beer's warm after toji nursed it for too long, but the way he eyes the liquid that spills from your lips, trickling down your throat with blown pupils has your chest constricting. makes the disgusting taste of alcohol worth it.

"thought you didn't drink? look how messy you are." he chastises as he swipes his thumb across the corner of your mouth to wipe away the droplets of beer before he settles back against the cushions, letting you reach for the strings of his pants.

"s-sorry," you apologize, your heart thumping painfully as you pluck the knot loose with shaky fingers. you're no stranger to sucking toji's dick, but the act never becomes any less intimidating. sometimes, he left your throat bruised and aching for days. however, you were too aroused and too desperate to be fucked out by your husband to care.

above you, toji watches with lidded eyes. the drugs had kindled his fire but the man was completely relaxed above you, blunt engulfed between his lips as he pulled drags from it every now and then, ashes flaking onto his shirt. you whimper at the visual of him alone, hooking your fingers under his waistband and tugging down.

toji did not wear underwear so you were immediately greeted with the sight of his cock. it bounced fat and heavy against his stomach a few times before standing intimidatingly tall in front of your lips. no matter how many times you've seen it over your year of marriage, toji's dick never fails to downright terrify the shit out of you. just looking at the wide, blunt head makes your stomach cramp up. it was pretty, you thought—as pretty as dicks could be, cut and flushed a deep red and leaking beads of precum with a thick vein running from base to tip. you knew that it didn't take an experienced woman to know that there weren't many out there better than what fushiguro toji was packing.

"oi, you gonna sit there starin' at it all night or what?" he demands, voice rock salt rasp. he's already impatient? your cheeks heat up, shaking your head. you stare up at your husband through fluttering eyelashes, leaning forward to finally, finally press a kiss to the leaky head. sticky precum smears white across your plush lips, hearing toji groan low in his throat. he shifts in his seat, almost to push his hips forward and urge you on. but you don't need any urging, your lips are already parting to lap your tongue all over the slit. getting his flavor all over your tastebuds. his precum is bitter and slightly salty, but to you it's nectar that you drink until he squirms.

"fuckin' tease." toji hisses, big hand snaking into your hair. he doesn't push down yet, content to let it sit there and remind you that you're not truly in control. that he'll eventually run out of patience if you don't please him quick enough. and you're... you're so fucking needy that your hand slips between your thighs, so wet that the fabric of your panties cling to your folds when you push them aside. graze a finger across your clit to make yourself whine.

the hand on your head suddenly adds pressure and you risk a glance up at toji, your stomach lurching. entranced by the orange embers at the end of his blunt sparking to life as he draws in a deep inhale, exhaling the pungent smoke out of his nose. his eyes are glazed over with a combination of his high and his arousal, head tipped back but not far enough that he'll miss the moment where you struggle taking his cock fully into your mouth. he peers down his nose at you, cocky and self assured— like a king. a storm brewing violence that will sweep you away whether you're willing or not.

you know what to do next without needing to be told: you slack your jaw as much as you can, hollowing your cheeks out to suck his cock into your mouth, earning a long grunt from toji.

"f-fuck, that's it. that's good, princess. keep goin'." he encourages and you whimper softly at his words, pinching your clit before you greedily push two fingers inside of yourself, not even surprised as slick drips down your palm while toji stretches your mouth out, a nasty ache quick to form in your jaw.

"look at you, huh? greedy little slut struggling to take all of my cock in your pretty mouth."

"but you're still a good girl, aren't you? try harder." he's spouting off bullshit that makes your praise kink glow, eyes shut tight as you focus on creating a hot suction around toji's cock that makes his stomach burn inside out. it feels so fucking good when you sink slow and greedy around the tip, swirling your tongue over the sensitive head. it's moments like this, with your pretty cotton candy lip gloss stretched obscenely around his cock, that he remembers exactly why he put a ring on your finger.

toji grows tired of your teasing quickly, though. he always does. the assassin gets a good grip on your hair and you know you're at his mercy. he drives his hips upward, your head shoved down in a dizzyingly quick movement until your nose tickles the untamed patch of coarse hairs surrounding the base, toji's musk filling your nostrils in a heady scent. thick cock bottomed out and seated snug in the back of your throat.

your first instinct is to pull away and scream, seeing stars. tears gather at the corner of your eyes as you gag on him hard. toji groans in pleasure when your throat flexes around him, guiding your wet mouth up his length before he's slamming your head down once more. your nails dig into his thighs violent enough that you feel wet under your fingernails. toji's cock is too big, too thick and your esophagus feels bruised as the sorcerer killer lives up to that menacing title, fucking your throat pink.

you're granted a moment of reprieve when toji reels your head back by the hair, forcing you off his length completely to look you in the eye, but it's not enough. you can't fucking catch your breath quick enough. "stick out your tongue, little slut. c'mon."

hot with blush and arousal, you stick your tongue out awkwardly. the zen'in wastes no time burying himself back into your mouth, the rough planes of your sinful tongue dragging against the thick vein on the underside, wedging under the sensitive head on the downstroke as you build up a rhythm of bobbing on his dick. you reach between his legs, your free hand dipping low into his pants where his balls sit heavy and squeeze— in that way he likes and he fucking growls at you, his giant fist twisting in your hair so tight that pain lances through your skull. you wouldn't be surprised if he splits his knuckles or balds you or both.

it's just so fucking messy, filthy like a good mouth-fuck should be. the room is filled with sounds of his cussing, of your audible slurping and gurgling. spit coats his cock real good, the mixture getting caught in his pubic hair and dripping down his balls as you choke on him each time he forces himself down your throat. it's been too long since he had good, proper head and it's almost too much for him. if he lets you keep at it, he's sure to unload down your throat and that's not where he plans on putting his cum tonight.

"sucking my cock gets you off, little slut? think i don't notice you fingering yourself without my permission?" he hisses; you almost forgot about the fingers stuffed inside your pussy until toji calls you out on it. you clench in embarrassment as he yanks your head back roughly, tearing your lips away for his own sake. but not before he enjoys the sensation of your hot little mouth dragging over him one last time. god, you're so fucking pretty to him. eyes wide and drenched in tears, line of spit connecting your swollen lips to his engorged cock.

"i... i—god." you can't even speak, your throat feels so destroyed. toji smirks as you retract the two fingers, feeling like a child caught eating candy before dinner.

"you, god, what?" toji repeats your stutter, mocking. he wasn't interested in what you had to say, honestly. he had other plans for you. "get up and come sit on my lap, little doll. 's what you wanted, ain't it? to sit on daddy's cock?"

that was what you wanted at first, but obviously a month away from the man you didn't remember quite who you were missing. staring at fushiguro toji on the worn couch in your shared apartment, cock ridiculously hard and seemingly thicker than your wrist, you feel intimidated. especially after he ruined your throat that quick. that doesn't stop your cunt from pulsing the longer you look at it though.

you'll sit on that dick even if it kills you.

know what's coming for you, though— no foreplay for you. toji prefers scooping his cum out of your pussy with his skilled tongue after he's fucked you, that nasty fucking freak. so that means you're left struggling to adjust to his size stretching you out with no prep if you don't sneak and do it for yourself. it's what he loves. you scramble to get off the floor, gingerly climbing onto his lap.

toji is not good at showing affection, nor does he crave it. but when you lean forward to press your mouth against his for the first kiss you'd received in a month, he allows it. when you place your hands on his broad shoulders, he allows that too. the zen'in prying your lips apart with his tongue before he licks hot kisses into your mouth.

the combined taste of weed on his tongue and his precum on yours makes the kiss heady and dizzying.

you lick at the scar slashed across one side of his mouth and he smirks before wrapping his fingers around your sore throat without malice. just to hold you steady while he yanks your shirt down, rough and sudden to expose your tits to the air, tucking the fabric under your breasts for his visual.

"p-please..." you choke out against his lips when toji reaches between your legs next, hooking a finger into the crotch of your panties to jerk them hard to the side, letting them catch and hold on your outer pussy lip.

"whore." he comments in the most degrading way, causing you to clench around nothing at the gravelly twinge in his voice. toji wraps a big hand around the base of his cock so he can guide it along your sticky folds, coating himself in your slick. "haven't even touched you and you're fuckin' soaked."

"because i missed you, daddy." you sigh at the feeling.

toji swipes the tip of his cock through your folds almost lazily, purposely avoiding your swollen clit on the stroke through.

"puh-please... please, i want it so bad. let me fuck myself on your cock, daddy." you sob, not above begging for it.

of course, you could just sit on it. take him right now and deal with the consequences of not waiting for his permission later, but you don't. you sit there, tears gathering in your eyes for toji to collect while he grins crookedly. he is the picture of an unbothered man while you grind all over his lap like a depraved harlot. toji chuckles at your efforts, leaning forward with you balanced in his lap to swipe his lighter off the coffee table. meanwhile, you're so frustrated you want to cry as he takes his time, cupping a hand around his mouth to relight his blunt. white ash flakes onto your exposed breasts after his shaky drag.

finally, he seems to make his mind up.

"'right then, pretty baby. sit on it. come on." he says in that deep, raspy voice and you want to cry in relief, eyes full of tears. you steady yourself on his shoulders as you lift your hips off his lap. just enough to get the fat head of his cock pressed right up against your hole, before you sink down.

"ow..-oh.. oh my god." you choke on a loud mewl, your brows knitted together in discomfort as you focus on sucking in the thickest part of him. you're plenty wet, but the first thing you notice is the burn. the intrusion of toji's cock is overwhelming, just halfway in but his wide girth splits your tight pussy wide open.

toji's composure from earlier frays at the seams too, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping down his neck. overheated from your warm weight on his lap, the hand gripping his blunt falling to the side as he grunts in pain himself. almost choking at the feeling of your wet walls trying to accommodate and suck him in. too cramped and too fucking narrow for his size, but damn it if you aren't greedy and determined.

"goddamn, so fuckin' tight. haven't you been fucking yourself while i been gone, princess? you been waiting for me?" his voice is muffled as he sticks the blunt of marijuana between his lips to get his hands free, gripping your hips tight. toji forces your legs to spread wider over his lap, your stomach clenching as he shifts his hips and drives the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix, bottoming out so deep it tears a cry from you.

"nuh-no! my fingers don't feel as good as your cock does, daddy." you whine out to him, trying to focus on gasping for air. your head falls against his shoulders as you experimentally grind your hips down, your clit rubbing against his lower abdomen as you shift. "it's.. it's too deep."

"and you love it don't you, pretty baby? come on, come on, fuck yourself on it, hurry up."

you swallow hard, nodding eagerly and fluttering around him at his continued degradation of you, but you do love it. you press close to toji as you level your weight on his shoulders. lifting your hips up, up, up until the fat head of his dick catches on your tiny opening with a burn. white hot pleasure sparking along the walls of your pussy when his cock drags rough through your nerves on the downstroke. the intrusion is just as overwhelming as the first, but you begin wet and sloppy fucking when you repeat the motion on him. god, you can't stop trembling on top of him. thighs shaking. a leaf on a tree in a typhoon.

toji's hands grip your thighs and you're clinging to him like a shaking fucking koala, but he doesn't mind it. not when his cock beats in a steady throb inside of you. you press your sweaty forehead into his neck, breathing his scent deep into your nostrils— weed and sweat and the tang of dried blood on his shirt from his fight yes, but also a note of musk that is distinctively toji.

"i'd have been a fool not to lock this pussy down, eh? look at you, creamin' all over me. fuck." he praises, bringing a deep flush to your cheeks. his hand shifts low, rubbing a large thumb over your puffy clit in circles just to feel you clamp around him in that painfully tight way. barely touched and the little nub feels raw and sensitive between your legs. you feel swollen already, spread out and stretched thin even if you take him slow. fucking yourself bloody on his dick just to chase that hot burn of arousal low in your belly. "taking my cock like a fuckin' champ."

you're so caught up in his appraisal of your fucking that you barely notice the sound and vibration coming from toji's pocket under you and at first, you whine— thinking he's about to torture you with a vibrator. until he rolls his eyes and you realize he's pulling out his cellphone mid-fuck, the device pinging with a notification. you peer at him in curiosity through lidded eyes and he tightens his hand on your hip, daring you to stop fucking him as he reads whatever is so important to interrupt him.

but then toji whistles, and he has half a mind to toss the roach into the ashtray on the coffee table before it burns a hole through the couch. "just got paid, doll. almost feels as good as this cunt on my cock, ha." he smirks, shoving the phone back into his pocket before shifting his hand around where he grabs the meat of your ass in a rough gesture. "hurry it up and make me cum, yeah? maybe i'll take you out for some proper grub. buy you somethin' nice."

"o-okay." you breathe, but then you're startled as toji suddenly switches your positions—manhandling you down onto the couch until you're flipped onto your belly. face down, pert little ass up. "wh—?! toji... what?"

"toji?" he echoes dangerously, as if his own name confuses him. you realize your mistake too late though, because he's already punishing you with a heavy-handed slap to your ass that rattles your teeth. the man is strong as shit and you can practically feel the capillaries bursting on the surface of your cheek, an exploding constellation into a nasty handprint.

"d-daddy! i'm sorry, daddy!"

"that's it, baby. don't got all night, do i? gonna fuck you blind, pretty doll." you're shaking so much, helpless to do anything but press your face into the couch cushions, completely at the zen'in's mercy.

toji spreads your ass cheeks with big hands to get a good look, green snake eyes trained on the way your hole struggles to close properly as you clench and unclench. the way creamy froth drips from the pitiful little thing. toji chuckles, and it's fucking filthy the way he lets his thick thumb rub between the wet line of your ass cheeks, prodding against your unused hole.

"w-wait, toji i can't take it—"

"not doing anything, am i, girl? but you will. relax or i'll make you." you try to listen to him, heart thudding but toji's pressing his thumb inside your ass at the same time he finally lines his cock back up with your cunt, not wasting any time in snapping his hips forward. that first stroke fucking into you so hard your body collapses against the cushions with a startled grunt.

now you're reminded why you prefer riding him. toji fucks like a beast, and you were foolish to let a month away from him allow you to forget that. combined with the burn in your ass as toji twists his thumb in and out of the puckered little hole and his wide girth fucking you raw, long and hard, you're seeing white. blind, like he promised. the heavy weight of his balls slapping ruthlessly against your clit, providing a tease of friction that drives you mad.

your eyes shut tight in alarm as you sing a chorus of ah ah ah ah when toji fucks right up against that spongy tissue inside of you, caught between wanting to squirm away from the onslaught of intense pressure between your legs and wanting to fuck yourself back into it.

"don't you even think about fuckin' running away from it, doll." he growls, reading your mind, a ruthless slap to your ass paired with his rough hand jerking you back on his cock, quick snaps of his hips that has you flaming. this man was intent on breaking you, and you were going to be happy about it.

toji curls a second finger deep into your ass, transfixed on the way both of your tight holes are stuffed with him. he scissors his fingers in, massaging your walls and releasing a chuckle when you get wetter. "squirting on me now?"

you're sobbing, and you know you look a helpless mess under him. cheeks stained with tears, knuckles shiny with spit as you bite down on them to keep your sanity intact. your breasts bouncing lewdly against the cushions, rubbing your nipples raw.

"t-toji... i'm gonna.. please, daddy. i'm gonna cum—"

"you'd like that wouldn't you, pretty girl?" toji laughs breathlessly, his head fucking spinning. the weed in his system sharpens his nerves to a point, your pussy sucking him in so tight he feels like he's on fire. cock burning inside out, up to his gut. he punctuates each praising word with a hard thrust, but he's losing it. hips turning messy. "wanna cum all over me and get my last pair of clean pants all messy with your cum, baby? how am i gonna take ya to dinner like that?"

"puh-please— wanna cum so bad, please please please—"

"cum then, little slut. if you want it so bad. i know you can do it. cum."

you feel so full, lightheaded and drunk on the pleasure toji forces from your body. overstimulation sets in, but you don't even care. you let him fuck you pliant into the couch, a man possessed. his bruising grip on the flesh of your ass rendering you unable to scramble away from the relentless abuse of his cock. forcing you to take every inch of him, thank him later. you need it to end, you need to cum— reaching between sticky thighs, clenching down on him so tight you hear him hiss. frantic, rough circles around your clit until you're wailing, loud and deafening to your ears— cumming, wet and tight and cramped on toji's thick cock.

"f-fuck, fuuuuuck. that's a good girl, baby. that's a good girl. that's it. cum all over me." toji feels winded, droplets of his sweat dripping onto the small of your back as fighting his thrusts through your tight walls fluttering around him like a fucking glove is his strongest opponent yet. he's only a few thrusts behind you, though. one more slam of his hips so he hits deep, the force of his own climax punching the wind out of him. a loud groan rumbling in his chest as he fucks to a sloppy finish that paints your insides white and wet with his thick cum.

when you come to, you're dizzy. "oh.." you sigh in bliss, biting your lip at the warmth that fills you as toji pumps his hips lazily, letting you milk his cock and streaking the frothy mixture of your cum and his over the back of your thighs.

then he gets his cock free almost reluctantly with a whistle, snapping your panties back in place to keep you filled with him. maybe you'll give him a baby, finally.

you know he won't cuddle you after sex, but he pats your hair gently— letting you know you fucked him good. a job well done. a husband's version of leaving an extra wad of cash on the nightstand in a hotel for a hooker.

but you smile up at him from where you've collapsed anyway, body spent and mind dazed.

"toji?" you call, already missing his warmth behind you. "are you about to leave again?"

"got somethin' to take care of." he grunts at you and you knew it. you knew that he would discard you. not even bothering to stay the night even though you both lived together. you were foolish to believe his words of taking you out had been something more than heat of the moment bullshit. when would toji ever realize that you had needs for his affection beyond his dick? your heart dropped on top of your bliss, crushing it in two as you watched him stand up and tuck himself away, retying the strings of his pants into a knot. the gambling house on his mind ever since he received the notification for that fat check.

"do you have to? toji, don't go this time." you reach out and tentatively wrap your fingers around his wrist to stop him, voice gentle. you knew it was futile, but you would try anyway. edges of your eyes burning hot and shiny with tears you refused to shed. "let's have food delivered and watch a movie together. please?"

you expect him to wrench his arm out of your grasp and make another excuse because he never cares, but he surprises you. maybe he thought it was your birthday again. maybe it was post-orgasmic haze or the weed fucking up his brain, but with your hand clinging to him, peering up at him with shiny eyes, his heart chooses that moment to bleed red instead of black. swelling up to life and softening just for you. only for you.

"really missed me, huh?" he tilts his head down to you, fringe falling into his eyes. his weakness are your tears. you knew how to get him, apparently.

"you've been gone for a month, toji. i thought you were dead." there you go again, softening him up with your pretty words. caring for his wellbeing even though he didn't deserve it. caring if he came home safely. if he didn't.

"... right, doll. whatever you want." he jerks his head in a nod, and the way you beamed up at him with those big pretty eyes made not being a grumpy old asshole worth it. that look alone made him want to please you. want to stay. "put a movie on then. i'm gonna go shower."

"you mean it?" you gasp in disbelief, to which he doesn't answer as he makes to leave. your fingers never release his wrist, though. you've paused, halfway off the couch; a question on your lips as you smack them together. "can i join you?"

"insatiable minx." toji snorts, a smirk curling his lip. "keep your hands to yourself if you wanna actually watch that damned movie tonight." he warns you in a low voice, but you don't even hear because you're squealing and hurrying to follow him to the bathroom. never mind the ugly ache between your legs from the first round with him, you'll pay for your sins tomorrow.

and toji? that grump is cracking an actual smile, wide and absolutely devastating. not content and not a good husband, but he thinks about not taking any jobs for a while. stay closer to you for a bit to eat up more of that smile of yours.

this is the real reason why he put a ring on your finger.

you made him not want to be just a puppet of carnage all the time.

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semisgroupie · 2 years ago

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4k collab — what’s done in the dark ☾

theme: Taboo Relationships! (prof x student, ceo x secretary, politician x prostitute, priest x parishioner, anything you can think of!)

rules:

☾ you must be 18+ to join and have your age somewhere accessible on your blog

☾ any form of content is allowed (art, writing, nsfw, dc) just make sure everything is tagged appropriately!

☾ there can be a repeat of characters but only 2 are allowed! (so if one person chooses toji then only one more person can choose him)

☾ there’s no writing limit! write what you feel is enough

☾ you can submit multiple pieces! (you don’t have to submit more than one piece but if you feel inspired enough then send in as much as you like, but don’t overwork yourself!)

☾ once you’re done please use the tag #wditdcollab☾ or tag me!

☾ and have fun!

FANDOMS: this collab is open to any and all fandoms!

DEADLINE: there is no hard deadline but there is a soft deadline of APRIL 5TH

HOW TO ENTER: send me an ask with your character, fandom and what the taboo relationship will be! (EX: can I join with professor!urahara x student!reader?)

MASTERLIST

BLEACH

☾ professor!aizen sosuke & assistant professor!grimmjow jaegerjaquez x student!fem. reader — ME!

☾ devil!aizen x angel!reader — @stygianoir

☾ actor! Reader x bodyguard! Shunsui Kyoraku — @/chaotic-nick

☾ ceo!Ichigo x secretary!reader x ceo!grimmjow — @/nymphoheretic

☾ ishida ryuken x fem!reader (doctor and nurse) — @ryndicate

☾ ichigo’s girlfriend x isshin — @/ryndicate

JUJUTSU KAISEN

☾ priest!nanami & priest!toji x parishioner!fem.reader — ME!

☾ ex-lawyer higuruma x model fem!reader — @blueparadis

☾ ceo!maki & secretary!reader — @gyuwutaro

☾ demon lord!sukuna and priestess!reader — @angelltheninth

☾ karate!teacher toji x student!reader — @getogasm

☾ professor!nanami x student!reader — @edens-pen

☾ priest/teacher! geto x catholic school girl! reader — @ghoularaki

☾ geto’s ex girlfriend x satoru — @25-30-03

☾ pimp!mahito x prostitute!reader — @rozentias

AOT

☾ therapist!zeke yeager x patient!reader — @ctrlwave

CSM

☾ art dealer!kishibe x art student!reader — @/ctrlwave

☾ director! A-list actor! kishibe x idol! Reader — @chaotic-nick

☾ knight!quanxi and princess!reader — @pcwer

GENSHIN IMPACT

☾ professor!albedo & assistant!reader — @mrskreideprinz

☾ general!pierro x queen!reader — @manjiroscum

☾ tartaglia x reader — @hiraizens

OTHER

☾ Priest!Kakashi x nun!reader x demon!itachi (NARUTO) — @nymphoheretic

☾ bev cart girl!reader x country club patron!kuroo (HAIKYUU) — @lou-struck

☾ fukuzawa yukichi x port mafia!reader (BSD) — @suyacho

#wditdcollab☾

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succubusonthedoorstep · 2 years ago

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THE BACHELOR AUCTION ⭑ ʏᴏᴜ’ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ.

sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ & sᴜɢᴜʀᴜ ɢᴇᴛᴏ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. Minors DNI!

‧₊˚✩彡 𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉? 3.7k

‧₊˚✩彡𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈? Explicit Language and Smut, Infidelity, A Dead Marriage, Workplace Relations (with Geto), Making Out, Phone Sex, Gojo's Already in Love, Masturbation (F & M), Feelings of Anxiety, Gojo briefly picks you up, Nobara doesn't like us </3, Reader is toxic but in a hot way... (Mentions of: Face Fucking, Toji Fushiguro, Toxic Parents (If you Squint!))

‧₊˚✩彡𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇’𝓈 𝒩𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓈? The plot in this had me <333. This part ends in a flashback, but part two will pick up exactly where this one left off. I swear this came at me so fast I just had to indulge. Like, Comment & Reblog!

“𝘕𝘖, 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕’𝘛 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘒 𝘖𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌 𝘛𝘖𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛. 𝘐'𝘝𝘌 𝘎𝘖𝘛 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘕𝘚.”

With heeled feet propped on your glass desk, you glanced over your nails. “Don’t you think I deserve some time to myself? After working my ass off for the past year?”

“What? Of course, you do.” Suguru sighed into the phone line, already sounding deep in thought. It wasn’t often he had to work around your schedule or anyones. It was a new experience he honestly didn’t care for. “What are you doing, anyway?”

You clicked your tongue. “Aren’t you married now? Should you still be asking me this question?” Your shoulder held the phone to your ear as you clicked away at your computer, only half in the conversation. “Is she not fucking you right?”

“Watch it.” Suguru warned, voice dropping into a sinful threat. “I’m still your boss.”

You rolled your eyes, something he could hear through the phone. It was your go-to reaction when he brought up the very close race to CEO between you. At his new position, Suguru tended to play favorites much to your dismay. The attempts at being content with COO were futile- the need to top Suguru Geto was always in the back of your mind.

But for now, you’d settle for teasing him.

“Barely,” you said, hoping to sound exasperated. “I’m leaving early too. My nail appointment is at four.” Glancing at the clock, it was only an hour and a half from now. Luckily, you could fit in an appointment so soon, but it was just your connections. You could feel him frowning on the other side of the phone at your words, most likely because there were several major projects due.

“Are you mad at me? Be honest.” Softening your voice worked wonders on Suguru, even when you didn’t mean it. He could always tell in person, but never on the phone. His breathing hitched, and you knew he was caught.

“No, of course not,” he expressed. The change in tone made you smirk. “I could always stay a little later. It’s not like there’s anything urgent due,” Sarcasm dripped from his voice and you hummed in response, swinging your legs off the desk and onto the floor. “It’s much warmer here anyway.”

“Here? In the office?” You asked, standing up and finally taking the phone in your hand. “So I was right.”

“For once,” he quietly confessed. The line was quiet for a moment while you waited for him to continue. His eight-month marriage to his wife was over in your mind. The miserable demeanor and volunteered late nights developed a side to Suguru you had never seen.

“For once, yes. I haven’t touched a woman in six months. Tell me, have you ever been this deprived?”

Yes. “Not that I can remember.”

“I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy,” he huffed out, and you heard him lean back in his chair. “I miss pussy the most. The sight, the smell- fuck, the taste? I used to be able to pick a favorite. Can’t anymore,” A bit of shuffling came before he continued. “Porn isn’t cutting it- not when I've had the real thing for so long. Not even the amateur shit, unless I'm in it.”

You knew what he was referring to. Rhythmic soft clicking gave away what he was doing on the other side of the wall, and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him to stop.

Biting your lip, you couldn’t help but lean back onto your desk and egg him on. “I knew it. I caught you looking at my ass last week during lunch. You’re getting sloppy.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

It was your turn for the phone to go silent. Admitting you enjoyed Suguru’s gaze made you cringe, but it was the only thing you could think to answer him with. At your quiet admission, he stroked his cock faster and let out a satisfied groan. “Thank you for the image, your ass did look good in that pencil skirt. I bet your pussy is even prettier.” He spat sharply onto his length and you almost moaned at the mental picture.

“Everyone’s having lunch. I could make you cum on my desk a few times and send you off to your nail appointment early,” Suguru’s words came out as a grunt, exposing just how little he needed to get off. “I’ll even pay for it.”

“You know we can’t, Suguru. How could we face each other at work after that?” You asked, voice tight. With what, you weren’t sure. “We’d make it a habit, then we’re fucking at my place ‘cause we can’t keep it in the office.” The scenario had you admitting to yourself that being Suguru Geto’s mistress is an attractive offer. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but he was a generous gift giver, influential in culture and business with no kids.

On paper, he was the perfect counterpart, aside from the dry wife.

He had you on speaker now with the volume turned down. The freedom of his second hand allowed him to cup his balls and give them a few slow pulls, mouth gaping as he sighed deeply to the ceiling. “Pussy must be good, you sound like you’ve gone through this before… Are you touching yourself yet?”

“You’re not doing what you think-“

“Should I come over there and check?”

The question had your thighs rubbing together and your ass pressing against the glass desk. Sliding back and making yourself comfortable, you teased your bud over your panties and said, “If you need to ask then the answer is no. You’re not brand new, Suguru.”

He inhaled sharply, rubbing the tip of his cock with slow circles. “Ffffucking close, (Y/N). If you make it over here fast enough I can bust on your face,” his voice deepened in lust, eyes fluttering shut. It was easy to imagine you on your knees in front of his chair; Suguru had a photographic memory. Your hard nipples poked through the thin shirt you wore, and an order from your superior exposed them to the cool office air. You’d hold them in your palms as he gripped the back of your head to hold it steady while he fucked your face.

Suguru’s teeth dug into his lip as he came all over his clothed stomach and chest. The moans he let out drowned out your snarky response, your name echoing through the wall separating your office and on the phone simultaneously. His pleasure echoed off the walls as your hand dug into your thin panties.

Soaking wet, as you expected. You knew Suguru would be proud, but you stopped yourself from telling him. His ego didn’t need the stroke.

Your fingers wet themselves and soon you were knuckle deep in your cunt with two fingers. As quietly as possible, you fucked yourself on your desk to Suguru’s come down. The slick cum coating his cock was used as lube to overstimulate himself, and he shuddered when it became too much.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he whispered into the phone, his voice filled with the same lust. It was as if he hadn’t even come minutes before.

‘Of course, his stamina is that high, plus he’s pent up because of her.’

“I’m on my way over,” Suguru announced as his chair scraped the floor. “Just give me a minute to clean up, we still can fool around before anyone makes it back,” You heard the jingling of his belt buckle as he secured it and the soft pull of tissues being dispensed. Your fingers had slowed but didn’t stop.

“Don’t come over, Suguru.You’ll regret it,” Using your best warning voice through finger fucking yourself wasn’t an easy task, but you managed. “It’ll be an HR nightmare, people won’t take us seriously…” You tilted your head back and let out an exaggerated moan before continuing. “Stock prices will fall… but you’ll have the woman you want, right?”

“Don’t say it like that.”

“Why not? Too realistic?” Pulling your fingers out of your cunt, you sucked them clean and licked between them. The tight grip Suguru had on his chair became even tighter at the lewd slurps.

“Don’t you have any cute friends to set me up with, Suguru? To get me off your mind?” You slipped off your desk and held the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you packed your bag.

“I don’t think you’re going anywhere.” His voice was back to the deadpan tone he took on when you pissed him off. “Wouldn’t get along with any of my friends, either.”

“No? Did you marry someone who would?” You asked sarcastically, stuffing the last folder of paperwork into your purse. Before he could respond, you slammed the phone into its receiver and snatched the bag from your desk.

It didn’t surprise you that Geto wouldn’t set you up with anyone, but it did piss you off that he thought he could have his cake and eat it too. The feared glances you caught from employees as you departed the building solidified your reputation as an ice queen, you knew. These people wouldn’t understand you in a million years, and Suguru wouldn’t either.

The floor-length formal gown you wore did a fine job of hiding your lack of preparation for tonight’s event. The 102nd biennial Bachelor’s Auction had the world’s most eligible bachelorettes sitting at heart-shaped tables with notepads and ballpoint pens. Some of the women came with folders and color-coded tabs.

Your seat in the front left of the stage fully visible. One might even say it was the best seat in the house, speculation confirmed by dirty looks and eye rolls.

A simple smile is all you returned to them. They weren’t rivaling you or your wallet.

Thick red velvet curtains split down the middle to reveal the host for tonight- a young woman with ginger hair and a bright smile, microphone in hand. The scattered applause and dimmed lights signaled the beginning of the auction, along with a bright spotlight on the stage.

“Welcome, Bachelorettes!” She announced as the audience quieted. “Tonight we’ve gathered bachelors from around the globe to help raise money for the orphanage being built just a few blocks away. Proceeds will go towards new clothing, gifts for the holiday, and food.” An applause louder than the one before erupted, one you joined in with.

“To participate, simply raise your number to bid on the Bachelor of your liking. Information like hobbies, interests, and values in a partner will be shared, but not his appearance. You’ll have to wait until after his auctioning for that!” She gave a cheeky wink before reaching into the pocket of her jumpsuit and pulling out a stack of cards.

“Without further ado, let’s get started!”

After an hour of men waltzing on and off stage, you had begun to yawn.

The occasional plastic surgeon or music executive did catch your eye, so there was some hope to be had for the night. You watched as an overly excited woman in a short pink dress approached the stage to meet the man she bid so highly on- 1.1 million to be exact. Judging by the way she was bidding, you were sure it was nickels and dimes to her.

Nobara extended a hand to help her onto the stage before giving her one last fact about her match.

“He’s been in the professional boxing ring since he was nineteen years old and has since won several international titles! Recently, he’s been the mastermind behind organizing several successful matches and is looking to settle down with someone special. He’s one of our most eligible bachelors tonight- Toji Fushiguro!”

The room erupted in gasps and applause, with some women groaning in disappointment. Toji emerged from stage right, wearing a jet-black suit and waving his hand convivially. You drowned out the pain of the women behind you, instead opting for catching Toji’s eye and giving him a wink.

Nobara caught Toji by the arm before he could give you a response and gave him a push towards the woman in the pale blue dress. As she took the microphone back in her hand, a glare was shot your way.

“What a lovely couple. Toji has already taken the liberty of planning their first date, so let’s allow them time to work out the details. We hope this couple works out well!” She announced, sending the pair off the stage. Toji linked arms with his match and led her to the door next to the stage, politely holding it open to allow her through first. He turned to lock his gaze with yours, the scar on his lip curving with his smile. Toji held your eyes as he licked his bottom lip and turned to leave the hall.

You sighed, now understanding the women’s disappointment.

“The next Bachelor- ooh, this is a good one! Our next Bachelor says desserts are the key to his heart. He also mentions his work as a philanthropist, frequently donating tablets and computers to local schools.”

Cute. You thought, twisting the handle around your auctioning paddle. Nobara had an unmistakable smirk across her lips that she didn’t have before.

“He loves tropical vacation spots and often finds amusement in his Digimon obsession from grade school.” Nobara concluded the history with that, taking her spot behind a podium. “We’ll start the bidding at fifty thousand dollars. Any takers?”

Before you could raise your paddle, bidding had already begun. You resisted the urge to turn around and see who was already bidding so highly on the mystery man, instead opting to lift your number in the air. Nobara’s reactions to his card had sparked the curiosity of all the women in the room, including you.

“-That’s five hundred thousand dollars to number 936, the woman in the front!” Nobara announced, looking around the room for more offers. She soon moved on to the next bidder, not without noticing how many women stopped bidding when you did.

Every time you were outbid, you simply flashed your number with little concern. The numbers Nobara announced only got higher, and slight pauses had begun between biddings.

“Seems like things are winding down!” Nobara clicked the card against her wooden podium, seemingly dissatisfied. “One more fact, perhaps? This Bachelor is well known for his bloodline, as they are one of the most influential and respected families in the world. His grandfather once had a monopoly over several industries.” She trailed off, allowing the women in the room to ‘ooh.’ You rolled your eyes, not needing any more competition. Nobara was doing a fine job at standing between you and your mystery date.

“Right now, number 936 is in the lead with one million

dollars. Going once-“ A woman cut her off with a bid of 1.3 million, to which you had to turn around. The room stopped to watch you death-stare the woman into submission. The tall woman with pale blue hair simply gazed back, unfazed. She gave you what seemed like a wink, but a braid blocked her other eye from your view.

Giving her one last warning, you raised your number and turned back around in your seat.

“Going once…” Nobara trailed off, giving the woman ample time to bid again. “Going twice… Number 936, you’re the winner of this round with 1.4 million. Our highest bidder of the night!” She paused to allow applause, but only a few people joined in. Mentally you rolled your eyes, but in the meantime, you were escorted up to the stage by a man with pink hair and a bright smile.

“You’re very generous,” he appreciated, offering a hand to help you up the few steps. Nobara cleared her throat, and the man gave you one last smile before turning and disappearing backstage.

You made your way onto the stage and gave a plastic smile to the crowd of brooding women. Some had their heads down and were writing notes, others chatted with other tables. The woman with the pale blue hair watched your movements on the stage like a snake hunting its prey.

“Ready to meet your man?” Nobara’s air about her switched, but the smile she had on her face still reflected her dislike. Without waiting for a response, she began her monologue.

“Ladies, he was heir to the throne in one of the most prominent countries in the world. You may remember him for his fashion week appearances, as he’s walked and designed for several exclusive brands over the years. The sunglasses brand he started as a teenager hit a billion in sales last year. He soaks up the spotlight in every room he’s in, and he’s planning on sharing it with our charitable bidder! Everyone, put your hands together for the one and only Satoru Gojo!”

The erupting gasps and applause that ensued failed to make it to your ears. Ringing was all you heard instead, and you swore the stage was spinning as Satoru Gojo stepped from behind the velvet curtains. A hand was tucked in his pocket as he waved the other toward the crowd. Dark circular sunglasses blocked his gaze from yours, but you felt your eyes lock and goosebumps littered your arms. Nobara watched his hand extend to yours, catching it in a gentle hold.

“Haven't seen you since the wedding,” he greeted, lifting your hand to kiss the inside of your wrist. Whispering from the crowd and a loud sob from the back of the room didn’t stop Gojo from giving the vein there a teasing nip.

He looked exactly the way he did eight months ago. You remembered sitting a few pews back from the altar of the ornate church, a strange pit in your stomach as you watched Geto recite his vows. Witnessing the event left you more nauseous than expected and seeing him kiss his wife made you avert your eyes.

“So kissing is your weakness, hm?” Gojo asked, catching you alone on the balcony at the reception. The midnight breeze he brought made you shiver, but he was soon by your side and replacing it with body heat. “It wasn’t before, I’ve seen you kiss a pretty good amount of people… Especially on the blogs.”

You leaned forward on the metal bars, arms balancing yourself. His back was to the railing and his head was turned to study your ass in the tight dress you wore. “I didn’t think you were such a big fan, Gojo. You checking up on me often?”

“Maybe. I know Geto isn’t capable of it, not anymore at least.” The statement was a fact and he said it as such.

It didn’t surprise you that Gojo caught onto your… uncomfortable feelings at the wedding. He was always apt at learning the behaviors of the people around him, sometimes unintentionally. You once told him a quality like that is invaluable in business.

“I appreciate the thought, but I don’t need you or the newlywed to make sure I'm okay,” you set your feet firmly back on the ground to look up at him. “He’s my co-worker, you’re his friend-“

“Wait- we’re not friends?” he broke in, disappointment in his voice. “We follow each other on Instagram, your birthday’s on my calendar and everything. Do you think we’re really not friends?”

“You’re Geto’s friend first,” you stated without opposition. “We only talk when we see each other. You don’t got my number, bestie?” You licked your lips at the hint of sarcasm on your tongue. Behind the dark sunglasses, Gojo’s eyes followed.

“You don’t got mine?” He repeated after you, pushing himself off the railing to take a step towards you. You hadn’t noticed the detail embroidered into his suit until now, when his body barely touched yours. “I remember you texting me after the exile and we talked for a minute after that… Why did we stop?”

Because he was there. “We’re both busy?” you offered, standing on your toes to wrap your arms around his neck. Distracting him (and yourself) away from the complicated situation you had with your boss felt like the easiest option, and the reception’s open bar was starting to catch up with you. His hands automatically found a place on your hips as his body finally pressed against yours and warmed you up.

“You say the word, I’m there. I told you that before,” he expressed, giving your forehead a tender peck. “I’m in the city more than you think. You don’t gotta hesitate.”

Gojo’s availability for you despite both of your schedules made you slip a hand on the back of his neck down his chest and trail it down the row of buttons on the front of his shirt. You stood on your toes again to connect your lips in a kiss that Gojo wanted to relive forever. The hands on your hips massaged you in slow, sensual circles that left your cunt clenching.

His fingers threatened to fall lower to cup the crease of your ass and give it a few indulgent squeezes. You wouldn’t believe him if he told you he’d pictured this while doing mundane tasks like brushing his teeth or sitting through a dull meeting. You didn’t know it yet, but he was already yours and needed you to learn his body.

Your back pressed into the cold metal when he walked you forward, a wave of possessiveness compelling him to kiss you harder. He cupped your thighs with big hands and lifted you onto the metal bars with little effort, lips still defiantly pressed onto yours. His tongue ran across your bottom lip for permission which you granted without doubt, fully encapsulated in the ex-prince’s warmth.

He couldn’t help but moan into the kiss at the taste of your strawberry lip gloss. Your affection was everything he imagined and with the way you looked tonight, Gojo was prepared to sneak you away to the altar.

With hands rubbing circles into the fat of your thighs, Gojo gave your lips a few lingering pecks as your lips pulled apart. After slipping the sunglasses from his face and pocketing them, you leaned your head down to connect your foreheads.

“I’ll stay in touch after this,” You promised. “Don’t let me slip away from you again.”

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saetoru · 3 years ago

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𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GOJO SATORU

rich boy gojo + car sex

rich boy gojo + fwb to lovers

rich boy gojo + hand/blow jobs

just one more - gojo + breeding kink

all for me - rich boy gojo fucking you in your new dress

little by little - gojo insists he’ll fit

one kiss is all it takes - just a kiss always means more

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GETO SUGURU

pretty - fucking the prettiest boy, geto suguru

rules - frat!boy geto makes you break your rules

messy - the way geto sits like that drives you insane

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NANAMI KENTO

sex with nanami after your wedding

praising nanami

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

right but wrong - fucking megumi shouldn’t be so good

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。FUSHIGURO TOJI

feeling toji’s muscles

make it fit - toji + size kink

sending you voicemails while masturbating - gojo, nanami, yuta, geto, toji

prettiest when overstimmed - geto, gojo, yuta, megumi, inumaki

finding your spot - gojo, geto, toji, nanami, yuta

sending you videos masturbating - gojo, geto, toji, megumi, yuta

making you squirt - gojo, geto, toji, nanami, yuta

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GOJO SATORU

empty sheets - gojo wonders why you never stay

spoiled rotten - rb! gojo satoru has always got what he wants

girl, you’re such a backstabber - you betray a friend for her ex

ㅤㅤ-> part two: she’s evil, most definitely - you still can’t seem to stay away from gojo

office princess - gojo is a good ceo—but he’s an even better boss

yours, always yours - you and gojo and a make up shower after the break up

what’s mine is yours - suguru shares his girlfriend to teach his virgin best friend how to fuck

how long does it take to fuck your brother's best friend? (four whole days) - you and satoru never got along as kids—but that might change as adults

speak of the devil - rb! gojo hates his father, but he loves fucking you on his father's desk

rate my professor - being gojo's TA also means fucking him—and maybe geto too, if he walks in

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。GETO SUGURU

hoes before bros - geto would treat you better than gojo

top of the class - you accidentally send your ta nudes

what’s mine is yours - suguru shares his girlfriend to teach his virgin best friend how to fuck

rate my professor - being gojo's TA also means fucking him—and maybe geto too, if he walks in

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。NANAMI KENTO

when you say my name, nothing’s changed - nanami slowly adjusts to life with scars

property of saetoru do not plagiarize, repost or translate onto other sites

#nav.#masterlist.

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lalunanymph · 3 years ago

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who's your (baby) daddy. [1]

╰┈➤ After being dumped by your boyfriend of 3 years, you decide to switch things up and go on your own version of a “hot girl summer”—subsequently finding yourself with a surprise that would arrive in 9 months time. The catch? You have absolutely no idea which of the men you slept with is your baby’s daddy.

𖨆♡𖨆 nanami x reader, gojou x reader, toji x reader, sukuna x reader

# explicit smut, puking, angst, heartbreak, pregnancy, breakups, alcohol, justin bieber, language, MDNI

‗ ❍ masterlist

“Oh, fuck me.”

Head bent forward, body slumped into a half curl was how the morning found you, sun rays innocently prickling your closed eyes as you heaved up half of yesterday’s dinner. Not caring that you were supposed to be at work half an hour ago, you ignored the calls that were coming into your phone, picking up the last one that went on for a second too long.

“Hello?”

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” Your head editor of Tokyo Today’s business desk (and massive asshole extraordinaire who always scheduled you for last-minute news) screeched from the other end of the call.

“You were supposed to be at Izuyama's public listing ceremony an hour ago.”

“Mm-mm,” you groaned, head thrown back. “Sorry, boss. I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.”

“I don’t care what fucking side you woke up on, just get your ass there before the press conference starts,” Mia Ito hissed, and you could picture her usually genial dark eyes wild with panic, the mental image causing you to snort inwardly for her high-strung disposition could be a bit much.

“I’ll get one of my sources to give me the data of the listing and schedule something with the CEO’s secretary,” you stood up, wiping the back of your mouth off the flecks of puke. “Promise.”

You were not called one of the best reporters of your department for nothing. Years of underground work, potentially dangerous networking, and hours of sloughing through the corporate worlds brought you a ton of sources you could pick and choose to save your ass from this current predicament. Nobody could say L/N Y/N did not have a solid web of information after dedicating your life (and sanity) to curating them.

“Oh, fucking hell, Y/N,” you heard her growl and could sense her temper rising. “Would it kill you to be a bit more professional? We have a new HR manager today and word on the street is she’s some yuppie who is out for old blood.”

A quick press and the toilet bowl whirred in the background. “Out for old blood?”

“She wants to bust anyone who is older than 25.”

“What do you mean she wants to do that?” you scoffed, incredulous, a mental image of a slick-haired, severe-looking young woman with red lips coming to mind. “That’s fucking ageist, Mia. Can’t we complain to HR about that?”

“Sweetie,” the other woman deadpanned. “She is HR.”

You stopped short of pushing your leg through the dark brown slacks you chose to wear today. “Oh. Right.”

A loud sigh. “You’re getting loopier these days.”

“Am not,” you grumbled, and though people could say you held a much too casual relationship with your boss, little did they know that you had been Mia Ito’s right-hand woman since the business department was still in its budding days. You had been by her side weathering through prickly businessmen, threats of defunding, and even a near lawsuit on her end for misrepresentation of information; she owed you her life as much as you owed her yours.

“You better get yourself checked after you push this story out,” was her trade-off with you.

Barely affording another second to lose, you chirped, “Yes, ma’am!”

The day was far too bright to be wasting it on interviewing stuffy men in suits, and you let the radio play, some inane pop song that brightened the gloom and got you humming, tapping your manicured fingers on the steering wheel. Your phone vibrated and you put in the Bluetooth

On the way to TYO, you missed a call from your boyfriend of three years, Nanami Kento, and decided to ignore it. Well, ex-boyfriend now. You were both no longer together and had called it quits a few weeks ago. Trying not to be consumed by the thoughts of him, you kept it together, focusing on the road ahead.

Kento and you met during a press conference when you interviewed his boss, Yaga Masamichi, on his public listing for the Masamichi Group. At first, you had penned him for a taciturn man who barely spoke, though his choice of attire—a leopard print tie which you had teased as his wildest accessory yet—did not avail you of the thought of how spontaneous he could be.

After all, the first time you had ever gone out on a date with him resulted in you waking up in between his sheets with the shy inquiry of a second date brought up by said stoic man. You could not refuse him, not when his animalistic lust-filled disposition that night was now replaced by shy insecurity that endeared you. As a great romance book once said, the rest was history.

… Until what happened last week during your 3-year anniversary dinner where he dropped the bomb on wanting to move to Malaysia for a new job opportunity.

At first, you had agreed to it, saying that it was a good change of pace and environment. But, the more you thought about it, the more it became clear to you that you did not want to move to another country so far away from the people you loved and a budding career you could not give up.

Like two streams shifting into a fork that separated them, you had both decided to part ways. Don’t cry, Y/N, fuck, don’t cry. You sniffled and put all thoughts of him out of your mind to focus on today’s agenda.

Heels clicking on the marble flooring, you nearly skidded past the door, pulling the handle back to enter a packed press conference room. Slinking towards the front, you prepared your media pass and your notebook, smiling sheepishly at the other business reporters from different publications as you sat towards the front where the chairman was giving his speech.

It was the same old speech you had heard many people of power give and you jotted it down, half-listening, the other half wondering what to order for tonight’s dinner.

“Mr. Sento will now be taking questions from the floor,” a young man in a crisp suit you recognized as the company’s head PR manager uttered. You were content to let the rookies ask the usual questions of the company’s goals, the results of the merger, and how their suppliers would profit from this listing. But, they did not have the ace up your sleeve—a tip-off from a reliable source in TYO regarding the stock valuation that had the potential to break the pricing and drag it down.

After all, it was your moral obligation to inform your readers of what they were investing their money in and you pictured the aghast looks of the PR manager once the spotlight trailed to you.

You raised your hand.

“Ms. L/N from Tokyo Today,” you said in a clear voice.

A murmur roused through his PR team and one of them even winced. Your reputation has preceded you once more.

The stage was yours. “Mr. Sento, as you know there is currently a water crisis in Bangladesh now and it is public knowledge that your company supplies water tank parts manufactured from the same region, correct?

Mr. Sento nodded. This was all in the public domain and no potential for untoward news. At least, that was what he thought.

“But, we’ve had information that there were traces of mercury found in one of the factories near your suppliers. Now, I am not pointing fingers but can you be assured of the quality you are providing your suppliers and those who utilize your tanks?”

Silence greeted you, and you swore you saw a sheen of sweat film the chairman’s forehead.

“That—”

“We cannot answer that question,” the PR manager butted in, but the damage had been done. A flurry of questions came barraging and you sat back down, scribbling the answer for an exclusive insider piece that would hit the printers tomorrow.

“Ms. L/N, questions like these are of little consequence to the press conference,” the young man said sternly, shoulders set.

You stood up once more. “Of course, I am aware of that. But with the current valuation 2x more than the stock estimation, we have to wonder… why the inflation of the pricing, and is the value merited if the quality of the products are compromised?”

The nail was hit on the head. Above the room, the stock counter devalued, the investors quickly growing queasy. The price was plummeting to its market value in real-time.

Your job was done. “I believe you owe it to your investors to be transparent, Mr. Sento,” you quipped and stood up, but not before the feeling of nausea encroached your awareness. Going green around the edges, you rushed out of the room, ignoring the vexation your suddenness stirred amongst the reporters, photographers, and even the board of directors seated on the elevated stage.

As if in slow motion, your body tilted forward and you heaved, retching onto the pristine marble floors. Ripples of surprise and shock echoed around the room and you couldn’t find it in yourself to be embarrassed, not when you had successfully brought down the pricing so that potential investors would have a fair chance to weigh if they wanted to buy into this company or not.

Straightening up, you shot the pale chairman a look of apology. “I’ll notify the cleaners on this. I am truly sorry—not for what I said but for…” you glanced at the puddle of sick, “... this.”

At least you knew where the other half of your dinner went.

Mia could not stop laughing, bent over her desk, head in her palms, shaking violently from fits after fits of giggle. Ignoring your reddened cheeks, she chortled once more and had to collect her breath. “Y-you… fucking hell, Y/N…”

Another round of seagull-like laughter at what you had… projected during the meeting… and you rolled your eyes, disgruntled at how Mia had the audacity to laugh at your misfortune. “Yeah, yeah. Cackle all you want, you old hag. Just be grateful the story is done.” You passed her the file and hitched your purse over your shoulder, stalking towards the exit of the newsroom.

“Feel better, Y/N!” Mia called after you and you waved at her, ignoring her smirk as you closed the door behind you with a soft thud.

The nausea was still lingering around the edges and you sat back in your car seat, taking a moment to just breathe. The whole day came crashing around you and you picked your phone up, Kento’s name still in your contacts. Weirdly, he had not messaged you, instead leaving calls that got you wondering what was going on. You reined in your curiosity, remembering with bitter clarity what he had said to you the last night then both of you were last together.

“I don’t think this would work out between us.”

Kento was not a man to give up easily and for him to release his hold on this relationship—when you had both put in everything to make it work physically, emotionally, and mentally—broke you. You recalled how you could not even move a muscle out of bed, K-dramas, chocolate ice cream, and takeout being your constant friend during those few days.

But, just as you were recovering from that ordeal, another one crept up, reminding you of the humongous mistake—or, more likely, mistakes—that you committed in your efforts to get over the man you once thought as the love of your life.

None of it became startlingly clear when you were sitting in Dr. Shoko Ieiri’s chair with an ultrasound picture laying between the both of you like an unwelcome guest at an already terse dinner party. As your friend of two years and resident OBGYN, Ieiri was having a hard time divulging this truth to you; your stuffy face and snot-filled nose could attest to how life-changing this bit of news was.

“You’re three weeks pregnant, Y/N.”

Your gaze flickered to the ultrasound. “Ieiri-chan, can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” she said, pen tapping on the starched paper.

“Technically—let’s just say—that well… maybe… Can you pinpoint the exact conception date?”

Ieiri studied your vitals with a pucker in her rose-tinted lips. “I would put this happy occurrence to have happened between July 2 and July 16, either the day of the breakup—”

“Or the birthday party, the mechanic workshop, and the tattoo parlor,” you whispered. Ieiri was not expecting you to burst out laughing, or for you to cling onto the edge of the table when those bubbles of giggles dissolved into sobs.

“F-fuck me,” you moaned and Ieiri clicked her tongue.

“You sure you want to add me into the mix, as well? The bowl’s pretty full, Y/N.”

Fixing your wet eyes on her, you managed to muster a miserable glare. “Don’t slut-shame me.”

“Am not,” she said and disregarded her professional veneer to take your hand and squeeze it gently. One look into her pretty, but careworn face made the words lodged in the back of your throat spill forward.

“What do I do?” Misery could not even begin to cover how you felt, for how could you be anything but disconsolate when you had absolutely no idea whose baby was in your womb. “I took all the precautions, here, look—”

You rummaged into your bag and produced a packet of condoms, ones that had Ieiri’s eyes bulging. “Fucking hell, Y/N, I remember when you bought those years ago. Those are not condoms; those are just films of rubber that are as reliable as underpaid security guards at a drug-and-fuck filled festival. They will let anyone through.”

“Condoms don’t have a best-by date,” you argued, trying to salvage your hope by debating on the merits of its contraceptive safety with an OBGYN of all people. “... right?”

“Jesus,” Ieiri moaned and released your hand, her expression seeming to say see, I told you so. Sensing that it would be to your detriment rather than your benefit for her to utter those words, she sighed, running her fingers through her medium-length brown hair. “Okay, okay. Do you at least have any idea who the baby daddy could be?”

Fuck.

“Um,” you screwed your face, doing the mental calculations.

Ieiri was growing more and more worried every passing second that you could not produce an answer.

“Wait, wait—um…”

“You have no fucking idea, don’t you?”

Her sharp words deflated the determination that ballooned in your chest and you slumped forward with a groan. “No. I have no idea. I made them all use these condoms.”

Your best friend summed up the predicament you were in succinctly in one sentence. “Yup, we’re fucked.”

The idea of Kento being the father crossed your mind as one of the four possibilities to this debacle.

You recalled with clarity how on the night before he had left you, he had driven you home in a disquiet, the radio playing in the background and the gritting of your teeth to stop the sobs from slipping past the only source of sound in the tense interior.

“It’s for the best,” he had muttered as the both of you idled in the parking lot, neither of you wanting to make the first move. Because you both sensed that if you did, this would be the last time you would speak or see the other again. Drumming your fingers on the car seat, you inhaled deeply.

“I guess you are right,” you said. His handsome face was impassive, as it was his usual mien and you gripped the hem of your dress, worrying it with your thumb and forefinger. The fact that you had waxed your pussy lips raw, wore your best lingerie set, and even splurged on some perfume that was touted to be an aphrodisiac just to impress a man who would eventually dump you by the end of the night was ironic, to say the least.

As if reading your mind, Kento reached forward and gripped your hand.

“These three years have been the best of my life,” he said softly. “I treasure every memory we have made together, Y/N, and I hope you will live a good and prosperous life.”

But I don’t want to live unless it is with you every pore of your body seems to scream. The air was fraught with tension and you gripped his hand, his thumb running circles over your knuckles, that simple motion bringing back memories of when he used to do the same thing at movies, or when you were having a bad day or even when he took your hand in the middle of a long line at Starbucks.

The tears started stinging, threatening to ruin the smokey makeup you had worn for him.

“I got to go,” you mumbled, voice thick with unshed tears. But, before you could fumble for the seatbelt, you felt his hand on your thigh, stopping you in place.

“I just…” you were stunned to hear how ragged he sounded. “I just want to kiss you. One last time. Is that okay?”

How could you say no to that?

Kento helped you unbuckle your seatbelt and leaned forward, the smell of his tobacco-vanilla cologne saturating your senses, heady on your tongue as you pressed your lips to his. But, one last kiss turned into another one, and another one, and you were on his lap, his lips on your neck and teeth on your pulse point, charting the sensitive skin with love bites.

Thighs trembling, you could barely make it in time to hitch up the hem of your dress, his light brown eyes that had turned dark with hunger taking in your lacy black thong. He traced the swell of your pussy through the fabric and you choked on a moan when he slid the seat of your thong aside to sink two fingers into your sopping heat.

He replaced his fingers with his cock once you were all but keening. Kento set a pace that had you gasping, hips bucking in a vain effort for more friction, your mouth pressed to his neck to whimper all your pleads and moans. Strands of blonde hair tickled your cheeks and the radio was playing a sad love song; one that weaved around to create an atmosphere of delicate heartbreak and intense emotions that had no outlet beyond rushed presses of skin on skin, sweat staining your bare bodies, and the feverish heat of his sculpted chest against your naked tits.

Luckily, the windows of his Audi were darkly tinted and you both could divulge in this last memory together.

The outline of his cock seemed to be imprinted in your velvet walls and you threw your head back, your orgasm flooding forward in a rush. Kento groaned and spilled into you, hot spurts trickling down your thighs. You weakly reminded yourself that you had to take your pills after this.

Kento kissed your temple and cleaned you up with his handkerchief, adjusting the hem of your dress. He did all that without being able to look into your eyes.

“... and I was like baby, baby, baby, ohhh…”

You winced when you recognized the song that played through the speakers. Unbelievable. Did they still play that Justin Bieber track on the radio? In this decade?

“Um, I guess that this is my cue to leave,” you whispered and Kento nodded, pinching the bridge of his nose and rushing to shut the radio off the moment you left out of sheer embarrassment of what had transpired.

You came back to the present, staring at the 12-inch pizza from a nearby deli you bought out of sheer frustration for the news you had received today. Munching on the cardboard-like crust, you snorted.

You didn’t know what was worse; that you may be pregnant with your ex-boyfriend’s baby or that you may have conceived one to a Justin Bieber song.

Well, at least it wasn’t Ariana Grande, you reasoned. Tossing the crust back into its box, you rubbed your temples with the ungreased hand. Whether from the hormones or desperation, you picked up your phone and messaged the last person you had slept with—a certain tall, tattooed man with rosy hair and a charming smile.

The light from your phone illuminated your consternated expression and you tapped in your message.

Hey, ‘Kuna. It’s Y/N. We need to speak. Let me know when you’re free.

Taking in a deep breath, you shot the message, waiting for a reply. Immediately, the double tick turned blue and your heart hitched, anticipating his response. You waited, and waited, and waited.

But there was no reply.

Bastard, you groaned and dunked your head under the suds of this lavender bath you had drawn.

The water needs to be less than 36ºC for the safety of the baby. At least, that was what those articles advised, and you were about to lose your mind in a lukewarm bathtub. Great, not only had you essentially ruined your life by getting pregnant out of wedlock but you were now barred from the things that once gave you immeasurable joy like sushi, hot baths, and beating your own ass in soul cycling.

This was worse than you could have imagined and as you stared at your empty phone, you wondered just who exactly did this little nugget in your belly belonged to. You were like Donna Sheridan from Mamma Mia, except without the luxurious Greek island. Perhaps, you were like Bridget Jones but without the reassurance of having slept with just two men.

No, what I am is a slut, you groaned inwardly. Not only had you slept with four men but out of all of them...

Your phone rang and you picked it up to hear Shoko at the end.

“Turn on your fucking TV now,” her tone was filled with urgency and your heart skipped a beat. “Now, Y/N, now! Channel 5!”

“Okay! Okay—Jesus!”

You clambered out of the bathtub, not even bothering to wipe yourself down when you picked up the remote and changed it to channel 5 as per Ieiri’s urging.

“It’s him—you said white hair and blue eyes. Fuck, how did I not put it together?! We met him at Getou’s fucking birthday party!” Shoko exclaimed giddily through the line and you suddenly could not breathe.

Charismatic in a bespoke Alexander Amosu Vanquish suit—with his shock of white hair and even more startling blue eyes hidden behind a pair of shades that was sure to have cost your whole year’s salary—was none other than Gojou Satoru, the heir apparent of Gojou Holdings.

Penned by many lifestyle publications as an enigmatic casanova, Satoru was one of the up-and-coming richest businessmen in the conglomerate stratosphere with a net worth reaching the billions, if your sources were correct.

That was not the only thing about him that sent you into the orbit of shock.

For on the screen, bearing the same impish smile that spoke of mischief and a scandalous night in Getou Suguru’s pristine Scottish garden, was the second man you had slept with during that two-week period after your breakup with Nanami Kento.

#after almost a year she’s here #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami x you #gojou x reader #toji x reader #sukuna x reader #gojou x you #toji x you #sukuna x you #series: who's your (baby) daddy #jjk series #the tags will just keep getting longer here lmao?#🦢 writes

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pawstriez · 2 years ago

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# JET LAGGED ! — toji fushiguro

✩༄ toji fucks you dumb on a private jet.

• pairing - ceo! toji x wife! reader

• content warning - f! reader, public fucking??, dom! toji, sub! reader, doggystyle, throat-fucking, ass slapping, use of pet names such as ( baby, slut, mama ) breeding kink, reader has a tramp stamp and toji has hand tats idk why.

• a/n - hiii omg, i had fun writing this one. please excuse any mistakes i was high making this. 🧍🏽‍♀️i love u all and thank u for reading, i hope u enjoyyy <33

you poured a glass of champagne before getting comfy in your seat. your husband, toji, had strung you along on a business trip to europe. you’ve always wanted to go — and he knew that — so he had a thought.

why not bring his favorite woman to accompany him on this journey?

you took tiny sips from your glass as you read over a few pages of your current book, toji sitting across from you with your legs on his lap. he was rubbing your freshly painted toes all the while staring at you like a starved man.

“everything okay, my love?” you ask, furrowing your eyebrows in an inquisitive manner. you looked so damn cute. you’d gotten your hair done before the trip — those lengthy, pretty braids that he loved to pull on while you cried out his name from under him.

“you look good.”

if there was anything you knew about toji, it’d be that he hated being pissed off — and that’s exactly what you’d done. being such a brat that you couldn’t wait until you landed at your destination, you decided to fuck with him in an attempt to get him all riled up — but you were playing with fire here.

“i should bend your ass over and fuck you right now, but that wouldn’t be very appropriate of me now would it?”

your lashes batted at him, a slight smirk on your pretty face. “what’s stopping you?” you test, earning a look from toji. he wanted you — so badly too, but he knew the flight attendants would most definitely hear your moans echo throughout the plane.

cause when toji hit it, toji hit it good.

“what’re you bein’ a brat for?”

“what’s wrong, baby. can’t play your own game?” he knew what you were referring to. the little kitchen mishap this morning before your departure. he’d been teasing you — kissing the sweet spot on your neck in an attempt to have a quickie before heading to the airport. the two of you were already behind on time and you knew how important this trip was — toji, on the other hand, was willing to put it on pause.

“y/n, watch your mouth.”

“you started it,” you mumble, but rather quietly cause you knew that if he heard that fall from your mouth you’d be in a load of troubl—

“what was that?”

you pretended not to hear him, quickly averting your eyes back to the book in your hands. toji removed your foot from his lap and arose from his seat, now standing directly in front of you, being face to face with his bulge.

“take my pants off.”

your doe eyes gape up at him, “toji we’re landing in two hours, would you sit down and wait until—”

“does it look like i give a fuck? take my pants off.”

he had to be joking. there was no way he’d fuck you on this plane right now — not when there was a possibility of someone seeing you. toji was a private man. you’d told him once before that you were into the idea of fucking in public, but he shut you down — saying, ‘that pussy is only for me to see.’ he liked to keep you to himself, although that statement didn’t really seem to apply right now.

you couldn’t deny the pool between your thighs as you reached for his belt. you peered up at him just to see him already staring down at you with a stern look on his face. once you removed his slacks and underwear, his thick cock sprung out, hitting his stomach and leaking with precum.

he obviously wasn’t too mad about your attitude.

“you know what to do.”

and you did — without another hesitant thought, you stuck your tongue out and licked at his slit. after a few more licks, you engulfed him into your mouth, lips closing around his tip as you slowly began to move your head back and forth. this only earned praise from toji, him muttering things like ‘yes, just like that’ and ‘such a fuckin’ slut’ from above you.

the praise only encouraged you to take him deeper, your head moving faster and his hand coming to the back of your head in a team effort. you were swallowing him up, almost the whole thing, but he was wide and your mouth was only so big.

“that’s it, take it all. feel it hittin’ the back of your throat, hm?” he asks, watching your eyes begin to tear up as your mouth produced the most lewd sounds he’s ever heard. you were gagging and moaning around him, trying your absolute best to make him proud. toji noticed your fists beginning to bawl as your nose got closer to his pelvis.

you poor thing. with a a few more sucks, he allowed you to let him go, letting your back hit the seat as you coughed and caught your breath. you had a mixture of pre-cum and saliva on your face — and he was still leaking.

with his dick in his hand, he lifted your chin up, allowing himself to get a better look at you. your plump lips were swollen and you were breathing hard. his pretty girl. toji tapped his thick cock on your lips as you gave him a small grin.

by the look on your husbands face, you knew he was about to wreck you. you loved when he got like this — frustrated and determined, even if it ended with you not being to walk straight the next day.

“turn around and arch your back. lemme’ see that ass.”

you wasted no time doing so, hiking your dress up and moving your thong to the side, showcasing your pretty cunt that was just glistening and waiting to be stretched. your pussy drove him crazy. from how pretty it was, to the way it sucked him in when you fucked — it was a blessing and you felt like heaven.

bringing his tatted hands to your ass, he spread your cheeks apart to give him a better view of your thumping hole. he kneeled down, placing his tongue on your folds to get you nice and ready — even though you were already soaking, and he wanted a taste.

“ooo- fuck, baby!” you yelp, feeling him tongue fuck you for a brief moment, then sending a slap to your ass. before standing, he spat on your cunt and used his thumb to spread the liquid across your folds. with a hard cock in his palm, he aligned himself with your entrance, rubbing his tip against it.

“look at how wet you are, doll. i could just slide right in.”

“toji— please, fuck! stop teasing me.”

that response sent a harsh slap to your ass, “talk to me nice. that mouth is what got you in this position to begin with.” he wasn’t wrong. you did in fact get yourself into this — but you’d do it over and over again.

“t-toji, please put it in baby. i need you. i’m sorry..” you cry out, a bit too loud, as you inch your ass back on him to feel something. laughing at you desperation, toji finally slides his cock in — your pussy warm and tight. you were squeezing him just right, but you were holding back for some reason.

“it’s too big— aah, oh my god.”

“don’t run, mama. remember all the shit you were talking before, hm? now you can’t take dick?” he asks, his head tilting to the side as he works your pussy. the stretch was a mix of pleasure and pain. the man wasn’t even all the way in yet and you were begging for him to take some out.

after a few more gentle strokes, toji’s speed eventually picked up. you could feel every crevice of his cock glide against you and he felt so fucking good. he was giving you long strokes, pushing all the way in and then sliding all the way out leaving only a bit of his tip in every time.

he was so deep.

“goddamn, y/n. you’re creamin’ on it, such a good girl,” toji groaned as your ass began to clap back on him, your flesh coming into contact with his stomach as you left a white ring around his cock like a snail trail. the sight of his dick sliding in and out of you had his face scrunching up as he followed your rhythm, giving you hard strokes.

you reached out your arm behind you, pushing and clawing at his stomach, “oh— aah, toji, you’re in my stomach baby! fuck please cum in me, i want it so bad!” you shout. toji was honestly surprised no one has come to check on the two of you yet. you were so noisy — maybe they got the hint.

“make me cum, love. you can do it—fuck! pussy’s takin’ me so well. look at that— in and out in and out.” his inducing words only motivated you more, your ass jiggling with every thrust he gave you and your pussy singing a pretty song. toji could feel his stomach tighten up when you came again, clenching around him with the intention of milking him for all he’s got.

“shit—m’ bout to cum. fuck, yes. gonna’ fill this pussy up.”

with one final thrust, toji came. his grunts and small moans sounded so good — almost making you want to cum again on the spot. he lazily slid out of you, your pussy making a squelch sound as you released his cock. he kissed the tattoo on your lower back and all the way up your spine before planting one on your lips.

“are you still mad at me baby?” you ask with an innocent, yet breathless smile on your face. he slaps your ass playfully and you wiggle it, giggling. after toji pulls his pants up, he helps you fix yourself up — adjusting the straps on your dress and putting your shoes back on your feet.

“thank you for bringing me, toji.”

the scar on his lip turning upwards into a smile as he mushed your face in his hands, giving you a kiss.

“anything for you.”

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