#inmate!toji smut

[user00003123]

NOW LIVE: BUILDING A BOND feat. t. fushiguro

SUMMARY: when your parents get you a job as a psychologist at the prison, you don't expect to take such an interest in one of the inmates.

CONTENT WARNINGS: inmate! toji! x psychologist! fem! reader, smut, mdni, modern prison au, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, clit play, fingering, finger sucking, nipple sucking, slight choking, toji is kind of degrading, oral (f. & m. receiving), p in v, cow girl, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), panty stealing, nicknames (Doc, slut, dirty girl, nasty girl, good girl) wc: 4,117

"I'm sorry—what?"

"Look sweetie, you said it yourself. You went to school so that you could help people, and what's more helpful than being a psychologist for the prison, hm?" your mother sat next to you on the couch one arm around your shoulders and the other holding your hand.

"Your mother is right sweetie, this has been your dream since you were a little girl," your father speaks up from his desk.

"Working at a prison was not my dream," your arms are folded across your chest. "When I got my degree, I was thinking more of a cute office where I talk to children and teens to help them. Not grown men who did who knows what to get themselves in a prison," you slightly yell getting off the couch and standing in front of your father's desk.

"I get it sweetie, but if I didn't think you were the right one for this position, I wouldn't have volunteered you," your father gets up from his desk and walks over to you. He places his hands on both your shoulders, sighing, "You are the smartest, most compassionate young woman I've ever met. I know it's not the job you wanted, but maybe it's the job you needed."

Maybe he was right, I mean these men weren't emotionally stable and it could benefit them to talk to you.

The next day you were dressed in a black pantsuit with black flats, making sure to not have any flashy jewelry on. When arriving you had to go through extensive security, to make sure you didn't have any contraband, or anything harmful that could be used against you.

"You're the new psychologist aren't you?" A tall man with white hair asks you as you're leaving the security office. He was also dressed in all black, but with a vest that had police stitched on it in white.

"What gave it away?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. He tilts his head eyeing your outfit.

"You're cheerful being here," he laughs, hands now on the vest with the many pockets, and you notice the gun on his hip.

"I'm just trying to be hopeful that I can help these men in some way," you say running your hands down your shirt.

"I admire that, hope is not something that people have in here. Maybe you'll change that," you give him a small smile. "I'm Gojo, by the way. I'll be your security guard for the day."

"Just the day?" you follow him down a long hallway.

"Like me already?" you roll your eyes with a light laugh. "I'm messing with ya' sweetheart. Each day every guard has a different place we'll be in the prison. Mine is sadly guarding solitary the next couple days."

You hum in response and continue to follow him until you're in the medical bay. You meet the nurses, desk attendants, and other guards before Gojo takes you to your office. You give him a thanks as you put you're bag down looking around the room.

Empty white walls, a two-person cream-colored sofa, and a white desk with a matching chair. Very bland, but anything else added and it could've been used against you. Sitting at the desk you start to take a look at the files of the patients who would be visiting you. Some have a tragic back story, other don't, and you started to feel a bit overwhelmed. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down just as a knock was heard on the door.

"Come in!" Gojo comes in with a long black-haired inmate who has an unidentifiable expression on his face.

"Cuffs on or off?" Gojo questions. You think on it for a second then tell him off. Letting the inmates not have their cuffs on shows you have some type of trust in them and helps build the bond for them to trust you.

"Behave yourself, Geto," Gojo starts to walk out of the office before turning to you again. "Remember, just yell or push the panic button and I'll come right in."

"Thanks," you smile at him before motioning for Geto to have a seat on your couch. He does and the two of you talk, he opens up quite a bit about how he feels about him being in here and why he's even in here in the first place. It's a great start to your day and every patient after Geto is pretty up or down. Either they wanna talk or they give you a hard time, but it's only the first day.

Your last patient comes in while you're fixing all the files on your desk, clearing his throat to let you know of his presence. You're eyes trailed up his body, black uniform pants, black wife-beater, his big beefy arms decorated in black ink, and a cocky little smirk plastered on his face. You look down at your schedule to see his name and you give him a smile then tell Gojo it's okay to take off his cuffs.

"You sure sweetheart, I'm a dangerous man," his eyes are staring right into yours, his smirk never leaving his face. Gojo leaves when you give him a nod and you gesture to the sofa for the new patient to sit down.

"Is that how you see yourself, Toji? Dangerous?" He leans his body back relaxing into the seat with a sigh.

"Of course, I do, Doc. I've hurt people, had blood on my hands. I know I'm dangerous," his eyes are watching you as you write down in your notes, before looking at him again.

"Are you proud of that?" you question tilting your head.

He puts a finger on his chin like he was thinking before letting out a laugh, "I am actually." Standing up from the sofa, he walks over to where you're sitting, leaning over you and the desk, "I did what I had to do to protect the ones I love. I had my reasons."

Before you could even respond, he was walking out the door, "Thanks for the session, Doc."

Re-reading Toji's file, you notice that it says he has a son and a daughter and was married before the incident. Your heart sinks thinking about how his kids must feel not having their father, even more so how Toji must feel not being able to be with his kids. He's right, he has his reasons for doing what he did, even as violent as it was, it was for the people he cared about.

The next few days Toji didn't show back up to the office, and honestly, you were worried about him. That Thursday when Gojo was your security guard again you ask him about Toji.

"He seems angrier than normal, and he hasn't said a word since he left your office on Monday,"  you were looking around the yard, spectating how the inmates engaged with one another or just with themselves. You saw Toji lifting weights in the corner of the yard, he was by himself, no one daring to come up and intrude. "Don't dwell too much, he'll come talk to you when the time is right. Just like the rest of these men."

The next day you go through your appointments, some of your patients opening up more than when you first meet them, making sure you tell each of them that you're proud of the progress they're making. You started to pack up for the weekend when it was time for Toji's appointment, knowing he wasn't coming, until a knock at your door startles you.

"Come in!" Toji walks through the door, head high, and another smirk on his face as Gojo walks in behind him, hands holding Toji's cuffed ones behind his back.

"He asked me to bring him." You smile lightly then gesture for Gojo to take off the cuffs before he leaves your office. Toji sits down on the sofa while you lean on your desk, giving him your full attention. Your eyes wandered on his body, seeing a few red marks and some sweat.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart," you laugh slightly embarrassed, eyes staring right into his.

"I heard you don't work weekends, so I wanted to come talk to you before you left."

"Of course. What is it you would like to talk about?" you ask hand clasped in your lap.

"I want to apologize for my actions on Monday. I am not the talking type and never really have been, probably why my marriages haven't worked out." He whispered the last part, and you jotted that down in your head. "You were just doing your job and I don't need to make it any harder."

"I appreciate you apologizing Toji but know you didn't have to. I don't understand what's it like to be here, but I know that this environment isn't the best one to make you feel like you want to open up about your feelings," you smile and it warms his heart. "You don't have to come every day if it feels like too much for you. We can start at whatever pace it is you want if you even want to come to talk to me."

"Thanks, Doc, and I'm fine with meeting every day. I'm hoping that talking to you will help me get on parol so I can see my kids." He's being sincere and you admire that.

"As long as you make me believe that you've learned your lesson about being in here, I will get you parol, Toji," you give him a genuine smile and he returns it.

"I want to be a better man, for my kids," and for the next couple weeks, he saw you every day. During the first two weeks, he was still having a hard time being completely honest about his feelings, telling you small details about how he ended up here, or about his childhood. You didn't push him though, you didn't push any of your patients. Building trust with them is about letting them learn to trust you at their own pace, letting them open up at their speed, and as long as you give them the time to open up, your job will be easier.

Around the second month of Toji coming in every day, he felt himself become so intrigued with you. Whenever you weren't around, you were all he could think about, your eyes that drew him in whenever he looked at them too long, your legs that he couldn't stop thinking about wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you, and your pretty full lips that he imagines is his hand when fisting his cock late at night in his cell.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't think about him that way either. How could you not? Always having his big beefy biceps on display when he wore a wife beater. His uniform pants hung low on his hips and as soon as he sat down they were tight and you could see the print of dick against his thigh.

You always sat behind your desk when you met with your patients, so it was no different when it came to Toji, which made it easier to hide the fact that you were clenching your thighs together to release the tension you felt between your legs. Then one day as you were about to sit down at your desk Toji asks if you would sit next to him instead.

"I don't think it's appropriate to be so close to one of my patients," you smile and you could see a small pout on his face.

"Don't you want your patients to feel comfortable and feel you are building a bond with them?" He tilts his head and you laugh, knowing what he's doing. You grab your notebook and pen and sit at the other end of the couch, crossing one leg over the other. He smiles at you and places both his hands in his lap, hinting he won't try anything.

"We haven't gotten into your past relationships. Would you like to talk about your ex-wives or anyone you've been involved with?"

"Like people I've fucked?" he smirks and you shake your head looking down at your notepad.

"If that has anything to do with the person you are today or why you ended up here then sure."

"Sure it does, I mean how else would I have gotten two kids in this world without fucking some pretty girls," you rolled your eyes. "You have any kids, Doc?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?" he questions.

"Toji, we're here to talk about you—”

"We're building a bond," your body leans back on the sofa letting out a sigh.

"I'm just not the motherly type," you tap your pen lightly against the notepad.

"So you just have casual sex then, nothing serious?" you can see the small smirk on his face.

"What does my sex life have to do with you?" you put your pen down and look at him.

"I'm just curious, Doc, wanna get to know you," he's grinning, trying to get in your head.

You raise your eyebrow, "Asking me about sex is getting to know me?" All he does is nod his head and you roll your eyes mumbling a 'fine.'

You turn your body towards him still leaning against the couch with your legs crossed, "Yes, I just have casual sex."

"Is it.....good?"

You laughed a little at the question, "I mean sometimes it is, other times not so much."

"What's the kind of sex you like?" his lip was between his teeth, he's just curious.

You tapped your chin with your finger in thought, "I don't know, I like it all." You looked at Toji, eyes scanning over his muscular arms, then down to his pants where you could see him getting hard. "Most of the time, sex just depends on the mood that's set."

"So what's the mood that's set right now?" your eyes widened at how forward the question was, clearing your throat as you looked away from him.

"Toji—"

"You know you want to, Doc," he slides his hand from off his lap and onto your leg. He was running his fingers back and forth on your smooth skin, your body felt hot and a shock of electricity ran up your back. You knew this was wrong, so so wrong, but it just felt so right.

He leaned his bigger body closer to yours, lips ghosting right over the shell of your ear as his hand pushed off your notepad and pen, making its way under your tight pencil skirt and rubbing his fingers over your panties, "Such a dirty girl getting all wet for an inmate."

You did feel dirty, about to fuck your patient in your office of a prison, it was disgusting, but your pussy has never been wetter at the thought. You turned his head towards you bringing him into a heated kiss. His tongue was exploring your mouth as his fingers were sliding your panties over to rub circles on your clit. Moaning in his mouth, he smirked against your lips, "Lemme eat your pussy, Doc."

He stood up from the couch, fingers still massaging your clit as his lips are still entangled with yours. A string of saliva connects your lips as he bends down in front of you, both hands grabbing your thighs and spreading them apart. He can see a wet spot on your panties, and swipes his tongue across the spot, briefly tasting your bitter juice and letting out a moan, "Didn't think I'd miss eating pussy, but God I did."

He pulls your panties down and off your legs making sure to slide them in his pockets, then uses two fingers to spread your folds apart, exposing your glossy pussy to the cold air in your office, "You have such a pretty pussy, Doc."

Letting out a needy whine when you feel his breath against your cunt, it causes your aching hole to clench around nothing, Toji's eyes widened at the sight, "Toji... please just eat my pussy!"

He smirks at your whining, leaning his head down to kiss your clit, "Your such a nasty girl..." His tongue slid down your folds, breathing in your scent, "acting like a slut for an inmate." Your head is leaned back against the couch, moaning at the contact from his warm tongue. His tongue is circling your clit before he's closing his lips around it, sucking the nub into his mouth.

"Mmm—Toji!" your moans are music to his ears as your thighs are squeezing around his head. He's so messy, practically making out with your pussy, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, "Mouth feels....so good." Your fingers are tangled in his black hair, as your rutting against his face, and he's moaning at your taste.

He slides one hand up your body, tapping his fingers on your lips, and you open your mouth allowing two of his thick digits to sit on your tongue as you suck on them, "You gotta be quiet dirty girl, don't want us to get caught, huh?" You nod your head, legs lightly shaking around his head, as he continues to lap at your messy cunt.

Your clit feels tingly as you feel a hot feeling of pleasure bubbling in your lower stomach, your toes are curling, and Toji's name is rolling off your tongue like a song. He laughs lowly, the vibration sending a shock up your spine, "Aw, Doc, you gonna cum already?"

His eyes are looking right into yours as you nod your head frantically, still sucking on his fingers. Your roll your hips into his face, chasing your orgasm, fingers gripping onto his hair, and right as he starts flicking his tongue against your clit once more, your legs are shutting around his head as your back arches off the couch, "Fuck, fuck—Toji I'm cumming!" He continues to slurp at your cunt, getting you through your orgasm, hand rubbing your thigh soothingly.

"God, your pussy tastes so good," he smiles wide as he's licking his lips, and removes his fingers from your mouth. You steady your breathing as you open your eyes seeing his dopey grin.

"You know for you to have been in here for 5 years, you're good at eating pussy," you laugh sitting up on the couch, then bring him into a slow sloppy kiss, letting your hand trail down and rub against the bulge that was in his pants.

"I don't have time for teasing, sweetheart, I'm already on edge from eating your pussy," he groans against your lips.

"Then stand up," he was quick to stand to his feet, your eyes looking right up at him as your sat on the couch. You kiss against this clothed bulge, fanning your breath over it and his head is leaning back.

"Fuck, Doc, just take it out," your hands are pulling down his pants just past his balls, eyes widening at the size of his cock.

"So big," you moan licking the underside of his cock and your eyes are watching his expressions. His lip between his teeth, eyes screwed shut, and his big hand holding the back of your neck. Parting your lips letting just his tip past your lips, tasting the salty pre-cum that was leaking. You swirl your tongue around his tip, then widen your mouth to take more of his length while a hand fondles his balls.

Bobbing your head taking most of his fat cock, he's groaning and bucking his hips into your mouth, tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag, "Yeah, gag on my cock, Doc." He's watching you with dark, hungry eyes, as breathy, deep moans slip past his lips, he's struggling to keep himself quiet, "Such a good girl, with a filthy mouth."

You moan at his dirty talk, fingers massaging his warm squishy balls, as you relax your mouth deep throating him as best you could. He squeezed the back of your neck pulling you off his cock then leaned down to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth, "Feel like a fucking virgin 'bout to cum in 2 seconds."

Spitting on his fingers, he rubs your clit, then stuffs two of his fingers in your wet hole, you instantly spread your legs, and moan against his lips, "Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Doc."

"I don't know—mmm—just put it inside me," he's kissing you again before a hand wraps around your neck and he's whispering in your ear.

"Ride this dick," he pulls his fingers out of your soaking cunt, you rise to your feet quickly, switching places with him so he's now sat on the couch. He grabs each of your thighs placing them on the sides of his so you're straddling him, hands on your hips as yours are around his neck.

He guides you down on his length, both of you moaning feeling the stretch, "Fuck, pussy's so tight." Once you're fully sat on Toji's thighs, he doesn't rush you, letting you get used to him, kissing on your neck, then sliding up your sweater to expose your boobs, sucking on one of your nipples.

Your rise your hips until it's just his tip that's in you before sliding back down, taking him fully again. You keep the slow pace of riding him, as his hands are rubbing softly on your hips, lips still sucking on your hard nipple as you moan his name. "Toji feels soo good," you whine head leaning in the crook of his neck.

"How about you speed up for me?" you do as your told, lifting your hips again and then slamming them back down on his thighs. Your ass continues to slap against his thighs, the sound of how of wet you are filling the room. Toji moans in your ear about how wet your pussy is, you can't do anything besides moan his name, so intoxicated with the feeling of him filling you up.

Your legs were starting to give out, Toji could feel you slowing down, so he moved his hands under your ass slamming you down on his cock as he started to thrust up meeting you halfway. Kneading the flesh of your ass before smacking it, you let out a yelp clenching around his shaft and Toji's head fell back against the couch, "Fuck, Doc, pussy so good, you're gonna make me cum already."

He moves one hand to play with your puffy clit, and you moan loud in his ear, making him turn his head and capture your lips in a kiss, shushing you. You grind your hips into his fingers and within a minute your creaming all over his cock, squeezing him with your gummy walls, and he's coming right after you. Lifting you off of him and cumming on your stomach, with a loud moan of your name.

Your forehead is leaning against his as you both calm your breathing down before you're lifting off of him and heading to your desk to grab tissues to wipe off his cum. "For an inmate, your stamina ain't too bad," you laugh fixing your clothes.

"Well if we make this a regular thing, it could get better," he's pulling his pants back up, his eyes glued to you. Before you could respond there was a knock on the door, you both look at each other before he sat back down on the couch and you sitting at your desk.

"Come in!" you yell and Gojo walks in with a concerned look on his face.

"Everything okay? You guys took longer than normal?" Gojo questions arms crossed against this chest.

"Yeah, I was just crying about my past," Toji pouts and Gojo scoffs.

"Yeah right," Gojo leans against the door frame.

"I was explaining to him about my past, and it got a little emotional," you explain. "Building a bond with my patients requires trust on both ends."

"Hm, makes sense," he walks over closer to Toji. "But I'm going to have to break up this bonding moment, all inmates need to be in their cells."

You nod in understanding, and Toji stands up, hands behind his back, so Gojo can put on the cuffs. "Same time tomorrow, Doc?" Toji looks towards his pocket where your pink panties are sticking out with a smirk.

Your eyes widen as you force a smile, "Same time tomorrow."

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[unknownmads]

CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT INMATE TOJI AND CUTE LITTLE Y/N WHOS SO NAIVE TO BIG BAD TOJI

CW: Slight smut (mentions of his pp🤭)

☆☆☆

thinking about Prison toji who you met when your college has you do a little project in your criminal psychology class. The project was make a penpal get to know them ask why they are in prision, what their lives before was like, do they regret what they did etc. basic questions of course all you had to do was get the most information out of the penpal about their personal lives as you could.

Prison Toji who only signed up for the program because it was part of his latest court order saying he ‘needed more understanding’ so a penpal would give him a friend while they stay safe😭 he ofc hated the idea and thought it was the dumbest shit ever. until he got his first letter, from you (duh).

Prison toji who got mail for the first time and it was a little white envelope with a cute little sticker sealing it. He deadpanned *is my penpal an idiot these letters are for a prison not a daycare* he silently judges examining every detail as he opened the letter. i read the letter taking in every little personal detail you shared with him, your cute little name, how you loved your cat, how you’re new to the city only just moving for school, of course the boring questions for him as well. But at the very end of the letter he noticed an extra little note.

Ps. i left a few photos of myself along with some of my cat! i think it’s only fair since i got to see your photo on the website

Prison toji who grabs the envelope he previously had thrown to the side and pulls out 3 polaroids. One of you and probably your cat you’re dragging it into the photo with a big grin on your face. the second is a photo of your face a soft smile on your lips meant for whoever took the photo but Toji couldn’t help but wonder if that little smile was for him. Until he pulls out the third photo it’s a full view of you, you’re out in the city dressed all out, and Toji couldn’t help but know you chose that photo just for him.

Prison Toji who can’t wait to finally get some alone time so he can truly appreciate your pretty photos. And immediately goes to write you back answering all your cute little questions. Telling you where he lived before, how he ended up there, telling you what he did for work before (Surprise he sold drugs😍), telling you what he does to occupy his time here (he works out he just wanted an excuse to tell you how strong he is), and he asks you some questions.

Prison Toji who has been relentlessly flirting with since you started writing to him, asking if you had a boyfriend, how your school was going, why you moved to the city, how a cute lil thing like you is still single. You had been writing each other for a few weeks now which is a lot less than you think when you know how long mail takes. But your letters to each other are long. answering every little thing each other asks, learning about one another more and more. You had really connected so you finally ask him the big question he read the words as clear as day.

~Do you think i could come pay you a visit? ~

Prison Toji who had to immediately write back answering the most important question first.

~ And doll, you can come visit me anytime id love to finally meet you and see your pretty face in person~

he wanted to be nonchalant.

Prison Toji who was sitting in bed looking at your photos when he was called

“Zenin, you’ve got a visitor. away from the door.”

Prison Toji silently followed standing on the other side of the cell while the guard came in to handcuff him and bring him to the visiting area. Once he was in the room his cuffs connecting him to the table he waited. until he heard the door open again. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he saw the guard guide you in. You were wide eyed taking in the new environment until they landed on him.

Prison Toji was large, you knew he was tall and muscular thanks to his letters and photo but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal. Eyes widening even more when you fully take him in. seated At the grey metal table his hands on the table as the guard had told him to. his hair poking at his eyes which were staring drinking you in. his lip in a smirk helping you notice the scar on it which you couldn’t really see from the grainy prison photos. His shirt stretched against his muscles showing off a few tattoos hidden along his skin. the view making you squeeze your thighs together to release some of the pressure building.

Prison Toji who took in as much of you as he could as he watched you shuffle into your seat across from him, enjoying how you squirmed slightly within his gaze, his smirk growing into an almost full smile.

“hey doll it’s good to finally meet you.”

[tojipie]

welcome home <3

he’s unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i haven’t been writing any of the additions to this series in “order” and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah

as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)

“just step through here and—yep,” the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.

you’d done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriend—now fiancé.

toji told you he didn’t have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago. 

the man had known he’d wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.

you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first “i love you,” said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if he’d be coming home or not.

you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers you’d bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.

there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk. 

metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.

he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.

“toji!” you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.

warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.

you’re lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder. 

actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his. 

toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper. 

other days he’d smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.

once in a while, you’d catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. “pennies,” he’d tell you, “that’s all we fucking get in here.”

today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face. 

you almost think he’s laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt. 

strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight he’s holding you against his chest.

“i love you,” the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.

“pretty girl—m’ sorry— missed you,” his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.

you’d seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night he’d opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.

the second was well, the day he went away.

to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. you’re sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallway 

“it’s okay baby,” you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.

to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasn’t your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.

this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear. 

you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really. 

you’d come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before you’d found each other, a cycle he couldn’t break.

prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. that’s just how it was.

you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view. 

“for me?” he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes. 

“who else?” you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.

you share a look briefly, yours saying you’re safe with me. his saying i know.

the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.

“you guys ready to get started?” she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.

toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re carried back to the group.

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half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. that’s what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity. 

the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.

“feels like a hospital in here,” he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.

the cuffs are gone, thank god. though you’re more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesn’t seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.

the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change. 

the inmate—no, ex-inmate you remind yourself— hands you the bag with a disinterested look. 

he doesn’t want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside. 

“always prepared huh?” toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. “haven’t changed a bit.”

you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.

to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.

toji’s shirt doesn’t just “not fit”, it’s bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight. 

seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.

the black garment is so tight against his body that it’s practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later. 

you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasn’t with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.

a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.

“you focused?” your fiancé teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.

“i think that thing’s gonna explode if you move,” you swat his hand away. 

“would you rather i take it off to be safe?” he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.

the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.

“no— god keep it on,” you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.

“you and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?” an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.

“wife,” he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.

the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.

waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt “go fuck yourselves” to the officers who’d wished him good luck on his way out the door.

you’re proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel who’d kept him locked up for the better half of a decade. 

the world flips right side up again as you’re gently placed on your feet in front of the car. 

toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

“s’ nice,” he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. “felt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.”

you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles. 

“get ready to experience a lot more sun then,” you giggle. “wanna have a look at the car?” the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering he’s already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.

“haven’t seen this baby in a while,” he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancé doesn’t have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.

he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years. 

“alright,” toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. “fuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.”

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you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.

the fourth time it happens, you speak up.

“what are you doing?” you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat

“getting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,” he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isn’t aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.

oh.. oh.

the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? you’d be worried if he wasn’t hard.

you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.

the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, you’re not even sure where it came from but you don’t have it in you to care. 

you know this road, you’ve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long you’d been driving you’d say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.

“when did your license expire?” you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.

“3 years ago,” he laughs, “why?”

fuck it, you think.

“you still remember how to steer?” 

“course i d— oh.”

it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says “want to?”

you’re sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.

“oh fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base. 

your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.

your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.

“fuck, perfect girl— my girl,” he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.

“gonna cum, gonna— shit,”

fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.

“fucks gotten into you, pretty girl?” he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him. 

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you barely make it up the steps of the house before you’re shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.

“keys,” he says against your lips, “keys—fuck, now,” his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.

you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.

you’re being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as you’re pressed into squeaky leather. 

“won’t be gentle,” toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.” can’t right now.”

“don’t be.” you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. “wouldn’t want you to.”

you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldn’t feel where his body and yours ended.

when it came down to it, you suppose 

he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.

“filthy,” he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.

the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. you’re surprised at how easily he slams in, though you’re embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were. 

toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it. 

he hasn’t changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.

this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure. 

toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.

“missed this,” he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. “missed you, missed having you every day.”

“you’ll have me forever,” you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.

thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.

and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.

the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.

your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. toji’s thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.

“oh my g— holy shit,” he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.

“keep going,” you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. “just keep fucking me please don’t stop please pl—”

“yeah? keep going?” he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. “greedy huh?”

you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but you’d be damned if he didn’t keep giving it to you.

brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldn’t anymore.

“gonna come,” your fiancé pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine

“inside, fuck—please,” you’re practically shaking.

“inside?” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. “you want my seed? huh?” 

you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.

hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.

you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.

“we should probably..” toji trails off, completely out of breath. “should probably head upstairs.” he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.

“or we could go another round?” you mumble, throwing the question out there. 

“shit, yeah.. probably should right?” he chuckles

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[tonaken]

CAN I GET MORE OF TOJI PRISON AU PLEASE IM OBSESSED REALLY

Ouuuu yesss 😮‍💨🫠 sorry for the super late reply btw. For context, this is the continuation of this post.

Warnings → MDNI, TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem!reader, prison!au, DARK CONTENT, killing (not explicit, just mentioned), slight gore (bloody hands mentioned, but nothing more), killing kink???, smut, semi public sex, unprotected sex (please be safe), spitting, impact play, rough sex, breath play, overstimulation, no foreplay, a tad bit dark oops 😅

W/c → 1.1k words

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who has an affair with you. It’s been going on for months now and both of you are quite honestly addicted to it. Yes he’s a prison guard and you’re an inmate, but who gives a shit, right?

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who not only fucks you, but has you help him during missions. He’s been moved to your section, and he doesn’t hesitate to unlock your cell and have you accompany him to kill one of his targets. You are a convicted murderer, after all

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who loves how horny you become after taking someone’s life. It’s become the same for him since he met you. You both grab each other with untamable ardor, leaving all your clothes on, and just getting to business

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who starts delving into you, stirring your insides with his powerful thrusts. His cock gets instantly covered in your cream, the sloshing sound mingling with your yelps that bounce off the concrete walls of your cell. The slapping skin adds itself to the mix, giving anyone that could pass by a clear idea of what was taking place in the small room. It's a flashing thought in his mind, but he can't afford such luxury right now, he needs the job.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who goes at a second round with you after discarding the body, bloody grip slipping on your ass and leaving crimson streaks behind. The other dirty hand wraps around your throat, smearing your neck in red. It's cold outside, but the adrenaline pumping through your system warms you up. This is exciting. He thinks so too.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who warms up to you a bit. He visits you everyday in your cell, sometimes bringing you a cupcake he stole from the employee cafeteria. It’s a signal, a warning. He was coming tonight. Whether it was to bend you over or to kill someone and then bend you over it was up to him. You were excited regardless.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who visits you in your cell to bring your dinner. You're still in isolation, but you don't mind since he's the one taking care of you. The same familiar orange tray seems filled with steaming food. You somehow never have the chance to know what it contains. Today is no different, and you love that.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who roughly grabs your face to press his thumb on your lips; you know what you have to do, it's routine now. He smirks when your pink tongue swipes over the tip of his finger, rolling around the digit when he presses it on your tongue. Such a good thing you are.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who comes to you everyday for some consolation, some sexual healing. One of his targets was released in advance for good conduct. You can tell something's off, he seems pensive while he smothers your bottom lip with your own drool

“Show me my pussy.”

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who smirks at your obedience. You begin by taking off your dark overalls and spreading your legs when you get to your panties. He reaches forward and moves them to the side. You see his eyes twinkle when he zeros in on his own cum gushing out of you. You did as he told you; he's happy.

“Open that mouth for me.”

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who spits in your mouth. You're quick to stick out your tongue, gracefully receiving the glob that falls on it. You smile at the taste of tobacco and alcohol; in a twisted way it feels familiar, something to look forward to every day.

“Swallow, doll. You've been good for me.”

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who is pleased by you. He will reward you. The sound of his zipper makes you giddy, maybe even more than the pet name, and you part your legs further, an eager smile forming on your face. He doesn't prep you or give you time to adjust; he never has, but he never had to. He just slips into you until he reaches the depths of your cunt, sitting heavy in your guts. You're wet enough, you can take it, you always have.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who folds in half on the thin mattress of your bed. It squeaks and dips under both of you. The bedframe starts shaking while he tilts his hips to hit your sweet spot. He knows where it is, he always seems to, and yet he leaves it always for the end. He likes the idea of controlling even when you orgasm, but you will never know, you can just imagine.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who starts getting aggravated. As you approach your high you get noisier, and Toji can't allow that, he's on duty. His big hand shuts you up, or tries to. It’s all snug against your lips, partially covering your nose. You’re still too loud, but the way his cock spears into you leaves you without any other choice. He doesn't care.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who spanks you. His hand comes down against your inner thigh, quickly drawing blood to the surface. The pain makes you arch your back and your pussy coils even tighter around him. He does it again, on the other thigh. For good measure, he thinks. But it just makes you louder. Fuck.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who pushes you off the edge. Your orgasm hits you violently, mouth opening in a silent scream while your back arches and falls on the bed repetitively. He can’t deny how hot you look, or how he’s grown addicted to the way you cum or how that and the way you hold on to him send him in a frenzy

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who ends up filling you up with his cum. It’s warm, thick, but you know that already, it’s not your first rodeo. It trickles out of you and covers your thighs and his balls. White strings of your joint cum break and splatter all over you, but the mess is nothing short of mesmerizing; it’s probably the best part of fucking your tight little pussy.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who keeps going, even if both of you are still sensitive. Stress’ still coursing through his body, he needs more. He looks at your face and tears are lining the apple of your cheeks. He could watch cry forever, face twisted in pain and pleasure alike. Good thing that he’s just started then.

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[unknownmads]

YALL ARE IN FOR A TREAT!! PRISON TOJI TIME!!!!!

this is smutty yall!! also: thigh riding, fingering, female reader!(sorry boys and nonbinaries lemme know if u want sum) , degrading(ONLY ONCE JSUT SLUT!!!) semi- public Uhhh if i forgot any i apologize HOPE U ENJOY!!!!

Prison Toji who finally snaps his cuffs unable to take anymore. grabbing your hips and pulling you into his lap his face clashing with your the kiss is sloppy and full of need. a small sound escaping as he deepens the kiss.

"i've been dreaming of this."

your legs hang off the side of the cold metal chair, sending shivers up your body as your legs brush against it. his large hands have a hold on your back keep you in his grip, they take up the majority of your back they are HUGE. HES HUGE. the dress you wore riding up further with each movement and he know. his other hand traveling down towards your thigh, you try to pull away from the heated kiss but hes pulling you back before you can.

“toji i-i shit i can’t my school my class. what if they find ou-“ you’re cut off by another kiss this time he’s pulling away first. his voice low and relaxed almost if he hasn’t got a worry in the world.

“it’s fine doll no one will know. you worry too much. lemme help you relax” his hands now both traveling to your hips rubbing small circles before he’s lifting you and settling you on one of his legs. He drags your body closer towards his chest until he’s happy with the position, not failing to notice the way your thighs tense and clench as he moves you, or how warm and wet your core feels on his leg. Even through his pants he can feel it. you really need him that bad? just from a few sloppy kisses?

“t-toji” his eyes travel back up to yours focusing on your blushed face and eyes screaming for want. He can barely fight back the smirk growing in his face. that’s all it took to make you cave huh?

“what is it doll? what do you need? tell me.” his eyes almost pierce your soul with the way he stares. like you’re the prey he’s been hunting and he’s finally caught you. your hips begin to move almost as if instinctively slowly grinding in his thigh. hands moving to grip his shoulders for extra support you can’t bother to stop yourself. It feels too good, HE feels too good. the way his eyes watch you shamelessly, hungry you could cum from that alone.

“need you f-fuck toji please” your eyes meeting his once more almost begging for him. That’s all it took. your words traveling straight to his dick he could practically cum on the spot. He never said he wasn’t a weak man. especially when you look so pretty trying to get yourself off on him. How could he ever resist?

“don’t worry pretty i’ll take care of you. just wait a lil longer alright doll? then i’ll be real nice to ya and this slutty pussy. f-fuck so fuckin pretty for me.” his hands still gripped on your hips following your pace leaving dark bruises along your neck. his head dropping your you shoulder still leaving kisses in between pants. “ttoji no more waiting need more if you now.” he broke.

he can’t wait any longer he needs to see you come undone for him. he’s lifting you once more almost as if your nothing to him. this time both of your legs sit in between his thighs giving him the perfect opening to your pretty pussy without anyone else enjoying the show. before you can process the new position he’s grabbing your face and pulling you into another kiss. letting it trail down to your jaw and neck turning your head to give him better access. well what’s exposed of your chest. small moans and gasps being ripped from you with every new mark.

“how can i say no when you look so pretty needin me baby? i’ll make ya feel better don’t worry.” his hands sliding to your thighs almost engulfing them. each hand pulling your legs further apart to give him better access, only for your dress to fill the gaps.

he doesn’t mind tho flimsy fabric can’t stop him from his goal, fingers traveling further in and up until they are grazing your core. Heat filling your body with every movement and word that leaves him. watching his movements only worsens the anticipation, and you can see how hard he is from all of this his cock still aching in his pants below you.

“mind if i take these baby?? it’s not like you’ll need them.” he’s looking at you toying with the hem of your panties your body grows impossibly hot from the question before you nods no. god if he had the time to take you and fuck you hear he would.

“ah ah ah need your words.” his eyes locked on your lips awaiting your answer you can feel the tension it’s so thick you can barely breathe. “take them.” that’s all it took before he was practically ripping them off your body. your body shivers at how exposed you are now. you watch closely as he stuffs the panties into a pocket quickly before he returns his attention to you. You. his eyes are locked.he’s starved for you.

He’s wasting absolutely no time before his thumb circles your clit finally giving the stimulation you’ve been on the verge of tears for. but you didn’t notice now his pointer and middle circle your entrance prodding at it waiting til your ready and he can stuff you in the only way he can right now. “she’s just so pretty crying for me look at her.” his eyes glued to your pussy taking in every cry and jolt your body releases. it’s all for him.

your quiet moans and gasps are gone now replaces with cries and whines gripping at his arms and shirt.

“f-fuck toji t-toji need more. m-more please shit.” your nails digging crescent moon shapes into his arms as he slides one finger in pumping it slowly until he slides in the other. “whatever you need baby. god look at how she takes me” his fingers are large. much larger than yours they stretch you a little but all you want is more. small moans and gasps leaving his lips, he might actually cum his pants from this. the way your eyes glue shut, moans and strings of cusses leaving your lips, how he has to keep you held in place with one hand, while the other working on you, making you into a beautiful mess.

“gotta make this quick baby we’re running out of time.” he’s out of breath panting between each word. he’s feeling the heat too. toji’s eyes flash to the clock then back to your face. god your beautiful face scrunched up with pleasure lips red and swollen from the kisses, mouth agape moans and cries not so quietly escaping. you’re just irresistible. his pace quickens searching for the spongy spot that’ll make you scream his thumb trying to keep quick pace to keep you crying out his name. god he want to hear that forever.

your eyes shoot open back to his before you take him into a deep hungry kiss. he’s left swallowing your moans and cries. he’s found the spot he wanted.

“god don’t stop toji i s-wear. don’t stop i’m so f-fucking close. please p-lease dont fucking stop. g-gonna cum.” you’re too pretty it’s gonna kill him. or get him killed. shit. your eyes lock shut again trying to relish in the feelings. before you feel him slow down. not a lot but enough just enough to get your attention.

“keep those pretty eyes open, want you looking at me when i make her cry for me baby.” your eyes stay locked on each other you eagerly nod and he begins at a hellish pace once more. you fight closing your eyes hands gripping his arms for dear life. your pussy sucking his finger in more clenching around them so much they might break.

“shi-shit shit shit cum-cumming toji ffff-fuck.” your body almost convulses the euphoria washing over you, your thighs shaking head dropping into his chest as you try to slow your breathing while coming down.

“taste so good too. shit.” he moans unbeknownst to you licking his fingers clean of your slick. too focused on coming down you couldn’t even notice him. Then he’s pulling you into another deep kiss, you can taste yourself on his lips. moaning into the kiss deepening it then, you hear three knocks on the door. Toji practically ripping you from him standing you up ensuring your steady then standing up himself and turning to look at you.

“ive got to go now doll face. i’ll see you again soon though right?” his hand cupping your face having you look up at him before you silently nod yes. he can practically see the stars in your eyes from the previous moments. “good baby and thanks for the gift.” he says patting his pocket where your panties were. His body turning walking towards the door conversing with the guard having them recuff him and walk him away. He’s eyes not leaving yours as he fades from view. then you’re being guided out by the other guard in the opposite direction.

your eyes looking back meeting his once more a smirk on his face flashing you a wink before you leave through the heavy metal doors.

this definitely broke so many rules.

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this was my first time writing smutty tell me how i did pls

I HOPE YALL ENJOY lowkey had fun writing this!!

i realized i never specified what yn was wearing so just think of like a flowy sundress can be whatever color or design you dream babe!!

toji is def beating it using y/n panties.

too sleepy to review it rn buttttt i will in the morning!

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[unknownmads]

okii yall majority said you guys want me to write again SO i gotta know what you guys wanna see or who you wanna see!

we could hop back into prison toji, as well as some others, i’m back really into MHA, and jjk so i’ll probably do a few of those!! BUTTT just tell me what you wanna see and i’ll make it happen pookies i got you. JUST COMMENT AND TELL AND ILL WORK AND DO IT OR DM AND TELL ME. anything for yall :33

im up to write x reader stuff or character x other character WHATEVER YALL NEED. bc i lowkey need to write

[unknownmads]

i kinda wanna start writing fics again but should i?? PLEASE HELP YALL

[tonaken]

Behave | Fushiguro Toji

Contents: Toji the hitman infiltrates the local prison to get a job done. That’s where he meets you, a mentally unstable inmate who’s as twisted as he is, if not more.

Warnings: MDNI, Toji Fushiguro x fem!reader, prison au, reader is lowkey not really insane, smut, rough sex, mandhandling, degradation, name calling, face slapping, cum eating, no aftercare

w/c: 1k

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Thinking of prison guard!Toji who gets hired for the job honestly by chance. He somehow passed the criminal background check and he is now here, having to care for people who have committed unspeakable things. He isn’t much different, he just did everything under the protection of the Zen’in clan, so his tracks are covered.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who lowkey befriends a few inmates. They’re not all evil, and under the rough exterior, he sees himself in them. He finds himself playing cards with them at times. He’s really good at it too, but the not really former yakuza down the corridor always manages to beat him.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who, one day, finds himself in the female section of the prison. His coworker called in sick and he has to cover for her. He‘s never been there, and a few inmates whistle at the man, excited to have such a tall, muscular man guarding. He doesn’t pay too much mind. He's used to being wooed by people.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who has to break up a fight in the yard. It seems that an argument escalated. He unexpectedly struggles to divide the raging women; they are definitely stronger than they look. He’s sedated the brawl and that’s when his eyes land on you on the floor, bleeding. He’s not shocked, he has seen - and done - much worse. But he can’t forget the way you smile while wiping the blood from your nose. It’s sinister, almost crazy. He asks himself if you have a few loose screws in that head of yours.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who is creeped out by the way you keep staring at him while in the nurse’s office. He does his best to ignore it. He’s trying to strike a conversation with the nurse, but he’s an old man who kinda hates Toji, so he doesn’t answer when he speaks to him. Toji himself looks like a criminal

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who has to take you back to your cell and has to deal with your curious questions. He thinks you’re positively mad when you're skipping instead of walking normally, the handcuffs still on your wrists

When did you start working here?

It’s been a few months

But this is my first time seeing youuu

I had to substitute someone.

Oh okay…welcome then, and enjoy your stayyyy

This will be my first and last time, so do not worry

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who finishes his shift, vowing to never go back to the female section. He shares his experience with those inmates he’s grown close to and they already know you, explaining everything they've come to hear on your account. Comes out, you killed a few people. Well that explains a few things.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who is sent to supervise a few prisoners while they do their chores. Contrary to what he promised you, he’s in the female section again. And there you are, again, showing a bit too much interest in him. You’re scrubbing the showers, but you still find the time to hassle him. He was handsome, built and that scar on his lips made your mind wander a bit too much. Besides, he emanated something you had not felt in a long time, not within the walls of this lousy prison.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who has to try his best to not look at you while cleaning. You look good, he has to admit it. He eyes your figure, bended over to truly get the grime off the tiles. And fuck him, especially after you not so accidentally get water on yourself. The sheered out shirt definitely has him licking his lips. Your plan worked.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who is called in to help get you into solitary confinement. You were acting up again, getting into a fist fight with another prisoner. He somehow knew it was you when they asked of him. You really loved trouble, huh?

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who finds out who you really are after you tell him who he is. You’re not stupid, the few inmates that disappered just after he arrived were old targets of yours. Besides, he reeked of cursed energy, even if you could tell that he wasn’t the source of it.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who smirks at you blowing his cover. You were crazy, but crazy smart as well. He came here acting all innocent and friendly, yet you found a way to see right through the bullshit. You and your pretty self knew too much, he had to cut you off

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who ponders your offer and accepts. What was there to lose?

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who fucks you against the wall of your cell, his fingers down your throat. All the mercy he had for you went into letting you live, none left in his thrusts. He didn't understand how this was a fair bargain, but he obliged. He was only going to benefit from it.

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who calls you names while he pounds into you from behind. Bitch, slut, whore. You seem to love it, by the way you moan around his fingers, saliva bubbling at the corners of your mouth. You’re so fucking filthy and he has to let you know

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who grunts into your ear about how much he hates you, but your pussy feels good so he keeps going, amply contradicting himself. You’re his little fuckthing now, and he’ll gladly use you in exchange of your silence

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who slaps your face when you don’t answer him after he asks you to ‘shut the fuck up’ because ‘you’re making too much noise’. You giggle in response, giddy on your creeping orgasm paired with the sting on your cheek

Thinking of prison guard!Toji who cums on your ass, leaving you like that in your cell, legs quickly giving out without his support. The view of you wiping your buttcheek and popping the finger in your mouth told him everything he needed to know. He was gonna have fun with you, all you had to do was behave

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[annoyance-for-u]

Is there part 2?

CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT INMATE TOJI AND CUTE LITTLE Y/N WHOS SO NAIVE TO BIG BAD TOJI

CW: Slight smut (mentions of his pp🤭)

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thinking about Prison toji who you met when your college has you do a little project in your criminal psychology class. The project was make a penpal get to know them ask why they are in prision, what their lives before was like, do they regret what they did etc. basic questions of course all you had to do was get the most information out of the penpal about their personal lives as you could.

Prison Toji who only signed up for the program because it was part of his latest court order saying he ‘needed more understanding’ so a penpal would give him a friend while they stay safe😭 he ofc hated the idea and thought it was the dumbest shit ever. until he got his first letter, from you (duh).

Prison toji who got mail for the first time and it was a little white envelope with a cute little sticker sealing it. He deadpanned *is my penpal an idiot these letters are for a prison not a daycare* he silently judges examining every detail as he opened the letter. i read the letter taking in every little personal detail you shared with him, your cute little name, how you loved your cat, how you’re new to the city only just moving for school, of course the boring questions for him as well. But at the very end of the letter he noticed an extra little note.

Ps. i left a few photos of myself along with some of my cat! i think it’s only fair since i got to see your photo on the website

Prison toji who grabs the envelope he previously had thrown to the side and pulls out 3 polaroids. One of you and probably your cat you’re dragging it into the photo with a big grin on your face. the second is a photo of your face a soft smile on your lips meant for whoever took the photo but Toji couldn’t help but wonder if that little smile was for him. Until he pulls out the third photo it’s a full view of you, you’re out in the city dressed all out, and Toji couldn’t help but know you chose that photo just for him.

Prison Toji who can’t wait to finally get some alone time so he can truly appreciate your pretty photos. And immediately goes to write you back answering all your cute little questions. Telling you where he lived before, how he ended up there, telling you what he did for work before (Surprise he sold drugs😍), telling you what he does to occupy his time here (he works out he just wanted an excuse to tell you how strong he is), and he asks you some questions.

Prison Toji who has been relentlessly flirting with since you started writing to him, asking if you had a boyfriend, how your school was going, why you moved to the city, how a cute lil thing like you is still single. You had been writing each other for a few weeks now which is a lot less than you think when you know how long mail takes. But your letters to each other are long. answering every little thing each other asks, learning about one another more and more. You had really connected so you finally ask him the big question he read the words as clear as day.

~Do you think i could come pay you a visit? ~

Prison Toji who had to immediately write back answering the most important question first.

~ And doll, you can come visit me anytime id love to finally meet you and see your pretty face in person~

he wanted to be nonchalant.

Prison Toji who was sitting in bed looking at your photos when he was called

“Zenin, you’ve got a visitor. away from the door.”

Prison Toji silently followed standing on the other side of the cell while the guard came in to handcuff him and bring him to the visiting area. Once he was in the room his cuffs connecting him to the table he waited. until he heard the door open again. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he saw the guard guide you in. You were wide eyed taking in the new environment until they landed on him.

Prison Toji was large, you knew he was tall and muscular thanks to his letters and photo but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal. Eyes widening even more when you fully take him in. seated At the grey metal table his hands on the table as the guard had told him to. his hair poking at his eyes which were staring drinking you in. his lip in a smirk helping you notice the scar on it which you couldn’t really see from the grainy prison photos. His shirt stretched against his muscles showing off a few tattoos hidden along his skin. the view making you squeeze your thighs together to release some of the pressure building.

Prison Toji who took in as much of you as he could as he watched you shuffle into your seat across from him, enjoying how you squirmed slightly within his gaze, his smirk growing into an almost full smile.

“hey doll it’s good to finally meet you.”