#jujutsu kaisen x black reader

[greedyhoneyz]

Keep Time On Me. Toji Fushiguro

Memories fade and wane, forgotten amid the fog of turmoil and strife. And yet when captured, they are forever immortalised, treasured and beloved like a childhood storybook.

content/warnings. fluff, fluff, and more fluff, baby megumi, young! reader, young! toji, light chocking, dom? reader. heavy heavy descriptions., fake kidnapping, memories, a vague attempt at time travel in my writing. author’s notes. forgive me for any grammar and spelling mistakes. reference photos: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13

Megumi's room lay still, tucked away at the edge of the Fushiguro home. It was a dimly lit space with walls painted white and cramped with posters. Against one wall, a tall bookshelf leaned slightly, crammed with an eclectic mix of titles, from thrillers to action and figurines. Against another was a small desk cluttered with school supplies: textbooks, pens, and a book bag. 

At the centre of the room, his pillowed bed was propped against the wall, its grey duvet covers rumpled and lived-in. On his nightstand was his aged nightlight and a simple speaker beside it. Beside his nightstand, his windows were drawn behind curtains. A glimmer of moonlight peeked out from beneath it and filtered across his bed, his hardwood floors, and towards his bedroom door. 

Beneath the dim glow of his nightlight, Megumi lay prim beneath his sheets, the back of his head sunk deep into his pillow. His legs were crossed and a photo album sat between his lap. 

It was heavy, its leather cover smooth and etched with marks of age. 

He flipped through its thick, shiny pages, brushing the palm of his fingers against its plastic seals and examined each photograph with curious eyes. 

Each photograph was etched with a date, marking the day it was taken, and a brief description. 

Megumi took each photograph with a sweetness to his heart and glimpsed at the gleeful, melancholic and sometimes infuriated faces of his family with a warm smile. His mind churned like a whirlpool, flooded with nostalgia and bitterness. 

The resolution in the photo¹ was poor and carried a grainy-like filter over it. It caught every shade of light at its forefront, from the dim light illuminating in the background and the damp glare of a glass door. In it, his mother, her face tilted to the side as she held her phone to her ear with a pensive glare. Her other hand pressed against a door. She was dressed up, her hair styled in a high ponytail, whipping across her back, and she was clothed in a white camisole dress and carrying a small, black motorcycle bag which hung between the side of her chest and her inner arm, her left wrist adorned with a thin, gold bracelet. 

She appeared significantly younger; the lines of ageing were absent as she gazed to the side, completely unaware of the carefully aimed lens pointed at her side profile. 

Megumi smiled and thumbed his finger against the collar of the album, turning to the next page. 

He could practically smell the aura of arrogance and pride radiating off from the pages below. It was two photos², ripe with the haughty sense of vain and a hint of brashness that once radiated off a man two decades younger. The first photograph, an upper body shot, showed Toji at prime, beefy and robust. He shot himself from his side, the stretch of his back seemingly smaller in contrast to the stretch of his arm. 

His face and the distant gaze of his eyes to the side of his camera hid behind the bulging, firm muscles of his biceps and its casting shadow. The setting behind him was washed with a strange, orange glow that dimly lit up the room. 

The second photograph, another upper body shot, provided Megumi with a full view of his father’s back and the slight show of his side profile and the reflection of his background: a glimpse at gym equipment and iridescent studio lights above. The stretch of Toji’s back was wide and unveiled the depth of his corded muscles, evidence of his devotion to lifting and training, and his choppy haircut. 

Megumi gnawed on his lips, and his dark eyes rattled. He glared at the photograph for a few moments, his shoulders recoiling in embarrassment, then quickly flipped to the next page.

Pressing the page down, Megumi’s eyes flicked over the sets of photographs on either page before one caught his attention. He couldn’t help but immediately smile at it, the embarrassment he felt staring at his father’s picture quickly melted away.

It was a photograph³ of his mom, donned in dark shades, a black zip-up jacket, a miniskirt, and a white bikini top underneath. She leaned against a pool table, wearing an assertive look, and held a long pool cue between her arms and outstretched back. In the background, his dad stood on the balcony, his wide back to the balcony doors and camera. He was hunched over, his arms leaning against the balcony railings as he puffed smoke into the air, a cigarette hanging off the corner of his lips.

There’s an air of charm, sophistication and coolness radiating out from the photo— 

“Tuh.” Megumi mused with a scoff, turning to a new page.

The photograph⁴ is a still of his mother and father at a bar, nestled closely against each other. And though his mother’s gaze is focused elsewhere, her eyes are filled with softness and contentment; she leans toward her husband, her hand wrapped tightly around his neck. 

His father is gleeful, baring a wide toothy grin and practically burning two holes into the side of his wife’s face with sensual, desperate eyes. His arms are wrapped around her, his right around her midriff and his left around the front of her thigh. 

Megumi grimaced, his lips curling into an embarrassed frown. He quickly yanked his finger against the collar of the paper and turned to the next page. His eyes briefly fluttered across the page, scanning each photograph before the grimace on his face deepened at the sight of a particular image⁵.

Kneeling on his knees, his head pressed against the side of her abdomen, Toji’s right hand slivered around his wife’s shin whilst his left embraced her thigh. His eyes were shut, hidden behind his eyelids and dark locks— he seemed at peace, submitting himself to his wife’s sovereignty, his head positioned away from her smouldering presence.  

His mother was a contrapposto; her body, eyes and presence illustrated an overwhelming spirit of potency and command. Her stance was grand, ardent and seductive. And arguably docile and inviting. 

Her head was hung slightly, carefully tucked behind her a light shadow, and her eyes were downcast, glancing down at the space between her breasts. Her arm sloped across her husband's head, her fingers sunken deep into his tousled tresses. They pressed against his forehead with a commanding force, casting his head aside as the glimmer of her engagement ring peeked out from beneath his thick mane.

As Megumi flipped through the album, the pages creaked under his fingertips. He stopped, bracing his eyes over the next pages below and looked at the photograph to his left, carefully brushing his hand across it.

From a Dutch angle, the photograph⁶ captured a wide, sprawling staircase. At its top, Toji, dressed in a black tuxedo, and (name), dressed in a tulle, ivory dress, stood. Wearing wide, bright smiles, the couple gleamed down at the camera below with eyes that shimmered so vividly beneath the wrap of a veil which vaguely covered their faces and blanketed them. 

The next photograph⁷ was professionally done. It was a mid-shot of his mother, from her head down to her thighs, and her stomach was round and swollen. Her head was tucked into her chin slightly as she glanced at the camera almost fiercely. She was naked: her arm was crossed across her bare chest, and her other cupped the underside of her stomach. On the bottom right corner of the page, a few millimetres below the photograph, in black marker, it read “It’s crazy how huge I used to think I was! I was only five months pregnant here.”

A fond smile grew on Megumi’s lips as his eyes carefully fluttered over the comment.  

Megumi thumbed through the next page, combing it open. His eyes flickered to the two pictures, which piqued his interest. He examined each closely. 

The first was a closeup⁸ of his dad and mom and a newborn version of him. He was eerily small, a sickly purple colour and mewled like a baby bird who had just hatched out from his egg. His mom, a picture of exhaustion and beauty was plausibly dishevelled, her hair lay in disarray, sprawled across the frame of her face and her eyes were shut with sweat shimmering across her forehead. His dad held a contented expression, his dark; stormy eyes were rich with wonder and fascination as he gaped at his family.

The second was a portrait⁹ of baby Megumi. He wore an adorable grimace: his dark eyes leering up at the fixture above; his faint eyebrows snapped together; his lips formed a tiny, hard line. His hands were balled close to his cherub cheeks– he seemed to look a bit concerned about the camera as he held his balled fists in the air.

Megumi flipped to the next page. 

The photograph¹⁰ was of Toji cradling Megumi in his arms with his back pressed against the side of an old car. Dressed in a light jacket and a blue baseball cap, Toji wore a lopsided grin as his eyes tracked over his child. He tucked him behind his arm and holstered him high with a grasp on his leg. Megumi was bundled in his embrace, wearing a light petticoat above his matching sweatsuit and socks. An inquisitive look hung over his face; his eyebrows were knitted together, his mouth slightly agape. He looked to the side of the camera with narrowed eyes and glared, ignoring his father’s attentive glance.

Below it, scribbled in black ink was, “Just me and Gumi— The brat threw up all over me a few seconds after this :(”

Megumi let out a laugh, bemused by the air of mirth and exasperation veiled beneath the scribbles in ballpoint ink and the stain of a single thumbprint. 

He leafed through the next couple of pages, the smell of musty paper filtering through the air and wafting across his face. He stopped rummaging the second his eyes latched onto a particular photograph.

The photo¹¹ was grainy and poorly captured the shadows and dark spaces in the background. There was a strange, yellow glow that emitted out like a sprawling fire, radiating against the figures in its centre. From its glare, it brought out the redness in their eyes and brightened their faces. 

Beneath the bright light, (name) nestled Megumi to her chest. He was smaller than a bag of flour and sat adorably in his mother’s hands. She smiled at the camera, her expression full of warmth and joy despite the deep-set bags beneath her eyes. Whilst Megumi simply gaped at the camera, his eyes wide and mouth shaped into a hollowed ‘o’.

Megumi’s lips curled upwards. He let out a muffled hum, his heart warm and content, and flipped the page over. His hand pressed down against the book, holding its pages open as he glued down on the dimly lit picture to his left. 

The photograph¹² is filled with the colours: pink and purple, with the occasional blue and white. Balloons and streamers decorated the party’s hall ceiling while confetti painted the floor. It was a crowded space, young children were running amok and dancing bodies fizzled in the shot. 

Away from the fog of bodies, Toji and (name) sat. They were the focus of the frame, sitting parallel to each other on folding chairs. Between them, Megumi lay, his legs tucked at his mom’s sides and his head cupped between dad’s palms. It was a quiet, intimate and out-of-place moment unscathed by the blur of figures and was filled with so much fondness. From the warm, tender smile on (name’s) face to Toji’s quiet descent to his son’s forehead and Megumi’s aloof gaze as he waded between his parents’ embrace. 

There was a soft sadness, a bittersweet feeling which had sunk its way into Megumi’s chest as he stared down at the photograph. 

All these memories, these pictures and inscriptions felt so familiar and so foreign. They were moments he couldn’t remember, experiences he’d forgotten. And yet— despite the distance it brought to his heart, a cushiony feeling, his never fleeting love and timid glints of appreciation for his family, kept him close. 

A loud creak ran throughout the room as the bedroom door opened. 

“Megumi,” Toji peeked out from between the doorway, his dark eyes darted across the room before they looked upon the mound of covers on Megumi’s bed. “Wake up kid, it's time for school.”

The mound laid still.

“Megs,” he whistled. He treaded in, his footsteps heavy and slow. “I’m not gonna tell you again– wake up.”

“Mmnh…”

“I don’t see you moving—get up,” Toji said firmly, easing his bottom on the edge of the bed. He hovered above the mound, examining the mass of blankets swallowing his son whole. Then, he sunk his claws into the blanket, tearing the sheets apart.

From beneath, Megumi wriggled and writhed. He groaned, mewled and squawked, curling his legs and tucking his head into the crew of his shirts. “Unnghh…”

“Hey, I don’t have the time for this– get up.” Megumi only continued to whine. He twisted himself, turned on his hip and faced the wall. As he turned, a pile of photo albums spilt out from beneath him, causing Toji to raise an eyebrow.

“Why’d you have all this?” He asked. 

He picked up an album, juggled its weight between his palms and examined its creased, leather spine and gingerly brushed his fingers along the worn, embellished leather cover “It’s been a while since I’ve seen this…” 

“Babe, is Megumi up? I’ve finished making breakfast–” (name’s) voice crept out amidst Toji’s bubble of dazed silence and Megumi’s blissful snores.

She stopped in her tracks and stared at her husband’s glowering, impeding figure hovered above her son’s dormant and dishevelled state. “What are you doing? I told you to wake Megumi up. Why isn’t he awake yet?”

She glared at her husband below, and struck her gaze to the album weighed between his hands and the pile pooling out from Megumi. “What’s all this?”

Toji shrugged aimlessly, his attention drifting to the yellowing, musty pages of the album. “Don’t know, just found him like this.”

“Well could you get him up then, otherwise he’s gonna be late for school–”

A chortled cackle travelled up from the tunnels of Toji’s broad-shouldered chest to his throat and bellowed out like a gunshot of thunder, sonorous and swift. “Don’t you remember this?”

He held the pages open and turned it to (name) as she sat beside him. 

Her eyes darted across the page as she leant forward, her chest smushed against the firmness in Toji’s arm. She examined both pages with a dull glance, her gaze filled with disinterest and a glint of peeve. 

A few moments passed before an air of realisation dawned over (name). Her eyes grew wide, her mouth fell agape and a shrill cry came out from her lips. “Oh my God!”

She took the album from Toji, nestling it between her palms and smiled down at the aged photograph before her. “We looked so young here!”

As she flipped through the pages of the album, memories came flooding back to her. Each photograph were sparks of her shared past, candid moments she had forgotten and captures she failed to be privy to. (name) looked at her husband with gratitude and relief in her eyes, his eyes mirroring the same and beamed at him with a grin so wide. “I haven’t seen these pictures in so long. Where did you find them?”

“I didn’t,” Toji admitted softly. He puckered his lips and jeered them over his shoulder, motioning to Megumi below. “He did. Had them all under him when I came in to wake him up.” 

“He must have stayed up late looking through all this.” (name) added, tracing her fingers across the borders of the album.                                                                                                                  

Toji tutted, ruffling a hand through his mane. “Probably why he hasn’t moved an inch in the last five minutes.”

“Still,” (name) droned on. “It's quite sweet, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” Toji shrugged, watching the pages of the album flutter as (name) thumbed through it, the faint sound of each thick paper brushing against the next resonating softly in the room.

As she flipped through the pages, both Toji and (name) found themselves lost in the past, examining each photo they stumbled across with murmurs of nostalgia, mournful gazes and stray touches on glossy edges. Warm chuckles followed through, accompanied by the rumblings of an embarrassed groan and the percussion of a blissful sigh. The ensemble continued to play as they rustled through their stills of time and reminisced. 

Then, (name) stopped. Her breath hitched and she could feel herself swelter. She turned to Toji and held the album to his face. She held her breath, watching carefully as a look of realisation painted across her husband’s face before she let out a shrill coo. “Oh, babe. Look at this.”

Taped beneath a plastic sleeve, was a photograph¹³ stuck in time. Within it, an adolescent Megumi was front and centre. The lighting was dim and the camera’s filter left a grainy stain across the image. 

Megumi was nestled comfortably in a bathtub, its porcelain white sheen reflecting the light streaming from the bathroom lights above. He was saddled between two pillows, one against his back and the other, propped against the end of the tub, whilst his bottom was holstered above a swamp of blankets. Between his little legs, a sea of storybooks, in an eclectic range of bright colours and sizes, pooled around him like a recurring yellow brick road.

He was immersed in a world of fantasy and adventure, sprawled comfortably against the cushiony padding of a pillow and wore an expression blended with deep concentration and tearful delight. His eyes were large like saucers, full of fascination and awe for the story unfolding beneath him in his hands.

“Ah, I remember this,” Toji hummed, his voice glinting with nostalgia as he took possession of the album. “Couldn’t take a shower without him bawling, so I had to resort to this.”

“Awww. He’s even wearing his old Spider-Man jammies– he never wanted to take those off.” (name) added, leaning into Toji.

“Remember the Spider-man costume you got him for Halloween?” Toji queried.

“Yeah, I do.” (name) traced her head through her thoughts before she shook her head in agreeance. 

“He wore that shit until the zipper broke. He couldn’t even go a day without wearing at least the mask.” Toji cajoled, his words spluttered between his exasperated laughs.

(name) feigned a shudder, letting out an uneasy breath, before falling into a row of stuttered giggles. “Don’t remind me.”

Perched at the edge of their teenage son’s bed, both Toji and (name) invested in an explosion of hysterics. His thunderous roars fed on the smoothness in her flaring giggles as they cackled, grinned and tittered amongst themselves, oblivious to the evolving drabness hidden beyond. 

From behind, a large, impeding shadow emerged. It was expansive and lofty, massing over the shape of blankets, pillows and drawn curtains. It grew and grew, entrenching over the hills of (name’s) shoulder and lodging around Toji’s neck, ceasing their laughter.

Megumi’s muddled figure; his tousled mane and wrinkled pyjama shirt; entrenched outwards and loomed over from above.

Both Toji and (name) turned, their movements slow and deliberate as they veered their eyes to Megumi’s towering figure. His eyes were sharp and distant, carrying a hint of fatigue as he leered down. His body tensed, jolting every few seconds as he balanced his knees on the surface of his mattress and wrestled for the strength to keep still.

He quivered from left to right, each falter sending him closer to his bed. It wasn’t until he trembled down, face first into his bed, did both Toji and (name) swiftly rise. They ascended over Megumi, indifferent to his minuscule display of dominance and clambered over him.

Freeing the album from the restraint of his grasp, it fell and bounced against the surface of the bed as Toji scrimmaged for hold over Megumi’s arms. His fingers curled around them solidly whilst (name) slogged through his sheets to snag a hold of his two legs.  

“Hey! Stop! Put me down! Dad! Mom!” Megumi unleashed a thunderous shout that crackled and creaked at each syllable that bellowed out from his chest and pooled out between repressed giggles. His voice ricocheted across the walls of his room as both his dad and mom holstered him up from his mattress and hoisted him out. In synchronised steps, they slung from side to side and dangerously close to the floor with keen smiles and impish laughter.

[shawtuzi]

thinkin’ about dry humping w your sweet husband nanami after he had a long day at work :((

cw include: a lot of kissing, dry humping, fondling , nanami is so in love w reader <//3 , abrupt ending im sawry

nanami always liked kissing you.

he liked the way your lips were soft to the touch, feeling like velvet against his own. he liked the way you sucked on his bottom lip whenever you wanted him to slip his tongue in your mouth. he liked the way your kisses always tasted sweet, like strawberry chapstick or your favorite sour candies. what he really liked though was swallowing up your whiny moans while you two pleased each other.

“mm ken,” you sighed against his lips, hips bucking forward when he settled you right against the bulge in his slacks. nanami hummed into the kiss, his hands lazily settling on your ass. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown with nothing underneath—just the way he liked.

his hands felt searing hot against the skin of your behind as he rubbed it tenderly, goosebumps rising in their wake. “so soft,” he muttered, tracing a heart on your left ass cheek.

he groaned when you slithered your tongue in his mouth, the faint taste of mango making his mouth water. “did you get into my mango icees?” he chuckled, giving your ass a sharp smack. you giggled, grinding your lower half into his out of instinct. “maybe . . . i couldn’t help it ken, i needed something sweet,” a laugh bubbled in kento’s chest, his heart clenching at how fucking cute you were.

“m’happy you were able to satiate your sweet craving,” he grinned, his thumb pushing down on your chin to open your mouth. your lips parted, tongue sticking out the tiniest bit. nanami sucked your tongue into his mouth, his hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you close. you couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back, your pussy feeling stickier by the second.

kento pushed his hips up, his grip on you tightening when he felt the warmth of your pussy against his poor, straining cock. your hand fumbled with his belt frantically, “d-do you wan’ me to—”

“nah nah it’s okay, wanna stay like this with you,” his lips captured yours in a kiss once more, his free hand now gripping onto your hips to start a steady pace. every time you’d try to pull back for air he’d pull you back, too greedy to let even a second of this moment go to waste.

a particular movement had you gasping wetly, back arching into his touch. “ngh that feels s’good,” you were boarder line slurring your words and he hasn’t even properly touched you down there yet. “mm it does doesn’t it,” he purred, sloppily kissing his way down your jaw to your neck. you tilted your head, giving your husband more room to kiss, lick, and suck to his hearts content.

“off . . . wan’ this off,” you whined, tugging at his dress shirt. nanami muttered something about you unbuttoning it for him so you made quick work to undo every button, your hands running over his naked chest the second you were finished. he shuddered when he felt your nails brush on his nipples—he was always so sensitive there. his tongue sloppily traced hearts into your neck, the sweet smell of your vanilla scented perfume making him dizzy.

“love you—love you s’much. most perfect thing in this world, fuck. my fuckin’ wife,” nanami growled into your ear, both of his hands now finding purchase on the fat of your ass. the front of his armani dress pants were now a sticky mess due to your sopping cunt, but he didn’t give a fuck in the slightest—shit if it was socially acceptable to walk around with your wives cum stains on you trust he’d already be doing it.

“keep talking,” you whimpered, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him impossibly close. kento’s lips lifted into a lazy smirk, “heh, you’re so fuckin’ cute. y-y’know i was doing a lil shoppin’ for you at the—fuck, a-at the office.” although you were mildly fucked out your ears perked up at that.

“saw these real pretty pearls, thought they’d look—ngh, darling on you . . . thought about them bouncin’ around while i’d be fuckin’ you silly.” you moaned at the last part, your fingers tugging at the hairs at the nape of his neck. nanami groaned, licking his lips before sinking his teeth into your neck, his warm tongue sticking out to soothe the mark afterwards.

nanami bunched up your nightgown to your hips, his eyes locking onto the sight of your cunt soiling his pants. your cream was smeared all along the crotch, adding to the wet, sticky noise that echoed throughout the living room. the second he got home he didn’t even have time to put his keys on the hook before you were dragging him to the couch, finding your rightful place on his lap.

“could just eat you up,” he muttered, his middle and ring finger slipping between your folds to collect your wetness. his eyes slowly drifted to yours, fingers coming up to his kiss swollen lips to suck the essence off his fingers. your eyes widened the tiniest bit when he stuck his tongue out, his hazel eyes darkening. nanami groaned rather loudly when you sucked his tongue into your mouth, his hips now bucking wildly into yours.

“s-shit shit shit!” nanami let out a guttural groan, his hips pushing up to grind more into your pussy. the rough material of his pants rubbed deliciously against your swollen clit, your orgasm following soon after his.

your body went limp against his, your face nuzzling into his neck. “take some deep breaths hon, i gotcha,” you heard nanami whisper into your hair, his arms securely wrapping around your waist. he was still hard of course, his cock not fully satisfied until he’s filled your cunt with all the cum he had to offer.

you whined when nanami laid you down, his body now finding place between your thighs. “you really do have the prettiest cunt, wife,” he said it so possessively, so hungrily that it had your pussy clenching around nothing. you were his wife. his wife to love, praise, spoil, fuck. all his.

[merakidoll]

older man nanami who finally found joy in his retirement years with his younger bimbo! it wasn’t supposed to happen, he was okay staying in a loveless marriage - smoking his cigars and watching his grandkids run around. but god bumping into you while at his favorite country club changed it all. then everything else came just a quick. the divorce. the marriage to you. the family dinner where everyone hated his decision and you. then how nanami yelled he was not longer living for them, but for himself.

now as the hot sun blazed in the beautiful tropical place, nanami under shade with a small glass of whisky and his handy cigar just watching the small bakini on your curvy frame while you played in the water of the beach that was just for you two. his cock hard, harder than ever with every bounce of your breast when you made your way too him. “nana! why won’t you come out with me?” your glossy lips pouted. you pulled your glasses up straddling him while wrapping your hands around his neck.

“was just enjoying the view babydoll” you kissed his cheek giggling at nothing, then his neck, your lip gloss leaving a glossy lip print. it wasn’t supposed to happen; but your hips began to buck again his hard print. the thin matiral of the bathing suits doing nothing. the somehow you found yourself slumping down onto the old man’s curved cock rocking your hips to fit his big size, mouth open in a silent scream. “you’ve taken him plenty of times beauty. be a good girl you can handle it” he landed a slap to your ass, your small yelps and bounces as you felt him in your throat. your words stuck, tears falling down on your puffy cheeks damping the whispy lash set.

“faster.” nanami command, buckling into your cunt and growling at how warm and wet you were. wrapping around him so well. the glass of whisky and his cigar were now long forgotten- his hand wrapping around you while he mumbled how much of a bad slut you were. “never listen to daddies instructions huh?” he held you tightly, fucking into fast - hard. the sound of your wetness and it’s splashing, his balls slapping against your ass, and your cunts creams dripping all over your bathing suits. “n-nana pleaseeee!” you cried trying to push away, your head becoming dizzy and your abdomen feeling a full sensation. your puffy clit kept bumping against things overstimulating you so bad that you squirted with a loud cry. “that’s it, give it to nana.”

nanami worked himself a little slower and sloppy, but not enough to stop the shooting pleasure. his ropes filled you just as your second orgasm came, your body shaking, pussy pulsing and clenching so bad that it set nanami’s second orgasm off. now after your beautiful vacation you had to sit down the same two kids that hated you and tell them that after 30 years they were finally getting another sibling!

[sumbarbietingz]

Onlyfans!Toji is the most popular content creator on the platform right now, due to his heaven sent physique and his impressive sexual performance

Onlyfans!Toji gets shitloads of collaboration requests daily, and he accepts depending on how popular the girl is. If she doesn’t have at least 400k followers on Twitter, she can forget about ever getting a response. Which is, often the case. He’s a paper chaser after all.

All it takes is a 10-second sneak peek of Onlyfans!Toji fucking his pocket pussy, or his new partner for him to gain hundred of subscribers, thousands of likes and comments.

Onlyfans!Toji is the type to write captions such as “You wish I used you like I’m using this fleshlight don’t you dirty girl?” and get everyone in his comments riled up, crying and begging to be used by him too

Onlyfans!Toji is thinking about accepting another collab but when he scrolls down his tl, he sees you. You posted a naked picture of your upper body, your brown breasts covered in cream and sprinkles with the caption “Come clean it off baby👅” followed with thousands of likes, comments and retweets. With his dick already hard from the pic, he checks your profile, and finds out you’re also on OF. And you have as much followers as he does.

While scrolling down your page, Onlyfans!Toji’s cock gets even harder as his eyes land on a video of you shoving a dildo in your fat pussy, your lips gripping your thick toy as it stretches you. The only sounds coming out from his speaker are your beautiful wanton moans and the suction noises your pussy makes as you’re fucking yourself.

Onlyfans!Toji usually doesn’t ask for collaborations, but after spending the last minutes watching your content while jerking off like a teenager, he decides it’s time to dm you. You’re a bombshell, you make some dope content and you’re popular? Why not having fun while making banks?

Part 2 is out!!!

[iluvwomensm]

theres nothing more sinister than my face when i find a new writer i fw

[lxnarphase]

BITCH, YOU KNOW I'M SEXY ᯓ★

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ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : being toji's roommate, you finally snap after another night of not being able to sleep because of his damn late-night hookups. your house, your rules.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x f. toji, frenemies to lovers, smut, face-sitting + pussy eating, dumbification, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, playful arguing, hair pulling, size kink, begging, riding, unprotected sex (do not do this in real life omfg), dom-ish reader, sub-ish toji, lots of pet names, toji being an asshole, toji gets called a 'good boy' a few times

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's notes : toji toji toji, what am i going to do with you...anyways, this was super fun and i love these two so much and i need them to go out on a date properly at some point ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎

you love sleep. absolutely love and cherish it, even.

every night, you follow the routine you set for yourself without fail: hot shower, slipping into some comfy PJs, in-depth skincare, brushing your teeth, and then pulling your bonnet on.

nothing is better than slipping into bed, soft sheets feeling sooo good on your skin. yes, you absolutely love sleep.

except it seems that your roommate has no respect for your need for rest, considering how many times you've had to hear the high-pitched whining of women paired with the annoying thud of the headboard against the wall.

he better not damage the wall either, because he will be the one paying for it.

you both were...sort of friends, sure, but ever since you both graduated college, toji has been doing his best to get on your nerves. constantly picking on you, teasing you, or doing stupid shit that annoys the fuck out of you. especially whenever he leaves the fucking toilet seat up in the middle of the night.

and every time he hears you squeal late at night in the bathroom before shouting his name, he can't help but laugh.

eventually, it went from him just doing things to inconvenience or mess with you to this. and you were tired.

these nightly...activities of his need to be addressed because you are not letting a man of all things be the reason you can't sleep soundly at night. this is your apartment, after all!

it's a friday night and you just know you need to talk to him before you have to hear some woman fighting for her life of toji does...whatever he does that has all these women coming in and out of your apartment like it's a damn brothel...okay, well, it was the same two women, but still!

so that's how you find yourself, pounding on his door, sleepy, tired, and irritated in your hello kitty pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt, ready to get in bed and actually sleep.

"fushiguro, open this damn door," you command, fluffy slipper tapping on the floor as you wait for him to open his door. after a minute, you hear a groan and the shuffling of sheets before the door swings open.

toji stands in the doorway, only in a pair of sweatpants that hang low on his hips with an eyebrow raised as he looks down at you. you don't care how hot he looks, you want nothing more than to wipe that look off his face, hating how smug he looks.

"whaddya want? 's she here already? told 'er not to come for another 2 hours," he mumbles, scratching at the scar on his lip. you're silent for a moment, processing what he just said. "who......no. nononono. absolutely not, tell whoever you are expecting she is not coming into my apartment."

crossing your arms, you fix him with a tough look. sure, you know you aren't the scariest thing, especially in hello kitty pants and puffy slippers, but it doesn't matter! he is going to respect your wishes or...or else!

"aww, what's wrong, doll? can't sleep," he teases, voice low and sinfully smooth as smirk finds its way onto his face. "guess ya should've invested in those headphone y'keep talkin' about so much. can't help that 'm just that good that the girlies can't keep their mouths shut."

having you in front of his bedroom door like this...it's so fucking adorable to him, you were just so cute and didn't have a single clue, did you? complaining that he and his little playthings were too loud and keeping you up was not what he expected. but, toji won't lie, he's genuinely surprised it took you so long to finally say something.

it seems his little comment struck a cord, his smirk getting bigger when your eyes get just a bit wider in disbelief. man, you were so fucking cute like this, all angry and huffy.

"okay, first of all, those headphones are NOT comfy to sleep with at night. and i'm not dropping almost $400 dollars on something so that i can accommodate for you," you argue, stepping forward and jabbing your finger into his stupidly big chest.

no, seriously, why were his pecs almost bigger than your tits?

"can you please just let me sleep for one night, or are you that sex deprived you can't go a single night without getting your dick wet?"

whatever this new side of you was, he liked it.

"aww, sounds like little princess s' mad no one's fuckin' her right. ya not gettin' fucked good, pipsqueak? haven't seen yer boy-toy around lately anyways.

"god, that's—that's none of your fucking business, fushiguro, shut up!"

"make me."

you blink.

a moment passes...and suddenly, your eyes are sharp.

ah...he might've fucked up with those two simple words.

"...you know what? i will, you annoying fuck."

catching toji off guard, you shove him back, taking advantage of him stumbling to walk inside his room as you slam the door shut behind you. a light chuckle escapes him, eyebrows raises. "so, the little kitten does have claws," he says with a grin.

his little roommate seems to have grown a pair of balls. what is she gonna do? hit him with pillows, curse him out, kick him out? pffft, if you kicked him out he would know you needed sleep, you both have been friends for too long...right?

as toji gets slightly worried he might've genuinely crossed a line (a bit too late to realize that, he realizes), you push him onto his bed, standing between his legs.

oh.

oh, he...he likes you from his angle, looking down at him with a little bit of a pout on those pretty full lips of yours as you try soooo hard to look angry and scary. but how can he be scared when his roommate, the one he's been fucking his hand for, looks so fucking cute?

curly hair a bit frizzy and messy (he's surprised you don't have your bonnet on yet), smelling like cocoa butter and that strawberry shortcake body spray that haunts him at night. and now you're in his fucking room. he'd never be able to escape it now.

fuck, every time you came close to him, he just suddenly couldn't process anything except you...he needed to get a grip.

propping himself up on his elbows, toji locks eyes with you, playing off his surprise. "what's gotten into ya, roomie? so aggressive, might have t' call shiu to come get you," he attempts to playfully poke. the tension in the room grows when you start to massage your temples, trying to calm down.

in.

out.

in.

out.

in-

"well, if lack of sleep is gettin' you all huffed up like this, i gotta couple o' ways t' tire ya out if y'need."

"oh my god, y'talk too fucking much," you grumble.

toji opens his mouth, ready to make another smart comment but he's shocked into silence when you tug your pajama pants off. there's no fucking way this is real. toji knows he has to be dreaming and knowing he'd be waking up with a wet spot in his pants if he didn't wake up soon.

and...are you wearing hello kitty boxer briefs too? god, you're such a fucking dork, it's cute and it's only making him harder in his pants.

but all of that is forgotten when you hook your fingers in the waistband of those stupid looking boxers and drag them down those pretty legs and toji gets a glimpse of your cute, pudgy tummy and...and....

fuck.

he doesn't even get a chance to think, he's so fucking hard. you're fucking half naked in his room right now and he can't tear his eyes away from how soft you look, that little patch of hair (is it shaped like a fucking heart? jesus fucking christ, you were serious about making yourself feel pretty everywhere), god, he's so fucked.

"shit. someone's eager. just couldn' wait to-"

"i'm so sick of you," you cut off, pushing him down onto the bed, crawling up his chest. you give him a look, one that he instantly understands and he smirks, giving you a nod before you continue moving until your hips hover over his face.

the smirk melts off his face when he realizes how real this is. your bare pussy is literally mere inches away from his mouth, so close he can practically taste you.

he's not gonna make it out of this alive, is he?

when you see him about to open his mouth to make another stupid comment, you move, pressing your hips down onto his face, shutting him up. "you wanna use your mouth so much, toj? i'll give you somethin' to use it on."

toji's response is just a muffled groan, his eyes fluttering a little. his hands move up to grip your thighs to steady you and also keep you on his face. he hasn't even tasted you, but shit, you smell so good.

wasting no more time, his tongue hungrily darts out, desperate to taste you. the moment he licks over your folds, he's sighing, melting into the bed. you're so soft, so sweet and he hasn't even gotten a taste from the main source. pulling you down onto his face a bit harder, toji finally swipes through your cunt and he's addicted.

"mmh, fuck," he grunts, burying his face as deep as possible. what the actual fuck are you made of, he thinks to himself. you taste so sweet, he's getting so dizzy as he starts to messily lap up all the slick dripping from your pussy. he barely pulls away from you to breathe, taking just a second to part, his hot breath fanning against the wet mess between your legs before he dives right back in, his low groans resonating against your core so nicely.

toji slurps loudly at your cunt, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips up, the friction of his sweats on his cock a sweet relief. he's so sure this is heaven, thanking whatever god there is for making you snap to this point but then you start talking.

you sigh, hips gently rocking against toji's face as your eyes open to look down your body at him. "mmn, 's better," you purr to yourself, little sweet noises of pleasure escaping you as one of your hands runs through his hair, giving him an encouraging little tug.

"should i just give you my pussy every night so you let me sleep, toj," you coo at him, a smug smile on your face. he didn't even notice his eyes slipped shut, but he opens them, flickering up to meet your lidded gaze and see the pride swirling around your eyes.

has his roommate always been like this? toji doesn't remember you being so fucking sexy like this. sure, you've always been attractive, and he's definitely had a thing for you for a while. but never in his life did he think his sweetheart of a friend would be smushing his face into her soft cunt.

his response is a little nod and an increase in his tongue's movements against your sloppy pussy. his lips move to suck right at your puffy clit, and he swears nearly cums when you gasp his name and whine, pulling him even deeper by his hair.

his train of thought is completely destroyed, he can't think of anything but you, can't feel anything but you, can't see, can't smell, can't taste anything but you.

he'd kill a man if it meant being able to taste you like this every fucking day.

"ohh, tojibaby, y'look s' pretty eating my pussy...poor thing, jus' needed something to shut you up for a bit."

scratch that, he'd kill SEVERAL men if it meant hearing you sing praises like that while you grind against his mouth, practically suffocating him with your thighs.

it's addicting, the way slick is gushing out of you each time he kisses your clit before sucking on it, coating his mouth. toji knows he looks a wreck, but he doesn't care, not when he's got you on him like this.

"d'you wanna make me cum, toj?" you ask it so teasingly, tugging his hair again and making him moan. "you're makin' out with my pussy...such a good boy for me."

those two words are his undoing, a visible shift in his energy. his eyes are sharp, and he almost looks angry as he grips your thighs even harder. "yes, fuck, yeah, mama, i wanna make you cum all over my face," he growls, tongue unrelenting when it slips back inside of your cunt, a nasty wet noise filling the air as you keen. he's fucking you with his tongue so messily, like he'll die if he stops tasting you.

good boy. you called him a good boy.

the compliment made something snap in him, the need to devour you whole the only thing on his mind. he's not just a good boy, no, he's your good boy, and the thought of being yours makes a thick bead of precum to drip out of his cock and stain his sweatpants.

he's brought back when you tug his head back to look at you, that thick tongue of his slipping out of you.

"i don't want you bringing anymore fucking women in my house, fushiguro," you warn, glaring down at him. you're serious. if you see another girl come in here at 11pm, you might actually kill this man in his sleep and not in a way he'd like

"i'm so tired of hearing their annoying moans. if you need a pussy to put your stupid dick in, just ask me, you fuckin' idiot." shit, you usually never talk like this, but toji likes this side of you. the usually sweet and kind roommate he was so used to was no where to be seen, replaced with this commanding and no-nonsense woman who knew what she wanted.

he can't even deny, this side of you is such a massive turn on.

"promise you're gonna let me fuckin' sleep n' i'll cum on your pretty mouth, fushiguro. otherwise, i'm getting up and i'll call shiu and see if he wants a taste."

oh, fuck no. no way in hell is toji letting that smug bastard see you like this, best friend or not.

he desperately nods, just wanting you to let go of his hair so he can dive back into your sweet pussy, licking his lips to taste you again.

"promise, mama, no more bringing other women, jus' you, don't need nobody else but you, y'got my word."

"that's my good boy."

once you let go of his hair, toji dives right back to the task at hand like man possessed. his lips press against your clit, kissing it with little wet smacks before sucking it into his mouth. his tongue doesn't give you a break, flicking over it rapidly. your moans, god, your moans are getting so loud and so pretty, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches you get closer and closer.

"c'mon, doll, please," he begs, a whininess in his voice as he massages your thick thighs, encouraging you to ride his face until you cream all over it. "give it t' me, give me what i wan', cum all over my face, baby girl."

feeling how you start to move your hips, a sweet little 't-toji, 'm gonna cum' falling from your lips, his hands grasp your ass as he seals his mouth over your cunt, sucking and licking desperately.

he needs it.

he needs you.

needs you so fucking bad.

feeling him mutter those words against your cunt makes you gasp and choke out his name, thighs squeezing around his head. "oh, fuck, toji, 'm cummin, baby!" your hands are both in his hair as you desperately hump against his mouth, body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

he doesn't stop, he keeps his mouth on you to make sure not a drop of your sweet cum goes to waste. he can feel it spilling out of his mouth, down his chin and neck. it's so messy, just how he likes it.

he watches you, how could he even think to take his eyes off you? you're so pretty, do you even realize how your hair got puffier and messier from your sweating, how a few of those tiny curls got stuck to your skin?

"g-god, fuck, toj, hoohmygod, your mouth 's so good, nngh!"

shit, you're pretty, so fucking pretty, what the fuck? god, you even cum pretty, toji's so fucked. why didn't he get you on his face like this sooner?

feeling your tremors start to subside, toji slows his tongue, switching to little licks and then to soft kisses against your clit, keeping you grounded as you come down from your high. the fact he didn't paint the inside of his sweatpants white is a miracle, but he knows the front is wet and stained.

when he feels you relax, toji guides you off his face and down to sit on his chest. he can't help the twinkle in his eye, grinning at you proudly. the bottom half of his face is a mess, covered in his spit and your slick. you like this look on him.

"has anyone ever told you that you've got t'most addicting pussy ever?"

you huff a laugh, urging him to move up further on the bed until his back rests against the pillows. he was so annoying, and you hated how attractive it made him. “you’re too awake for my liking," you sarcastically huff, giving him a sweet little pout that makes him feel a bit more things than he probably should.

tugging his sweatpants down, you let out a little noise of surprise.

ah.

it all makes sense now. no wonder those girls sounded like they were dying.

"toji, what the actual hell is wrong with you?!"

"don't get mad at me, ma, i didn't magically make my dick this size! i just got lucky!"

"lucky?! girl, this is a curse, how the fuck did those girls fit this thing in them?!"

"they didn't."

that makes you pause. they couldn't get him all the way inside? glancing down at his cock, heavy in your hand, as he helps to get his pants completely off, you're not surprised. but you could take it, right?

...guess you need to find out.

shifting your hips, you move to swipe his cock through your slick pussy, a smug look on your face when he sharply inhales. "i'm gettin' my revenge, pretty boy, for all the sleep you made me lose. 's late, anyways, yeah? don't we need to sleep soon?"

the head of his cock catches onto your entrance, causing you both to sigh in pleasure. this would be a stretch, but you're determined by pure spite from toji and those women keeping you up at night.

while you're teasing him, toji is a breath away from losing his mind. the sight of you taking charge, hair completely fluffy now from the humidity in the room, has his cock pulsing in your soft hand. he's so sure that you're not gonna be able to take it all in. shit, he's wondering if he should stop you, tell you he's gotta prep you first or else it's gonna hurt, but you use your free hand to grab his face, making him look at you as an evil grin breaks out on your face.

"i'm gonna put you t' sleep with my pussy. uhm, something something, call that pussy nyquil," you giggle, slipping the tip of his cock inside of your wet, tight little cunt.

melting, that's the best way toji can describe the feeling of behind inside you, even if it's just the tip. "jesus," he hisses, his hands coming up to grip your hips. you're so hot inside, your tight walls are so snug around him. there's no way this tight cunt of yours is gonna be able to fit him in, there's not fucking way.

despite that, he finds himself guiding you down onto him, trying his hardest not to buck up into you. but the sensation of your soft, gummy walls squeezing him so perfectly is making it so challenging to stay still.

"fuck, mama...shit," he groans, watching as he is sucked into your warm pussy. once you get halfway, he expects you to stop, and that's usually where they all do. he was fine with that, more than fine, because he's never been inside someone so fucking tight.

but then, you raise your hips until just the tip is inside, and with a devious little giggle, you slam your hips down, gasping when you get him in all the way. damn, you realize it was a stupid idea, the stretch making you feel almost sick, but the reaction you get out of toji is worth it.

his head falls back against the headboard, and he whimpers, eyes rolling back into his skull, his lip pulled between his teeth as he tries to relearn how to think.

“i'm gonna make you cum and ‘m gonna fuck you stupid for not letting me sleep, fushiguro.” giving yourself a bit to get used to his size, you slowly started moving, seeing what angle worked best for you.

meg the stallion, i'm gonna make you proud of me, you think with a little smirk before you steady yourself with your hands on his chest and start to bounce your hips, your cute little threat only making his cock throb inside you.

"'m gonna make you regret bein' an asshole to your pretty roommate, pretty boy."

it doesn't take long for it to get messy, for it to get so fucking sloppy and noisy. each time you bring your hips down, the room is filled with a wet smack. you've really made a mess out of him, your sticky wet coating his fat cock and his lap, thick strands of it connecting you to him with each raise of your hips before you bring them right back down.

toji can't breathe, finally tilting his head back up as his eyes are glued to where his cock slips in and out of you. you're taking him, taking all of him into your sticky cunt and, shit, he thinks he might die like this.

"fuck, fuck, mama, c'mon, don' do this t' me, relax, please, fuckin' strangling my cock, oh my god—"

he's whining, it's so cute. who knew you could get toji fushiguro, mr. tough guy, to crumble under you like this so easily? it's so wet and gushy, the sound of your thick body smacking back down on his only making his insides twist in pleasure. he can feel how fucking wet you are, dripping down his cock, down his balls, it's so unfair.

"tojiii, talk t' me," you coo at him, your sweet voice bringing him back. "don't tell me my pussy's making you dumb already, jus' started."

you did, you're literally fucking him dumb, and he doesn't know what to do or what to say, but hearing you say his name like that in-between moans as you bounce your hips up and down his throbbing shaft has his babbling in an instant.

"god, this cunt 's perfect, baby, s' fucking perfect."

“yeah? y’like my pussy, toj? like my pretty cunt creaming on you?” you roll your hips, a pretty moan leaving you when his tip nudges against that soft spot perfectly. “f-fuck, you really are big...poor thing, no one could get it in all the way? am, mh, am i the first t’ take this fat cock t’ the hilt, tojibaby?”

you lean forward, hands moving from his chest to around his neck as you roll your hips, swiveling them in ways that have him gushing precum all over the insides of your cunt. the squelches your cunt makes with each roll is so fucking sinful and so nasty.

"y-yeah, mama, she feels s' good around me, all tight and warm, milking my cock like it's made just for you."

god, you smell so good...he can still smell your perfume and the sweet blueberry scent of your leave-in. you smell so sweet and taste so sweet too, he's so fucking lucky to have you fucking him like this. toji's hands move from your hips to your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his dick, groaning your name.

"god, you're the first to take it all, y'got me so fucking deep in that sloppy lil' cunt that y'can feel me in your stomach."

you giggle between moans, pressing your forehead against his. "y'so cute, toji, such a good boy f' me, yeah? feels so much better knowin' you can just tell me if you need me to put you to sleep, right?"

he groans, nodding as his eyes flutter closed again. "y-yeah, yes, baby, feels s' much better," he admits, breathless as he starts to get close. he can feel you getting tighter, getting wetter, and he'll be damned if he cums before you do.

"aww, listen t' you," you say with a little whine, your dominant mask starting to ebb away as you start to grow weaker and weaker. it's starting to feel good, really good, to the point where you can't think either, and you don't know how much more of this you can do. "m-my pretty boy, my good boy, f-fuckin' me s...s-so good..."

the moment he picks up the whininess in your voice, toji is alert, looking into your eyes to find that the pleasure is finally catching up to you, too. "yeah? yeah, mama? she's feelin' good? fuck, 'm gonna fuckin' fill you up, baby, gotta cream this pretty pussy so deep that she feels it f' days," he grunts, mouth open as he pants against your lips.

they look so pretty, he wonders if you taste like that lip balm you always carry, if your tongue is as sweet as you are, if your plump lips are as soft as they look. the thought of them pressing against his is what breaks him, and he's so embarrassed at the noise he makes before leaning back against the pillows and planting his feet into the mattress.

"i gotta fuck you, gotta fuck you good, 'm sorry, 'm so sorry, baby, promise i'll let you sleep, promise i'll be good for ya, okay? mm, fuck, c'mon, let toji make it better, gonna kiss your cunt with my cock and make it up t' ya."

toji fucks into your hole desperately, groaning at the loud wet plaps of his hips smacking against yours. your moans, god, your moans, they're so pretty, you're so pretty. he can see your tits bouncing against the fabric of the shirt you have on, and he curses, so fucking mad he didn't have you take it off. but he doesn't care, not right now, not when he sees how gorgeous you look.

he's so fucking prideful when he sees how poofed out your hair is, bouncing with each thrust up into you. "y're so fucking pretty, c'mere."

one of his hands grabs you by the back of the head and smushes his lips against yours, hungry as he licks over them before shoving his stupidly thick tongue inside your mouth. the kiss is just as messy as the rest of you, and the pitiful little moan you give has him reeling.

"i-i'm, 'm gonna cum, toj," you whisper against his mouth, nails biting into his shoulders as you do your best to match his pace. you're gonna cum, he's gonna make you cum, you're about to cum all over his fucking dick, jesus christ.

"fuck, you're so hot, so cute, mama, my pretty girl. need ya t' cum, dolly, can y'do that for me? please, baby, cum on me, make a mess s' i can fill you up an' apologize like i promised," he rambles before kissing you again, biting your lip before running his tongue over it.

it's so close, you can taste it. it's so unfair how big his cock is, how you can feel every vein and throb of it inside of you, how you can feel his hot precum smudging all over your velvety walls.

the realization that he's inside you raw has you moaning so sweetly, and your pussy is gripping him for dear life as you dig your nails into his shoulders even more, head falling forward. "t-toji, 'm, 'm gonna—f-fuck!"

you're cumming, you're cumming on him, and it feels so fucking good. you're creaming all over his lap, and your crying and moaning his name so sweetly he feels like he's gonna pass out. "baby, babyyy, no, lemme see, lemme see you cum," he begs, the hand in your hair tilting your head back up and the view he gets has his hips stuttering inside you.

your eyes are unfocused, long lashes wet from tears as you pant and whimper for him, all for him. and when you make eye contact with him, he feels your gummy walls squeeze him so tight.

"oh, fuck, yes, mama, jus' like that. keep cummin' on me, keep goin', 'm so close, gonna cum, gonna cum in this pretty pussy s' fuckin' deep you feel it in your tummy," toji babbles before he's losing himself too, pressing your head against his chest as he fucks into you, savoring your overstimulated cries for him. "'s gonna go deep, so fuckin' deep an' i'm gonna fuckin' eat it outta you, just like y-you fuckin' deserve—!"

with a pathetic sounding groan of your name, he's giving one, two, three, four hard, deep thrusts, moaning as he pumps his thick load into you, feeling your oversensitive pussy milking him dry. "g-good boy, g'fucking boy, tojiii," you whimper, moving from his chest to pepper kisses all over his face, moaning softly as you feel his hot cum coating your walls.

his mind is so blissfully blank that he doesn't even realize he's shaking a little bit from how hard he just came. cooing happily at him, you cup his cheeks, trying to bring him back down to you. "come back t' me tojiiii, don't die on me, roomie!"

still reeling from his insanely intense orgasm, manages a little chuckle, his hand moving from your ass to under your shirt, stroking your back. "'m here, 'm here, promise...i just...shit. ya fuckin' drained me, girly. what the hell are you?"

you laugh, kissing the corner of his mouth before nestling under his chin to catch your breath. "I'm your damn friend who happens to be the roommate you have been tormenting by not letting me sleep, dumbass."

"heh. fair point."

you both stay like this for a bit, just resting a little and trying to catch your breath. except...toji's eyes feel a little heavy, and he feels himself drifting away. "there you goooo," you coo, hand running through his hair. "told ya i'd put you to sleep."

"yeah, yeah, you were right," he grumbles and opens an eye, hand coming up to pinch your cheek. "jus' a lil' nap, okay? we still gotta get you cleaned up. after all, i promised i'd clean my cum outta ya, right?"

"my god, toji, you are nasty."

"but you like ittttt."

you couldn't stop yourself from laughing because, yes, you did. you liked it a lot.

soon, the room falls quiet as toji's breathing falls into rhythm with yours, the rise and fall of his chest steady and slow. his mind is still a bit dazed, and he can't help but get a little flustered as he realizes how badly he's wrapped around your little finger. the thought is only further confirmed when he feels his heart squeeze just a bit when he notices you fell asleep on his chest.

he wraps his arms around you in a gentle embrace, huffing to himself. yeah, so what he was whipped, he finally got you in his arms, so he sees it as a win.

as sleep finally starts to creep up on him, he presses a little kiss to your forehead, leaning back against the pillows and shutting his eyes. just a little nap, and then he'll get you cleaned up and make sure you accept his apology for everything he's put you through.

...he just hopes you won't be too grumpy when you realize you fell asleep without your bonnet on.

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i feel like husband!suguru would be amazing to you. he’s the type of husband that would have his entire world revolved around you. if he goes to the store, he’s always like, “i wonder if y/n would like this?” when he’s out with his best friend, satoru, he’ll ask him, “do you think y/n would like this?” knowing damn well, despite what satoru says, suguru will get it for you anyways. it’s not like he has anything to spend his money on. if it’s not tattoos or piercings, then he blows everything on you.

speaking of tattoos… your name was inked behind suguru’s ear the day he said he loves you. yeah, maybe that’s a bit bizarre, but to him it’s not. you were it for him. you’re the only person he wants to spend the rest of his life with, so why not tattoo your name?

husband!suguru loves you. everything about you. how you smell. your soft skin. the way the room lights up whenever you step in because your presence alone is stronger than the sun. he loves how your laugh is music to his hears that blooms a warm feeling in his chest that he never felt before. he loves how your curves melt into his body and the sound you make when you moan from his firm grips and wet kisses.

boyfriend!suguru was one thing, but husband!suguru? whew… feral wouldn’t even be the word to describe it. it feels different fucking you now that you have his last name. he’s possessive over you. he whispers in your ear how much he wants to breed you and excited to make you mommy because suguru seeing your stomach round and full of life that you two created would send him over the edge.

husband!suguru is soft with you, but would occasionally pick on you to start harmless banter. he thinks it’s adorable when you get riled up, and even more when you realize he’s doing that just to see you that way. he’ll always end it with “you know i love you, angel.” because he does.

husband!suguru loves you more than life itself.

[lingeriae]

"because you're my wife."

the voice is aggressive and harsh, which isn't unexpected because of the person it comes from, but the words have you feeling warm even with the possessiveness and aggression that comes off of it, it still has you face heating up and your eyes averting from his ruby red ones that seem to see right through you.

sukuna's fist is clenched and his body is tense as he stands in front of you, unknown and unwanted emotions flowing throughout his body, his heart beating rapidly and loudly in his ears—he wonders if he's having a heart attack at the moment. his swallows as he takes in your beautiful side-profile, light hitting your sun kissed skin just right, his fingers itch with the need to grip unto you. to take you.

his throat feels tight.

your stubborn, reckless—smart but reckless. it gets on his nerves, the way you don't seem to care about anything, not even yourself. your defiant, especially against him. don't follow rules, and go by what you think is right, and no one, not even him, can get in the way of what you think is right. and it's funny, you're just a mere human, a bothersome woman. sukuna could take your life easily, he has no doubt you would put up a fight, but he could kill you.

that was the plan all along, marry a member of the zenin clan, get the information needed, then kill them.

but things had changed, a lot of things changed since he met you. you made sukuna...feel things. you were different from all the members of that shitty clan, with your hair that rose towards the sun, always looking neat with the little curly coils and always feeling soft to the touch, you didn't cease to amaze sukuna with the little way you styled it and with the way you cared it so delicately.

your fierce glare that rarely left sukuna's gaze, never backing down even when he gave you the most deadliest of looks that had anyone else cowering, those same eyes that allow him to see how vunerable you are when you let him have his way with you and show him how you truly felt at times. those plumpy soft lips, full and round, they felt like heaven against his own when they overlapped. your sweet fucking voice, always finding something to cuss him out about, always saying his name in more ways than once. shit don't let him start on your fucking body.

you made sukuna feel things, give him this warm and nice feeling inside and it makes him sick. everything would go according to plan if you didn't make sukuna fall for you—if you weren’t so you. that's why he can't kill you,

and that's why he's so fucking upset.

with your arms crossed over your chest, you unintentionally make the male infront of you glance down at your supple breast that sits temptingly against your bra, you suck your teeth in annoyance still refusing to look at him. "i was your wife before, and it wasn't a problem." before, before he fell for you. before he got infactuated with you.

his jaw tightens and he grabs your chin, forcing you to stare into his eyes. "i said what i said, you'e not doing that shit. you're gonna get fucking killed."

you drag your hand from his grip as if you were burned, returning his equally intense gaze and ignoring the way your panties seem to cling unto you. drenched with annoyingly arousal. "don't talk to me like im a fucking child, ryomen."

sukuna’s head tilted in brief wonder and amusement, astonished that you would spit his last name out with such venom, knowing he could kill you in a second. knowing that not only was it his name but yours.

he lets out a bitter chuckle, "stop fucking acting like it."

it's a silent battle between you and him after that. both of you silently daring the other to look away as you continued to glare at each other—a silent battle between husband and wife. a war between two faith-fucked lovers.

sukuna huffs out a breath, shaking his head wildly before cradling your delicate and god-like face in his palm—akin to some form of desperation.

“what is it going to take? to prevent you from doing this to-to stop you from going on this fucking suicide mission?!” his voice almost cracks.

sukuna ryomen’s voice almost cracks.

your hand is so little in contrast to his. it has committed less cruelty and faced less harsh treatment compared to his, yet you place your hands over his and caress them with such gentleness. such tenderness and love.

and sukuna’s heart cracks at the words that left your lips, inhaling sharply as if he had been stabbed in the chest.

“there’s nothing you can do, you can’t stop me from doing this. nothing you do or say will change my mind and that’s final.”

the king of curses forgets how to breathe.

[ridingthatd]

toji was a boxer.

a ruthless underground boxer.

he was a dominate man. always fucking you. always claiming you. rough in a lot of ways. he never knew how to submit. but tonight was different.

letting you be in control. wasn't something toji did. letting you have him under your mercy. wasn't something he was used to.

"baby! baby! no- ngh no more! no more!" toji whines. he whimpers. eyes crossed. letting all his control. all his sense. loss. he didn't care about how pathetic he looked right now. all he wanted to do was beg you. beg you to stop your teasing as you suck on his perky red nipples. as you bite them between your teeth.

while your hands work fast on his fat leaking cock. maintaining eye contact with him. as your tongue peaks out and lick. as your hand tug tightly on his angry tip. it all drived him crazy. being like this under you.

"you're gonna cum baby? yea?" you gently ask him. like he was a little baby. a little dog. toji nods eagerly. whining as your movements go harder on him. his hips twitching. humping your hands. not being able to control his own body.

his abs clench. and he let out a loud groan. arching his hips. before he spills his warm seeds. coating your fingers with his white liquid. tears that he didn't even notice. slip past his eyes.

maybe he didn't mind you taking the lead.

[purinipod]

you accidentally sent them a picture

including: sukuna, ino, gojo, geto, nanami, toji, and choso

author’s note: i didn’t proofread this so sorry if there’s any spelling/grammar mistakes masterlist

@purinipod pls don’t steal or translate any of my work

[shawtuzi]

thinkin’ about 69ing w toji!!

cw include: 69 position, pussydrunk toji, whiny reader, a smidge of overstimulation

“fuckkk yeah honey, jus’ like that.”

you whimpered around toji’s dick as he moaned shamelessly into your pussy, his tongue drawing sloppy figure eights around your clit. a mixture of your essence and his drool was dripping down his chin and right into his already sweaty chest, but he didn’t mind in the slightest.

you felt the tip of his nose nudge into your entrance, the movements from his tongue now switching to move side to side. you choked around his dick, fat tears brimming at your lash line.

“mmph, do that again honey. make that throat tighten up ‘round me,” he purred, sucking your folds into his mouth. he ran his rough hands up the backs of your thighs, grabbing a handful of your ass before giving the left cheek a sharp smack!

you opened your mouth wider taking more of his thick cock into your mouth. your tongue wagged against the underside, the the two thick veins that ran upside it throbbing against your tongue. you felt the tip of his dick nudge against the back of your throat, a semi-violent gag slipping past your drooling lips.

your hand cupped his balls, squeezing them ever so softly. toji let out a particularly loud slurp against your pussy, pulling away slightly just to spit on it. he watched the glob of spit dribble from your entrance to your clit, his tongue peeking out to swipe over his lips as he watched you clench around nothing.

“such a pretty pussy…look how wet she is,” toji murmured to himself, spreading your lips with his thumbs. you pulled off of toji’s dick with a wet gasp, your back arching when you felt the tip of his thumb push into your hole. “toji—hah!” your backside pushed against toji’s face when you felt his hand swat at your ass a second time. “be still,” he grunted, relishing in the squelching noises that your pussy made each time he pulled his thumb out.

he circled his thumb around your entrance, his nostrils flaring when you took his throbbing cock back into your mouth. you suckled on the pudgy, pink tip before kissing your way down the base. “a-ah shit,” toji grunted, his hips bucking upwards when you took one of his balls into your mouth. his cock throbbed against your cheek, the pearls of pre that dribbled from the tip smeared onto your cheek, adding further to the mess.

toji’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his tongue lolling completely out of his mouth to allow you to fuck yourself on the wet muscle. you let out a squeak when you felt your head being shoved down followed by toji’s quick, harsh thrusts into your mouth. your jaw completely unhinged, toes curling as you let him use your mouth.

the noisy gluck! gluck! gluck! sounds you made as he fucked your throat had toji’s balls tightening, the coil in his stomach becoming more and more wound up. “babyyy fuck,” toji moaned against your pussy, the movements of his hips stuttering.

“i-i’m close daddy,” you whined, your hand wrapping around the base of his dick. you jerked him off quick, but not too quickly, your tongue circling over his slit. “n-no baby don’t do th—hat!” toji’s thighs began to tremble, his mouth dropping open as the first spurt of his cum landed on your tongue. you continued to circle your tongue over his slit, fighting back a smile at how whiny he was becoming.

with one final sloppy suck to your clit you were cumming all over toji’s tongue, your cum hitting the back of his throat in tiny gushes. you wanted more, you need more—so without warning you sat your entire weight on his face, both of your hands wrapping around his dick to milk his orgasm.

toji was hot—very hot and breathless, but that didn’t stop him from sucking your clit with fervor, the obscene slurping noises bringing heat to your already warm cheeks. he weakly tapped your thigh three times, signaling for you to get up.

“what a mess,” toji chuckled breathlessly, his fingers swiping against the wetness on his chest. he held them out to you, smirking when you started to suck on his fingers like you would his dick, your tongue swirling around the digits.

“mm let’s go again but this time i want you to nut in me,” you gave him a dopey smile, your fingers trailing down his sweaty chest. “ah, i don’t know sweet thing i might need a m-minute,” toji nearly choked on his spit when you wrapped your hand around his now soft cock, teeth biting down harshly on his tongue when you gave it a soft squeeze.

you cuddled more into his side, tilting your chin up for a kiss. toji hungrily pressed his lips against yours, his abs clenching when you started slowly stroking his cock. his mouth dropped open the tiniest bit allowing you to slip your tongue between his lips. “you’re gonna be the death of me y’know that?” he groaned against your lips, his dick now semi hard.

“i know but i’m fine with that. now get comfy m’gonna ride you till you pass out.”

[merakidoll]

“come’on sweetpea, tell daddy all about it.” this was you first time getting to fuck the big dick toji; and unsurprisingly he lived up to the hype. “a-as he fucked hermmm w-walls, h-his fingers rubbeddd her c-cli— tojiiii!!” you were really trying! you really really were, but he was so deep. cock all the way in your tummy. he bounced you on him effortlessly, basking in the stage lights and gazing eyes. toji knew how to please a women. you wanted to throw the book, throw it and let yourself go. enjoy the good dick - but sadly that just wasn’t an option.

“such a cock slut hm?” he whispered your ear- only for you. “like havin another woman husbands fuck.you.” you pumped into you hard as he said fuck you. no words could fall from your lips, your orgasms right there, your hand gripping the book tight as you threw your head back. “t-there! m’thereee” you whined! no faking in sight, you more into it than usual and fuck- you could give a fuck less if they knew you were actually cumming. “like havin my wife watch you get good dick?” your mouth salivated at his dirty talk. your hole clenching against the thick cock, cream dripping onto the condom; then you were stopped. “cut!” you wanted to burst into tears, your vision going blurry as his pumps stopped, toji letting your legs go but not making an effort to move.

you could hear people moving around you, closing your eyes as you continued to clench against him. “you both did good!” the director walked up to you both. “this was great! whenever you’re ready you can get up” she gave you a smile, then leaned down, and kissed her husband then walked away making you shiver. you felt a tingle of guilt. guilt of enjoying it, wanting more, almost cumming for her husband. “good pussy” toji mumbled rubbing his hands against your thighs once he saw she was out of sight. “one day im gonna make you cum pretty” he kissed your cheek raising you off of him, him and all of his glory in the viewing of everyone around.

“w-what about your wife?” you said stunned, pussy sore and throbbing. “what about her?” he chuckled. “she knew what came with having a husband who’s a pornstar doll,” and with that he walked away, making you crave more.

[sumbarbietingz]

Part 2 of Onlyfans!Toji, here’s part one

Now it’s either a one shot or a long ass drabble you decide, I had too much inspiration for that one

Warnings: degradation and praise kink, mutual masturbation, masturbation, breeding kink, rough sex, mention of oral; reader receiving and giving

Onlyfans!Toji finally dm you, with a simple message that goes straight to the point. “Hey ma, just discovered you and ngl, I need a collab with you asap.” Toji being the cocky bastard that he is, knows that you’ll reply and accept the offer. You see his message, and at first, you think it might be a catfish or someone using an ai generated pic for the pfp, cause you’ve never seen anyone so hot in your life. You check his profile and ho-ly fuck. 2 million followers on Twitter, a handsome face, a buff body, and the biggest dick you’ve seen in your life? Goddamn now your pussy’s wet, how can someone be- hold on.

While you’re scrolling you see a video of Onlyfans!Toji fucking some other content creator and unconsciously, you start playing with your breast. The way he’s pushing her head down the pillow while his hips are slamming against hers, the way she’s moaning, the way he’s biting his lip and groaning while railing her? Fuck, you need that. You want that, badly. Usually, you don’t crave a content creator that much. Sure, you need to at least like his work to do a collab, but this is the first time you genuinely want another dude on OF to rearrange your insides. So you don’t waste any more time, you reply and accept the offer.

Onlyfans!Toji almost jumps on his phone when he sees the notification, and a big smile spreads on his face. He jumps on his bed and the two of you start texting. There are questions and answers regarding the collab, like the money matters, what the two of you like and dislike, boundaries, ideas for the video, your schedule, and most importantly, updated test results.

Onlyfans!Toji doesn’t know why he’s so excited and why he’s behaving like a 15 yo texting his crush. But he can’t wait to see you. You end up texting for hours, and eventually, you exchange numbers to FaceTime each other which quickly ends up in Toji stroking and hitting his dick on the phone, while you’re rubbing your wet brown pussy for him. You both don’t know what’s going on, and why you’re acting like this, but you can’t wait to finally meet each other

Eventually, it’s getting late and you tell him you’re going to sleep. Since Onlyfans!Toji is not tired yet, his mind is too focused on you, so he decides to make this paid request a fan asked for earlier that day. A $500 video of him jerking off while saying the fan’s name. He’s not the one who sets the price, the fan has money to waste, and who Onlyfans!Toji is to refuse such a good offer after all? The fan already paid, it was time for him to do his part now

Onlyfans!Toji removes his clothes, lays on his bed, grabs his phone, and starts recording. At first, it’s a lil intro to edge the fan, tell her whatever she wanna hear before the camera is now on his cock. He makes it twitch a bit and says how hard it is because of her which is a lie, he imagines the fan is you. He starts stroking himself, and says the name of the fan all while thinking about you, thinking about that FaceTime and the way your fat pussy lip wrapped around your two fingers as you rubbed your clit, the way you moaned his name in despair while begging him to fuck you. He groans and starts going faster “Fuuuuuuck mama… I wanna fuck you so bad shiiit…” As he keeps going, he starts dirty talking, imagining saying all those things to you, imagining doing all those things to you, and it takes everything in him to not say your name. His imagination is running wild now, he grabs his cock a bit too tight and hits the camera a bit too hard, a feral groan leaving his lips “Fuck… suck that fuuuucking dick you fucking bitch… Do you like that? Uh?” God knows what the fuck Onlyfans!Toji is imagining right now but one thing is for sure, he’s gonna do that to you.

After a few minutes Onlyfans!Toji cums all over his abs, groaning like an animal as he pictures your dick sucking lips around his tip, swallowing his semen. He’s panting, he can’t believe he felt so much pleasure from just using his hand “Damn [fan name], see what you made me do? Fuck, I’m dirty now because of you, but it was worth it. Thank you for making me feel good.” This is clearly not for the fan but whatever. He stops recording, sends the video to the girl on Onlyfans then gets cleaned up. You’re gonna be the death of him.

A week later it’s finally time to record this video. For once, Onlyfans!Toji wants his colleague to come to his place. He doesn’t know why, he doesn’t. Usually, he meets the other content creators at some hotel or their place but never at his own. It’s not like he lives in the slums, that Onlyfans money made him rich and he lives in a beautiful penthouse. He just knows how some of these content creators become clingy and/or possessive after getting fucked by him. He doesn’t need stalkers on top of that. But you? He has that weird desire to see you boneless on his bed, HIS. And maybe he’ll be able to keep you around for a few more rounds off camera, or on, who knows.

You finally arrive and Onlyfans!Toji finds you even more breathtaking in real life, and by the look on your face, you probably think the same thing about him. Before he loses it and jumps on you to take you right there and then, he chats a bit with you, he still wanna act like a civilized man and not like a caveman. He asks you if you need anything to eat or drink, if you’re okay if you’re ready, and if you have any safe words. Once it’s settled he brings you to his room, where a whole set next to the bed is ready for you. The tension is high in the room. You didn’t plan a scenario, you both decided to go with the flow. You don’t know why you’re so nervous when you’re used to it, after all, it’s your job, but the dark and hungry look in Onlyfans!Toji’s eyes make your heart race.

You are out of breath, you are overstimulated, and your slicked-back bun is a whole mess. You didn’t know recording a video with Onlyfans!Toji would leave you in that state. Well, you expected it, but still, you can’t believe it. This man is a monster in bed. He praised and degraded you, made you ride his face until you came at least twice. He made you suck his massive dick until you were a crying, drooling mess with a sore throat. He had you in full Nelson, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, backshots, the princess position, and now you can’t count how many times this man made you squirt. And he wasn’t done, cause he didn’t cum yet. This man has the stamina of a goddamn bull on steroids. Right now you’re in missionary again, your wrists pinned, your legs wrapped around his waist, moaning in a way you never thought you would as his cock keeps pocking your cervix.

With the way Onlyfans!Toji is panting and groaning, you can tell he’s getting close to cum “M-ma, fuck I’m close mama… goddamn fuck- your pussy feels so good… such a good girl for me…” he groans in your ear, which makes your clench tighter around him. You bite your lip, and you’re so fucked out that you tell him to cum inside you. “You sure ma? Want me to fill you up and get you pregnant? That’s what you want?” You’re on the pill so it’s safe but you’d lie if you didn’t find the idea fucking hot. You nod desperately “Yes please… cum in my pussy… knock me up baby..” you whimper, your voice almost gone from the way you moaned and screamed earlier. That’s when Onlyfans!Toji snaps. He growls, releases your wrists to wrap his buff arms around your body, and violates your insides as you scream for dear life. You scratch his back so deeply you might draw blood. “Goddamn fucking slut y/n take my cum…!” When he says your name you cry out as you have another orgasm, he follows you quickly after, growling so loudly it gives you goosebumps. You can feel the warm gooey texture filling your womb, the feeling is amazing. You both stay like this for a moment until he pulls out, his cum leaking from your abused hole. He’s tempted to fuck it back into you but you’re already boneless, so he grabs his phone and stops recording.

Onlyfans!Toji looks at you affectionately and caresses your cheek while admiring your state. “You were amazing y/n, such a good girl for me.” You can barely hear him, but his caress gives you some reassurance. Eventually, you doze off and he starts editing the video. After a while, he posts a sneak peek on his Twitter account. A 20-second video of him taking you in different positions while you’re screaming in pleasure. He writes a lil caption: “@Y/N might have been my best collab so far, ‘ma knows how to take a good dick😩😈 full video on OF real soon🍆💦” and then posts it. It doesn’t take long before he gets shitloads of reactions under the tweet, both from his fans and yours.

@mahito’sstankass: holy fuckkkk I wish I was y/n 😩😩

@y/n’sdirtydraws: fucking hot I’m already touching myself rn

@tojiA1dickrider: oh my god she takes it like a champ! Wish Toji fucked me like her🤤🤤

@dcktoobigforyou: goddamn that mf gets all the baddies im jealous right now

@gojo_right_ball: I need my bf to fuck me like toji or I might break up with him idc

@coochiehair: I need the full vid asap the chemistry is insaneeeeee🔥🔥

@y/n’sasscrack: ikr??? They were downright making love! I hope they make more videos

@tojifckmepls: omg I can tell they were both into it I need more!!! My pussy can’t take it!!!🤭🤣

Onlyfans!Toji chuckles and then looks at you, the comments were right, he felt it and he bets you felt it too. This won’t be your last video together, he’s sure of it.

You can tell I was fucking horny while writing some of these lmao hope you liked part 2🫶🏾

taglist: @midnightry @tojicvmslut @getoisinnocent @samoankpoper21 @remithenonbinaryrat

[plussizeficchick]

It was one of the worst days of the year to him. The intoxicating smell of flowers. The sickeningly sweet candy. The outright disgusting display of affection.

But secretly he craved someone to do that with. Someone to pamper with bouquets of the prettiest flowers. He’d meticulously pick and arrange them to your taste. Filled with tulips, hydrangeas and forget-me-nots to display his feelings.

He’d present you with the biggest box of the most expensive chocolate he could find. It didn’t matter that he quite literally had to threaten the chocolatier into making a custom box with your favorites. Nothing is too much for you!

And when it comes to the main event, where he has the utmost privilege of getting to be between your plush thighs, he doesn’t take a second for granted. Rolling his hips in tandem with yours, fucking his thick cock deep inside you can practically feel him inside your tummy. The way his hands grab at the fat of your stomach as a lifeline to tether him to reality. That you’re here. That only he has the privilege to see and touch you in such a way. It’s with that thought that he finally cums inside you, moaning and grunting in your ear about how good you feel and how perfect you are for him.

And well, with the way he holds you, you have trouble disagreeing. 

— SUKUNA, TOJI, Naoya, Geto, BAKUGO, Shinso, Shigaraki, DABIIII, AIZAWA, SANEMI, Giyuu, TSUKISHIMA, Tendo, MIKEY, Mitsuya, Sanzu, EREN, Levi, Reiner, Zoro, Your Fav

[lxnarphase]

PRETTY BITCHES LOVE ME ᯓ★

━━ ❝ SHE A BADDIE, SHE SHOWIN' HER PANTY! ❞ wc. 3.7k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru is just as big of a show off as gojo, he's just more subtle about it. and he wants everyone in this damn club to know that you're his.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x g. suguru, suggestive content, alcohol mention, exhibitionism, voyeurism (?), fingerfucking, public fingering, little bit of breeding kink and talks of knocking you up, lots of kissing, suguru really loves his girl, suguru can’t keep his hands to himself

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's note : suguru is just a slut for you i don't know what else to tell you. he's just as much as a mischievous little shit as gojo ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎ (also yes nonblack readers can read and reblog too, idk why some anons try to gatekeep)

suguru's so touchy with you, it's sweet.

he can't keep his hands off of you whenever you go out. the poor man feels like he might just die if he's not having some sort of physical contact with you the majority of the day.

it could be the grocery store on a late night snack run in matching pajama bottoms or like now, a long night at the club for some celebration.

neither one of you remembers what or who the part is for, the alcohol in your systems causing you to focus on one another. the rest of your group is busy on the dance floor or bar, leaving you and suguru to cuddle up to each other in the VIP area like the lovesick idiots the two of you are.

your sitting across his lap, one hand in his hair and the other holding his shoulder, rubbing random shapes and patterns into the fabric of his shirt. it's so unfair, he just smells so fucking good and looks so damn handsome. you genuinely can't look at anything but him. 

and he loves it so damn much.

"s'guruuu," you coo at him, nose smooshed against his cheek. if you could, you'd get even closer to him, but this would have to suffice for now. "you're so handsome tonight..." 

the corners of his mouth tilt up into a smug smirk as he chuckles, his hand sliding from your knee to your upper thigh, stroking the exposed skin. you're so soft, could you really blame him for wanting to touch you all the time? compared to you, suguru is way more sober and is just eating up all the attention you're giving him.

not just because he loves you, but that was a plus.

no, it's because people are watching.

his sharp purple eyes flicker up, meeting with the group of girls outside of the VIP area that keep looking his direction.

their eyes are filled with interest and want when they look at him, and he can't help but chuckle to himself.

suguru knows he's attractive. hell, he's reminded of it every morning by the way you shower him in kisses and praises as part of your morning routine, making sure he knows just how much you love him and his 'stupidly pretty face,' as you so elegantly put it.

but what makes him laugh is how they look at you with disdain and confusion, as if they can't understand why you're in his lap instead of them.

it's disgusting, really, for them to even have the slightest thought that they could replace you. they must be lying to themselves, he thinks as your lips start to press kisses against his cheek, the soft curls and coils of your hair tickling his cheek.

you're just so cute, so adorable, so gorgeous, so beautiful. you're his pretty little angel, and seeing women jealous of you just fills him with so much pride, knowing you have other women jealous of you.

if only they knew how badly you have him wrapped around your little finger. if you so much as asked, suguru wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of someone for you, wouldn't hesitate to kill for you...but thankfully, it never got to that point.

yet.

"hmm, you think i'm handsome?" he leans in, his breath warm against your neck as he nips your ear. "nah, you look so damn gorgeous, angel. you're stealing the spotlight from me t'night."

his fingers trace circles into your thigh, enjoying your little giggles and complaints of it tickling. it only makes him do it more, your laughs and giggles making his heart squeeze a little bit.

fuck, suguru really loves how your skin feels under his fingertips, soft and smooth. it's all he thinks about. he wants to touch you forever, wants to feel you every second of the day. you are just so warm and soft, nothing would ever compare to the feel of your skin.

pulling away from your ear, he sees that those girls are still there, looking at you and him. the smirk on his face falters a bit, and his gaze hardens.

man, he really doesn't like how they're looking at you.

it's so easy for him to tell they have no cursed energy, just mere humans that could never even hope to be on the same level as you. it would be so fucking easy to just...snap his fingers and have them gone in an instant.

you steal his attention away from them and the dark thoughts swirling in his head by tilting his head your way, and instantly, his gaze softens.

jesus, the things you do to this man.

"sugu? what's wrong, honey," you mumble, worry etched into your features. you cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks to get him to calm down. "you don't look happy..."

the feel of your hands on his face, paired with the sweet concern in your voice, it washes away all irritation in him instantly. suguru hums, his eyes sliding shut. and the soft look in your eyes...he's so whipped for you, it's sickening.

you're so warm...

"no, baby, nothing's wrong," he reassures you, his smooth voice a low rumble. if he could, he'd be purring incredibly loudly right now, nuzzling into your palms. just your touch is enough to make him melt.

"'m just thinkin' how lucky I am, havin' you all to myself like this. the prettiest girl in the world, and she's sitting in my lap...who knew i'd make it this far in life, hm?"

the low, purple lights of the club cast a soft glow on your face as your fluffy hair frames your face, and suguru sighs, looking at you like you were his everything. you are his everything.

a quick glance to the side and suguru takes note that those girls are still fucking there, looking at you both. instead of getting irritated again, suguru gets an idea.

with a smirk, his hand slides up further your thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of that pretty purple dress he bought you that contrasts against the dark color of your skin...so pretty.

"mm, babygirl, just looking at you is making me dizzy," suguru purrs, his gaze dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "you know i love you right? an' that all i wanna do is show you off s' everyone knows how pretty you are, right?"

you know better.

you know better than to trust him when he starts making comments like this, when he starts cooing and praising you out of nowhere.

because you know that it means suguru is up to no damn good.

you still haven't forgiven him for making you squirt on his fingers while he was on the phone with nanami...even though it was kind of cute how nanami couldn't look you in the eye without blushing for about two weeks.

"mhm...i know, sugu, you're a little show off that likes to get us in trouble," you playfully scold, tugging his hair a little as you giggle, looking at him with a soft gaze.

suguru's head tilts back, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a soft grunt leaving him. he's always been a sucker for you pulling on his hair like that, likes when you tug him around to make a point...shit, he's getting hard just from thinking of all the times you'd use his hair to get his attention or make him focus on something.

and it doesn't take long for you to discover his thoughts are going south.

with an exasperated gasp, you feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your ass, letting out a little scold of his name. his grip on you tightens when you shift to confirm your suspicions. his head leans to rest in the crook of your neck, a silent plea for more of your affection.

"but you like it when I show off," suguru teases back, pressing a kiss against your neck as your curls tickle his face again. even your hair was soft, it's like he's got his own little pillow pet in his lap. the thought makes him chuckle, knowing you'd probably swat at him playfully for comparing you to a plushy

"you get all worked up, it's so cute, angel...plus, i think y'like it when i cause trouble." his hand swaps thighs and creeps up higher under your dress, his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. he's playing a risky game. at any moment, someone could catch him and get you both kicked and banned from the club.

but where's the fun in life without taking risks?

"c'mooon, admit it, baby, you like it."

one glance up back into the crowd and suguru hums, his eyes glinting dangerously. still there, it seems.

they aren't staring as hard now, but looks of disbelief cross their face when his hand shamelessly goes right to the apex of your thighs, fingers running over the lace of your panties. suguru doesn't care anymore, if they wanna look so bad, he'll give them something to stare at.

"s-suguru...you're, mnh, gettin' close there..."

he doesn't give you a response, his hand sliding from your back up to your hair to keep your head in the crook of his neck. he may be fine with showing out a little bit to these bitches who tired to glare daggers into you, but no one except him gets to see your face.

the way your lashes flutter, the way your teeth dig into the plushness of your bottom lip...it's driving him crazy.

the faint scent of your perfume hits his nose, and he's gone. his cock is pressing against your ass in full hardness, and he has to stop himself from grinding up into you.

nah, right now, this is about you.

he's going to take care of you, going to make you feel good, going to make sure you know that you are his in every way that counts.

without wasting another moment, suguru's fingers slip under your panties, pausing when they touch the faint wetness gathering at your slit.

"fuck...baby, don't tell me you've been like this the whole night," he rasps, his breathing slowly starting to pick up. your soft cunt is hot to the touch, sticky and wet as he drags his fingers through your slick.

"i can't help it, you just...look, really good t'night, baby," you huff into his ear, gasping a moan when he doesn't hesitate to slip a finger into your slick hole.

he really does look good tonight, dressed in those black dress pants, sleek dress shoes, and that stupidly hot black button-up shirt. and he has the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone so that you can get a nice view of that necklace with your name on it resting on his collarbone.

how can you not get soaking wet?

"shit." he's groaning, the sensation of you nuzzling your face into his neck to press little open-mouthed kisses into all the sensitive spots of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. it's so sweet and precious how you try your hardest not to make too much noise and not move too much as he stirs up your cunt with just one of his fingers.

he wishes you both were back at home, wishes that he had you spread open on the bed so that he can see how wet he's got you just from his attire, so that he can hear your pussy squelch around his fingers. not even the strongest in the world would be able to pull him from your pussy whenever you get this wet.

the thought of gojo trying to pull him away from you makes him cringe a bit...because he knows damn well that idiot would be shoving his face deeper into your cunt, grinning as he practically makes suguru drown in you.

on second thought, that's not a bad way to go....

another tug to his hair as him unintentionally groaning, eyes snapping shut at the sharp pang of pleasured pain that shoots up his spine. his attention is back on you, his face close to yours as he breathes against your ear.

if you want his attention, then he'll give you all of it with no hesitation.

"suguruu, more...please," you finally whine, the slow movement not enough for you. it's almost torture; the slow in and out motions of his finger making you feel good but not good enough. no, you need more, craved it.

"yeah? you gonna be a good girl f' your suguru and let him take care of this needy lil' pussy? hm?" one finger turns into two, and that familiar heat pools in your lower abdomen. now it's feeling so fucking good that you already know his fingers are gonna be coated in your juices.

this should be embarrassing, it really should. you both are in a club for fucksake! but you can't find it in you to care about it, his thick digits working your cunt so good that your brain is just melting.

one of your hands grips his button-up, fisting in the fabric to ground yourself from the pleasure. "m-mhm! I'll be good, I'll be s' good for you, sugu, promise!" suguru is becoming relentless, determined to make you crack and stop hiding those pretty sounds from him when he takes note of how you go right back to biting your lip after giving him that sweet, needy response.

however, he loves seeing your lips all swollen, knowing they were like that because he made you feel so good you had to force yourself to be quiet.

"sweetheart, don' hide it, lemme hear you, 's just you and me," he whispers to you, his other hand burying itself in your curls and giving a little tug. he knows it's not just the both of you, but right now, in this moment, it's all that exists for him.

the harsh pull of your hair has your lips brushing against his ear and choking on a moan, unable to keep it in. "thaaaat's it, let me hear how good it feels t' have these fingers buried deep inside this tight cunt."

you hate this, hate when he talks because it only makes you wetter. and that means he's gonna talk even more, and you're always right because he's cooing at how much slick is pouring out of you now, asking if it's because of his voice or his fingers.

suguru's so fucking annoying, such an asshole, but you can't help but let him get away with it when it means he makes your eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

you let him get away with way too much, don't you?

the song playing now is so loud, the bass making the ground vibrate. but suguru doesn't care, he's just thankful it's loud enough to cover that fucking beautiful moan you give him when he curls his fingers juuuust right.

"oooh, there? did i find it? fuck, baby, y'got so tight jus' from that."

your desperate nod of confirmation is all he needs before he speeds up his fingers, groaning when he can finally hear the wet schlicks of his hand coaxing more slick out of you.

one more glance up and suguru can't help but grin. the girls are gone, now mixed up in the crowd likely red and hot in the face.

seems like his impromptu little show finally got the message across: he is yours and yours only.

knowing he no longer had to show off, he's focusing on you, on you and that tight, needy little slit between your legs that's dripping down his wrist. it should be a crime for someone to be this wet, in public no less.

"c'mon, angel, don' hold back on me anymore, lemme know how it feels. wanna know 'm treating this gorgeous pussy good."

you let out the prettiest moan, breath hot against his ear. suguru coos, his hand not between your legs holding your neck to keep your head in the crook of his neck. “mhg, suguru, love it s' much, g-god, your fingers feel s'good, 's not fair.”

you can't stop yourself from trying to spread your legs more, giving him a bit better access. you know you can't open them too much ot someone might see.

but...would that be so bad? for people to see how suguru could make you fall apart so seamlessly?

if only you knew that's exactly what was running through his head right now. he's positive at least one person has caught on to what's happening, the repeating motions of his hand between your legs such a dead giveaway.

it thrills him, his cock throbbing in his pants at the thought. shit, he's learning things about himself he didn't know before...he might have to do this to you more often.

he leans in closer, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, "y'gonna cum for me right here in this club, aren't you, babygirl? gonna show me how much you love my fingers playing with this slutty lil' pussy, right?"

he gets a sweet little 'yes, sugu' and he purrs your name, the mixture of your moans, the music, and the just barely audible sounds of your slickness being stirred by his thick fingers, making him feel drunk.

you're shaking in his lap, holding on for dear life as he makes it a point to curl his fingers with each thrust, not giving you a break anymore. you're spiraling, feeling the tremors of your impending orgasm building, your hot, gummy walls fluttering around his stupidly thick digits. you're praying silently between each pant and gasp, desperately hoping he doesn't make you squirt, not now, not when so many people are around—!

"c'mon, baby, c'mon," suguru encourages, his fingers picking up their pace. you're so close, he knows it, he knows because he can feel it coming. the way you fist his shirt, the way your hips are trying to hard to not rise up to meet his hand, knowing it would make it so obvious what's happening.

but suguru, oh, he stopped caring so fucking long ago. he just wants to feel you soak his fingers, wants to hear your muted little moan of his name when you finally cum. he just wants to make sure you know you're his.

"b-baby, suguru, shit, i'm gonna cum—!"

"yeah? that's it, baby, let got f'me, you can do it," he urges and coos, his voice bordering on needy and desperate, just like you. he's panting into your ear, whispering little praises as he listens to you pitifully try to keep your gasps and moans down. you're such a mess, it's so cute, you're so adorable, god, he loves you so bad.

your thick thighs are quivering and trembling as you teeter on the brink of release. you know it's going to be a mess, but you try, you try so hard to keep it in.

suguru notices—how could he not—and he's not having it, slipping a third finger inside your messy little cunt, curling deep inside right against that sweet spot, and that knot wound so tight inside you finally snaps.

"s-suguuuu, 'm cummin'—!"

he's reveling in how your hot, gummy walls squeeze and spasm all over his fingers, milking them for all they're worth as you cry and sob his name into his ear, tears caught on your eyelashes from how good it feels. he wishes he could look at you, wanting to drink up your expressions, but no, he'd be risking someone else seeing how pretty you are when you cum.

"yessss, good girl, good fuckin' girl, gimme everything, babygirl."

your cries of release are so damn sweet to his ears, and he continues to work you through it, ensuring your orgasm is as prolonged and intense as possible. if you were home, he wouldn't care about stopping or overstimulating, but he has to remind himself to stay calm and not go too hard.

if he did, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from fucking you on this couch in the middle of the VIP section in front of all these people.

once suguru feels you go slack in his arms and your hand weakly slap against his chest, he slows his hand, his own breaths heavy with the arousal and need you stirred in him...did you have any idea how sexy you were? if he wasn't as controlled as he was, he's positive he would've cum in his pants.

pulling his fingers out slowly, suguru's quick to pop them into his mouth, sucking off your juices like it would be the last time he'd ever get a last. fuck, you soaked his hand...he doesn't care how obvious he makes it when he licks at his palm and wrist to not miss a drop.

"hhmph, s-suguru, you—"

"i need you, right now. can i take you home?"

of course, he has to ask. he knows how long it took you to get ready, to look so fucking perfect. but right now, he doesn't want anyone to look at you. hell, he doesn't want anyone else but him to be near you, he'd fucking wipe out this entire club right now if you asked.

the soft touch of your hands on his face brings him back, making him melt as his eyes slide shut. you're so soft, he loves you so much, he needs to stick his cock into you while groaning those words into your ear, needs to feel his tip kiss that soft, spongy spot inside you that makes your back arch off the bed, to fold you in half as he stuffs you so full, praying that his cum gets stuck deep inside you, praying that it takes and that he gets you knocked up, and that—

"take me home, sugu, please, i-i need you s' bad."

your words have him acting in an instant he presses a quick kiss to your lips, licking whatever is left of your lipgloss before helping you stand up with him, guiding you out of the club. if he stays in here for any longer, he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

"i got you, baby, don't worry, 'm gonna give you what you need. let's go, princess."

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Keep Time On Me. Toji Fushiguro

Memories fade and wane, forgotten amid the fog of turmoil and strife. And yet when captured, they are forever immortalised, treasured and beloved like a childhood storybook.

content/warnings. fluff, fluff, and more fluff, baby megumi, young! reader, young! toji, light chocking, dom? reader. heavy heavy descriptions., fake kidnapping, memories, a vague attempt at time travel in my writing. author’s notes. forgive me for any grammar and spelling mistakes. reference photos: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10/11/12/13

Megumi's room lay still, tucked away at the edge of the Fushiguro home. It was a dimly lit space with walls painted white and cramped with posters. Against one wall, a tall bookshelf leaned slightly, crammed with an eclectic mix of titles, from thrillers to action and figurines. Against another was a small desk cluttered with school supplies: textbooks, pens, and a book bag. 

At the centre of the room, his pillowed bed was propped against the wall, its grey duvet covers rumpled and lived-in. On his nightstand was his aged nightlight and a simple speaker beside it. Beside his nightstand, his windows were drawn behind curtains. A glimmer of moonlight peeked out from beneath it and filtered across his bed, his hardwood floors, and towards his bedroom door. 

Beneath the dim glow of his nightlight, Megumi lay prim beneath his sheets, the back of his head sunk deep into his pillow. His legs were crossed and a photo album sat between his lap. 

It was heavy, its leather cover smooth and etched with marks of age. 

He flipped through its thick, shiny pages, brushing the palm of his fingers against its plastic seals and examined each photograph with curious eyes. 

Each photograph was etched with a date, marking the day it was taken, and a brief description. 

Megumi took each photograph with a sweetness to his heart and glimpsed at the gleeful, melancholic and sometimes infuriated faces of his family with a warm smile. His mind churned like a whirlpool, flooded with nostalgia and bitterness. 

The resolution in the photo¹ was poor and carried a grainy-like filter over it. It caught every shade of light at its forefront, from the dim light illuminating in the background and the damp glare of a glass door. In it, his mother, her face tilted to the side as she held her phone to her ear with a pensive glare. Her other hand pressed against a door. She was dressed up, her hair styled in a high ponytail, whipping across her back, and she was clothed in a white camisole dress and carrying a small, black motorcycle bag which hung between the side of her chest and her inner arm, her left wrist adorned with a thin, gold bracelet. 

She appeared significantly younger; the lines of ageing were absent as she gazed to the side, completely unaware of the carefully aimed lens pointed at her side profile. 

Megumi smiled and thumbed his finger against the collar of the album, turning to the next page. 

He could practically smell the aura of arrogance and pride radiating off from the pages below. It was two photos², ripe with the haughty sense of vain and a hint of brashness that once radiated off a man two decades younger. The first photograph, an upper body shot, showed Toji at prime, beefy and robust. He shot himself from his side, the stretch of his back seemingly smaller in contrast to the stretch of his arm. 

His face and the distant gaze of his eyes to the side of his camera hid behind the bulging, firm muscles of his biceps and its casting shadow. The setting behind him was washed with a strange, orange glow that dimly lit up the room. 

The second photograph, another upper body shot, provided Megumi with a full view of his father’s back and the slight show of his side profile and the reflection of his background: a glimpse at gym equipment and iridescent studio lights above. The stretch of Toji’s back was wide and unveiled the depth of his corded muscles, evidence of his devotion to lifting and training, and his choppy haircut. 

Megumi gnawed on his lips, and his dark eyes rattled. He glared at the photograph for a few moments, his shoulders recoiling in embarrassment, then quickly flipped to the next page.

Pressing the page down, Megumi’s eyes flicked over the sets of photographs on either page before one caught his attention. He couldn’t help but immediately smile at it, the embarrassment he felt staring at his father’s picture quickly melted away.

It was a photograph³ of his mom, donned in dark shades, a black zip-up jacket, a miniskirt, and a white bikini top underneath. She leaned against a pool table, wearing an assertive look, and held a long pool cue between her arms and outstretched back. In the background, his dad stood on the balcony, his wide back to the balcony doors and camera. He was hunched over, his arms leaning against the balcony railings as he puffed smoke into the air, a cigarette hanging off the corner of his lips.

There’s an air of charm, sophistication and coolness radiating out from the photo— 

“Tuh.” Megumi mused with a scoff, turning to a new page.

The photograph⁴ is a still of his mother and father at a bar, nestled closely against each other. And though his mother’s gaze is focused elsewhere, her eyes are filled with softness and contentment; she leans toward her husband, her hand wrapped tightly around his neck. 

His father is gleeful, baring a wide toothy grin and practically burning two holes into the side of his wife’s face with sensual, desperate eyes. His arms are wrapped around her, his right around her midriff and his left around the front of her thigh. 

Megumi grimaced, his lips curling into an embarrassed frown. He quickly yanked his finger against the collar of the paper and turned to the next page. His eyes briefly fluttered across the page, scanning each photograph before the grimace on his face deepened at the sight of a particular image⁵.

Kneeling on his knees, his head pressed against the side of her abdomen, Toji’s right hand slivered around his wife’s shin whilst his left embraced her thigh. His eyes were shut, hidden behind his eyelids and dark locks— he seemed at peace, submitting himself to his wife’s sovereignty, his head positioned away from her smouldering presence.  

His mother was a contrapposto; her body, eyes and presence illustrated an overwhelming spirit of potency and command. Her stance was grand, ardent and seductive. And arguably docile and inviting. 

Her head was hung slightly, carefully tucked behind her a light shadow, and her eyes were downcast, glancing down at the space between her breasts. Her arm sloped across her husband's head, her fingers sunken deep into his tousled tresses. They pressed against his forehead with a commanding force, casting his head aside as the glimmer of her engagement ring peeked out from beneath his thick mane.

As Megumi flipped through the album, the pages creaked under his fingertips. He stopped, bracing his eyes over the next pages below and looked at the photograph to his left, carefully brushing his hand across it.

From a Dutch angle, the photograph⁶ captured a wide, sprawling staircase. At its top, Toji, dressed in a black tuxedo, and (name), dressed in a tulle, ivory dress, stood. Wearing wide, bright smiles, the couple gleamed down at the camera below with eyes that shimmered so vividly beneath the wrap of a veil which vaguely covered their faces and blanketed them. 

The next photograph⁷ was professionally done. It was a mid-shot of his mother, from her head down to her thighs, and her stomach was round and swollen. Her head was tucked into her chin slightly as she glanced at the camera almost fiercely. She was naked: her arm was crossed across her bare chest, and her other cupped the underside of her stomach. On the bottom right corner of the page, a few millimetres below the photograph, in black marker, it read “It’s crazy how huge I used to think I was! I was only five months pregnant here.”

A fond smile grew on Megumi’s lips as his eyes carefully fluttered over the comment.  

Megumi thumbed through the next page, combing it open. His eyes flickered to the two pictures, which piqued his interest. He examined each closely. 

The first was a closeup⁸ of his dad and mom and a newborn version of him. He was eerily small, a sickly purple colour and mewled like a baby bird who had just hatched out from his egg. His mom, a picture of exhaustion and beauty was plausibly dishevelled, her hair lay in disarray, sprawled across the frame of her face and her eyes were shut with sweat shimmering across her forehead. His dad held a contented expression, his dark; stormy eyes were rich with wonder and fascination as he gaped at his family.

The second was a portrait⁹ of baby Megumi. He wore an adorable grimace: his dark eyes leering up at the fixture above; his faint eyebrows snapped together; his lips formed a tiny, hard line. His hands were balled close to his cherub cheeks– he seemed to look a bit concerned about the camera as he held his balled fists in the air.

Megumi flipped to the next page. 

The photograph¹⁰ was of Toji cradling Megumi in his arms with his back pressed against the side of an old car. Dressed in a light jacket and a blue baseball cap, Toji wore a lopsided grin as his eyes tracked over his child. He tucked him behind his arm and holstered him high with a grasp on his leg. Megumi was bundled in his embrace, wearing a light petticoat above his matching sweatsuit and socks. An inquisitive look hung over his face; his eyebrows were knitted together, his mouth slightly agape. He looked to the side of the camera with narrowed eyes and glared, ignoring his father’s attentive glance.

Below it, scribbled in black ink was, “Just me and Gumi— The brat threw up all over me a few seconds after this :(”

Megumi let out a laugh, bemused by the air of mirth and exasperation veiled beneath the scribbles in ballpoint ink and the stain of a single thumbprint. 

He leafed through the next couple of pages, the smell of musty paper filtering through the air and wafting across his face. He stopped rummaging the second his eyes latched onto a particular photograph.

The photo¹¹ was grainy and poorly captured the shadows and dark spaces in the background. There was a strange, yellow glow that emitted out like a sprawling fire, radiating against the figures in its centre. From its glare, it brought out the redness in their eyes and brightened their faces. 

Beneath the bright light, (name) nestled Megumi to her chest. He was smaller than a bag of flour and sat adorably in his mother’s hands. She smiled at the camera, her expression full of warmth and joy despite the deep-set bags beneath her eyes. Whilst Megumi simply gaped at the camera, his eyes wide and mouth shaped into a hollowed ‘o’.

Megumi’s lips curled upwards. He let out a muffled hum, his heart warm and content, and flipped the page over. His hand pressed down against the book, holding its pages open as he glued down on the dimly lit picture to his left. 

The photograph¹² is filled with the colours: pink and purple, with the occasional blue and white. Balloons and streamers decorated the party’s hall ceiling while confetti painted the floor. It was a crowded space, young children were running amok and dancing bodies fizzled in the shot. 

Away from the fog of bodies, Toji and (name) sat. They were the focus of the frame, sitting parallel to each other on folding chairs. Between them, Megumi lay, his legs tucked at his mom’s sides and his head cupped between dad’s palms. It was a quiet, intimate and out-of-place moment unscathed by the blur of figures and was filled with so much fondness. From the warm, tender smile on (name’s) face to Toji’s quiet descent to his son’s forehead and Megumi’s aloof gaze as he waded between his parents’ embrace. 

There was a soft sadness, a bittersweet feeling which had sunk its way into Megumi’s chest as he stared down at the photograph. 

All these memories, these pictures and inscriptions felt so familiar and so foreign. They were moments he couldn’t remember, experiences he’d forgotten. And yet— despite the distance it brought to his heart, a cushiony feeling, his never fleeting love and timid glints of appreciation for his family, kept him close. 

A loud creak ran throughout the room as the bedroom door opened. 

“Megumi,” Toji peeked out from between the doorway, his dark eyes darted across the room before they looked upon the mound of covers on Megumi’s bed. “Wake up kid, it's time for school.”

The mound laid still.

“Megs,” he whistled. He treaded in, his footsteps heavy and slow. “I’m not gonna tell you again– wake up.”

“Mmnh…”

“I don’t see you moving—get up,” Toji said firmly, easing his bottom on the edge of the bed. He hovered above the mound, examining the mass of blankets swallowing his son whole. Then, he sunk his claws into the blanket, tearing the sheets apart.

From beneath, Megumi wriggled and writhed. He groaned, mewled and squawked, curling his legs and tucking his head into the crew of his shirts. “Unnghh…”

“Hey, I don’t have the time for this– get up.” Megumi only continued to whine. He twisted himself, turned on his hip and faced the wall. As he turned, a pile of photo albums spilt out from beneath him, causing Toji to raise an eyebrow.

“Why’d you have all this?” He asked. 

He picked up an album, juggled its weight between his palms and examined its creased, leather spine and gingerly brushed his fingers along the worn, embellished leather cover “It’s been a while since I’ve seen this…” 

“Babe, is Megumi up? I’ve finished making breakfast–” (name’s) voice crept out amidst Toji’s bubble of dazed silence and Megumi’s blissful snores.

She stopped in her tracks and stared at her husband’s glowering, impeding figure hovered above her son’s dormant and dishevelled state. “What are you doing? I told you to wake Megumi up. Why isn’t he awake yet?”

She glared at her husband below, and struck her gaze to the album weighed between his hands and the pile pooling out from Megumi. “What’s all this?”

Toji shrugged aimlessly, his attention drifting to the yellowing, musty pages of the album. “Don’t know, just found him like this.”

“Well could you get him up then, otherwise he’s gonna be late for school–”

A chortled cackle travelled up from the tunnels of Toji’s broad-shouldered chest to his throat and bellowed out like a gunshot of thunder, sonorous and swift. “Don’t you remember this?”

He held the pages open and turned it to (name) as she sat beside him. 

Her eyes darted across the page as she leant forward, her chest smushed against the firmness in Toji’s arm. She examined both pages with a dull glance, her gaze filled with disinterest and a glint of peeve. 

A few moments passed before an air of realisation dawned over (name). Her eyes grew wide, her mouth fell agape and a shrill cry came out from her lips. “Oh my God!”

She took the album from Toji, nestling it between her palms and smiled down at the aged photograph before her. “We looked so young here!”

As she flipped through the pages of the album, memories came flooding back to her. Each photograph were sparks of her shared past, candid moments she had forgotten and captures she failed to be privy to. (name) looked at her husband with gratitude and relief in her eyes, his eyes mirroring the same and beamed at him with a grin so wide. “I haven’t seen these pictures in so long. Where did you find them?”

“I didn’t,” Toji admitted softly. He puckered his lips and jeered them over his shoulder, motioning to Megumi below. “He did. Had them all under him when I came in to wake him up.” 

“He must have stayed up late looking through all this.” (name) added, tracing her fingers across the borders of the album.                                                                                             ��                    

Toji tutted, ruffling a hand through his mane. “Probably why he hasn’t moved an inch in the last five minutes.”

“Still,” (name) droned on. “It's quite sweet, isn’t it?”

“I guess.” Toji shrugged, watching the pages of the album flutter as (name) thumbed through it, the faint sound of each thick paper brushing against the next resonating softly in the room.

As she flipped through the pages, both Toji and (name) found themselves lost in the past, examining each photo they stumbled across with murmurs of nostalgia, mournful gazes and stray touches on glossy edges. Warm chuckles followed through, accompanied by the rumblings of an embarrassed groan and the percussion of a blissful sigh. The ensemble continued to play as they rustled through their stills of time and reminisced. 

Then, (name) stopped. Her breath hitched and she could feel herself swelter. She turned to Toji and held the album to his face. She held her breath, watching carefully as a look of realisation painted across her husband’s face before she let out a shrill coo. “Oh, babe. Look at this.”

Taped beneath a plastic sleeve, was a photograph¹³ stuck in time. Within it, an adolescent Megumi was front and centre. The lighting was dim and the camera’s filter left a grainy stain across the image. 

Megumi was nestled comfortably in a bathtub, its porcelain white sheen reflecting the light streaming from the bathroom lights above. He was saddled between two pillows, one against his back and the other, propped against the end of the tub, whilst his bottom was holstered above a swamp of blankets. Between his little legs, a sea of storybooks, in an eclectic range of bright colours and sizes, pooled around him like a recurring yellow brick road.

He was immersed in a world of fantasy and adventure, sprawled comfortably against the cushiony padding of a pillow and wore an expression blended with deep concentration and tearful delight. His eyes were large like saucers, full of fascination and awe for the story unfolding beneath him in his hands.

“Ah, I remember this,” Toji hummed, his voice glinting with nostalgia as he took possession of the album. “Couldn’t take a shower without him bawling, so I had to resort to this.”

“Awww. He’s even wearing his old Spider-Man jammies– he never wanted to take those off.” (name) added, leaning into Toji.

“Remember the Spider-man costume you got him for Halloween?” Toji queried.

“Yeah, I do.” (name) traced her head through her thoughts before she shook her head in agreeance. 

“He wore that shit until the zipper broke. He couldn’t even go a day without wearing at least the mask.” Toji cajoled, his words spluttered between his exasperated laughs.

(name) feigned a shudder, letting out an uneasy breath, before falling into a row of stuttered giggles. “Don’t remind me.”

Perched at the edge of their teenage son’s bed, both Toji and (name) invested in an explosion of hysterics. His thunderous roars fed on the smoothness in her flaring giggles as they cackled, grinned and tittered amongst themselves, oblivious to the evolving drabness hidden beyond. 

From behind, a large, impeding shadow emerged. It was expansive and lofty, massing over the shape of blankets, pillows and drawn curtains. It grew and grew, entrenching over the hills of (name’s) shoulder and lodging around Toji’s neck, ceasing their laughter.

Megumi’s muddled figure; his tousled mane and wrinkled pyjama shirt; entrenched outwards and loomed over from above.

Both Toji and (name) turned, their movements slow and deliberate as they veered their eyes to Megumi’s towering figure. His eyes were sharp and distant, carrying a hint of fatigue as he leered down. His body tensed, jolting every few seconds as he balanced his knees on the surface of his mattress and wrestled for the strength to keep still.

He quivered from left to right, each falter sending him closer to his bed. It wasn’t until he trembled down, face first into his bed, did both Toji and (name) swiftly rise. They ascended over Megumi, indifferent to his minuscule display of dominance and clambered over him.

Freeing the album from the restraint of his grasp, it fell and bounced against the surface of the bed as Toji scrimmaged for hold over Megumi’s arms. His fingers curled around them solidly whilst (name) slogged through his sheets to snag a hold of his two legs.  

“Hey! Stop! Put me down! Dad! Mom!” Megumi unleashed a thunderous shout that crackled and creaked at each syllable that bellowed out from his chest and pooled out between repressed giggles. His voice ricocheted across the walls of his room as both his dad and mom holstered him up from his mattress and hoisted him out. In synchronised steps, they slung from side to side and dangerously close to the floor with keen smiles and impish laughter.