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thecoochiefairy · 2 days ago

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binky. toji.

𑄽𑄺 warnings 𑄽𑄺 4.5K words. blackfempregnant!character, drabble, toji fushiguro, husband!toji, grumpy!toji, sweet!toji, dominant!toji, nasty sex, public sex, sweet sex, black woman, vaginal penetration, rough, lil bit of sweet talkin’, creaming, oral [f], praising, LOTS of dirty talk, condomless sex, fingering, kissing, spanking, minors aren’t welcome!

━━ 𝒄𝙤𝒐𝙘𝒉𝙞𝒆𝙛𝒂𝙞𝒓𝙮 𝙩𝒉𝙤𝒖𝙜𝒉𝙩𝒔 .ᐟ i just missed my man. this is very juno by sabrina carpenter coded. nothing serious, just wanted to put something out before i get caught in the chaos of moving. i love y’all. bye.

YOUR PALMS DID A FINAL SWAP OF COCOA BUTTER AGAINST YOUR STRETCH MARKS AS YOU COULD HEAR HIS DRIVERS SIDE DOOR SLAM SHUT, a breath exhaling out of your lips as you planned to open your door before he could do so.

Your french tips rest upon your swollen belly as your eyes flick up to the sun peeking beneath the clouds, cool air distracting the dewy warmth of spring. You loved and hated this time of the year.

You already knew he was about to chastise you for not waiting until he got to your side. But you were impatient. He could be—slow.

“I got it, Fushiguro.”

Your golden sandals step onto the concrete, lowering yourself from the Ford F-150 that murmured to silence as he cut the engine off. You could see his scowl the moment your face met his.

“Cut out that stubborn shit, Amai. You’ gotta be careful.”

His voice is a grunt. Amai. He didn’t often use that nickname, only when he needed to scold you.

You roll your eyes, “How are you gonna’ hold me and carry all the stuff? I’m not bedridden, Fushiguro.”

“That’s how you feel? You gonna’ keep calling me by my last name?”

“You gonna’ call me Amai like I’m a child?” You raise an eyebrow, going to reach in his pocket for the cigarettes you know are in there, wanting to put them back in the truck.

“We just got out of the car, woman,” he narrows his eyes, “Why are you already being difficult?”

Your eyes flick over him. Midnight black hair, even darker eyebrows, scar twitching against his lip as he continues to scowl. His frame is being hugged by a long sleeve white tee, leather jacket along his upper half, boots thumping the ground as he was heavy footed.

You pout a bit, “Can you not be grumpy? I just wanted to make it easier for you. We have a bit of a walk,” you reach up for his hair, “You love me?”

“That’s not a question that needs to be asked. You know the answer.”

To your comment on his grumpiness, his eyes narrowed even more. His eyebrows creased. It was almost cute.

He never had something that was his, and you were that. His soul was connected to yours, something that a woman made with a man like him was unheard of.

“You’re still frowning,” your slender eyes became a bit round, doe-like as they stared up at him, “Wanna feel my belly? You always like that.”

You place his large palm against your stomach, “Baby girl doesn’t like your energy.”

That made the scowl on his face change. You could see a flicker of softness in his dark eyes.

He sighs, “I’m sorry, baby.”

You smile a bit, “It’s okay, she forgives you. And so do I. Now, c’mon,” you yank on the shoulder of his jacket, “You’re gonna be hot in this. It’s already warm outside.”

“What happened to you forgiving me, huh?” he brings his face closer, brushing his nose against your cheek, “Where's your mouth at?”

“You don’t get a kiss until you take your jacket off.”

With one more glance over you, he began tugging off his jacket with no more complaints.

You watch as he tosses the item of clothing back into the truck, glancing over the way his biceps flex with each movement. It starts a ripple along his shoulders, igniting the muscles all the way through his back. You dig your teeth into the plump of your lips at the sight.

He can always feel your eyes.

“You checkin’ me out now?”

He steps towards you, his large palms cupping your face. Leaning down, he presses his lips against yours, giving you a couple of pecks in addition to his apology.

You pucker your lips out, head shaking as you disagree, “No. Don’t need your ego any bigger than it is,” you stand on your toes, “You still didn’t say you loved me.”

“I tell you that shit all the time. You want me to say it again?”

His thumb trails over your cheek, “You think I’m lying?”

The way his other hand cups around your jaw, his long fingers now pressing against the back of your neck makes it hard for you to focus. When he’s close to you like this, you get a bit dazed.

You sigh a bit, twisting your sandal into the ground. It’s not that you weren’t intimate within your pregnancy, but with you being so close to your due date, sex was the last thing on your mind. But the masculine energy your husband wafted was almost intoxicating at times. You wanted to breathe him in.

You say softly, “C’mon, Toji. I wanna find a nice spot to sit in.”

Your husband tuts in annoyance. However, when you call him by his name, it ignites a spark within his dark gaze. His hand slowly unwraps itself from cupping your face with a gentle motion.

“Are you alright to walk?”

Pressing a hand against his chest, your fingers trail over his pecs. Hard. His scent mixed with the aroma of his clothes made you drowsy at times— The way his warm fingers traveled to the small of your back, it always felt like home.

“You gonna’ carry me if I’m not?”

“Shit, you know I will.”

You giggle a bit as he pulls away from you, going over to the trunk to tug down the door of it, throwing the bag of essentials over his shoulder to bring on the hill. You reach for your journal as you begin to lead the way into the forest—You never noticed the natural waddle your body had, swaying a bit with each step as you searched for the perfect spot.

“It’s so pretty here, baby,” you smile from behind, “We should’ve had our baby shower here!”

“You really wanna get into that argument again?”

Toji’s eyes glanced over the way your mini dress swayed, the soft pink pretty against your skin, off the shoulder material hugging the swell of your heavy breasts. The way your ass bounced with it—He wasn’t usually a fan of shorter dresses on you, but he had to admit you looked good. Your body was full and feminine. He craved you.

You slow down in your steps, turning towards him with a scrunched nose. You raise your hand for his own as you reply, “Why you’ always think I’m trying to argue? You’re making my feet hurt.”

“I told you not to wear those damn sandals. You know they make your feet ache.”

His hand grasps onto yours like second nature, your fingertips intertwining—Intentional.

“But they go nicely with my dress,” you frown, “Don’t I look pretty?”

You’re still waddling, despite putting your weight along his—You hate how tired you feel yourself becoming, huffing a bit with each step.

“You are pretty. You’re always pretty,” He mutters, leaning into you.

His grey eyes glance over the way your face had a flush to it. You were panting a bit, chest heaving with each breath. His hand reaches up, his palm brushing your dark curls behind your ear.

“You good, baby? Wanna go back down the trail?”

You shake your head from side to side, huffing, “Mm—Mm—we’re almost there, I wanna sit at the top of the hill.”

“Kirei josei.”

You're familiar with the name, as he’d taught you a couple of phrases—Pretty girl.

“I don’t need you going into labor before you make it up the hill—you’re tired. Just say you want me to carry you.”

Another thing with your pregnancy—how all over the place your emotions could be. You had the talent to cry on cue.

Like now.

Toji’s constant questioning has your throat a little heavy, your watering eyes glancing to the side of you as you sharply remind, “I’m not helpless,” using your other hand to hold your belly, your legs aching as you begin following the incline towards the top.

When you begin to sniffle, he knows. He can't be as much of an ass as he normally is—that's the effect you have on him—He has to be patient, his hand tightening around yours.

"Baby, I'm just trying to be considerate. I know you’ve got it, alright? Just a couple more steps.”

You nod your head, blinking away your tears as you follow him upward. When you finally make it to the top, you’re breathless, watching as he quickly places the blanket atop of the grass.

You’re holding onto your belly as you exhale, “She has to be over five pounds already.”

His deep tone releases a chuckle, hand gripping the curve of your back as he gently guides you towards the blanket, your body lowering itself with your hands clutching his bicep.

Toji’s already tugging your journal out of your hand, setting it on the blanket, free palm giving a smack to your ass, “Probably more. You’ve been a fuckin’ soldier carrying her, baby.”

Your hips shudder a bit at his palm, finally able to catch your breath as you stare over the horizon. It’s more beautiful than the last time you’d come—vibrant green grass, a field of miniature pink flowers spread across the top, running all the way back down to the bottom. The air feels cooler, your breathing going back to normal as you softly smile at the scenery.

“You remember when you proposed to me? Here?”

"You didn't even let me,” A gruff chuckle releases from his lips, "Your little ass said yes as soon as I mentioned I had something important to give you. You knew exactly what was in that box."

You giggle, pulling him down next to you as you say, “Maybe I was a little overzealous—But I was so happy.”

You reach towards your picnic basket, opening the top as you pull out the wrapped up food, “I made those pepper jack sandwiches you like. With the sourdough bread?”

"With romaine lettuce?”

“Mhmm.”

His palm rests on your jaw, turning your face up towards him, lips pecking against yours,"You didn't have to do all this, Kirei josei. You're already givin’ me my baby girl."

“There’s two of me now. More love to give, hm?” You kiss him back, “I know you’re hungry,” you hand him the sandwich, digging back towards the basket as you want your favorite fruit—strawberries. As usual, your husband scarfed it down in seconds, munching like a predator that hadn't eaten in days. He would never change.

You always enjoyed each other's company, talkative or not. You laid along the soft fuzz of the blanket as you wrote within your journal, rolling your eyes as your husband stood a couple feet away to take a business call, unable to stop his habit of smoking. But you couldn’t lie—watching his eyes narrow, full lips holding the bud within his mouth, deep voice harshly pushing out his native language—it was attractive. Something in your body throbbed, not in a way you were supposed to in public.

Another reminder of your stubbornness—you knew that spring time was the worst, the pollen within the area attacking your body like a swarm. You held your journal within your hand as you kept writing, every so often pressing the booklet to your face as you sneezed.

Toji makes his way back towards you, one of his hands resting along your thigh. He’s close, his breath tickling along your neck as he questions, "You cold, baby?"

His voice is in your ear. You’re not cold, but a chill comes through your spine at that. You then give him a sneeze in response, the sound soft as you lightly shriek through it.

You shake your head, nose becoming red as you huff, “Just allergies.”

"That's why you're supposed to take your pills," he mutters, his eyes glancing over the way your nose is scrunched. He thinks you're cute.

“Want me to go grab them from the truck?”

“I’m fine,” you reassure, leaning your head on his shoulder as you press your journal up towards his face, “Look, I wrote some more names. Wanna hear 'em’?”

"Show me.”

You could feel his chest vibrating, lips pressing a kiss on top of your head. Even sitting, he's large against your frame, and it doesn't seem to help your libido.

“Okay, I found—Umeko, which means apricot, or plum. And you call me Amai, which means sweet, so she could our my lil’ Umeko!—yeah?” You lean your head up, pointing at the doodles around the name you’d drawn.

“She’s gonna be sweet like her momma,” he gruffly chuckles, his thumb traveling over the curve of your thigh, “You don’t want any western names?”

You squint, “And have my black ass family give basic names? Yeah, no,” you ignore his grin, feeling his nose brush along your throat as he adjusts himself into your shoulder, “Every time I tell them my name ideas, they say that they’re weird. I’m okay with more cultural names.”

"I like that one. Umeko,” He repeats, "You wanna use it?"

The way his breath is warm against your neck makes your throat go dry. The way his fingers trail over your thigh—It was difficult to even focus on the topic at hand. Your eyes flutter each time his palm cups your hip.

You adjust yourself a bit, keeping your eyes against the journal as you reply, “I’ll put it at the top.”

As said before, he notices everything about you. His voice drops lower, his palm gripping your hip a little tighter as he feels the energy you emit.

“You alright, momma? You’ getting sleepy?”

You’re drowsy again. You watch his palm slide down your leg, reaching for your bare foot, squeezing the tense muscle beneath his fingers. It feels good.

You shift yourself even more as you quietly admit, “No—my feet still are hurting a bit, though.”

“Should’ve told me earlier.”

From the way he’s leaning down, his lips are pressing against your shoulder. One hand massages your foot, the other kneading the soft flesh of your thighs. That thick thumb, it continuously brushes over the inner sides. You sigh as he massages both feet, kneading to release the tension within your muscles. He moves to where you lean your back against his chest, lifting the point of your foot towards the sky. It makes you giggle a bit, rubbing at the swell of your belly.

“You good?”

His tone is huskier now. Toji’s hot breath makes you flutter your lashes, head slightly falling to the side to expose the skin of your throat—And he latches onto it, sucking the flesh between his lips.

Your curls are soft against his shoulder as you lean your head back, eyes fluttering shut the moment his mouth attaches to your skin. You snake your hand upwards, reaching for his hair as you find a lock of it to tug on.

You breathily sigh, “Y��Yeah…”

The way he’s kissing your throat, his tongue glides before he sucks the flesh back between his teeth, it’s sultry, his fingers wrapping around your ankle, gently taking your leg to raise over his own.

He does it with the other in a matter of seconds, your legs spread open against the blanket, only hidden by the material of your dress. You tug a little more on his hair, your hand nervously clutching your belly, eyes rolling a bit as he continuously sucks on your throat.

“T—Toji,” your voice is soft, “We’re outside, baby…”

“I know.”

His voice is deep, the heat of his breath makes you shudder. His hand travels up your thigh, slowly inching past your dress.

“Just give me ten minutes, baby. Let me have you.”

Your hand slides lower from his hair, holding the nape of his neck the moment your legs are being pulled wider. Your chest expands as you feel his fingers swiping in between your inner thighs, his middle and ring finger rubbing against the fabric of your panties, grinding at your clit. Your eyes blink shut against his throat, hiding your face within his shoulder as you whimper.

“Shit—you’re wet, baby. That fast?”

Toji’s voice makes you hide your face more into the skin of his throat, a small gasp emitting from your lips as he dips his hand beneath your thong. Your pussy keens beneath his touch. Your hips tense as you raise them a bit, eyes closing as you whimper again, “Just rub it a little…”

He hears you, placing the pad of his fingers against your clit, massaging in the softest way. He can feel how warm you are, how much you want this.

The pressure makes your eyes screw shut—you moan into his neck. You're quiet, but he can still hear you, feeling the way your breath hitches against his flesh.

He's not in a rush despite the need he has for you. He takes his time, watching your body react to his touch. The way your hips move, the way your chest slowly rises and falls, the way your nails dig into his skin. You’re sensitive.

His free hand reaches up, cupping your cheek as he turns your face towards him. He glares at you. He wants to see your eyes, needing to see the pleasure written all over your face. Leaning in, Toji pressing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

You’re panting against his mouth, lightly pulling back as you press your forehead against his. Your lips tremble into a pout, unable to stop the gasp your mouth pulls, your thighs spreading even wider—your mind is spinning.

“Put them in me, baby.”

“That’s how you ask me?”

“Put them i—in me,” you attempt at a softer tone, “Please.”

He’s already nudging his fingers in, curling them all while pushing them in between your folds, spreading your opening around his knuckles. Your mouth parts open against his, eyes rolling back, thighs trembling as you hide your whine in between his lips. Toji groans.

It’s as if you forget where you’re at—the moment he takes you to a place of wanting him, you can’t repeat the things you do without blushing. You reach for his wrist, your fingers digging into his skin as you try to push him in deeper. You're breathless, your entire body trembling as you begin tugging his wrist up and down, your arousal sloshing each time his fingers go deeper.

You pout against his mouth, “Ughn,” brushing your nose against his cheek.

“Baby, you gotta keep quiet,” he reminds at first, his breath hot against your ear— But he can’t help himself, look at you.

He then grunts to you, “You sound so fuckin’ good. Say it again.”

“Ughn,” you breathe out in a filthy repetition, your voice a whisper, your head tilting backwards, eyes half-lidded as you stare up at the sky. Your cheeks are a light shade of pink, your mouth parted open.

“Look at that shit just going in.”

He refers to his fingers, curling into you each time they scathe at the flush of your walls, squeezing the intrusion of his palm.

You’re grinding yourself against his lap, “Take it out, baby. I’ll be quiet.”

He doesn’t stop, and it feels as if he doesn’t believe your words. You were loud, always had been.

But you were also stubborn.

You pull your legs from over his, managing to turn yourself around to straddle him this time around, pulling him by the back of his neck into a kiss. Your tongue swirls within his mouth as you push him back, Toji flat against the blanket as you pull your mouth from his, “Wanna ride your face.”

You’re already climbing forward, gently pressing your knees to the sides of his head, keeping your hips elevated to not suffocate him. His eyes are focused on the way your folds glisten under the sunlight. You giggle at the way he kisses the bottom of your stomach, the bump of your belly making him grunt.

You tug at your bottom lip again, shivering as you feel Toji’s breath against your folds. You let out a soft whine when you feel his tongue, rotating in circles, swirling it against your clit, dragging it all around your folds.

You shudder, “A—Ah, b—baby…” twisting your fingers in his hair, using your other hand to place his palms against your hips.

His hands latch onto your hips, helping guide you in the pace you want. He keeps his tongue moving, flicking against your clit, dragging it across your entrance, swirling it around your labia. He groans, loving the taste of you, your scent filling his nostrils like a perfume.

He can’t stop himself—he’s sucking at your clit, feeling as you move your hips to his rhythm—He’s making your arousal worse.

“‘Need you, Daddy.”

There it is. That fucking name.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “Put that shit in. C’mon.”

You slide yourself down until you’re straddling his lap, reaching beneath yourself to pull his tip from beneath his jeans. His voice is husky as he questions, “You comfortable, baby? I’m hittin’ your stomach?”

You shake your head, pecking his lips, “I’m okay, baby. Can’t wait anymore,” your voice is high, too drunk of a lustful intoxication.

Nudging your nose against his, you’re slapping his tip against your pussy—he makes a face at you, which makes you lightly giggle in return. Placing your hands along his chest, your curls hang above his face as you sway your hips, sinking yourself down, splitting your folds open, engulfing your walls around the length of him. You can only hear the nature around the two of you. It’s silent—both of your mouths parting open as you look at each other. You try not to react to the pleasurable pinch you feel, but you can’t help it—your curls fly up a bit as you press your nose into his, breathlessly panting another giggle, quickly turning to a deep whimper.

You’re trembling, your voice tiny as you quiver, “O—oh shit…”

He feels the heat between your legs, it’s warmer than anything. It feels good against his skin, his shoulders flexing as he tries not to move. He can feel your breath panting into his mouth, the way your body shakes from the feeling of you sinking down onto him.

His palm is wrapped along the nape of your curls. You keep his mouth close as you raise your hips a bit, lowering them back down. Your voice is so soft as you quiver, “Oh my god…”

You begin to find a bit of a pace, still going slow, but moving as your fingers dig into his shoulder, whining.

His voice is husky, “Keep goin’,” he urges.

You feel his forearm adding pressure to your lower back, helping you drop yourself down a little faster. The strength he has adds on by the second, and you’re lightly bouncing—it makes you frown, a pout coming to your lips as you whimper again, “U—ughn…”

He watches your face twist, eyes closing as you move against him, those pretty lips pouting out as a whimper goes from the back of your throat. He watches you bite the bottom of your lip, the way your breath is heavy.

“That little pout,” he chuckles, “It feels that good?”

He has you right where he needs you—your brown cheeks flush as you lean onto his shoulder, pressing your toes into the ground for more leverage—your eyes roll back heavily and you bounce on top of him, material of your dress swaying with each clap of your ass.

“You love me?” He questions, watching your body, up and down, low eyes taking notice of the arousal that coats his tip—you’re creaming.

You nod in response, teeth dug into your lip to mask the petulant babbles you want to release. But that’s when Toji grunts, “Say you fuckin’ love me,” the word being met with his palm spanking you, gripping the flesh of your ass, plopping you down onto his dick even harder than before.

You whine, “I love you,” pressing your face within his jaw, “Can’t wait to have your baby…”

A low groan escapes him, “You’re gonna be a pretty ass momma, baby,” his hands gripping onto your ass as he thrusts upwards, meeting your movements. You can feel the way his muscles flex, the way his breathing becomes heavier, the way his heart races. Those grey eyes bore into your brown ones.

“Fuckin’ nasty—You love it when I spank you, huh?” His voice is rough, eyes burning into your sockets. He smacks your ass again, watching the way your cheeks jiggle.

“Fuck.”

You’re moaning, throwing your head back, breasts bouncing as you continue to ride him. You're soaking him at this point, your arousal dripping down his shaft, trailing his balls.

“…T—Toji!” you nearly startle yourself at your own voice, cupping your hands against his face, tears returning within your feline eyes as you warn, “Gonna c—cum…” you’re covering your mouth, skin flushed, a sob faltering in between your fingers.

“Don’t cover that shit.”

He intertwined his fingers with yours, leaning your weight onto him, gaze locked within your eyes— he’s thrusting upwards, hitting directly at your g-spot. You’re cumming.

“It’s okay, momma,” he promises, “Relax. Just cum.”

And you do—You throw your head back, gentle voice rippling a sob into the trees, his name, anything, tears streaming down your face—Your walls are milking him, and he loves every second of it.

His large palm drags along the top of your mouth, still angling his hips into you while muffling your squeals, leaning up to press your forehead against his. It was rare for him to moan, but when he did, you whimpered in return, feeling the warmth of his cum filling your walls.

You repeat in a softer tone, “I love you, Fushiguro.”

“I love you.”

His voice was a groan.

His jaw falls slack, teeth digging into the bottom flesh of his plush lips. That scarred mouth releases another grunt of pleasure, keeping you close as you catch your breath.

His hand then wraps around your own, his fingers trailing along your wedding band, placing both of your palms against your belly.

“You okay?”

You nod your head, face flushed as you softly giggle, “Perfect.”

His hand leaves yours, tracing a pattern along the top of your skin. The feeling of him running his long fingers along your tummy made your skin buzz. As if on cue, the baby decides to kick.

You gasp, “Baby, she’s kicking! Oh no. You interrupted her nap!”

He chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against the bump before speaking into your belly.

"Umeko, Daddy’s sorry.”

There’s a couple of kicks in response—She didn’t forgive him.

“Awe, you said the name I picked out.”

Why were your eyes watering? You weren’t sure. You giggle as you’re teary eyed, pulling him up as you press multiple kisses to his face, ignoring his grunt in response.

You give him a sigh, “I’m hungry. And I have to pee!”

“You’re making me wanna smoke again,” Toji pinched the bridge of his nose, “Do you wanna pee, or eat first?”

“I’ll go pee, I guess.”

“C’mere. Let me help you up.”

“Wanna roll me down the hill?”

“No, woman.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re no fun. Let's go!”

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gojosconsort · 1 day ago

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COME OVER? ♡ // JJK SMAU

⁀➷ CONTENT. they’re blowin’ up your phone past midnight—sure you won’t fall back into that situationship trap again? right??

♡ FEATURING. satoru, suguru, toji and sukuna

♡ WARNINGS. mdni. some angst, horny subtext (duh) and some horny pic lmaoo (hope this doesn’t get reported, pray for me), bad dirty talk

♡ AUTHOR’S NOTE. this my first attempt at a smau, hope it’s not completely terrible ehhhhh had fun making it tho

————— ୨୧ —————

⁀➷ masterlist

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fushigurhoez · 2 days ago

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𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍★

boyfriend!megumi x fem!reader ft. perv!toji

warnings • smut, pseudo-cest? getting spied on, all characters aged up, age gap (reader is 20, toji is late 30’s) gumi is possessive and a little mean at the end, pussy eating, vv brief ass play, face fucking, spitting, creampie, voyeurism, this is straight up nasty so if that ain’t your thing don’t read it, dark content

Megumi sighed, begrudgingly checking his phone for what had to be the millionth time in the last 4 hours, an irritated scowl tainting his face when he saw that your location was still at least 20 minutes away from his house.

‘Fucking traffic..’ he thought to himself upon seeing it was 5:17pm. Surely plenty of people were leaving work and headed home, longing to see their families after a grueling 8 hour shift.. however, he hadn’t seen you for a good 8 weeks and he could give a shit less about anyone else. You were supposed to be here almost 30 minutes ago, and he was itching to hold you in his arms again. Itching to sneak whiffs of your hair as you tucked your head under his chin and buried your face in his chest, your declaration of how badly you missed him muffled by how tightly he was embracing you. He was itching for you to get here before his dad did so he could hide you away in his room. He knew he couldn’t keep you away from him forever, but he was sure as hell going to try. One of his eyebrows twitched involuntarily at the thought of you even being in his fathers presence. He didn’t want to share you with anyone, anytime soon as selfish and greedy as it sounded. He attempted to sway his mind elsewhere, knowing that anticipating your arrival so diligently would only make the time drag by slower. He paced around his room some, fixing the various things sat on his dresser, a picture of the two of you taken at the county fair catching his attention. A small smile tugged at his lips as his eyes lingered on how brightly you were smiling. It had only been your first date, but even back then he craved your presence.

The sound of a car door shutting pulled him out of his reminiscences, looking out of his bedroom window to be greeted by the familiar sight of your moms car, your back facing him as your mother said something unintelligible to you before you turned around, almost as if you sensed his eyes on you. You smiled at him lovingly and he was pretty sure his feet moved before his brain could even register that he was moving, skipping a stair or two simply because it meant getting to you faster. He composed himself on the outside before opening the front door, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

“Baby.” He breathed, his nose registering the sweet scent of your shampoo as he engulfed you in his arms, reveling in the security of yours around his waist. You smiled contentedly into his chest, snuggling into his subconsciously as though if you held him tighter you’d become one.

“Missed you s’much gumi..”

“I know baby, ‘missed you too.”

Your mom cleared her throat and waved smugly from the drivers seat, and megumi felt his cheeks tingling as he waved back, not letting you go.

“You kids behave” she teased, earning an embarrassed whine of “mom!” from you. You said your goodbyes and watched as she reversed out of the driveway, leaving the two of you standing on the front porch, still attached.

“Oh, uh let me take that for you.” Megumi reaches for the backpack slung over your shoulder and transfers it to his, muttering something about you packing ‘your whole room in this backpack’ and placing his hand on your lower back as he guided you upstairs to his room.

He was right behind you, his room at the end of the hall, almost in the clear without having to introduce you to his father.

“Where ya in such a hurry to kid?”

Almost.

Megumi’s fist clenched at his side as he turned around, not missing the curious look on your face as you stared at the man before you.

“Just to my room dad.” He mumbled with a deadpan stare.

“Not gonna introduce me to your friend? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were embarrassed of me.”

‘I am’ megumi thought to himself.

“She’s not my friend, she’s my girlfriend.” He corrected curtly as he pulled you closer to him by the hand on your waist, making you smile shyly.

“Uh hi, I’m y/n! You are..?”

“Toji” he held out his hand to you and you took it, expecting to shake his hand but it seems he had other plans, holding your delicate hand up and placing a chaste kiss on your soft skin, making your cheeks buzz with embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, y/n.” He maintained eye contact with you, your name rolling off his tongue as though he had known you forever and it was enough to piss megumi off, smacking his fathers hand away from yours and grabbing your hand as if to reclaim the part of you his father had dared to touch.

“That’s enough acquainting for now.” And he continued gently pushing you towards his room at the end of the hall, not missing the deep chuckle from his dad.

“Keep the door open, son.” He joked, walking back to his room at the opposite end of the hall.

“Whatever.” Megumi scoffed, leaving the door ajar literally less than a centimeter.

He glanced at you, already making yourself comfortable on his bed, leaning back on your hands as you gazed at him.

“Your dad’s…interesting.”

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose agitatedly.

“I’m sorry about that, I really am. That’s why I didn’t want you to meet him.” He sat your backpack down carefully as stood up, wrapping your arms around his neck and his hands immediately flew to your hips and he looked down into your eyes. He had always been big on eye contact.

“It’s fine babe, really. I wanna meet all your friends and family, no matter how strange.” You assured and he smiled softly. “Yeah? In that case wait till you meet yuji”

“I’m looking forward to it” you giggled, biting your bottom lip subconsciously and megumi didn’t miss it.

“But I’ve been looking forward to something else even more.” You stepped closer to him, closing the space between your bodies and he sighed at the feeling of your chest against his, pressing his forehead to yours. “Yeah?” He breathed and your hands gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him with you until your knees hit the edge of the bed, sending the both of you falling onto it with your limbs entangled.

“Yeah” you grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down to make his lips meet yours, as he relaxed into your touch, making sure not to put all his weight on you. The kiss was sweet at first, shy as you both reacquainted your lips with one another’s after being apart for so long. It didn’t take long and the kiss quickly got heated, the both of you grasping at each other like you would slip away at any moment, breathing each others air so you didn’t have to pull away so soon. Megumi trailed his kisses down your jaw, kissing the spot right under it that made you grip his shoulders and tilt your head back in hopes that he’d kiss it so hard that you’d have bruises the next day.

“missed you so fucking much, gumi” you whispered, and he leaned back on his heels grabbing the neckline of his black tshirt and pulling it over his head, black hair falling into his face messily. He threw it behind him somewhere before helping you pull your hoodie over your head and tossing it into a pile on the floor. His heart raced in his chest as he stared down at you, admiring. It made you shy, how intense and full of love his eyes were when he looked at you. You couldn’t help but cross your arms over your chest and he shook his head, grabbing your wrists gently and pulling them away. “You don’t have to hide from me baby. It’s just us” his voice was soft, wanting you to understand that you were safe with him. You let him look at you some more, before he was leaning down planting soft kissed all over your newly exposed skin like it was the first time he had seen it. The two of you had been intimate a few times now but you weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to the way he palmed your breasts, squeezing one so gently while he flicked his tongue over the other. He pinched your left nipple while he sucked on the right one, his movements increasing in desperation.

“m-megumiii” you whined, fingers tangling in his raven locks and pulling making him groan around your now stiff bud. He switched to the other one, not stopping until both of your cute nipples were glistening with his saliva and you were arching your chest up in his face begging him to do something about the ache between your legs. He kissed down your body slowly, strong hands pushing your hips back down on the bed when you would cant them up, trying to rub your needy cunt against his abs.

“Patience, baby.” He’d remind you, thumb caressing over the stretch marks on your hip to soothe you. He hooked his fingers under the waist as of your cargo pants, tugging them down your legs before they too became part of the growing pile of clothes. Now underneath him in just your plain black cotton panties you couldn’t help but wish you had worn something a bit sexier, but you had always been one to prioritize comfort..something megumi loved about you. Even though the fabric was dark, he couldn’t miss the way it clung to your pussy, wetness accentuating the shape of your puffy lips. He could smell your arousal as he kissed between your thighs, coming close to where you needed him and even placing a quick kiss on your covered clit before going back to nipping at your thighs. Your hand gripped his hair yet again, whining as you tried to push his face into your cunt making him chuckle at how badly you needed him.

“What do you need from me baby? Tell me.” He hooked his index finger under your panties, trailing it under the elastic trim that encircled your thighs, your delicious fucking thighs. He could lay between your legs for hours just sucking and biting at them and watching you writhe under him. He looked into your eyes awaiting your answer and you looked away, unable to hold his gaze.

“Please don’t make me say it.. s’ embarrassing”

He couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. You were so fucking cute.

“I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me love.” He kissed your clit again, but harder this time making your body jerk as you sucked in a breath, grip on his hair tightening.

“Please baby..” you pleaded but he needed more than that.

“Please what?” He snapped the edge of your panties against your skin.

“Please eat me out..” you said shyly and your plea went straight to his cock as he hurriedly dragged your panties down your legs, mouth watering at the string of arousal connected to them before he tossed those too. He put his hands under your knees, pushing them up until you were almost folded in half and watched as your pussy spread for him, groaning at the sight. You were so wet it was dripping down your ass and he couldn’t resist, his hot tongue laving over your puckered hole, cleaning up every bit of your essence before dipping into your vagina and up to your clit in one greedy lick.

“Nnngh, fuck gumi!” You cried out at the feeling of his tongue violating everything you had to offer to him.

“Shhh baby, gotta try n be quiet okay?”

You nodded quickly, as though you’d agree to anything he said if it meant he’d keep licking you out this good. His tongue swirled calculated circles on your hard clit, rolling it under the precise tip of his tongue and your pussy gushed more arousal everytime it clenched, sliding down the crack of your ass before he’d lap that up too. You were panting harshly as you tried to be as quiet as you could but he was making it hard, huffing against your pussy as he ate you raw.

“Fuck I missed this pussy..” he moaned, spitting on your cunt before digging two of his slender fingers into your hole and curling them upwards before latching back onto your clit and sucking.

“Ohhh fuck baby, yeah!” You gasped, sitting up to lean back on your elbow as you watched him eat you out.

“right fucking there megumi, you’re gonna make me cum” you whispered pushing his hair out of his face to meet his eyes looking up at you from between your legs. You both locked eyes for all of 4 seconds before you were tossing your head back, slapping your hand over your mouth and sobbing into it.

“Tsk” toji kissed his teeth as he slammed his phone down on his bedside table, reading the text that shiu sent him 7 times but not being able to actually grasp the words in it due to the sounds floating down the hallway. He had tried closing his door and it’s like the two of you only got louder.

“Fucking kids.” He grumbled, standing up from his bed and running his hand over his face, his scarred lips set into a scowl. Megumi knew better than to fuck in his house, let alone while he was there. He gets it, the boy was excited to see you but this was unacceptable, he couldn’t even focus on his work for fucks sake.

“Yeah, no way” he decides, twisting his doorknob and walking out into the hallway, intent on banging on the door and telling the two of you to shut the fuck up.

“Megs!” He says, fist already raised to knock on the door. His fist hovers in the air, unmoving as shock takes over his body, his breath catching in his throat. Through a crack in the door, he sees the two of you, just barely able to make out the position you’re in. Megumi has you at the bottom end of his bed, on your back with your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he ruts into you. His hand is clamped over your mouth but toji can still hear you crying out from under it with every thrust his son gives to you. He sees the way your breasts jump with every thrust, and the sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing is loud in his ears, his hearing amplified all of a sudden.

He’s suddenly painfully aware of how hard his dick is, leaning against the cold hallway wall as though that would cool him down, and he can hear the blood rushing through his ears. He peaks through the crack again, seeing that megumi is leaned back on his heels, with his hands under your knees to keep your legs up, face screwed in concentration and pleasure.

“I love you so fucking much y/n.” He grunts, one hand now on your throat to keep you from screaming as he delivers stroke after stroke into your sopping cunt. It’s such an intimate moment.

Toji almost feels bad for what he’s about to do.

His hand quickly reaches into his sweats, finding his hard heavy length, breathing roughly through his nostrils as he squeezes himself at the base, jerking himself slowly at first as he keeps his eyes locked on the two of you. His cock throbs in his hand at the sight.

megumi was really getting you good, little “uh uh uh” sounds leaving your lips as he fucked you, and toji had been around long enough to be able to tell that you were about to cum. He fucked his fist up and down on his dick at the same pace as the two of you, eyes fluttering shut as he too neared his high.

“m-meg i’m cumming, im cumming oh—fuck!” You squealed, gasping for air as megumi fucked you through it, and toji forced his eyes open to watch you fall apart, looking back up at his boy only to be met with piercing jade eyes staring back at him through the crack in the door. A smirk so evil it could only be described as sinister, adorns his face as he fucks you harder into the mattress cooing down at you as you cry about it being too much.

As if knowing it was the worst time possible, thick spurts of cum overflowed out of toji’s cock, over his fist and down the front of his sweatpants. The pleasure is damn near blinding but toji keeps his eyes locked on the two of you anyway, megumi grunting as he presses his hips flush against yours, keeping eye contact with his father as he fucks his seed deeper into you. He doesn’t give you time to recover, pulling out of you and lacing his hand in your hair, pulling you so that your knees dig into the bed with your face by his half-hard dick. “Lick me clean.” He demands and you do so obediently, sucking the cum clean off of him. It’s only then, with your ass up and facing the door does toji see how wrecked your pussy is. It’s dripping with thick white seed identical to what stains the front of toji’s pants. Your hole flutters and it just keeps dripping out, running down your thighs.

“Such a good girl for me baby.” Megumi groans, his grip on your hair ever so tight as he bobs your head up and down his shaft, gagging you on it as if to say “fuck you” to his father. He pulls it out of your mouth with a ‘pop’ and smacks it across your face a few times.

“Open your mouth.” He demands and as soon as you do, he spits harshly into your mouth, you swallowing greedily.

Toji rolls his eyes at the smug look on his son’s face, tucking his cock back into his pants and walking back down the hall towards his room.

“Little fucking freak..”

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dollbrbie · 2 days ago

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♡ ⸝⸝ HOW THE AGE GAP AFFECTS YOUR RELATIONSHIP

cw. toji & panther!reader, age gap, smut kinda so mdni

EXPERIENCE

with yours and toji’s age gap being around a decade, there’s definitely a huge difference in experience. this doesn’t necessarily just mean with sex, but it’s safe to say toji has been round the block a little. after all, he’s an attractive man so it wasn’t unexpected when he had said he was experienced. it did start to make you feel a little out of place, though. you just felt so innocent compared to him. but, toji will never want his girl to feel unsure about herself when he’s around.

“you don’t need to get so worked up about it, sweetheart. i can always teach ‘ya.”, he’ll say with his signature smirk, and in that moment, you don’t feel so bad about it.

LIFESTYLE

with that being said, toji has a lot of life experience compared to you. he’s had his fun in his twenties, partying and drinking, the one night stands that come with it. now, he just wants to settle down. he spends most of his weekends at home when he’s not working at the club. and trust me, he’s not working there because he loves the atmosphere. whenever he does go out, it’ll be with a few of his friends just to have a couple beers.

with you though, you wanna have your fun! you’re still young and you haven’t really lived you life yet. so, you and your girls will regularly go out clubbing, to the bar or to some festival. and while toji will always fund you for it, he’s never going to be happy about it. he knows what goes on there as a guy. it’s not like he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust the other men around you and he really wishes you’d understand that better.

ARGUMENTS

this links back to the last point. while arguments are pretty rare between you two, when they do happen, it’s very clear the age difference and maturity between you both and most of the time it’s because of your lifestyle. you can get pretty fiery at times, always defending yourself, while toji just can’t deal with it. he’s the type of guy who’ll just walk off during arguments when they get heated, leaving you to overthink and think the absolute worst. he just thinks he’s too old for it.

and sometimes, you can even get a little petty. posting on your instagram story when you’re at the club, maybe showing a hint of some guys shoulder. yeah, it’s kinda toxic, but toji knows you better than to ever cheat on him. but it definitely gets him riled up the way you want him to.

afterwards, you always find yourself beneath him, having him fuck your brains out just the way you wanted. he knows you do this on purpose, but he can’t help but fall for it every time.

FRIENDS & FAMILY

this one is a hit and miss. your friends have known toji for just as long as you have, so they’re more than okay with your relationship with him. even when you’re not out with them, toji will look out for your girls, making sure weird guys stay away from them, watching over in case of anything suspicious. honestly, they love him and your relationship.

however, your family definitely don’t approve as much. you can’t really blame them too much, they’re just trying to look out for you. and with toji’s appearance, he’s not really giving the boy next door vibes. they never invite him round for family gatherings or dinner, they kinda just.. ignore him. after their countless attempts, they know they’ll get an earful from you if they say anything too out of order, so they just let you do you at this point. they have the mindset that hopefully you’ll grow up one day and realise that your relationship isn’t gonna last.

but toji is determined, he’s been made very aware that your family don’t particularly love him. but, he knows you’re the one, the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. so he’ll try and try and try again until he gets it right. because one day, he wants to be putting a ring on your finger, and he certainly doesn’t want your dad scowling at him whilst walking you down the isle.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 SERIES MASTERLIST

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m-ayo-o · 14 hours ago

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Toji's the kinda man who doesn't ask you to sit on his face

He just grunts in frustration when you're on top of him, grinding on his bulge, getting needy and hot, and lifts you up there himself.

"get up here" he almost sounds angry about it..

"Toji- wait-!!"

But it's too late, his impatience got the better of him, now his hands are circled around your thighs so tight you can barely move. He drags you up to his face and pulls you down onto his tongue, sinking it right into your sweet, wet pussy.

Humming with satisfaction, your moans music to his ears, he grins and licks you alllll night till your thighs are trembling from sensitivity and being spread open so embarrassingly wide over his face.

"had 'nuff?" He grunts when your body goes all limp and soft.

But you're too fucked out to reply..

"needy little girl" he mutters and keeps going💕

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cyberyam · 3 days ago

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espresso.

pairing: geek!toji x gn!reader cw: masturbation; smut; [mdni 18+!!] summary: college student geek!toji has a crush on his classmate—and it keeps him up at night.

every night, geek!toji lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, eyes dark, lips parted, chest rising and falling like he had just run himself into the ground. he was exhausted. he was wrecked. but still, sleep wouldn’t come.

not when all he could think about was you.

you haunted him. ruined him. the scent of you when you leaned over him, the warmth of your body so close to his, the way your lips parted as you spoke—so damn excited about whatever comic geek!toji had been reading at the time.

“that looks cool! what's it about?”

your voice had been light, teasing. completely innocent. you hadn’t noticed the way he had gone rigid beneath your gaze, how his fingers had clenched around the book so tightly it nearly crumpled in his grip. he had barely managed to nod, heat crawling up his neck as he swallowed hard, trying to reintroduce moisture into his drying mouth.

that moment had embedded itself into his bones. it had wound itself around his ribs, coiled hot and heavy in his stomach, and now it wouldn’t let him go.

his fingers twitched where they gripped the sheets, his thighs tensing beneath the blankets.

“not tonight,” he mumbled to himself. “not again.”

but his body betrayed him.

before he could stop himself, his right hand slid down beneath his waistband, curling around his cock.

“goddamit.”

his breath came out sharp, his grip tightening as he stroked himself once, twice, his hips rolling up into his own hand before he could even think about stopping.

his brows pinched together, his head tipping back against the pillow, his other hand fisting the sheets as he imagined you instead—the warmth of your palms, the softness of your lips, the way your throat would bob as he pushed himself past your tongue.

“shit, just like that… fuck.”

his voice cracked, breathless, weak. it was humiliating. he was humiliating. rutting into his own palm, his body burning up like a fever, his mind so consumed with thoughts of you that he couldn’t function.

he imagined bending you over, pressing you into his mattress, forcing a comic book into your trembling hands.

“go on, keep reading. i wanna hear you.” he would say as he watched you hopelessly cling onto the pages, shuddering and trembling beneath his touch.

his stomach twisted as the familiar knot growing inside him clawed up his spine, blinding and almost unbearable. his free hand slapped over his mouth just as his body tensed, his orgasm tearing through him as his vision went white for a moment.

but even as he came down, his breathing ragged and his fingers still curled around his softening cock, the hunger for you didn’t fade.

geek!toji was miserable.

he sat in class, his jaw clenched so tight it ached, his eyelids heavy and his under eyes bruised with the exhaustion that was pulling at his limbs. he hadn’t slept. how could he? not when every time he closed his eyes, you were there—your hands, your lips, your voice.

and now here you were. pulled from his imagination and now sitting right in front of him.

you were smiling, talking to your friends, laughing carelessly as your fingers idly toyed with the hem of your jumper. oblivious. completely fucking oblivious.

his cock throbbed against his thigh.

'no. please no. not here. not now.'

but then you turned, your lips curving into something soft as you caught his gaze.

“hey! toji, was it?”

his chair scraped loudly against the floor as he bolted up, mumbling something about the bathroom before anyone could question him.

"i- ah- okay?" he could hear you call behind him as he stepped through the doorway.

'idiot. idiot. idiot.' he mentally scolded himself as he hurried away.

by the time he was in the stall, his hands were already fumbling with his belt, his thick rimmed glasses slipping down his nose as he worked on yanking open the zipper of his jeans, just enough to free himself.

“fucking, fuck. fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tight as he started moving, fast, desperate, chasing relief before he completely lost it.

his head tipped back against the stall, his breath uneven, his body trembling as the same filthy images from the night before flooded his mind—your mouth, your thighs, your voice moaning his name.

“shit—" he whimpered your name desperately, hoping if he called for you enough times you may actually appear before him, on your knees, your swollen lips wrapped around his leaking cock.

his free hand slammed against the stall door as he came, his other still working himself through it, a weak, desperate grip as his cum spurted messily against the door. his body shuddered, knees nearly giving out, forehead dropping against the cool surface as he gasped for breath.

then, the humiliation hit.

"fuuuuuuck, you idiot."

his stomach twisted, the weight of what he’d just done settling like a heavy rock in his gut. his fingers clenching into a fist before flexing, and with a groan, he knocked his head against the door like he could physically beat some sense into himself—letting his glasses slip to the tiled floor.

'pathetic,' he thought bitterly, still panting, still trembling. he needed to pull himself together. needed to get the hell out of here before you started to wonder why he’d disappeared so suddenly.

he was so fucking screwed.

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kenpachissluut · 20 hours ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Men and their sexual Kinks ᰔᩚ

warning: smut, explicit content and language, 18+mdni

Toji Fushiguro - Breeding Kink ᰔᩚ

Toji loves seeing you stuffed full with his cum everytime he fucks you. He refuses to use condoms, cause he wants to claim you over & over. What works better than filling your sweet pussy up right? Plus point when you get pregnant with his baby.

Shiu Kong - Katoptronophilia ᰔᩚ

Shiu loves to see every reaction he can get out of you while you bounce up & down his cock infront of a mirror. Pounding you from behind & forcing you by the neck to hold his gaze through the mirror smirking, so he can see how good he makes you feel.

Sukuna Ryomen - Shibari ᰔᩚ

Sukuna loves to bond you up with velvety red ropes up from the ceiling. For him it’s pure art seeing your beautiful body tied up, hanging there freely for him while he can play with all your sensitive areas and making you in every fucking way his.

Naoya Zenin - Degradation and Humiliation ᰔᩚ

Naoya is obviously the meanest Man ever to walk on earth. It’s no wonder he loves seeing you begging on your knees for mercy, while he humiliates & degrades you, insulting you, making you do embarrassing things such as kissing his feet & crawling on a leash. Pure sadistic.

Nanami Kento - Praising Kink ᰔᩚ

Nanami can be rough sometimes but even then he would praise you. He loves to hold intense eye contact while his thick cock slides in & out of your wet pussy, calling you beautiful & how good you are taking him and how much he loves & desires you.

Gojo Satoru - Exhibitionism ᰔᩚ

Gojo is a needy, horny man. If he wants to fuck you, he fucks you, no matter where you are. He loves the thrill of fucking you in very inappropriate open places like behind a house building, even in pure daylight. He secretly hopes they would get caught, cause that spurs him on even more.

Geto Suguru - Orgasm Control ᰔᩚ

Geto is really mean & loves to torture you. He enjoys having you under his mercy, tied up on the bed while he fucks you nice & slowly but refuses to let you come. But mark my words, when he finally decides to let you come? It’s the best orgasm you will ever have in your life.

Choso Kamo - Submission ᰔᩚ

Choso likes being dominated by his woman. He wants all the attention & wants that his girlfriend shows him what they want him to do. He would obediently listen & fulfill you every wish you ask him. He can also get dominant especially when he is jealous, prepare for a rough needy fuck.

Hiromi Higuruma - Cockwarming ᰔᩚ

Hiromi loves nothing more when you visit him in his office, sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing your pussy. He would work on his files, not allowing you to move. He enjoys just the feeling of your warm pussy around his cock, so he can get even more excited when he gets to finally fuck you desperately at home.

Kusakabe Atsuya - Role Play ᰔᩚ

Kusakabe loves seeing you all dressed up in cute skimpy outfits. He especially loves when you play his student or a little kitty. Another kink of him is filming your intense role play fucking, making your own little porn. He would watch it when you wouldn’t be at home, stroking himself needily.

Kenpachissluut 🩷

comments and reblogs appreciated 🎀

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madewithsilk · 2 days ago

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— SHE'S THE SERPENTINE

— TOJI FUSHIGURO x fem model reader

in which... you're a renown model, famous for runways and fashion shows with the greatest designers. But above all, infamous for the scandals with men and women, one night stands or long term relationships. Toji Fushiguro isn't too involved in all of that, he's known, sure, but he stays out of celebrity gossip by all means necessary. Though, it was hardly impossible to not learn about all the scandals you've been involved in. He finds soon enough what makes you so enticing.

— SHE'S MY COLLAR

beware of; sleeping w/ multiple people mentioned, paparazzi, body worship, open sexuality (r), drug consumption (alcohol, coke, etc), misogynistic terms (Shui), unintentional intox, experienced reader, creampie, breast play, size kink, spitting, degrading, breeding kink, use of “little girl” and “slut”

The first time Toji Fushiguro had heard of you was against his will. Your face was plastered everywhere on social media. Scandal accounts on instagram, gossip pages on twitter, you name it and you were there. Every week was something new. You saw two people at the same time and they found out or you hooked up drunk and wasted with an A list celebrity. Each time an interviewer confronted you about it, your bottom lip trapped itself between your teeth, an unapologetic yet guilty expression on your features. "Whoops?"

Toji hates to say it, but he was hypnotized. The shameless amount of sexuality you presented was different, it set you apart from celebrities or models who wished to keep their lives private.

It was finally February, and the most anticipated event of the year loomed ever closer: New York Fashion Week. Designers with international acclaim, iconic brands, and a plethora of celebrities would converge under the same glittering roof. Models would grace the runway with fall and winter collections that had intricate details and bold designs, and by the end of it all, after-parties were promised.

As his sleek, tinted car glided to a stop outside the venue, flashes erupted around him, capturing every moment of his entrance. The pulsating city lights bathed him in a jarring glow while fan girls strained against the red ribbons that barred them from reaching him. Men in sharp suits rushed to surround him, hiding his apperance from intrusive cameras.

He couldn't resist a small throaty chuckle leaving his lips, adjusting the tie around his suit. His outfits were common among the men, but the women he spotted were extravagant to another level. Inside the grand building was nothing short of sumptuous architecture and people who could guide him to a seat. Everyone was given a pamphlet with the model's names and the brand they would be representing. Toji's eyes darted around to find the seat assigned to him.

He removed his coat, draping it over the backrest of the chair. His brow was constantly cocked, giving the occasional smile to anyone he recognizes. A small grunt left his lips as he sat down, opening the piece of paper to skim over the model and designer names. The music went silent in his brain as his eyes focused on your name in bold, right under the title of Christian Siriano. Shut sat right down besides him, snapping Toji out of the trance with and elbow nudge. "Anyone specific you're watching?" He teases, and Toji laughs, giving a swift nod.

Meanwhile, your brain was hectic and lost. Everything overwhelms you during this time of the year, directors yelling names constantly, hair not sitting right, makeup smudging. Everyone enjoyed fashion week except the models under constant pressure. Backstage was bare and plain compared to the runway, ensuring a more calm space for staff but even that didn't help. Your section was about to go on stage and the only thing calming your chills was the promised parties right after.

Women around you were adjusting any quirks on your dress, retouching blush and lipstick, and any last-minute decisions just so a minute and a half could be perfect. The dress was red, frills towards the end and provactive above the waist. Your clevage was nearly completely on display, a statement to your usual fashion and life choices that the designer made sure to emphasize on.

You took a sharp breath, a hostess shouting our your name on the mic with a brief introduction. Heels bouncing off the floor, your steps were heavy on the black, wooden-clad platform. Coos echoed and pictures snapped all around. You made sure to keep your composure when reaching the end of the stage, focusing on a random person's face. As Toji's gaze met yours, he widened his own, receiving a small wink before you turned back around to strut towards the curtains you came out of.

Shui noticed the expression of shock, nodding his head at Toji. "Gonna go for the community whore?" He mocked, a shrug coming from Toji in response.

That night, you both ended up at the same after party. Your hair was disheveled, makeup dripping from constant laughter, and rubbing your nose from the lines of coke you had done. It was obvious that as the night grew older, the clock quickening to hit three at midnight, you were seeking out someone to take with you. And Toji wasn't one to pass up opportunities.

He fixed up his tie, slipping between people to get to you quicker. You nearly tumbled at his quick movements, holding onto his bicep to stabilize yourself. When your head shifted upwards, getting sight of the man, you let out a slurred chuckle. "You," Toji laughed at your one-worded comment, hands slithering to your waist, innocently playing it off as helping you.

"Me," He replied, eyes teasingly widening. You squeezed at his bicep, shamelessly eyeing him. "Toji, am'right?" Your words trembled over eachother. He nodded, pressing you flush against his body. He could play womanizer if it was required of him. "You're completely wasted, little lady." You pouted, half-lidded eyes fluttering at him. "Am not, just a bit woozy." He swayed his head, his scent was intoxicating. It was bourbon entangled with some fancy cologne.

His presentation was so snarky, just so confident he'd get you to himself. "Think I should take you home myself," He whispered into your ear, sending a warm shiver down your spine. "Ya' know, make sure you don't get yerself into any danger." You heaved at his words, a small needy whimper leaving your already parted lips. He knew this wouldn't be your reaction if you weren't gone on all sorts of drugs, you were far too calculated for that. Yet here you were like putty in his hands.

That night, he laid it down on you. He'd been craving this shit for so long, seeing everyone get a taste besides him. He knew he was going to take advantage of this moment, strip every article of clothing from your body slowly, not giving in too quickly. He didn't care how much you whined or complained, how much you tugged on his hair and wrapped your legs around his torso. He was taking it slow, kissing down your neck with utmost patience.

You were completely nude yet his body hadn't been exposed to you, underneath your flushed look, you were so damn frustrated. Every few moments, in between moans, you'd tug at his shirt or grind against his covered abs. Everyone always gave you what you wanted, the moment you demanded it. They didn't make you wait inbetween hot, wet kisses down your body along with the scent of only your arousal overwhelming you.

He took his time on your breasts, fondling them with his large palms. “You cold, doll?” He asked teasingly, fingertip toying with your hardened nipples. Your head was thrown back, just needing to be stuffed already. A groan left your lips, bucking your hips upwards. “Hurry.” The drugs were still affecting you, but they wore off by the moment. He sucked on the nipples, tongue warm and moist against your skin. You whimpered, tugging on his black hair.

He was at that for a moment, switching tits, spitting on them and smothering it all over. When he started unbuckling his pants, you had countless marks and bruises all over the sensitive skin. “You’re ridiculous.” You scoffed, just hypnotized by how his cock left an imprint on his boxers. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, gaping with need and slick.

Toji released his dick, springing to his lower abdomen. It was leaking with precum, the tip was red and irritated. You tried to reach over to stroke him but he swatted your hand away. “Are you on birth control?” He asked, voice raspy with hunger. You nodded your head yes, he was already pressing the fat tip inside your hole. You whined, gasping and trying to stabilize yourself with his shoulder. “Take– take this shit off,” You spat at him, gesturing towards the fabric covering his upper half. He rolled his eyes, retreating his hands from your hips and instead to his tie, removing it till there was nothing left.

You left your palms explore his torso, his abs, whining at the happy trail leading down to his cock. While you were distracted, his cock drilled into you, kissing your cervix when he bottomed out. You whined, a throaty moan being forced out of you from the sheer stretch. “Toji—“ He chuckled, beads of sweat gathering at his forehead and making the single strands stick to it. You’ve been with many men, girthy, lengthy, all of it, but Toji’s wasn’t anything you’ve dealt with.

Toji watched in awe as your fluttering hole tried to adjust to his cock. He wanted to just ram into you, but he had some consideration. Tears welled at your waterline, partly because of the pain, but mostly because you needed more. “Toji, move,” Your words were slurred, biting your lower lip as he pulls out and thrusts back into your cunt. The squelching noises were loud, bouncing off the walls. “Gonna take this shit, alright?” You nodded mindlessly, watching as his hips speed up and the flesh-to-flesh noises gain strength.

Toji had you babbling, tongue lolling out, hardly able to form a coherent sentence. The curve of his cock hit against your g-spot each time, abusing the gummy spot over and over again. He snaked an arm between your thighs, rubbing circles into your clit at a quicker pace. “To-Toji—“ He held onto your thighs, pressing them further against your chest. “Can’ttt,” He licked his lips, feeling you clamp down harder on his dick. The double stimulation of your nub and cunt was too much to take.

“You can.” He stated, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. “Open this slutty mouth,” You did as told, stretching your tongue out. He spat onto it, pace not relenting. Although you whined in complain, you still swallowed it, thick spit running down your throat. “How many men have dumped their load into you? You need dick to live, huh?” He was shaming you, shaming how much sex you had, shaming your lifestyle, yet it just made the knot in your tummy grow increasingly. “Maybe you are just a pretty lil’ face and body meant to be used,” You whined, drool running down your chin.

He laughed at the pathetic sight, hips stuttering as he neared his orgasm. “There we go, c’mon,” You gushed onto his dick before he could, your cum soaking his lower abdomen and your own thighs. He didn’t stop, still chasing his orgasm desperately. Toji could feel your cunt spasming from the overstimulation. “I’m gonna cum in this pussy, gonna fuck a baby into you.” He heaved out, head burying into your neck as he blew thick ropes of cum into your cunt.

Toji pressed a hand down on your tummy as he pulled out, cum spilling out. “Fuck,” You were fucked out, whimpering. “So sweet, just existing to take cum,” He mocked, a small pout on your lips.

He decided to spend the night, but in the morning, as he gathered his shit, you slowly stirred awake. You were sobered up but the hangover was drastic. “Shiiit.” Toji laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed while fixing his watch. You scooted towards him, pressing your completely nude body against his clothed back. “Need money or somethin’?” You scoff, pushing him away yet still sleepily ending up against his back again. “I’m not a prostitute, I probably make more money than you.” He laughed once again, standing and watching you flop onto the bed.

He flicked your forehead with his middle finger and thumb, forcing a small wince and yelp. “Just fuckin’ with you.” He assured, throwing the covers over your goosebump lathered body. He was about to walk out, leaving something on the dresser. You were about to groan in annoyance, imagining it to be money or something of the sort. As your eyes focused in on it, a few digits were written out.

As he was walking out your apartment for the first time, he knew it was gonna be a hassle. Cameras were flashing at him, surrounded by paparazzi intrigued by this new relationship. “Sir, were you in there with famous model—“ Before the man could finish his sentence, Toji walked past the microphone with an increased speed “Fuck off,” They kept chasing after him but he slammed the car door in their faces.

After he started seeing you more, he realized why you could never keep a long term relationship. You were incredibly high maintenance. You were both at the mall, trying on a thousand pairs of lingerie sets, another dozen of shoes, you name it. He followed you around, holding your bags. Yet, he promised he was going to be the one to keep you.

Every time you offered your card at a store, he jerked your hand away (gently, of course) and gave his own. Who were you to deny a willing gentleman? A small giggle was a constant while walking around, “I’m gonna run your shit dry.” You made fun, poking his side. Toji grumbled playfully, wrapping an arm around you and ruffling your laid hair. “Yeah? Think I don’t benefit from this too, little girl?” You huff, attempting to get his broad arms off of you but he only holds onto you tighter, intentionally bothering you.

He also started attending every one of your shows. He usually only went to big ones where he was encouraged to make an appearance, but now he’d be sat at every one with a pamphlet, awaiting your walk. Eventually, he started collecting the little pamphlets they gave to him, including the first one from Fashion Week.

He was so easily entranced by your walk, your body, everything. People would catch his indifference turn to focus when you went on stage. The only thing that bothered him was the invasive questions from people desperate for a gossip story. “Sir, this is the longest relationship she has had, mind telling us your secret?” Or “We’ve heard rumors about her seeing other people, is that true?” He rolls his eyes, waving his hand dismissively. And if these people ask questions when you two are together, he nearly has to cover your mouth every time. You lacked a necessary amount of media training.

Regardless, Toji knew he had hit the jackpot. For once in his life.

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sukanasslvt · 3 days ago

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I’m afraid this made me insanely fucking wet. 💋

✰ cw; gun play, use of daddy, size kink

toji holds a gun to your head when he fucks you.

"eyes on me doll, wouldn’t want me to use this on ya would you?" he drawls, pressing the cold barrel of his loaded gun against your temple. sweat beads at your forehead and your eyelids grow heavier as you ride him for the fourth fucking time in a row. you're exhausted and fucked out by this point but he won't let you stop— and with a gun pressed to your head, you're not exactly willing to take that risk yourself.

why was his gun such an active participant in your sex? you didn’t actually know. but you what you did know, was that toji loved to fuck with you—loved to push and prod just to see how far he could take things with you. and to him, this was just another one of his twisted little mind games. he wanted to see what a pretty, innocent thing like you looked like when you came undone.

you let out a small yelp as he spanks the soft flesh of your ass, a sharp sting lingering in its wake. "ah- toji" you whine desperately, hoping he'll be merciful tonight and let you off after this round. wishful thinking.

"fuckin' whore, makin' daddy do all the work huh?" he snarls, tightening his bruising grip on your waist and pushing his hips up into you, practically splitting you open on his fat cock. toji is so fucking thick—despite this being the fourth time you're getting stretched out on his cock just tonight, it still fucking hurts.

"m-meanie" you utter, choking back a heavy sob. your thighs tremble around his, barely able to move another inch. and because of this, his patience with you has reached the end of the line. he's holding nothing back, fucking his cock up into you, rougher and deeper with each thrust—so deep that his fat tip hits your cervix, every. fucking. time.

toji chuckles deeply at your pathetic attempt at an insult. so cute. you flinch a little as he removes the gun from your temple and slowly drags it down the length of your body, passing over the sensitive skin on your nipples and pausing right below your belly button—right where the bulge of his thick length is visibly pressing from deep inside you.

"such a tight fuckin' pussy—fuck" he groans, dick throbbing with pleasure as he releases his warm seed inside of your tight, wet cunt again. you exhale shaky breaths, your aching hips just beginning to rise off his cock when the cold tip of his gun presses into the hollow of your neck, sending a jolt of fear through your entire body, locking you in place.

"i didn't fucking say we were done" he hissed, a rough hand pushing you back down on his cock. looks like the night was far from over for you.

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kentosovertime · 3 days ago

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𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔰 (adj.) light, translucent, and delicate

✨Masterlist | Tag List | Ask Box✨ ☽ toji blackmails shui's cute little girlfriend ☽ cw: noncon, cohersion, noncon filiming, explicit content

“What would he think, princess?” Toji’s tone drips with condescension as he backs you into a corner as the party’s music blasts in the background. His fingers move over his phone screen, as he coos down at you. “Would he call you a whore if he saw?”

Your eyes widen at the realization of what he’s placed in front of your face. You can still feel the ring of bruises that grace your hips and the sting at your scalp. His hands in the video grip meanly into the hair at the nape of your neck, guiding you back onto his bare cock. His cum already leaks from you as he works to pump more inside of you and you audibly mewl for more.

He had lied that night, luring you under the guise of showing you something he bought for Shui. The second he had you in that room alone, he bent you over the nearest surface… and you had let him.

“D-delete that.” Your innocent little voice rings through the space, stammering cutely as you try to sound stern. Your hand tries to snatch at the phone, shame flooding your system. Shui can’t see that, no matter what.

“Princess,” he chides, harshly grasping your wrist in mid air hauling you against his body. “Are you fuckin’ stupid?”

A noise of protest bubbles out of your throat before his large hand smothers your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe through your nose.

“You’re gonna let me do it again,” he starts, slipping the phone into his back pocket as he holds your mouth shut. “And we both know you’re gonna be just as tight and wet for me the second time.”

You squirm and press your thighs together. Tears spring to your eyes at how helpless you feel before they spill over onto his hand. You don’t want to want him to have his way with you, but your stomach flutters as his scarred lips quirks up at the corners.

“Betraying Shui like this…” he tsks at you as he bunches the hem of your frilly dress in his hands. “It’d be enough to make the man cry.”

You whine loudly from behind his hand as his fingers roughly push past the side of your panties, not waiting a second to work you up before his fingers spear your entrance. The messy squelching is enough to tell him how you really feel about what he’s doing to you.

“Someone’s gonna come investigate if you don’t shut the fuck up.” Toji growls meanly, his pace becoming extra rough so he can punish you for any slip up.

He doesn’t want his small window of time with your cute little pussy to be interrupted. He thinks its so fucking adorable how you fight back only to cum for him so easily minutes later.

He’s so fucking mean and it makes you suck him even deeper. His digits expertly thrum against your sweet spot, making your knees wobble as you teeter close to the edge. But with one loud moan he takes it all away, making you regret making a peep as he yanks his fingers from you.

“What did I tell ya?” He hisses and flips you, using your hips to spin you face first into the corner. Your face squishes against the hard plane of the cold wall.

“‘M sorry,” you pant, squirming out of his hold. And like the game he thinks this is you beg for him to let you go even as your center screams for the attention he’s giving you. “T-Toji-”

“Saying my name,” He grunts, opening his pants to line himself up with you, “won’t make me stop.”

Without warning, his hips jerk forward, filling you to the brim with his cock. You cry out in discomfort, the burn almost too much to handle as your nails claw into the drywall beneath you.

“Shui-!” You moan mockingly, pissed that he’s telling you what to do when he’s the one corrupting you like this.

A loud slap reverberates through the space. You yell out in pain before the heat spreads through you, making you clamp down on him. You pant, backing up into him to push him deeper.

“Fuckin’ brat,” he growls and digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, drilling into you with hard, fast thrusts, caring little about whether you finish or not. This is about him showing you who you belong to.

Your body jolts with each clap of his hips into your ass, your tears now staining your cheeks with how close his treatment has pulled you towards your orgasm.

“Oh f-fuck-” you whimper, rocking back into him readily and willingly as tremors overtake your body. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, the harsh treatment doing more than Shui’s gentle touch ever could.

“There it fuckin’ is.” He gloats, a smug chuckle filling the space between you. “Gonna send you back to him full of me.”

You sag against the wall as his thrusts turn syncopated, favoring the harsh battering of your cervix as he empties himself into you. As he stills, he pants in exertion, delivering another rough smack to your ass, effectively dismissing you.

“Go find your boy toy, princess. I’m sure he’s searching for you by now.”

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