#toji x fem reader x shiu

[tojipie]

content: gentleman! shiu x fem reader, asshole! toji x fem reader :((, smut, blowjobs, semi-public, soft n loving !, creampie, cunnilingus, vvv minimal degradation

1.1k words !

format was loosely inspired by this lovely jaw breaking scrumptious post written by the extra talented satocidal

the two men in your life were dual sides to a deliciously sinful scale, bringing two vastly different creeds to the bedroom. keep just one, and the scale shifts, leaving you unfulfilled. keep both, and watch as they balance in perfect equilibrium.

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shiu likes pretty things. soft, warm bodies he can bring home and toy with on his nights off. likes using his charm to break you in first, getting you all pliant for him before he fucks you. 

he always starts with his mouth, always. soft kisses melding into deep, sinful strokes over your tongue with his own, overloading every single one of your senses with something else that is so uniquely him. 

shiu is a sensual man, experienced well beyond words. the type to wine and dine. he takes pleasure out of pleasing you, growing hard in his dress pants as his tongue sends bolts of electricity down your spine and to your aching core.

he likes to surprise you sometimes, licking a stripe from just above your mound to below your navel, blowing over the wetness to watch you squirm at the temporary coldness before letting you settle down on your knees, a pillow wedged under your legs. 

he’s gentle as he guides his length into your mouth, whispering soft praises while his thumb strokes over the swell of your cheek, obstructed by the shape of his cock slipping in and out of your throat.

he wipes the tears from your eyes every time, pressing a kiss to each eyelid with mumbles of “aww can’t take it?” and “we’ll train that out of you, don’t worry.”

it doesn’t matter that you’re already drenched, leaking onto the pillow separating your body from the floor. he’ll make time to eat you out, every. single. time.

thick, wide strokes of his tongue over your heat gradually melt into soft, gentle sucks on your clit. you can't quite remember when he laced his hand with yours, the warm weight keeping you grounded while you paint the lower half of his face in slick.

“don’t cum yet,” he whispers, flicking his tongue back and forth over your hole. you nod despite the stars clouding your vision, hand squeezing his like a vice. you hike your knees up to your chest as he shucks his pants down the rest of the way, keening at the praise you get for catching on so quickly.

don’t cum, not because he doesn’t want to see it happen, but because he wants you to do it on his cock.

he’s a tease through and through, slapping the weight of his dick on your opening before he pushes in, basking in the way your face screws up with desire.

shiu’s kind, attentive, always knowing what you need before you can say it. long, sensual strokes push you towards your edge, two hands locked iron-tight around your waist to pull you down onto his cock.

you don’t need to warn him before you cum when he already knows, licking his thumb and rubbing quick circles into the swollen bud of your clit. sucking dark marks into the delicate skin of your neck as you convulse around him.

shiu was pure sensuality. the type to make your head spin. 

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toji, to put it bluntly, simply liked getting his dick wet.

what can he say? the man loves sluts. hard, fast, and filthy sex, that was his specialty. and you were no exception to his bruteness.

whenever, wherever. that was his motto.

and so it was no surprise that you’d found yourself shut away in the corner of the mall’s single-stall bathroom 10 minutes after closing time, hand cupped around your mouth to mask your sounds of pleasure.

“no one takes cock like you do angel,” he whispers, a large hand rubbing circles into your tummy.

the gesture is oddly comforting, though that doesn’t last long as soon as soon as his thrusts pick up, trapping you between his hulking form and the cool wood of the bathroom door.

you needed this, needed him to treat you the way he did to feel something, that rush of electricity that starts in the out of your stomach and makes your ears ring. you couldn’t only live off of princess treatment from your other beau, not when toji was here, in the flesh.

the sound of shuffling outside makes your blood run cold, a harsh knock rattling the hinges of the door.

“is someone in there?” a husky voice asks, jiggling the handle with a sigh.

“janitor,” you whisper, struggling to speak as he continues to pound into you, not faltering even once.

“so?” he sighs, hiking your leg up to get a deeper angle.

the spot he hits inside of you is blinding, the head of his cock nudging against pure ecstasy with every movement.

“alright i’m coming in,” the voice warns, the sound of keys forcing you into action.

your hands jut out to hold the door shut, wobbling on one leg with the other still in toji’s grip.

“nono i’m—mmhh—busy!” you call, face burning at the accidental slip.

“busy using the bathroom!” you add, as if it’ll sound more convincing. toji laughs into the crook of your neck, still using your body like a cocksleeve.

“slut,” he mutters. the sound of his palm coming down on your ass likely doesn't go unheard by the stranger.

the keys recede, and so does your grip on the door handle.

“you better be out in 5 minutes, you hear me?” 

“th—fuck, toji— thank you!”

you feel yourself being flipped around, both legs now in the air with your upper half supported against the door. the sound is anything but cautious, earning a raspy groan from the man holding you up.

“gonna fucking cum,” he whispers, face tucked into the curve of your neck. you reach down to rub your clit at his admission.

a few more thrusts are all you get before hot seed floods your inner walls, warmth spreading up your spine. you reach your high soon after, feeling him shudder while your cunt milks him for all he’s got.

“fuck,” he groans, pulling out of you after your high fades. firm hands reach to steady you as you quickly pull your panties up, smithing your dress back over your wobbly legs.

“gotta get out of here,” you mumble, watching him tuck himself back into his jeans. the two of you slip out into the empty corridor, searching for an exit hand-in-hand

“you’re such a good girl, you know that?” toji mumbles into your neck, leading you down the stairs to the parking garage. you wobble into the passenger seat of his car, watching him settle into the driver’s side.

there he goes again, that little sprinkle of affection in a sea of obscenity. 

“ugh, my legs are sore,” you mutter, kicking your feet up on the dash to text shiu and ask when you were meeting up next. you guess when it came down to it, you’d always need balance. 

[megumiluvv]

❥ includes: Toji x Shiu x fem!reader, car sex, spit roast position, competitiveness, choking, hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, might be self-indulgent (it always is)

Shiu and Toji have you laid out in the back of Shiu’s car, Toji’s bullying your walls and Shiu is focusing on stuffing your throat. Your moans barely make it past the grunts from the men and slaps of skin against skin. Shiu’s cigarette smoke fills the air, though the cigarette itself hangs forgotten in his mouth, ashes falling yet carefully missing your face.

Toji’s hips are relentless against yours. The way you squeeze around him has his eyes rolling back and hands grabbing your ass from the sheer pleasure you’re giving him.

“Fuuuuck, Shiu, she’s so tight, you should feel her,” Toji grunts out, smirking through a moan to his friend.

“And you should see this view, instead of grinning like a dumbass.” Shiu grabs at your hair and tugs you so he goes deeper down your throat. “Fuuuck, she looks so pretty, tears all down her face…”

You just choke and lock eyes with Shiu, whining against his dick as it reaches further down your poor throat, not to mention how Toji’s thrusts only push your head forward into Shiu.

“She tightens up so good over here when you’re too deep in her throat, Shiu, feels like she’s milking me,” Toji groans and pulls your hips back harder against his own.

“Don’t get too cocky, you should hear her pretty voice when I’m in your place, Toji.” Shiu combats with a particularly deep thrust that sends your body back into Toji’s.

The lack of air is making you dizzy. You’re between your two hookups friends while they both seem to compete over who’s making you feel the most. If they were to ask you, you’d have no idea what to answer because your mind is just so foggy and blank from anything other than how good they’re both making you feel.

You’ve cum so many times that you’ve lost count, and they just keep going. You have pretty tears just streaming down your face and onto Shiu’s dick as he continues to fuck your throat dumb. Toji’s no help either, he’s so big and so thick, he easily reaches that spot inside you and you can’t do anything but take them.

Your nails dig crescents into Shiu’s thighs as he just keeps pummeling down your throat, you know he’s close. The way his fingers grip your hair just a little bit tighter, the way he tugs your head to take him just a little bit deeper, the way he stops his banter with Toji and now only lets out husky breaths, you can practically taste his seed moments before it comes out.

He cums with a grunt and heavy thrusts into your face, not stopping until he’s just a little overstimulated, giving you all of his seed. Toji cums soon after, hips stilling after a particularly deep thrust, painting your warm, velvety walls white. Shiu pulls away and lets you breathe, your gasps of air filling the car while the two men come down from their highs.

Shiu pulls up his pants and fixes his belt, lighting himself a new cigarette and getting to the driver’s seat. Toji doesn’t bother and just sits you on his lap in the back seat, rubbing your sides soothingly while the other man drives to your home. You can tell they plan to do this again.

Masterlist

[itsafairytalekay]

𝙋𝙏. 𝙏𝙒𝙊, 𝙄 𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝙔𝙊𝙐!

Desc: They apologize (kinda too much)

Characters: Gojo, Geto, Toji, Shiu, Choso!

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Profanity.

Part 1 | Part 2

Comments are appreciated! (⁠⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠⁠)

[xhyjin]

next door neighbour dilftoji! who, ever since his late wife died shortly after the birth of their only son, megumi, had fallen into bad habits of gambling, drinking, and smoking. he was anything but a good or present father, leaving his son on the front steps of the zen’in clan headquarters. as much as he pretended he wasn’t grieving, he was, and everyone could easily tell. it wasn’t until one day, when he saw his late wife in a dream, telling him to get her son back—to be a father, the man she once knew—that he instantly sobers up and takes his son back from the hands of the clan.

next door neighbour dilftoji! who decided that if he wanted to start anew, he would have to change his surroundings. everything around him reminded him of his late wife, and as much as he loved her, she was holding him back. he spoke to his friend and former handler, shiu kong, about neighborhoods that would be good for a peculiar child like megumi and a place where he could start fresh with no reminders of the past. shiu recommended his own neighborhood—where you just so happened to live.

next door neighbour dilftoji! he moved into your quiet neighborhood with anything but quiet. his voice—loud and commanding—echoed as he yelled at the movers to handle fragile items with more care, all while keeping his son from darting in front of them. it was 7 in the morning when you first heard the noise: his voice, the trucks backing in, the hustle of the move. without even meeting him, you already found yourself annoyed.

you stumbled out of your house, robe loosely hanging around you and your hair a mess from a restless morning disturbed by the commotion. standing on your front steps, you watched the chaos unfold next door, trying to spot the source of that deep, gruff voice. as soon as your eyes landed on him, he locked eyes with you. you shook your head, muttering under your breath, and turned to walk back inside.

next door neighbour dilftoji! after a few hours of getting everything safely into his house, toji decided he would make a good first impression with his new neighbors. he was starting a new life, so even if baking cookies and bringing them to a neighbor was something he’d never normally do, it didn’t matter—because that toji was gone. this was the new toji, a man willing to take risks and leave behind regret.

he had already forgotten your brief moment of eye contact that morning, so when you opened your front door mid-phone call, you weren’t expecting to find him and his son standing there with a box of cookies. the smell was unmistakably fresh, lingering sweetly in the air.

“hi,” toji said, attempting a polite smile that contrasted sharply with his scarred lip and imposing, muscular frame. “my name’s toji fushiguro. this is my son, megumi. we just moved in next door and wanted to introduce ourselves.”

you stared at him in silence for a moment, stunned. you hadn’t expected your loud, irritating neighbor to look so… handsome. and muscular. you’d barely seen him earlier that morning.

“i’m going to have to call you back,” you said, lowering your phone. finally, you replied, “uh, it’s nice to meet you. i’m y/n.” your eyes fell to the box in his hands. “is that for me?”

“oh, yeah,” he replied, glancing briefly at megumi before handing the box to you. “me and megumi baked cookies for you.”

next door neighbour dilftoji! who ever since his brief interaction with you, toji found himself growing more curious about you as each day passed. he noticed you had a job, seeing you leave early in the morning while he was helping megumi into the car for school, and return later in the evening when he sat on the porch, watching megumi play with the neighbourhood kids, yuji and nobara.

next door neighbour dilftoji! who runs into you at the grocery store. megumi sat quietly in the cart while toji stood in the produce aisle, holding a bunch of bananas in one hand and strawberries in the other, debating which to buy. he didn’t even notice you until you cleared your throat.

“hi, toji,” you said shyly, giving him a small smile.

“hi, y/n,” he replied, surprised but glad to see you.

“tough choice?” you teased, glancing at the fruit in his hands.

“yeah,” he admitted with a small chuckle.

“i’d go with bananas. if they go bad, you can always make banana bread,” you suggested, making him laugh.

“good thinking,” he said, placing the bananas in the cart with megumi. from that moment, the rest of the grocery errand turned into something unexpected. the two of you wandered the aisles together, chatting and getting to know more about each other. toji found himself smiling more than he had in a long time, and by the time you both reached checkout, he realized he wouldn’t mind running into you like this more often.

next door neighbour dilftoji! who feels so bad when he has to ask you to babysit megumi on your one day off from work. something unexpected had come up, and he needed to return to the city but couldn’t leave megumi alone. knocking on your door, he stood there with megumi beside him.

when you opened the door, you didn’t expect to see him. “toji, hi,” you said, glancing between him and megumi. “what’s going on?”

“y/n, i’m so sorry. i know this is your day off, but something came up, and i need to get back to the city. i couldn’t find a babysitter last minute. could you please watch megumi? i promise he’s a good kid���no trouble at all,” he said, his tone almost pleading.

“yeah, sure,” you replied without hesitation, opening the door wider for them to step inside.

“i’ll be back early morning,” toji assured you. you nodded. “do you want my phone number?” his expression shifted, almost surprised. “yeah, that’s a good idea,” he said, handing you his phone.before leaving, toji crouched to megumi’s level. “don’t misbehave, alright? i’ll be back for you.” after giving megumi a quick pat on the head and thanking you again, he headed out the door.

next door neighbour dilftoji! who kept true to his word and returned early the next morning, flowers in hand. when you opened the door, still half-asleep, you greeted him with a tired, “hi, toji,” rubbing your eye with one hand.

“hey there, doll,” he said, the nickname slipping out before he quickly cleared his throat. “uh, can i come in?”

you didn’t seem to notice the slip-up and stepped aside to let him in. “megumi’s still sleeping,” you said, your gaze finally landing on the bouquet in his hand. “are those for me?”

he smiled, nodding as he handed you the flowers. “yeah, to thank you for being there for me.”

you took them, a soft blush creeping onto your cheeks. “they’re beautiful,” you murmured, leaning in to smell them.

“i didn’t know which were your favorite,” he admitted, “so i picked the ones i thought were the most beautiful… almost as beautiful as you.”

you froze for a moment, cheeks heating up further as you glanced down at yourself—disheveled hair, wrinkled pajamas, and all. “beautiful? me?”

“yes, beautiful,” he said with a chuckle.

“hope the kid wasn’t too much trouble,” he added, changing the subject.

“no, he’s a good kid—very sweet and polite,” you assured him, toji nodding in agreement.

he hesitated for a moment before speaking. “listen, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“yeah?” you asked, placing the flowers down and filling a vase with water.

“i want to properly thank you for this. do you maybe want to go on a date?”

you looked up at him, wide-eyed. “a date?”

“yeah, i mean… if you want to,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically nervous.

your lips curved into a small smile. “i’d love to, toji.”

his face lit up. “great. are you free thursday?”

you nodded, and his grin grew wider. “a date on thursday with the most beautiful girl in the world,” he said, making your heart flutter.

[ramonathinks]

your dad always mentioning his best friend — you’re always hearing stories about him yet he’s never around. you only ever seen the back of his head in photos, and honestly you can barely even remember his name.

so when you’re back from university during the summer and your dad says in passing that his best friend is finally coming down to see him, you don’t think to much of it. just finally glad you’re able to meet the man who your dad is always raving about.

but being back home and away from school, you finally feel a bit more free. you invite a few friends out to a local club, waiting to look cute and just get some drinks.

you weren’t expecting a handsome stranger to be so taken with you. he buys you a drink, he offers you a dance, you can feel just how hard he is against your backside but he doesn’t care. “i want to be a gentleman and not fuck you in the bathroom…” as he speaks the dress you’re wearing is pulled up your hips, the club dimly lit and you can only feel his strong hands trailing up and down your thighs. “but i can hardly hold on any longer. you’re such a beautiful woman, you know that?”

“so i must ask if i can take you to where im saying tonight?” his fingers circle around your panty clothed clit and you squirm, nodding.

the hotel he stays at is only a block away, the walk is almost unbearable with his hot gaze and his hand on the small of your back.

a good look under the bedroom light and you get even wetter, his older handsome face under your dress when he sits you on the bed.

he’s sloppy with it. wetness coating your thighs as he slurps up the wetness you let out. he plays with your clit using his mouth to suck and lick trails up, drawing circles all over. muttering: “sticky little thing.” you try not to squirm to move but you reach down to tug at his hair as he shakes his hand to get more of your juices to coat his face. your thighs shake but he stops: “want you cumin’ on my cock, got that pretty?”

his cock splits you open, you arch your back and move back, he just laughs: “you can take it, cmon.” and even whispers more dirty things in your ear: “cmon baby, this pussy is weeping, don’t you want her to stop crying?”

you stay up all night as he makes you take him over and over again until he can fit himself all the way in. the long drags of his thick cock overwhelming you, your toes curl and when a tear falls from your eyes he makes sure to lick it up, you can’t believe this man is so filthy.

when the morning time comes you hear him on the phone, muttering or rather trying to be a gentleman to let you sleep in. he leaves you a bit of money with a note saying not to think of it as anything, he owes you for making you stay up all night.

you don’t expect to see him again. especially at home, hugging your dear old dad. you don’t expect him to look at you with the same amount as want and need as last night as you shake his hand.

even when breakfast is over, he helps you wash the dishes, saying he wants to get to know you better or so he tells your dad — his best friend. but instead he’s talking to you: “what are we going to do, hm? we can’t tell him, your dad would kill me.”

“my dad would kill both of us. you’re his best friend—”

“and you’re his precious daughter.” his eyes darken as he looks you over, even with you just wearing a tee shirt and jeans he still was packing a hard on. “he can forgive you, he won’t forgive me. im the adult here.”

“im twenty three, im an adult!” you try to argue.

“half my age, i shouldn’t have been been so careless.” he mutters, thinking to himself. “reckless. let’s just make that a one time thing, okay? look at me.”

your body burns in embarrassment as you look up at him, biting your lip and twirling your hair. you liked the way he looked at you, soft warming and inviting eyes.

he says it’s a one time thing until he’s putting his number in your phone. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s fucking you a few times before he leaves. he says it’s a one time thing until he’s taking you on dinners. he says it’s a one time thing even when he’s three months deep into the summer.

he says it’s a one time thing the entirety of his stay and when you’re back on campus, getting ready to sign a lease to a lonely apartment. you realize it’s not a one time thing when he’s pulling up and quickly telling the landlords nevermind for you and he’s giving you keys to a shared place.

“just don’t tell your dad, okay?” he winks.

SHIU KONG, TOJI, MIGUEL, GHOST, KÖNIG

BANNERS BY @/cafekitsune

[9toji]

MDNI / 18+ — threesome, blowjob, doggystyle position, fem! reader, toji shares you with his new friend

“good things are supposed ta be shared, hun.” toji huffs against your ear, his breath was tickling your skin. he was looking up at someone, someone else who was keeping you busy. shiu kong groaned, head thrown back in an attempt to stifle his growing pleasure. cock fitted into your mouth, twitching every few seconds that you moaned against it.

your mind was blank and cloudy, the only thing keepin' you sane was the two thick cocks stuffed down either side of you, one in your cunt and one in your mouth. it was toji's idea, to share his precious girlfriend with his “acquaintance” as he called shiu. and here you are, servicing an unfamiliar man with your mouth.

toji greedily had his heavy arm wrapped around your waist, knees weak from being on all fours so your boyfriend assisted you by pulling you up, taking you out of your daze with a chuckle, “suck on him properly baby, you're a good girl right?” toji hums, gripping your hair with his free hand and tugging on it with a satisfied groan, his cock silkily rubbing against your walls that squeezed him in, “you're a whore.. ain't ya? shiu kong, whaddya think of her?"

the man in front of you tiredly chuckles, a hand placed on the rest of your head that wasn't occupied by toji's grip. “she is, sucks so well too.” shiu kong hums, sleazily watching you take his cock and sucking it with glee, closing his eyes once more till he feels your cheeks hollow.

and after a few more languid licks to his twitching dick, shiu groans before dumping his load into your mouth. a shaking hand pushing your head further, “don't spill, don't want it to go to waste.” he huffs tiredly, soon watching toji take his sweet time with you, slow but rough thrusts into you.

it was so intimate, as though there wasn't a third party, a third party eager to switch sides and to try your cunt too. “bragged about your cunt baby, now look at him wanting to have a taste..” toji rolls his eyes indignantly, holding you with an almost possesive grip to your torso. “gonna let him borrow my baby's cunt, that okay with you pretty thing?” and when you mindlessly nod, alongwith a leaky grin, toji groans.

his cock getting milked when your walls close in on him, toji pulls out with a sigh and prompts shiu to get a little closer, “your turn, take care of her well.” and with a confused look on your face, you watch as toji stands in front of you, leaky cock invading your mouth, with rough and unfamiliar hands gripping your waist, and an animalistic growl that might've just been from your visitor, shiu kong. toji grins down at you, “gonna share you one more time baby, promise."

[0hmyg0th]

#𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍★ ( filler content )

╰┈➤ jjk men who got you creamin’ on theirs dick﹒⪩⪨﹒

he completely obliterated your pussy. the creamy white substance coated the whole base of his cock and with the relentless pounding that made his balls slap against your overstimulated pussy; drip. drip. drip. his cum and yours dripped onto your leg and onto the already stained sheets, it was safe to say he was going ballistic. and it seems like he’s going round for round tonight.

⸻ GOJO. satoru ﹒⪩⪨﹒ Toji. fushiguro ﹒⪩⪨﹒ RYOMEN. sukuna ﹒⪩⪨﹒ choso ﹒⪩⪨﹒ KENTO. nanami ﹒⪩⪨﹒ aoi todo ( todo would be clapping ur cheeks in doggy style lets be fr ) ﹒⪩⪨﹒TAKUMA. ino ﹒⪩⪨﹒ hiromi. higuruma ﹒⪩⪨﹒ GETO. Suguru ( almost forgot about his ass ) ﹒⪩⪨﹒ mahito ( yeah I said it 🙄) ﹒⪩⪨﹒ Shiu. kong ( him and toji would tag team fr ) & anybody else I forgot to mention!

☄. *. ⋆ authors note: I saw a nastyyy video on twitter which made think of this 😝

✎ main mlist ﹒⪩⪨﹒comments and rebogging is appreciated but not required :) ﹒⪩⪨﹒ leave requests for jjk charcters if you want more!

[sugudoe]

➥ ──── THE OTHERS ‼️ OUCH. . . ღ

shoko ieiri is a med student and long time friend of gojo and geto. she is the one that instigated satoru to create mib, thinking it was just a funny and stupid idea, and was surprised when he actually went along with it. although not a member, shoko is a very special someone to all the boys, there is a room only for her, but she still rather be in the college dorms. she is close to nanami, they study together in coffee shops, and sukuna, since she started to take care of his bruises after the fights. many mib’s fans are jealous of her and send a lot of hate, but shoko is not bothered by them, instead she had her instagram turned private and charges 10 dollars for anyone that wants exclusive pictures of the boys. the fire picture is gojo and shiu, and the bras are ino and nanami.

inumaki toge is yn’s younger brother. they love each other very much, but they barely interact on campus, still yn loves to walk past him and shuffle his hair, and toge likes to slap her neck softly. first time he did this, hakari almost beat him, now they are really good friends. toge is a programming student, but his passion is playing games, he helped his sister get her set up to play the sims because yn bough his, much more expensive and he is scared of asking where did the money come from. he started dating okkotsu yuta recently but rather not expose much, fearing it might make his sister sad that he is dating while she is single. if she ever finds out, he will mock her, so he has been softly launching yuta.

okkotsu yuta is a biomedicine student, he uses his instagram to post pictures he took with the old camera he thrifted some years ago, people really like his photos and vintage style. he has a calm vibe, but in reality yuta is nearly crawling the walls with his anxiety for anything, specially a new year beginning. luckily for him, yuta has friends that love him and a boyfriend that calms him down. he loves the beach, to make poems and to go on dates with toge, just the two of them and yuta gets happy right away.

yaga kumia, also nicknamed panda by everyone because of his obsession with the animal since a baby (he had a sweater he used everyday when he was five) is the son of jujutsu tech’s principal, yaga masamichi. he studies mass communication, and all his friends says that is because he is a gossiper and a talkative asshole. still — he is a fucking legend. gojo plans on having him becoming a mib’s member, but panda’s dad would interrupt it right away. the boy has no self control or filter, he does what he likes if he feel like it, he got into his group of friends because of maki, toge and yuta, who he has met a year prior and thought they were nice. most people want to be close to him because of his dad, so he is very hard to actually get approached to. still, he also wants to be a part of mib, just need to find the right time.

zen’in maki is the younger cousin of toji, she studies biomedicine with yuta, and wants to work making lotion and healing creams for burned victims, like herself. when she was younger, her house burned down, and maki saved her twin at the cost of scars on her whole body. at first she used to hide them with baggy clothes, but nowadays she doesn’t mind and if anyone stares, her girlfriend will bark at them. maki is very laid back, still, she is a very awkward person, making random comments and acting weird. she made her move on nobara by telling her facts of history and serial killers, also flexing her muscles nonchalant, and nobara matched her with what she knew of fashion. two weird babies sharing half a brain.

nobara kugisaki is the goat. anywhere she goes, all eyes go straight to her. being a fashion student was predestined for her, everyone could sense that a mile away. she has lived in japan her whole life, going to high school with yuji and megumi, and she will refuse to admit she was third wheeling every hangout. yuji is and always will be her test subject, he lets her dye his hair to match hers and do his nails and colorful eyeliners. she calls herself his sister, and sukuna rolls his eyes at that every time, but him and choso know for a fact she is their little sister as well. kugisaki is obsessed with her senior, kirara, and whenever they share classes or a conversation the girl melts, kira thinks she is adorable. nobara is a hard kpop girl, and obsessed with NCT and StrayKids. she saw maki once and thought “that’s mine” and she accomplished her mission in less than a week.

gojo megumi is the younger adopted brother of satoru, they might not look alike physically, but the longer in their presence the more they start to become the same person, and megumi pretends he hates that. he likes to hide himself whenever his brother is near, while itadori and nobara will call satoru’s attention to him. megumi studies business administration like his brother, because one day he is going to own half of gojo’s enterprise. his favorite hobbies are staying in bed with yuji (his not yet boyfriend), his dogs and any classical book. the arm cast photo is a drawing he made when itadori broke his arm, megumi is very talented with art. he had to priv his account because mib’s fans were sending him a lot of messages and it was annoying.

itadori yuji studies physical education, he is a basketball player and has been for many years now. the boy is the biggest fan of megan thee stallion, and yes he fought nobara for that spot. besides that he also adores miles morales, watch horror movies and to go out every weekend. he begged megumi for the matching cats icon, and it’s a lie that meg monitors his instagram, still, the boy doesn’t complain to have itadori’s passwords. he was very happy that nobara started to date maki and the friend group merged, because he wanted to be friends with panda and toge for a very long time. cutie. he is apparently the only friend yorozu has, but she can get really annoying when her talk subjects always go to his brothers and their friends.

orimoto yorozu is a sound engineer student, she met yuji because they share a few classes together and when she learned of his family, she glued to his side. yorozu mostly keeps to herself unless she wants something from someone (like when she tried to flirt with panda because they were the single ones of the group, and he rejected her after the first date), so she doesn’t mind when the group forgets to call her for some hangout or party, much rather staying at home on social media. she has been following some people from college on their instagram and twitter, and changing her style every two weeks. she is very cute looking, but there has always been something off about her. still, no one but nobara dares to admit it.

. ֺ﹢ a. note: this is me begging y’all to not pay attention to panda’s name, it’s kuma (bear in japanese) but written differently, eugh. like the others, this pictures are just for reference, except for nobara, that’s my canon kugisaki. starting to realize i did this whole thing for characters that aren’t that important… yet… AND yorozu is based on the bad looking bitch yorozu + rika, took two evil queenies and made a weirdo, gotta love it.

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[yukizme]

gin and wine . . . !

WELCOME TO SUNFLOWER SQUARE !

THIS IS THE RECEPTION ! it wasn't exactly easy running a flower shop, especially not when the girl who owned the tattoo studio right below your unit was determined to steal your customers with bows in her hair and that sweet smile stitched to her face. no, it wasn't easy running a flower shop, especially not when your nephew kept sending her free bouquets and you didn't understand why you were mad — because your business was slowly tipping towards a loss due to this free bouquet giving thing or because it wasn't you giving her the flowers.

proceed with caution ! — warnings will be added at the beginning to each chapter! still, your media consumption is entirely your responsibility.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ OH BABY, I THNK I'M IN LOVE ⭑.ᐟ

PLEASE WAIT IN THE LOBBY !

meet the residents. from the gramophone. i'm so thorny. super freak tattoo shop. the social media feed.

MEET THE LOVERS ! OH UH ! ERROR 404 ! MEET THE ENEMIES !

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WAIT FOR THE ELEVATOR !

18 . . . 15 . . . 11 . . . 7 . . . 4 . . . 1 . . . ! THIS IS THE LOWER GROUND FLOOR !

upper ground floor !

first floor !

second floor !

. . . the elevator is under maintenance !

⋆⭒˚.⋆ I'M GROWING THESE FLOWERS INSIDE OF MY HEART ⭑.ᐟ

©yukizme

[decayingxskull]

┃𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶’𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

warnings. 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥(𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐆𝐍!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

@decayingxskull - sorry this is short:(

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You got home from dropping off Megumi at Yuji’s house for a sleepover. You look up to see your grown ass boyfriend in the living room with your pink lawn chair, console controller in his hand as his phone is on his shoulder, Shiu’s voice heard from it.

You let out the biggest sigh from the sight before you… “Trying to find a new addiction instead of gambling or what?”

You spoke up, throwing your sweater onto the arm of the couch. Toji mumbled something in response, not even looking at you, his eyes glued to the screen.

“Hey I’m talking to you.” You flicked him, that making him look at you with a slightly annoyed face but then giving your lips a peck as a ‘hello.’

You smiled, “Hi Shiu.” You spoke out to the phone, receiving a ‘hi’ back from him.

“Where did you go? I come back home and you were gone.” Toji said, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“Well if you had read my texts, then you would’ve saw that I was dropping off your son at his friend’s house for a sleepover.” You chuckled, watching him lose to Shiu.

“Oh yea that’s cool.” Toji said, his words making you roll your eyes as he wasn’t even listening to you.

You continue to watch him, walking to the kitchen to grab a water bottle for the both of you.

As you walked back, there was someone new on the call, but you didn’t bother asking since now Toji was busy with two people beating him. You laughed as he wasn’t doing the best, laughing harder each time Toji jokingly told you to ‘shut up,’ with a small whine in his voice.

“Maybe you should take a break.” You chuckled.

“No! I’m going to win this time!!”

“You also said that when you gambled.” You and Shiu started laughing hard.

Toji scoffed and rolled his eyes, determined to win. You saw his frustration and an idea popped into your head, the corners of your lips curving to form into a smirk.

You walked in front of him, his head moving to different sides of you to try and see the TV. You rolled your eyes as you kneeled down in front of him and crawled closer to him, putting a hand on his knee.

Toji looked at you, was going to say something but then he started to die again and needed to lock in. So with him distracted, you undid his drawstring to his grey sweatpants.

Toji looked down once more, smirking as he let you continue. You smiled at him as you continued slightly pulling his sweats and boxers down past his mid thigh.

His cock sprung out, only semi hard since he was more focused on the game. That didn’t stop you though, you wrapped your small fingers around his thick dick as you slowly put your lips around his tip.

You paid no attention to him, removing your mouth as you moved your face to the base of his dick; licking a stripe up back to his tip as a way to tease him. Toji let out a subtle shaky breath, trying his hardest to focus on the game.

As you stopped teasing him, head now bobbing up and down, you noticed Toji wasn’t talking to his two friends as much. He continued playing, but he was quiet, the two of his friends were chatting away though. You mentally snickered at the reaction you were giving him and that he couldn’t do anything about it because he wanted to win at least once in his game.

You sped up your pace, stifling any gagging noises and using your hand for the area your mouth couldn’t reach.

Toji shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he was breathing heavy but still quiet enough where his friends couldn’t hear. A hand of his trailed down to your hair, gripping it tightly as a way to cope with the fact that he couldn’t make a sound.

Him gripping your hair, made your eyes shift up towards him, seeing his adams apple bob from the breaths he let out.

“Toji? Are ya there?” Shiu called out making Toji snap back into reality and chose the character he was going to play as.

“S-Sorry, I was lost in a t-train of thought.” He wanted to kill himself for stuttering.

“You doing alright?” Shiu asked.

“Yea,” he inhaled sharply, “Why do you ask?”

“No reason.”

They started their, what seemed like 50th round, this caused you to smirk, realizing that Toji couldn’t stop midway to do anything.

Your tongue moved so skillfully against his cock. The pleasure of your slick cheeks around him moving up and down, your tongue stuck swirling around his tip, your hand jerking off the parts your tiny mouth couldn’t fit around. Toji’s hand movements were stuttering, his character fighting very little, making his two friends able to beat him easily.

“Damn Toji you really do suck at his.” Shiu spoke up, laughing with his other friend.

Toji let out a soft laugh, eyes threatening to close to focus on the pleasure he was receiving.

He looked down at you, eyes half lidded. He thought he could last longer since his mind needed to multitask, but once your eyes looked back up at him, he couldn’t hold what he didn’t realize he was holding.

His thighs flexed, toes curling, head thrown back, and teeth clenched as warm liquid filled up your mouth.

This caught you off guard but you allowed it to happen, some of his cum spilling out of the corner of your mouth as too much came out.

You removed your mouth, still not swallowing and making sure you made eye contact with him. He looked at you confused but then choked on his silva as you lolled out your tongue.

His body felt warm as he saw his own white cum, practically repainting your pink tongue. You then closed your mouth as you swallowed it with an innocent smile.

God you were just so attractive to him.

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𝐇𝐈! 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭:( 𝐈’𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲!! 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝:)

[torawro]

cw ━━ ! minors, ageless and blank blogs DO NOT INTERACT. this is a toji-centric fic (exclusively from his pov with third person narration) so it doesn’t truly have a reader, but the “woman” often being mentioned throughout is afab. loosely based on chapter 75 of the manga. contains heavy (ish) angst + and descriptions of angst. contains nsfw and descriptions of explicit scenarios, including penetrative sex (reflecting on it already happening) and masturbation (m. receiving, mentions of dried cum). metaphorical (sort of??) depictions of dark themes (i.e., nonexistent “voices”, bad coping skills, toji’s deep emotional and mental trauma, hints of dissociation, etc.). toji is emotionally stunted n constipated and therefore kinda rude. i’m trying to depict him as realistically as possible. lmk if i missed something ♡.

word count ━━ ! 2.0k

notes ━━ ! i posted this fic last night but i am reposting because it wasn’t showing up in the tags (sobs loudly) so i'm sorry for tagging everyone again. i hope you all enjoy this though. wanted highlight an important aspect of toji's life (after mamaguro's death) in a different way bc a lot of the fandom glosses it over w/ jokes. they can be funny or whatever but what this man has been through is actually sad and must have been difficult. since gege refuses to give more backstory on him, i wanted to try and verbalize a more somber, realistic version of toji and dissect him a bit. hopefully i did well characterizing him in this context. reblogs and commentary are very much appreciated!!!!

TOJI'S RAGGED BREATHS SOON evened out after a few minutes. His strong, scarred chest resumed its normal pattern and pacing of its rises and falls. The tail end of his constrained groans of pleasure and expletives lingered in the air along with the stuffy aroma of sex.

With his head resting against the headboard of this woman's bed━ a woman whose name briefly escaped from his mind━ and his increasingly soft cock resting in his callous palms, Toji's eyes slowly pried themselves open and were motionlessly glued to the white ceiling.

He laid there in that position, unmoving, for at least five minutes. Silence swallowed up the space of the room, except for the distant sound of a shower running directly across the hall.

At present, all Toji had the energy for was to breathe and blink. He didn't even move to immediately rid himself of his own ropes of cum that were beginning to harden in his hand in spots on his inner thighs.

Like a spark of static electricity giving him a miniscule jolt of energy, Toji found it within himself to drag his dark, jade irises over to the bedroom door that was slightly ajar, and stared at it as he listened to the water from the showerhead rain on the woman bathing herself.

The events of the last couple of hours replayed throughout his mind's eye as he blankly stared at the entryway. He thought about how he met the woman at one of the establishments he preferred to gamble his money at and how her sugary smile sweetened his silver tongue. He pondered over how he somehow persuaded her to take him back to her very nice apartment, and how he in return gained a place to lay low and rest for the next week or so, by coaxing her with his words and his well-endowed cock.

A gruff, sardonic chuckle fell from his parted lips when he then started thinking about the intercourse he engaged in with this woman. Despite how good it was, despite how her cunt squeezed and fluttered around him, at the end of it all, he still had to resort to pumping his own length like a touch deprived teenager just to obtain that release that's been building up over the last few hours.

Mentally shaking away the lethargy that plagued every square inch of his brain and body, the former Zen'in lifted his head and directed his vision at his bare lap and the sheets that pooled around his knees. Allowing his head fall forward a bit, his inky black hair acted as curtains to conceal his scarred face━ and the other thoughts that lurked in the shadows of his mind that threatened to reveal themselves on his countenance.

If this is what post-nut clarity truly felt like, Toji would have preferred to remain in the state of blissful ignorance and perpetual 'arousal' forever.

He's never felt so blinded by his reality than he did in this moment.

As he thought over this, dark tendrils of smoke rose and slithered out from his repressed memories, suffocating his consciousness like a python squeezing the life out of its prey. He ignored the sensation and its whispers that told him that that wasn't true. He lent a deaf ear to its reminders that he had always been cognizant.

Toji had always been painfully aware of his feelings and the realities that were constantly handed to him. The reality of the life he ran away from, the reality that crumbled away and died with his wife, and of the fucking pathetic reality that stared at him in the face in the form of his dried seed and some stranger's bed. Deep down he unfortunately remembered and was aware of everything. He only became increasingly more conscious, as the months and years toiled by, that he didn't want to be. It was less of a pain that way.

But goddamn it, sometimes his mind was too sharp for its own good, his thoughts strayed too far that it would pierce his very heart and soul.

Toji's vacant gaze was no longer trained on his hands, but more like past them━ into the metaphysical void of space itself, and he was dragged deeper into thoughts he didn't like to revisit or linger on. Everything around him seemed to become muffled and faded into nonexistence.

Toji had previously believed that he didn't care how he lived anymore, as long as he got paid what he was owed and someone didn't try to assassinate him as he slept, then everything else was fine. He believed that going through life like this was no big deal, that this ephemeral living situation didn't bother him. He again ignored the tendrils that reminded him that it did.

A grimace of contempt formed on his face when he subconsciously compared his current behavior of jumping from woman to woman to that of some kind of male prostitute. It shouldn't have bothered him, really━ wasn't like he put a gun to any of their heads or something. It was their problem if they wanted to spread their legs for him, and he enjoyed sex, relatively free meals and some extra spending cash here and there. None of that was supposed to tug uncomfortably at his soul but it did.

And it made sense that it did, when memories of his late wife still flashed in his mind from time to time━ like at this very moment, for example. She appeared whenever his eyes fluttered shut for too long or when he was pulled so far underneath the surface of his own thoughts. Strangely enough, this wasn't exclusive to after having sex with another woman or mindless masturbating.

He was supposed to have gotten rid of that stupid self-respect, this dignity and its adjacent shame, that still lingered in the back of his chest.

He promised himself that he wouldn't live by such standards of pride anymore. He hasn't for a long time, and has been doing well but. . . . but why did the specters of doubt still haunt him so? Hasn't he suffered enough? Those remnants and emotions of an existence that slipped through the cracks and fell into the abyss, shouldn't be able to reach him all the way up here.

But they did.

Toji wasn't as foreign to doubt, to shame, to pride & to self-respect as he thought he was. He'd just been fooling himself. He had always been very persuasive.

None of those things had ever done him any good anyway. All they did was remind him that he was still human.

A useless sentiment. One that no longer mattered.

He shifted his head to the right, gaze hooded before he briefly closed his eyes━ as if he were trying to avert his attention away from something disturbing━ in a feeble attempt to extinguish the wispy embers of his thoughts and ignore its voice.

But Toji’s soul would always smolder with rejection, a characteristic of his that was so deeply ingrained into the fabric of his existence, it wouldn't dissipate no matter how much he wanted it to. His acceptance or refusal of this notion would always be apart of him━ it would always define who he was, whether he welcomed it or not.

But he didn’t care. Caring would make him feel, and reflect and remember too much, and he wasn't really itching to do any of those things anymore.

He only opened his eyes again by a few centimeters, his long dark lashes nearly obscuring his vision completely. His broad shoulders faintly slumped forward, and the fist he didn’t know was clenched into a fist relaxed itself. Like everything else, he ignored the dull ache his short finger nails caused, creating crescent shaped marks on his hand.

The large man hadn't realized the woman was finished with her shower until his ears picked up the sound of her feet on the hardwood floor. The padding noise that steadily increased in volume was enough to break Toji free of his torpid stupor, allowing him to swing his legs over the bed and finally stand up.

Stretching out his limbs and rolling his shoulders, his muscles flexed and shifted across the wide planes of his marred but statuesque body.

As he began looking around for his shirt and boxers, his phone vibrated on the bedside table. Toji picked up and answered without even bothering to check who it was, because there were only two people that had this particular number. And one of those people had an unfortunate "accident” during a previous job.

“What is it?” he answered, slightly startling himself with his own voice; it didn’t quite sound like it came from his mouth. It seemed a little raspier, rougher around the edges, and deeper than usual, like he hasn't spoken in long time.

“Now is that any way to greet the person who so generously hands you on a silver platter?” Shiu Kong’s equally deep but honey-smooth voice reverberated in Toji’s ear.

Toji’s eye roll was practically audible as Shiu chuckled mirthfully on the other line, already imagining the look on his client’s face.

Without having to turn around, he sensed the presence of the woman he was currently “staying” with enter the room. He couldn’t even be bothered to acknowledge her wrapping her arms around him from behind and kissing his upper back before floating off to her vanity and closet, which sat on the other side of the room closer to the door.

Still, even though he wasn’t next to her, Toji knew he couldn’t speak as freely as he would of liked now, which irritated him.

“Do you have something for me or not?”

“I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t.”

After listening to what Shiu had to say, and agreeing to confirm the meeting spot via text, the phone call between them ended as swiftly as it started. Toji sighed.

Another job.

Another chance to earn money.

And although he didn’t wholly or immediately admit it to himself, it was his new distraction, and another chance to reject the wretched society that birthed him.

Toji had unknowingly zoned out trying not to think too hard about this, before the woman’s voice regained his attention by cutting through the air like a knife on a chopping board.

“Did you hear me? I was just asking who that was? . . . . Are you okay?”

The raven haired man remained still for a moment before directing his stare at the woman. He was nearly staring down his nose at her, confusion, concern and light curiosity laced in her own eyes.

The silence carried on for what felt like ages, Toji’s mostly unreadable but still intimidating expression scalded the space in between them.

But, as if his thoughts and whatever emotions it mirrored were never there to begin with, the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, and the scar that stretched across his lips curved with them in tandem. His smirk looked disarming— maybe even harmless, but something about it felt cold and wolfish, as if it weren’t genuine.

“I’m really sorry if this comes as a bit of a shock and disappointment to you, but if I'm not mistaken, I believe the phone call came through my phone. Not yours, and not ours. Thanks for the concern though, sweetheart.”

As he headed towards the door, still bare as the day he was born, Toji didn’t miss the opportunity to glide a heavy hand across the woman’s delicate shoulder blades, his grin widening by a fraction when she tried and failed to suppress a shudder.

“Oh, and um I made a little bit of a mess on the sheets after you left so, you might wanna clean that up. Probably already dried up by now. Sorry 'bout that,” his voice dipped low, utterly tantalizing as he whispered against the woman’s earlobe. The man didn’t even stick around to see her reaction, as he was already out the door and making his way to the bathroom for his own shower.

When the water warmed up to his liking, he didn’t waste any time stepping in and letting the droplets cascade down his body and relax his muscles.

Running his left hand through his hair to push it out of his face, he inhaled and exhaled deeply. Toji was able to silence and cool down the smoldering coal that burned at the bottom of his soul, the opaque tendrils retracting back to whence it came.

Just . . . . nearly.

(#) @triangularz @stygianoir @valentineluvu @ramonathinks @valentineluvu @ryukenzz @gabzlovesu @luxesiren @honeybleed @blkjupiters @souyaszn @sxphyroth . let me know if you wanna join my tag list ♡. again i apologize for tagging folks twice, this is a repost of the original 💔

[tojipie]

shiu x fem!reader x toji

content: (fem reader, heavy smut, soo much praise, filming sex, spitroasting, eiffel tower position, threesome, blowjobs, face fucking, cumming on face, aftercare)

summary: just another day at work ! :) nothing raunchy going on here

“fuck, that’s perfect,” shiu mumbles, crouching to get a better shot of where you and toji meet. 

the man rutting into you takes the note as a compliment, bucking his hips back to slam to the hilt. the guttural moan he draws out of you is nothing short of sinful, earning you a laugh from the cameraman.

“oh, the guys at home are gonna fucking love that,” he chuckles, standing to grab a shot of you laying face down, ass up on the leather couch.

a calloused hand raises your face to the camera, squeezing your cheeks into a pucker. you smile, taking note of your fucked out demeanor in the camera reflection. 

“feel good, pretty girl?” toji asks, still gripping your face. 

“mmhm,” you groan, making a show of rolling your eyes back into your head. 

the cameraman looks more than pleased, palming himself over his cheap dress pants. 

“such a treat to have in the studio, y’know that?” he wipes a mascara-filled tear while you look up at him for a brief moment. “driving me fucking crazy.”

the incessant pap-pap-pap of toji’s hips against your ass echo among the walls of the small casting room, nearly drowning out the praise with how hard he’s fucking you. still, you smile, letting the suit-clad cameraman brush your hair from your face.

“where’d you learn how to take dick like this, huh?” toji teases, switching his grip from your face to your shoulders. your scene partner uses his newfound leverage to pull you back onto his cock, groaning at the new angle. 

“only like this with you,” you moan, clenching at the sounds of approval both men give you.

“what, you forget about me?” shiu asks, feigning jealousy for the sake of the scene.

toji leans forward, chest-to-back as he whispers something in your ear. hard, deep thrusts slow to a grind as he speaks to you. you nod, giggling at shiu’s pointed look of confusion.

“what’s wrong?” the cameraman mouths, moving to turn the camera off. you beckon him over to the couch instead, jolting from the pick-up of your scene partner’s thrusts.

the two men share a look as you readjust the camera, gauging the shot in the crystalline glint of the lens. perfect, you think. he was going to love this. 

deft hands make haste with his belt, undoing the buckle ever so slowly. the two of you lock eyes for just an instant as his face contorts into a grin, setting the camera on his shoulder to throw his belt off to the side. 

“oh i get love too now?” he teases, unbuttoning his bottoms and letting you get to work. his ironed suit jacket hits the floor, dress shirt half open. 

“you’ve fucked her before genius,” toji adds, slowing the pace of his thrusts to let you work on the cameraman. he was right, off and on camera even.

shiu’s hard, unbearably so when you free him from his boxers and take him into your mouth. you can practically feel how difficult it is for him to not blow his load right then and there, especially after watching you and toji go at it for half an hour with no stimulation of his own.

“hah fuck— she knows what i like, right?” the question is rhetorical, he wants you to take the bait. 

and take the bait you do, pulling off his dick just enough to swirl your tongue around his aching tip.

the noise you earn is more than pornographic, it’s downright sinful, egging you on as you move to take him to the base. 

“you seein’ this?” shiu gasps, panning the camera up to toji who has since stopped fucking you to watch. thick, deft fingers come up to rub at your clit instead, making up for the lost simulation. 

shiu’s free hand reaches down to nestle into your hair, pulling taught. a quick look to make sure the camera lines up is all he gives you before deft hips snap forward, fucking your throat with urgency.

the two men share a look briefly, chuckling as toji finally ramps up the pace again. thick, hot lengths penetrate you from either side, overloading your brain with pleasure. 

“look up at the lens for me baby,” shiu gushes, losing his grip on your hair to cradle your cheek in his palm. you push back on the cock currently pummeling your walls, eagerly groaning for the camera.

“aww there we go, always our favorite star.”

the praise goes right to your head, throat opening up to allow more of his length in. he hisses at the stimulation, grumbling a soft “fuck this,” before setting the camera down on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

“oh, that’s a good fucking shot,” toji comments, pleased at the new camera angle. the thought of the studio’s loyal fanbase getting to watch you get spit-roasted by the hottest business partners in the industry pushes you closer to the edge.

“fuck, there.” shiu groans, pulling himself from your throat with an obscene squelch. a whoop rings out from behind you, no doubt from toji as viscous ropes of cum paint your cheeks— you swear you hear them high-five each other.

“shit, sorry about the mess,” he doesn’t sound sorry at all, tapping the head on your closed lips with a fucked-out smile.

salty cum floods your tastebuds as you work to clean his manhood off, pulling back with an audible pop and a smile. “s’ okay shiu.”

“that’s talent right there,” the camera man comments, clearly pleased with your performance. shiu tucks himself back into his dress pants, quietly motioning for you and toji to switch positions.

the raven-haired man wastes no time lifting you into the air, thick hands situated under your thighs for support.

the position alone might have gotten you close enough to come had he still been inside you. you’re held against his standing body only by the hands under your legs, back-to-chest as you face the camera. 

you hike your legs up, locking eyes with shiu as you’re lowered onto toji’s dick a final time. 

the stretch is absolutely obscene, filling you to the brim over and over again as he thrusts into you.

“perfect, perfect guys,” shiu leans closer to get a better shot of your face. “just like that.”

“you wanna tell everybody at home where you want it?” toji asks, biting your shoulder for good measure.

“inside—please.” you sigh, laughing at the obscene groan that sounds from behind the camera. shiu reaches down to rub your swollen clit for you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

hot seed floods your body a second time, warming you from the inside out. the things toji pants into your ear are obscene, overwhelming your senses while shiu’s hand deals out tiny pats to your clit.

you both sink onto the couch for the final time, the soft leather cushions embracing your tired bodies. shiu approaches with the camera, flipping through a couple of scenes to seek your shared approval.

you sit quietly as you're wiped down with a wet towel, still attached to toji at your most intimate points.

“tired angel? need to wash off?” he asks, maneuvering you on his dick to straddle him.

“yes please,” you mumble happily, resting your head on his shoulder. two sets of hands gently caress your body, wiping the last drops of fluid from your sweaty skin.

“you’re gonna make us all millionaires, i swear,” shiu mumbles, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before stepping into the bathroom to draw you a bath.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Bad Reputation

In a quest to cure my writer's block, I went thumbing through some old pieces, and stumbled upon this snippet. A Shiu/Toji threesome has been something on the list for a while, but until I finally write it, enjoy this ☺️

Toji had a reputation. An unfavorable one, not that he gave a shit. The name he'd built for himself came with money–not that he ever held onto it long–and fear. Fear wielded power, a lesson he learned as a child living with the Zen’in clan. Yet, believe it or not, he didn't try to be a bad man. He simply didn't care about the consequences of his actions.

Recently, though, he'd been mulling over a decision on a issue, one he saw no way to solve. The issue? You.

Shiu found himself a pretty little thing to play house with, one kind enough to babysit Megumi when he had a job. The boy was already fonder of you than Toji. Again, he didn't give much of a shit, and if anything, saw it as a good sign. You weren't mistreating his boy, and went out of your way to care for him, be it baking batches of cookies to appease the toddler’s sweet tooth, or pulling an all nighter to watch him. That let him know that the politeness you showed Toji wasn't a facade; you truly were a kind person.

That made him want you more, twisted as it was. A bastard like him didn't deserve a sweetheart like you, even if Shiu wasn't in the equation. Hell, for that matter, his friend didn't deserve you. You were a good girl, who sordid hands shouldn't taint.

But truth be told, Toji fantasized about corrupting you, reducing you to a dick hungry whore without a thought in her head.

He knew it was wrong. And yet, he didn't care. Neither did Shiu, it seemed, as he offered to share. Toji doubted it was your idea, and his suspicions were confirmed when that bastard said it was a fantasy of his. He didn't know your thoughts on the matter, but that didn't stop his cock from twitching. Right or wrong, Toji took solace in knowing it wouldn't be long until he had you in his clutches.

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⠀🎱⋆˙⊹ … OLYMP, the darlings of this gerenation, one direction gone rock, has another scandal following it’s name. once again, caused by none other than member naoya zen’in. this time, under the care of their new agency, NME, seems like the dust won’t be hidden. naoya is out, expelled with only an instagram post and pats on his back as a goodbye. the world and the band’s fans are split, while some think it was too much ( he has done worse, after all ), others are finally relieved. the constant headache of his presence is gone, but what about the void of his angelic voice? who will take his place?

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olympofficial Is with a heavy heart that we announce that our member Naoya Zen’in, know for his stage name Apollo, is departing ways to pursue his own solo career. We send you blessings and wishes of luck.

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olymphoe this is so unnecessary! bring him back, he is just an angel 😭

tojititts yeah, lucifer

gongojonon put ⭑ in his place!

naoyableachedhair that’s like changing from water to h20

getoslut that’s rude, she’s not as nearly as bad as him. i think :/

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aresinrehab you can sense the sassyness, mr nanami himself wrote that!

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well, hi. hello! new series being posted, this time with a rockstar universe. icaru’s sun is an idea i’ve been harboring for a while now and one night i made the poster and the next the synopsis, so i think it’s ready to be presented to all of you. it it’s not a light fic, because, as you can see from the warnings there is a lot to look out for, and that is just the tip of the iceberg. i’ll make sure to add on the chapters the more in detail warning for those who would like to be cautious, and you’re valid for that! differently from bet you can’t, my other series, this won’t have that amount of pairings, is strictly with band members and maybe a bit more, you will see. the end will also be different. i guess that summarizes what is to be expected, see you later.