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Hiiiii queen, not sure if your requests are open but what are your thoughts on a reader x gym instructor Toji fic? as a gym girly, I’m feining for that shit bjsjsbsh 😭 If you’re not into it, no worries at all, just ignore this! thankyou loveyou 😛 hope u have an amazing day <3

HOT GIRL SUMMER! — toji fushiguro x female reader

18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. gym trainer toji, gym trainee reader. mentions of gojo satoru. toji's kinda a dork. lots of sexual tension. big dick toji yessir. orgasm control & denial. doggy style. fingering (f. receiving). big four: dirty talk, degradation, teasing and praise. slight dacryphilia. overstimulation and mindbreak. hair pulling. semi-clothed sex. locker room sex. p in v sex (protected!! no creampies today folks). crack + fluff ending, somewhat aftercare?

thank you to anon who requested this <3 i hope you enjoy!

— general masterlist ☆ read on ao3

your first day at the gym felt a little like the first day of school — except instead of a backpack full of supplies, you had a duffel bag stuffed with coordinated athleisure and just a tiny bit of misplaced confidence.

toji fushiguro. the name echoed in your head like a mantra, which was completely coincidental and not at all the result of a quick late-night “gym instructor thirst trap” google search. nope, not at all.

as you walked in, the gym smelled of disinfectant and...testosterone? was that what testosterone smelled like? you weren’t sure, but it had a distinct, musky gym-bro-y vibe. before you could question your life choices, a deep, gravelly voice boomed over the general clatter of weights and treadmills.

“alright, rookies! welcome to hot girl summer bootcamp. i’m your instructor, toji. keep up, and you’ll love me. fall behind...and you’ll still love me, just a little less. maybe. let’s go!”

oh.

my.

god.

this man wasn’t just hot. he was illegal. broad shoulders that could probably carry a family of four, a scar on his lips that somehow made him hotter, and those arms — did the gym air conditioning suddenly malfunction, or were you overheating just looking at him?

play it cool, you thought, adjusting your cropped tank top and hoping you looked effortlessly sporty rather than like someone who stayed up all night watching his gym tutorials on youtube.

“you, newbie,” toji pointed in your direction, his sharp green eyes locking onto yours. “what’s your goal for the program?”

your brain short-circuited. goal? what goal?

“uh, uh...i want to — uh…” you stammered, your mouth suddenly drier than a protein shake with no milk. “be able to...carry all my groceries in one trip?” nailed it.

he raised an eyebrow, smirking as if you were the funniest thing he’d heard all morning. “realistic. i respect that.”

as he moved on to interrogate another poor soul about their fitness dreams, you caught yourself staring at the way his tank top clung to his chest. focus! focus! groceries!

the first warm-up nearly killed you.

it wasn’t even anything extreme — just high knees and jumping jacks — but you were convinced your spirit left your body halfway through. toji, however, didn’t seem to notice your imminent demise.

“c’mon, grocery girl,” he teased, jogging over to you during a plank hold. “don’t tap out on me already. what’s that, two minutes?”

two minutes felt like two hours.

“easy for you to say,” you panted, glaring at him. “you look like you eat kettlebells for breakfast.”

toji crouched beside you, his smirk growing wider. “nah, i eat waffles. protein ones. maybe i’ll make you some when you hit your first milestone.”

oh, so you’re a malewife too? just take me now.

you managed to survive the rest of the class, though it involved more wheezing than you’d like to admit. as you grabbed your water bottle, toji sauntered past, giving you a casual, devastating grin.

“good hustle, grocery girl,” he said. “see you tomorrow?”

you nodded, cheeks flaming. “yeah, tomorrow,” you replied, already dreading the soreness that was about to hit you in waves.

walking out of the gym, you made a mental note:

stop chanting his name during your nightly activities, because that would definitely get weird if you slipped up in class.

figure out how to be normal around the human equivalent of a greek god.

spoiler alert: you wouldn’t succeed.

— ☆

toji leaned against the front desk, arms crossed and brow furrowed as he eyed satoru, who was fiddling with his phone instead of paying attention to literally anything else. typical.

"seriously, satoru," toji grumbled, his voice a low growl. "five grand for this program? five? you think these rookies deserve me for that price? do you know how many squats i had to watch today? squats, done wrong."

"aw, c’mon, toji," satoru drawled, not even looking up. "think of it as community service. you're making the world hotter one newbie at a time." he flicked his snow-white bangs out of his annoyingly perfect face.

"besides, you love attention. what are you complaining about?"

toji's scowl deepened. "attention doesn't pay my rent, dipshit. if i wanted praise, i'd do push-ups on the street. and don't call this ‘community service.’ i ain't some saint."

satoru grinned, finally setting his phone down. "you're just mad because you can't charge extra for...specialized instruction." his grin turned wicked. "you know, one-on-one, intense focus...maybe a hand here, a hand there."

"you're disgusting," toji deadpanned, though he didn’t bother denying the accusation.

"but i'm not wrong," satoru shot back, leaning on his elbows. "soooo? any student caught your eye yet? some sweaty rookie got your heart racing?"

toji huffed, his lip curling into a smirk. "isn’t it obvious?"

satoru blinked, genuinely curious. "wait, for real? who? the one in the neon pink outfit? or the guy with the weight belt who clearly didn’t need it?"

toji ignored the question, grabbing his water bottle from the counter. "none of your business, dipshit. but let’s just say someone’s got a long way to go before they’re carrying groceries in one trip."

“groceries?” satoru cackled, almost doubling over. “oh, man. you really know how to pick ‘em, huh? let me guess, rookie can’t plank for more than thirty seconds without praying for salvation?”

toji’s smirk widened just a fraction, and he turned toward the gym floor. "thirty seconds? generous. more like twenty. but...they've got potential."

“potential or a cute face?” satoru called after him, earning himself the bird as toji disappeared into the weight room.

satoru shook his head, still chuckling. “toji, you greedy bastard. just don’t make it weird, yeah?”

as if that was possible.

— ☆

day three, and your thighs felt like they’d been personally cursed by the devil himself. you were convinced that even sitting down was a workout at this point.

but toji? toji looked fresher than a damn protein shake commercial — biceps bulging, sweat glistening, and his sharp green eyes scanning the room like a predator hunting his next meal.

and maybe, just maybe, you were on the menu.

you caught him staring again. or maybe that was just wishful thinking? nah. those weren’t just glances — they were slow, deliberate, and paired with that cocky little smirk that said he knew. knew you were stealing glances at him every time he turned his back. knew you were biting your lip and adjusting your shorts every time he got too close.

“grocery girl!” his voice cut through your haze, and you nearly tripped over your own feet.

“y-yeah?” you stammered, clutching your water bottle like it was a lifeline.

“plank position,” he ordered, stalking toward you with a towel slung over his shoulder. “let’s see if you’ve improved since day one.”

improved? babe, i can’t even look at my floor without flashbacks to this torture.

still, you dropped down, doing your best to hold the position without trembling too much. but then he crouched next to you — close enough that you could smell the clean, heady scent of his sweat — and suddenly, holding anything became a challenge.

“hips down,” he murmured, his voice low, and your brain went static.

before you could process it, his hand was on your lower back, pressing gently to correct your form. “like this. don’t cheat yourself.”

cheat myself? i’m about to cheat on my sanity if you don’t move that hand.

“you good?” he asked, his tone dipping into something almost teasing.

“uh-huh,” you croaked, feeling the tremble in your arms spread to every inch of your body.

“ya sure?” he leaned in just enough for his breath to ghost against your ear. “y’er shakin’ like a leaf.”

if you weren’t so oxygen-deprived, you might’ve said something snarky. instead, you clenched your jaw, determined not to crumble under his gaze — or the weight of his stupidly attractive hand.

“good girl,” he finally said, pulling back.

your entire body locked up.

did. he. just.

“keep it up,” he added casually, walking off like he hadn’t just detonated a dirty bomb in your brain.

you managed to hold the plank for another ten seconds before collapsing into a heap, thighs burning and mind spinning.

grocery girl? more like gone girl.

but as you left the gym that night, legs wobbling and sanity in tatters, you couldn’t stop replaying his words.

maybe next time, you wouldn’t just be locking in groceries. maybe you’d be swinging something a little more...muscular.

— ☆

you burst into the gym like a bat out of hell, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, cheeks flushed, and already out of breath — and you hadn’t even started the workout yet.

the weeknd’s smooth, sultry vocals blared from the speakers, which only made the scene more ridiculous. this wasn’t exactly the kind of music that screamed “fitness bootcamp.” but then again, satoru — ever the chaotic piece of shit — was in charge of the playlist. because why not let the white-haired menace control everything?

“late again,” toji’s voice sliced through the air, sharp and low, cutting right into your frazzled panic.

you froze mid-sprint, your brain short-circuiting as you turned toward him. he was standing at the front of the gym, arms crossed, one brow raised in a perfect arch of judgment.

“got caught up,” you said, lamely holding up your water bottle like it explained anything.

toji didn’t budge. he didn’t even blink. instead, his eyes dragged over you slowly, assessing. it wasn’t the fun kind of eyeing-up you hoped for; it was the “how much time are you about to waste” look.

“class started fifteen minutes ago,” he said, his tone laced with that signature mix of annoyance and condescension that had you wanting to melt into the floor.

“yeah, well, blame the playlist,” you blurted, motioning toward the speakers. “you ever try running on time to ‘earned it?’”

the corner of toji’s mouth twitched, but he quickly covered it by rubbing the back of his neck. “don’t try blaming satoru for your inability to read a clock.”

you swallowed, your cheeks heating up even more. “i’ll make it up, promise!”

toji snorted, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “oh, you’ll make it up alright.”

you blinked. “huh?”

“stay after class,” he said simply, his gaze locking onto yours. “you can finish the session one-on-one. wouldn’t want you wasting that bargain-bin fee you paid for this ‘hot girl summer’ thing.”

your jaw nearly hit the floor. stay back? alone? with toji?

your brain immediately jumped into overdrive, filling in all the blanks with...decidedly non-fitness-related scenarios.

“uh, sure,” you managed to squeak, your voice somehow two octaves higher than normal.

“good,” he said, already turning away. “get moving, grocery girl. we’re doing circuits today.”

as you stumbled to the nearest mat, still reeling from the interaction, satoru leaned out from behind the front desk, earbuds dangling.

“one-on-one, huh?” he sing-songed, loud enough for you to hear over the weeknd’s crooning. “careful, rookie. toji’s not great with boundaries.”

toji flipped him the bird without even looking back, and you bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing — or screaming.

you didn’t know whether to be mortified or excited, but one thing was certain: this program was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

toji leaned against the squat rack, arms folded over his chest, watching you with a smirk that had trouble written all over it. sure, he didn’t care who rolled into class late — hell, he didn’t even care if they showed up. paycheck was a paycheck. but you? oh, you were special.

watching you stumble in all flustered and breathless, making excuses about playlists and time management? priceless.

now, you were sprawled out on the bench, your brows furrowed in determination as you pushed up a whole ten kilograms like it was the weight of the world. your form was...passable, at best.

“careful there, champ,” toji drawled, stepping closer. “don’t wanna overdo it. wouldn’t want you pulling a muscle with that massive load.”

you shot him a glare, though the pink creeping up your neck betrayed your attempt at nonchalance. “’s fine. i’ve got this.”

toji crouched down next to you, resting his forearms on his knees as he tilted his head, studying your face. “uh-huh. ya sure? y’er arms shakin’ like a chihuahua in a thunderstorm.”

“they’re not!” you protested, though your voice wobbled a little.

“mhmm,” he hummed, leaning in just enough to make your pulse spike. “y’er breathin’ all wrong too. gotta pace yourself. in through your nose, out through your mouth. like this.”

before you could argue, he demonstrated, exhaling slow and deliberate, his lips quirking into a smirk when your eyes flicked to them.

“got it?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

you nodded quickly, your grip on the bar tightening as you tried to focus.

“good,” he said, standing up and moving behind the bench. “because i’m upping the weight.”

“what — wait!” you yelped, nearly dropping the bar as he added an extra plate to each side.

“relaaxx, grocery girl,” toji said, his smirk widening. “y’er stronger than ya think. or is it all talk?”

your jaw dropped. “i’m not all talk!”

“prove it.”

you gritted your teeth, determined not to give him the satisfaction of backing down. with a deep breath, you pushed up the bar again, your muscles screaming in protest.

“there you go,” toji said, his voice annoyingly calm. “juusst like that. keep goin’. you wanna make it to after-class, don’t you?”

you nearly dropped the bar. “excuse me?!”

toji chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief. “you heard me. gotta be in top shape for...extra training. wouldn’t wanna disappoint, would you?”

you sat up, face burning, and watched him walk away, his broad shoulders and infuriating smirk seared into your brain.

what the hell had you signed up for?

— ☆

toji cursed under his breath, leaning on the counter at the front desk where satoru was spinning a pen between his fingers like he had nothing better to do.

“the hell are you even doing here?” toji grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “you’re not even working today.”

“who says ‘m not working?” satoru chirped, not bothering to look up. “i’m in charge of morale. and you look like you could use some.”

toji rolled his eyes. “whatever. just...ya got a condom or what?”

that got satoru’s attention. the pen stilled, and his blue eyes flicked up, wide with mock surprise. “toji fushiguro asking me for protection? man, didn’t think i’d live to see the day!”

“shut the hell up,” toji growled, looking around like the floor might swallow him whole.

“relax, big guy,” satoru teased, standing up and fishing through his gym bag. “why do you need one anyway? didn’t know you were into ‘safe sets.’”

toji’s eye twitched. “just hand it over.”

“ohhh,” satoru grinned, pulling out a foil packet and dangling it between two fingers. “don’t tell me this is for grocery girl? you finally gonna ask her if she’s dtf?”

toji swiped the condom out of his hand, shoving it in his pocket. “shut up, and dtf doesn’t mean what you think it does.”

“doesn’t it?” satoru grinned, leaning on the counter. “down to flexibility? full-body workout? man, she’s been killing those planks lately. bet she could handle it.”

toji muttered something incomprehensible, walking away before he could throttle the smug bastard.

back in the gym, you were finishing your last set, your face flushed and sweat dripping down your temple. despite the tremble in your arms, you racked the weights with a triumphant sigh.

“better late than never,” toji said, his voice low and smug as he appeared beside you.

“jesus, do you ever not sneak up on people?” you snapped, though your smile betrayed the irritation.

“you survived,” he said, ignoring your jab and eyeing you with a mix of approval and something darker. “good. now you ready for your after-class session?”

you blinked, tilting your head in confusion. “after-class? i thought we were done.”

toji smirked, leaning in just enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “oh, we’re just getting started.”

his eyes flicked over you, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.

“now let’s see how flexible you really are,” he murmured, straightening up and motioning for you to follow him.

your heart pounded as you trailed behind him, the faintest smirk tugging at your lips.

maybe satoru wasn’t entirely wrong about the full-body workout after all.

— ☆

you may have looked like the epitome of gym-girl confidence on the outside, with your matching hot pink spandex set, a perfectly executed high ponytail, and that “accidental” giggle whenever toji smirked your way, but inside? absolute chaos. a full-blown mental spiral.

did you stink? like...bad enough to ruin the vibe? gym sweat wasn’t exactly the kind that screamed sexy glisten. and no, BO unfortunately didn’t stand for bend over — though give it a few minutes and maybe that could change. if you played your cards right.

was your hair still in place? you couldn’t even check without making it obvious. sure, it felt secure, but your elastic had seen things today, and who’s to say it wasn’t moments away from snapping like your sanity?

and your lips — oh god, your lips. you’d spent twenty minutes on that routine before leaving the house, crafting the kind of pout that was supposed to say “effortlessly kissable.” the process itself had been more intensive than a skincare regime, involving a lineup of:

a honey sugar scrub (scrub, rinse, repeat),

a hydrating lip mask (because you weren’t about to let crust ruin the vibe),

a peach-toned lip liner to enhance the shape (read: fake plumpness),

a glossy pink-tinted balm for the natural flush, and

a strategically placed clear gloss dab right at the center for that “i’m dewy and so is my life” illusion.

now? that careful work had probably melted into oblivion, and you were too chicken to check in case it looked like you��d been eating barbecue wings during your bench presses.

but there was no time to worry about any of that now. because toji — yes, your gym instructor toji — had waved you into the locker room with one of those stupidly smug smirks, the kind that promised trouble.

and now here you were, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty space, his broad frame taking up way too much room as he leaned against the lockers, arms crossed.

“so,” he drawled, his deep voice practically dripping with amusement, “you gonna stand there all day, or did you actually wanna get to the...extra training?”

you swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry despite your meticulous hydration schedule all day. “oh, um, yeah. totally. i’m ready.”

toji arched a brow, taking a slow step toward you. “you sure? because you look a little...distracted.”

“i’m not distracted!” you blurted, louder than intended. “i’m just...focused.”

he chuckled, low and gravelly, closing the space between you in two strides. “focused, huh?” his gaze flicked down to your lips, lingering just long enough to make your knees wobble.

“then prove it,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “show me just how much you’ve been paying attention.”

your breath hitched as he leaned in, his hand coming to rest on the locker beside your head.

mental checklist? forgotten. lip gloss? nonexistent. your name? who even knows.

but whatever was about to happen, you were damn sure it was about to be worth it.

— ☆

toji had this all planned out — or so he thought.

he was supposed to be the cool, non-chalant one here, the collected gym instructor with the alpha energy. though just thinking that phrase made him grimace. alpha energy?

yikes. he’d rather drop his dumbbells on his own feet than lean into that nonsense.

but still, he had a role to play, didn’t he? lead the charge, keep it professional until it wasn’t. you know, manly things. hot-gym-instructor-guy things.

except now, as he leaned casually (or so he hoped) against the locker, one arm propped above your head, his brain was running through a thousand different scenarios, none of which involved him being the one to lose his cool first.

toji couldn’t help it though — he was sweating. not just the faint gym sheen kind of sweat, but the sweating bullets kind, the kind that made him worried he’d be the one stinking up the confined space of the locker room. which, really, was the last thing he needed when he was trying to exude effortless charm.

he opened his mouth, ready to play it smooth. “so, you —”

and then your lips were on his, crashing into him with so much urgency it almost made him stumble.

oh. okay then.

toji froze for half a second — half a heartbeat — before the message clicked loud and clear in his brain. whatever he thought he was going to say, whatever stupid quip he had lined up, melted into nothing as he cupped the back of your head, pulling you closer like the damn door to the locker room was about to disappear and leave you stranded.

you tasted faintly like strawberries, probably from whatever overpriced lip product you’d slathered on before this, and toji had to suppress the urge to groan. the kind of groan that might make you think he was more desperate than he wanted to admit. but the way your hands fisted in his tank top, tugging him even closer, made him reconsider — maybe desperation wasn’t so bad.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, your lips flushed and eyes wide, and gave a low chuckle that felt more confident than he actually was in the moment. “well,” he drawled, his voice rougher than he intended, “guess we’re skipping the warm-up.”

you rolled your eyes, but your breath hitched as his hand slid down to your waist. “don’t act like you weren’t waiting for it.”

toji smirked, leaning in until his lips brushed against your ear. “message received, loud and clear, sweetheart.”

he might’ve thought he was supposed to be in charge, but hell, he wasn’t complaining about this turn of events.

“now let’s see if you’ve been keeping up with your endurance training,” he murmured, his voice teasing, but his grip on your hips told you he was already taking this challenge seriously.

training? oh, the session was just getting started.

— ☆

you thought you had an idea. you’d done your research, watched enough videos of the kind of stuff that should’ve prepped you for moments like this. but this? this was an entirely new level of freaky, toe-curling, brain-melting insanity.

toji had a system, a stupidly cruel system that you were 90% sure he cooked up just to mess with you. it was simple: he’d trace a muscle on your body, one agonizingly slow swipe of his rough fingertips at a time, and if you guessed the name of it right? well, you’d cum that many times.

easy, right? wrong. so wrong.

especially because right now, this cocky little shit had your gym spandex yanked down to your thighs, your ass perched high in the air, and was treating this whole situation like it was a damn trivia segment on who wants to be a millionaire. except the prize wasn’t cash — it was a full-blown ride to pound-town.

“alright, genius,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as his fingers brushed over the curve of your shoulder, down to your upper arm. “name this muscle.”

you froze, your breath hitching as the cool air brushed against your heated skin. “uh — uh, the...deltoid?” you stammered, hoping the few snippets of your high school bio class would come in clutch.

toji snorted, clearly unimpressed. “correct. guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

the next second, he was gripping your hip, his free hand sliding between your thighs in a way that made your brain short-circuit.

oh.

“‘s one,” he muttered against your ear, low and teasing. “don’t get cocky yet, though. we’ve barely started.”

you barely had time to catch your breath before his hand trailed lower, stopping just above your thigh. “now,” he continued, his tone infuriatingly calm for a man currently wrecking your ability to think straight, “what’s this one called?”

you blinked, frantically rummaging through the dark corners of your mind for an answer. shit, what was it? quad? hamstring? quad-something?

“uh...quadricep?” you ventured, your voice shaking.

toji hummed, the sound vibrating against your skin. “good girl. maybe there’s hope for you after all.”

then he moved. his hand, his lips, the sheer weight of him — every part of him was suddenly everywhere at once, dragging you so close you could barely breathe.

and just when you thought you might lose it, he leaned back, smirking like the devil himself.

“next question,” he said, his fingers brushing over the curve of your back. “get it wrong, and we start all over again. think you can handle that, doll?”

you groaned, face buried in your arms. “‘s isn’t fair,” you muttered.

toji chuckled, dark and low. “oh, sweetheart, life isn’t fair. but this?” his grip tightened, his breath warm against your ear. “this is me being generous.”

generous? you’d show him generous. if you didn’t pass out first.

— ☆

“well, well,” toji murmured, his breath hot against your neck as he trailed his lips down your spine, his rough palms kneading the soft curve of your hips. “looks like someone paid attention in class after all. didn’t think you’d actually pass my lil’ quiz, but here we are.”

you should’ve felt victorious, proud even. but all you could focus on was the heat pooling between your thighs and the way his voice dipped into that gravelly tone, each word laced with promise.

“so here’s the reward,” he drawled, sliding a hand beneath you to spread your thighs just a little wider. “two orgasms. back to back. think you can keep up, sweetheart?”

you shuddered, biting down hard on your lip to stop the whimper threatening to spill out.

toji smirked, watching you squirm under him. “oh no, no. don’t get shy on me now,” he teased, his fingers dragging along your slick folds, collecting the evidence of just how desperate you were. “your little cunt’s doin’ all the talkin’ for ya anyway. she’s real chatty tonight, huh?”

you buried your face in your arms, heat blooming across your cheeks as the filthy squelch echoed in the confined space of the locker room.

“awww, embarrassed?” he chuckled darkly, pressing two fingers into you without warning. “don’t be. she’s got a lot to say, and trust me, ‘m alll ears.”

you gasped, clamping a hand over your mouth as he started a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling his fingers just right.

“ah-ah,” toji chided, grabbing your wrist and pinning it to the locker above your head. “none of that. i said quiet, but not that quiet. lemme hear you, baby.”

you whimpered, hips bucking against his hand as his pace quickened, his free hand gripping your ass to keep you in place.

“fucckkk,” he muttered, glancing down at the ruined fabric of your hot pink pants. “look at that. already makin’ a mess, huh?”

your head shot up, panic flashing across your face. “toji! these are new —”

“not my problem,” he interrupted, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he pressed his thumb against your clit, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. “you shoulda thought about that before you wore somethin’ so tight. can’t even blame me. ya lil’ cunt’s the one makin’ all the mess.”

you groaned, half from frustration and half from the sheer overwhelming sensation as he added another finger, stretching you just right.

“tell ya what,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he leaned closer, lips brushing against your ear. “if you make it through both without ruinin’ those pants completely...maybe, just maybe, i’ll pay for the dry cleaning.”

“but if ya don’t?” toji chuckled, biting gently at your earlobe. “well...guess you’ll just have to wear ‘em messy next time.”

— ☆

“fucckk, you’re s’tight,” toji grunted, his fingers dragging slick trails over your thighs as he teased his tip against your entrance. “first with those tiny-ass weights, now this? guess i gotta stretch you out for the real deal, huh?”

you whimpered into your forearm, legs trembling from the aftershocks of the first orgasm he’d just coaxed out of you with his damn fingers alone. your head was a haze of pleasure and overstimulation, too lost in it to even realize how thoroughly you’d ruined your cute pink pants.

“hey,” he rasped, smacking your ass lightly to snap you back. “don’t go floatin’ off on me just yet, sweetheart. we’re just gettin’ started.”

his voice dropped lower, the sound rolling through the locker room like a growl as he pressed the fat head of his cock to your slick entrance, giving just the slightest nudge. “shit, you’re fuckin’ drippin’ already. you want it that bad, huh? bet you couldn’t even tell me when your pants hit the floor.”

“toji,” you whimpered, trying to form a coherent thought, but it all shattered the moment he pushed just the tip inside.

“ohh fuucckkk yeah,” he groaned, his head tilting back, a shudder running through his massive frame. “ya feel that, baby? nice and slow…fuckin’ perfect fit.”

he sank in another inch, his girth forcing you to stretch around him. the burn was sweet, electric, and you couldn’t stop the high-pitched cry that escaped your lips.

“shi, don’t go cryin’ on me now,” he muttered, though his voice was laced with a smirk. “or is it just ‘cause s’too big, huh? couldn’t handle me even if you tried.”

your walls fluttered around him at his words, and he hissed through his teeth, gripping your hips to steady you. “oh, ya like that? filthy lil’ girl. already squeezin’ me like you don’t want me to pull out.”

you tried to push back, eager to take more of him, but toji’s hand slammed down on the curve of your back, holding you in place. “nuh-uh, not s’fast. you’re gonna take me slow, jussst like this,” he grunted, rocking his hips forward and shoving another few inches inside.

“fucccck,” he hissed, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his voice all gravel and heat in your ear. “you’re gonna break under me, baby, but you’ll fuckin’ thank me for it later.”

you moaned, gripping the locker for dear life as he finally bottomed out, his cock buried so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

“there we go,” he growled, pulling back slightly before slamming back in, the force jolting you forward. “shit, look at you, takin’ it so good. bet you’ll be thinking ‘bout this every time you put those tight little gym pants on again, huh?”

he thrust again, harder this time, his cock dragging against every nerve ending as he set a brutal pace.

“fuckin’ mess,” he groaned, looking down at the slick mess coating your thighs and dripping onto the floor. “but don’t worry, baby. promise i’ll make it worth ya while.”

toji’s pace was merciless, each snap of his hips pushing you further into the lockers as your trembling hands scrambled for something — anything — to hold on to. the metal surface was cold under your palms, a sharp contrast to the fiery heat pooling low in your belly.

“fuck, look at you,” he grunted behind you, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “all that attitude earlier, now ya can’t even keep your knees steady.”

you whimpered, trying to push back against him, but your legs were too weak to cooperate. toji didn’t seem to mind, one arm looping around your waist to pull you flush against him as his other hand dipped between your legs. the first stroke of his fingers over your clit had your head lolling back against his chest.

“shit,” you gasped, barely able to form the word as he worked tight, relentless circles against the swollen bud.

“what was that, baby?” toji’s voice was a rough purr in your ear, laced with amusement. “can’t hear you over all that babblin’. ya sayin’ somethin’ real important, huh?”

you weren’t, not really. every attempt to speak came out as a mix of incoherent cries and choked moans, your brain too fogged up to string together a single coherent thought.

toji chuckled, leaning back just enough to grab your tit through the snug fabric of your gym top. “shiit, look at these,” he murmured, giving it a firm squeeze that had you arching into his touch. “what’s this one called, huh? c’mon, grocery girl, don’t tell me you’ve been skipping anatomy class.”

you blinked rapidly, trying to summon any semblance of a logical response, but the only thing that tumbled out of your mouth was a breathy, “b-boobs.”

toji froze. for a moment, the locker room was silent except for the wet, obscene sounds of your slick and his choked laugh. “boobs?” he repeated, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

“uh-huh,” you nodded dumbly, too far gone to register the trap you’d just walked into.

toji groaned, but not the kind that promised satisfaction. he pulled back just slightly, the absence of his cock stretching you leaving you whining in frustration. “wrong answer, sweetheart.”

“w-what?” you stammered, your brain slowly catching up.

he pulled his hand away from your clit, ignoring your desperate whine. “told you, you gotta earn it. and what ya just said? ain’t even a muscle.”

“but —”

“nah,” he interrupted, gripping your hips to keep you from squirming against him. “you don’t even get the extra credit for effort.”

you felt him shift behind you, his cock brushing against your inner thigh, just out of reach.

“toojiiii!” you practically wailed, your voice pitching in desperation.

“naaahh, don’t ‘toji’ me now,” he drawled, smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “guess you’ll just have to wait for round two to get it right.”

the realization hit you like a truck: no correct answer, no dick.

“it’s the pectoralis major!” you blurted out, your voice cracking with panic.

toji chuckled low in his throat. “shit, there’s my smart girl,” he murmured, thrusting back inside you with one sharp, fluid motion that knocked the air out of your lungs.

“fuck, baby,” he grunted, picking up his punishing pace once again. “next time, don’t make me work so hard for it, yeah?”

you’re not sure who to thank first — god, your ancestors, or that one stray eyelash wish you made last week — because the way toji’s pounding into you feels like some divine intervention. maybe all of them had a hand in it. you’re sobbing — like, genuinely sobbing — and not just because of the hair-pulling or the fact that toji’s filthy mouth has been spewing the most degrading things you’ve ever heard.

“shit, cryin’ already?” his voice is rough, tinged with smug amusement as he fists your hair tighter. “can’t handle it, baby? nah, you’re tougher than that. gotta be — still lettin’ me wreck this tight little pussy like it’s mine.”

you hiccup a broken moan, legs trembling so violently you’re barely upright, and the lockers are the only thing keeping you from collapsing. your second orgasm hits you like a freight train, ripping through your body so hard you swear you lose all sense of time and space.

“therrre she goes,” toji groans, his grip on your waist tightening as he drives into you harder, chasing his own high. “look at this mess. got you so fucked out you don’t even know where you are, huh?”

you can’t respond — not with how your body’s spasming, clamping down on him like a vice, dragging him closer to his edge.

“fuck, gonna cum with me, yeah?” he growls, voice strained, his hips stuttering as he holds you so close it feels like you’re merging into one.

him cumming is the final nail in the coffin, sending you careening into an aftershock so intense you’re genuinely concerned you might pass out. both of you stay locked in place, panting heavily, sweat dripping off your bodies as the reality of your very messy situation sets in.

toji’s the first to break the silence, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. “guess you’re gonna need a new gym set, huh? no savin’ this one.”

you groan, burying your face against the locker as if it could somehow swallow you whole. “yeah, no shit.”

he chuckles, pulling back just enough to smack your ass lightly, earning a half-hearted glare from you. “don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it, baby. besides…” he shrugs, flexing a little in his tank top as he adjusts it. “i still look good in this, so we both won here.”

“we truly live in a society,” you mutter under your breath, earning another laugh from him.

he leans down to kiss the side of your neck, smirking against your skin. “damn right we do. now, c’mon, let’s clean up before satoru comes snoopin’. dude’s nosier than a fuckin’ bloodhound.”

— ☆

toji, ever the professional, seems to flip a switch the moment your sweaty, blissed-out bodies part. he’s tugging his tank top back into place and wiping his face like he’s about to lead another class. the audacity.

his voice takes on this infuriatingly instructional tone, his hand on your lower back steadying you as he rattles off something about muscle recovery or post-workout hydration.

“you’re gonna wanna stretch that hamstring later,” he mutters, glancing down at your wobbly legs that threaten to betray you with every second. “looks like you overworked it — shouldn’t push yourself too hard, sweetheart.”

you blink at him, utterly dumbfounded. this man — this man — is casually chatting about hamstrings while his cum is literally dripping down your thighs and your legs are trembling so hard you could probably register on the richter scale.

“you’re seriously talking about muscles right now?” you deadpan, crossing your arms even though they feel like noodles. “toji, ’m boutta faceplant, and you’re out here giving me a biology lecture.”

he grins, a little too pleased with himself, and leans down to plant his hands on his knees, face so close you can practically feel the warmth of his breath. “what, want me to kiss it better or somethin’?”

“kiss me, idiot,” you huff, tugging him forward by the neckline of that stupidly tight tank top until your lips meet his.

and just like that, the gym instructor act shatters. his shoulders relax, his hand curling around your waist with a gentleness that feels so at odds with how he’d been handling you not five minutes ago.

he hums against your lips, pulling back just enough to mutter, “damn, baby, you’re somethin’ else.”

“soooo, does this mean you’re carrying my groceries now?” you tease, brushing some of your messed-up hair out of your face.

“depends,” he smirks, straightening up and patting your ass with zero shame. “can you walk without lookin’ like a baby deer? if not, ’m keepin’ my hands free to catch ya when you inevitably fall on your cute little face.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck. “big talk for someone who can’t keep his hands to himself.”

“can’t help it,” he shrugs, leaning in close again with that wolfish grin of his. “you make it too damn easy, princess.”

if he keeps this up, your next gym session might be less about training and more about dodging toji’s wandering hands in the frozen food aisle.

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storiesoflilies · 2 days ago

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t.w: mentions of violence. if a gifted artist would like to bless us all with fanart inspired by this drabble, just know you will have saved my life.

thinking about knight!toji fushiguro who has gone completely rogue. he does not care for oaths or honor or justice, not anymore. he takes whatever he wants from whoever has it, with determined grit and merciless steel. who wears armor blacker than the night and rides atop a midnight stallion, its hooves striking the ground like thunder so you knew who was coming for you.

he was a god, a herald of death.

so they say.

but here you are, in his clutches atop his steed, and oh, how you believe everything you’ve ever heard about him.

“so pliant for me,” he hummed, his hand around your throat, bringing the back of your head to rest against his chest. “what a sweet little thing you are.”

you knew better than to try and fight him.

his lips ghosted over your neck, the tip of a fang lightly grazing your skin, and you felt his chest rumble. you shivered, even though his cloak was warm against your shoulders. it sounded like he was pleased, and his strong grip around you tightened. you couldn’t help but glance down at the ground, at the trampled bodies of the men who had tried to corner you, and toji tutted softly. his calloused fingers tilted your chin up, guiding your gaze away from the sight, arching your back against him. his green eyes peered into your very soul, and you had never felt more alive.

“sorry for all that,” he breathed out, chuckling, and you knew he wasn’t sorry at all. “i tend to get carried away.”

you don’t know why you said it, but you did. “it’s okay.”

toji barked out a laugh, burying his face into your neck, messy strands of his hair tickling you. his thighs pressed into yours, like he was trying to meld himself into you. his horse snorted loudly beneath you, impatient, its powerful muscles rippling.

“yes,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “i think i’ll just have to take you with me, keep you safe.”

and with that, toji sharply spurred his stallion onward, and the both of you disappeared into the shadows of the night.

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affableramen · 4 hours ago

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you wake up sick smau with jjk men

ᡣ𐭩 gojo, toji, nanami, hiromi, suguru

ᡣ𐭩 fluff, comfort, early rel

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pinkystyro · 3 days ago

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Under the bar - Toji Fushiguro .ᐟ ˎˊ

꩜ STORY CONTEXT: Toji is your boyfriend, he works in a night bar, you are going to pay him a little naughty visit.

꩜ WHAT INCLUDES : TojiFushiguroxfem.reader, smut, nsfw, sucking cock, gagging, insulting, pulling hair, oral sex in public, teasing, frustation, deep troath, swallow cum.

₊˚ෆ I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE A LIKE AND A REBLOG !

Enjoy pookie! ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

Toji works at a night bar, he's the barista of this place, he prepares cocktails and other types of drinks. He's very talented at it and the truth is that it's very attractive to see him work that way.

You and Toji had been a couple for 4 years, the best years of your life without a doubt. Toji took care of you like no one else did, he made you feel loved and protected and made you laugh until you cried. He was also the only one who had known how to please you properly in bed, no one fucked you like he did.

One day when Toji was working as usual at his night bar, you entered through the back of the place and sneaked under the bar, lightly touching Toji's leg, so he knew you were under there.

When he saw you he was quite surprised and tried to say something to you, but you stopped him by placing your index finger on your lips "shh.. don't talk and be a good boy." you said before placing your hand on his private part, rubbing it with your hand while looking at him with a mischievous smile.

Toji frowned and looked ahead letting you do whatever you wanted to do, acting like he didn't want it, knowing that deep down he was dying to have his cock slide down your throat.

You lowered your gaze a little towards his bulge, unbuttoning the button of his jeans and lowering the zipper to take out his member that fit quite tightly through that small hole left by the clasp of his pants. You licked your lips as you watched your boyfriend's huge, wide member, before you began to move your hand up and down his entire member.

Toji looked down at you, frowning and pressing his lips together, trying to contain the accelerated breathing caused by the small movements on his cock.

You opened your mouth, approaching his tip, giving it a small lick, without stopping to move your hand, and then surrounding it with your lips, putting it in your mouth and wetting it with your sweet saliva. You noticed the glances of your gorgeous boyfriend, watching as you devoured his member.

Toji clenched his hands on the bar counter, trying to hold his breath so he wouldn't sound excited, but it was almost inevitable. His fingers gripped the edge tightly, his eyebrows arched and he leaned forward to make sure no one saw you.

You continued with your hand movements on this boy's member, while you slid his tip all over your tongue, sucking lightly as you slowly pushed his member further and further into your mouth.

“Look at you..trying to hold back your moans..you look so beau-” you said, but Toji didn't let you finish the sentence before pushing your head towards him, making his entire member enter your mouth, sliding all over your tongue, touching the back of your mouth, before sliding down your throat, this made you gag..but you loved seeing him like that.. “Shut up…fucking whore…I love you fuck…” Toji said whispering and with an horny voice.

Toji let go of your head because some customers had come in and he needed to act formally. As you pulled his member out of your mouth to catch your breath, Toji leaned on the bar counter, causing his hard member to hit your cheek… Seeing his member so hard made you want to ride him right there, to put him inside you… ugh…

Toji welcomed the customers formally and handed them the drinks menu, taking advantage of that moment to watch you as you grabbed his member by the base and licked it all the way thru, then put it in your mouth, and began to suck it, sliding it across your tongue while moving your hand up and down to stimulate him even more…

Toji listened to the customers' orders, holding back the moans caused by having his member sliding inside your mouth… He frowned as discreetly as he could, squeezing the notebook a little as he wrote with his hand shaking from the great pleasure you were giving him.

You increased the speed at which you inserted his member in and out of your mouth a little, and when Toji went to speak to confirm the young men's order and thank him, you inserted his entire member back into your mouth, giving yourself another gag that luckily was barely heard since the music was loud.

Toji's voice was cut off and he had to pretend to clear his throat so that the grunt he let out from that unexpected action wouldn't be noticed. The customers sat down to wait for their drinks and Toji got ready to prepare them, while you continued with your little job, licking, masturbating and sucking his member under the bar.

Toji, before preparing the drinks, bent down slightly, grabbing your hair and pulling it lightly, then saying to you “Damn slut… you know you’ll be punished for this, right?..” You simply nodded, looking at him with an innocent smile.. Toji sighed and went back to his work.

While he prepared the drinks, you continued to give head incessantly.. You delicately moved your hair aside so you could suck it better, and continued doing so.

Toji squeezed the glasses tightly, with his trembling hands he managed to serve the drinks that he later left on a tray for his companions to pick up and take to the assigned table for the order.

You continued devouring him completely, deepthroating from time to time, moving your hand up and down his entire member which was soaked in your saliva… your pussy was all wet… you just wanted Toji to fuck you…

Toji looked at you from above, with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed as he looked at you with eyes of pleasure and slightly red cheeks… you noticed how he tensed his muscles trying to hold back his moans, noticing his expression of vulnerability at your actions… He leaned forward again to cover you since his boss had gone to talk to him… “Well well, it's the great Toji Fushiguro! How are you boy? Everything okay? Is your girlfriend okay?” Toji took a sigh of air before looking at you surreptitiously to answer his boss in a surreptitious and as normal way as possible “Hello, Boss… Yes..yes..everything..good mhm. Y/n is… fine yes…” He said, keeping his composure and the best face he could put on at that moment, trying to hide everything.

“Well well well, I'm very happy boy! Just so you know, there are 5 minutes left until closing time, today you close and you pack up. I'm going to give the 5-minute warning over the speakers, see you tomorrow Toji!” Said his boss, who patted him on the shoulder before going to give the closing notice for the bar.

When he pulled out, Toji let out a huge sigh of relief, looking at you just to see how you put almost all of his member in your mouth… Noticing your lips surrounding his cock, your hands moving over his member, your saliva soaking his cock, his tip touching the end of your mouth… god… he couldn’t take it anymore… Toji was about to cum… He couldn’t hold it back any longer… Toji grabbed your head, completely putting his member in your mouth, letting out all of his load in your mouth, he watched as your eyebrows shuddered and your throat swallowed absolutely all of the load he had released in you…

A smile formed on his face as he held your jaw, watching as your face and your gaze asked for more and more… Toji slapped his cock against your tongue repeatedly while your eyes begged him to have it inside you…

The bar emptied in a moment, so Toji pulled you out of there, leaning you on the bar and whispering in your ear “Now I’m going to punish you here, you fucking bitch.” He said before that night ended in an intense night where Toji fucked you against the same bar where you hid to give him head.

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cherryblossom-heart · 3 days ago

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Warning: slight SMUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Angst.

Tojis love came in like a wave.

It was crashing, violent and vigorous. His love came with a warning, a warning that told you it might never reach you, yet the shadow of it crept on top of you, its crash and devastating force of it taking you by surprise, even when you were anticipating it.

You had been waiting for his love for long, each particle of your body craved for it. You craved for his touch, his passion, the tenderness of his eyes. You craved for everything he could offer you, and once he did it it was intoxicating.

His lips finally crashed on yours, his hands touched your skin in places he had never touched you before. His love gave you the biggest high you could ever thing of, because when Toji wanted to make you feel loved, he gave it his best.

His love didn’t come in the ways you were expecting though. You had been loved before, you had been loved with words, actions, gifts, but his love came almost strictly from his touch and almost all the time it was sexual. From time to time you thought his touch was just lust, but the way his eyes would look at you when he was inside you made you forget about it.

How could some look at you with so much warmth if there wasn’t a part of it that was love?

Even when he would fuck you with an unrelenting pace, your hands tied behind your back, face buried deep in the mattress, or when his face was buried deep between your legs, his eyes focused on your expressions and his hands exploring every inch of your body, even when his hips smashed against your ass, his hand holding your neck, there always was a tender kiss, an affectionate embrace or even just sweet caress that would ground you, reassuring all your doubts.

At least that’s what you had told yourself.

And just like a wave crashes against the shore, it also pulled you back in, it’s strength unmatched as you clawed to stay afloat. You swam and swam against the current until it’s pull took a part from yourself with it, chipping away piece by piece of your soul at a time.

His love only came for periods of time, and when it’s cycle had reached it’s end, he would leave you bare, your empty bed no longer warm enough for you neither the air would be filled with his perfume, your apartment now smelling to whatever air freshener you had purchased.

Every time he left your heart would plead you not to take him back, unable to stop the bleeding it had started that fateful night he had kissed you. And every time he came back his love would change, it’s face showing less and less with each absence.

Unlike waves though, his love would be the closest to shore at night. There were no qualms, no if’s or but’s that would stop him from loving you every night, your apartment walls bouncing off the echo of your moans. You wished you could only exist at night.

His love was like a wave, but your soul was tired of swimming.

You begged, you pleaded, you cried for his uncensored affection but the hardness behind his eyes told you a story you were avoiding. He could never love you, not the way he had once done it, not when his own heart had been buried along his wife.

The last part of yourself got chipped away that day.

Your phone lit up in the middle of the night, his new name displayed on the screen,

DO NOT ANSWER

U still mad? 2:36 am.

There was nothing left to take from you yet he asked for it once again.

Your fingers typed a response quick response, only to delete it almost immediately. Heart and mind were at war, each one of them pulling you in opposite directions. Your body craved to answer, your hands itching to type again, but could you survive once again his absence when he decided his actions said too much? Or that your feelings were too unwanted?

Tears dropped down to your bedsheets, the stain of their pool growing bigger and bigger. Your phone was turned off and placed in the night stand next to you as your sobs became louder. Tomorrow there wouldn’t be any more tears but just for tonight you would allow yourself to grieve.

Just for tonight you would allow to love him one last time.

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Masterlist

Heart divider by @cafekitsune

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arabella0001 · 2 days ago

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hellooo. i’m new to writing. been reading for years

MASTERLIST (smut) 👻

1.Sasuke Uchiha x Reader - Pushing his buttons

Synopsis: You like him but you don’t wanna admit, he is an asshole

2.Eren Yeager x Reader - Comfort

Synopsis: Eren is your childhood friend, he loves you…maybe more than a friend. You are currently in an abusive relationship and he is losing his patience.

3.Gojo Satoru x Reader - Strongest Tease

Synopsis: Gojo Satoru has been your brother’s best friend forever — and the one who knows exactly how to push your buttons. You can’t stand how he teases you, but deep down, you both know there’s something more behind those sly smiles and sarcastic comments. The question is: who will crack first?

4.Geto Suguru x Reader - Missing you

Synopsis: Suguru Geto is your boyfriend and he can’t get enough of you

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mysteria157 · 2 days ago

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I wanted to wait until I was free of distraction to start this. And I’m so glad I did. I love reading a fanfic that makes me feel like I’m also reading a novel.

Lu, this is only chapter one, and I’m hooked. You capture that mysterious edge of Toji so well. He’s wrapped up in this life of a killer, cold around the edges and gruff, but he’s curious about you. He keeps coming back day after day. Not even to flirt, but to just…watch.

I love the way you describe the reader. She’s so carefree, but not naive (at least that’s what I get from it). She’s gentle but not fragile, like you said. Her and Toji have barely spoken and he’s already taken with her. And when they do finally speak, that banter is everything.

“You talk too much for someone who hasn’t introduced themselves yet.”

“And you’re too quiet for someone who’s been coming here for weeks.”

Yesssss, I need—I NEED

And that guilt, oh that guilt he feels for studying a woman who isn’t Mamaguro, who reminds him of Mamaguro. “She’s not her.” Just that line alone. It’s a feeling I imagine most widows would feel when they find someone that captivates them after losing the love of their life. Wanting so much more of it but chastising themselves for even daring to look.

And his relationship with Megumi. Distant because of the years away from his father, a hint of curiosity but guarded enough not to get his hopes up. It’s just so realistic, Lu. I feel like you caught the dynamic of estranged father and son trying to come together again so well.

I struggle with writing reviews, so I hope I wasn’t all over the place. But Lu, you are such an amazing writer. This is a side of Toji I feel like we don’t see, and I need so much more of it.

I’m starting chapter two now. This is truly amazing. Thank you for writing this 💕💕

Chimera

Chapter One of De Novo! All content warnings and anything to do with the series can be found here.

thank you for reading! ✨

The rain poured relentlessly, turning the streets of Tokyo into glistening rivers of asphalt and reflections. Dim neon lights from the signs above the small restaurant flickered in the distance, casting a faint glow through the raindrops. The scent of steaming broth and sizzling meat lingered in the air, cozy and familiar to Toji as he sat in the corner of the modest establishment.

It was a place tucked away from the bustling chaos of the city—far from prying eyes and familiar faces. He’d found it by accident, driven here by a need to not go directly home but also needing to keep his head low after his last job. He picked at the steaming bowl of Goto udon in front of him, the rich broth sending a tendril of warmth through him, though his sharp gaze never lost its edge.

Right now, he was simply a man with nowhere to be. The scent of fresh rain mingled with the food, and for a moment, the noise of his thoughts quieted. Then you walked in.

The door slid open with a soft chime, and a gust of cold air swept in with you. Toji's eyes lifted from his bowl. The downpour framed your silhouette, the muted light from outside casting you in a soft, ethereal glow. You wore a pair of rain boots, completely soaked from head to toe as your sweater stuck to you with water dripping from the tips of your fingers onto the wooden floor. Drenched clothes clung to you, highlighting your form, but it was your joyous, unbothered demeanor that caught his attention. The way you moved—deliberate, relaxed—made you stand out.

“Shit. It’s really coming down out there.” You began to pull the sweater over your head and Toji’s eyes immediately went to the soaked camisole tank that you wore underneath. Pulling it away from your skin before throwing the sweater over the shoulder, he watched as you brushed a few strands of wet hair out of your face, your fingers delicate but not fragile, before you greeted the older couple working behind the counter with a small, knowing smile. They exchanged words in quiet tones, clearly familiar with your presence. The older man who served Toji his food wagged his finger at you before steering you toward the closed-off back room.

After a few minutes, you came back out and moved with ease as you tied a simple apron around your waist as if this had been your routine for years.

Toji’s eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued. You weren’t antsy, fidgety, or overly polite. You were fluid. Moving with ease.

“Goto is best enjoyed hot, just in case you were thinking about letting it become a cold soup.” The sound of the elder woman’s downbeat but calm voice brought him out of his mind. “Want it to go?”

“Yes, please. Thank you.” Toji watched the woman grab a container then let his eyes go back to you leaning against the counter expertly measuring flour, letting it cascade into the bowl before cracking an egg with one hand into the same bowl. You didn’t seem to notice his unwavering gaze on you as you used your hands to mix whatever concoction you had. But Ayame did.

The older woman cleared her throat before sitting the carryout bowl down with just enough force to make Toji’s shoulders jump. “I’ll pour this up for you.”

He sat like a schoolboy who had been scolded for being a perv watching Ayame transfer the lukewarm soup over to a clear bowl with a lid. “Thank you.”

“Uh-huh. Enjoy your night and be careful in this weather. Suppose to get worse through the night.”

Toji stood up, slipping his hood over his head and throwing his bag over his shoulder as he steadied the soup in his free hand. The bell dinged as he walked out of the doors.

You looked over at her as she cleaned the table Toji sat out. “Was he a bother Ayame-san?” Sucking her teeth, Ayame shrugged her shoulders as she gave the table another wipe with a damp cloth.

“He sat and ate. Can’t be a bother if you’re a paying customer.” The graying temples of your maternal figure lifted as she looked at you. “Too bad about that wedding band on his finger. You would make cute little babies with him.”

Shaking your head as if you’d been hit with the most baffling words you’d heard all day, you let out a dry chuckle and continued to knead your dough. “Ah well. Maybe the next man who orders Goto will be the one, Aya. Gotta deal with me til then.”

Days passed and Toji found himself returning to the restaurant every other night and ordering enough food for at least a family of three to eat at what Ayame called the “big bulls table”. Every time he came in, there you were—sometimes serving customers, sometimes preparing food in the back or a small fresh station in front—but always with that same air of mystery. And each time, he found himself studying you, watching your calm movements, your gentle interactions with others as they always commented how much they loved the homely eatery and your hospitality. But despite the intrigue you stirred within him, it remained just that—observations from a distance. His was built from silence and secrets, and Toji didn’t let himself get too close to anyone.

Until the day you spoke to him.

It was late, the dinner rush had long since ended. Toji sat in his usual corner, his bowl of udon half-empty when he noticed you approaching his table. Your expression, as always, was neutral but with an underlying hint of curiosity. You carried a fresh cup of tea as its steam rose, and without asking, you placed it in front of him.

“You’re always here, but you never say a word,” you spoke up, voice as calm as the rest of you. There was no accusation in it, no suspicion—just a simple observation, delivered with a smile that barely reached your eyes. “Are you always this quiet, or is it just the rain that makes you mute and introspective? If so, I understand.”

Toji met your gaze, cold but not unfriendly. His lips twitched, almost amused by your straightforwardness. He didn’t respond immediately, taking a long sip from the tea you offered, feeling the heat travel down his throat. Finally, he set the cup down, the sound of ceramic against wood breaking the silence between you.

“You talk too much for someone who hasn’t introduced themselves yet.”

Your smile widened slightly as if his bluntness only fueled your curiosity. “And you’re too quiet for someone who’s been coming here for weeks.” You raised an eyebrow, looking almost amused at his deflection as you gave your name then sat a napkin down beside his tea. “My folks run this place. Now, what’s yours?”

Toji raised a brow, looking to find the older woman he now knows as Ayame and looking back to you, obvious that there was no blood relation but keeping mute on the subject. “You sure you want to know my name?”

“Unless it's something hideous. Which in that case, don’t bother.”

“You can call me Fushiguro.”

Your lips quirked as you wiped down the table beside him. ‘” To bow, hide or conceal. Black.”

“Hm?’

“Your last name. That’s what it means. Loosely, at least.”

He wasn’t sure if you were bluffing or what. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. He only watched you as you turned away, boots squeaking softly against the floor as you moved back toward the kitchen, leaving him with a name and a sense of unease he couldn’t quite place.

He finished his soup and then left, leaving the half-sipped tea on the table.

It was late afternoon, the light rain now reduced to a gentle drizzle outside the fogged-up windows. Toji decided to break his four day absence and sat in his usual corner of the restaurant, the air thick with the smell of simmering broth and freshly grilled skewers. His eyes followed you as you moved around the dining floor, movements so fluid and practiced that they seemed almost effortless.

He didn't know why he kept coming back here. It wasn’t the food, although it was more than excellent enough to warrant return visits. It was something else. It was wearing a well-loved baseball shirt and those rain boots again.

Every time he watched you, that unsettling, uneasy feeling crept in—the way you hummed to yourself, the way you wiped your hands on the back of her apron without a second thought, how you barely seemed to notice the world outside the restaurant walls. You existed within your own bubble of stillness, seemingly detached from the city’s chaos.

Your existence was familiar. Too familiar.

She’s not her.

The thought hit him hard, but it wasn’t enough to shake the feeling. You worked your way through the restaurant, greeting customers with that quiet smile and something tugged at the back of his mind. The way your eyes glimmered with subtle amusement when a regular and his daughter came in showing you her perfect grade on a test or the quick moment you caught him watching you. The casual way you leaned against the counter to talk to the other staff—it all echoed memories of a woman long gone.

She’d been the same—aloof, unbothered, and yet, there had been something wild and untamable beneath the surface, something that only he had seen. He remembered how she used to cook, standing at the stove with the same absent smile you wore now. He remembered the warmth of her hands, the sound of her voice humming songs he never learned the words to...

His grip tightened around the teacup, fingers curling as the past bled into the present. His jaw clenched, a flash of anger bubbling beneath his skin. How could he let his mind go there? How could he let you—this stranger—remind him of something he had buried long ago?

You stirred up ghost he had no right to revisit.

His late wife’s face flickered in his mind as he envisioned her eyes, her smile—and guilt hit him like a brick. What was he doing, coming back here again and again? Was it nostalgia, or was it something else? He had never been the sentimental type, but now, watching you from across the room, he felt the uncomfortable sting of guilt gnaw at his insides as he looked at you with ire.

Before he could sink deeper into those unwelcome thoughts, his phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, dragging him violently back to reality. The sound was sharp, and intrusive. Toji blinked, exhaling sharply as he let the tension bleed from his knuckles. He reached for his phone, flipping it over to see the name on the screen.

Shiu Kong.

Of course. It was a call he couldn’t ignore.

He brought the phone to his ear, his voice low and controlled as always. “What?”

“Where the hell are you?” Shiu’s voice cut through the static, the irritation clear in his tone. “I’ve been trying to reach you. We need to talk—there’s been a change in plans for the job.”

Toji’s eyes flicked back to your form, which was now cleaning up a table a few feet away, completely oblivious to the storm brewing inside his head. He felt a tightness in his chest, a mix of frustration and something else—something he didn’t want to name.

“I’m busy,” Toji muttered, though his voice lacked the sharpness it usually held.

Shiu sighed on the other end of the line, his impatience clear. “Busy? You can’t be fucking busy, Fushiguro. If you’re calling sitting at one of those fuck ass dives betting and drinking being busy, you really are falling off. This isn’t the time to slack off. We need to wrap this contract up cleanly. You can’t afford distractions.”

Distractions.

Toji’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the back of your head. Was that what this was? A distraction? He had spent too many years knowing exactly what he wanted, what needed to be done, and dealing with it swiftly. But now, this place—you —were pulling at threads he didn’t want unraveled.

“I’ll handle it,” he finally said, his voice flat, his mind snapping back into place. “Send me the arrangements and I’ll be on my way in 20. And don’t call again unless it’s important.”

“Don’t screw this up, Fushiguro,” Shiu warned, though the line was already dead. Toji slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable.

As you turned around and caught his gaze, offering him that usual calm smile, Toji felt the wrath brewing in his chest again, conflict pulling deep inside. He didn’t smile back. Instead, he gave you a curt nod and stood up, making his way out the door.

The rain had picked up again, the sky a dark, relentless gray. Toji stepped outside, feeling the cold drops immediately hitting his head as he walked down the sidewalk, but he didn’t mind. He needed the clarity. The chill grounded him.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked to his apartment, the thoughts of his late wife still lingering in the back of his mind, mingling with the image of your calm, smiling face. Serving him his tea then recalling your plush hips swinging around the corners of the tables as you graced every patron with your service.

Putting a bullet through someone’s chest would probably absolve this little issue he was having. He was sure of it.

Phone buzzing in bursts, Toji quickly took it out and read the text.

14:45

IST, ICA

Ticket information incoming:

This is just another job, he reminded himself. That’s all it ever is.

Toji sat in the dim light of his temporary apartment, the faint hum of Istanbul nightlife filtering through the closed windows. The city had welcomed him back like an old friend—an old, dangerous friend. He’d settled in quickly, taking care of what needed to be done, and now, as he leaned back in his chair, fingers toying with his phone, his mind wandered until he went into his contacts.

Megumi.

It had been months since he’d seen his son in person. Megumi had been living with Gojo Satoru for a while now, far removed from Toji’s world. He wasn’t blind to the fact that Megumi was growing up to be different from him, under Gojo’s care, and it was for the best. Still, something gnawed at him tonight. He wasn’t the type to call to check in without it being planned, as requested by Megumi himself, but Toji took it as a sign that he should call to check in.

His thumb hovered over the contact list on his phone. A deep breath, then a quick press of the button.

The phone rang once. Twice. Then, a familiar, flat voice answered.

“Hello? What do you want.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of Toji’s lips. Straight to the point, as usual.

“Good to hear your voice, too, kid.”

There was a pause on the other end, filled only by the faint rustling of fabric like Megumi had shifted and moved to a quieter spot. Toji could almost imagine the slight furrow of his son's brows, the ever-present look of exasperation in his eyes. It made Toji chuckle under his breath.

“Are you calling for a reason, or is this another one of those rare, cryptic check-ins?”

“You’re getting mouthy,” Toji shot back, but there was no bite in his tone. “I’m out of town on a job and wanted to see how you were doing.”

There was another brief silence, followed by a half-hearted sigh. “I’m fine.”

Typical. Megumi’s responses were always short, rarely offering more than he had to. But Toji wasn’t expecting anything different. He knew his son well enough to understand that ‘I’m fine’ covered everything from mundane boredom to potential life-or-death scenarios. That was the curse of their bloodline—always withholding, always distant.

“Yeah? How’s training been with Gojo? Still going?”

“Unfortunately.” The dryness in Megumi’s voice wasn’t lost on Toji. “He’s still... Gojo.”

Toji chuckled softly. “Sounds like him.”

“Yeah.”

The conversation hit a lull, but Toji didn’t rush it. He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as he tried to gather his thoughts. He wasn’t great at this—fatherly concern, casual conversation. Megumi had been out of his life for a long time, and part of him knew he had no right to ask for more than what his son was willing to give. Toji was appreciative he was even allowed a chance to talk to him. And he knew to be thankful to even Gojo who supported the rekindling.

But tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the rain, the quiet, or the subtle reminder that life moved on regardless of what he was doing in the shadows.

“You’ve got that baseball game coming up, right?” Toji asked after a beat.

Megumi’s tone shifted, not in excitement—never that—but in slight surprise. “Yeah. I told you about that last month.”

Toji nodded, even though Megumi couldn’t see him. He had remembered, and that alone had been on his mind for days now. “I’ll be back in town by then,” he said, his voice lower. “I’ll come watch.”

The silence on the other end of the line grew a little heavier, as though Megumi hadn’t expected that. When he finally spoke, his words were clipped, almost dismissive. “You don’t have to. It’s just a game.”

Toji felt the weight of those words, the subtle layers beneath them. Megumi didn’t ask for much—never had—and maybe part of him didn’t want to expect anything from Toji. But this was something Toji had decided on. He’d be there, even if it was just standing in the shadows, watching his kid on the field.

“I’m coming,” Toji said firmly, cutting off any further objections. “It’ll be the first home game, can’t miss that.”

There was a beat of silence, and then the slightest shift in Megumi’s tone. “Okay.” Not enthusiastic, but it was as close to acceptance as Toji would get.

Toji exhaled, letting the tension in his shoulders relax. It wasn’t much, but it was something. “You practicing enough?” he asked, falling back into the rhythm of conversation, knowing Megumi wouldn’t dive into the details unless prompted.

“Yeah,” Megumi replied. “Gojo keeps bugging me about it, but it’s fine. My swing’s better than his, anyway.”

“Of course it is.” There was the faintest trace of pride in Toji’s voice. Not because baseball meant much to him, but because Megumi always seemed to excel at what he put his mind to. And in some twisted, distant way, that stubborn determination reminded Toji of himself.

“And thanks for the bat. Got it the other day. Just hadn’t had time to call and give a proper thanks.”

“It's cool, kid. I’m glad you got it. Hope it's working for you.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the faint sounds of Megumi moving about in the background. Toji wondered what kind of teenage nonsense his boy was up to. Surrounded by decent people who put him first always, cared for by people like Gojo. His world had become something Toji couldn’t touch unless he was given explicit approval, a place far removed from the blood and shadows of his own past.

“...You good, kid?” Toji asked, his voice rougher now, as if he was trying to dig past the surface. “With everything?”

Another pause, longer this time, and when Megumi spoke, his words were as controlled and measured as ever. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Toji knew better than to push for more. Hard to read, guarded like a stone wall. He’d learned it from Toji himself, whether consciously or not. That was the legacy Toji left him: a life of distance and silence. But despite that, Megumi was surviving. He was finding his way.

“Alright.” Toji cleared his throat, his fingers drumming lightly on the armrest of his chair. “Thanks for taking my call. I’ll see you at the game.”

“Yeah. I guess.” There was a slight hesitation like Megumi wasn’t entirely sure how to end this call either. “...Just don’t stand out.”

Toji smirked. “Don’t worry, kid. You won’t even know I’m there.”

“Good.” Megumi’s voice softened ever so slightly, though his words were still layered with his usual indifference. “I’ll see you, then.”

“Yeah. Take care, Megumi. Call if you need anything.”

The line clicked, and the quiet hum of the city returned, filling the space around Toji. He sat there for a moment, the weight of the conversation settling on him like the lingering rain outside.

Toji stood, stretching his arms before walking over to the window, staring out into the dark, rain-slicked streets. A part of him was still trapped in the life he’d left behind, but Megumi... Megumi was his connection to something real, something outside of the killing, the blood, and the shadows.

The city’s reflection stared back at him as he embraced the stillness of the room as a text came through, Gojo’s name popped up:

“He’s glad you called. Told him to at least say more than “I’m fine” but he’s part Zenin so what more can you expect? 🤷🏼 See you at the game.”

Toji lied down on top of the duvet, sprawling out on the king-size monstrosity as his mind flickered between his late wife, his son, and the new plague that encroached on his mind like a parasite:

You.

dividers from the lovely @/thecutestgrotto <3

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retiredteabag · 4 hours ago

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Disney Princes I Associate With JJK Men - a brief analysis pt. 2

my masterlist

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Suguru - Naveen

This man is canonically a pretty boy, he also has a canon ego on him.

They are both arrogant and somewhat naive, also, in some ways quite selfish. (I lowkey considered Gojo for Naveen but lets be real he is Flynn Ryder)

Obviously, they have their shortcomings: easily influenced, for better or for worse. We saw Naveen become the better version of himself, and sadly this is not true of Geto.

Although he does not reach his positive potential in the jjk manga, I believe he could have, had be been presented with a better influence.

They are free-spirited, laidback, vain, and often seen as lazy, but when motivated, they are dedicated hard workers. Though they both take shortcuts and use others for personal gain, he brings joy to others.

Both are arrogant jocks that deep down, are very nice guys.

Sukuna - Shang

This man is NOT Prince Charming -_-.

I almost picked the Beast, however, I went with Mulan's Shang and here is why:

They are both powerful leaders, commanding and maintaining respect, and holds fast, even when the morals get murky.

He is the most reserved Disney prince, he also struggles to share his feelings with Mulan which I would see as a realistic trait of Sukuna.

He is the toughest, demanding and strict, but also shows care to those loyal to him. (ie. Uraume)

Choso - Hercules

Himbo.

They are earnest men, okay?

Kind and idealistic, he thinks the best of those he is close to and is shocked if he is betrayed.

The Disney adaption of Hercules states that "He would have given anything to be exactly like everybody else" but eventually becomes determined to put his exceptional power to good use. If that's not Choso then I don't know what is.

He is an outisder to both worlds, half man, half curse.

His story brings him to an understanding of where he truly belongs, he is dedicated to his family as well as fighting for the greater good.

uhhh.... an insane build as well.

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Previous one: Nanami, Satoru, and Toji.

All fanart was retrieved from Pinterest, I recognize @hunnismokah here.

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fumiliar · 2 months ago

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toji has a secret tattoo, in a place hidden from the rest of the world. and you wanted to find out what exactly this man was hiding.

"where?" you asked one more time.

"nuh uh, no telling," toji shaking his head once more.

"let me find it then!" you got closer to him as you inspected him. you decided to make a plan, you'd ask him to take off a piece of clothing, if he hesitated, that's the spot.

"take your shirt off," you slowly observed the man.

"if you wanted my clothes off, could've just said so," toji taking off his shirt easily with one arm. "do-"

"your pants," you continued, as the man raised his eyebrows.

"do you want to fuck me or something?" he took off his pants, leaving him with just his boxers in the middle of the living room. "quit staring won'cha, my eyes are up here."

you were lost, no hesitation in any of his movements. his skin was clean, in all the places you'd expect a patch of ink, there was nothing.

"give up?" toji taunted as a smirk slowly came to his lips.

you had an epiphany, his lips. you walked closer to the man, looking pitifully as if you were a kid who got their lollipop stolen. as you got closer, you leaned for a kiss. slowly, your hands reached for his face, landing on his bottom lip. you pulled his bottom lip down finding the tattoo, "kiss me" right on his inner lip. jackpot!

"YES!" you jumped in happiness, releasing his bottom lip. before you do your third jump, you felt large hands grabbing your waist, immobilising you. he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist making you see him eye to eye.

"don't be too excited, now this is a secret between me and you, no one else doll, no one," toji emphasising the last 2 words glaring at your smile.

"ok, kiss me," before toji could respond, you smashed your lips to hip making him shut up, giggling in between kisses.

note: firm believer toji is a man who got a tattoo bcs of a silly dare.

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toyogamii · 16 days ago

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something changed - t.fushiguro

"hey did you-"

"get the apple juice for megs? yeah."

"what about-"

"yes, i also helped him pack his book bag."

toji furrows his brows, unable to remember the last time someone other than him had given his son this kind of affection. most of the time the people he dated looked at megumi with disdain, seeing him as an unfortunate add on rather. but not you, the second you saw megumi your eyes shone, you were elated to meet the little boy.

"... okay," he mumbles, still deep in thought.

"well don't sound too grateful," you tease, kissing his cheek and joining him on the couch, "you alright?"

"yeah just... can't remember the last time i wasn't the only one worried about the brat."

he pictures megumi's face, how his eyes brighten and he doesn't just smile, he laughs when you're around. toji's eyes soften and he can't help but grin at the thought. megumi loved you for sure and so did toji.

shit.

love?

it hit like a ton of bricks as he stared at you. you were rambling on about something or other but he couldn't here a thing. only seeing the slope of your nose and curve of your lips. he didn't think he'd ever be able to fall in love again... not after his first wife died. but here you were, waltzing into his life and taking care of both him and megumi. loving them both so easily...

"toji?"

he bliinks stupidly, his face going blank.

"huh?"

you laugh, that sweet precious laugh of yours pulls at his heart.

"i was asking if we should take megumi to the new water park tomorrow. i think he'd love it."

toji swallows hard then nods.

"yeah... yeah i think thats a good idea."

#toji x y/n #toji x you #toji x reader #toji fluff #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk fluff #1k for 1k! - 1000 follower event!

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tojbnuy · 28 days ago

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“baby stop im trying to read”

“what do you mean ma im just getting warm”

toji was in fact not just getting warm. his big calloused palms were currently underneath your (his) shirt fondling your tits. it wasn’t uncommon for toji to have his hands on your breasts as you read before bed. He used them like stress relievers. warm and soft and comforting to the touch. you had your kindle in one hand and the other placed on his head gently rubbing at his scalp as he nosed his way into the crevice of your neck.

“fuck baby you smell so good. you always smell so clean and vanillery.”

that made you smile.

“yeah i know i smell great.”

he laughed at that because yes you did always smell great. god he was so comfortable right now. nothing on the planet could top this for him. with your boobs in his palms toji could overcome anything. his touch became a bit heated and you knew this would soon be escalating. but you weren’t going to be the one giving in, if he wanted you he was going to have to ask. carefully his fingers began to pinch at your nipples and he knew he had you right where he wanted you when you began to mewl at his touch.

“what are you reading about that’s got you like this baby? are you cheating on me?”

“how’s it cheating if i’m reading you buffoon? and you know exactly why.”

he couldn’t help but smile at the easy banter that was so common between the two of you.

“want me to do to you whatever you’re reading about?”

and just as toji began to hike up your shirt with the intention of putting his mouth to work you both heard a slight little patter of feet on the hard wood floor. you couldn’t see anything due to the darkness in the room but you were pretty sure someone was here. toji lifted his head up with his hands still holding your chest under your shirt and craned his neck over the edge of the bed when he felt a little finger pat his shoulder.

“daddy i did sick”

“oh megs for fucks sake.”

authors note: i didn’t expect to receive so much love on this lil drabble! thank you so much lovely people

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sttoru · 2 months ago

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one thing toji loves to do before fucking your brains out is to ask you ‘where you want him’. and each time without fail, your fingers wrap around his wrist and guide his large, callused and manly hand to your lower tummy.

“mhmm— atta girl,” toji coos and his dick throbs, the bulge painfully obvious through his black boxers. it nearly drives him to the edge as his fingers trail up and down your stomach.

his signature smirk tugs at the scarred corner of his lip. “where’d ya think i’ll reach this time?” the dark-haired man asks. he’s so nasty with it, in a good way. his tongue darts out to wet his lips as the pad of his index finger prods at the skin near your belly button.

“here?” toji hums thoughtfully, knowing this was making you drip onto the sheets below. he knows he’s big— he knows he can rearrange your guts properly and make you cockdrunk without even sticking his dick in your needy cunt, and he thrives off the fact.

“or maybe up here if i put y’r sweet little ass in a mating press,” toji teases while his index finger slides a centimetre upwards. his dirty words are making you moan and buck your hips; a sign of your desperation.

he palms his cock through his boxers for a couple times before hastily tugging at the waistband.

“heh, guess there’s only one way to find out, doll.”

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screampied · 1 month ago

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#WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER? t. fushiguro

☆ sum. you know girl, usually when someone’s about to get stabbed, they scream—not moan. ghostface is supposed to be scary, intimidating, terrifying. but what happens when he’s tall, hot, and has a scar that runs down the right side of his lip? maybe his motive this time was to make you scream out his name in another way. welcome to act three.

wc. 7.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface!toji, pwp, roleplay, unprotected, slight dacryphīlia, glove / mask kink, scream spoilers + references, dumbification, knīfe play, biting, he's crazy but your pússy's crazier, fīngering, riding his face mask, hair pulling, first time squīrt, cunnīlingus, pússy drunk toji, spīt, praise, dirty talk, petnames.

➤ kinktober mlist.

“now girl, what the fuck was that,” a husky voice that sounds a bit muffled murmurs out to you. you’re laid on the ground, quite literally seeing the life flash before your eyes as the edge of his jagged knife glimmers against the ceiling light. peeking one open, you’re met with the covered soulless eyes of an infamous ghostface mask, and he’s tilting his head at you. “did i hear ya right?”

as he hovers over you, you speak in a breathy voice. growing sheepish, you glance away. “um, hear what?”

“you moaned, doll,” he replies, and the cottony flaps of his costume brush against your skin the closer he gets. as the coolly aerating air turns dead silent for a few moments, you could hear the sounds of his irregular breaths – deep sinister breaths . . and for some reason, it makes your thighs clench, and not in fear. “right as i said i was gonna gut ya like a fish,” and your own breathing hitched once his gloved finger strokes down your lip. “and i put the knife riiiiiight down here,” he slowly drags the prop down your nearly torn top, “you moaned right as i was about to strike. why?”

“i think . . you’re hearing things,” you rub the back of your neck, but you left off yet another moan the second he slides a knee between your legs.

“nah,” the masked man jibes, and it’s as if he’s staring right through your clothes. with a gloved hand he pulls up his mask, only showing part of his face. he pulls it down inches below his nose as you glance at his scarred lips that show. “think i heard quite well, princess,” and he slowly grazes the soft end of the knife further and further down your skin. “besides, like i said earlier. . i wanna play a game—and we can start with me asking,” and he pauses, leaning up close to your shell of your ear, warm breath tickling against your lobe. “you’re not wearing panties right now, are ya, princess?”

right at his words—your thighs stuck together and you felt a shiver run down your spine. it’s cold, and it made your eyebrow twitch at how insanely turned on you were.

usually, most people would scream or run—hell, even fight back. but it’s different when it’s you.

as he continued to straddle over you, you could have sworn you saw this movie before. .

and now, here you were—helpless indeed and on the floor as he hovers his weight over you, waving a his knife—(a knife that looks like a sort of cheap knockoff version of the one michael myers walks around with) in your face while his other hand mockingly cups your cheek.

“and if i’m not?” you mumble, fixating your eyes solely on the hole parts that shield his eyes.

it’s like you were staring at empty black voids, and no matter how hard you squinted – you just couldn’t see him at all. all you could make out was white and black plastic mask, and as he tilts his head again, he’s returning the gaze. fuck, each time he head tilts and cocks his head to a certain degree—it’s like he’s challenging you, taunting you even, and you’d constantly feel your thighs squeeze together tighter and tighter.

“ah, well,” he thinks for a moment, feeling his covered eyes bore at your body. in his mind, you looked so pretty sprawled all out and underneath him. with your chest heaving in and out as he continues to strum his gloved fingers down your exposed skin, he hums.

“maybe i’d just have ‘ta take a look for myself,” and your breath hitches again once he slowly drags the whetted edge of the knife down your polka dot blouse. with a loud tearing ‘shiiiiek’, a few of your buttons go loose as he’s easily dividing through the fabric with the blade. “cute, i’m assuming you’re not wearin’ a bra either,” and you felt yourself throb the moment he pauses his hands, staring at your perked tits. “phew,” he whistles, giving your pretty physique a nice three second stare. “nice rack.”

“you . . aren’t gonna—”

“—what, kill ya? oh, no doll. now that wouldn’t be fun,” he purrs, finishing your sentence.

it was almost embarrassing at how your body responded to him. you didn’t just wanted more, you craved it. staring right back at you were those same dark holes of a mask that you desperately wanted to see his true identity.

just who was he?

but judging from his voice though, it was a raspy low. . somewhat sounding of a way of smoker would speak. the voice sounded a bit older and of course—he had the body shape of a fucking tank.

as he lets off a low sigh, he shrugs his broad shoulders. “you’re too pretty for that. besides, i’m hard ‘n that little moan you did nearly ruined me if i’m bein’ honest.”

as a small impish smile forms against your glossed pursed lips, your nerves lessen. you stare up at the man before exhaling slight sudden relief. so you were gonna be in the sequel, score.

“so . . . what, is this the part where i’m supposed to beg for my life, mr. ghostface?” you had nothing really to lose, so why not play around with him for a bit – reverse psychology.

“actually,” he clicks his tongue, swiping a thumb down the keen edge of his dagger. it’s an eerie dead pause that whistles in the air once his gloved hands brush against your skin before he continues.

“this would be the part where you scream,” and as he presses his mask all the way against face, he’s so close that you get a glimpse of his scarred lips that poke underneath the cover. “but fuck it. since y’er not scared yet, guess i’ll have ‘ta get that heart racin’ one way or another.”

and toji—who was apparently his name, does this in no other way but propping himself right between your legs.

long story short, everything escalated quickly. so quickly that one minute you were on the floor quote and quote “fearing” for your life and the next . . ? you find yourself being tossed on your velveteen cushioned sofa, voluntarily spreading your legs out for him like some slut out of a cheesy predictable horror movie.

if you were being completely honest, the real killer was his tongue . . because for the life of you, you just couldn’t get over how sloppy he moved it in different directions.

toji kept his mask on the entire time, but it’s pulled up just a tad bit to where you’re only getting a tiny glimpse of the lower part of his face. the fabric just barely shields the bottom part of his nose as his scarred thin lips press their way against your sopping folds.

“fuuuck,” you’d whimper, preferring this over death any day.

right away, you spot the scar that slashes straight down the right side of his lip and it’s a small but attractive feature. every few seconds, he’d purposely smear that part of his mouth against your cunt, earning out a candied ‘ooh!’ from you. within seconds, your numbed thighs were already starting to stick together – like glue.

letting off a sharp drawn out gasp, you glance near your nightstand and the alarm that sits above it. the time was a quarter past two . . and well, some would ask how you’d even get yourself in this situation.

truth is, you didn’t really know either but you damn sure weren’t exactly complaining either. toji found you a bit strange though.

usually people would run from him but you . . you moaned right as you were about to meet your maker. weird, and he’s heard countless screams but never once like yours. that’s kind of because yours wasn’t even a scream, it was a literal moan.

and he wanted to hear more and more of it.

it intrigued him – you intrigued him, and he sort of wants to make you scream in a whole other way though, especially since he’s got you right where he wants. sprawled all out, legs fucking spread . .

“do you . . have to keep this stupid thing on?” you breathlessly grouse, a cute pout curling against your lips as your hands grab the top of his head.

it sort of irked you how he kept his ghostface mask on the entire duration he’s positioned between your legs. with a tight grip, you yank him forward and he groans against your cunt. toji peppers sloppy kisses against your pudgy folds before staring up at you, a faint smirk twisting against his own lips. huffing out an annoyed exhale, you grump. “ ‘s not like ‘m gonna turn you in or anything. i never even found ghostface scary anywa—”

toji snickers. “yeahhh, right,” and you shiver, watching with low hooded eyes as he gathers a glossy string of spit in his mouth.

as your legs quivered from the single grip of one of his hands, he spits right on your teary pussy, watching the lustrous trail of slime drag down his chin. “i’ll think about it,” and he laps his own mess right up, dexterously creating nasty slosh sounds with his exaggerated smacking lips.

with a teasing pat of his gloved hand, he smears the slick puddle that rests on your entrance before humming. “cute, seems like y’er pussy’s tryna seduce me though.”

you let off a whimper, not knowing how long your legs could remain open as he’s toying with your clit. fat clothed fingers drag their way down your slobbering cunt, drawing various circles and shapes around your knobbling nub as a breath snatches from your full lungs. “s- shit, spit on it ‘s more,” you’d weep, feeling your own lips part into a curling ‘o’ shape as you’re in carnal awe.

“now, doll,” he’d whisper against your folds, slurping you clean and savoring the taste of your bittersweet fervor on his tongue.

toji brings two thick fingers toward the outer part of your clit before it slowly starts to disappear inside. it’s like a magic trick — you watch them slowly disintegrate inside of your sopping cunt and you whimper, feeling them curl their ways inside.

as he’s preparing to pump both digits inside, your tummy caves in and you let off a sweet moan the second his long digits start to scissor inside of you. “since ‘m gonna spare ya, i think it’s time we set some ground rules,” and as his hot breath continues to fan against your twitching sex—your grip tightens near the top part of his mask. “don’t tell me how to eat, yeah?”

a timid whimper was your response and you watch how his lips carve into a haughty smile. with a second thought, toji spanks your cunt and he hums, hearing the wet back-talking chatter of squelches leave from your pussy.

as you’re twitching and pulsating from the tender stimulation—you feel him starting to lay his long tongue flat. starting from bottom to top, he eats out your cunt as if it was served to him on a silver fucking platter. “afraid ‘m gonna need an answer, little girl.”

“y- yes,” you let off a soft shrilling gasp, feeling his callused fingertips prod deep inside your gummy clenching walls. toji’s gloved digits felt scorchingly warm inside you, and with just a swift motion, he twirls them ‘round and ‘round, barreling each long inch inside of your pretty pussy.

god, if his fingers were this long, you only imagined imagined what his dick would feel like. the feeling alone made your stomach flutter uncontrollably as your teeth sink into the skin coating your bottom lip.

this was bad, this was really really bad . .

you were probably breaking every cliche horror movie rule in the book . . or in this case, the script. you were supposed to run, not open your legs. but, what’s the saying? you only live once, and that’s if you survive his tongue.

toji was ruthless.

his head moves back and forth as he munched on your pussy, playfully nipping the pearly edges teeth against your clit. each time he does that, you’re sensitive and you whine out a sweet battle cry, rutting your hips further into his greedy slick mouth. your legs nearly suffocated him but he didn’t care, and each long stripe that he creates with his sticky tongue earns out a bundle of whiny whimpers from you.

you had no panties on, and he was basically eating you out with nothing but a skirt that’s pulled up toward your waist—clinging against your jerking, active hips. “fuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you abruptly gasp, feeling your legs already starting to weaken.

by this point, he’s not even eating your pussy anymore, he’s damn near making out with it. toji’s making out with your pussy – with tongue, and lots lots of it.

he’s creating darting motions with the pointed tip of his tongue, barely batting a single lash of an eye that his chin’s starting to glimmer with sheeny slick. your sheeny slick. as you occasionally look down, you only see that same part of his face that’s shown—but it makes you throb regardless, just imagining just what he really looked like.

you knew he was tall—that much was apparent, a strong burly build and a cocky persona to match.

“yeah? give it to me then,” he interrupts your thoughts as a wolffish grin spreads across his lips like butter.

toji’s thick fingers resume to mercilessly plummet in and out of you and he feels his jaw locking. your taste—he couldn’t get enough of it, and pretty soon he’s the epitome of pussy drunk.

you tasted so sweet, and you let off a whimper once he pulls up his mask just a little bit further. “heh,” he huffs out, and he stops it just at the hem of his button shaped nose. as that same wry smirk compresses against his lips, you spot his dimples stretching out near the corners. leaning all the way in, toji gives your cunt a three second sniff before cupping his lips over your pulsating cunt. “mmph—actually, hold on doll.”

as you’re panting heavily, a look of confusion marinates against your features once you watch him prepare to take off his mask. with a bubbly ‘pop’, toji slowly slides his fingers out of you before glancing at your impatient face.

“ah ah, close ‘em,” he clicks his tongue, watching your pretty clit twitch at his demand.

you pout, feeling a brief sting as you’re being delayed of your long awaited release. with a cute sigh, you place a hand over eyes, your vision turning completely dark. “good girl . . now,” he huffs lowly, and you hear a bit of shuffling. toji sits you up and you feel something place underneath your legs. his voice was close, and it sounds like he’s near the side of you. “cum on my mask, pretty girl. can ya do that for me?”

“uh, okay,” you shakily reply, feeling him prop up your hips to sit right up against the ghostly mouth part. it’s eerily carved into a long hanging oval shape and you moan—feeling how warm it was from the front. it makes you pulse, knowing that his mouth was just behind that exact spot a few seconds ago.

even though your eyes were still covered with your own hand, you feel a daunting chill run down your spine yet again, sensing his cold haunting presence.

whoever he was, he was watching you right now, get off . . on his mask.

you let off a quiet moan as your hips started to rut against the propped plastic. you were drenched, and a bit of slick sticks down against your thighs.

toji feels his dick strain in his ripped jeans as he openly stares like a stalker — pretty, you looked so pretty like this. grinding your sweet cunt against the mask he wears on a daily. now that he thinks about it, it’d be a pretty good souvenir.

“touch yourself too,” he’d rasp, kneeling down closer to you. toji gets behind you, and you whimper once you feel the frigid edge of his knife slowly drag down your skin. he starts a trail, and he’s safe surprisingly—making sure to not nip your skin, but it’s close enough to where you feel the coldness of the steel.

as your needy whines pitch louder, you find yourself now guiding a hand near your bouncing breasts. a bit of the ripped fabric of your blouse runs against your fingertips and toji feels himself getting more hard just watching you. “yeah, baby. that’s it. get my fuckin’ mask wet so i can taste it after.”

“tojiiii, ‘m cumming—fuck,” and as he’s got one of his own hands grabbing onto your left tit, you end up finishing.

you’re cutely hysterical, creaming all on the mouth part of his mask as shame swells in your chest. “ngh, fuck fuck.” you babble, your thighs submitting defeat as he pulls you back against his chest. it felt hard, and you couldn’t help but imagine how built he probably was.

toji presses a cold kiss near the left side of your neck. his frigid lips makes you whimper as your head tilts to the left.

his touch . . you only wanted more, and he could tell from the way that the hand that was at first cupping your breast now starts to reach toward his wrist. “atta girl,” he whispers, and right as you were about to remove your other hand off your eyes, he places his own back over your face. “nice try, sweetheart. gotta be patient.”

you continue to pout, and toji slides the drenched front part of his mask from underneath your legs and brings it up to his lips. “mhm, would ya look at that,” and as you’re panting on his chest, still frantic from your recent orgasm, you hear him cleaning it off with his tongue.

he trails his tongue to where your cunt sat against the mouth part, lapping it up and relishes in your sweet taste entirely. “fuck, sweetest thing i’ve had in a while.”

you dig your nails into his thigh as you’re trying to get over your high, speaking in a needy voice.

“t.. toji,” and he finds it cute how you’re speaking through gritted teeth. he could tell you were annoyed with him, how you weren’t fond of his teasing at all.

“hm, what is it?” he replies, giving his mask a satisfied glance once he finishes. it shines in the dim light—and he licks his lips as the right side of his mouth twitches into a devious simper.

“can . . can i have a kiss?” and the words came out of your mouth oh so sweetly.

you don’t know what came over you, but your body was just fed up. something was screaming at you, hollering at you to get a taste. you throbbed, secretly yearning to feel his lips crash on yours. the entire time he was buried between your legs, it was all you thought about, constantly.

toji hums, tilting his head as he faces you. “a kiss, huh?” and he’s still got a hand covering your eyes.

he ponders about it for a while before a low guffaw leaves from his thin lips. “aw, you want a taste of yourself too, don’t you dirty girl?” and once you shamelessly nod in response, toji’s shoulders drop. “fine, you’ll get that kiss. c’mere,”

and you could feel him inching closer and closer closer. toji’s cologne was loud—it’s a manly musk of what you think was rosemary and cedarwood.

it practically blinds the insides of your flared nostrils the more he closes the awkward distance between you both. your cunt’s pulses start to quicken before he’s merely just inches away from your lips now. “stupid, stupid girl,” he pulls your bottom lip down with a gloved finger, and that’s when he stares at your pretty plump lips before whispering. “beg me.”

“i’m not gonna—”

“no beg, no fuckin’ kiss,” he cuts you off, and you grumble. it was almost embarrassing at how your pussy gave away your true dirty feelings. you continued to twitch, and you let off a defeated sigh once his smears a thumb over your wet lips.

“please . . please, kiss me,” and as you speak, he continues to softly caress the curvature of your mouth. you could hear him breathing from behind the mask. it was short raspy breaths and what would usually frighten most people, turned you on.

toji runs a hand through his jet black tresses before a cunning smirk pierces the corners of his lips. “that’s more like it,” and his lips were almost touching yours – almost, a mere breath away.

you could never get over how deep his voice. it’s as if he didn’t need a voice changer like the ones they’d always use in the movies. his was naturally just as gritty, just as husky.

“obedient . . good,” and as he playfully licks near your bottom lip, toji grunts, “mouth, open.”

you moan, feeling his hand reach between your legs, squeezing your pussy. once your lips part and your mouth opens, toji spits right inside, staring as your cute tongue tries to catch it all.

it’s quick, and before you knew it – his lips hurriedly crash onto yours. within seconds, teeth starts to clash amongst each other and you helplessly whine in his mouth. this, this was what you wanted. a kiss.

one gloved hand of his remains covered over your eyes whilst another snakes its way between your legs. toji’s rubbing against your cunt, feeling your cute hips grind against him as you try to squirm and writhe. you were still so tender. his mouth was cold, and you can’t help but moan at the literal taste of yourself washing back against your tongue.

you feel his scar that slants down the right side of his lip rub off against your lips and his lips curve into a sly smirk. “nasty girl,” he murmurs between hot kisses, and you gasp once he starts to maneuver quicker circles against your cunt.

you were soaked already, still sensitive from your recent release but that’s when he lies you back down. as you fall down on the sofa, toji deepens the kiss for a few extra seconds, abruptly pulling away. a pretty decorated string of glittery saliva tugs away from both lips and he wipes your wet mouth, snickering. “such a damn baby. got me spoilin’ you already, tch.”

he’s still got your eyes covered, but that’s right when you reach out . . not expecting your hand to grab near his hardened bulge that hides underneath his cloak.

toji pauses, staring at you before you squeeze it and he groans. “what now, doll? still not satisfied?”

“fuck me,” you murmur, but it’s more of a pathetic whine.

you didn’t care anymore—you were at your wits ends. the erotic two words and six letters easily flowed past your lips as if you were dying to say it for the longest, and in this case – you were.

toji’s amused more than anything, and he’s well aware that you’re far not like the others.

this wasn’t just a usual psycho killer versus helpless victim, this was something more . .

“strong words, baby,” he purrs against your ear, licking a stripe down your neck. toji holds your weak rickety hips in place, still shielding your eyes with his palm before showering a good part of your collarbone with a plethora of sloppy kisses.

uh oh, he was starting to get attached. already, he could feel it . . and he knew you were gonna be nothing but a fucking problem in the long run.

a problem he didn’t mind tampering with for a bit.

“say it again,” he whispers, and this time he picks up his knife once more.

it gradually tears down your blouse all the way from the center, openly staring your tits spring open. “tell me what you want me ‘ta do to you again,” and as his husky voice lowers a single octave within each coarse sentence, you squeeze your thighs together.

toji focuses the edge of his knife against your skin and you shiver, feeling it softly brush against the bristles of hair that coat your skin.

the thing that pissed him off though was that you weren’t even scared of him . . no, far from it actually.

you were aroused—hell, maybe even just as crazy as him.

“fuck me, toji.” you repeat, taking it upon yourself to grab the handle of the knife. he raises a brow as he watches, and you bring the wooden end up to your lips, deciding to be a tease and lowering your mouth down it. toji huffs, growing annoyed at your audacity — but fuck, he’s into it.

and all he’s imagining at the moment is your pretty lips that’s wrapped around the handle of his knife being wrapped around his dick instead. you start sucking on it until it taps near the scaled back of your throat, reaching past the roof of your mouth and he scoffs.

brat.

“got some nerve, suckin’ on my damn knife, girl,” and he snatches it away, softly turning you around, pushing you near the right arm of the couch.

you gasp, feeling him swat a hand against your bare ass before he grabs your hips. his movements were so fast that you could barely keep up let alone react. “fine, i’ll fuck you,” and he’s not covering your eyes anymore.

right as you were about to turn around, toji grabs the back of your neck with a gloved hand, tittering. “don’t try me. eyes forward, head down,” and you moan, feeling him pick your hips up—making your rear grind and jostle against his hardening bulge. “ass. fuckin’. up.”

you kiss your teeth, feeling another breath of air leave out your lungs before you whine. toji’s rough, and he’s got a firm grip against your waist before springing out his dick. he grunts, rolling his eyes as he watches you impatiently wriggle your ass, hoping he’d hurry up already.

“can’t wait, can ya baby?” he utters, stroking his length.

as a thumb of his nearly grazes his throbbing vein, his eyes gaze toward your sopping creamy pussy. all wet, and just for him. the antagonizing wait for him to just fuck you like you wanted became almost unbearable, and the second you feel his tip side-swipe against the entrance of your cunt it was over.

a swollen fat tip smacks vigorously against your pussy, and one smack turns into two, then three, then four. .

as he’s slapping his mushroomy cockhead against your drooling pool of heat, you hear a low chortle from behind you. “god, she’s a fuckin’ wet one, ain’t she?” and you whine, hearing yourself squelch each time his angry tip whacks against your poor soddened flaps. ‘whack’ after ‘whack’ and the sounds of his dick slapping against your pussy slowly started to clank through one ear of yours and out the other.

but doing so—the pulsing sensation between your legs only increased, and by now, you were starting to chew on your tongue.

anticipation was eating away at you as you let off a moan, cutely grumbling. “just fuck me already.”

“how ‘bout i leave you ‘n let you fuck yourself,” he snaps back, matching your sass.

oh. you weren’t really used to someone matching your energy—especially a masked man walking around in a ghostface mask but well, that’s besides the point.

toji’s still got a gloved hand wrapped around his hefty length that’s covered in lighting-like twitching veins before he groans.

he’s so fucking hard . . and the more he stares at your pretty sobbing cunt, the more he understands why. “don’t think you’d like that now though, would ya?”

“n- no,” you reply truthfully, letting off a pornographic moan once he starts to align himself between your gaping slit.

it’s fat, and you could tell from the feeling of the size of his monstrous tip alone. you sort of wished you were facing him but alas, you’d just have to use your imagination for now. “fuckk,” you breathe, already starting to feel your eyes rolling back.

the stretch, god the stretch. you thought his fingers was something but it’s nothing compared to his cock. your toes were already curling up, and oh, you knew you were fucked.

toji’s got a few curly black specks of hair that resides near his base—and as he’s slowly easing himself inside, he feels you tightening. right as you do, you feel a vein that runs down his shaft prod.

he feels it – you feel it, and you both hiss in unison. “goddamn,” he grumbles, staring as your own sappy slick starts to glue against his sculptured pelvis. tiny glimmering strands stick and tape against his skin all because of you and it’s just messy. toji smacks your ass one more time before lightly pushing your head into the satiny covered pillow. “move, move those hips or ‘m gonna pull out, doll.”

“mmph—s- so fuckin’ big,” you babble, bringing a bawled up fist into your mouth.

your sweet moans become muffled as his dick’s gradually expanding through your gummy walls, leaving his very mark with his tip. he’s rummaging through every part of you and you gasp—feeling your cunt welcome him wholly, your squelches becoming louder and louder. your tummy starts to churn the more he sinks in deeper and your lips form into a cute gasping shape. “oh, fuck. ‘s gonna break me, toji.”

“pft. don’t be dramatic doll,” he purrs, swatting another smack against your ass. the shape brief sting that only lasts for about five seconds makes you moan once your hips finally starts to move.

it takes a few lengthy seconds before with a wet ‘pop’, he bottoms out. so . . much . . girth, your empty brain was spinning cogwheels, trying to process just how could a guy be this fucking big.

your reaction to how well he stretched you of course, fueled a good portion of his highly cocky ego.

toji’s got a hooked curve too—and you feel it all. toji teasingly gives you one thrust, just one single thrust and you felt like you were gonna snap in half. it was that much power of his hips—you felt the wind get snatched out of you and the prettiest moan left from your lips.

biting down on your lip again, you’re feeling all of his hefty length massage the insides of your cunt. milliseconds shortly past before you then start to feel yourself shamelessly drooling on your split knuckles.

“fuck, fuck,” you chant in a quiet mumble, seeing nothing but inky black as your eyelids continue to flutter open and close.

toji had the kind of size that left butterflies in your tummy – a school of them to be specific, and you felt every single inch of him plummet its way inside. as you’re still babbling incoherent whimpers and whines at how snug he’s buried in you—toji starts to move faster with you.

with two hands, he holds you in place. darkened brows of his crease into a furrow as he sighs. “mhm, atta girl. see, look at you,” and you could hear the playful sarcasm seeping off his tone.

“takin’ it like a fuckin’—champ,” and right at that last word of his sentence, he starts to roll his hips just a bit quicker.

toji tries to match your berserk movement with his own hips, but he ends up beating your pace entirely. you’re trying to keep up but failing miserably and it’s just so cute. . but your face probably wasn’t as cute.

you probably looked a sight—mouth all open, jaw dropped and dangling, eyes bulging, pathetically drooling for more and more and . . you get it.

“hng, harder. fuck me,” you whine, the sound of skin and hips clashing repeating in your ears.

your sloppy cunt’s soaking him from the back, and his backshots were just brutal – killer.

each thrust serves its purpose every time and you’re left speechless. after a while, both bodies start to move rhythmically as your jaw’s just dangling.

damn, randy meeks would be shaking his head, tossing ‘n turning in his grave if he saw this.

under no circumstances . . never ever fuck the masked killer, and yet here you were.

but, who gives a fuck about movies?

you didn’t—not really, and when he had a mean stroke game like toji, you weren’t the type to complain. he’s hitting you deep with his fat splitting tip, filthily cruising his hips into you at such precise vigor until you’re just spouting a whole load of nothin’.

“ugh, right there. right fuckin’ there, fuck,” and you let off a cooing mewl once toji’s hand wraps around your throat.

with a few fingers, he gives you a safe squeeze that earns out a faint gasping croak from the back of your throat. toji uses your neck as leverage as he’s pounding into you rawly, ravaging your insides and all. your pearled clit’s repeatedly getting hit with his plump crown and you gasp, squeaking loudly once he taps against your precious g-spot.

all of a sudden, your brain’s fuzzy and you’re seeing stars—somewhat like a cartoon character. you were silly, literally being fucked silly. “fuuuck!” and it catches you by surprise.

once he reaches past that cute ‘lil spongey barrier of yours, it was over.

you were pronounced dead—dead from cock, and pretty soon you were starting to feel yourself go into a lewd white fantasm for a few seconds.

you’re dumb, dumbly fucked stupid from his sloppy enticing hits that you could barely speak coherently. it felt good, it felt so fucking good, and as you feel his heavy base slam back into you again and again, you start to moan. “yeah, i know, i know, baby,” toji huffs, and your cunt’s just addictive. your walls cling onto him tightly, hugging around him like a vice—threatening to never let go.

your sheer sweltering warmth from the inside makes his head slightly toss back to a certain degree and it’s sexy. if only you were to see it. “god, clampin’ down on me so good. work those hips baby, yeah. give me a fuckin’ show.”

as you try to match his crazed tempo. . eventually, you start to feel a tender feeling arise in the lower part of your tummy.

its familiar, and you can recognize that hot brewing sensation from anywhere. you’re close, and as wanton shrilling whines continue to drag away from your lips you start to spasm.

“fuuucck, toji something’s coming,” you whimper, dragging out your words, and you don’t think it was a regular orgasm.

it was far different . . the feeling was equivalent to someone harshly pressing a palm down on your stomach. your eyes squeeze shut before you repeat yourself through quivering glossed lips. “toji, ‘m gonna—”

“yeah yeah, i heard ya,” he maunders, and he’s feeling himself reaching his inevitable peak too.

it doesn’t take long before he feels the undersides of his meaty thighs starting to burn with hot intensity. toji’s fat cock continues to drag in and out of your goopy walls, hearing you squelch over and over him and he snarls. “fuck,” and he punctuates his thrusts, watching as your ass swiftly slams back into him at such speed. his abs that hide underneath his dark cloak tensing. “same time, baby. finish with me.”

“o.. okay,” you moan, and he’s still got a gloved hand wrapped around your throat the entire time. a thumb of his caresses down your nape, humming at your pretty twitching body underneath him.

it’s a sight he’d love to get used to.

as you’re both chasing your delirious orgasmic peaks—toji presents to your cunt one final thrust that sends your entire body into a crazed stupefied state. your plush cheek near the left side of your face smushes against the pillow before you whimper, starting to feel yourself spritz on him.

your eyes widen as it happens. a spraying geyser shoots out you as you let go—and oh, you’re soaking toji right with you, glossing his entire cock from the base down.

“oh my god, fuck, fuh—fuck!” you sob in craving pleasure, flapping eyelids sticking together from the pretty glassy tears that start to form. so good, it’s a feeling you’ve never felt before and you felt like a weight was gradually being lifted off your shoulders . . including your sweet pussy.

toji finishes seconds later and he groans, stilling his hips against you. creamy velvety bundles of ribbons pours into your cunt and he lets off a low growl. “fuck,” and his hand smacks against your ass again for the nth time.

you felt warm as he’s continuing to spill such a mass amount whilst at the exact same time, you’re drenching his cock – putting faucets to shame at just how damn wet you were.

toji’s cock eventually turns flaccid and soft as his tip and peeled frenulum spits a good amount, watching your body limp underneath him.

with a sly exhausted grin stretching across his scarred lips, he traces his fingers down your spine. “my, oh my,” and you whine, finally finishing. toji stares at your body, feeling you weakly writhe your hips before finally submitting defeat. “did you jus . . fuckin’ squirt on me, pretty girl?”

you did,

and you end up dampening up the cushions of your burgundy colored sofa in the process. you felt like you were floating, panting and heaving ridiculously like a dog. toji brings his hips to a sudden stop, gazing at the ivory wads and ropes of cum that fill inside of your cunt.

slowly but surely . . it starts to race down the crevices of your thighs, splotches of white splattering against your skin. in a dirty, filthy way, it’s pretty – in toji’s mind at least.

he luxuriated at the sight of you all fucked out and speechless. not a word came from your lips except for the occasional whimpers and moaning sobs that would tear out your throat. you were still arched over, moaning once you feel him slowly starting to pull out. “ain’t that a pretty sight,” he rasps, hearing his cock sweetly ‘pop’ out of your creamy fat folds.

you’re oozing out with so so much of his gooey lush cum and it makes him licks his lips. you looked delicious, and he couldn’t help but swipe a finger down your runny cunt, bringing his eager digit up to his lips just to get a taste for himself.

toji was a nasty man—but with the way you tasted, he was even nastier.

as he licks his gloved finger that contains the concoction mess of both sappy liquids, he hums in amusement. “mhm,” and as his leafy viridescent colored eyes linger down towards your cunt, he smears his leaky tip over your pussy.

toji grunts, making sure to paint the entirety of your entrance with his pasty cum that sobs down parched folds. “good girl, good . . fuckin’ girl.”

toji stays like that for a while, and it’s only after an abrupt pausing moment that he makes you turn around to face him. he makes you lie flat on your back, and there, you’re met with the eyes of a handsome smug man. his features were as sly as his attitude, and his ruffled black hair was naturally messy.

“surprise,” he mutters, and you intake a breath once he gets on top of you again. toji doesn’t have the mask on anymore—but he still has on the costume part, a ghoulish black cloak that had slits near the edges of his sleeves. “scared yet?”

“not . . really,” you sheepishly say, slowly trailing your eyes down his body.

squinting just enough, you saw right through the outline of his muscular frame. he was fucking ripped, and you felt yourself throb the moment you started to imagine him wrapping those big burly arms around your—

“figures,” he scoffs, though his tone’s a bit more playful than annoyed. toji runs a big veiny hand through his hair before bringing his watch up to his face. wrinkling his nose, he hums. “gotta run, doll. ‘s been fun.”

a pout pulls against both sides of your lips as he says he has to depart. sure, you didn’t exactly expect him to stay . . well who were you kidding, you sort of did. but you knew he had to go.

your thighs stick together as he remains on top of you, watching him pull his mask back on. with a slightly worn out voice, you murmur. “you can’t stay?”

“no, i can’t stay,” he snickers, knowing you wanted more. toji’s head friskily tilts as you stare at him with a cute doe-eyed expression, still pouting and he rolls his eyes behind the mask. “god, fine. greedy little thing aren’t ‘cha?”

and you hear a bit of shuffling, watching him fish a hand in his pocket as his jeans were now pulled up and made presentable again. toji grabs a sharpie out of his pocket before pulling your waist closer toward him. “tsk. stay still,” and you’re curious to what he was about to do, not daring to move an inch.

you’re all bare and exposed, and you let off a soft exhale once he starts to write something right below your belly button. just a few more inches down and he’d be writing on your pussy.

it lasts for about seven seconds before he stops, adding a heart near the end of what was a ten digit phone number.

“alright, princess. here’s my number. whenever you’re feelin’ horny, just give me a call, yeah?”

and before you could even reply, he leans up to you—pulling up his ghostface mask over his lips, giving you a long teasing kiss. you moan into his mouth, smelling a scent of his cologne before he leisurely pulls away. toji whispers against your lips for one final time before pressing a thumb toward your throat.

“i’ll always come back.”

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