summary: toji decides to take his pretty little stepdaughter out for a picnic
pairing: toji fushiguro x stepdaughter!reader
wc: 4k
warnings: smut under the cut + dark content (stepcest) + public sex + spitting + pussy/ass eating + mating press + breeding kink + comparison + dumbification + dacryphilia + ‘daddy’ + creampie + overstimulation + infidelity + praise + degrading + squirting + age gap (15 years) + slut shaming + lmk if i missed anything mwah
others: inspired by these videos: 1 2, unedited
toji never really cared for your mother. she was decent, had a good job and held his attention for long enough. it didn’t take a genius to know you hated her, though. you were hostile whenever you were home and spent most of your time far away from her in the mansion you called home.
you were home for your brief holiday before you began grad school, and toji had failed to keep his eyes off of you from the beginning. when he came home to were laying on a pool chair wearing the tiniest fucking bikini he’s ever seen. you’d barely looked over your sunglasses to greet him. that was the first time he wanted to bend you over, though excitedly not the last.
you barely spoke to anyone while you were home despite your mother pestering you about getting to know toji. they got married while you were out of the country, not that you’d bothered making an effort to see her or him anyway. however, toji was enjoying watching you shift in false discomfort when your mom suggested you two go off and do something together while she works. he watches the way your legs cross and your eyes light up albeit subtly. that’s why he takes the perfect opportunity to smile evenly at your mother.
“we could go out for a picnic. it’ll be an easy way to get along. everyone likes food.” toji’s lips quirk up into something more sinister, but no one seemed to notice but you. you arch an eyebrow at him and glance down at your phone briefly for the time. “it’s almost 4, a little later for lunch don’t you think? plus, it’s getting dark soon.” excuses. toji clicks his tongue in false approval, knowing damn well you’re trying your best not to be alone with him. and you are. because you have no idea what you’ll do if you’re left with him.
“you afraid of the dark, sweetheart?” he snarks easily at you, jutting his chin slightly. you puff air from your nose, rolling your eyes irritatedly at him. oh, how he wished to make them roll differently. “no. i'm worried about the people wandering parks at night.” oh? toji smiles but decides against voicing the nasty thought that ran through his head. “listen, we’ll head out to the park and you can go ahead on to work. don’t worry about us, honey. we’ll get along just fine.” toji’s eyes cut to you briefly as he speaks but most of his words are focused on your mom.
oblivious to the rising tension between you two, she smiles and claps her hands excitedly. “good! good! okay, i really have to go but i love you two. send me pictures and be safe!” she kisses the side of your head (much to your dismay) before kissing toji. she’s out of the door faster then you can blink and you slowly realize exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into. toji watches you carefully before he decides whether he wants to make his next move now or later. your legs are tensing, he can see that because of those tiny fucking shorts you have on. you’re biting down on your lip and scrolling aimlessly on your phone.
he steps closer to the couch and hesitates, looking down at you before resting his hands on your shoulders. “i think you should go get ready,” he purrs, letting his hands slide forward just slightly. you jolt but pretend that you hadn’t, swallowing thickly. “don’t need to stay out late, you know. we don’t know who might be wandering the park at night.” suddenly you hate yourself for speaking earlier but also thank yourself because the chills running down your spine are unimaginable.
"you're right." you murmur in response. "maybe we shouldn't go at all, would be much easier." you side-eye him out of the corner of your eye. toji ignores how you're glaring at him, settling for leaning down to whisper in your ear. "i'm going to put some finger food in one of those cooling bags your mom has. by the time i'm done, you better be down here. understood?" his voice is light, but there's a certain edge to it that makes you sit up straight.
you swallow and turn to face him fully. you've given up on distracting yourself with your phone, your heart is fluttering and your pussy clenching at his tone. "whatever." your voice shakes but you ignore it for the sake of your sanity. toji's jaw clenches but he doesn't work to say much. you finally stand to push past him on the other side of the couch, glancing up at him briefly as you go.
toji felt irritated, but he decided it was all in due time. he'd have his way with you one way or another. and this stupid little date would be perfect. perfect for him to fill your cunt.
that's exactly how you found yourself on your stomach, clawing at the blanket toji had oh-so gently sat down earlier. his strong hands grip the fat of your ass cheeks, spreading them so he can spit on your asshole. you clench subconsciously, whining softly at the foreign feeling. "shut up." toji hisses as he watches the glob of spit slide from your asshole and down your already wet folds.
"you're already showing me this fucking hole in public, you wanna get caught too? fucking slut." his words go straight to your pussy as it clenches around nothing. his tongue slides around the skin near your asshole. he teases you with long slow licks nearing closer and closer to your puckered hole. he wants to ease his fingers inside your ass and threaten to fuck the tight hole, but he needs to know how your cunt feels. he needs to know how tight the pussy you've been teasing him with is.
you dig your face impossibly deeper into the soft blanket underneath you. your fingers are already clenching the blanket and if you moan any louder someone will know exactly what's going on in your little secluded section of the park. toji's ministrations don't cease at your whines. instead, he slips his tongue in your ass while his fingers dig into your ass cheeks to pull them apart further.
"pretty fucking ass." he mumbles, pulling away briefly to admire the slick forming. "you've never had this ass eaten before? tell me, baby." you tilt your head back briefly to attempt to make eye contact with him, but this notion fails when he places harsh smacks on both of your ass cheeks. your back bends as you moan with a shaky hand covering your mouth.
he watches your ass and pussy clench around nothing, begging to be filled. toji traces his fingers along your pussy lips, laughing darkly when your cunt twitches in anticipation. "don't be a slut, baby. wait patiently and i'll give you what you want." the words are ironic coming from him because if it was up to him, he'd have fucked you into the ground by now. however, you looked so fucking good and you deserved to be ruined. so he'd ruin you.
his fingers slowly slide into your cunt, eliciting a loud squish! as they enter you. somehow there's already cum sliding down his fingers and he lets out the harshest scoff. "how long has it been? barely started eating this-" he emphasizes his point by thumbing at your asshole. "fucking hole and the other one 's wet? slutty, slutty baby. should've fucked you sooner."
if you weren't already feeling the effects of toji on you you'd have refuted his claim. he shouldn't have thought of fucking you at all...but you liked it. you wanted your stepdad to take time out of his day, out of his work week to fuck you. you wanted to feel bad and be scared to get caught as he filled you the exact way you needed to be filled. you wanted to sob an cry while his cock stretched you beyond what you’re used to.
toji’s tongue returns to your ass while his fingers slowly begin to pump in and out of you. his tongue ignores the resistance of your hole, pushing through to lick sloppily at the inside. every time his tongue slips inside it comes back out with a soft pop!, and the sound mixes with the loud wet noises coming from your poor cunt. toji’s fingers start to pick up the deeper he begins to get in your ass.
toji shifts slightly from behind you, adjusting to he can use his free hand to put his thumb in your ass. he laughs at the way you clench around his fingers. you’re so fucking needy. your pussy sucks his fingers in deeper every time he pulls out to thrust back in. “you always this fucking tight? or you just been waiting for this?” you whine, freeing your hand from your mouth to grip his wrist.
“i haven’t-! no! i’m not like that!” you cry desperately. toji snorts, pulling his thick fingers out of you to watch your reaction. your hips stutter, pausing briefly before shaking back against him to search for that fullness you’d lost. “‘not like that’? this pussy’s hungry for me and i ain’ even fed her properly. do you dream about this?” you shake your head again, parting your lips to argue with him when he shoves his fingers back into you.
you cry out again, softer this time despite your lack of secrecy the second he slipped his fingers into your cunt. toji laughs, kissing up your neck and across your jaw before landing at the corner of your lips. “shhh, baby girl.” he coos, kissing your lips as his fingers begin to piston in and out of you. your moans are swallowed my his hungry lips as they move against yours, sloppy and uncoordinated kisses being exchanged between the two of you. toji’s tongue slides against your lips before finding its way inside your mouth, wrapping around your tongue sloppily. you groan louder when his fingers find that spot deep inside of you, roughly pressing at the soft spot.
your hips twitch erratically at the newfound pleasure of having your g-spot abused. toji pulls away from your mouth, watching the fucked expression on your face as he dug his fingers further in you. he watches the way your eyes water and your lips pout before parting into a ‘o’ shape. you’re so fucking pretty, he really just cannot help himself. “behave and i’ll let you cum the first time.” he purrs sweetly, pressing a kiss to your parted lips.
toji doesn’t give you a real chance to reply. by the time you’ve barely come to your senses to reply, you feel his hot tongue nudging its way back into you. his fingers pump into you in quick, short pumps as his tongue assaults your asshole. he pulls away to spit harshly onto your open hole, chuckling lowly to himself as it winks back at him. you’re overwhelmed. you’ve never had someone pay so much attention to your ass, let alone lick at it like you’re some kind of dessert. you push your ass further into his face, desperate for the feeling to continue.
you start to feel that burning feeling in your tummy, your heart’s pounding and you temporarily forget you’re outside. you’ve forgotten toji’s words about being quiet but you still find yourself covering your mouth. this feels wrong, but it feels so so good. you sob loudly as a third finger slides into your pussy, glancing back at toji who only meets your gaze. you can see the smugness in his face and it does little to nothing to deter your orgasm. your face pinches, thighs tensing as the burning sensation overcomes you. “‘m gonna- oh fuck!”
the noise that leaves your throat is inhuman. you rock forward at the strength of your orgasm as your cunt flutters around toji’s fingers. you thought he’d stop but you can still feel his fingers pumping in and out of you still. toji’s tongue somehow finds itself deeper into your ass as you cum. the sensation renders you speechless, your voice escaping you. “don’t worry baby we’re not done.” toji shifts behind you, sliding his fingers from your drooling cunt. he presses a wet kiss to your asshole before pulling away completely. he spreads his fingers to watch your slick nearly keep them together, thick strings of cum spreading between each finger.
“don’t spent too much time coming down. i still have to fuck this pretty pussy.” he slaps your pussy for emphasis, laughing when you find your voice again to whine at the pain. "no toji. can't" you mumble into the blanket. your chest moves rapidly as you try to gather yourself. despite your protests, your pussy clenches as the cold air hits you with toji moving out of the way. your hips jut much to your annoyance, hips shifting forward and away from imaginary fingers.
"shh, sweet girl. daddy's gonna give ya what ya need." he murmurs, laughing to himself when your asshole clenched. toji teases your pussy, sliding his fat tip up and down your pretty, drenched pussy. he watches as his tip starts to glisten from your slick, the way his cock slides easily against you from how wet you are. he slaps his cock against you one more time before he decides to pull away, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
he slaps your ass with a sense of finality, gripping your hips. "turn over, baby girl. c'mon. don't make me wait." you push up on shaky arms to turn yourself over. somehow, the top of your sundress had stayed up and you were hoping he'd allow you that sense of conservation. knowing toji, though, he wouldn't. and he didn't. the second you turned over his hand was on the top of your dress, pulling it down to free your tits.
toji palms your tits roughly, pulling at your nipples as he ground his cock against you. his eyes flicker over you, the way your lips are parted and drool escapes them. he watches your lashes flutter as you blink in a futile attempt to become more aware. your dress is a little damp from both of your fluids, and your pussy looks so so pretty in this position. he's won the jackpot, he thinks. if only he married this pussy.
"enough. you ready for this, pretty girl?" you grunt harshly under him, glancing up at him to nod. toji slaps his cock against you one more time before beginning to slide into you. his fat tip begins to press into you, forcing a soft sob from your throat. it's an uncomfortable feeling because he's so big. you've been fucked before—plenty of times—but toji's cock is stretching you wide enough for you to be nervous. he'd had you on your stomach so long you hadn't gotten a chance to see how big he was. clearly, he was big enough to split you in half.
"toji..” you pause to frown up at him. “‘s not gonna fit.” he's nearly as thick as a soda can and long enough for you to be concerned. still, you peek at him through your lashes to beg him to stop or slow down. toji only rolls his eyes. "we're gonna make it fit, pretty baby. can you do that f'me? hmmm?" he settles his hands on either side of you, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. your eyes shift over his face, flickering up to his eyes before slowly making their way down to his lips.
if you hadn't gulped already toji would be convinced you were joking. you were questioning the fit but the way you were squeezing him--the way you gushed, toji knew you weren't scared. his hips shift as he pushes further into you. he smashes his lips against yours before you can cry out, quieting your moans and loud pleas. he knows you can take it because you're his good girl. you'd just have to prove it. "tight fucking cunt." he hisses against your mouth, shifting his hips forward once more. "not even halfway and she's tryna bully me out. why 's that, hm? she too shy? can't take this fucking dick?"
you whine against his lips, sniffling softly as tears begin to spill. "no, no! you're too big, toji. i can't- can't take it! please!" your cries fall on deaf ears as toji presses down on your hips to slide further into you. he watches you squirm with a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. your body is warm and the tears that slip from your eyes are scorching. he watches in pure satisfaction as your cunt clenches tightly around him the further he digs into you. "bet this pussy wasn't shy when you were in college." he tuts at you, releasing one side of your hip to spank your clit.
he relishes the way your hips twitch and your back arches. you're so fucking responsive. "remember your mom said you're a sorority girl. how many times were you gettin' fucked in the bathroom? now you wanna tell me 's too big? you're my little slut, baby. you can take it." you're not gonna tell him when you can take it and, frankly, toji doesn't care. his eyebrows twitch in annoyance at your escalating whines. you've come to your senses because you're pushing at his stomach. your eyes are closed in both discomfort and pleasure, and tears are starting to accumulate on the blanket.
"fucked those college boys with no problem but the second a real man tries to take this pussy you wanna cry." he rolls his eyes in pure irritation, gripping your hips tightly so he can finally slam you down on his cock. he groans in relief as your warmth surrounds him fully. his cock twitches inside of you and he already knows he's fucked. you're so fucking wet, so fucking tight. he can't take it. he moves his hands to slide underneath your thighs, pushing them up so that he has more room.
"move...toji please." your voice is so soft he would've missed it if the wind was blowing. your stepdad tuts at you, spreading your legs further to settle between them. "please what? what's my name?" he watches the conflict in your eyes. you're contemplating if you want to give in (as if you hadn't already). your eyes flutter shut before opening again. "please," you pause, a disgusted frown pulling at your lips. "daddy please? fuck me! i need it- need you so bad."
a warm feeling starts to brew in his chest after your little declaration. toji hadn't given a fuck when your mother mentioned she had an adult daughter but now? god was he grateful he met her. he would've never found this pretty pussy on his own. "since you asked so nicely, princess. gonna take it realll good f'me, huh? slutty fucking pussy." he practically purrs his words to you. toji doesn't bother starting slow, immediately starting with pounding in and out of your cunt.
your cunt makes the nastiest, wettest noise as toji's cock slides in and out of you. he's not going nearly as fast as he wants, but your pussy gushes around him nonetheless. your back arches off the ground as his tip kisses your cervix. he keeps hitting deep inside you every time he pulls out halfway just to fuck right back into you. "oh my god.." you murmur. you shift your hips in an attempt to fuck yourself forward as he continues to pound into you.
"oh my fuck- daddy please! harder! need it!" you're practically sobbing for him to fuck you harder. your fingers press weakly against his stomach and you find yourself unable to decide if you really want him to go harder. your pussy feels so full--you feel so fucking full and you feel like you're going to explode. "whatever you say, baby. been so fucking good." toji leans over, pressing your legs back further. his lips attach to yours in the neediest kiss you've ever taken part of. it's sloppy and desperate and it's so fucking good.
your tongue slides against his in near perfection, one of your hands reaching up to grasp at his hair. you pull him closer to you, jutting your hips against his. toji's pounding is incessant, and your cry against his lips. "let go of my legs, toji. i want you to cum in me." you whine against his lips. toji releases your legs reluctantly, letting you wrap them around his waist. he grunts as you push him impossibly deeper inside of you. "fuck i should've met you sooner." his hisses, pressing down on your stomach. "should've married this fucking cunt. could be inside you for days, keep cumming inside of you, get you pregn- oh fuck!"
you press toji inside of you to keep him there. your fingers grasp his hair tightly, forcing his lips to remain against yours. he's groaning despite your attempts to keep the both of you quiet, his hips beginning to stutter and your fingers beginning to twitch. "then fucking do it. fill me up daddy, please." he laughs against you, pulling back to slam back into you. "yeah, baby. knew this fucking pussy would want me. i knew you'd fucking love this." you nod dumbly, muttering incoherently about how you need him.
toji grips your neck as his hips begin to stutter. your pussy tightens around him and flutters as he nudges your g-spot. every time he pulls back he hits it with perfection only to push forward and kiss your cervix. you need him to cum inside you. you need it the same way you need oxygen. you just want to feel the same warmth you've craved since you met him a week ago. he's right, he should've married you. you'd give him what he wants and more. "is this pretty pussy gonna cum for me?" he's whispering so close to you that you can feel the warmth against your wet lips.
you nod hard and fast, squeezing your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach tightens. you move your hips to no real avail. he's fucked you so stupid you can barely match his rhythm. your pussy almost hurts from the stretch and the overstimulation from your first lingering orgasm. you can feel your asshole flutter whilst your pussy attempts to shut around toji's dick. "ohhh i'm gonna- fuckfuckfuck." you sob your words out, nails clawing angrily at toji's back. he doesn't let up, continuing to fuck harshly into your pussy even as he feels spurts hit the bottom of his stomach. he ignores the fact that you've squirted on his dick, fucking you like he needs it.
"this is what i needed from you. knew you weren't a brat. jus' needed to be fucked." he chuckles, though the joke is lost on you. he watches the way your eyes have rolled. your pretty lips are parted, but no sound leaves them. you're done for and he's about to cum so deep in you that he knows it'll take. toji slams his hips forward, his balls slapping against your ass as he finally cums. he glances down to see the white ring of your cream at the base of his dick, now watching his own cum drip down. he can see your pussy twitch and he presses meanly on your clit just to watch you practically howl.
"too much." you murmur, eyes opening just slightly to see his face. toji presses a kiss to your lips, licking at them to let himself in. he gives you one more sloppy kiss, relishing in the after of the harsh orgasms the two of you had. "you did so good." he coos, pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. "good fucking girl. c'mon, we'll go home so you can take a bath." you grunt, blinking your eyes completely open to watch his face. he was looking at you differently. softer. maybe you'd like having a stepdaddy after all.
perverted boyfriend toji who would wake up hard against your ass and just stay there, breathing heavy into your hair like a creep, not even trying to hide how bad he wants it. "shit... you smell like sex even when you're sleepin'," he'd say hand sliding down slow to cup your pussy over your panties just to feel the heat.
toji who would feel that tiny hitch and know you’re up, so he waits before hooking one finger under the edge of your panties and tugging them aside slow. spreads your lips with his thumb and middle finger, "look at this greedy little thing already shiny for me."
he then brings it up to his mouth and suck it clean, eyes half-lidded staring at you like you're his personal porn. when he sees your thighs parting, he smirks around his finger because he knows deep down you're just as much of a freak as he is.
toji who would roll you onto your back gentle. he hovers close, nose brushing your folds inhaling deep like he’s high off it, "fuckin’ obsessed with this smell… could sniff this pussy all day."
his tongue drags one long lazy stripe from your hole to your clit, pauses to watch it swell and throb under his stare. he does it again slower, spit mixing with your wetness until it’s all glossy and messy strings connect his lips to you.
toji who would pull back just to spit right on your clit, watches it drip slow down your slit, then smears it around with his thumb in tiny circles that make your breath stutter, "you like?"
toji who would line his cock up while you’re hazy and needy, rubs the fat leaking head through your folds over and over, coating every inch of himself, "feel how fuckin’ hard you make me? that’s all you baby…every time i see this cunt i wanna live inside it." keeps teasing the entrance, tip catching and popping out ‘til you’re whining. finally sinks in inch by inch, groaning low and filthy the whole slide.
"tight… so fuckin’ tight… gonna stay buried here ‘til i can’t think straight." you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, body arching to take him deeper.
toji who would rock slow once he’s balls-deep, just filthy little grinds so his pubes drag over your clit every circle.
"gonna keep you drippin’ my cum all day, want you walkin’ around feelin’ me leak outta this hole. my nasty little cumdump." he kisses you sloppy tasting himself on you again. you kiss back just as messy, moaning into his mouth, thighs squeezing his hips like you never want him to pull out.
toji who would pull out right at the edge, jerks himself fast over your stomach watching thick ropes splatter hot across your skin. smears it in with his palm rubbing circles like it’s lotion while you pant under him, "there marked you up nice. don’t wash it off ‘til i say, kayy?"
toji who would flop down beside you still half-hard, hand sliding right back between your legs to pet your messy swollen pussy, fingers idly circling your clit just to keep you sensitive. you sigh shaky, legs falling open wider for him, turning your face into his neck while he keeps lazily playing with your cumslick folds like he’s got nowhere else to be.
𝓁𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝓁𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀⠀⠀⠀✶ ◌ ﹒ got inspo from something i witnessed at school , bye.
a vulgar cacophony of obscene moans echoes throughout the paper-thin walls of your apartment—once, twice, three times in a row—at the same time as your husband’s mean thrusts collide against the supple fat of your ass cheeks with hot abandon.
thick, creamy globs of his previous two loads are being churned right back into your cunt with every filthy roll of his hips—so loud that the very sound of them is almost enough to drown out the pathetic little whimpers your pretty mouth’s letting escape. toji’s certainly not giving you a break, overworking your pussy over and over with each time he pulls back even half an inch, only to immediately bully his way right back in with a wet smack! that makes your toes curl against the sheets.
he’s got you folded in that disgusting way he knows destroys you—knees shoved up near your ears, your own arms trapped uselessly underneath his form, back arched so severely it feels like your spine might snap. and still he leans over you heavier, broader, caging you in with his massive frame. hot breath fanning across your cheek when he murmurs,
“mmh—look at her…” he drawls, voice all gravel and smoke. two massive hands clamp down on the meat of your hips, yanking you back onto his cock so hard your vision whites out for a second. “still fuckin’ greedy after I painted her insides white twice.”
you can barely answer his smug remark with the way your swollen pussy lips cling to his veiny shaft, fluttering and sucking in the fat ridge of his cockhead—deep, deep, deep inside—so it can kiss lovingly the sweet spot right at the end of your cervix.
but well, it’s not like he’s giving you the option to formulate words either. it seems as if he’s only allowing you to articulate the broken little ah!, ah!, ah!’s that his needy dick punches directly out of your lungs just to… y'know, feel a little bit smugger than before about it.
“thought you wanted to play-fight, mama?” his rough voice cuts short amidst the lascivious, wet sounds of your bodies slamming together. “thought my lil’ wife was finally gonna beat my ass today, huh?” a sharp, filthy thrust punctuates the taunt, his drooling slit kissing your cervix so deep you feel it in your throat.
your half-lidded eyes meet his through this heavy state of cockdrunkness in which he’s gotten you into in less than an hour, only to find an amused expression painted in his handsome features at how much you seem to be struggling to speak as you take his hefty cock.
“I—ngh-! you fuckin’—ah! bastard…” the string of curses you’re about to throw at him is suddenly interrupted by the smooth movement of his thick index and middle fingers stuffing your mouth full, successfully shutting you up and drawing out a needy whimper instead. the way you immediately begin to suck on them makes it clear you’re far from bothered—if anything, it’s the opposite. still, there’s a pretty frown tugging at your expression, one he can’t help but want to deepen with a few more teasing comments. asshole.
“cat got your tongue, baby?” he rasps, voice wrecked and dripping with that dark amusement that always makes your clit throb. “s-shit—fuckin’ listen to her…” his hips piston once again, ruddied tip dragging all the way in and out of your feverish insides. “she’s talkin’ more than you are, ma. got a s-sloppy fuckin’ mouth down there just gulpin’ me back in, huh?”
“s-shut up! don’t say it like—o-ohh…” the firmness of his muscular washboard abs contrasts deliciously against the smoothness of your skin, scraping your poor, abused nipples with his cushiony pecs in a oh-so-heavenly way that has your fingers scrabbling uselessly at his veiny forearms, trying pull him even closer and ground yourself simultaneously.
but to your dismay, he pulls out halfway (both fingers and cock), letting a fat rope of cum mixed with your own slick stretch between his tip and your gaping hole like a lewd spiderweb, before it suddenly snaps and drips down your ass crack in sticky rivulets, quickly reaching your other puckered and neglected hole begging to be creamed as much as your gooey walls have been for the last fifty minutes.
you whine—high and broken—twitching up your hips on instinct, chasing the warmth and fullness that his fat dick provided your teary cunt.
“nuh-huh,” he clicks his tongue. “look at this mess first.” he hooks two thick fingers into the messy rim of your pussy and spreads you obscenely wider, baring you to his hungry eyes so he can watch the way his seed oozes out in slow, creamy pulses. your poor overstimulated clit is throbbing visibly, shiny and angry-red, proudly peeking out from its hood and begging for an ounce of his love.
the blush adorning your cheeks deepens even more with the way your husband was ogling, with almost heart-shaped eyes, your most intimate parts. “mmmfffph—s-stop staring, you perv!”
“look how swollen she is.” ignoring your whiny reprimand, he keeps staring at the absolutely depraved sight in front of him. “been cryin’ for dick all damn day, huh?” he thumbs over your clit once—just once—rough enough to make your whole body seize. “bet she’s been leakin’ through your panties since breakfast. dirty fuckin’ wife.”
you shake your head in a fervent no even as your hips buck into his hand like a desperately little thing—which only serves to elicit an evil chuckle from his chest. “liar.”
and then he’s shoving back in one brutal thrust, bottoming-out so hard it forces another wet gush of cum to bubble out around his base and trickle down to your asshole. one hand abandons your hip just so he can wrap those long, scarred fingers around the front of your throat, holding you there, letting you know how easily he could just squeeze and cut off your source of oxygen.
“been noticin’ it for months, y’know.” he drags out slow this time, the feeling of his sturdy inches sliding through the creamy mess he’s already left behind making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “every time I-I toss ya around on the couch—mmhm… pin ya… manhandle ya like my-haah—little fuckdoll…” another lazy, punishing grind against your g-spot. “—this pussy gets so fuckin’ sloppy for me.”
his words do nothing but make your sloppy hole dribble a fresh gush of slick down his balls as a keen moan reaches his ears, and toji groans at the feeling of your juices wetting so cutely his veiny shaft.
“fuck—there she goes again.” he pulls almost all the way out just to watch how your cunt tries to suck him back in, clinging and clenching down on him. “look at that. she’s cryin’ for it. she fuckin’ loves me, baby.”
and then he slams home.
hard.
your whole body jolts up the mattress; a strangled scream rips out of you before you can stop it. “good girl,” he husks against the shell of your ear, lips brushing sweat-damp skin and nibbling softly. “scream louder f’me. let the neighbors know exactly who’s ruinin’ this pretty hole.”
you’re shaking now—thighs trembling, belly tight, clit so swollen even the slightest drag of his coarse pubic hair against it makes you sob. and he feels it, he fucking feels it, the way it fucks with your to hear how good he’s dicking you down like this.
suddenly, both hands are gripping underneath your knees again, folding you even tighter and opening you wider. the new angle has his cock bullying straight into that spot that makes your brain melt out your ears. “shitshitshit—right there, ma?” he’s grinning now. “yeahhh… that’s the spot my wife loves gettin’ rearranged.”
every filthy word of his is punctuated with a deep, punishing slam.
“love gettin’ thrown around.”
thrust.
“love when I pin ya down.”
thrust.
“love when your big strong husband uses all his fuckin’ strength just to fuck you stupid.”
thrust.
at this point, you’re utterly gone. drooling, hiccuping and babbling his name between broken moans while he jackhammers into you, still yapping and barking lewd phrases cause toji fushiguro seems to be unable to shut the fuck up when he’s balls-deep in his wife.
“gonna give ya another load, okay?” he pants, voice starting to fray at the edges. “gonna s-stuff this greedy cunt so—a-aah-! full it’ll be leakin’ me for days. so every time ya sit down… every time ya try to walk… you’ll feel me.”
your nails dig crescents into his biceps, chanting series of oh’s and ah’s as a knot forms in your tummy. “‘m close—toji—please—”
“mmmph—I know, baby, I know” he starts fucking you harder now, deeper, meaner. every slam forward punches a wet gluck-gluck-gluck out of your overstuffed cunt. your tits bounce wildly with each impact, and the sight has him ducking his head to catch a nipple between his teeth to bite—not gently—hard enough to make you scream around the drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.
“want more, ma? need more?” his words come out muffled, mouth still working around your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue over the reddened nub as his other hand creeps up to knead the other one.
but seeing your inability to respond, given how fucked out you were, he shifts, hooking your legs over his shoulders so deep your knees are brushing your own damn ears; and then he really lays into you. cock pistoning so hard the headboard starts slamming the wall in rhythm. your cervix feels bruised, battered, kissed over and over by that fat, leaking tip. every time he bottoms out you feel him twitch, feel another spurt of pre leak right against your womb and feed it with his seed of love.
he reaches down between you, finds your clit with two rough fingertips and starts rubbing fast, messy circles, showing no mercy nor buildup, straightforwardly attacking you with just brutal overstimulation.
your whole body locks up, blacking out as yet another scream tears out of you so raw it hurts your throat. and still, he doesn’t stop.
“c’mon—squirt on it. make a fuckin’ mess all over my cock while I fill ya again.”
and you do.
god help you, you do.
a violent gush sprays between you—soaking his abs, his thighs, the cushiony surface of the couch underneath you—while your cunt clamps down like a vice and milks every thick drop of his balls.
“hmmff—jesus… fuckin’ strangling’ me—s-so good.” he slams in one last time, buries himself so deep you swear you feel him in your stomach, and unloads.
hot and endless.
pulse after pulse after pulse flooding your womb until you feel bloated, so fucking much it spills out around his shaft, trickling down your ass in a sticky mess.
a tiny whimper leaves your pretty mouth once you finish milking him dry, gasping for air as your husband collapses over you, heavy and sweaty, reeking of that characteristic post-nut scent. his thick member is still buried in your sensitive hole, twitching faintly with every little clench and flutter of your pussylips.
oh god, you don’t want to look down and see what he did to your body.
“ain’t cleanin’ the mess, y’know?” his rugged voice quickly draws your attention, and a cute frown settles on your previously relaxed expression.
“ah, no! you are cleaning me and the couch.” your hands try, uselessly, to remove his bulky frame from your body and throw a dirty glance at him.
“I wasn’t the one who squirted all over our livin’ room, was I?” with a tired sigh, he rolls over in the tiny space of the couch, feeling with smug satisfaction the dampness present in the very center of its surface.
“don’t you dare to put all the blame on me. it’s your fault too—” but before you can start yelling at him for being an idiot and an asshole, his arms quickly wrap around your middle, dragging you closer ‘til your body is flush against his chest and shuts your mouth with a sloppy, wet smooch on your lips.
“MMMPH! MMFFFPP!” you try to separate from his mouth absolutely devouring yours, tapping his chest insistently and failing to push him.
i don’t think it’s necessary to say that your attempts were useless.
fortunately, after stealing almost all the air of your lungs, he finally pulls back, only to squish together with his big, calloused hand your reddened cheeks. “what does it matter who cleans up? we can always just let it dry and have a cute stain on the sofa, dontcha think, ma?”
⤿ ࣭ 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢 › 𝓶𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 .⠀ ⠀𝓽𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 .⠀ ⠀𝓻𝘂𝗹𝗲𝘀 .
𝒗𝐧𝐠𝐞𝓵𝒊𝐬𝐬𝐞 . 𝑐om ㅤ𒀭ㅤ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 rights ℛe͟͟s͟͟e͟͟r͟͟v͟͟e͟͟d͟ ࣭
EMPRESS F!READER X TOJI FUSHIGURO (AND MENTIONS OF NANAMI, GETO, SUKUNA, SHIU)
SUMMARY in the wake of betrayal, you the goddess finds yourself in toji’s arms his touch both a comfort and a trap, as devotion blurs into possession and pleasure becomes its own form of conquest.
CW smut/nsfw (18+), manipulation and gaslighting, virginity loss/first time, corruption kink, breeding and cum play with impregnation talk, power imbalance between divine empress and male dominance, misandry vs masculinity themes, voyeurism with a wife overhearing, mild violence and blood mention
DISCLAIMER this is a dark work of fanfiction. themes include heavy misandry, manipulation, and sexual degradation. all characters are adults. nothing here reflects real-life consent or relationships. read responsibly. do not steal, copy, or repost.
the room is too large for your sobs. the vaulted ceilings echo every sound, your grief bouncing back at you until you feel surrounded by your own pain. you lie in your huge princess bed, the silks cold against your skin, crown still heavy on your head, tears running hot down your cheeks. your wives had betrayed you, and you could not understand it. a woman betraying another woman it ripped you apart deeper than the blade that killed megumi.
“how,” your voice cracks into the emptiness, “how can a woman betray her own?”
the doors creak open. you do not give permission, yet he enters.
toji.
not crawling. not kneeling. he walks in like he owns the palace, shoulders broad, chest bare, his body glistening faintly from the bath. water still clings to his skin, beads trailing down carved muscle, his torso thick and cut like a greek statue. his scars only make him more brutal, proof of survival etched into flesh. a white silk towel is slung low around his hips, the fabric straining over the swell beneath. his cock presses against it obscenely, heavy, long, impossible to ignore.
your breath hitches, but you cannot rise. you are too weak with grief.
he does not ask. he comes to your bed, and the mattress sinks beneath his weight as he slides in beside you, the heat of his body swallowing yours. his arm curls around your trembling frame, pulling you into the wall of his chest.
“shhh,” he murmurs, lips brushing your damp cheek, kissing away tears. his voice is low, steady, filled with that dangerous calm. “you cry for women, but even women can betray. even they can falter.”
you shake your head against him, whispering brokenly, “but they are mine.. how could they do this to me..”
his hand slides up, big and rough, cupping your head. he hushes you softly, thumb brushing your temple. “not me. never me. i killed my own son for you. do you understand what that means? i gave up blood, flesh, legacy. all so your throne would be safe.”
he leans forward, kissing your cheeks, your wet lashes, kissing the crown itself. then, slowly, he lifts it from your head. the metal gleams as he sets it aside on the silk sheets.
“you don’t need this,” he whispers, tugging you closer until you’re flush against his chest, your face buried in the heat of his skin. “you need me. your dog, your man, your sword.”
you whimper softly, nodding, helpless under the weight of his words.
the towel shifts. his cock grinds against your hip, hot and swollen, the length of it pressing insistently through the silk. his breath grows heavier, lips dragging down to your ear as he moves his hips slowly, deliberately, letting you feel every inch of him.
“this cock,” he murmurs, voice ragged with hunger, “has been full of love for you since the day you took your mother’s legacy. i watched you rise. i watched you sit on that throne. and i was terrified, terrified that you would bind your womb to another man of royalty, waste your softness on someone unworthy.”
you whimper again, confused, your fingers trembling against his chest. “toji…”
he kisses your mouth then slow, damp, breaking you open. the towel slips lower as he grinds harder, the head of his cock pushing free, sliding against your thigh slick with pre.
“you don’t have to think,” he whispers between kisses, kissing your tears, kissing the corner of your lips. “just let me help you. let me take it all away.”
his hand closes around yours, guiding it to his cock, pressing your palm against the thick shaft, the heat searing. your lips part in shock at how big, how heavy he is.
“see?” his grin is soft, dangerous. “only this. only me. this cock is yours, goddess. it belongs nowhere else. i’ll kill anyone who touches you. i’ll kill anyone who whispers against you. i’ll kill every betrayer and lay their heads at your feet.”
he shifts, rolling over you, the towel slipping fully away, his cock exposed now veined, massive, curved like a weapon and a gift. your eyes widen, tears still wet on your cheeks, your lips trembling as he cages you beneath his body.
his hands stroke your sides gently, soothing, his voice low, coaxing, as if this were comfort, not conquest.
“let me inside,” he whispers, kissing your forehead, kissing your trembling lips again. “let me love you the way no woman, no man ever could. let me prove i am the only one who will never betray.”
you whimper softly, clueless, nodding against his mouth. and toji smiling like a beast who has finally cornered his prey parts your thighs and slides himself into the divine cunt no man has ever touched.
slow, deep, lazy.
soothing, as if he were healing you.
and with every thrust, every kiss to your tears, every word murmured against your skin, he wraps your grief into chains and locks them to his cock.
“only me,” he whispers, filling you deeper, voice breaking. “only my cock. only your dog who became your man.”
his towel is gone. the last veil between you torn away, leaving only the brutal weight of his body above you. his cock presses against your cunt, thick and hot, the head nudging at your folds as if it knows it does not need permission.
you tremble beneath him, tears streaking your face, whispering brokenly, “it’s too much, toji… too big.."
he hushes you, kissing your cheek, kissing the wet line of your tears. his voice is low, steady, soaked in dominance. “shhh. it’s your first time. it’s supposed to hurt. it’s supposed to break you open. but my cock is the only one strong enough to fit here. no other man deserves it.”
and then he pushes.
slow, deliberate, sinking inch by inch into your untouched cunt. the stretch is unbearable, a sharp ache that makes your nails dig into his back, your body arching as if you could escape. but he holds you down, one massive hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other guiding his cock deeper into your virgin heat.
you sob, tears spilling, your lips gasping out whimpers. “toji ahh, it’s too much, please.."
his mouth presses to your ear, his words twisting your cries into submission. “no, goddess. it’s perfect. your pussy was made for me. it was waiting for me. feel it how it grips me, how it cries for me. no one else will ever fill you like this.”
he bottoms out, thick cock buried to the hilt, your womb trembling against the blunt head. you cry out, loud, broken, the sound echoing off the high chamber walls.
his lips curl against your throat as he groans, “fuck… so tight. so untouched. taking me for the first time. i’ll carve my shape into your cunt so deep, no other cock will ever fit.”
he begins to move.
slow, lazy thrusts, dragging his cock out until your walls clutch desperately, then sinking back in until you’re stuffed full, moaning through the pain. his pace is steady, soothing, but each stroke is laced with absolute control. his hips grind into you with dominance, reminding you who owns the body you once swore no man would ever touch.
your tears mix with sweat, your body trembling beneath him as the ache melts into a strange, unbearable pleasure. every thrust scrapes against something deep, every push fills you until your womb feels stretched, conquered.
“cry for me,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, your jaw, the corner of your lips. “cry from the fullness. cry from the truth that no woman, no man, no servant could ever give you this.”
and you do. sobbing as you cling to his back, nails raking down the thick muscles, your legs wrapping around his waist as instinct betrays you and drags him deeper.
he groans, low and guttural, hips rolling slow. “good goddess. take it. take my cock. the strongest cock in this palace. the only cock worthy of your divine cunt.”
you whimper, broken, nodding, lost. “yes… yes, toji…”
his thrusts deepen, grinding until your body shakes, your moans rising higher, the first orgasm tearing through you with violent shock. you scream, tears spilling as your cunt clenches hard around his cock, milking him desperately.
toji groans into your ear, thrusting through your climax, his voice raw with triumph. “that’s it. cum for me. cum on my cock. cry, goddess. let every man, every woman hear you and know you belong to me now.”
he fucks you through it, slow and dominant, until you’re gasping, trembling, your crown abandoned on the sheets and your cunt claimed in the laziest, most brutal way by the cock of the man you once called dog.
his pace never falters. slow, steady, grinding strokes that drag his cock against every trembling inch of your cunt. your body is overwhelmed, stretched wide, the ache drowned in waves of sharp pleasure that make you sob into his shoulder.
his hand never leaves your wrists, pinning them above your head against the silk pillows. the other cups your jaw, thumb swiping away tears as he kisses your wet cheeks.
“good girl,” he murmurs, voice low and steady, “cry for me. cry from being filled. you’re so tight, so holy. my cock was made for this. your womb was waiting for me.”
you moan brokenly, legs locked around his thick waist, your heels digging into the hard muscle of his back. every thrust drags a cry from your throat, every grind pushes deeper into the softness no one has touched before.
“toji ahhh it’s too much..!"
he hushes you, kissing your mouth until your whimpers dissolve into his lips. “shhh. it’s never too much. your goddess cunt was made to stretch for me. only me. no man of royalty, no scheming priest, no servant dog. only me.”
his hips roll heavier, cock throbbing deep, the veins scraping your walls. you feel him swelling, his breath growing ragged.
“fuck,” he groans, pressing his forehead to yours. “gonna cum inside you. gonna bless your womb with the first seed it’s ever known. no one else gets this. no one. only me.”
your body shakes, the words cracking you open more than the thrusts. “n-no, i.."
but your cunt betrays you, clenching, milking him greedily.
he growls, hips slamming flush as his cock pulses deep inside you. the heat floods, thick ropes spilling into your womb, filling you until your stomach feels heavy, until your thighs quiver around his waist.
you cry out, loud and broken, the feeling of being filled for the first time overwhelming you into another orgasm, cunt spasming as you soak the sheets beneath you.
toji groans against your lips, still grinding slow, making sure every drop stays inside. “that’s it. take it. take my cum. your womb belongs to me now. no other man will ever spill here. no woman’s tongue can reach this deep. only my cock. only me.”
he kisses your face, your neck, your damp lashes, whispering as you sob.
“you’re mine, goddess. your crown, your cunt, your womb mine. i’ll kill anyone who betrays you. i’ll kill anyone who even dreams of you. i’ll keep filling you until you forget every other name but mine.”
you whimper, helpless, broken, nodding softly against his chest.
he strokes your hair, soothing, while his cock still twitches inside you, his seed leaking deep into your body.
the crown lies forgotten on the sheets.
and you empress, goddess, virgin no longer cry into his chest as he whispers promises of blood and love into the ear of his new, conquered queen.
your thighs tremble, your cunt still stretched and pulsing around him, but you try to shift, to rise, the instinct to clean yourself clawing up through your shame. his arm tightens around you, pinning you down into the silks. his voice rumbles low against your ear, dangerous and steady.
“don’t,” he whispers, dragging his cock lazily inside you, his seed already leaking down your folds. “don’t wash me out. you’ll keep it. all of it.”
you gasp, your face burning, tears smearing your cheeks. “toji, i… what if what if i get pregnant?”
he laughs under his breath, slow and cruel, grinding his hips forward until the thick head of his cock presses deep against your womb. “then your womb will be mine twice over. you’ll carry me inside you every hour of every day. no court, no wives, no men will ever doubt who owns you when your belly swells with my seed.”
you shiver, crying softly, but his words melt into you, sinking past your resistance like honey over fire.
“don’t be scared,” he murmurs, kissing your temple, licking a tear from your cheek. “you’ll be safe. i’ll kill every man, every woman who tries to touch you. your cunt will never know another cock. your womb will never know another bloodline.”
he begins to move again. slow, heavy thrusts, grinding deep, stuffing his cum back inside you with each lazy push of his hips. your body quivers, overstimulated, the wet squelch obscene as his seed drips from your pussy, down your thighs, staining the silk.
“see how it leaks,” he growls, pulling out just enough for thick white to spill before slamming back in, forcing it higher. “your body tries to waste me, but i won’t let it. i’ll stuff you until you’re dripping for days.”
you cry out, legs locking around his waist, nails clutching at his shoulders. your cunt clenches, aching and messy, the feeling of being bred for the first time tearing another moan from your throat.
behind the door, unheard at first, a soft sob.
one of your wives. she had followed the sound of your cries, pressed her ear against the golden frame, only to hear your broken moans, his filthy promises, the wet squelch of his cock using you. her fingers clutch at her dress, knuckles white, tears streaking her face as she realizes what has been taken from her.
inside, you whimper again, voice breaking. “toji… it’s too much… i can’t.."
he hushes you with a kiss, never stopping the slow grind of his cock. “yes you can. you’re my goddess. you were made to take me. to carry me. to worship me the way your wives never could.”
the sheets are soaked beneath you, his seed smeared down your thighs, but still he moves slow, dominant, endless grinding you into his shape, binding you with cum and control.
and outside, your wife weeps silently, listening to the ruin of her goddess, powerless, jealous, broken.
your bed still smells of him. the sheets still cling to your thighs with his seed. your tears have dried on your cheeks but your body trembles with the strange fullness he left behind. you sleep in his arms, his heavy chest pressed to your back, while outside your wives are wide awake.
they gather without you in the inner chamber, faces pale, eyes red. the betrayal of one of their own has poisoned them, left a wound that only blood can heal. masako.
the youngest wife speaks first, her voice sharp as broken glass. “our goddess gave her womb to a man. do you not see? she is slipping from us. all because of masako.”
the others nod, some weeping, some snarling, all of them seething with the same jealous fire. they whisper that you were theirs, that they licked your cunt, that they scissored you in devotion night after night, and now you moan for a man because masako let nanami’s words poison the palace.
“we have to give her back to our goddess,” one hisses. “give her what masako stole. an apology made of blood.”
so they plan.
masako, foolish, pretties herself for her secret meeting, slipping into silks, painting her lips, ready to sneak toward nanami’s dorm. she thinks of his voice, how he told her she was more than your shadow, that her body deserved devotion too. her heart pounds with the thrill of betrayal.
but the door closes behind her with a heavy thud.
the wives are waiting.
they circle her, eyes glinting in the lamplight, voices like knives.
“slut.”
“disgrace.”
“traitor to royalty.”
masako stumbles back, her face blanching, but they crowd her in, spitting their words.
she screams, voice breaking, “nanami makes me feel different! he makes me feel seen! she she only cares about herself, about her own pleasure!”
your wives freeze, then rage surges hot. one slaps her, hard, another grabs her hair, another spits in her face. their voices rise into shrieks of fury.
“how dare you!”
“our goddess gives us everything!”
“you shame her with your filth!”
they drag her down, nails clawing, hands clutching, teeth even biting. the room fills with her cries, her pleas, her sobs for mercy. but their anger is a tide, unstoppable, drowning her beneath it.
and then the knife.
one wife holds her throat steady while another cuts. blood sprays the silks, her scream gurgles into silence, her body jerks before going limp. the wives breathe hard, faces painted with her blood, their eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of vengeance.
they work in silence after that. her head is taken carefully, hair brushed back, lips wiped clean. they place it inside the diamond-cut crystal box, arranging it like a jewel. a grotesque gift, shining with apology and devotion.
the rest of the body is left, a carcass on the floor.
until the men come.
geto, shiu, sukuna they appear as if summoned by blood. none of them shocked, none of them disgusted. they smirk, they laugh, they mutter among themselves as they strip the body, wrap it in cloth, and drag it away.
“a fitting fate,” geto says smoothly, wiping blood from his hands.
“traitors rot the fastest,” shiu mutters, smoke curling from his lips.
sukuna only grins, teeth sharp in the lamplight. “let her join megumi at the bottom of the lake.”
and they do. her body is tossed into the dark waters, eaten by the same silence that swallowed your chosen one.
back in the wives’ chamber, the box gleams on the table. ready. waiting for dawn.
in the morning, your goddess hands will open it. and their betrayal will be washed in blood.
the sun had barely crept through the curtains when the doors opened. your wives filed in together, faces pale but determined, robes still spotted with blood that only they knew the source of. their hands clutched the weight of the crystal box, carried like an offering, a holy relic.
and the sight that met them froze their hearts.
you were not alone in your bed.
toji lay sprawled naked beside you, scarred chest bare, his massive body stretched like a beast at rest. the silks clung damp to your thighs where his seed had dried overnight, your crown your crown tilted on his broad head as if it belonged to him now. his lips were still on yours, slow and lazy, kissing you awake like a husband instead of a dog.
their goddess their untouched goddess naked in a man’s arms.
they knelt anyway.
the box was placed carefully on the edge of your bed. their voices rose in unison, a trembling prayer, an apology laced with devotion.
“forgive us, our goddess. we bring you the head of the traitor. the one who betrayed your divinity. accept her death as our loyalty, accept our lives as yours still.”
toji’s head turned, his jaw tight, his eyes narrowing. annoyance darkened his face, the muscles in his chest flexing as if he might leap from the bed and throw them out himself. his presence radiated territorial irritation how dare they barge in, how dare they kneel before you while he still had your taste on his cock. but he stayed still. he stayed quiet. his hand only tightened on your waist.
you shifted, the sheets sliding, your body aching but warm. your eyes fell to the box gleaming on the silks. you sat up slowly, the crown slipping from toji’s head back into your hands.
the wives lowered their eyes as you touched the diamond lid.
you opened it.
her head stared up at you, lips pale, eyes glassy, braid still intact, the skin around her neck crusted with drying blood. silence hung heavy. even toji tilted his head, curious despite his irritation.
you did not scream. you did not gasp. you smiled.
your fingers reached for the necklace at your throat, the old pendant that had once belonged to your mother, your first crown before the throne. you held it tight, clutching it to your chest, your smile soft and cruel at once.
“my girls,” you whispered, looking down at them with wet eyes. “you are my girls.”
their sobs broke into the chamber, relief and devotion flooding them, their foreheads pressed to the floor, their shoulders shaking with prayers of loyalty.
toji watched, jaw clenching, lips twisting faintly. your wives kissing the marble, your smile painted in blood, the box shining like a jewel at your feet. he said nothing but the storm in his eyes told you he hated sharing even your forgiveness.
and yet you stroked your necklace, smiling through the thick stench of death, your women trembling at your feet, your man’s cock still drying between your thighs.
the palace had never looked holier. or more corrupt.
he leaned back against the pillows, still naked, still damp with you, his lips curling into something that only pretended to be a smile. the wives were still bowing, their heads pressed into the marble at the foot of your bed, trembling with their devotion.
“look at that,” he murmured, his hand stroking your thigh as though none of them mattered, his voice rough but steady. “they proved their loyalty. killed for you. good little wives.”
his tone dripped with passive aggression, but you didn’t hear it. you only touched his jaw, your eyes soft and wet, and he leaned down to kiss you again. slow. heavy. possessive.
when he pulled back, he whispered low against your lips, “i’ll be back.”
you smiled faintly, your hands closing the diamond box and placing it away, as if it were no more than another jewel added to your collection. your heart still throbbed with pain, but you smiled anyway, clutching your necklace. “my girls,” you whispered again, and their sobs deepened.
toji rose from your bed, muscles flexing in the light, scars catching the gold. he wrapped the silk towel back around his waist, covering the cock that had just conquered you.
you stayed in bed, glowing and soft, while your wives filed out quietly, wiping tears from their faces. he followed, his shadow filling the doorway, his towel hanging loose on his hips.
and when the doors closed behind you, his face changed.
the softness fell away. his smile twisted into a snarl. he stopped in the corridor, towering over the wives who had just offered blood to prove their devotion. his eyes were sharp, his voice a growl.
“don’t think i don’t see through you,” he said, stepping closer, making them shrink back though they tried not to show fear. “you killed one of your own, just to crawl closer to her. you think that makes you loyal? it makes you desperate.”
one wife lifted her chin, her voice trembling but sharp. “better desperate than filthy. better a killer than a man. we don’t mind sending you to join your son at the bottom of the lake.”
his eyes narrowed, and his grin split wider, dangerous. “then don’t mind me turning your goddess back behind you. back to me. back to my bed, my cock, my seed. you’ll stay where you belong kneeling at her feet, licking her cunt when she lets you. servants. nothing else.”
the air crackled. their eyes burned into his, spitting hatred, but their bodies shook. they couldn’t deny what they’d seen. they couldn’t deny the crown slipping onto his head as he kissed her.
he leaned down, close enough for them to smell his sweat and silk, voice low and venomous.
“try me. one step out of line, one whisper against me and i’ll remind you again whose cock she chose first. i’ll remind her every night until you’re nothing but toys at the edge of her bed.”
his towel brushed against their skirts as he passed, tall and manly and dangerous, leaving them frozen in the corridor, teeth clenched, nails digging into their palms.
the goddess smiled upstairs, clutching her necklace.
and below, her palace sharpened its knives.
the hours dragged without him. the palace felt strangely quiet in his absence, as if the walls themselves noticed the missing weight of his shadow. your wives filled the silence with laughter and fabrics, trailing silks across your skin as you stood before the tall mirror in your chamber.
“this one, goddess,” one cooed, smoothing the red gown over your hips.
“no, the coral,” another corrected, tugging the hem against your thighs.
the youngest giggled, pressing the white dress to your chest. “skimpy, but it shows your beauty the best.”
you twirled for them, giggling, the silk rustling around your body as you modeled each one, your bare feet padding over the cool floor. they circled you, pouting when you shook your head, tugging at hems, smoothing their hands over your curves.
“we miss worshipping you,” one whispered against your ear, her lips brushing your shoulder. “why do you keep us waiting?”
you sighed with a playful smile, tilting your head. “i know… but later.”
they pouted, cheeks puffed, eyes wide. you giggled again, soft and indulgent, and finally relented, sinking onto the bed as they followed like kittens. they crowded around, lips brushing your thighs, your stomach, your breasts through the sheer orange silk you finally chose. their mouths opened, wet and eager, ready to worship again the doors opened.
he filled the frame before any voice announced him.
toji. bare-chested still, fresh from the hunt, scars dark under the golden light. behind him, male servants carried trays piled high with meats, fruits, vegetables the best the land could give. the scent filled the room, rich and overwhelming.
your wives froze on the bed, lips inches from your skin. their eyes darted up to him. his glare burned through them like a blade.
his jaw flexed. his eyes narrowed. his body went taut with fury, as if he’d tear them away from you with his bare hands.
they glared back, protective, territorial, daring him to speak, to try and chase them from their goddess. the room crackled with hatred.
then he jerked his chin toward the door.
the servants hesitated, glancing between the spread of food and your body on the bed. his glare sharpened, and with one dismissive tilt of his jaw, they scrambled out, trays left behind.
your wives followed reluctantly, muttering their prayers as they bowed and left, the last one glancing back with fire in her eyes. the door shut.
silence.
then his grin. slow. lazy. sharp.
he strode to the table, his huge hands arranging the trays, placing the best cuts of meat, the ripest fruits, the softest bread within your reach. he turned back to you, his gaze sliding over the thin orange silk stretched across your tits, the hem barely covering the swell of your ass. the fabric was sheer enough that the curve of your nipples showed, the outline of your cunt visible when you shifted your thighs.
his cock stirred under the towel knotted low around his waist.
“you look hungry,” he said, voice low, almost amused. “your little wives never feed you right. they lick you, they play, but they never fill you.”
you giggled, cheeks warm, eyes sparkling as you sat back on the bed, legs crossed, hands folded prettily in your lap. “and you will?”
he chuckled, deep and rough, the sound vibrating in his chest. he crossed the room, sat beside you, his massive body sinking the mattress. his hand caught yours, lifting it to his lips, kissing it with a mockery of courtly grace.
“i’ll fill you,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin, his other hand sliding to your cheek. he kissed there too, soft and warm, though his eyes glinted sharp. “with food. with my seed. with anything you want.”
you laughed, the sound bubbling out of you, soft and girlish, and it made his grin widen, made his cock twitch against the towel.
he pulled you into his lap with one swift motion, your giggles muffled against his chest, your silk gown riding up your thighs. he laughed with you, low and rough, shaking his head.
“adorable,” he growled into your hair. “my goddess… my little empress… you don’t even know how fucking adorable you are.”
his lips brushed your temple as his hand slid down your back, holding you tighter against his chest, his cock already pressing hard against your thigh beneath the silk.
his hands are too big for the delicate dishes. the fruits look small in his scarred fingers, the roasted meat fragile as he tears it apart with ease. he feeds you piece by piece, not with forks or plates, but with his own hand, pressing figs to your lips, slipping ripe grapes between your teeth, pushing cuts of tender meat onto your tongue.
you chew and swallow obediently, your belly warming, your lips shining with juice. he never lets you reach for anything yourself. every bite is his offering, his command.
“that’s it,” he murmurs, his chest pressed against your back as you sit in his lap. “eat, goddess. eat until you’re full. you’re too soft, too delicate. i want you fed. i want you heavy.”
his free hand strokes your waist, rubbing the curve of your stomach as it grows rounder with food, massaging lazily like he’s already imagining it swollen with his child. when you moan softly from the weight in your belly, he only chuckles, kissing your cheek.
“beautiful,” he whispers, fingers sliding higher to cup your breast through the thin orange silk, rolling the nipple between his calloused fingers. “bloated and fed and mine.”
his towel has slipped again. his cock slides free, thick and veined, hard from watching you eat at his command. he doesn’t thrust it in, not yet. he presses it between your thighs, rutting lazily, coating the insides of your legs with heat and slick.
you whimper softly, shifting in his lap, the crown of his cock dragging against your cunt through the sheer silk. he groans low in your ear, his hand gripping your thigh, spreading you wider so he can grind harder.
you tilt your head back against his shoulder, your voice breaking into a giggle. “you spent all day for this? hunting and gathering just to feed me?”
he laughs, low and rough, his lips brushing your ear. “what i do for you isn’t a chore. you’re my goddess. feeding you is a privilege.”
you blush, giggling again, reaching toward the tray to pluck a grape. you turn in his lap, pressing it to his lips with your small hand.
he lets you feed him. his mouth closes over your fingers, his tongue brushing your skin as he bites down on the grape, chewing slow, savoring it. he swallows, then laughs deep in his chest, pulling you tighter against him, his cock grinding harder between your thighs.
“sweet,” he says, kissing the corner of your mouth. “but not as sweet as you.”
he presses another kiss, deeper this time, his hand sliding up to your throat, tilting your head back as his cock pulses against your cunt.
“never as sweet as you.”
your belly is full, warm, round beneath his palm. you can feel the weight of every grape, every slice of meat he pressed into your mouth, every morsel chewed while his eyes stayed glued to you. and now his cock, thick and hot, slides up into you, stretching you again, deeper than food could ever fill.
he starts slow. lazy thrusts, rolling his hips, dragging the thick head of his cock over every trembling inch inside you. his hand strokes your thigh, pushing it open wider, his chest pressed heavy against your back.
“that’s it,” he murmurs, kissing your neck, the words rumbling into your skin. “so wet for me already. pussy puffy and dripping… feels like you were waiting for me.”
you moan, low and broken, head tipping back against his shoulder. he pulls a grape from the tray, pressing it to your lips even as his cock grinds deeper. you whimper, but he doesn’t let you refuse his fingers push it past your lips, his other hand pinching your breast until you chew.
“good girl,” he mutters, watching your throat work as you swallow. “eat for me. fuck for me.”
his pace grows heavier. the slow grind turns into deep thrusts, the mattress shaking beneath you, your belly bouncing from the force. juice drips down your chin from another grape he shoves into your mouth, mixing with your moans.
his free hand frees one of your tits, tugging the silk down until it spills into his palm. he squeezes, rolls the nipple between his rough fingers, groaning against your neck.
“so pretty,” he growls, biting your shoulder. “pretty little slut, stuffed with my cock and food, moaning in my lap.”
the word hits you, your moans stutter, your brows knitting as you pout. you whimper through a mouthful of fruit, chewing slow, turning your head to him. “t-toji… don’t call me that. it’s… it’s disrespectful.”
he laughs. a deep, warm, infuriating sound. his hips slam harder, cock punching into you until you gasp, eyes rolling.
“no,” he says easily, his grin pressed against your damp cheek. “not a bad word. it’s how a man calls his woman when she’s beautiful. when she’s dripping. when she’s perfect.”
he gaslights you sweetly, his tone almost soft, as if you were the one being silly. “don’t pout, goddess. slut just means mine. pretty and mine.”
his cock pounds heavier now, your wetness splattering down his thighs, your cunt clenching around him with every brutal push. he feeds you another grape as you moan, the juice spilling down your chin, his hand smearing it over your lips before kissing you messy, groaning into your mouth.
“my pretty slut,” he whispers, slow and dominant, fucking you harder with each word. “my goddess. my queen. mine.”
his pace shifts. the lazy grind that had you sighing melts into sharp, hungry thrusts, his hips snapping hard, his cock slamming so deep your stomach jolts with every push. the bed creaks, the trays rattle on the table, your cries echo against the tall walls.
“yeah,” he groans, voice dark, hand fisting your hair to yank your head back against his shoulder. “that’s it. take it. take it all, goddess.”
he reaches for another grape, shoving it between your lips while he ruts into you. you moan around it, choking on juice, your body convulsing as his cock stretches you brutally. your belly, already bloated from food, trembles with the force of every thrust.
“look at you,” he growls, biting your ear, “stuffed with meat, fruit, my cock so spoiled, and you still pout when i call you what you are.”
his hand slaps your tit, squeezing it rough, his thumb pinching your nipple until you squeal. his laugh rumbles against your back, cruel and amused.
“spoiled little slut,” he spits, hips crashing into yours faster, harder, the sound of your wet pussy squelching loud enough to drown your cries. “cry about disrespect all you want your cunt tells the truth. squeezing me, begging me, soaking me.”
tears spill down your cheeks, your voice cracking into sobs of pleasure as he pistons into you, cock thick and brutal, dragging across every raw inch of your pussy.
“ahh t-toji, please !”
“please what?” he snarls, snapping his hips faster, shoving another grape past your lips before you can finish. “please don’t fuck you so deep? don’t make your pussy puffy and swollen on my cock? too late, goddess. i’m already inside.”
his hand slides down to your waist, gripping the soft curve tight, pulling you back into every thrust until his balls slap wet against you. he growls low, sweaty chest pressed to your back.
“you’re mine. my woman. my slut. no man, no wife, no servant feeds you, fucks you, fills you like this.”
you sob, moaning into his rough palm as he covers your mouth, muffling your cries while he jackhammers your cunt. your thighs tremble, your pussy gushes wet down his cock, juice from fruit and cum soaking into the silks beneath you.
“gonna cum inside again,” he growls into your ear, pounding you harder, faster, until the whole bed shakes. “gonna pump you full till you’re leaking down your legs. let every bitch in this palace see you waddle with my seed dripping out.”
you break, convulsing on his cock, tears streaking your cheeks, your voice muffled in his palm as your orgasm rips through you.
he snarls, fucking you through it, until he buries himself to the hilt and groans loud, spilling hot cum deep into your womb. he grinds hard, making sure it stuffs inside, his hand clutching your tit as if to brand you.
then he laughs, breathless and cruel, kissing the wet tears on your cheek.
“see?” he whispers, still throbbing inside you. “not disrespect. just the way a man calls his woman when she’s this pretty, this ruined, this mine.”
SUMMARY your palace is ruled by women, your cunt a holy altar guarded by wives who worship you with lips and prayer. but jealousy rots in the men who circle your throne.
DISCLAIMER this is a dark work of fanfiction. themes include heavy misandry, manipulation, and sexual degradation. all characters are adults (megumi is 26). nothing here reflects real-life consent or relationships. read responsibly. do not steal, copy, or repost.
the palace is made for worship. ivory columns carved with lilies, silk curtains that ripple like waves when the wind sneaks in from the balcony, a throne raised on seven steps so no man can look at you without tilting his head back. you are their goddess, their empress, their virgin ruler, and your body is the temple that keeps the kingdom alive.
your throne is not cold stone it is flesh, devotion. one girl kneels at your feet, her cheek resting on your thigh as if it were a pillow. another hovers at your side, feeding you peeled grapes one by one, her lips brushing the fruit before it reaches yours. your women are your wives in every way that matters: they bathe you, they oil your skin until it gleams like gold, they slip their mouths between your thighs when the night grows long and the loneliness sharp. they whisper love into your skin, and you let them.
you have never been touched by a man. and yet, they gather beneath your throne like starving dogs.
toji stands with his arms crossed, scarred and broad, eyes devouring you the way soldiers devour an enemy city. nanami kneels properly, golden hair neat, but his fists are tight on his knees as if restraint is a rope cutting into him. geto leans too comfortably against a pillar, the priest turned predator, smiling faintly as he studies the girls at your feet. sukuna does not kneel at all he lounges against your staircase with a grin carved deep in his face, tattoos moving when his chest rises with laughter. shiu smokes despite the incense, lazy eyes never leaving your mouth. and megumi, youngest among them, toji’s son, stands half in shadow, quiet and unassuming, but close enough to be inside your circle.
your women know what this is. a war. their fingers tighten on you as if staking claim. one of them dares, in front of all the men, to part your robe and press a soft kiss above your knee. her lips linger. the room breathes with tension.
toji’s jaw ticks, his body leaning forward as if he might drag her away by her hair. nanami’s gaze sharpens like a blade; sukuna laughs, low and vulgar.
“your majesty,” geto says smoothly, “do you let them worship you while we rot here like beggars?”
you smile, soft, cruel, and tilt your head. “i let those who are worthy.”
the girl at your knee lifts her face, glowing with pride at being chosen. her lips are wet with the sheen of your skin.
nanami clears his throat, speaking carefully, “with respect, empress, men can protect your throne. women cannot.”
you do not look at him. you stroke your servant’s hair, slow and indulgent, as she buries her cheek against your thigh again. “and yet it is women who keep me fed, bathed, adored. tell me, nanami, what use is your sword when it cannot ease my hunger?”
a ripple of laughter rises from your wives, soft but sharp, meant to wound the men. sukuna bares his teeth, delighted at the sting. toji’s nostrils flare; he is not a man who tolerates being mocked.
your eyes sweep the room, deliberate. each man brims with hunger, each girl glows with loyalty. the air is thick, ripe with the promise of a war not fought with steel, but with lips and cock and cunt.
and you, the virgin goddess, sit untouched, untouchable yet every heartbeat, every gaze, presses against your skin like a plea.
the hall grows quiet except for the soft sounds of mouths on your skin. your robe slips from one shoulder, and your servant takes the chance her lips wrap around your nipple, tongue circling lazily, as if she is tasting fruit. another woman joins her at your other breast, sucking gently until your body leans into the throne. they look like priestesses drinking sacred wine, lost in ritual.
beneath your gown, hidden by the fall of silk, two more are wedged between your thighs. their tongues spread you open, worshipping slow, mouths wet and reverent as they eat you out. you feel their devotion in every flick of tongue, every muffled whimper pressed into your cunt.
the men watch. forced to. they are bound not by chains but by your command, and that is heavier than iron.
you breathe deep, eyes half-lidded as the lips on your tits tug, the mouths under your dress lick harder, desperate to please. one hand strokes through your servant’s hair. the other lifts lazily, gesturing downward.
“toji,” your voice is honey but sharp, “the trees outside my window are too tall. cut them before sundown.”
he stiffens, jaw clenching, chest swelling with rage. he is a man built for war, reduced to a lumberjack under your word. your servants suck harder on your tits, as if mocking him, their cheeks hollowing while his fists flex.
“nanami,” you murmur next, fingers stroking the wet mouth at your breast, “see to the accounts. every coin in this palace is mine, and i will not have it miscounted.”
he bows his head stiffly, blond hair falling forward, but his gaze flickers to your nipple shining in another woman’s mouth. his hands twitch as if aching to touch, but he will not.
“geto,” you hum, a soft sigh spilling from your lips as the girls under your dress lap greedily at your cunt, “pray for rain in the northern fields. if your gods still listen to you.”
he smirks, tilting his head, dark eyes glinting. “they listen better than yours, empress.” but his smirk falters as one of your women moans against your clit, making you arch just slightly.
“sukuna,” you say without opening your eyes, “clear the stables. your strength may be better suited to shoveling dung.”
his laugh rattles the pillars, deep and obscene. he licks his teeth, watching the silk shift as your thighs tremble under it, but he bows mockingly, “as my goddess commands.”
“shiu,” you exhale, rolling your head back as one girl bites your nipple softly, “see to the walls. i want every crack repaired before winter.”
the smoke between his fingers curls lazily, but his eyes are knives. “and if i refuse?”
you tilt your head down just enough to meet his gaze, a smile curving your lips as the two under your dress lick you into another shiver. “then i refuse you.”
last, your gaze falls to megumi. he stands too close, too trusted, to be ordered like the rest. “megumi, stay. the others will serve. you will watch over me.”
toji’s rage is near feral. his son is allowed near you while he sweats over trees. your servants moan against your pussy as if to underline your cruelty.
you shift slightly, silk sliding higher, enough for the men to glimpse the movement of heads beneath your gown, the twitch of your thighs. the sound of sucking and swallowing fills the chamber.
“do you see now,” you murmur, voice husky with pleasure, “why i keep my women near and my men beneath?”
the throne shakes with laughter from sukuna, the scrape of teeth from toji, the silence of nanami biting his tongue. but your women do not falter. they drink you, they suckle you, they worship you as if every lick keeps the world turning.
and you sit, cunt spread on eager mouths, tits sucked wet, issuing commands like blessings untouched, untouchable, yet ruling every man in the room with nothing more than the softness between your thighs.
you lean back into the throne as if it were a lover, body relaxed while the mouths on your tits suckle greedily and the two beneath your gown lick you like they could drink eternity from your cunt. your moans are not hidden; they are declarations. every sound you make is a reminder that your pleasure belongs to women, not to men.
your gaze drops lazily to the men below. “look at you,” you murmur, stroking one servant’s hair as she tongues your nipple, “lined up like soldiers waiting for scraps. yet not one of you has ever touched me. not one of you will, unless i decree it. and i do not.”
toji growls low, teeth grinding, veins bulging in his forearms. you smile at his rage, savoring it.
“men swing swords and boast about strength,” you continue, voice husky as the girls beneath your gown suck harder, “yet when i hunger, when i ache, when i demand devotion who gives it? not you. my little wives do. my soft, loyal girls. they hold me when the night is long. they drink from me when i wish. their mouths feed me worship you could never understand.”
nanami stiffens, his jaw taut, but he says nothing. geto smirks faintly, though his eyes are sharp, dangerous. sukuna laughs loud, vulgar, as if he enjoys the insult. shiu exhales smoke, but his hand trembles just slightly.
you reach for megumi. your fingers curl around his wrist, tugging him gently closer until he stands at your side, high on the steps, his face inches from yours. “and then there is my favorite.”
the hall seems to crack with tension. toji’s body jerks forward, barely restrained, as his son takes the place he cannot.
“megumi,” you whisper, tilting your head, “hold my hand.”
he obeys. his large palm covers yours, strong but trembling. your women moan louder against your cunt, tongues moving faster as if jealous of him, as if spurred by your favoritism.
“you see,” you murmur to the men, your voice a slow lash, “this is why i allow him near. he does not growl like an animal. he does not demand. he waits. he listens. he belongs to me, not to his father, not to the name of man, but to me.”
toji snarls, his voice a thunderclap. “he is my son!”
your laugh cuts through the chamber like silk tearing. “he is mine now. mine to sit beside me, mine to serve me, mine to watch me be worshipped while you shovel wood like a beast.”
your servants bite softly at your nipples, suckling them until your body arches, your robe slipping lower, exposing the full curve of your breasts. beneath the gown, two mouths moan into your cunt, their tongues wet and desperate, your thighs twitching from the pleasure.
you keep your eyes on the men, voice dripping contempt. “you are all the same. desperate, violent, certain the world was built to open its legs for you. but i was built to close them.” your smile sharpens. “and to open them only for those i choose.”
your fingers squeeze megumi’s hand. “like him.”
the chamber fills with muffled moans from under your gown, wet sounds of sucking, the soft worship of women who adore you. the men can only stand there, fists clenched, cocks straining, hearts burning with rage.
and you, untouched by any man, let your girls drink from you in plain sight every lick, every suck, every kiss a blade of misandry, cutting deep.
the night splits. inside your chamber, heat and perfume cling to the air, your cunt pressed wet against another’s, thighs trembling as your servant moans into your mouth, her body shaking under yours. your hair is still being massaged, slick with oils, while two more women chant softly, stroking your arms, kissing your fingers, their devotion spilling over you like wine.
the ritual grows heavier. your women cry out your name between words of praise, their hands sliding along your stomach, their lips sealing over your tits. their bodies are your altar, and you grind yourself against them, moaning as you crown yourself in pleasure.
but beyond the walls, the men stalk.
torches die as they pass. footsteps are muffled, rage carried silent. toji leads, blade in hand, the scarred monster reduced to a father eaten alive by envy. megumi’s shadow waits in the courtyard, as if he still guards your chamber, his jaw tight but his posture calm, faithful to you even when his father burns with hatred.
they descend on him.
it happens fast. nanami’s fist to his ribs, geto’s curse binding his arms, sukuna’s laughter ringing as toji drives the blade home. megumi gasps, his eyes wide, the name of his goddess on his tongue, not his father’s. his body jerks once, twice, then falls.
toji snarls as he drags his son’s weight, spitting words through his teeth. “you will never touch what i can’t.”
the others watch, silent or smirking, as the body is hauled to the edge of the black lake that feeds the palace gardens. the water gleams under moonlight, still and endless. with one final shove, toji sends his son into it, the splash echoing like a curse. the ripples eat him whole, dragging him into darkness.
the men stand at the shore, faces lit faintly by the moon. no prayers are spoken, no remorse shared. they turn back toward the palace, their hunger sharper than before.
inside, you climax again. your thighs are wet, your hair perfumed, your lips swollen from women’s kisses. you know nothing of the lake, nothing of the body sinking beneath it.
your women hold you, praise you, worship you with trembling mouths and aching thighs, certain they are keeping you safe, untouched, divine.
but the night is already bleeding, and outside your walls, the men’s footsteps return heavier, dripping with betrayal.
you wake to wet faces pressed against your skin. your bed is not empty; it is a nest of limbs, your wives clinging to you as if your body could shield them from grief. one is weeping into your shoulder, another clutching your wrist, her tears dripping onto your palm. you blink, the weight of sleep dragging, until their voices break into sobs.
“he is gone,” one whispers, shaking, “your chosen one… he did not return.”
you sit up slowly, the silk sheets sliding from your bare skin, and you see the devastation carved into their faces. they cling to you harder, crying as if the world itself has collapsed.
the words hit you like stone megumi. the one you let close. the one who never reached for you with hunger, never treated you like a conquest, but as softness. his eyes had never burned with greed like the others. his hand had only ever held yours.
your face collapses. rage and sorrow rip through you at once, twisting until your body shakes. your mouth opens but no sound comes at first, only the heaving sob of a goddess undone. your women cling tighter, crying into your skin, their small hands stroking you as if they could mend your breaking heart.
you rise. no robe, no crown. your princess gown is thrown onto your shoulders by trembling hands, silks falling around your body like storm clouds. your eyes burn red as you descend the steps of your chamber, barefoot, your wives trailing behind you like wailing priestesses.
the men are gathered below, pretending calm, their faces stiff. the courtyard fills with silence as you appear unannounced, hair unbound, tears streaking down your face, fury vibrating through your body.
you stop at the top of the staircase and your voice tears out of you, sharp enough to cut the night.
“men.”
the word is venom. it drips from your lips like a curse.
“driven by nothing but ego, by hunger, by the pathetic need to conquer what will never belong to you.” your voice cracks, rage and grief bleeding together. “how dare you? how dare you take the only one who did not see me as a prize to be claimed, but as softness to be cherished?”
your wives cry louder, wailing as they cling to you, their voices echoing your grief. you do not silence them. you raise your voice over theirs, sharp as thunder.
“you could not be patient. you could not wait for my word, my choice. you could not bear to see me loved by one who carried no hunger in his hands. you killed him, because his purity burned your filth away. and now his body rots in the lake while you stand here with your cocks and your shame.”
the men look down, their pride cracked. nanami’s jaw tightens, guilt twisting his mouth. geto avoids your eyes, the charm stripped from him. shiu exhales smoke too fast, unable to meet your gaze. even sukuna’s grin falters at the weight of your fury.
and toji he stands still, stone and shadow, his eyes fixed on the ground. the rage that fueled him has turned inward, a blade cutting his own chest. he killed his son. his blood. his reflection. and for what? for a softness he could never have.
you spit the last words like fire. “you are beasts. cursed by your own greed. you killed the only man among you who was worth anything.”
your tears stream openly now, your wives holding you up as your voice cracks again, sharp enough to shatter the night.
“from this day, my body belongs to no man. you will serve me as servants, as dogs, or you will leave this palace in shame. you will look at my face and remember the softness you murdered.”
the courtyard is silent. only your wives’ cries, only your sobs, only the tremble of men who know they have destroyed themselves by destroying him.
and in the shadows of the lake, ripples still move, as if the water itself mourns the boy who had been allowed to touch your hand.
the night is long, your bed heavy with the weight of grief. your women have finally cried themselves into restless sleep, tangled against you like vines, lips pressed to your shoulders as if to shield you from dreams. but the chamber door shifts.
a shadow slips inside. broad, heavy, the shape of a man who does not belong here.
toji.
he is not dressed in his battle leathers, not even in the silks he once flaunted. he wears the rough cloth of your lower servants an old man’s tunic cinched with rope at the waist, sleeves rolled up, the fabric straining over the swell of his chest and arms. even humbled, his body is obscene: muscles carved thick and brutal, veins roping down his forearms, thighs bulging as if he could crush the floor beneath him. yet here he is, kneeling, crawling, his scarred knees pressing into your carpet, dirt clinging to his hands as he lowers himself before your bed.
in his grip, crushed flowers. gathered poorly, stalks broken, petals bruised. an offering so pitiful it would be laughable, if not for the desperation etched into his face.
he crawls until his head touches the edge of your sheets. his voice cracks, low and guttural, no trace of the man who once commanded fear.
“forgive me,” he whispers, forehead pressed to the fabric, shoulders trembling with the weight of his shame. “forgive me, goddess.”
your wives stir faintly in their sleep, but you do not wake them. you shift, sitting upright, eyes burning holes into the broken man at your feet.
toji’s hands clutch the flowers tighter, stems snapping in his fists. “i killed him. i killed my own son because i—” his voice shatters, chest heaving. “because i could not stand to see him have what i could never touch. i tore him from you. i tore your softness from you.”
he lifts his head just enough to press his lips against the sheets where your thighs rest. his mouth moves as if kissing through the fabric, as if apologizing to the cunt he will never deserve.
“i beg your womb,” he mutters hoarsely, voice shaking, “forgive me for starving it of the son who cherished you. i beg your breasts, forgive me for robbing them of his gaze. i beg your heart, forgive me for crushing it beneath my sin.”
his body shudders, sweat dripping down the thick curve of his back, cloth clinging to his massive frame. the tunic strains at his chest as he bows lower, arms corded with muscle even as they tremble under his own weight.
“curse me if you must. damn me. spit on me. but let me beg.” his voice is ragged, eyes wet, lips pressed against the silk again as if he could sink into you through the fabric. “i will crawl until my knees break, i will shovel dung until my hands bleed, i will dress as a dog, a slave, an old man with no name. only do not cast me from you.”
the flowers fall from his grip, scattered petals at your feet, broken stems stained by his sweat.
toji fushiguro, scarred beast, father turned murderer, dilf turned dog, kneels in a servant’s tunic with his forehead pressed to your sheets, begging your pussy, your womb, your breasts, your heart for forgiveness.
and in the silence of the chamber, his body heaves with guilt, the muscles that once killed now trembling like a sinner’s.
you don’t speak at first. you only watch him. this huge man, a mountain of muscle and scars, once the loudest growl in your court, now reduced to a heap at your feet. the servant’s tunic clings damp to his chest, sweat soaking the rough cloth, his thighs bulging through worn seams. his hair falls into his face, shadowing eyes that dare not rise to meet yours.
the flowers lie broken on the floor. petals scattered like pieces of his pride.
you move, slowly, carefully, shifting from your bed until your bare legs dangle over the edge. the sheets pool around your waist, and your women stir, but do not wake. your hand reaches down, curling into his messy hair, gripping it tight until his head jerks up. his breath hitches when his eyes find your thighs so close, bare and gleaming, the scent of your cunt heavy in the air.
“dog,” you whisper, your voice soft but sharper than a blade, “you killed my son of softness. you drowned him in the lake. for that, you will never be a man to me again.”
toji’s chest heaves, his throat working, shame and hunger choking him at once.
“but you may crawl.” your fingers tighten in his hair, dragging his face against your thigh, pressing his mouth to your skin. “you may beg with your tongue. you may worship like the animal you are.”
a sound leaves him half groan, half sob as he lowers himself, pressing kisses to your bare thighs. his lips are rough, scarred, trembling as they travel down. he mutters into your skin, broken prayers.
“forgive me… forgive me, goddess… let me taste what i destroyed… let me beg your womb, your heart, your holy cunt.”
you spread your legs slowly, silk falling aside, the wet heat of your pussy revealed in the candlelight. his eyes widen, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring as if the scent alone could crush him.
you shove his head down. his mouth crashes against your folds, lips sealing over your cunt as if he were drinking from a chalice. he moans into you, deep and guttural, the sound vibrating against your clit.
your thighs close around his head like a trap, forcing him deeper. you hold him there, fingers fisted in his hair, as he licks and sucks, messy and desperate, nothing like your women’s soft worship but animal, starving.
“good dog,” you whisper, tears still streaking your cheeks, rage still burning in your chest. “lick until your tongue splits. beg until your throat bleeds. this is all you are now.”
his massive body trembles beneath the servant’s cloth, muscles flexing, sweat dripping onto the floor as he groans into your cunt. his arms, thick enough to crush stone, are wrapped around your thighs like chains, holding himself there as if he would drown in you willingly.
you tilt your head back, sighing as his tongue works, as his broken prayers spill into your wetness.
behind you, one of your wives stirs, eyes opening, lips parting in shock at the sight. but you only smile, cruel and tired, stroking his hair as he eats you like a dog.
“look,” you murmur softly to her, “see what a man becomes when his ego is crushed. see how they crawl when stripped of pride.”
toji groans louder at your words, sucking harder, as if shame itself were fuel for his worship.
and for the first time, you let him. not as a man. not as a father. not even as a warrior.
but as your dog.
night after night, he returns. not as a warrior, not as a father, not as a man. he slips through your chamber door in silence, wearing that rough servant’s tunic that clings damp to his chest, his broad body hulking and obscene, veins swelling under his skin as if straining against humiliation.
and every night you let him crawl.
you sit on your throne, silk pooled around your hips, legs parted with the ease of a queen who knows she will never be denied. one of your wives peels grapes and feeds them to you slowly, lips brushing your cheek before pressing the fruit to your mouth. another oils your calves, stroking you with reverent hands. the others sit at your feet, watching with wet eyes, their faces lit by the glow of your divinity.
and at the center of it all on his knees, hunched low, scarred face buried between your thighs is toji.
his mouth worships you like scripture. his tongue drags through your folds in heavy strokes, his lips seal over your clit until the sounds are wet, sloppy, obscene. his beard scratches your inner thighs, his nose rubs against you, and every moan he makes is muffled into your cunt. he sucks like he is dying of thirst, groans like a beast breaking, and every shudder of his body shakes the floor beneath him.
your hand rests lazily in his hair, stroking as if he were a dog curled at your feet. sometimes you tug, forcing him deeper, making him choke on your wetness until tears run down his scarred cheeks.
he begs as he licks.
“forgive me, goddess… forgive this cursed man… forgive my hands, my heart, my sins… let me serve your womb… let me praise your pussy until the sun dies.”
you sigh, lounging back, letting a grape burst between your teeth. “good dog,” you murmur, voice heavy with cruelty and indulgence. “you beg well. you eat better than you ever fought.”
your wives laugh softly at your words, their giggles sharp as knives. one leans down to whisper in your ear, “he looks pathetic like this, my empress. worse than the dung-shovelers.”
you smile, stroking his damp hair as he groans into your clit, devouring you harder at the insult.
“hush,” you tell her sweetly. “he is useful now. his tongue belongs to me, his strength wasted, his pride broken. let him stay where he belongs.”
you look down at him, this monstrous body of muscle, this killer of sons, this old dog, kneeling in a servant’s tunic with his mouth full of your cunt.
“praise me louder,” you command, plucking another grape from the vine.
his voice cracks against your folds, muffled and desperate. “you are divinity… you are womb and heart and heaven… you are softness i destroyed, yet softness i still serve… you are everything, goddess, everything…”
and you hum, satisfied, parting your legs wider, letting him drown himself in your pussy while your women feed you fruit and massage your hair.
your wives no longer whisper. they laugh openly now, their voices sharp as blades, cutting into him while he groans against your cunt.
“look at him,” one giggles, tugging his messy hair as his tongue strokes deeper, “the beast of the battlefield, reduced to nothing but a wet tongue between our goddess’s thighs.”
another spits onto his bare back, the saliva gleaming as it slides down the curve of his muscle. “all that strength, wasted. he was born for war and now he licks like a mutt for scraps.”
you smile faintly, chewing a grape, stroking his hair like he’s less than human. “he will never be more than my dog.”
the words strike him harder than chains. his body stiffens, his shoulders trembling, his scarred hands digging into your thighs as his tongue falters. but he doesn’t lift his head. he dares not.
inside, though, the beast growls.
he hears their laughter, the wives, the men outside who must already mock him in whispers, the weight of his son’s ghost pressing down. he is on his knees, yes servant’s cloth straining over his chest, sweat dripping, beard soaked with your cunt but something in him claws upward, savage, unstoppable.
his cock throbs, heavy and thick beneath the rough tunic, pressing against the fabric as if trying to break free. his muscles, still vast, still monstrous, ripple as he shudders with each lick.
dog, they call him. useless, broken, weak.
his pride burns. his hunger burns hotter.
as his tongue slams against your clit again, harder, rougher, his thoughts curl dark. i will prove them wrong. i will conquer her. i will make her mine. i will tear the softness from her throne and bury it in my chest. i will own what no man has touched, what every woman guards. i am bigger. i am stronger. i am man enough to break her divinity.
but out loud, he moans like a dog, lips sealed over your cunt, sucking until you gasp, until your wives smirk cruelly down at him.
he swallows your wetness like it is holy wine, his chest heaving, his throat working, muscles bulging beneath the rags of servant’s cloth.
inside, he vows. she will not always sit above me. one night, i will rise. i will drag her down. and then, goddess or not, empress or not, she will belong to me.
you sit above him, legs parted, grapes sweet on your tongue, hair stroked by gentle hands. you stroke his damp head lazily, unaware of the storm that coils beneath his shame.
toji never leaves. night after night, he crawls back, huge body bent under servant’s cloth, scarred knees bruised from the stone floors, face raw from hours buried between your thighs. he eats you like prayer, like punishment, like salvation. he calls himself your dog, and he means it because a dog has a place. a dog has a purpose. and in your palace, in your bed, in your cunt, he has both.
and he guards it viciously.
because the others begin to falter.
nanami tries first. pride stripped, he kneels too stiffly before you one morning, his voice clipped as he offers to take the collar too, to serve on his knees. but his hands tremble, his eyes still dart with male arrogance, and you see it immediately. “you want power,” you murmur, tilting your head, “not devotion.” your wives laugh, and you wave him away like spoiled fruit.
geto follows, too smooth, too eager to twist it into ritual. he whispers that he can be the priest of your pussy, that his tongue is worship, that he too will crawl if it means tasting divinity. but his eyes glitter with schemes, not surrender, and you feel the lie in his lips before they ever touch your skin. “you would poison my cunt with ambition,” you say coldly. your wives spit on his sandals until he leaves humiliated.
sukuna is worse. he grins wide, tattoos crawling as he spreads his arms. “let me be your beast,” he says, “your dog with fangs.” but he cannot bend, cannot crawl, cannot humble himself. he laughs instead of begging, and when he dares to touch his tongue to your ankle without permission, you kick him across the floor. your wives cheer, chanting that no man can fake submission.
shiu mutters, offering in smoke, saying he’ll kneel if it means a taste. but his hands stay in his pockets, his smirk stays on his lips, and you see the cowardice in him. “you think a collar is a game,” you say. “but a dog must bleed for me.” he leaves, coughing on his own shame.
and through it all, toji stays.
silent, hulking, monstrous in muscle but small in posture, his face pressed to your cunt, his lips raw, his beard wet, his tongue swollen from hours of worship. while the others fail, while they show their pride, their hunger, their tricks he proves himself with obedience.
when they laugh at him, he licks harder. when they mock him, he moans into your pussy, hands gripping your thighs like anchors, as if he’d rather die there than ever lift his head.
your wives adore it. they stroke your hair, feed you grapes, and look down at him with cruel delight. “he is the only true dog,” they say. “the only one worthy.”
and you, empress of misandry, stroke his hair and hum in agreement.
because the truth is clear now: every man in your palace burns for your pussy, but only one has proven himself willing to destroy his pride, his legacy, even his blood, just to lap at it like a mutt at a bowl.
and so toji guards his place. not as conqueror. not as man.
but as your dog.
the palace does not sleep. after megumi’s death and your fury, the air itself has soured. the men are restless, humiliated, desperate. every night they watch toji crawl on scarred knees and bury his face in your cunt, every morning they hear your wives laughing at their failure. the shame burns deeper than steel wounds.
so they turn sly.
nanami begins first quiet, calculated. he lingers near one of your youngest wives, the one who braids your hair. he tells her she deserves more than to live in your shadow, that if she ever wished to feel a man’s devotion she could have his. he speaks with gentleness, with false patience, as though trying to turn her heart soft against you.
geto is smoother. he charms the ones who tend your baths, saying that a goddess’s women are queens themselves, and queens deserve worship. he tells them his mouth can honor them as they honor you, tries to plant hunger where only loyalty should live.
sukuna does not whisper. he corners one boldly, one of your fiercest wives, and laughs as he tells her she’ll never taste true power if she spends her life licking another woman’s cunt. he dangles promises of freedom, of destruction, of what a man’s cock could give her if she dared.
shiu lurks at the edges, puffing smoke, murmuring soft poison into ears reminding them how heavy a collar can feel, how chains dressed as silk still cut.
they all reach, claw, scheme. trying to break the circle, to slip inside your guard through the bodies of the women who love you.
but toji… toji sees it.
he stays low, stays silent, his face always pressed to your thighs, his hands rubbing circles into your calves while you eat fruit and laugh with your wives. but his eyes are sharp beneath lowered lids. he sees nanami leaning too close, geto’s charm slithering, sukuna’s vulgar teeth, shiu’s smoke curling around a wavering heart.
and when the night falls, when your wives curl against you in bed, he does not leave. he crawls to their side, bows his head at their feet, and whispers with the same broken voice he uses on your cunt.
“don’t listen. don’t let them take you from her. don’t let them poison your hearts. you belong to her. i belong to her. we are hers.”
your wives giggle, stroke his hair like he’s a beast chained to their ankles, and they mock him “good dog, guarding us too.” but their eyes soften. they trust him, in the way one trusts a hound snarling at the edge of the woods.
and you when you wake in the night and see him there, crouched low between your wives and the door, his massive body blocking the shadows, his head bowed, you realize something bitter.
the others want to conquer you. toji only wants to keep you.
and though his face is still wet from licking your cunt raw, though his chest heaves with humiliation, he is the only barrier left between your women and the men who would tear them apart to reach you.
you wake to silence where there should be whispers. your wives are gone from your bed, the silk still warm where they slept. your heart stirs uneasily, and when you rise, barefoot across the polished floor, you see it one of them, your soft-haired bride, slipping out of a shadowed hall with her face pale and eyes wide.
behind her, toji.
but not crawling. not bent. not on his knees.
he walks. broad and hulking, servant’s cloth clinging to his chest, sweat shining on his neck, his scars alive in the torchlight. in his grip, your wife’s wrist, his huge hand engulfing it as he drags her back into the chamber.
your breath catches. the sight of his body upright, manly and monstrous, after weeks of crawling like a hound it rattles something deep in your chest.
he shoves her forward, and she falls to her knees at the foot of your bed, weeping.
“she was with nanami,” toji says, voice low, rough, the old power simmering beneath every word. “listening to his poison. letting him whisper that you are only flesh, not goddess. that you could be stolen.”
your face decomposes. betrayal strikes deeper than any blade. one of your own your beloved wife letting a man’s lies into her ears. you sit heavily on the edge of your majestic bed, silk pooling around you, hands trembling as your eyes fix on her sobbing face.
“how could you?” your voice cracks, heavy with both grief and fury. “after i gave you my body, after you worshipped me, how could you bend to him?”
she crawls forward, clinging to the hem of your gown, crying apologies, but the hurt already poisons the air.
then toji moves.
he steps close, towering, his shadow covering both of you. and then he sits on your bed, beside you, uninvited, yet filling the space like he owns it. his weight makes the mattress dip, his heat spreads over your skin, his massive body dwarfing you even wrapped in silk.
he pulls you into his lap with ease, your thighs falling over the bulk of his, your back pressed against the thick plane of his chest. his hands, still rough from the sword and the axe, curl around your waist, holding you firm.
his mouth lowers to your ear, his breath hot. “you see now,” he murmurs, voice guttural, “you can’t even trust your own women. they will falter. they will listen. they will betray.”
you shudder, your tears spilling again, your head tipping back against his shoulder.
“only i,” he whispers, lips grazing your hair, “only i will not. i am your dog, your guard, your man. i killed my own blood rather than let him steal you. i crawl, i beg, i bleed, but i never stray.”
his grip tightens on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, his heartbeat hammering steady and heavy into your back.
“you can only trust me, goddess. your women weep, your men scheme. but me...” his lips brush the shell of your ear, “i stay. i kneel. i guard. i serve. only me.”
the chamber is thick with the sound of your wife’s sobbing on the floor, the silence of betrayal. but toji’s voice drowns it out, low and steady, wrapping around your heart like chains.
and for the first time, sitting on your own bed in the lap of the man you swore would never rise, you feel the sharp twist of doubt.
i need another freaky thought exchange because yet another thought is flooding my mind…
Just imagine in the heat of the moment accidentally calling toji dad.
Augh. 💔
He likes it too…he makes you say it again…and again…and again…
Anyway…thank yewww for the follow back i feel so special. ☺️
not you being the chosen one rn 🩷 ur literally lucky cause i wrote this exact dad slip-up thing months ago but was too scared to post it… 🧍🏻♀️like i had it sitting there, collecting dust and shame. BUT NOW??? it’s your lucky dayyy i might just drop it 👀 so thank u for unblocking the memorie… enjoy bb🎀
18+ ONLY 📌 disclaimer: ♡ this is a fictional piece intended for mature audiences only. it explores dark and taboo themes purely through fantasy and does not reflect real life beliefs or behaviors.. please read at your own discretion ♡
he was on top of you again. big, broad, warm. that kind of weight that settles over your hips and doesn’t leave until he’s emptied himself inside you twice, sometimes three times, depending on how late he gets home. it was always like this after those late nights, whatever job he was doing, whatever cash heavy errands he was running. he never told you. you never asked. all you knew was when the key turned in your apartment door past midnight and that voice called for you in a low murmur, he was already undoing his belt.
and you always let him in. every time.
he’d helped you once, months ago lifting furniture into your apartment, tightening legs onto a coffee table you ordered off some cheap site. he brought his tools. he stayed longer than he needed. and now… now he stayed every week.
his body dwarfed yours. not sculpted just heavy. all chest and arms and soft belly that rubbed against yours when he rocked in deep. his forearms were thick and dusted with dark hair, wrists wide and wrists strong. there was always that silver watch still on him, clinging to one arm like a symbol of how quickly he’d slid in without changing out of his day. he never fully undressed. just rolled his sleeves back, undid a few buttons, let his slacks fall low and his cock stretch you slow from below.
you were folded under him now, thighs pulled all the way up against your chest, your feet barely balanced on the inside of his elbows. one of his hands kept your thigh tight to his side while the other stroked over your shin, thumb grazing your ankle like he was calming you not that he ever stopped fucking you while he did it.
his hips moved slow. not lazy. intentional. he filled you each time with that fat, heavy older cock, dragging the whole length out just to press it back in, long and thick and satisfying. the kind of stretch that made your belly swell up with pressure, the kind that made you gasp and sob and press your knuckles against your lips like it would soften the sound.
you felt everything. the subtle grind of his hips when he stayed seated all the way in. the brush of his trimmed pubes against your folds. the weight of his thighs slotted against your ass. the slight bounce of your soft tummy with each nudge, the warm sweat gathering in the crease of your back where his chest occasionally lowered just enough to kiss it.
his cologne was still fresh on his shirt collar tom ford grey vetiver but muted now, clinging to the skin under his neck, blending with the faint smoky musk of his post-work cigarette. it made your eyes flutter every time he leaned down and exhaled near your face.
he kissed your jaw. then your neck. his mouth moved lazily, like he had all the time in the world, like he’d already decided he was going to stay inside you for the rest of the night.
that’s it, baby… his voice barely above a whisper, relax for me. you’re so sweet like this. my good girl. my soft little thing.
you could barely answer. your face was flushed, lips damp, eyes half-closed and glossy with that dumb heat that always crept in when he got too deep.
mmm— you gasped, breath catching as his hips rolled in again, slower, deeper, more deliberate. your walls clenched around him, fluttering tight from the stretch. s’too much…
he shushed you gently, kissing the corner of your mouth like you were just tired, just spoiled, like you didn’t even realize how much he loved how you said that every time.
you can take it, pretty girl. you always do.
his thrusts kept that same slow rhythm, but you were unraveling, toes curling, body warm and overstimulated already. your thighs trembled against his arms, and he held them tighter, watching the way your belly jiggled with every roll of his hips. he stared at it for a moment, then pressed his large palm down over the bulge where his cock stretched you, smearing it gently.
look at that, he muttered low, almost to himself. so soft all over.
you moaned, almost startled, your hand flying up to grip his wrist eyes big and glassy and desperate.
you nodded before thinking, lips parted, voice sticky and breathless.
mm’yes dad…
and just like that..
his hips paused, his weight grounding into you fully as he exhaled through his nose, still, still deep inside. your eyes widened the second it slipped out your chest rising in panic, face burning.
but he didn’t move away. didn’t laugh. didn’t correct you.
he leaned in, slow, voice thicker now, darker, low enough to graze your pulse.
what did you just call me, sweetheart?
his cock throbbed once inside you. his palm stayed warm on your belly.
you froze. trembling. flushed.
he kissed your temple.
mmm go on, pretty. say it again. you know what i like. say it for dad.
his cock twitched inside you again, thicker somehow now that you’d said it now that the word had dropped so sweet and shameful from your lips. his hands were still cradling your thighs, that warm palm still pressing against the soft rise of your belly where his cock showed, and he didn’t even blink.
he just smiled.
not wide. not amused. something smaller. darker. like he’d always known you were this kind of girl. like he was just waiting for you to admit it.
so that’s what you really think of me, he murmured, voice low and syrup-thick, dragging across your skin like smoke. you knew what you were doing when you let me in. when you let a man twice your age keep his key. when you let your… dad take care of you.
he said it on purpose.
‘dad.’
like it was always supposed to be that way.
your body stuttered beneath him, eyes wet, hands curled up near your face like you didn’t know what to do with them. he leaned down, lowering the weight of his chest onto yours, that thick belly pressing to your soft middle, cock seated so deep it made your toes curl.
don’t be shy now, baby, he whispered, kissing just below your eye, you said it first.
his hips rolled once, slow and filthy, grinding his cock right into the sweet spot that made your breath catch in your throat. your legs trembled in his grip.
you know daddy takes care of everything, he went on, lazy and warm, like he was explaining something to a child. pays your rent, fills your fridge, keeps that pretty pussy nice and stretched. you don’t even have to think anymore, do you?
you whimpered, biting your knuckle, your walls fluttering tight around him. your body was betraying you, soaking around the base of his cock, hot and slippery.
he laughed softly.
look at you, he grinned, nuzzling into your cheek, so fuckin’ adorable. so full. you’re just my little girl, aren’t you? my dumb, needy baby.
his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb dragging down to smear your lip, then slipping between them pressing down on your tongue, making you drool a little as he rocked into you again.
open wide for dad. lemme hear you say it right.
you blinked, pupils blown out, tongue stretched around his thumb.
dad…
again.
dad… oh god—daddy…
his breath hitched. his hips moved faster now, less patient, his weight driving you deeper into the bed. your stomach bounced with every thrust, your thighs slick and trembling, voice cracking from the stretch.
he kissed your mouth, still muttering against it.
that’s my girl. my sweet daughter.
you whimpered, legs falling open wider for him, his body swaying over you like a shadow. and he just kept whispering it over and over my girl. my baby. my daughter.
his hips kept moving again slow at first, the kind of rhythm that made you cry just from the weight of it. every time he drove in, it forced a gasp out of your lungs, your thighs shaking against his thick torso. his cock was heavy, fat, dragging along every soaked inch inside you, spreading your walls until all you could do was hold your breath and take it.
his abs tightened every time he pushed in deep those carved v-lines flexing, veins twitching along his arms and neck. sweat beaded at his collarbone, dripping down his chest, catching in the trail of hair that disappeared below his stomach. his skin slapped against yours, hot and rough and real, the kind of weight you couldn’t fake.
and he watched it all. watched your tits bounce with every grind, watched your belly jiggle where it met his, your soft thighs squeezing his sides.
you love this, don’t you? he growled, low and raw, his voice shredded with heat. daddy’s cock feels too good, huh? my baby’s all dumb on it now.
you whimpered, eyes rolling up, your hands scrabbling for his arms, his shoulders, anything to hold. and he let you. let you clutch him while he fucked deeper. let you cry.
say it again, he murmured, cupping both your cheeks in his big hand, making you look at him, breathless and glassy-eyed. say it for daddy. let me hear it.
you sobbed, a soft helpless sound, lips wobbling under his palm.
mm—dad… i like it when you do that, you sniffled, blinking up at him, when you talk to me like that…
he groaned, loud this time, hips stuttering forward harder, faster, the muscles in his back flexing beneath your hands.
fuck. he gasped, sweat dripping down his temples as his thrusts picked up, brutal now, like he couldn’t hold back anymore. you don’t even know how pretty you are when you cry for it. my girl. my little fuckin’ girl.
he grabbed both your thighs, pushed them higher, holding you open while he drove in deep balls slapping against your ass, the sound of it obscene and wet. you felt him everywhere now. the stretch. the pressure. the heat.
his cock kissed your cervix, hips slamming in hard enough to bounce the bedframe, to leave you dizzy and blinking through tears.
daddy’s gonna cum, baby. you gonna take it all for me? my sweet baby girl gonna let her father fill her up, yeah?
you nodded, tears slipping sideways off your cheeks, mouth open, tongue out.
please, dad… wan’ all of it, please—
he groaned loud, hand grabbing your face again, fingers spreading your cheeks as he leaned down and kissed your mouth hard, messy, teeth clashing.
and then he came.
thrust buried deep. cock pulsing thick and slow. his hips grinding down like he was trying to keep it all in you. his voice dropped into a hoarse growl as he whispered right against your lips:
that’s it. take it, baby. take all your daddy’s cum. mmm such a good girl for her dad.
he stayed there, weight pressing into you, cock still twitching inside, hand still on your face like he couldn’t stop touching you. like he didn’t want to leave.
because he was your dad now. the only one that mattered.
and you were his precious babygirl…
^_−☆thank u sm to everyone who’s been reading this filth and especially to my lil slut who requested it 🫶🏽
i’m sorry it took me forever to continue & that it’s a lil short i’ve been in my rotting slowly in silence era 😭 but i finally picked it up again for u.
thank u for being patient and horny and deranged with me. i’ll try to keep going now that i’m back in the mood.
tw: age gap (reader is early 20s, toji is early 40s)
mdni! 🔞
“such a good girl, baby. fuck..” toji murmured, his hands on your hips as you straddled his waist. “way too good for an old man like me…”
you’re currently naked in your boyfriends lap, your arms loosely wrapped around his neck as you took his length inside of you.
he’s so big, pulsing and making your walls burn in the best way possible. you’re whining, clenching tight around his dick as you slide up and sink back down.
he’s leaning back against the headboard, looking up at you with half lidded, lazy eyes.
you’re so close to him that you can see the grey hair in his stubble that he tries so hard to keep out of your sight. he doesn’t want you to see him aging like this while you stay young and lively and fun.
you’re growing more and more exhausted, but his big, calloused hands on your hips are helping to guide you up and down.
“mngh… t-toji.. m’tired.” you whine, your movements slowing. you both were on the cusp of your orgasms, but your thighs were aching and burning, and every time he pushed in fully, it practically knocked the wind out of you.
“i know, sweetheart.” he whispered lowly, his voice rough. one of his hands snaked up your spine, cradling the back of your head and pulling you down into a deep kiss. “keep going f’me. i know you can.” he whispered against your lips.
his hand that had been on your hip moved down to your ass, smacking it gently before squeezing at the soft flesh.
you yelped from the mixture of pain and pleasure, the feeling giving you enough energy to move your hips again with his guidance.
“too much…” you whine, but you continue to move at a steady pace, your head dropping to rest in his neck. the stubble on his jaw scratched against your temple as you moved.
“just like that baby.. you’re doing so good. just a little more.” he muttered, his voice becoming rougher as his orgasm grew closer.
you felt a warmth tingling in your lower stomach, making your toes curl. toji could practically sense that, his fingers moving down to slowly, yet firmly, play with your clit, making you jolt.
“m’gonna cum.. mmf- toji, k-keep doing that…” you whimpered, rocking your hips faster, pulling suppressed groans from his lips.
“cum for me, baby. you worked so hard my sweet girl.” his free hand gently held the back of your head, still buried in his neck.
his words tipped you over, and you came with a loud cry, squeezing impossibly tight around him.
he followed right after you (always making sure you finish first, of course), his sticky release filling you up.
the two of you just sat there for a few minutes, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your bare back, whispering to you about how good you were while you hid your face in his neck.
even though your boyfriend was getting older, and his stamina might not be what it used to be, all he could do was hope that you wouldn’t grow tired of him.
he knows someone like you, young, sweet, and gorgeous, could have anyone you’d like. he didn’t deserve you, and sometimes he questioned why you even loved him.
but moments like this, when he was holding you and making you feel good, toji fushiguro, a man who never felt deserving of anything, really felt like he could just be with someone for once.
||a/n: this got kinda sad at the end soz lol
anyway i’m replaying silent hill 2 rn and i just luv james so much poor baby
SYNOPSIS: you’re megumi’s best friend first, but you can’t help also being his dad’s biggest mma fan
PAIRING — mma!toji fushiguro x uni!reader
CONTENT — MDNI, angst, NSFW, filthy, age gap, nsfw, thigh riding, pet names, MAJOR spit kink, virginity loss, corruption kink, spanking, cheating, daddy kink, pussy slapping, cunninglingus, creampie, unprotected, dacriphilia,
A/N — end of fic for informational + donation links 🍉
you were just a girl. and being a girl you obviously fangirled over silly things.
it varied really. you fangirled over one piece, aot, video game characters, film characters, peaky blinders, game of thrones, k-dramas, and of course sports. you had silly crushes on soccer players, but the one athlete who truly dominated your heart was the best mma fighter of all time and that was none other than, Toji Fushiguro.
“megumiiii!” you run over to the boy, throwing yourself on his back making him stumble, just as yuuji came, also jumping on megumi.
nobara was running as well with her shopping bags and boba before gasping for air by the time she reached the doorstep of the fushiguro household.
“we missed you!” yuuji whines. the three of you decided to pay megumi a visit after his weeklong absence due to his cold.
“get off me.” he grunts.
“it’s okay! we don’t care that you’re sick!” you dramatically cry out, yuuji crying as well as you kiss megumi’s cheek—
“It’s not because I’m sick, but because you idiots are heavy!” megumi shoves you and yuuji as he stumbles back. his vein was throbbing on his forehead, only making the three of you bark with laughter.
“y/n, and I will cook for you!” nobara was already shoving her way inside as you trailed after. taking over the fushiguro kitchen as yuuji dragged megumi back inside, crashing in the living room. everyone making themselves at home, as if they’ve lived here for years. megumi didn’t say anything. only commenting about not burning their hands again, because the truth is megumi missed them too.
snuggling into the blanket, yuuji played the new game megumi had bought. nobara had maki on speaker as she tried to give instructions on the new curry recipe. while you lounged on the counter scrolling through your phone—
“smells good.” the deep voice sent shivers down your spine. you glanced up to see the man you fantasized about, before even meeting megumi. you’d known megumi since your first year at university. but it wasn’t until you made a joke about how him and the mma fighter have the same last name did everything click.
“ya, he’s my dad.” your fate was sealed. you could never ever ever have sex with your idol, because he was your best friends dad.
how the heavens have cursed you.
but that didn’t stop you from always trailing behind the man. smiling brightly, rambling about your classes, telling him about how the professor hates you but loves megumi. you’re happy he never noticed the way your cheeks would sting every time you’d speak to him, or when he’d look at you, or when he’d pat your head, or when he’d-
“nobara is about to burn it though,” you mutter, behind your hand, toji looking over at nobara who’s sweating bullets as she tries to figure out how long she should be cooking this.
“so you’re not doing anything?” he muses, your lips part.
“I was! she just doesn’t need help right now,” you retort, sitting up, but toji’s hand lands on your head, beckoning you to follow him. “I need help moving some things.” a furious heat rushed up your body, the feeling of being needed by him sent you spiraling.
“oh okay!” you immediately perk, bouncing off the seat as you follow toji. his lips turning when he sees you trailing so quickly behind him like a cute puppy.
“why’re you throwing this stuff?” you frown seeing the boxes stacked in the basement.
“not throwing it, I’m moving it to the gym.”
“oh, good,” you smile, bending down to lift the boxes—
“woah, sweetheart.” your skin burns as toji pressed a hand to your waist. “I just need your help holding the door and opening the trunk.”
his chuckle made your cheeks warm. “I’ll still help!” you turn back around, but toji stops you with a sigh.
“fine, grab these,” he hands you a single framed picture, and nudges forward to get the door. you were ready to complain before you noticed the photo in your hands. “door.”
“sir, this is like the best photo ever! this is the original one right!?” you suddenly gush holding the door open. toji hums, carrying three stacked boxes as he walks out of the basement, heading out to the driveway.
“this was when you beat Kenjaku in a knockout and finally won your first title!” your eyes were fixated on the photo as you rambled on and on about how you’ve never seen the real thing, and how you remember your dad flipping a table out of how excited he was.
toji sat the boxes on the ground, turning to look at you.
“how long have you been a fan?” he was curious. i mean he trains yuuji after he opened his gym, ready to retire in a year, but the rest of megumi’s friends were never as interested in him as you were.
“since this fight,” you beam, finally looking up. your heart thumps at the look he’s giving you. “you’re just cool,” you mutter in embarrassment, cheeks flushed beyond measure. you lean into the trunk, sliding the framed photo carefully. your sweater riding up as you stretch your arms…
tojis eyes trail down to the bare skin, his pupils dilating at the sight.
“what’s this?”
his thumb suddenly caresses the skin of your hip making you jump. turning sharply, toji looks at the mark that peaks out of your pants.
“oh, i got a tattoo,” you lean against the trunk, lifting your shirt a bit. the tattoo was an olive branch that started from just outside your hip, and with your finger you motioned over your pants where it ended, the inside of your thigh.
“I didn’t know you liked tattoos,” he mutters, still brushing the top of the tattoo. your ears were burning, his hands were so big, you liked how rough his thumb was against your soft skin.
“don’t tell anyone,” you lower your voice, motioning toji to glance up at you as you talk behind your hand, as if someone were actually here. it was endearing. “but kyo was afraid of getting one himself, so he begged me to get one with him.” he clenched his jaw.
kyo…the low-life scum that megumi always had the pleasure of telling him about, mainly about how he was dirt compared to you. how you deserve better. how nobara hates him to death. and yet you’ve now been dating for almost two full semesters.
toji’s voice dropped. “so he forced you?”
“no!” you shook your head, almost breaking into a laugh. “as if anyone can force me to do anything.” you wave off the older man, still laughing as you head back to the basement.
toji hadn’t noticed how warm his cheeks were until you walked way. swearing under his breath he picked up the boxes shoving them in the truck. what was it about you?!
“yuuji you keep dropping your shoulder after you kick!” you whine, leaning over the ring as you watch yuuji spar toji.
“I’m not!”
“you are!”
“am not!” yuuji receives a blow to his dropped shoulder, toji finally hitting it on the nail that yes, you were right.
“told you,” you mutter, yuuji huffs, glaring over his shoulder at you.
“stop picking on him, y/n.” toji unwraps his gloves, noticing the way your eyes avert.
“how about you spar him, since you’re so good,” yuuji spits, his cheeks flushed and slightly out of breath.
“no, we have to go. we’ve been here long enough,” kyo groans from his position on the bench. he came to pick you up, but you told him to wait, wanting to see how much yuuji has improved. it was also the second time toji has met him. the moment kyo stepped into the gym, he was on his phone, only leaning down for you to peck his cheek before you came rushing back to the ring. arrogant prick, thought toji.
“five more minutes,” you reply, pulling your sweater off as you rush into the ring. you bounce up to toji grabbing yuuji’s gloves who almost laughs at kyo’s irritated expression.
“you ever spar before?” toji helps you put the gloves on. your lips part—
“she has!” yuuji interrupts, before you can lie.
“just a little martial arts,” you frown at yuuji, who grins even wider.
“nah, she’s like a black belt in Jujutsu—“
“taekwondo,” you correct with a spit.
“either way, don’t hold back on her!” yuuji cackles, sticking his tongue out as you move to lunge at him, but toji wraps an arm around your waist pulling you back to him. he notices kyo glance with a raised brow, his hand was splayed on your stomach, gently calming you. your cheeks flush, as you hum. toji pulls away, side-eyeing kyo briefly, turning his attention back to you.
“okay okay, let’s see what you got,” toji fixes the helmet on your head, before stepping back. you pound your fists together eyes glinting as toji immediately sees what you’re trying to do. he does his signature start, pounding his fists twice, creating a booming clap with each one.
“okay,” you smile, getting into your start. your hands are up by your face, blocking off your body as you stand to the side instead of squared off in the middle.
“FIGHT!” yuuji shouts, you immediately shift inside, throwing your leg up to catch the top of his helmet.
“whew!” toji brushes the kick off with a whistle, a grin spreading across his lips. “not bad.” he fixes his hands up. “keep going, sweetheart.”
you’re smiling too bright. cheeks flaming as you rush in for another kick. you completely lost track of time as you sparred the renowned fighter. he easily blocked or dodged your kicks, his fists were light taps as he got you a couple times. nothing compared to the harder blows he gave yuuji. he obviously held back, but he still entertained the living hell out of you. fueling your blood as you went harder, and with a little luck, and toji getting distracted by the sweat trickling down your full bouncing chest, you landed kick to his stomach.
“oh shit.” you mutter.
“oh shit!” yuuji repeats stunned. megumi and nobara sit up noticing the sudden silence.
“ohhhhhhhhhh fuck yeahhh!” you scream, jumping up and down as you toss the helmet off and yuuji joins you as you celebrate the tiny victory that felt like the most incredible win in the world!
toji is cackling, rolling his eyes as he takes his gear off. megumi quirks a curious brow when he notices the way toji’s looking at you.
“settle down,” he pats your head. his expressions shifts once you glance up at him, your pretty lips all wet as you heaved, sweat rolling down the tops of your smooth tits. his green eyes glance away, clearing his throat, a sting spreading across his face. “next time you can spar yuuji.”
your face brightens as you turn to your friend. nobara was already leaning into the ring as she started laughing, recording her entire bit. “y/n will definitely beat your ass!!”
“as if!” the three of you start arguing, until after a moment you look up.
“where’d kyo go?” the bench was empty, your bag laying there by itself.
“left awhile ago,” megumi answers. toji glances over, noticing the way your cute brows pinched together, clearly upset.
“cmere, lemme give you some pointers,” toji calls you over. your feet carrying you easily. the three friends huddle around as they do their work. nobara occasionally glancing up to see you sitting on the mat as toji casually sat in front of you.
“y/n is the only person that can get mr. fushiguro talking.” Yuuji looks up after nobara’s comment. humming in agreement.
“ya he said the funniest joke ever when y/n asked for one yesterday. Damn what was the joke again?” yuuji taps his chin thinking as megumi looks over, his father seemed deep in conversation. it wasn’t like you were rambling, no. you were listening attentively. engaging with small encouraging nods as toji spoke. your lips would part as you gave the most animated reactions, clearly enjoying his company on a different level.
interesting.
toji had weaknesses. the first being money. if his manager and megumi weren’t handling it then his bank accounts would be empty in a flash. his second weakness was definitely a need to eavesdrop, especially when you were over.
“no, i told him no,” your words were quiet. you and nobara sat in the living room while yuuji and megumi went to pick up some snacks from the store.
“thought you said you were ready?” she questioned.
“i am, but like…he’s like…” your voice trails off, burying your face into the cushion.
nobara groans with you, hitting the top of your head with light slaps. “you’re so confusing. if you don’t wanna have sex with him just break it off. he’s a dick anyways.”
“you don’t understand.” you whine. “i wanna do it, im ready, but whenever he starts—“ a glass crashes to the floor. startling the two girls as they glance to see toji picking up the broken cup.
“mr.fushiguro what are your thoughts on kyo?” nobara suddenly belts. your head snaps to her, eyes wide. what kind of question?!
“he’s arrogant,” toji cleans the spilled beer. “a prick, and doesn’t respect anyone other than himself—“
“how would you know?” you cut him off. toji looks up.
“cmon he’s just saying what everyone else has been. you said it yourself,” nobara is desperate. she wants you to finally acknowledge how fucking crappy your boyfriend is, if you can even call him that.
“ive only ever heard shit things about him. and you don’t deserve that. that’s all I’m gonna say,” toji excuses himself. he was pissed. pissed about how upset you got when he made a comment. you never spoke that way to him. nor did you cut him off and vise versa…
however later that night, he hears a small creak on the steps. looking over his shoulder he see you coming up the steps into his second living space on the estate. he was watching his own movie with a beer resting on his side.
“don’t you have a fight?” you mutter, coming over to the man. “you shouldn’t be drinking that.” the light from the screen shines against your exposed skin as you walk in front of the man, taking a sit beside him on the couch. you’ve done this a couple times. usually when everyone has fallen asleep and you’re still wide awake, you’ll lounge with toji watching his shows until you also knocked out. but this time felt different. you sat closer. your head was bowed to your chest as you fiddled with the ends of your boy shorts.
“i treat myself to one every couple weeks,” he answers, taking another sip, his eyes locked on the tv. “they all asleep?” you hum.
toji enjoyed silence. especially at night. but this silence was somehow eating at him. he was aware of your little glances, the way you suddenly shift and move. he needed you to talk—
“next time, don’t say anything about kyo…” you mutter, it was so soft, he could barely hear it. but he did. and it irked him.
“so I shouldn’t say the truth?”
your eyes glare up at him, a scowl forming on your lips. “no you shouldn’t.” you snap. “it’s none of your business.”
“you were in my house. so that makes it my business.” toji meets your glare. his jaw looked sharper against the flickering lights, his collarbones peaked from his white t-shirt, his hair tousled over his eyes accentuating how fucking attractive he is.
“well…that’s not fair,” your legs come up, burying your face in it. your heart was beating so fast, your body heating up. you just wanted to be close to him. you couldn’t cross that line, you couldn’t! but toji’s hand slide up and down your back.
“okay…I’m sorry.”
his words sent a certain warmth spreading deep into your core. you didn’t answer, but toji still pulled you into his side as he stroked your hair, letting you rest your head on his chest. he heard your sniffles, but was silent. but then your small hand started playing with the one on his lap.
his felt his heart jump.
you pressed his hand against your damp cheek, leaning into it.
“what is it?” his voice was so soft, like honey as he gently turned your face up. your lips were open as you stare up at the beautiful man. eyes glossed over. “stop crying.” he sighs, making more tears slip down your adorable cheeks. “awe sweetheart.”
toji leans down, holding your face, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. you should be satisfied with that! but you wanted another one, your eyes were dilated and filled with unshed tears as you hummed so quietly that only toji could hear. he understands you, understands the way your eyes linger.
“don’t cry,” he kisses your temple, then your eyes, feeling the salty tears coat his lips. your chest was filled with water as you let out small quiet sniffs, fists clenching his shirt, still begging for more. “babygirl,” he sighs, his face lowered. brushing his lips so close to yours. you can feel his breath.
then, out of nowhere, he presses a kiss to your lips.
your heart stops. he pulls away your tears still flowing. his heart aches at the expression on your face. it was like he completely shattered your heart. but you still held onto him, burying yourself closer to his side, ultimately falling asleep to his strokes.
the next morning you woke up beside nobara tucked under the blanket. you buried your face even deeper, ignoring nobara’s comments about it being the first time you don’t kick her in your sleep.
if toji was expecting not to see you because of what happened, he was very wrong. you still came to watch yuuji practice in the gym, you still lounged around the fushiguro household, you even joked with toji as if nothing was wrong. toji was happy you were doing okay. but he felt his stomach churn when megumi mentioned.
“ya supposedly they got into it yesterday.” toji closes the fridge, turning to look at his son sitting at the counter eating. by they he means you and your dick faced “boyfriend”.
“what about?” megumi glanced up, toji noting the look. “you’re the one that brought it up.”
megumi swallows his food. “something about never being alone together. so they started arguing at todo’s place and he ditched her. now she’s giving him the silent treatment, but last night they got into another fight in the car. nobara and maki came rushing out to—“
“did he lay his hands on her?” toji suddenly starts up. not realizing his complete attention is on the kid. megumi quirks a brow, shaking his head.
“no, but…” he swallows again. “everyone’s telling her to break up with him. there’s zero redeeming qualities about the guy. he treats her like shit. flirts with every other girl when she’s not around. I don’t know why she’s still with him.”
toji didn’t know why he cared so much. why he’d carefully guide any conversation he had with his son to you. wondering how you’re doing, checking in on something megumi had told him last week. megumi wasn’t an idiot, but toji couldn’t even realize what he was doing to know how to not do it. especially when megumi stated.
“you never ask how nobara is doing.” the weight of the statement sent the room into a momentary silence. the only thing that could be heard was the characters talking on the tv in the distance.
when toji failed to respond it left the two simmering in silence.
but toji couldn’t help the small jitters that filled his stomach when he heard the familiar footsteps late at night. of course he knew you were over, and of course he made a show downstairs grabbing a drink to show that he’s staying up. all he had to do was wait an hour until time the rest fell asleep, to enjoy your company alone.
“did i miss anything?” you slid onto the couch, curling up as you hugged the pillow. toji briefly explained the last episode, before sinking back into silence. toji didn’t mind the silence, but he also knew that usually during these nights you both would talk for hours. but he knew this time was different. his eyes focused on the screen. but he could feel your eyes on him. drinking in his beautiful face, his sharp jawline, his damp hair. everything about him was perfection in your eyes. you knew it was forbidden which made it more exhilarating.
he liked when your eyes were on him. he also hated the small victory that lit his being when he reclined even more, spreading his legs wider and opening his arm up. an invitation.
you gently slid closer, cuddling up to his side. he was always so warm, a personal heater, and you were happy to be wearing shorts and a loose tshirt, smiling to yourself. you couldn’t help but lean closer, blushing at his natural scent mixed with the forest body wash.
“you smell good,” you mutter, making the older man chuckle lightly.
“thanks, sweetheart.” he rests back, settling in again, arm tightening around you.
your heart was pounding, lips parted as you glance up. his neck gave easy access, but you had to bite your lip. your legs closed tight, your thoughts swirling in your head causing your body to react to things he’s never done to you! yet, you also have a mouth that seems to act on its own too…
“do you hate me?”
toji’s brows shot up. “why would I hate you?”
your ears sting, burying your face in his chest. toji sighs, pulling you even closer, his hand gently tracing small strips up and down your arm. an odd occurrence followed, one that surprised him, but nonetheless he did.
“i like your company. spending time with you isn’t so bad.” the truth that slipped his lips was something he hadn’t done in awhile. he spoke to you often, that’s correct, but talking about his feelings, that took something more. however, his stomach churned when he felt your body tense. turning his head, he glances down.
staring right at him are your big doe eyes filled with unshed tears, your soft wet lips trembling gently. his heart skipped a beat. “what’s wrong?!”
“nothing.” your ears sting, immediately covering your face. you sniffle, desperately trying to collect yourself. toji chuckles, landing a hand on your head. the rough treatment immediately softens, coaxing you to slowly pull your hands away.
“are you embarrassed?” his voice was so deep, which didn’t help your flustered state. his hand slides to the back of your head once you look up at him again. his half lidded eyes made your cheeks flush. the shadows that highlighted his features, his own lips parting showing you his tongue as he licked his lips. his body heat making you sweat. he was definitely not from this earth. “you’re so cute.”
your breath hitched. did you say that? no, that was definitely him. your throat is dry as he gently massages the flesh of your thigh. he laughs again. “don’t pretend like you don’t know. is that why you’re always crying in front of me?” he knows that isn’t why, but still. “batting your big eyes at me.”
“i…” your cheeks flush a deeper crimson. he smiles in victory. hes left you speechless.
“that’s my weakness.”
“girls crying?” you mutter, upset.
he massages your thigh, leaning further down, giving you no escape from his eyes. “seeing you cry.” you mouth went dry. “are you embarrassed?”
“no.”
he licks his lips. “good.” he smiles. “you don’t have to be embarrassed around me.”
you can smell his musk more clearly, clouding your senses, but still mutter. “same to you.”
he smiles again, but this time it’s more tender. “whys that?”
“i like it when you’re being yourself.” your words are even sweeter than your voice, causing a light flush to spread across the man’s cheeks. “you’re really funny…and I like when you’re having a good time. it makes me happy.”
his eyes grew bigger. heart beating faster.
“what?” you’re looking at his shocked expression, ready to throw yourself out the window for embarrassing yourself—
“nothing.” he tilts his head, eyes softening. “i missed your voice.”
idiot! who says that. you try to look away, but he’s so close, your eyes can’t help but dart around like a lost puppy. “whatever.”
“you were quiet this whole time, but now you’re saying such adorable things.” he lightens the air when you bite your cheek. “i like hearing you talk too.”
“really?” you mutter.
“it’s nice.” your finger lazily twirls around the hem of his shirt. “you like it when i say you’re nice?” you nod. he clicks his tongue. “i wanna hear you.”
“yes.”
“good girl.” he coos, massaging your thigh with his big hand, crawling it further between your legs, having noticed earlier how much you were keeping them closed. you whimper so softly when he squeezes the inside, your skin so soft in his rough palm. “you like that I’m praising you or touching you right now?”
what’s going on? why is he acting like this? he laughs again! “cmon…you come here at night and pretend to be all quiet.”
your jaw is weak, staring at him.
“is it because i kissed you?”
your breath catches.
he leans closer, hand falling deep between your legs, grabbing your inner thigh, your warmth spreading from his hand all the way to his pants, feeling his bulge start to lift his sweats up. ah how much he liked that feeling. when you’d make him feel his heart beat a little faster.
“do you want another kiss?”
you nod your head immediately, hair falling down in eagerness. he waits, raising a teasing brow.
“i want you to kiss me.”
“good girl,” he leans even closer, the small space between you felt like hours instead of seconds. the tension building as you felt his breath fan across your wet lips.
as if he could feel your staggered breath, he leaned forward. his lips curl up watching your eyes flutter just before he meets your lips.
it felt different then your first kiss. he was much more confident, and so were you. so warm and wet. he kisses your bottom lip, caressing it with his tongue and holding your thigh, his eyes half-lidded as he watches your features contort in pleasure.
his hand travels a little higher, continuing his slow caresses, smiling even more when he pulls away, noticing your leaning further in awaiting some more.
“eager, now.”
you hum, shamelessly. sending a wave of blood rushing into his hard-on. he captures your lips again, biting down on your lip, a silent punishment for getting him so worked up. but the gasp you let out gives him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, caressing your tongue with his. your hand falls on his wrist, the way he’s squeezing your soft flesh has your panties completely soaked, and the only thing running through your dizzy head is the thought of his long rough fingers playing with your pussy.
toji pulls away again, this time to catch his breath, your tongue hanging out and your hazzy eyes had him smiling. “you like it?” he kisses your tongue. “you taste good.” he licks your tongue. “want more?” he pulls away just a bit once you let out a little moan. he doesn’t know how far he’s pushing it, but when he carefully tilts your chin, thumb stroking your bottom lip before pulling it down, you suddenly felt a rush of hot white heat.
his tongue came out to spit into your mouth.
and his cock almost burst at the moan that escapes the back of your throat.
you lean forward, kissing him again, your hand holding his wrist as you press his hand to your cheek, desperate for more attention.
toji pulls away, your lips part, but a gasp escapes when your back hits the cushion. laying across the couch, he leans down between your legs, resuming the makeout session. it was wet and messy, all thoughts thrown away as you both got lost in the others lips. the longer it went on the more toji started pushing the very big red line that’s he’s been slowly crossing.
with caution, he slowly began to lower his hips, closer to your open legs. his tongue playing with yours had him grabbing the cushion beside you, finally pressing his bulge right against your clothed cunt.
your jaw dropped. pussy tightening as he gives another cautious role of his hips. you can feel him so clearly, the sweatpants and your shorts weren’t doing much as he rolled his hips again and again. blood flooding your cheeks as you felt the outline of his cock. he was big. the stimulation on your clit had you gasping quietly. tongue falling out for more of his wet kisses. he swore very quietly, only enough for you to hear as you bucked your hips up. your legs came up to the back of his thigh, then up his torso as he continued to rub himself between your legs.
a wet patch slowly began to emerge between your grey shorts and his white ones. he was getting himself worked up, and your little gasps and moans were enough for him to start to lose all control.
his fingers slid between your bodies, playing with the waistband of your shorts, creeping a hand into the front, his head spinning as he watched your pretty lashes bat up at him, tongue sticking out awaiting his fingers to touch the place you were so needy for.
“dad?”
time stopped.
toji immediately froze as you tensed up, eyes staring up at toji in horror. the slow steps up the staircase, gave toji enough time to pull away, cursing at the wet patch between your legs, then noting his own. he tosses a blanket over you, as he grabbed another blanket throwing it over his lap.
“pretend to sleep.” he shot at you, even though you were still overwhelmed by the sudden shift, you listened. closing your eyes.
reaching the top of the stairs, Megumi shuffled lazily towards the couch, rubbing his stomach under his shirt.
“dad.” toji looks over his shoulder, grunting a response. “need your phone.”
toji holds his phone up. megumi comes closer, taking it, that’s when he notices the second person in the room. “y/n?” toji shushes him immediately.
“she’s sleeping.”
“why here?” that’s when you and toji both realize that not everyone knew you came up here when everyone fell asleep. it almost felt like some dirty secret getting revealed now.
“she couldn’t sleep, I don’t know,” toji shrugs. “why do you need my phone?” he pretends like megumi can’t read him, even though toji never questions megumi for wanting his phone.
“can’t find my phone.” Megumi gives one last look between you and toji before heading down stairs, his dad’s phone in his hand calling himself. once his feet disappear, you’re sitting up, but toji presses a hand to your thigh.
“he’ll come back up.”
the room falls into silence. your eyes looking over at toji who’s attention is now back on the tv. his cheeks still slightly pink, especially with your attention focused on him.
you can’t help but mutter. “should I go?”
“if you want.”
“do you want me to stay?”
“i don’t care.”
your throat bops. suddenly feeling horribly uncomfortable. was this a mistake. should you ask if it was a mistake? but if he says yes, then you’ll definitely cry.
“is kyo coming tomorrow?” he’s never called your boyfriend by his real name, nor has he ever bring him up in conversation with you.
“why are you talking about him?”
“he’s your boyfriend, am i not allowed?” he’s still not looking at you.
“like you care.”
“you’re right. I don’t.” he tilts his head, so clearly agitated. you don’t know how to respond. you don’t think he’s ever spoken to you with such edge.
you disobey him and sit up, your eyes swirling with confusion, and the second your hand lands on his, everything melts.
your hand was so warm on top of his. his eyes met yours as you peer up at him. not only is he a man, but he’s older too, so why is he acting like a jealous fucking teen?
“I’m sorry.” you words feel like absolute heartbreak. a pit of ugly guilt rages deep inside him, especially when he doesn’t respond, allowing you to stand, wrapping the blanket around you, leaving him.
megumi is startled when you suddenly appear at the bottom of the steps. he screws his eyes in the dark, were you crying? but you mask it with a fake yawn, rubbing your eyes as you fall beside nobara, burying the comforter over your nose.
“your dad is so boring.” you mumble, unconvincingly.
“are you ready?” yuuji nervously leans over megumi as they all huddled around the fighter as he sat on the bench. “are you hydrated? should i get more water? are you angry? the dude was yapping a lot before the match! he’s definitely talking shit about you right now, I can only guess what he’s saying—probably saying how you’re getting old and your punches are slower than snails!—“
“yuuji!” nobara elbows him. maki is coordinating with shiu, as toji continues sitting in silence, wrapping his hands.
“it’ll be great.”
toji feels his heart beat. glancing at you as you kneel in front of him. a soft smile on your lips as if last night had never happened. it was toji’s final match of his career. all of his son’s idiot friends were huddled in the locker room. but you also were here.
you were dressed all pretty, he had to suppress his thoughts when you came running into the locker room, afraid of being late. your hair so fluffy as your skirt danced around your thighs. you rarely wear skirts, he thought. your tight long sleeved shirt had his eyes zeroing in on how well it hugged your pretty tits. his cheeks ran hot as he remembered the way he rolled his hips up between your legs, the hot pulsing of your clothed pussy. fuck he regrets not slipping a hand up your shirt and squeezing your tit—
“how are you feeling?” your eyes fell soft. holding no animosity in them as you gently reached out to help him hold his gloves as he continued wrapping it around.
toji felt a burst inside his stomach, the good kind.
“ya you’ve got it! we’ve trained a lot!” yuuji is ready to interrupt some more before megumi grabs the back of his collar, holding him back. all because he saw the softness in his fathers gaze. his once pinched angry expression, was tender and gentle as you spoke to him. the conversation wasn’t in whispers, but it felt intimate. nobara looks over, also noticing megumi’s lingering eyes.
nobara wasn’t an idiot. at least not in the love department. she always knew, I mean she also found megumi’s dad hot as fuck. but finding someone attractive is different than the look you were giving him. like he held the entire world in his hands. it was definitely a look she’s never seen you give kyo. how didn’t she notice this before?!
“thanks, kid,” toji pats your head, tenderly. the aggressiveness of it, absent. he didn’t ruffle your hair, but the weight atop your head sent a fury of emotions swirling inside you. he ignored the brief moment of hurt that flashed across your face when he called you kid.
you glance up when he takes his hand away. his cheeks flush.
“anytime.” your smile was a puncture to his heart. no words came to his mind, so instead he brushed your hair, his thumb unconsciously caressing your cheek. your eyes swam with need, begging him for anything, but his hand drops. standing up and moving past you, following shiu’s directions.
kyo was already waiting at the vip seats. the rest of you joining once the lights began to dim for the athletes entrances. you were still in an argument with kyo, but he still held your hand when you sat beside him, his lips pressing to your cheek sweetly, smiling when you hum in acknowledgment, but it’s all thrown out the window once toji steps into the cage.
the arena immediately shifts, his energy resonates throughout the entire stadium.
this was your second time seeing toji’s match in person. however, knowing this was his last fight meant something different. yuuji was screaming his lungs out, as was nobara. toji was up against some young prodigy nicknamed ‘the honored one’, also known as gojo satoru.
your cheeks filled with blood as you screamed for toji’s victory. flinching and looking away when gojo sent a violent blow straight to his ribs. kyo glanced at the tremble in your eyes, brows creasing as you clutched your chest, as if grabbing at your heart. his jaw snapped.
“y/n, let’s go,” he suddenly stood, grabbing your arm.
“what?” you stumble, surprised by the aggressive pull. nobara and megumi looking over at the commotion. immediately stepping in to hold you back.
“what’re you doing?!” you struggle, wincing when his grip tightens on your wrist. the fight in the cage was getting more intense, but the grip kyo had on you made your stomach churn. his eyes filled with rage as he glared at you. “get…off—nobara,” you call to her, realizing that his grip really is tight.
“fuck off, kyo! megumi,” she looks over her shoulder but megumi is already gripping kyo’s wrist, making him loosens his grip on you. the scene was insignificant compared to the fight in the stadium, but being close to the cage, it caught toji’s attention.
his expression darkened, blocking gojo kick, as he immediately spun, hitting gojo right in the ribs knocking him back. toji glanced again to see you back in your seat clapping and cheering. what happened? were you okay—
“eyes here old man!” the white haired kid cackles. itching a sore spot in toji.
“what’s happened I can’t look anymore!” Yuuji cries covering his eyes as you clutch his collar, shaking him like crazy as you scream. nobara is biting her nails as megumi winces. gojo landed another violent hit straight to toji’s already bleeding eyebrow.
“stop it, he’s gonna win!” you cry, heart pounding and gaze fixed on toji. your lips trembling as toji stumbles. somehow, you feel butterflies breakout the second toji glanced briefly in your direction. you don’t know if he’s looking at the group or you, but still, you couldn’t help yourself from smiling, putting two thumbs up encouragingly. even though you were scared seeing him bleed so much, you couldn’t describe the amount of confidence you had in his victory.
the stupid smile almost had toji scoffing in amusement. you really are adorable.
so when toji’s name rings out throughout the entire stadium as the victor, your screams were deafening. yuuji crying from happiness as nobara shakes megumi and you’re…you’re completely in tears. choking with joy as you all scramble into the cage to congratulate the victor. however just when you’re about to reach him, a bunch of press speakers and cameras block your path.
nevertheless, the afterparty at the gym was enough time to celebrate the winner. everyone was there. drinks and music blasting as you all congratulate the man.
you were babbling to toji, your lips curling once he pats your head affectionately. answering your unending questions as he continued talking. it came easy to him, having you listen to him.
“I told you this story already?” he realizes midway.
“it’s okay, i like hearing you talk,” you smile tenderly, triggering a deep flush on his cheeks, something that’s become more and more familiar. clearing his throat, he pets your head, so you wouldn’t catch his expression.
“y/n.”
your heart drops, turning to see kyo. “we need to talk.” he glared past you at toji, who raised a brow, testing him back. you set aside your drink, apologizing to toji.
a hand stopped you.
“break up with him.”
his thumb caressed your wrist gently. but his words only did the opposite. your expression reminded him of the day he told you his feelings about kyo. why did you look at him like that?
“he’s a dick…you deserve better.”
your jaw clenched, the ground occupying your pretty eyes, toji waited for you to think. but when glanced back up, he inhaled sharply, your lips wet as a few tears lined your waterline.
“I’ll never have better.”
you rip your arm away, turning on your heel. he watches you exit the gym, meeting kyo outside. he can’t describe the ugly twist that he felt deep in his gut. he drank some more, and some more, until he realized that getting drunk was nothing and that he’d rather head home. he didn’t want to think about it, or about his feelings, none of it. his gaze fixed on the tv as he waited for sleep to take him.
unfortunately the rest of the kids were black out drunk. so toji had to hear the commotion downstairs as they crashed into things and yuuji’s whispering was more like yelling. after a couple of minutes it was finally silence again, except for his show…
“what’d I say about sneaking around?”
toji heard the creaking. recognizing your soft footsteps the moment you stepped up the staircase, clearly trying to conceal your presence.
“thought you were sleeping…” your voice was meek, as you stare at the back of his head. your heart thumping loudly once you saw his arm raise lazily, two fingers motioning you forward.
of course, you obeyed. sucking in some air to calm your nerves as you round the couch, slowly. toji watched your bowed head, that’s when he heard the quiet sniffles. his brow pinched high as he sat straight.
“did something happen?” he was on alert.
you don’t respond. only feeling your cheeks flush and heart clench, why is he so concerned?
“did the prick lay his hands on you,sweetheart?”
sweetheart….he really picks his moments, you scoff. “he didn’t.”
he settles back. but you raise your head, tears sprinkling out like beautiful jewels.
“why did you ask me to break up with him?” you hiccup. toji is left speechless. why was he so mesmerized by your emotions. his pretty girl, crying so vulnerably. “answer me!”
“I don’t know.”
he cringed. it was evident you disliked that answer.
you bit your cheek, grasping at your megumi’s shirt. you felt your cheeks run hot, lips wet as you spoke. toji could read your lips before he heard the words. his stomach churning in disgust.
“he wants to have sex with me.” your face is burning, but you don’t care anymore. “kyo has been begging me. we’ve kissed me, he’s sucked my tits. I’ve given him handjobs. but he wants to have sex with me now.”
his jaw was locked, veins straining his arms and neck. “I don’t like knowing that shit.” his voice was deep sending even more nerves down your throat.
but you don’t care anymore. you swallow thickly. toji didn’t know if he was prepared to hear about your sexual relationship with that shithead. knowing he laid his dirty hands on you, kissed your pretty lips, played with your full beautiful tits that he loved to stare at. his blood was boiling.
“toji,” your lip trembles. cheeks hot knowing this is the first time you’re calling him by his first name. toji also noticed, especially as you inched closer. your tears still full in your eyes, making his chest swell, unable to tear his gaze away from you. “I don’t want him touching me anymore.”
his arms instinctively reach out, and pull you onto his lap. his arm circling your back as he cups your neck with the other. “i only want you.”
“fuck.” his lips crash into yours.
your hands instinctively go to his hair as he licks your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open, pushing his tongue to meet yours. you felt your stomach explode, eyes filing with tears as you kissed him back passionately. cheeks stinging as he caressed his wet tongue against yours, groaning as you arched into him. his rough hands pulling your hips forward, groaning as you slide against his bulge. you gasp, pulling away for a second, but his lips move to your neck, licking a strip up to your ear.
“be a good girl, start rocking on me.” your body shivered, humming as you started rolling your hips down on his hard bulge. “just like that. feel good?” he nips at your skin, helping your pace as you hum softly. the cotten shorts you wore slide with each grind making toji feel more clearly the heat radiating from your pussy.
“you can’t cry like that. it messes with my head.”
you moan gently as you feel his hands slide up under your shirt. eager to listen, you helped him pull it over your head, tossing it to the side. your cheeks aflame the second he saw your bare chest. you liked it so much, his attention all on you. you wanted him to touch you so badly. a deep groan resounded from the back of his throat .
“you know how many times I’ve imagined seeing these,” he grabs a handful of your tit, licking his lips at the weight in his palm. you watch him lean forward, tongue sticking out to run from the underside, licking a long tantalizing strip up, pressing down when he got to your nipple.
“i thought i was seeing things,” you moan gently, hand tugging on his black locks. “i didn’t know if you were staring at them.”
“how could i not? you made it pretty hard,” he drools on your nipple, your eyes dilating at the lewd sight. “dreamed about sucking these pretty tits. you purposely wore flimsy bras in the gym so I can see them bounce?” your cheeks flush as you pout looking away. he groans again, more frustrated. “you let that asshole touch you like this?” you whine when he bites meanly down on your nipple, tongue swirling to ease the pain before he does it again, his other hand helping you rock a little quicker, your shorts sliding to the side, as your pink panties come into view. completely wet as you whine.
“only a few times,” you mutter.
“few times.”
“he’s my boyfriend—ah!” you cry louder, the bite he gave much harsher, tears trickling out. you feel pathetic as you cry just from the stimulation of your tits, toji was growing more annoyed.
“you didn’t break up with him?” your lips part, grasping his hair, whining when he pulls away, looking up at you. you were lost, your lips hanging open as you stare down at the man.
“i—“
something strange surged inside him as he quickly went back to your lips, cutting off any response. his body hugging you closer to his chest as he slid your shorts and panties to the side, a low groan slipping once he felt your arousal coat his fingers. “your pussy’s crying too,” he coos.
“finger me, please, please,” you gasp, whining even more as he circled your cute little clit. his senses running haywire the more you begged.
“you’re so needy.” he groans, pinching your clit making you cry. “has he fingered you? shoved your cute cunt with his disgusting fingers?”
“mmm….he has,” you cry out feeling toji shove two fingers inside you without warning. his teeth biting down on your nipple as you tremble all over. “i like it….like it….” you moan, jaw dropping as he abused your pussy, stretching it out with his fingers, only to curl them right on your squishy part, grinning at the shocked expression that flashed across your face.
“he make you cum?” toji grunts, glancing down at the arousal that slide down his palm, licking his lips.
“he did….made me cum…” your words only fueled a dormant emotion that he thought he’d never feel again. jealousy.
toji curled his fingers, biting your lips as he sent you over the edge. your entire body shook, clinging onto him as you came with a shocked gasp. tears sliding down your hazzy eyes. “toji…mmm…” your soft little voice resounded in his ear as you pressed your cheek to his shoulder still shaking. however, toji only gave you a moments rest, before he was lifting you with him.
“I’m not done.”
your body hit the unfamiliar bed, your eyes briefly glancing around you as your vision cleared. It was a spacious master bedroom, your eyes catching the minimalist dark furniture, and the large balcony windows briefly open. “”ah!”
your hips jumped, legs closing around his hand after feeling the harsh slap to your pussy. you glared up at him.
“ow!” you cry, pouting once toji kneeled on the bed, shoving your legs open.
“i was talking to you and you weren’t listening.” he rubs your pussy again, his expression was sinister, dark…fuck he was so hot. your cheeks went pink when he aggressively pulled your shorts and panties off, spreading your folds apart. “you’re telling me…” his jaw locks. “the prick saw your pussy?”
you bit your cheek, nodding your head. a wave of arousal rushed down to your pussy once toji dropped his head back, groaning in frustration. his hand coming up, laying another harsh slap to your pussy.
“i answered you!” you cry, holding his wrist, not admitting to him how turned on this was making you.
“well I’m pissed,” he huffs, giving another slap, now getting a moan out of you.
“why are you pissed?” you cry, another slap making your hips buck. his eyes no longer shined green, but instead were encompassed by a dark black shadow.
“because he touched you.”
“so?”
“so, it’s annoying. he’s not allowed too.”
“and whys that?”
“because you’re mine.”
toji was heaving. his nails having dug into your knees, only now realizing his words. your reaction absolutely priceless. the stunned expression and wide eyes sent his heart racing.
“fuck, don’t look at me like that.”
his tongue licks your lips, groaning as he felt your tongue meet his, a satisfied whimpering slipping from the back of your throat. your hips bucking as your own nails racked through his hair. his fully clothed body made you even more turned on, bucking your hips up as he began to grind down on your pussy.
“can you eat me out?” you mutter, rocking your hips up. toji chuckles, sliding down your body as he licked and kissed your nipples, licking down your tummy, as he sucked a dark bruise on your pelvis. your cheeks flush, your fantasies slowly unfolding before your eyes. toji brings your hand to his hair, looking directly into your eyes as he licks a bold strip up your pussy.
his own eyes roll back, groaning as your arousal floods his tastebuds. he takes another lick, swirling his tongue deeper between your folds, playing with your pussyhole, purposely avoiding your bud.
“tojiii,” you whine, tugging his hair. he grunts. “you’re being mean.”
“I’m being mean?” he smirks, parting from your wet folds. “because I’m not kissing your little clit.”
you nod, flustered. “but it’s all swollen and pink, I don’t wanna hurt you.” he feigns concern, making you look away, ears hot.
“you won’t hurt me.”
he didn’t know if it was the combination of your voice and that expression that made him nearly cum in his pants, but he broke.
your back arched off the bed as he sucked your clit harshly into his mouth. the sudden stimulation had you crying, your hand coming up to your mouth as the other held his dark locks with a vicious grip. it was a pleasant surprise to toji, though he fantasized about his son’s close friend being shy and somewhat of a prude, he was practically drooling seeing you so aggressive and needy with him.
encouraging you to tug his hair, he lapped your clit, biting down whenever he felt you loosen your grip in his hair. fuck, this was definitely a kink. his arms wrapped around your thighs, lifting your hips up onto his lap as he bent his back eating you out. you’ve never seen anything like it.
the dark bruise on his eye, the cut on his nose, the cracked knuckles gripping your flesh….your eyes rolled back as he pulled out, spitting a big wet glob right on your clit, his jaw aching, but seeing the way you twitched, and tugged his head back, he felt how drenched his boxers were.
“toji…keep…going,” you pant, your grip doesn’t loosen, which was enough for him to continue. the knot inside your core, starting to tighten more and more, edging you closer as he slurped your arousal, the lewd sounds, clouding your senses as he pulled your hips higher to his face, your heels pressing on his shoulder blades as you bite your hand, the broken cries and aggressive tug had toji moaning into you.
“gonna cum… ‘m…hngh close…” your voice cracks, eyes rolling back as toji feels your body tense. his tongue flattening on your clit, sucking your bundle.
your eyes widen, suddenly loosening your grip as you push your palm on his forehead trying to push him away.
“toj-m-move I-i—“ you were gasping, moans choking your words as you shiver. toji aggressively hugs your thighs, keeping your body still against his face.
“if you don’t cum on my face, then don’t ever think about doing this again.”
it was a lie. but you didn’t need to know that. you cried, eyes filling with tears as your legs began to shake uncontrollably.
“b-but tojii…”
you bury your face in your arm, which he notices right away, biting down on your clit. your back lifts as you squeal.
“hands off.”
you shake your head, so toji unwraps an arm to grab both your wrists, holding them down against your tummy as he sucks your clit between his teeth, the sounds of his mouth had you crying immediately punching the coil as your hips stutter up and a drawn squeal comes from the back of your throat as a wave of relief washes over you, releasing a flow of pleasure…. hitting toji.
“shit.” he utters, jerking back when he feels the splash hit his face. your wrist wiggles in his grip as you gasp. “fuck…” his groan is low as he slaps your pussy, making a bigger mess as you continue to release a stuttered flow.
“mess—ahnghh-“ you cry, not even able to finish your sentence.
“ya its fucking messy,” he chuckles, “and hot.” his eyes darken as he latches his lips back on your pussy, drinking your arousal with more pleasure than he can bear, eyes closing briefly as you cry a little louder. “that’s it. ngh all over my face, puppy.” he’s panting, “ya good girl.”
toji doesn’t think he’s ever seen something so attractive. the twist in your face, the drool coming from your lips, the tears filling your eyes, your tits high up in the air, all from his mouth. he’s so sloppy, circling your overstimulated clit as you shake and stutter, quiet sobs slipping out.
finally, he lets go with a wet pop. your pussy clenching in spasms as you gasp. tears blocking your vision until you feel the relief of your hands being free, rubbing your eyes lazily, leaving your hands over your face.
“why did you do that?” you sniffle.
“are you embarrassed?”
you’re quiet.
“have you ever squirted on that shithead?” your legs rest on either side of his torso as he lazily strokes your thighs and hips. large hands soothing you.
your fingers split apart as you look at toji. his eyes immediately finding yours, softening a bit at the dried tears.
“we’ve only ever kissed.”
silence. his face drops.
“what….”
your stomach twists when you see his brows start to come together, looking at you more sternly. his grip tightens around your hips, your body cringing, as he slowly realizes what you’d just done.
“you lied to me?”
“i extended the truth.”
he laughs. “that’s an understatement. so he’s never touched you? your tits—“
“that wasn’t a lie.”
“so you admit you were lying.”
“no!” your hands fall, staring back. that’s when you really clock in on the state he’s in. his face wet with your arousal, shirt also being victim to your pleasure, his hair was a mess, not realizing how much tugging you’d done till now. his arms bulging as he held your hips. and his cheeks were so pink!
is he mad? the longer he stares the more you feel blood rushing up to your face. “the part about kissing, playing with my tits, and um handjobs, was for real….everything after that….no.”
you’re looking away now. biting your cheek nervously, because yes, he’s older and definitely much scarier when he’s all serious.
“are you mad?” you mutter.
his hands travel up your torso, thumb caressing the warm skin, making you more nervous.
“mad…” he repeats, like he’s thinking it over. you glance back at him, lips parting.
he takes the invitation, kissing you deeply. you hum in surprise, tasting yourself immediately which sends your body burning again. he presses himself over you, trapping your arms between your chests, his lips part, your tongue coming out making him grin. “you knew how much I hated that douche and used it against me.”
you flush, licking your lips as he continues to stare down at you, much closer now. “i wasn’t sure if it was gonna work.”
“well it did.”
he kisses your cheek, dipping closer to your ear to whisper a gentle. “at least, now I know I’m the only one that’s seen you like this.” he licks your ear to conclude, sending a shiver up your spine. his arm sliding up your thigh, moving down to grab your ass, kneading the flesh, before laying a slap. a yelp slips in surprise. “you like making me loose my cool?”
he slaps your ass again, your head shaking as you manage to free your arms, trying to hold his shoulders, just for a harsher slap to send your hips bucking up, pressing into his shirt. “getting my dick hard just for your little games.”
you’re not even trying to hide your moans anymore. each slap sending another wave of pleasure down to pool in your pussy.
“my puppy likes being all dirty,” he growls, biting your lips as he holds your body off the bed, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, legs crossed behind his back as he rocks his cock into you, kissing you so passionately it’s making you dizzy again. this time when he pulls away, the string of spit connecting you guys has you loosing all cool, all to utter the silly command.
“spit in my mouth.”
toji freezes.
you’re staring up at him, with big dumb eyes. lips open softly. now he’s the one that’s blushing. his cheeks bright red as he stares at you.
“fuck me.” he drops you on the bed, unwrapping your arms, as he sits up. your heart is beating rapidly, frozen because now you’re scared you’ve done the wrong thing. was that it? is he gonna leave—no he’ll kick you out—
“since when did you start acting like a little virgin, who wants to get her pussy ruined?” he snaps. his voice deeper than before. your eyes wide when you see him stripping his shirt, your lips closing as you see his muscles flex, then his beautiful abs right in front of you. the bruises from todays match looked painful, especially the one on his ribs, remembering the harsh blow his opponent had given him. but your mind is swept away when his biceps flex, leaning forward, hand holding your face tight, he tilts your face up. “open wide.”
you feel like cumming just from his command. but you submit immediately, opening your mouth, tongue hanging loosely as you blush, waiting for him because he makes you wait, just enough for him to capture this image before him. his son’s pretty little friend, sticking her tongue out for him, her pussy hot and messy, and her tits covered in his spit. and it was all for him.
he leans forward, gathering a nice amount in his mouth, lining himself over you. he stays a distance away.
you’re panting like a cute puppy, desperate for any attention. drool slipped down your chin, as he felt it roll down his wrist.
you’ll be the death of him.
he spits.
the low groan was deep seeing your entire body shake as his heavy spit lands on your tongue. your hips bucking as you roll his spit in your mouth, whining so audibly in pleasure.
“swall—“
you already do. your body suddenly rehydrating like that was the first drink you’ve had in days.
“what a dirty fucking pup,” he grabs your jaw again, crashing his lips on yours. you whine, flushing at how loud he’s kissing you. it was so messy, and sloppy, your hands holding his wrist as he moved your jaw up, deepening the kiss, tongue pushing inside your mouth as more spit collected between your battling tongues.
“can you fuck me now?” you push away, panting in his mouth as you try to slide your heel into his waistband from behind.
a sudden thrill takes over your body at the deadly smirk he gives you. laughing into your lips. “you’re not shy are you?”
“you’ve already made me squirt,” you look away. “that was embarrassing.”
toji doesn’t laugh, his eyes boring into your face, making your skin warm. “I’m jealous.”
“huh?”
“I’m jealous that you can give me something so special.” your cheeks heat up, you can tell by his eyes that he was being serious. “I want you to give me more.” he dips his head, kissing your chin, moving down to your neck. his lips trail down to the tops of your tits, kissing his way down, distracting you as his thumbs hook under his sweats and boxers, pulling it down.
your head is tipped to the side, letting out sighs of pleasure.
“mmm, toji,” you squeak, hips jumping when you feel his two fingers inside your pussy.
“fuck, you’re too tight,” he mutters more to himself. that’s when you realize what he means. he’s sitting between your legs completely naked. you feel your breath catch when you follow the dark hairs of his happy trail all way down to the well-groomed but still hairy base of his thick cock. fuckk. your mind cannot wrap around how big he is. it was shiny which meant he’d already stroked his pre-cum around, now it was hanging between his large thighs, too heavy to stand fully erect. you couldn’t stop the drool from slipping out.
kyo’s didn’t look like that.
“No kidding.” toji meets your puzzled eyes. you’d just said that out loud? and now he has the most shit-eating grin ever.
toji pushes a third finger inside, making your jaw drop, reaching out for him. “it okay princess, I’ll make it fit.” your eyes kept falling down to the monster between his legs, your head going cloudy just thinking about it how that’ll be possible.
“want it now… put it inside me.”
toji clicks his tongue, still fingering you, his brows pinched in concentration. his tip was an angry red, leaking even more.
“you’re too tight. haven’t fucked a virgin in awhile.”
“it’s fine. I just…” you whined bucking your hips to the rhythm of his skilled fingers. “just want your d-dick inside me, please. please.”
toji slaps your pussy. hard. “stop being a fucking brat.”
you bite your lip only to start whining again as you keep eyeing his heavy hanging cock his tip drooling making your pussy tighten around his thirsting fingers. his dark pubes made your pussy cream even more. “toji.” you draw out his name. he meets your gaze, clearly frustrated, but suddenly you give him that annoying look. the one where your eyes get all big, dumb, and wide, and you bat your lashes up at him, your lips all wet and pouty. his jaw clenched. you could even see the vein on his jawline, only making you more needy. it was the same look you would innocently give him when he’d scold you about walking home alone at night.
“can’t even let me open you up,” he slaps your pussy. “crying like a whiny little brat.”
“please.” tears swell up, gently making your eyes sparkle.
he rolls his neck. “you’re killing me, sweetheart.” your hands reach for him, making him click his tongue as he grabs his base, pumping his cock harsher than you’d expect. your lips fall open, salivating at the sight. your mind remembering all his matches, how every hit he threw looked like he was breaking cement in half. you swallow thickly, eyes glancing up to see toji’s flushed cheeks as he jerks himself off. his eyes staring at how close your pussy is to his dick.
your stomach twists, a stupid feeling swelling in your belly as you become jealous of his hand.
“in me. toji toji—“
“I needa teach you a fucking lesson about patience,” he grabs your face, immediately seeing how dilated your pupils are, as you lean up, meeting his lips. you were fucking adorable, the desperation made him twitch even more. he couldn’t remember the last time he’s leaked this much pre-cum where it looked like he basically came already. “gonna take it slow.” he utters, rubbing his tip between your folds, collecting all the messy slick.
you moan into his mouth, soft little sighs as he continues his teasing actions, your fingers brushing his nape as you lick his bottom lip waiting….waiting. when his tip catches onto your clit, you let out a quiet cry. “to…jj…stop playing with me…”
“it’s all swollen though,” he coos, smiling when you flush, humming with him. “was I too mean on your poor clit?” you shake your head quickly. “want me to fuck y’r pussy now?”
“mhm, inside please, want it deep,” you add to his lewd words, making him chuckle. you always were a talker, but he’s still surprised how fucking dirty your mouth is. the same one that was always so polite with him, even if you guys did joke around, you always called him sir.
“eh, is that right?”
you nod, biting your lip, blushing when you hear him groan. he slides his tip down to your hole. your heart pounding a little faster, a small pit of fear dawning on you watching toji’s broad figure hover over you. his entire form covering you as he gently pushes his engorged cock head into your awaiting entrance.
you suck in sharply, gasping at the unknown feeling as he gives you your first real stretch, neck craning as your nails dig into his shoulder and nape.
“relax, sweetheart,” his hand runs up and down your thigh, squeezing your sweaty skin. as he runs a hand up your stomach letting you take some deep breaths. his jaw is clenched, biting down as he feels your vice grip on his cock, absolutely suffocating him. “fuck baby, y’r too tense, deep breaths.” he chokes out.
“o..okay.” you’re trembling. trying to take a deep breath, but it felt so weird, your pussy could feel his fat tip. his eyes fall to your scrunched up face. the only thing on your mind was simply. toji’s inside me. toji’s inside me. megumi’s dad is inside me! the chanting had you going dumb and unintentionally doing the worst thing you could do to a man struggling to hold his patience: you clenched around him.
“fuck baby!”
toji’s growl had your stomach tightening, squeezing him even harder as your back arched. “breathe baby!”
“i am,” your face is warm and sweaty. “help…it hurts.”
toji freezes, staring into your big doe eyes. his heart melts, cupping your cheek as he speaks gently.
“don’t cry,” he coos, “i’ll take care of it,” he strokes your cheek as you sniffle, nodding. “I’ll handle it.” you suddenly gasp feeling a familiar stimulation. his thumb swirling around your swollen clit making you whine in pleasure, he groans feeling your body start to relax a bit more. giving his cock some relief.
“just like that, good girl, shit,” he coos feeling you clench around him from the praise. “we’re not done yet sweetheart.”
“mmm, okay.” you’re so cute, but he sees the mischief in your eyes, that’s when he feels you start to rock your hips up. “want it all.”
“slowly.” he says sternly.
he pushes a little more, leaning back when you begin to act up again, his hand falling down on your pussy making you giggle in pleasure, his tongue peaks out to lick his teeth.
“don’t start acting like a spoiled brat again.”
“I’m not,” you whine, tongue coming out as you continue rocking your hips up. his stomach clenches, eyes falling over your sweaty figure. your tits bouncing with each buck. it would be so easy to slam into you right now. have your pretty lips cry out as he took your virginity so meanly.
“what a pretty girl,” he runs his hand up under your tits. smiling when you arch up for him. he continues to push his cock deeper inside you, your moans shifting into a quiet cry. “never had a pussy this tight. ya ever put anything inside?” you shake your head.
“no,” you blush, biting your lip trying to decide if you should say what you wanted.
“spit it out.”
“i wanted you to be the first person to touch me down there.”
you whine feeling his big cock twitch inside you. he’s pulling out, sliding back in getting your slick to run down his cock.
“ ‘s that right?” he lifts.
“mhm, didn’t wanna finger myself either.”
“so you only played with your little clit?” you nod.
“you’re so cute.”
your cheeks sting, opening your mouth to respond, but the stretch started to sting. he was going too slow.
your hands lift off your chest to reach for his shoulders. “too slow.”
“watch it,” he meets you lower, your hands running around his shoulders as you pant so softly at his agonizing pace. slowly stretching out your little pussy hole. “you’re gonna regret your words in a sec.”
“fuck me,” you command. the snappy voice making his jaw tick. you’re a fucking handful, and now seeing how much of an attitude you catch when you’re horny made him even more turned on.
“baby.” he warns.
“cmon, please please.”
his patience fucking breaks.
your breath catches when his arms are grabbing your thighs, pulling you forward so easily, immediately slamming his entire length inside you.
a strangled cry rips from your throat. gasping as he pulls out again and slams his burning cock deep inside you hitting your cervix and leaving it in there so you can feel just how full he’s making you.
“is that what you wanted? fuck!” his cheeks are red as he groans from the drag of his cock. you were absolutely suffocating him. his eyes glancing down at the blood mixing with the creamy base of his cock. his dark pubes all wet and sticky as the slick covered your thighs as well.
“g-goo…d…” you’re in tears, gasping as he slams his cock slow and hard. letting you feel him, every curve and vein of his cock. your mind going hazzy as you look up at his sweaty face, holding one leg under his arm as the other runs up your pelvis, pressing down on your stomach.
“feel that baby?”
you moan loudly when he presses on the bulge his cock was making. you nod, eyes looking up at him with hearts. his own chest beating rapidly, cock twitching as you clench around him.
“who’s making you feel good?”
“you are.” your hands fall to hold his on your tummy. “toji’s inside me.”
“that’s right, baby.” he groans again, thrusting into you again, and again. your gasps and cries making him start to lose his cool.
he leans back on his knees lifting you up easily, sitting you on his lap, his arm caging both your arms behind your back as his mouth immediately latched on to your tits, suckling on them as they hung right in his face.
“toji!”
he smiles, biting harshly on the buds as he held you close to his chest and started fucking up into you. the squelching of your sexes had you whining and crying. drool falling down your lips as he sucked bruises on your gasping tits.
“tell me how much you like getting fucked dumb.”
“I-i love it!” you cry, arms bound behind you only helping you arch closer to his chest as he held your wrists tight.
“you love?” he laughs loudly. “you came up to me because you knew I’d fuck this virgin cunt raw if I saw you, that right?”
“yes!” you’re definitely gone. “always thinking about you, sir!” his lips suck a harsh tug making your eyes roll back at the stimulation.
“what would that dumb head of yours think about?”
“a-about angh hngh your hands…” you break into moan when he slaps your ass at your hesitation. “and I thought about your dick.”
not surprising, but it still makes him grin widely.
“thought about how y-youd fuck me, and how you’d taste.” you whimper as his finger circles your little rim from behind. teasing you as he slows down each thrust so it was slow and sensual, wanting to catch every word.
“was your head always filled with sex when we talked?” he laughed. “poor virgin.”
“it was filled before we talked too. i love it…” your head forward, tongue sticking out as you press your head to his. “you’re perfect sir.”
he groans loudly. opening his mouth as you spit so generously. his arm caged your body tight as he started fucking you fast and hard, so unbearably rough you we’re seeing stars.
“big…ahh. toji,” your tongue hangs out as he goes harder. his eyes clenching as he feels his own orgasm starting to edge closer.
“tell me what you want baby,” he pants.
“p-put me….in a mating press.”
he snorts, loudly. “and how does my princess know that.”
you whine, feeling his cock nuzzle inside you again. “tw-twitter.”
toji laughs, freeing your arms to lay your back on the mattress. he grabs your legs and throws them over his shoulder as he leans over you. his big toned thighs press under your ass as he spreads his legs apart, sinking his cock deeper into you. “this what you want.” his voice shakes, only feeling your grip tighten around him again. “baby.”
“s-sorry.” you’re panting, his face was so close to you as he calmed his mind, fuck he needed to cum the second his pushed his tip inside you. he hadn’t realized how long it’s been. but he was going to take care of you first. your eyes rolled back as he pulled back, slamming his hips back in, he easily started picking up the pace, this position was all he needed to lose all sense.
“fuck, taking me all like a good fucking girl.” you clench. “like that baby?”
you moan in response, tits bouncing between you as he pushes down you so you can feel more of his weight. your pussy clenching and twitching around him. the lewd sounds of his cock fucking into you were loud. the slick, his thighs clapping into your ass in a relentlessly fast pace.
your tongue hangs out immediately making him lean down to lick your tongue. a moan coming out of him as you responded. you’ve never had an experience to compare this too, but was it supposed to be this messy? you couldn’t care. it was so hot. his big body handling every single part of you, he controlled the pace, the kissing, the touching—you loved it.
his fingers were digging into your thighs and his mouth was letting out so much spit that had you bucking and squirming drinking from his lips until you started crying. the sounds of your pussy producing more arousal had toji going faster.
“you’re gonna squirt all over me.” his command had you panting and moaning, tongue lulling out like a puppy. “got it puppy?” you flush.
“messy….big-“ your words were so scrambled, but he didn’t care. his pace was going faster, his biceps flexing around your thighs. oh how you wished this was being recorded, suddenly desperate to see his back muscles straining and moving as he was fucking you fast and hard. that sudden image in your head was enough to have your head falling back, eyes fluttering with tears as your orgasm crashes.
“fuckk fuck puppy,” his eyes are dilating as he looks down to see you gushing around his fat cock. the sounds of your pussy spraying as he continues to fuck more out of you has his ears ringing and stomach clenching.
you cried his name as he continued to pump his dick in and out, the clear liquid sprayed his thighs and the bed.
“that’s it, ah fuck , ungh fuck, fuck—“ toji was so vocal, grunting and moaning with how much you were squirting it seemed endless.
you were drooling, eyes crossed, vision white as pleasure consumed you. toji knew you lost all brain capacity when you began uttering the repeated sound of his name followed by little babbles of “want your cum.”
“you want my cum?” toji grins, showing his teeth as his thursts turned sloppy, losing his cool at your blessed out face.
“fill me up.”
fuck, toji really hated you. his hand grabbed your jaw, his thumb hooking inside your mouth, your tongue falling out. “telling me to fill this nasty pussy up wit’ my cum?” toji tsked feeling you clench at his words. “you don’t deserve it, being a brat the entire time.”
your drool coated his thumb as it ran down his wrist. along with your tears filling your eyes at his rejection. your hips bucked as you whined. “want it. want your cummy.”
cummy? if it was under any other circumstance the man definitely would have cringed, but you were absolutely fucked dumb, and hearing you slur your words had his whole body running hot.
“you’re not on the pill.” toji bites, jaw clenching as you licked and drooled on his tongue, eyes filled with tears.
“i am!”
his eyes sunk ten times darker. you were making him lose all sanity.
“shit.” his head dropped, hand grabbing the back of your knees, his entire body pressing down as he leans up, fucking his cock deep until you were absolutely knocked. the sight of his cock bullying your virgin pussy was making his head dizzy. your clit all puffy was like a magnet, drawing his thumb to fall on it in harsh circles. your body jerked, crying as you gripped the sheets.
“fhuck my pretty girl, squirting all over daddy’s cock.” your pussy clenched. “ya? like daddy’s cock filling you up?” his jaw clenched as your tongue peaking out shaking with each vicious thrust.
“daddy,” you repeat, head empty. “fill me up.”
you moan together. he was completely under your spell. his eyes focused on your face twisted in pleasure.
“never had this pussy filled, have you?” his thrusts are sloppy, his jaw clenched. “tell me why you deserve it?”
“g-good girl hngh!” your face was so cute, his laugh masking his groans.
“good girl eh?
you cry, nodding your head. “please!”
“who do you belong too?”
“you!”
“who?”
“t-toji…” your eyes are crossing, pretty tits shaking as his entire weight drives each thrust. the thought of his heavy cum filled balls bursting inside you…you tighten around him, his jaw clenching.
“who makes ya feel good?”
“you do, daddy!” his cock is twitching, abs clenched as he forbids himself from giving in just yet. the edging making his mind heated and the pleasure longer.
“no more boyfriend,” he pressed your knees down a little harder, almost suffocating you in this mating press. “you’re mine.”
“yesyes—“ the mindless chanting had his head spinning. the built up adrenaline from the match consuming his veins as he fucked out every last bit of it. your precious little body was the most generous outlet. his cock was so unbelievably painful, his moans were getting a little more vocal until finally he gave one final thrust until the first large burst of his cum painted your gummy walls. your mind went white, forgetting if you were even orgasming or not as you felt his cum gush inside you. his moans were unlike anything you’ve ever heard. so deep and strained. his body covered in sweat, muscles flexing as he shook with each thrust, filling you up until the cum started overflowing and coming out. he was stuttering above you, body shaking as he felt the most pleasure release him.
you were completely spent.
your vision was hazy as you drifted out.
“babygirl.”
you felt the gentle hand stroking your cheek as he leaned over you, his lips softly meeting yours. you sigh, opening your mouth automatically, inviting his tongue so you could suck on it, his thumb brushing your warm cheek as the other stroked your side, your legs lazily around his hips.
“you okay?” he pulled his lips away. “I wasn’t too hard?” he was still out of breath, which made you blush.
you shake your head. “not too hard. felt good. your cum is all warm inside.”
“ya?” he smirks, rubbing your thigh as he leans back. your pussy lips parting, all sticky as he watches his cum still seeping out. “you look so pretty like this.” his hand traces the olive branch tattoo on your thigh. “with my cum inside you.” he slowly bends down pressing a kiss to your sternum, your nails lightly scratch his nape, earning a satisfied hum. “do guys usually cum this much?”
toji blushes, lifting his head to look at you. “no, that’s why mine is more special.” he smiles, making you flush. “i mean it.” your lips part, but he looks back up, eyes meeting. “no shitty ass boyfriend.” you swallow.
“are you gonna be my boyfriend then?”
“yes.”
“you can’t just tell me what to do and—“ your breath catches, heart suddenly beating a lil faster, hyper aware of his long gaze. “what?”
“you said you’re mine. so that’s that.” toji moves up, just inches from your face as he watches every dart of your eyes, every breath that comes out…his lip tugs up. “you were only dating him because you didn’t have me.” your eyes look away.
“that’s that.” you repeat softly. your face is burning, an urge crawling up inside you. he wanted to be with you. he wanted to be with you….toji…wanted to be with you, but, “megumi.”
toji brushes your cheek. “don’t think about that. okay?” he kisses your warm cheek.
“okay.” he sits up fully now, gently dropping your legs. his face shifts slightly, his hand falling on the dark bruise on his ribs.
“does it hurt?”
his lips part to reassure you, but you lean over, laying your small soft hand on his ribs. “I’m sorry i asked you to go harder.” your lips meet his bruised skin, knowing it was a childish thing to kiss a bruise as if it was medicine. but toji’s face went bright red. his stomach fluttering as he stared down at you. your eyelashes so soft…
“don’t apologize, baby.”
your gaze meets, and he watches your eyes squint up as you smile. your thumb softly caressing the skin, sitting up. “but I’m sorry.” you tilt your head, giving a little pout. he raises a brow, his hands falling on your hips as you begin wrapping your arms over his shoulders, kneeling between his legs. “i was being a brat.” he knew exactly what you were doing. the playful glint in your eyes, the little teasing you only do with him.
“taking accountability?” he tilts his chin up, meeting your pout with a tilt of his own.
“mhm, i learn quick.” you smile. “did i work you hard? it’s okay we can go slower next time.” his jaw locks.
“oh ya?”
“mhm, it’s okay t-o-j-i, we’ll go at your pace.”
“you fucking minx.” he grabs a handful of your ass, pinching it. “you could barely take it.”
you squeal. “nuh-uh, you were trying not to bust a nut when you went inside me.” you squeal at the harsh slap.
“you’re a fucking talker ya know that.”
“you like it though.” you cry out a laugh as he grabs your face squeezing your cheeks to prevent you from yapping.
“making fun of an old man for controlling himself around a pretty little virgin. i would’ve hurt you, sweetheart, if i went too hard from the start. would’ve had you crying.” his eyes glanced over your face.
“i was crying already.”
he smiles. “that’s the good crying, baby.” he licks his lips. “would never actually hurt you intentionally.”
your stomach is bursting with butterflies. toji has always been kind to you and the others. he always kept his circle close, which really meant you were his own. but you didn’t expect such raw emotions from him. megumi rarely mentioned his long deceased mother, but when he did, it was always followed by how much toji had loved her.
the words slipped out before you could think. the green eyes suddenly grew lighter as his face went still.
“you’re a good man, toji.”
the warmth from his body spread to your cheeks as his arms loosened just slightly. not that he was pulling away, but that he was taking in your words. both of you so vulnerable at this moment, completely naked for everything to see, it felt more intimate than when he had his dick driving so deep inside you, giving you waves of his cum because this time his eyes grew softer, and his smile was as delicate as a dandelion.
“kiss me.”
you did.
you could feel the smile in his kiss. his lips wet, but soft. he was holding your chin, pulling away, his breath fanning your face.
“you’re an angel.”
your cheeks set on fire. lips breaking into a shy smile making him laugh.
“wanna shower?” you only nod, burying your face in his neck, clearly still embarrassed from his words, he laughs at your reaction, petting your head as he coos. “my little angel is embarrassed now.”
“am i your baby, sweetheart, puppy, or angel?” you mumble into his neck. “it’s too many.”
“is it too many, should i just stick with your name then?” he says your name. your body reacts, burying your face deeper into his neck. he barks out, laughing. “that’s your name, princess.”
princess now?! “shut up! you’re so doing this on purpose.”
“I’m just talking to you, puppy.” this fucking dick! you huff pulling away, you knew you looked flustered so you pushed his face away from you, not caring that he was wincing from touching his bruised eyebrow. “ow pup.”
you stumble off the bed, wobbling just so briefly before standing up straight. “puppy is a degrading one!”
“you came hard when I called you that. opened your mouth so wide—“
“ahhh shut up shut up shut up!” you cover your ears as you speed walk across the large master room to the bathroom. toji immediately jumps off the bed, scaring you. your eyes widen as he chases after you, making you squeal running faster.
“cmon, don’t act shy now. you were a pretty dirty angel when i had you stuffed full.” he grabs your wrists pulling them away from your ears. you shake your head. “stop it no, no—no bedroom talk when it’s not happening. what happens during sex stays in sex.”
“so ‘puppy’ is your sex name then. what if i want a little kiss?” you pause. “my mouth is so wet.” your eyes lock on his lips seeing him purposely collect the spit around. your body reacting immediately, stepping forward, as you lean up to meet his lips. “cmon puppy, open up.” your lips part, his pride swelling seeing you submit so fucking easily. his thumb comes up, pinching your nipple making your eyes flutter and moan drop your jaw. he spits directly into your mouth. “sex name?”
“shut up.” you lick your lips. cheeks hot as you turn your head. “are we gonna shower?”
he smiles.
next thing you know, you’re leaning against his arm, hugging it close as his other arm is slotted between you, fingers thrusting inside with such force, talking so dirty in your ear as you let out broken moans.
“you like getting finger-fucked by your friends dad, huh?”
your chopped moans had you drooling on his arm. eyes fully rolled back. “like daddy stretching this cute pussy?” your only replies were moans.
“come for daddy.”
“cu-cum-anghh.” your legs shake, knees giving out as you cum hard. he easily wraps a strong arm around you, holding you up.
you couldn’t wrap your mind on how you were even able to cum again, but when toji laid you under his bed covers, pulling you to his chest. you could feel the long night weigh your body down. “are you actually okay?”
your hand lays on his chest, fingers brushing his bruises.
“just tired.” he sighs, pulling you closer, an ease consuming his body the closer you pressed yourself to him. the comfort your touch brought was unlike anything. the memories of his past no longer a feeling of constant grief and sorrow.
you leaned closer, burying your face in his neck snuggling close. your lips meeting his warm skin as he sighs, arm wrapped around you.
“I’m scared megumi is gonna hate me,” you softly whisper. no clue why you were ruining this moment, but your anxiety was still creeping back in.
his eyes are closed as he answers. “because we fucked?”
“because i fucked his dad.”
“does he have a crush on you?”
“no!” toji laughs, turning his head to look at you.
“i said it’ll be okay.” his arm pulls you close, leaning his forehead to yours. your body growing warm. “do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“then go to sleep.”
and you do.
little did you know poor megumi was a little more sober than the rest and when he couldn’t find his phone in the middle of the night, he decided to go up and fetch his dad’s phone. was it because he was tired that he wasn’t picking up on the slight gasps and cries until he slid the door just an inch all for him to witness the millisecond of his dad’s bare ass drilling— SLAM
megumi was frozen. the door immediately shut. he didn’t want to decipher what he’d witnessed but why did your voice have to be so recognizable! Sadly the poor boy had to run away with hands covering his ears, only to run into a shocked nobara standing by the stairs.
“Is that y/n!!?” megumi ran covering the the girl’s mouth.
“shhhhh!”
in other words it wasn’t a big shock when you were all having breakfast and yuuji decides to speak.
“so are you like megumi’s mom now or?”
you choke on your cereal as megumi coughs violently. toji was still upstairs. your face was on fire. you couldn’t lift your head.
“look what you did, idiot!” nobara elbows yuuji hard. then your bottom lip shook, and worse a tear slipped. they all froze completely. you don’t cry easily. you don’t!
“please don’t hate me, m-megumi…” your eyes filled with more tears. you really are an idiot, you knew what would happen if you ever crossed that line. but…toji was different. your heart ached without him, and it swelled whenever he looked your way. when you were upset you wanted to see him, when you were anxious you wanted him to rest his hand on your head. when you didn’t want to talk, you wanted to hear him talk….he was different. but he’s also…
“your dad.” you swallow your tears, sucking it up. but when you decided to lift your head, megumi’s arms wrapped around your shoulders, pressing you tight.
“it’s fine.”
your mouth was dry, eyes wide, but you buried your face in his shoulder as he hugged you—which he never does—and calmed you down.
“you’re not mad?” you wipe your face as he pulls away.
megumi lets out a heavy sigh. “i knew this would happen.” everyone raises a brow. “all he does is ask about you, what’s y/n doing? where is she? did she finish her work? is she coming today? on and on and on—“ megumi groans. “at least now I don’t have to be a middle man.”
your cheeks stung. nobara couldn’t help but giggle, she’s never seen you so flustered. kyoi sure as hell never made you feel like that.
“what else has he said?” you bite your cheek.
“he told me he likes sparring you!” yuuji chimes in. your cheeks run red, remembering what he told you last night.
it did take some getting used to. toji randomly coming over and wrapping an arm around your shoulder was fine, but when he’d lean down and kiss you deep, megumi couldn’t help his gagging. do that was a no. but other than the slight pda (on toji’s part) it was all the same. except for something only megumi noticed, which was how much happier his dad looked.
he couldn’t explain how oddly perfect the relationship was. you fit him perfectly and him to you. so megumi bared his teeth at the awkwardness, and went about his weird life.
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toji is old fashioned depending on his mood. if he’s completely exhausted, he’ll put on a condom because he’ll be too lazy to pull out the last second. but if he knows he’s going multiple rounds, he’ll want to pull out and spill his seed on her face, ass, or wherever she begged him too. so he usually never puts on a condom.
of course it was never a problem until it came to you.
“you’re angry again?” toji groans, rolling his neck as he watches you grab your things from his bathroom and start putting it in your bag.
as you can tell. you’re currently in an argument with toji. he’d woken up to the sound of his front door being slammed open and you barging into his bedroom.
“we’re done. fucking dick!” you’re practically seething, stumbling on your feet and falling on his carpet only to crawl and grab your underwear from under the bed and shove it in your bag.
“what’s going on?” toji is sitting up, voice raspy and low as he itches his bare chest. “cmere baby, tell me what happened.”
you feel your blood pressure rise, standing up as you look at the man, so nonchalantly sitting up on his bed with new bruises. his hair disheveled, bandages all over his face and his knuckles bruised dark.
“you never answer my calls! I called you so many times, and you didn’t answer!” you’re trying hard not to yell, but it was overwhelming, it was overwhelming because you really needed him to answer.
you were out with your close friend, you always frequented this one clubhouse. it was was a rooftop lounge, mainly with pool tables and vintage arcades. but you were enjoying your time only to stumble back when a drink spilled on your lap.
“shit!” you gasp, feeling it soak into your skirt, your friend turning to help.
“fucking slut,” the girl that spilled the drink drops another drink on you making you jump back.
“what the hell?!” you cringe, feeling the ice in your bra. your cheeks sting when the entire club goes silent watching the interaction.
“sleeping around with toji? do you have any idea what you’re doing?!” your breath hitched. no one knew about that. “stay away from him. he’s mine,” she spits.
hers?! first, how did this random person know?! sweat started beating down your forehead as you felt everyone’s eyes on you. whispers surrounding the place, luckily your friends stepped in giving you an excuse to run away.
it was a mix of shame, embarrassment, and just complete annoyance. especially when you realized what had actually happened.
“you’ve been spotted out with that intern a lot recently, is there something going on between you two?” the interviewer was pressing hard after toji’s match. he wouldn’t let up on the inappropriate questions and the other reporters were already backing away, afraid of the reaction.
toji wipes some sweat dripping down his face, slicking his hair back. “you’re asking if I’m fucking her?”
reporters freeze, almost holding their breath. “n-no, of course not! that’s not what I meant—“
“ya, I’m fucking her,” toji grabs the mic from the reporter as he looks directly at the reporter, his face darkening. “she’s my girlfriend, so fuck off,” he aggressively shoves the mic back into reporter’s chest making him stumble back just as his manager, shiu, quickly steps in to calm the athlete.
you called toji immediately afterwards, but he wasn’t answering! that’s when you fell into a pit online. a deep dark, disgusting little place where you had to read every single comment, every single tweet, every single post that mentioned you…the slutty intern. the whore. skank. you name it!
“y/n!” your heart stopped, eyes wide as you looked at toji. “I said look at me.”
he’s already on his feet, hand holding your face forcing you to look up. toji had been fooling around with you, definitely not on purpose. but he couldn’t help it when shiu brought you on as a media intern. fresh out of college. you were around the gym all day following shiu around like a puppy. you asked too many questions, always interrupted toji so you can clarify something with shiu, always ran around, moved gear, stopped matches, made a big deal out of every little mistakes….and you were so unbearably charming.
it was only a matter of time before toji kissed you right on the mouth to stop your rant about how much he’s overwhelming your boss, shiu.
but it was never official. toji never properly asked you out. he never kissed you in public. you were just there and he’d take you out after training, or drop you off at home only to come in with you and fool around. he’d sleep in even after you’ve left, left his clothes at your place.
toji wasn’t good at communication, but he assumed that just meant you were together. I mean he stopped fucking other women. and your stuff is all over his place too. you practically live here now with the amount of times he has you stay. isn’t that the point of relationships?
“I called you all day yesterday, you didn’t answer me?” toji snaps, looking at you bewildered. your eyes avert, cheeks squished in his hand.
“well I called you after your fight—“
“my phone died, why didn’t you just come to me. or the next day?” toji turned your face feeling you push against him as you avoided his eyes. you had to confront him and you didn’t want too. “I can’t read your mind, baby. who do you think I am?”
“a fucking idiot!” you finally shove his hands away. stumbling back. his eyes went wide noticing the tears prickling the lashes he loves to kiss.
“hey, why’re you crying?!”
you turn around, holding your bag of things. “y/n?” toji steps to you, hand reaching out to pull you back, but you’re not having it. already running out the door.
“leave me alone!”
the following hours consisted of uninterrupted messages and calls from toji. you had no idea what was happening. were you overreacting?
toji, none the wiser, had finally began to realize what the problem was. and he was only getting more pissed off. after he realized you wouldn’t answer him, he stopped. there’s only so much he can do. if you were pissed he exposed your relationship you should’ve told him it was a secret.
if you’re gonna act like a child, then he’ll treat you like one.
your bottom lip trembled when you noticed he’d stopped calling. is he mad? your mind went in circles, you’re not even dating, it doesn’t matter! and yet you came to work the next day. eyes drifting over to toji as he sparred some poor beginner in the ring.
your heart was beating fast when his green eyes glanced over at you. you could immediately see the sunken circles under his eyes, at least he’s suffering, you roll your eyes—
“I told him not to come in, he still hasn’t fully recovered,” shiu cuts you off.
“huh?—oh ya,” you mutter, looking away.
shiu raised a brow, glancing between the fighter and the intern. a sigh slipped past his lips, catching your attention. “did you guys get into a fight or something?”
“a fight?! w-why would we—“ shiu shook his head, not the type of person to listen to bs.
“nevermind,” shiu waves his hand. “just finish those calls for me, and you’re free to go. there isn’t much to do today.”
your eyes burn, shiu was messing with you! the way his lips curled as he walked away. not sparring you another glance because he knew you did not want to go home.
so you spent hours dragging out the phone meetings. sitting by the small office window so you can look down at toji training. he didn’t say a word to you. not even a glance after the morning. all he did was train, train, train. your eyes followed every sharp jab he swung, the heavy kicks he blew. toji always left you holding your breath—
“toji!” a loud yell startled the entire gym. your lips parting as you opened the office door to see the commotion—
“why didn’t you call me back?!”
your heart dropped, recognizing the woman from two nights ago. she was hugging toji….her arms around him…..her stupid tits pressing against him……
“what’s yuri doing here?” shiu suddenly appeared next to you also stepping out to see the commotion.
“yuri?! the yuri?!”
“ya she took a couple lessons here for a movie she was training for. took a liking to—“
“I’m in town for the rest of the week, you still have my number right? call me so we can grab lunch,” she stepped up, her lips moving towards his—
“I’m sweaty…” toji pushed her back. but his hand remained on her shoulders. he should’ve shoved her back! your heart was beating erratically. blood stirring hot, but what really blew your fuse was seeing the way his lips curled slightly. he knows you’re watching!
yuri waved goodbye, blowing air kisses as the other fighters swooned, but also frozen because they could feel it. they could feel their infamous intern’s sizzling aura. but they could also see the moody fighter absolutely pushing it. rolling his neck as if everything was normal…
“toji.”
the man tilts his head, meeting your half lidded eyes, looking down from your chin as he kept a calm collected face. undisturbed by any doubt. ready to face you head on—
his heart stopped. he couldn’t. his eyes went wide as his throat ran dry. immediately sighting your wavering eyes and the small shake of your bottom lip. he could read you so clearly.
“don’t ever do that.”
and you left.
of course even after you left toji was left to simmer in his behavior. the entire gym having the grand confidence to scold him, and shake their heads on your behalf.
his eyes dropped, resting his head against the shower wall. water cascading down his back. he missed when you’d step into the shower with him. feeling your soft lips press so delicately around his bruises. it’s been almost a week since he’s felt your touch. your small finger, would come and play with his happy trail as you slid it down his length teasing him. he wanted to feel your hand squeeze his girth as you jerked him off from behind. your little head looking from under his arm, cooing at the sight of his fat cock pulsing in your grip.
his eyes blowing wide when he’d see you drop to your knees, lapping at his tip like his good little puppy before taking him into your mouth. you were always so greedy with his dick. always needing your pretty lips wrapped around him, rubbing his cock along your cheeks as he held your head, thumb caressing your forehead as you had tears in your eyes. his abs clenching as you played with his balls.
“cum,” you’d chant, suckling on his fat tip, your eyes so big and pretty staring up at him. so dumb.
“fuck, stick your tongue out baby,” he’d groan, holding his base. “atta girl,” he jerks himself off, forearms flexing as he grinds his tip against your flat tongue, drool soaking your chin. he groans a little louder, knowing how much of an effect it has on you. you were whimpering sending vibrations against his dick.
“gonna swallow all of it…ngh, shit…pretty girl,” toji had a habit of praising you when he’d see you like this. it was an unconscious thing. the way your nails tug into his big thighs, the way you panted so heavily just like a puppy. “fuck!”
his tip would twitch just as the first rope of hot cum shot into your open mouth. your eyes fluttered as it hit your face. your fingers splayed near his base tickling the dark hairs at his base as toji jerked into your mouth. watching the excessive amount of cum dump into your mouth. his jaw tightening when you replaced his hand to milk more out, swallowing every single drop before sucking on his sensitive tip for more tasty cum.
“fucking greedy, brat,” he grunts.
toji’s breath hitched, opening his eyes to see his cum splattered on the shower wall. fuck, his low sigh had him sinking back to reality. the reality where he’s stepping out of the shower alone, after jerking off like some pre-mature teenager. but he missed you….
his hands worked on drying his hair as he stepped out of the bathroom, sweats hanging low unbothered as he itched his lower stomach where his happy trail disappeared.
“oh.”
his movements halt. eyes falling on the lump in the middle of the large king sized bed.
his towel fell from his hand, walking around the bed. his eyes softening at the sight of you snuggled deep under the covers. eyes closed tight. toji sighs, maneuvering around.
he was silent, really silent. you could feel the way he gently slid into the bed, sliding closer to you as his warmth enveloped your entire body. his hand brushed your face from behind, feeling your damp skin.
“you’re a pain in my ass, ya know that?” his words stung just a little at your pride. you were always so confident in yourself. you always knew what you wanted, when you wanted it. but he seemed to flip that over. you hated how he stripped everything down leaving you so bare in front of him.
“talk to me,” he whispers, pulling you to his chest, as his lips brush your jaw. he pressed your back closer to his chest. “i missed you.”
“then why did you let her jump on you!?” you shove him off, turning over on your back. your eyes were glossed over, staring up at the man. the open windows letting the light hit his jaw, illuminating his sharp features as he looked down at you.
“I didn’t think she was gonna—“
“who even is she? did you sleep with her?!” your cheeks were flarring, toji could practically see the smoke coming out of you.
“you really wanna know?” he sighs, seeing your eyes fall, immediately turning over as you rolled into a ball. “hey—that was before we got together.”
his lips parted as your shoulders shook. fuck.
“this isn’t fair.”
“it isn’t fair! you can’t tell the world you’re dating me, but never ask me if we’re even dating in the first place! and your stupid psycho ex spilled her stupid cold drink down my stupid favorite shirt, and she pressed her stupidly big tits all up on you!” you were crying now. and toji felt like absolute shit, if it wasn’t for the vein the snapped in his head.
“never asked?!” his arm came around, sitting up as he turned you over. “we’re already fucking dating.”
you cover your face with your hands as he sits u up, holding you by the shoulders. forcing you to sit between his legs facing him. “you can’t just sta-art dating.” you’re crying way too much.
“baby, you’re confusing me,” toji was a bit slow. he knew you were wound up, but this was pushing it. “you’re acting like you’ve never dated anyone before?”
your breathing slows, heat crawling to your ears as your shoulders stop, almost holding your breath. he raised a brow at the sudden silence of your cries, the realization slowly dawning on him.
“you’ve never dated anyone?” his arms slide down to hold your waist, as you kept your face covered.
“no.” toji felt his cheeks sting a bit. he really wanted to see your face. his hand coming up to hold your wrists, gently pulling them off your face. his breath catching at the sight of your pretty cheeks all sticky with your tears. your eyes sparkling with nerves.
“so you’re telling me you slept around and never dated anyone?” he teases, trying to lighten the mood, but it seems to do the opposite as your lips part, almost curling in disgust, but your eyes shift away, looking around at the windows behind him.
“I don’t sleep around,” you mutter. “i never did.”
“hmm, okay,” he laughs lightly, but you remain silent. why does it feel weird all of a sudden? “I guess i took your little virginity away then?”
“you did.”
toji’s smile drops.
“what?” his movements freeze. eyes blank, jaw open.
you turn away, almost burning so hot you thought you’d melt the entire bed. “you were my first….so, ya.”
“WHAT?!” your body jumped, cringing at his yell. moving away. “shit, sorry sorry.” he pulls you back, hands going to your face, feeling how hot your skin is. “why didn’t you tell me that??”
“because,” you mutter , trying desperately not to meet his burning eyes. “it’s embarrassing.” you hate how much you’re being confronted right now. you’d have rather died then admit to toji that he was your first, especially considering his past. you remember how much he slept around, you don’t know why that made him a little more appealing to you. knowing that he satisfied women on a daily basis. he aura was also very alluring. attracting every single women nearby. it was bothersome….
“fuck, baby,” toji drops his head on your shoulder, his big arms wrapping around you as he pulled you to his lap, holding you so close, brushing his lips on your shoulder. “you’re telling me your first time was when we fucked in the car?”
your breath slipped as you remembered the memory.
“that’s why you were crying so much,” he almost coos, pulling away.
“you had me on top,” you snap, brows pinched as toji cringed. “it really hurt.”
“how was i supposed to know?!” he groans, kissing your lips without warning. “I thought it was just too big f’r ya,” he groans when you pull away.
“that was a problem too,” your thumb plays with his lips, heart skipping a beat at the look toji was giving you. you could see his pupils dilate, tongue sticking out to kiss your thumb. for some reason the memories of the past five months came flooding back through his mind. remembering how needy you’d get at times. when you’d snap at him for doing things he always does. him learning how to ease your cries whenever he fucks you—
“wanna be my girlfriend then?” he grins, a stupid grin, a grin that has you rolling your eyes, but your cheeks heating up. your lips desperately trying not to smile so he wouldn’t get the stupid satisfaction.
“well…..yes,” your cheeks puff as he kisses the corner of your mouth, chuckling.
“I’m so lucky,” he teases, making you grumble about how annoying he is. “my sweet little virgin baby,” he coos, grinning as your lips part in embarrassment.
“d-don’t say that!” you flush. his hands slips under your shirt, tugging at your nipples shamelessly. your lips part as he twists the perky bud in his fingers, bringing tears to your eyes at his cruel pinches. your pussy rubbing against his thigh automatically.
“you’re always so needy.” his tongue peaks out, leaning back on the headboard as he pinches and tugs your sensitive nipples, letting you rub yourself on his thigh. your tongue parts as you lean closer to toji. fingers splay across his cheeks as he smiles, opening his mouth for you.
“wanna taste, puppy?” he opens his mouth as you nod your head. your hips pressing harder and faster on his sweats, your panties soaking through your thin shorts the faster you hump his leg. toji kept a mean grip on your little nipples, tugging them harshly as he let a glob of spit fall into your mouth.
“what a dirty girl, did i make you like this?” he grins as you whine, nails digging into his biceps as you edge yourself closer. “humping my leg like some bitch in heat.”
toji grabs your face, pulling you to his lips in a rough kiss, he bites down on your lip making you cry and cum with a full body tremble.
“aw ya soaked my pants,” toji lifts you up, lips locking around your tits, suckling the swollen nipples as you held his head. his fingers slip into your shorts, cupping your pussy, almost teasing you as he runs his fingers up and down the wet folds, avoiding your bundle.
“toji,” you whine, trying to press down on his finger.
“what? you won’t let me play with my virgin pussy? you scared it’ll hurt?” he grins at the pinch in your brow. “aww I’ll be gentle.”
your eyes flutter as toji sinks two fingers in your hole, already pumping them at a fast pace, your body doubling over as you tug at his hair as he bites your nipples. you grab at his wrist, crying at the quick buildup.
“fuck you’re so sensitive, thought you were always like that. cant believe I made you my little toy,” toji grins as he watches your face contort in pleasure, your tongue hanging out.
“gun, ah toji—it’s too much,” you babble, feeling his fingers pound deep into you, the squelching of your juices and the cries of your voice only egged him on.
“did you cry when I was talking to yuri? were you upset I wasn’t taking care of you? tell me.” he stops his movements making your eyes fill with tears. your fingers grasping his hair, tugging it back aggressively. “shit.”
“don’t talk about her,” you spit, eyes rolling back as toji continues his fingering, missing the shit-eating grin on his face.
“who knew you were a jealous doll,” he bites your nipples, tugging it as you hold his hair harder, making him groan against you. drool falls past your lips as toji feels your pussy clench around him, his other hand coming to hold your pelvis, thumb rubbing quick tight circles around your swollen clit.
“fuck toji!!”
your pussy flutters as a cord snaps in you and a wave of pleasure gushes out.
“shit, there we go,” toji’s praising, doesn’t stop with his words. he’s pumping his fingers in your tight cunt, smiling at you as pleasure comes out in wet squirts, the gushing like music to his ears as you cry desperately. your entire body trembling as he fucks you for another orgasm, completely soaking your panties and shorts.
“stop…stop stop,” your face in pressed into his neck, your drool and tears coating his bare neck as your legs give out, slumping forwards. toji hums, leaning back as his hand grabs your face, pulling you so you face him.
“you’re so adorable,” toji is laughing, your face was completely blissed out just by his fingers, he takes his hand out of your shorts, and smears your juices across your pouty lips.
“to…ji,” you whine, still trying to catch your breath. eyes blurry as you focus on the way he shamelessly sucks his fingers clean.
“cmon baby, you’re wetting your pants now,” he teases, tugging the waistband of your shorts. your arousal trickling down your legs.
“don’t say that!” you cover your face in horror, your face hot with embarrassment. you can only hear toji laughing.
“it’s okay, don’t be shy. it happens,” he coos, stroking your hair as he lifts you up so your laying across his lap, your wet shorts soaking his sweats. “let’s take these off and it’ll be all better, babygirl.” you bury your face in his chest, so baffled by his shameless teasing that you can’t even face him.
“you’re such a dick.” toji laughs as he peels the shorts and panties off, tossing them off the bed. your pussy fluttering at the breeze.
“I’m not the one that just wet themselves.”
“I didn’t!” you cry out, face flaming!
“it’s okay, i know how excited you get when i touch your cute pussy,” toji silences you with a hand cupping your pussy again. your body jolts at the contact, so sensitive.
you whimper his name, shying away from his touch, your clit so swollen he didn’t even have to spread your folds that wide to see the cute bud.
“it’s okay, I’ll make you all better,” he gently strokes your wet folds as he tilts your head so you’re looking up at him. your lashes were fluttering, exhaling as you felt your body growing needy again. “what a naughty little girl.”
your lips are open as he leans down, running his tongue across the lips, he lets a glob of spit travel into your mouth.
“lemme get a look at that virgin pussy,” he slaps your thigh, making you squeal, hitting his chest with a light elbow.
toji tosses you off him, your lips parting to whine.
“i know i know,” he’s on top of you, trapping your arms over your head as he leans down to capture your wet lips. “don’t cry,” he giggles, as your legs wrap around his waist, humping his tent. “you need something?”
“you,” you pant against his lips. “need you, toji.”
“you want me to break your virgin cunt in?” he grins.
“yes!” you’re frustrated with the teasing, because it’s only making you more turned on then you’d like to admit.
“take it out for me,” he coos, letting your hands free, but still towering over you. you blush, sitting up as your legs fall to the back of his thighs, little fingers pulling his sweats. “you still get so flustered when i ask you do this.”
“shut up,” you pinch his side, making him grab the back of your head. your lips curl as toji looks down at you.
“I thought you were nervous to have a dick inside ya?”
“i guess i know it wont be all that,” you shrug, now going along with his teasing.
“you wanna bet?”
you barely have a chance to pull his sweats down, before toji is flipping you on your tummy, his sweats discarded, and his hand pumping his cock, rubbing himself through your folds to collect all your arousal for lube.
you press back into him, so needy, he thinks. his hand comes down on your ass. fingers sliding down to your back, pressing down, immediately feeling you sink down, arching so gorgeously for him.
“who taught you to arch so well?” he kisses your back, grinding between your legs. the memories of the first time you had sex in your apartment and toji was talking you through it, telling you what a good girl you were for arching so well for him. he came all over your back.
toji spreads your ass, eyes darkening at the sight of your fluttering pussy, clenching around nothing. he teased his tip in and out, your clenching not helping your desperation as you gripped the sheets.
“just prepping you…don’t wanna hurt such a cute hole,” he says with a smile. you groan into the sheets.
you glance over your shoulder, he’s already looking at you making your cheeks run hot.
“i got you,” he leans close to your face, aligning himself, pulling away, just to shove his entire length inside you. your eyes pop as a sharp gasp comes out, clenching immediately. “shit—ya always do that, fuuck.” toji groans.
“you scared me,” you whine, still gripping him tight, making him buckle forward, keeping himself up for a second.
“it’s the same dick baby, it’s just your virgin pussy,” he sighs, “relax,” his abs clench as he feels you loosen for him, “atta girl,” he pulls out, going back in. he starts picking up the pace. “taking your virginity away,” toji groans, “did you like your first time?”
you know he’s asking about your actual first time. “it was scary.” he grunts, picking up the pace. “you’re ‘s-is big,” you moan as you feel him fucking you with shallow quick thrusts hitting your cervix repeatedly.
“I’m so lucky to be the only one that’s felt your tight cunt,” he grunts, kneeling up as he grabs your ass back, fucking you harder, the slapping of his balls against your pussy and the claps of your ass hitting his thighs as your head feeling fuzzy. you were meeting him in the middle, just as toji grabbed you to sit you up. your arms wrapping around his forearm as he held it across your chest.
“so fucking good, shit—“ toji bites your shoulder as his groans fill your ear. his finger falling down, stroking your clit quickly, you cry, clenching around him as you come in little spurts, wetting the throw sheet im front of you. “I made you such a good squirter.” he laughs, slapping your clit, causing your arousal to sputter.
“stop it,” you whine, holding his wrist as he pinches your your clit making you buckle forward.
he quickly flips you around in the haze, slapping his drenched cock on your clit making you cover your face with your arms as you squirt from the stimulation. “there ya go, I guess you can’t hold it in like a big girl.”
“d-don’t say that!” you cry, as toji pumps his dick in front of you, shutting you up as he slips back inside you. his groan is deeper, holding your wrist over your head, his other hand pulling at your nipples.
“I’m gunna cum inside ya.”
“what?”
you feel his grip tight on your wrist as he buries his face in your neck, fucking his fat dick so deep inside you, you can feel him hitting up your tummy.
“you can’t!” you cry, tears filling your eyes at the rough fucking, he felt so good. the idea of his cum filling you to the brim was making your head so fuzzy. he can’t! he can’t! you’ve never had his cum inside you. he’s asked multiple times but you’ve declined each time, so he’d pull out and drench your tummy, back, tits, or face with his seed. but it was different this time.
“gotta fill this cunt with my cum or you’ll be a virgin forever,” toji groans, his drool falling on your skin as he groans so lewdly it has you whimpering just as you felt the twitching inside you. it was a new feeling, the stuttering of his hips, the desperation in having his cock as deep as possible until the pulsing sent the first spurts of his cum spraying inside you.
“wait…ungh! toji!” your eyes are filled with tears, as he cums, he goes still groaning. your wrists wiggle under his grip, whining at the warmth deep inside you. toji rocks his hips, dumping his hot seed in your pussy.
“good fucking girl,” he exhales, pressing down on your tummy, it almost felt swollen in both your hazzy heads. his body stuttered as you clenched around him.
“you dick,” you shove his shoulder, covering your face as he pulls out, inhaling sharply at the tight grip you have, just milking more of him once he pulls out. his cock let another spurt right on your pussy.
“sorry, puppy,” he sighs, pushing your legs up, pupils dilated as he watches the warm globs of his cum overflowing out. “look how well you took me.”
“your corruption kink is off the charts,” you mumble, embarrassed at his staring, but your heart skips as you see him reach for his phone, recording your pussy.
“I’ve already corrupted you, pup,” his eyes flick up to you. the single look had your breath catching. he’s such an asshole. “you’re all mine.”
“whatever!” you cry, shoving his chest back with your foot, rolling over to cover your face. toji booms with laughter, dropping his phone and crawling over you as cradling your head, and burging his face over your hands.
“you’re such a virgin.”
i usually post current events links ab what’s going on, but I’m also going to link some accounts you should all follow to stay updated!!!
accounts: one // two // three // four // five // six
pairing: Gojo x afab!reader
content: no use of y/n or pronouns, NO PLOT JUST PORN, BREEDING KINK, mentions of PREGNANCY and BABY TRAPPING, unestablished relationship, gojo is such a tease, dirty talk, doggy, teasing, fingering, oral (f receiving) , he eats it from the back, eye contact, cervix kissing (?), multiple orgasms, gaslighting (?), Gojo doesn't know when to shut the fuck up, no after care sowy
word count: 3.3k
(a.n) wrote this cause i couldnt stop thinking abt the 'plap plap plap get pregnant get pregnant' meme lol also have y'all noticed I have a thing for cream pies lol? wrote this listening to 'Martillazo- Dani Flow'
MDNI
What you had with Satoru wasn't a ‘relationship’ in his words. It wasn't dating, or a situationship. He just liked you, he liked being around you.
And most of all, he liked fucking you. But recently he had been toying around with the idea of one day telling him this arrangement wasn’t enough anymore.
And knowing Satoru, he wouldn't ask you for anything more serious. Not because he didn't want it too, but he didn't want to seem weak in front of you. Especially in front of you.
And I mean how humiliating would that be? The strongest asking you for a relationship? The mere thought made him cringe.
But he didn't like thinking that way, he didn't like thinking of you finding someone else that can give you a real relationship.
So Satoru tried to think of ways to make you his, and only his. Ways that didn't involve him confessing his feelings. Marking you up with hickeys on your breasts, bite marks on your shoulders.
Eventually finishing inside of you every single time. The sight of your cunt leaking his cum made something deep inside of him flip.
Now the sole purpose of having sex; for him, was to fuck his own seed into you. Over and over again. Secretly hoping that one day you'd present him with a positive stick.
Sad look on your face as though you were expecting him to act negatively. Asking him what you were supposed to do now. Only for him to hug you close and tell you he'd take care of you. Holding your face to his chest as you let out silent tears.
A smile creeping onto his face knowing that if that day ever came, that's how he would make you his forever.
Not once did he ever express these thoughts to you, but the first time he fucked you raw, you asked him if he had anything. Satoru gave you an over excited grin with a quiet mumble, “Nope.” before sliding inside of you.
Eventually you started noticing his incessant need to always finish inside of you. Even if you were sucking him off, he'd tell you to stop right before he'd finish. Not wanting to waste a single drop. But you never stopped to ask why, letting him fill you up anytime he wanted.
You should've known something was wrong when he backed you against a corner the second he saw you, a sinister smile on his lips as he traced his hand down your side.
That very morning Satoru came to the conclusion that he had to fill you up anytime he had the chance to. Hoping that maybe this time it'll happen.
“I missed you~” he hummed, Taking his hand and guiding your thighs to open the slightest bit. Pressing a gentle kiss onto your lips, confusion adorning your face as you kissed him back.
“I just saw you yesterday.” You smiled, pulling away from him. Taking your bottom lip into your teeth as you felt his hand caress your bare thigh.
“I knowww-” he hummed, tracing his hand down in between your thighs till he felt the warmth radiating from you. Taking his fingers and pressing them against your clothed cunt. You huffed out quietly at the pressure, looking into his eyes and feeling warmth brush against your nose.
Letting out a small giggle when he felt how messy your panties were. “I haven't even done anything yet-” he smiled, blue eyes staring holes through yours. “And you're already this wet for me?” he hummed, tracing his fingers beneath the band of your panties. Y
ou looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, letting out a small sigh when he circled his middle and ring finger at your entrance. Seeing you writhe beneath him, “Satoru-” you whined, knowing if you didn’t say something he'd just keep teasing.
“I think you missed me too.” he smiled, sliding his middle finger inside of you slowly, gasping when he felt your cunt pulse around him.
The back of your hand pressed against your mouth so you wouldn't make too much noise. “Don't be that way-” he hummed, taking your hand from your face and seeing your eyebrows pinch together, slipping his middle finger out slowly, pressing it to his ring finger and slowly sliding himself back inside.
“I did-” You exhaled, the curl his fingers took making you close your eyes. “I missed you.” you gasped, feeling his fingers press against the spot that made you rise to your tiptoes. This made Satoru giggle,
“Oh? But didn’t you just see me yesterday?” he mocked you, the edge of his palm pressing against your clit as you huffed at his words. His long fingers pumping inside of you, too slow for your tastes.
Whining a forced “Please” as you felt his palm tease your throbbing clit. He smiled looking at your expression, knowing you were getting to the pinnacle he wanted you at. Slowly pulling his fingers out of you, smile on his lips as he watched the disappointed look on your face form.
Leaning in and pressing a wet kiss onto your blushed lips. You were hesitant to kiss him back, but you did. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his tongue inside your mouth, swirling against your own tongue as he hummed.
Satoru’s eyes half lidded, watching you submit to him as your hand found their way to the side of his face, the other on his bicep. Gripping onto him as though your life depended on it, this only made Satoru smile against you. Pulling from your lips and trailing his hands up your oversized t-shirt. Making direct contact with the upper part of your hips. Groaning against you as his fingers felt slight goosebumps form at his trailing touches.
Placing a wet kiss onto the corner of your mouth, peppering kisses towards your ear. Licking a long stripe onto the shell of your ear that made you squirm.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about fucking you all day.” he whispered, his breath making you shift against the wall. He took your hand into his, slowly guiding it to feel his strained cock in his pants. Feeling it slightly twitch against your touch, he let out a low groan as your grip on his print tightened.
You smiled with a quiet huff, “Then do it-” you teased. This only egged Satoru on. His hand tight against your hip as he flipped you over quickly, your chest now pressed against the wall. You pushed your ass out against his hips. Your hand grazing the print his cock left in his pants. Leaning to your ear almost groaning when he felt your fingers graze past his caged tip.
Letting out a smiley gasp, “See how you have me?” he purred into your ear, making you move your hips against him.
You whined feeling his hand roam from your hip onto the plump of your ass. Rubbing the clothed skin lovingly, “So pretty for me.” he smiled, hooking his fingers onto the sides of your panties and sliding them to your knees.
Back arched and your hands now on the wall to brace for what's coming to you, “Put it inside-” you whined, grinding your bare bottom against his clothed cock in hopes he'd hurry up a little.
“Oh? You need me that badly?” he teased, making you turn your head slightly to look at him. You let out a needy ‘Mhm’ as his eyes widened at the sight of your face. “I know- I know.” he cooed, seeing how flushed your face was.
“When have I ever failed you, hmm?” he asked you, already knowing the answer. Taking his hand and undoing his belt, shoving his black briefs down and wincing when the tip of his flushed cock hit the air. Spreading your cheeks slightly, inhaling through clenched teeth as he saw your cunt glimmer.
Taking the two fingers that were inside of you previously and sliding them down your core. Shivering against his teasing touch. Letting out a low whine when you felt the tips of his pale fingers brush against your clit. His mouth slack jawed as he saw how slick you really were.
The mere sight of you made him fall to his knees. Almost in prayer as he came eye to eye with your pulsating cunt with a small gasp. Taking both of his hands and placing them on your ass. You squirmed, feeling his breath against your cunt, pressing yourself closer to the wall when you felt his tongue lick at your hole.
You moaned his name which only made him push his nose further into your cunt. His tongue slowly lapped against your clit as you squirmed.
Taking one of the hands that was on your ass and trailing it down to the back of your thigh. Taking his thumb and rubbing light circles against your clit, drawing his tongue back to your hole as he worked you.
The feeling made you gasp sharply, Satoru’s eyes started to roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your cunt pulsing around his tongue. Throwing yourself back onto his face slightly.
His tongue wasn't enough, you needed all of him inside. Groaning against your cunt as he felt his cock start to leak, the sounds you were making made his head feel dizzy.
Your eyes screwed shut, frustrated whines leaving your lips as you arched your back even more. You felt yourself start to get back to the feeling he ripped away from you moments earlier.
“Satoru-” you whined, feeling his grip on your ass tighten. “M’close-” you whimpered, cheek against the wall and feeling him smile against you.
His thumb quickening against your clit makes you gasp, muttering a quiet “Right there-” as you felt yourself come undone with a shivering moan. Satoru greedily slurped at the wetness that slipped out of your cunt, you let out a small opened mouth pant at the feeling.
Placing a small kiss to your cunt before standing again, cock laid against your lower back as he lifted the hem of his jacket throwing it off along with his shirt.
Taking his lip between his teeth, sliding his hands from your ass up your back. Rubbing slowly up your back beneath your shirt as you shifted against him. “Impatient aren't you?” he smiled, taking his hands and guiding you to take your shirt off. Tossing it aside and he saw your exposed back.
“Need you inside ‘Toru-” you whined, feeling his hands trail up your back and land on your shoulders. Placing a wet kiss onto your nape before his hands trailed to your jaw. Leaning over and pulling your head back, seeing your eyes lock with his.
'Tsk tsk tsk’ he smiled “Naughty, naughty.” he cooed when he saw you let out a small whine. Knowing as much as you'd tell him to shut up, you liked hearing his unnecessary comments. Taking one of his hands and grasping it around his cock.
Trailing his hand to rest below your chin, pulling you back further. Smiling before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Lining himself up with you cunt, pursing his lips as he looked at you, lips parted with small pleads falling from your lips.
Pressing the tip of his weeping cock against your entrance, pinching his eyebrows together and inhaling. Letting his jaw fall at the feeling. The corner of his mouth curled into a smile when he saw you close your mouth and see a small grin on your lips.
Sucking in air through pursed lips when he felt your cunt suck him in, “You're so greedy~” he hummed, making your lips part and scanning his features. Sadistic blue eyes staring into yours as he pulled himself out of you slowly.
That stupid smirk not leaving his lips before thrusting into you again, this time only rougher. Making you clench around him, gaining a groan from his lips. His hand letting go of your jaw and holding your hips as he slowly dragged himself out of you. Your hands back onto the wall as you heard him let out low groans behind you, pushing himself as deep as he could inside of you.
Closing his eyes and throwing his head back, mouth open as he let out loud groans. His hands guiding you back onto him like you were some toy. The sounds he was making made you reach one of your hands back to grasp his. “Fuckkk” he moaned, feeling you squeeze around him.
The side of your face pressed against the wall harshly, feeling Satoru quicken his pace. Hissing through clenched teeth, almost like you felt him in your throat. Eyes screwed shut as you fucked yourself back onto him. This made Satoru stop his thrusts, his hands easing their grip on your hips.
Looking down with half lidded eyes, seeing you fuck yourself onto his cock. Seeing how your ass stuttered against his hips. “My god-” he huffed, seeing how desperate you looked bouncing off of him.
He leaned over, hunched over your back before whispering in your ear. “Lemme cum inside of you, yeah?” He smiled, huffing against your ear as he thrusted into you. You only nodded your head ‘yes’, hearing him let out a stifled laugh.
“I wanna hear you say it~” he purred, making you clench around his cock.
“Satoru-” you moaned against the wall, making his hips speed up against you. “Please come inside-” you whined, hearing him let out a shaky breath against your ear.
Knees trembling as he straightened his back and thrusted into you quicker. Feeling his weeping tip kiss your cervix, “You're so deep ‘Toru-” You moaned, feeling the grip on your hips tighten, hearing a breathless laugh leave him.
Quickly snapping his hips into you, pushing you further into the wall as you let out a loud whine. Hearing him mumble something but not being able to comprehend what it was. His cock drilling into you as your eyes squeezed shut.
Satoru pulled out once more shaky hips struggling to push back into you. Feeling his tip twitch inside of you. Warm liquid trickling inside of you as he groaned loudly. His pants now around his ankles along with his briefs.
“Again.” he whispered. Making you furrow your eyebrows at how his cock was still hard inside of you. Starting to thrust inside of you again, his thrusts were more sloppy as you moaned.
“Toru-” you whined, hearing his heavy breathing behind you, hands pulling you back onto him as he started raising your hips slightly. Standing on your tip toes as he took the hand that was on yours and raised it. Pressing it against the wall. Fingers intertwined as he thrusted inside of you, being able to hear just how messy your cunt was getting.
His hand on your ass making red marks form on it from how hard he was gripping onto you. “Wait-” you whined, feeling his chin rest against your shoulder. Thrusting inside of you at a new angle. Not being able to see it but you knew his face had a dopey smile plastered onto it.
“That doesn't sound like a safe word~” he purred, his cock brushing past your sweet spot quickly making you let out a small whine.
“Right there-” you gasped, being able to feel his tip now nudging into the spot that made you moan uncontrollably. Squeezing your cunt around his cock, making him let out a drawn out whine right next to your ear.
Feeling yourself come undone on his cock. It didn't take long for Satoru to come again, lazy hips thrusting into you as his chest heaved. A bead of sweat dripped down his temple as he looked at his hand that engulfed yours, pinned to the wall and seeing how your fingers intertwined with his. He let out a huff, moaning a string of ‘I’m cumming’ into your ear. Slow thrusts as he felt a shiver run down his spine.
Satoru took a second to catch his breath, taking the hand that was on your ass and placing it to the side of your face. Lifting his chin from your shoulder and looking into your eyes. Seeing his flushed face, lips parted as he leaned in to kiss you. Sloppy tongue in your mouth as you felt his hips start to move again.
Opening your eyes mid kiss in surprise. Seeing him looking at you with half lidded eyes. Swapping spit with him, making it drip from the side of your mouth. He pulled away, straightening his back. Dropping your hand from the wall and landing it on your ass. His lip trembled between his teeth.
Thrusting into you slowly, but making sure to get as deep as he could. Satoru’s incoherent mumbling made your ears hurt trying to understand him.
Feeling his hips press against you everytime he thrusted, but his teasing words were no longer in the air. A few whimpers and whines followed by the quiet whispers he said to himself.
You called him through a whine, not hearing him respond or halt his movements. You looked back to him, calves burning from being on your tiptoes. Seeing how focused his face was, so focused he didn't even notice you looking at him. Your eyes locked on his lips.
Blurry vision attempting to focus on what he was saying through your moans. Trying to make out what he was saying over and over again. ‘Get’ you heard, feeling him thrust into you quicker. His eyes glued to the sight of your cunt sucking him in, a ring of white at the base of his cock.
You squint your eyes trying to focus on what he was saying. Finding it difficult to hear through the steady sound of your ass plapping against his hips.
‘Get pregnant.’
Your eyes widened when you heard his words clearly now. Furrowing your eyebrows when you realized he had been mumbling this whole time.
You turned your head back around, small gasps leaving your lips as he sped up. Now being able to hear the string of the demand from his lips clearly. You closed your eyes, holding back the whines that threatened to leave your throat.
Feeling his hips stutter against you. Satoru screwed his eyes shut and threw his head back. Eyes rolling to the back of his head at the overstimulation against the tip of his cock.
A low groan leaving his throat as he came inside of you one last time. Feeling his knees weaken as he panted. You were gasping for air. Feeling how full your cunt suddenly felt. Satoru sighed, feeling his cock finally softening inside of you. Wishing he could stay inside of you to keep all of what he pumped inside of you.
Your brace on the wall eased, slowly easing yourself down from the tip of your toes. Satoru’s forehead resting at the back of your head as he caught his breath. Closing his eyes and sighing. Leaning down to press a gentle kiss onto your shoulder.
Wincing as he slowly pulled himself out of you. Hoping nothing oozed out of your cunt. You turned yourself slightly, looking up to see his flushed face. Eyebrows furrowed as you contemplated asking him.
“Am I crazy or did I hear you saying ‘get pregnant’?” You questioned, seeing his face drop quickly before smiling again.
“No idea what you're talking about.” He grinned, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Looking into your eyes as though he wasn't lying right now.
“But if you want me to- all you have to do is ask~” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your eyebrows stayed furrowed as you mentally questioned if you did hear him say those two words.
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pt 2 here
every time I think to write something short it always ends up being longer than 1k words. what is wrong with me. also I am a big fan of the whole topic of Gojo into breeding. started this at 5:35 pm- finished at 11:50 pm. nonstop. I need to be put in a cage
18 + warning only minors dni. this is incest. do not read if you can't handle what you clicked.
uncle toji x niece f!reader🎀 taboo, filthy, forbidden, age gap, dubcon, manipulation, cockwarming, public risk
the house smelled like baked fish, hot fabric softener, and cheap wine. your mom was in the kitchen with tsumiki, toji’s wife, both of them laughing too loud over some story about a neighbor’s divorce. they’d been drinking since lunch. your aunt’s voice had that glossy, fake warmth it always did when she was playing housewife, and your mom kept smiling like she wasn’t annoyed.
megumi your cousin was on the floor in front of the couch, stretched out with a ps5 controller in his hands, the sound of gunfire and clicky buttons filling the room. he hadn’t said more than ten words to you all day, too locked into his game. you didn’t mind. you two were close. he was always gentle with you, even now when he barely talked. it was just how he was.
you were sitting at the edge of the couch, thighs pressed together in your pale blue skirt, trying not to sweat through your top. tsumiki kept calling you cute. said you were getting so grown up, so curvy. your mom rolled her eyes and kept saying things like she’s still my baby.
toji was on the other end of the couch.
you hadn’t seen him in over a year. he looked even bigger now, thicker around the chest, arms, neck. his black hair messier, jaw heavier with stubble. the kind of body that felt too solid for a living room like this. he wore a tank top that looked like it had been washed too many times and gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. he barely talked. just leaned back with his legs spread and his phone resting on his thigh.
he kept looking at you.
nothing intense. nothing you could call out. just long enough for your skin to tighten under your dress.
and then came the baby pictures.
your mom came back from the hallway with an old photo album, cheeks flushed from the wine. she plopped down right between you and toji, flipping it open onto her lap, calling tsumiki over to come look.
look at this, she said, giggling, her finger pointing at a picture of you maybe three or four years old, smiling with your baby teeth as toji held you in one arm.
remember that day? you wouldn’t stop crying unless he picked you up. he used to call her his little baby wife, can you believe that?
tsumiki gasped like it was adorable. oh my god, toji, you were obsessed with her. look at your face.
he didn’t deny it. just leaned in, looking down at the photo with his mouth tilted into a quiet smirk.
you felt something burn under your cheeks.
there were more. you in a swimsuit sitting on his lap. you napping against his chest. one where your mouth was on his cheek and his hand was wrapped around your little body, like he owned you.
your mom nudged your arm.
you were always attached to him, remember? always climbing on him like a little monkey.
toji spoke then, low and rough.
she was clingy. wouldn’t leave her favorite uncle alone.
his voice made your stomach flip.
then he looked over at you.
his eyes didn’t move away when he leaned in and kissed you.
not your cheek. your mouth.
not long. not rough. but on the lips. slow, innocent. like it meant nothing.
your breath caught.
tsumiki didn’t blink. your mom just laughed, waving her hand.
stop spoiling her, she’s not your baby anymore.
but he didn’t say anything. just leaned back again, watching you like he was waiting for something.
you didn’t say anything either.
a few minutes later, he stood up.
gonna smoke, he said, voice deep, reaching lazily into his pocket. he grabbed his lighter and walked out through the back door, the screen sliding shut behind him.
his phone was still on the couch.
right beside you.
you glanced around. tsumiki had gone to grab something. your mom was in the hallway on the phone now. megumi your cousin hadn’t moved, headset on, muttering into the mic.
you picked it up.
you weren’t planning to do anything weird. you just wanted to check if he had games on it or maybe look something up. you opened his browser. maybe to google something random. but when it opened..
it was already on a tab.
the couch was warm from where he’d been sitting.
he always sat wide legs open, arms stretched across the backrest like he owned the room, the kind of man whose body took up space just by existing. his scent still lingered: strong manly cologne, mixed with the lingering smoke he left behind when he stepped out for a cigarette. his phone was there, screen lit up faintly beside you. he hadn’t locked it.
you shouldn’t have touched it.
but you did.
your fingers were sticky from the heat, thighs pressed tight together under the fabric of your skirt, and you just wanted something to do. you didn’t think. didn’t plan. you opened the browser to search something dumb, some makeup brand or show you heard about earlier.
but the tab was already open.
a porn site.
the name meant nothing. just a black background and cheap orange font. rows of thumbnails, low-lit videos with words like raw, rough, crying, used. your heart thudded. your thumb hesitated. hovered. tapped.
and it played.
real video. not cartoon, not fake.
a woman. she was lying back on a couch, legs lifted high, panties halfway off one ankle. the camera was too close. shaky. you could see the string of wetness stuck to the man’s fingers as he spread her open, rubbing slow circles around her clit while she twitched and cried out.
her moans were soft. girlish. a little desperate.
he pushed two fingers in. the angle was too good. her pussy stretched around them, slick and pink. she gasped, legs shaking, mouth falling open.
you stared.
your whole body went still.
then warmer. lower. pulsing.
your thighs rubbed together without meaning to. the cotton between them dampened slowly.
you turned the volume down. not all the way. just a little.
no one in the room looked at you. your mom and tsumiki were still in the kitchen, laughing over wine and fruit. megumi was on the floor playing his game. no one cared. no one saw.
you brought the phone closer, half hiding it under your skirt.
the video got louder. wetter. his fingers moved faster. the girl’s moans climbed higher. her stomach trembled, her eyes fluttered. she was so wet it dripped onto the couch beneath her.
and you could feel it in your own body. that ache.
your knees pressed tighter. your breath shallow.
your fingers clutched the phone harder.
the screen dimmed just slightly and your reflection flickered across the glossy glass, eyes wide, lips parted.
then the couch dipped.
you didn’t hear him come in. but you felt it instantly.
the weight beside you. the warmth. the shape of his body. he sat the same way he always did wide, relaxed, sweaty. his thigh touched yours. his breath smelled like smoke and mint. his tank top clung to the curves of his chest, stretched tight over his abs. his sweatpants hung loose on his hips, the fabric shifting as he adjusted.
his arm stretched out behind you, resting lazily across the couch back.
he looked forward. didn’t say a word.
your whole body froze.
he didn’t look at the screen. not right away. just sat there like it was nothing. like you weren’t sitting beside him with his phone in your lap, thighs clenched, heat blooming between your legs.
then his eyes drifted down.
just a glance.
he saw the video.
the girl was crying now. not from pain. from overstimulation. her legs were shaking. the man was kissing her inner thighs, tongue wet, sloppy, thick spit dripping between her folds. her pussy was red and raw and soaked.
you couldn’t look away.
you didn’t even flinch when he reached down casual and nudged the volume all the way down with two fingers. his knuckles brushed your thigh.
you stiffened.
he didn’t say a thing.
tsumiki called out toji, where’d you put the wine opener?
he answered without looking away from the tv.
drawer by the sink.
his voice was steady. bored.
but his hand dropped down again. fingers light, resting near your knee. not moving. not touching you. just there. hovering close.
you kept watching.
the man was fucking her now. slow strokes. deep. you could see how much of him slid inside. her pussy stretched open with every thrust. she couldn’t stop moaning, her hands gripping the couch, her voice broken and helpless.
your thighs rubbed harder. your breath caught in your chest.
his hand moved.
not far.
just slid over your knee. rested on the hem of your dress. fingers curling in slightly.
he still didn’t look at you.
just leaned back. pressed a slow kiss to your cheek.
you okay, sweetheart?
his voice was soft.
you didn’t answer.
your hands were shaking slightly, holding the phone like it was an anchor.
the video ended.
he reached down again. warm fingers brushing yours. swiped.
another one loaded.
a girl on her knees this time. eyes wide, mouth open. drool sliding down her chin. mascara smudged. her thighs trembling as a man pulled her hair back, fed her inch after inch of cock with both hands. her throat bulged. she moaned around it.
Toji’s voice didn’t change.
you ever done that?
he asked like it was small talk.
you didn’t reply.
his thumb stroked your leg, slow, low, almost lazy.
you should learn, he murmured near your ear.
you’ve got a pretty little mouth for that, baby.
the living room was quiet now.
the sliding door was half open, letting in the sound of voices and laughter from the garden. your mom and tsumiki were busy with trays of meat, their heels clicking against the stone patio. megumi was already outside too with your other cousins, arguing over who’d grill better, shouting over music and the sizzle of coal. they’d left you and toji inside to grab the drinks. just a minute. just long enough.
the porn was still playing on his phone in your lap.
another video now rougher than before. the girl was straddling a man’s lap, bouncing slow, tits out, eyes rolling back while her moans got wetter, more desperate. his hands were on her hips, dragging her down onto his cock over and over, her pussy slick and stretched wide around him.
you couldn’t stop watching.
your panties were soaked.
toji’s arm rested heavy behind your shoulders again, warm and solid. his fingers brushed your hair. his thigh touched yours, big and thick, the muscle shifting every time he breathed. he hadn’t taken the phone away. hadn’t told you to stop. just kept watching you watch it.
you shifted in place, thighs rubbing under your dress.
your breath came slow. you turned toward him. barely.
and whispered.
does yours look like that?
his head turned.
his eyes dropped to your mouth. then the phone. then back to your face.
he let out a low breath that sounded almost like a laugh.
what kinda question is that, baby?
you blinked. your voice even softer now.
i just wanna know. i’ve never seen one in real life.
he rubbed the back of his neck. smirked. looked toward the open door like someone might walk in.
you shouldn’t be asking that. not to me.
but he didn’t sound angry. not even serious. just… amused.
you pouted.
come on, just a little. just to compare. it won’t count.
he chuckled, eyes narrowing slightly.
nah, can’t do that. you’ll get scared.
your face flushed.
your thighs squeezed.
your fingers were twitching, aching to do something. anything.
and then you reached forward.
there was a cold soda bottle on the table one you were supposed to bring outside. condensation running down the side. you grabbed it. brought it into your lap.
and slowly quietly you pressed the bottom of it between your thighs.
toji froze.
your eyes didn’t meet his. you were staring at the screen still, lips parted as the girl in the video cried out from her orgasm, pussy fluttering around a cock too big for her.
you rubbed the bottle up. then down.
slow.
your body jerked a little.
the cold made it worse. better.
your hips rocked into it. barely. just a little rhythm. just enough to ease the ache.
you felt his gaze heavy on you.
his hand shifted. slid down your side. found your hip.
his fingers curled in your waist, slow, like he was trying not to break something.
his voice dropped low barely more than breath, right against your ear.
jesus, baby… you’re really doing it. right in front of me.
you whispered.
hurts. wanna rub it harder.
he kissed your jaw. soft. wet.
you need help?
you shook your head.
you okay, then?
you bit your lip.
mhm.
he pulled the dress fabric a little. looked down into your lap. watched the bottle roll forward again, pressing harder into your panties.
you’re soaked.
you whimpered.
he laughed under his breath.
then leaned in.
lemme see, baby. just a peek. not down there just your tits, okay? uncle just wants to make sure everything’s okay. not hurt or swollen or nothing. you’ve been watching for a while now.
you blinked up at him. dazed.
his hand was already under your top.
warm. slow. fingers dragging up.
he licked his lips.
they sore?
you shook your head.
he smiled.
good. still growing though, huh? let me feel ’em just for a sec.
you let him.
you didn’t stop grinding.
and outside your mom laughed. a bottle popped open. someone called megumi’s name.
you didnt know how long they’d been outside.
the voices were still there laughing, arguing about charcoal and skewers and who burnt what. the door was cracked open, letting in the smell of smoke and grilled meat, the late sun casting stripes across the floor. but the inside of the house felt hotter. heavier.
you were on your back now.
he’d pulled you into the corner of the couch, soft pillows under your head, legs parted and bent, your skirt bunched up high around your hips. the bottle was still there cold, wet, dragging over the soaked fabric between your thighs as you rocked against it in slow, desperate circles. and your shirt... was up. pushed just under your chin, exposing both of your tits to the warm air and toji’s hands.
his palms covered them. big, rough, warm.
he was playing with them lazily, like they were his. thumbs brushing your nipples in slow circles,
sometimes flicking, sometimes squeezing. one hand held your tit deep in his palm, kneading it while the other thumb traced soft figure-eights over the tip until you gasped.
he was watching your face.
then your tits.
then the bottle moving between your legs.
his voice was low. dark.
youre such a sweet girl, baby.
his thumb rolled harder, nipple sliding under his skin.
so eager to learn.
you were panting. your eyes fluttered open, lips glossy from how much youd licked them.
mhm... i like it... you’re way more handsome than the boys at school... no one looks like you.
his smile twitched.
nah?
you shook your head.
even the other uncles... they’re old and ugly.. no one looks like you.. you’re strong, handsome, muscular.
he chuckled.
his thumb flicked again.
damn right, thats because those boys are little. they dont know how to take care of a girl like you.
you squirmed. your hips rolled again.
he leaned over your face, warm breath brushing your cheek.
sweetheart. you ever heard of the game of the cock?
you blinked.
your voice came out tiny.
no.
he kissed your nipple.
his hand dragged over your stomach, slow.
its not sex, okay? its not bad. its just a game.
his lips touched your throat. his voice stayed quiet.
s’when a man rubs his big cock on a girl’s pussy... soft. not in. not deep. just enough to touch. to feel her heat. maybe make her leak a little.
you moaned softly.
he kissed your tit again.
he doesnt put it inside. he just lays it there. like a pillow. like its resting. just kissing her pussy.
you arched your back.
you wanna try it, baby?
he pinched your nipple softly.
you wanna play the cock game with uncle?
the bottle slipped deeper between your thighs. your hips humped harder. your mouth dropped open.
your voice was thick and whiny.
mhm... mm-mm... but just a little..
he grinned against your skin.
just a little, yeah..
he kissed you.
deep. wet. tongue slipping into your mouth slow like he was taking it inch by inch.
your legs spread wider.
your dress was bunched around your hips now, the cold bottle wet between your thighs, your panties soaked through and clinging like a second skin. toji was bent over you, both hands full of your tits, licking them like he was starved. he dragged his tongue slow around each nipple, lips curling around the peaks, sucking with wet pops that made your stomach clench. his fingers gripped both breasts, squeezing them together, giving them a soft shake.
fuck. look at these. bouncing all dumb for me.
you whimpered, body melting into the couch, eyes glassy. your mouth hung open. you felt drunk,
dizzy, warm all over.
his mouth latched onto your left nipple again, tongue circling it messily while his hand rolled the other. you didnt even notice your hips movinggrinding into the bottle again, seeking friction like it was the only thing keeping you from crying.
he was licking your tits like he’d done it before. like he’d always wanted to. like he owned them.
his tongue was slow and messy, dragging long, wet strokes over the soft skin before curling around your nipple and sucking it deep into his mouth. his stubble scratched lightly, his nose brushing your chest as he moaned like it tasted good. his hands were full of you palming both tits, squeezing them together, playing with them like toys, warm fingers flicking and rolling your nipples while his mouth stayed glued to your skin.
you were laid back fully now, your shirt pushed under your chin, dress hiked around your waist, panties soaked. your legs were parted wide across the couch cushions, bent open, and the cold bottle you were holding earlier was still rubbing back and forth over your clit through the fabric. sticky. noisy now.
you were flushed and dizzy, your brain hot and slow. your words came out soft and messy, breathy little thoughts that felt innocent to say.
do you… do this to tsumiki too?
his lips paused on your nipple.
then he kissed it again. sucked it slow.
nah. she’s not soft like this.
you blinked slowly. your mouth open. your voice sounded far away.
do you… play the game of the cock with her too?
he lifted his head.
his mouth was wet. your nipple popped out of his mouth with a string of spit.
he grinned.
his eyes looked darker now. hungrier.
his thumb pinched your other nipple.
you think i rub my cock on that dry pussy just to kiss it?
you blinked. slow.
i dunno… maybe… if megumi wasn’t home…
he laughed quietly and leaned in close to your face. kissed your cheek. then your mouth.
nah, baby. this game’s only for my sweet niece.
you were squirming under him now, thighs shaking as you rocked harder into the bottle. it wasn’t enough. your panties were soaked through. your whole pussy ached. swollen. twitching.
uncle… it hurts…
he kissed down your chest. his tongue licked a long line across both tits. then he gripped them together again, rolling them under his palms and giving them a little bounce.
you need it bad, huh?
mhm… yes…
you sounded soft. whiny. your lashes fluttered and your lip trembled.
he pulled your panties aside.
your slick made a string snap between the cotton and your folds. you whined when the air hit you. your pussy was red, wet, shiny with arousal. twitching every time your hips shifted.
and then he pulled his sweatpants down just enough.
and his cock dropped out, thick and heavy, veiny and flushed, the head already wet. he gripped the base lazily and leaned over your hips.
you wanna play, baby?
he said it like a secret.
you nodded, legs trembling.
you wanna play the cock game?
your voice was so soft you barely heard yourself.
just a little…
he smiled.
then let it kiss your little pussy, makes you leak little bit, sweetheart.
he pushed his cock down. not in. just between your folds.
your breath caught. your pussy clenched around nothing.
he started rubbing it. slow. up and down. the thick head dragging over your clit, through your slick lips, parting you like he belonged there.
you moaned.
your hips jerked.
his voice stayed steady.
see? not sex. not bad. just a kiss.
your thighs twitched. his cock kept gliding, heavy and smooth, sliding through your slick like it was lotion.
you sobbed out a little breath.
don’t stop..
his thumb rubbed your nipple.
i won’t, baby. let uncle kiss it. real slow.
his cock was thick and hot, sliding through your folds again and again, slow and wet and heavy.
you were completely spread now, panties shoved to the side, your pussy swollen and slick and twitching. he pressed the tip down over your clit and dragged it lower, grinding the full weight of his cock right between your puffy lips, never pushing in, just rubbing. back and forth.
like he said.
just a game.
your back arched. your head tilted. the bottle had fallen from your hands. your thighs were shaking too much to hold anything now. you couldnt stop moaning.
your shirt was still bunched up under your neck, your tits out, bouncing softly in time with his movement. his hands were there againbig, hot palms gripping both tits, squeezing them, shaking them slightly while he groaned under his breath.
fuck, baby... your bodys perfect... made for this...
you sobbed.
his cock dragged through your folds again, slower now, like he was savoring how soft your pussy felt hugging him from the outside. he could feel every twitch. every droplet. every heartbeat.
his voice dropped lower, mouth brushing your ear.
you know how many times i thought about this? jerking off to the idea of rubbing it right here... just
like this...
you cried out, one hand gripping the cushion, the other pressed against his abs. he was sweating.
warm all over. his chest rising and falling over you, his voice staying calm.
this isnt sex, baby. were just playing. no ones getting hurt.
you whimpered.
his hips rocked forward. the thick head of his cock nudged your clit again. it throbbed against you.
your thighs jerked.
he kissed your neck.
tsumiki never made me hard like this. never. even when we fucked, i didnt get like this. but your little pussys so messy i could cum just from this. and were not even doing anything bad.
his hands squeezed your tits again, harder now, rougher. his thumbs flicked your nipples, rubbed
them in tight circles.
his cock was resting right at your entrance, fat and slick, twitching against your folds like it was
waiting for permission it didnt need.
you were spread wide, panties pushed aside, soaked and sticky, your shirt shoved up to your neck
and tits glistening from his spit. your legs trembled, open for him like youd been waiting your whole
life to be filled this way. you werent even thinking anymorejust blinking up at him, dazed, dumb,
drunk on the heat between your thighs.
you reached down and touched him. your fingers barely circled his shaft.
so thick... its so warm...
he grunted. his hand wrapped around your waist, pulling your hips higher.
feels big cause youre little, baby. thats all.
you blinked slowly. your voice was soft and slurred.
is it leaking cause it wants to go in?
he smirked, eyes on your pussy.
nah. its leaking cause it knows where it belongs.
he lined himself up.
you ready for uncle?
you nodded. breath caught in your throat.
just a little... please... just want to feel it...
his tip pressed.
and you gasped.
the stretch burned and melted all at once. your hole clung around the head, swallowing it slow, the pressure making your back arch and your moans rise up like heat.
fuck. he whispered. your pussys sucking me in.
you cried out, legs shaking.
thats it, baby. take uncle in. just the tip. no ones getting hurt.
his cock sat deep in your opening, fat head snug inside your soaked hole, not moving just. there.
pulsing. heavy.
and then the back door slid open.
your moms voice carried through the house.
toji? sweetie? whered you two go?
your blood turned to ice.
you tried to pull away.
but he grabbed your hips hard. held you down.
dont. move.
his voice was low. commanding.
you froze. still impaled on his cockhead.
his lips brushed your ear.
dont let it slip out. keep uncle warm, baby. she cant see us like this.
your pussy fluttered around him.
he kissed your neck, one hand still on your tit, squeezing softly.
you bit your lip, tears welling up.
his cock twitched inside you.
youre doing so well. holding uncle in like that. proud of you, baby.
you whimpered.
his hand rubbed slow over your belly.
you feel full, huh?
mhm...
and you know what that makes me?
you didnt answer.
say it, baby.
your voice shook.
my... my favorite uncle...
he smiled.
and youre stuffed with my cock.
he kissed you again, deep.
you stay just like this. until she go. dont let me fall out.
and you didn’t.
(〃ω〃)thank you so much for reading. your support means the world to me. every like, reblog, or comment reminds me why i love writing i’m so grateful to share this little world with you💗
summary: toji decides to take his pretty little stepdaughter out for a picnic
pairing: toji fushiguro x stepdaughter!reader
wc: 4k
warnings: smut under the cut + dark content (stepcest) + public sex + spitting + pussy/ass eating + mating press + breeding kink + comparison + dumbification + dacryphilia + ‘daddy’ + creampie + overstimulation + infidelity + praise + degrading + squirting + age gap (15 years) + slut shaming + lmk if i missed anything mwah
others: inspired by these videos: 1 2, unedited
toji never really cared for your mother. she was decent, had a good job and held his attention for long enough. it didn’t take a genius to know you hated her, though. you were hostile whenever you were home and spent most of your time far away from her in the mansion you called home.
you were home for your brief holiday before you began grad school, and toji had failed to keep his eyes off of you from the beginning. when he came home to were laying on a pool chair wearing the tiniest fucking bikini he’s ever seen. you’d barely looked over your sunglasses to greet him. that was the first time he wanted to bend you over, though excitedly not the last.
you barely spoke to anyone while you were home despite your mother pestering you about getting to know toji. they got married while you were out of the country, not that you’d bothered making an effort to see her or him anyway. however, toji was enjoying watching you shift in false discomfort when your mom suggested you two go off and do something together while she works. he watches the way your legs cross and your eyes light up albeit subtly. that’s why he takes the perfect opportunity to smile evenly at your mother.
“we could go out for a picnic. it’ll be an easy way to get along. everyone likes food.” toji’s lips quirk up into something more sinister, but no one seemed to notice but you. you arch an eyebrow at him and glance down at your phone briefly for the time. “it’s almost 4, a little later for lunch don’t you think? plus, it’s getting dark soon.” excuses. toji clicks his tongue in false approval, knowing damn well you’re trying your best not to be alone with him. and you are. because you have no idea what you’ll do if you’re left with him.
“you afraid of the dark, sweetheart?” he snarks easily at you, jutting his chin slightly. you puff air from your nose, rolling your eyes irritatedly at him. oh, how he wished to make them roll differently. “no. i'm worried about the people wandering parks at night.” oh? toji smiles but decides against voicing the nasty thought that ran through his head. “listen, we’ll head out to the park and you can go ahead on to work. don’t worry about us, honey. we’ll get along just fine.” toji’s eyes cut to you briefly as he speaks but most of his words are focused on your mom.
oblivious to the rising tension between you two, she smiles and claps her hands excitedly. “good! good! okay, i really have to go but i love you two. send me pictures and be safe!” she kisses the side of your head (much to your dismay) before kissing toji. she’s out of the door faster then you can blink and you slowly realize exactly what you’ve gotten yourself into. toji watches you carefully before he decides whether he wants to make his next move now or later. your legs are tensing, he can see that because of those tiny fucking shorts you have on. you’re biting down on your lip and scrolling aimlessly on your phone.
he steps closer to the couch and hesitates, looking down at you before resting his hands on your shoulders. “i think you should go get ready,” he purrs, letting his hands slide forward just slightly. you jolt but pretend that you hadn’t, swallowing thickly. “don’t need to stay out late, you know. we don’t know who might be wandering the park at night.” suddenly you hate yourself for speaking earlier but also thank yourself because the chills running down your spine are unimaginable.
"you're right." you murmur in response. "maybe we shouldn't go at all, would be much easier." you side-eye him out of the corner of your eye. toji ignores how you're glaring at him, settling for leaning down to whisper in your ear. "i'm going to put some finger food in one of those cooling bags your mom has. by the time i'm done, you better be down here. understood?" his voice is light, but there's a certain edge to it that makes you sit up straight.
you swallow and turn to face him fully. you've given up on distracting yourself with your phone, your heart is fluttering and your pussy clenching at his tone. "whatever." your voice shakes but you ignore it for the sake of your sanity. toji's jaw clenches but he doesn't work to say much. you finally stand to push past him on the other side of the couch, glancing up at him briefly as you go.
toji felt irritated, but he decided it was all in due time. he'd have his way with you one way or another. and this stupid little date would be perfect. perfect for him to fill your cunt.
that's exactly how you found yourself on your stomach, clawing at the blanket toji had oh-so gently sat down earlier. his strong hands grip the fat of your ass cheeks, spreading them so he can spit on your asshole. you clench subconsciously, whining softly at the foreign feeling. "shut up." toji hisses as he watches the glob of spit slide from your asshole and down your already wet folds.
"you're already showing me this fucking hole in public, you wanna get caught too? fucking slut." his words go straight to your pussy as it clenches around nothing. his tongue slides around the skin near your asshole. he teases you with long slow licks nearing closer and closer to your puckered hole. he wants to ease his fingers inside your ass and threaten to fuck the tight hole, but he needs to know how your cunt feels. he needs to know how tight the pussy you've been teasing him with is.
you dig your face impossibly deeper into the soft blanket underneath you. your fingers are already clenching the blanket and if you moan any louder someone will know exactly what's going on in your little secluded section of the park. toji's ministrations don't cease at your whines. instead, he slips his tongue in your ass while his fingers dig into your ass cheeks to pull them apart further.
"pretty fucking ass." he mumbles, pulling away briefly to admire the slick forming. "you've never had this ass eaten before? tell me, baby." you tilt your head back briefly to attempt to make eye contact with him, but this notion fails when he places harsh smacks on both of your ass cheeks. your back bends as you moan with a shaky hand covering your mouth.
he watches your ass and pussy clench around nothing, begging to be filled. toji traces his fingers along your pussy lips, laughing darkly when your cunt twitches in anticipation. "don't be a slut, baby. wait patiently and i'll give you what you want." the words are ironic coming from him because if it was up to him, he'd have fucked you into the ground by now. however, you looked so fucking good and you deserved to be ruined. so he'd ruin you.
his fingers slowly slide into your cunt, eliciting a loud squish! as they enter you. somehow there's already cum sliding down his fingers and he lets out the harshest scoff. "how long has it been? barely started eating this-" he emphasizes his point by thumbing at your asshole. "fucking hole and the other one 's wet? slutty, slutty baby. should've fucked you sooner."
if you weren't already feeling the effects of toji on you you'd have refuted his claim. he shouldn't have thought of fucking you at all...but you liked it. you wanted your stepdad to take time out of his day, out of his work week to fuck you. you wanted to feel bad and be scared to get caught as he filled you the exact way you needed to be filled. you wanted to sob an cry while his cock stretched you beyond what you’re used to.
toji’s tongue returns to your ass while his fingers slowly begin to pump in and out of you. his tongue ignores the resistance of your hole, pushing through to lick sloppily at the inside. every time his tongue slips inside it comes back out with a soft pop!, and the sound mixes with the loud wet noises coming from your poor cunt. toji’s fingers start to pick up the deeper he begins to get in your ass.
toji shifts slightly from behind you, adjusting to he can use his free hand to put his thumb in your ass. he laughs at the way you clench around his fingers. you’re so fucking needy. your pussy sucks his fingers in deeper every time he pulls out to thrust back in. “you always this fucking tight? or you just been waiting for this?” you whine, freeing your hand from your mouth to grip his wrist.
“i haven’t-! no! i’m not like that!” you cry desperately. toji snorts, pulling his thick fingers out of you to watch your reaction. your hips stutter, pausing briefly before shaking back against him to search for that fullness you’d lost. “‘not like that’? this pussy’s hungry for me and i ain’ even fed her properly. do you dream about this?” you shake your head again, parting your lips to argue with him when he shoves his fingers back into you.
you cry out again, softer this time despite your lack of secrecy the second he slipped his fingers into your cunt. toji laughs, kissing up your neck and across your jaw before landing at the corner of your lips. “shhh, baby girl.” he coos, kissing your lips as his fingers begin to piston in and out of you. your moans are swallowed my his hungry lips as they move against yours, sloppy and uncoordinated kisses being exchanged between the two of you. toji’s tongue slides against your lips before finding its way inside your mouth, wrapping around your tongue sloppily. you groan louder when his fingers find that spot deep inside of you, roughly pressing at the soft spot.
your hips twitch erratically at the newfound pleasure of having your g-spot abused. toji pulls away from your mouth, watching the fucked expression on your face as he dug his fingers further in you. he watches the way your eyes water and your lips pout before parting into a ‘o’ shape. you’re so fucking pretty, he really just cannot help himself. “behave and i’ll let you cum the first time.” he purrs sweetly, pressing a kiss to your parted lips.
toji doesn’t give you a real chance to reply. by the time you’ve barely come to your senses to reply, you feel his hot tongue nudging its way back into you. his fingers pump into you in quick, short pumps as his tongue assaults your asshole. he pulls away to spit harshly onto your open hole, chuckling lowly to himself as it winks back at him. you’re overwhelmed. you’ve never had someone pay so much attention to your ass, let alone lick at it like you’re some kind of dessert. you push your ass further into his face, desperate for the feeling to continue.
you start to feel that burning feeling in your tummy, your heart’s pounding and you temporarily forget you’re outside. you’ve forgotten toji’s words about being quiet but you still find yourself covering your mouth. this feels wrong, but it feels so so good. you sob loudly as a third finger slides into your pussy, glancing back at toji who only meets your gaze. you can see the smugness in his face and it does little to nothing to deter your orgasm. your face pinches, thighs tensing as the burning sensation overcomes you. “‘m gonna- oh fuck!”
the noise that leaves your throat is inhuman. you rock forward at the strength of your orgasm as your cunt flutters around toji’s fingers. you thought he’d stop but you can still feel his fingers pumping in and out of you still. toji’s tongue somehow finds itself deeper into your ass as you cum. the sensation renders you speechless, your voice escaping you. “don’t worry baby we’re not done.” toji shifts behind you, sliding his fingers from your drooling cunt. he presses a wet kiss to your asshole before pulling away completely. he spreads his fingers to watch your slick nearly keep them together, thick strings of cum spreading between each finger.
“don’t spent too much time coming down. i still have to fuck this pretty pussy.” he slaps your pussy for emphasis, laughing when you find your voice again to whine at the pain. "no toji. can't" you mumble into the blanket. your chest moves rapidly as you try to gather yourself. despite your protests, your pussy clenches as the cold air hits you with toji moving out of the way. your hips jut much to your annoyance, hips shifting forward and away from imaginary fingers.
"shh, sweet girl. daddy's gonna give ya what ya need." he murmurs, laughing to himself when your asshole clenched. toji teases your pussy, sliding his fat tip up and down your pretty, drenched pussy. he watches as his tip starts to glisten from your slick, the way his cock slides easily against you from how wet you are. he slaps his cock against you one more time before he decides to pull away, a sly smile tugging at his lips.
he slaps your ass with a sense of finality, gripping your hips. "turn over, baby girl. c'mon. don't make me wait." you push up on shaky arms to turn yourself over. somehow, the top of your sundress had stayed up and you were hoping he'd allow you that sense of conservation. knowing toji, though, he wouldn't. and he didn't. the second you turned over his hand was on the top of your dress, pulling it down to free your tits.
toji palms your tits roughly, pulling at your nipples as he ground his cock against you. his eyes flicker over you, the way your lips are parted and drool escapes them. he watches your lashes flutter as you blink in a futile attempt to become more aware. your dress is a little damp from both of your fluids, and your pussy looks so so pretty in this position. he's won the jackpot, he thinks. if only he married this pussy.
"enough. you ready for this, pretty girl?" you grunt harshly under him, glancing up at him to nod. toji slaps his cock against you one more time before beginning to slide into you. his fat tip begins to press into you, forcing a soft sob from your throat. it's an uncomfortable feeling because he's so big. you've been fucked before—plenty of times—but toji's cock is stretching you wide enough for you to be nervous. he'd had you on your stomach so long you hadn't gotten a chance to see how big he was. clearly, he was big enough to split you in half.
"toji..” you pause to frown up at him. “‘s not gonna fit.” he's nearly as thick as a soda can and long enough for you to be concerned. still, you peek at him through your lashes to beg him to stop or slow down. toji only rolls his eyes. "we're gonna make it fit, pretty baby. can you do that f'me? hmmm?" he settles his hands on either side of you, leaning down to brush his lips over yours. your eyes shift over his face, flickering up to his eyes before slowly making their way down to his lips.
if you hadn't gulped already toji would be convinced you were joking. you were questioning the fit but the way you were squeezing him--the way you gushed, toji knew you weren't scared. his hips shift as he pushes further into you. he smashes his lips against yours before you can cry out, quieting your moans and loud pleas. he knows you can take it because you're his good girl. you'd just have to prove it. "tight fucking cunt." he hisses against your mouth, shifting his hips forward once more. "not even halfway and she's tryna bully me out. why 's that, hm? she too shy? can't take this fucking dick?"
you whine against his lips, sniffling softly as tears begin to spill. "no, no! you're too big, toji. i can't- can't take it! please!" your cries fall on deaf ears as toji presses down on your hips to slide further into you. he watches you squirm with a satisfied grin tugging at his lips. your body is warm and the tears that slip from your eyes are scorching. he watches in pure satisfaction as your cunt clenches tightly around him the further he digs into you. "bet this pussy wasn't shy when you were in college." he tuts at you, releasing one side of your hip to spank your clit.
he relishes the way your hips twitch and your back arches. you're so fucking responsive. "remember your mom said you're a sorority girl. how many times were you gettin' fucked in the bathroom? now you wanna tell me 's too big? you're my little slut, baby. you can take it." you're not gonna tell him when you can take it and, frankly, toji doesn't care. his eyebrows twitch in annoyance at your escalating whines. you've come to your senses because you're pushing at his stomach. your eyes are closed in both discomfort and pleasure, and tears are starting to accumulate on the blanket.
"fucked those college boys with no problem but the second a real man tries to take this pussy you wanna cry." he rolls his eyes in pure irritation, gripping your hips tightly so he can finally slam you down on his cock. he groans in relief as your warmth surrounds him fully. his cock twitches inside of you and he already knows he's fucked. you're so fucking wet, so fucking tight. he can't take it. he moves his hands to slide underneath your thighs, pushing them up so that he has more room.
"move...toji please." your voice is so soft he would've missed it if the wind was blowing. your stepdad tuts at you, spreading your legs further to settle between them. "please what? what's my name?" he watches the conflict in your eyes. you're contemplating if you want to give in (as if you hadn't already). your eyes flutter shut before opening again. "please," you pause, a disgusted frown pulling at your lips. "daddy please? fuck me! i need it- need you so bad."
a warm feeling starts to brew in his chest after your little declaration. toji hadn't given a fuck when your mother mentioned she had an adult daughter but now? god was he grateful he met her. he would've never found this pretty pussy on his own. "since you asked so nicely, princess. gonna take it realll good f'me, huh? slutty fucking pussy." he practically purrs his words to you. toji doesn't bother starting slow, immediately starting with pounding in and out of your cunt.
your cunt makes the nastiest, wettest noise as toji's cock slides in and out of you. he's not going nearly as fast as he wants, but your pussy gushes around him nonetheless. your back arches off the ground as his tip kisses your cervix. he keeps hitting deep inside you every time he pulls out halfway just to fuck right back into you. "oh my god.." you murmur. you shift your hips in an attempt to fuck yourself forward as he continues to pound into you.
"oh my fuck- daddy please! harder! need it!" you're practically sobbing for him to fuck you harder. your fingers press weakly against his stomach and you find yourself unable to decide if you really want him to go harder. your pussy feels so full--you feel so fucking full and you feel like you're going to explode. "whatever you say, baby. been so fucking good." toji leans over, pressing your legs back further. his lips attach to yours in the neediest kiss you've ever taken part of. it's sloppy and desperate and it's so fucking good.
your tongue slides against his in near perfection, one of your hands reaching up to grasp at his hair. you pull him closer to you, jutting your hips against his. toji's pounding is incessant, and your cry against his lips. "let go of my legs, toji. i want you to cum in me." you whine against his lips. toji releases your legs reluctantly, letting you wrap them around his waist. he grunts as you push him impossibly deeper inside of you. "fuck i should've met you sooner." his hisses, pressing down on your stomach. "should've married this fucking cunt. could be inside you for days, keep cumming inside of you, get you pregn- oh fuck!"
you press toji inside of you to keep him there. your fingers grasp his hair tightly, forcing his lips to remain against yours. he's groaning despite your attempts to keep the both of you quiet, his hips beginning to stutter and your fingers beginning to twitch. "then fucking do it. fill me up daddy, please." he laughs against you, pulling back to slam back into you. "yeah, baby. knew this fucking pussy would want me. i knew you'd fucking love this." you nod dumbly, muttering incoherently about how you need him.
toji grips your neck as his hips begin to stutter. your pussy tightens around him and flutters as he nudges your g-spot. every time he pulls back he hits it with perfection only to push forward and kiss your cervix. you need him to cum inside you. you need it the same way you need oxygen. you just want to feel the same warmth you've craved since you met him a week ago. he's right, he should've married you. you'd give him what he wants and more. "is this pretty pussy gonna cum for me?" he's whispering so close to you that you can feel the warmth against your wet lips.
you nod hard and fast, squeezing your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach tightens. you move your hips to no real avail. he's fucked you so stupid you can barely match his rhythm. your pussy almost hurts from the stretch and the overstimulation from your first lingering orgasm. you can feel your asshole flutter whilst your pussy attempts to shut around toji's dick. "ohhh i'm gonna- fuckfuckfuck." you sob your words out, nails clawing angrily at toji's back. he doesn't let up, continuing to fuck harshly into your pussy even as he feels spurts hit the bottom of his stomach. he ignores the fact that you've squirted on his dick, fucking you like he needs it.
"this is what i needed from you. knew you weren't a brat. jus' needed to be fucked." he chuckles, though the joke is lost on you. he watches the way your eyes have rolled. your pretty lips are parted, but no sound leaves them. you're done for and he's about to cum so deep in you that he knows it'll take. toji slams his hips forward, his balls slapping against your ass as he finally cums. he glances down to see the white ring of your cream at the base of his dick, now watching his own cum drip down. he can see your pussy twitch and he presses meanly on your clit just to watch you practically howl.
"too much." you murmur, eyes opening just slightly to see his face. toji presses a kiss to your lips, licking at them to let himself in. he gives you one more sloppy kiss, relishing in the after of the harsh orgasms the two of you had. "you did so good." he coos, pressing kisses to your tear-stained cheeks. "good fucking girl. c'mon, we'll go home so you can take a bath." you grunt, blinking your eyes completely open to watch his face. he was looking at you differently. softer. maybe you'd like having a stepdaddy after all.
perverted boyfriend toji who would wake up hard against your ass and just stay there, breathing heavy into your hair like a creep, not even trying to hide how bad he wants it. "shit... you smell like sex even when you're sleepin'," he'd say hand sliding down slow to cup your pussy over your panties just to feel the heat.
toji who would feel that tiny hitch and know you’re up, so he waits before hooking one finger under the edge of your panties and tugging them aside slow. spreads your lips with his thumb and middle finger, "look at this greedy little thing already shiny for me."
he then brings it up to his mouth and suck it clean, eyes half-lidded staring at you like you're his personal porn. when he sees your thighs parting, he smirks around his finger because he knows deep down you're just as much of a freak as he is.
toji who would roll you onto your back gentle. he hovers close, nose brushing your folds inhaling deep like he’s high off it, "fuckin’ obsessed with this smell… could sniff this pussy all day."
his tongue drags one long lazy stripe from your hole to your clit, pauses to watch it swell and throb under his stare. he does it again slower, spit mixing with your wetness until it’s all glossy and messy strings connect his lips to you.
toji who would pull back just to spit right on your clit, watches it drip slow down your slit, then smears it around with his thumb in tiny circles that make your breath stutter, "you like?"
toji who would line his cock up while you’re hazy and needy, rubs the fat leaking head through your folds over and over, coating every inch of himself, "feel how fuckin’ hard you make me? that’s all you baby…every time i see this cunt i wanna live inside it." keeps teasing the entrance, tip catching and popping out ‘til you’re whining. finally sinks in inch by inch, groaning low and filthy the whole slide.
"tight… so fuckin’ tight… gonna stay buried here ‘til i can’t think straight." you gasp, nails digging into his shoulders, body arching to take him deeper.
toji who would rock slow once he’s balls-deep, just filthy little grinds so his pubes drag over your clit every circle.
"gonna keep you drippin’ my cum all day, want you walkin’ around feelin’ me leak outta this hole. my nasty little cumdump." he kisses you sloppy tasting himself on you again. you kiss back just as messy, moaning into his mouth, thighs squeezing his hips like you never want him to pull out.
toji who would pull out right at the edge, jerks himself fast over your stomach watching thick ropes splatter hot across your skin. smears it in with his palm rubbing circles like it’s lotion while you pant under him, "there marked you up nice. don’t wash it off ‘til i say, kayy?"
toji who would flop down beside you still half-hard, hand sliding right back between your legs to pet your messy swollen pussy, fingers idly circling your clit just to keep you sensitive. you sigh shaky, legs falling open wider for him, turning your face into his neck while he keeps lazily playing with your cumslick folds like he’s got nowhere else to be.
do excuse me if this is a little all over the place, I'm writing this while I'm half asleep and my bed is very cold
Toji didn't bother closing the door anymore when he showered. There was no point because you would just waltz in and stare anyway.
The only barrier he had between you both was the steam coming from the water, which was usually cranked up to the maximum heat available in your cheap little apartment you shared
A soothing balm for Toji's ageing body, you liked to joke.
Of course, your perverted nature didn't have its days off. This time was no different. Once you heard the shower run, you bolted to the bathroom — claiming to have just been 'passing by' as usual.
The fogged-up glass didn't do much to hide Toji's body, thankfully. There he was in all his naked glory, broad shoulders flexed as his large hands cleaned himself off of all unnecessary stress you caused him.
Toji's stature had always been a marvel, in both height and sturdiness — not to mention that cock he kept tucked away down below.
But his pecs, God. They were a different story entirely. Age had done wonders on your big ol' boyfriend, softening up his chest until the sturdy slabs of meat rounded into something more plush — something you just loved to sink your fingers into and suck against.
You eyed him hungrily — taking in the way Toji's chest seemed to bounce with each of his deliberate movements. He knew you were watching, darkened nipples having pebbled into stiff peaks you so desperately wanted to flick.
It wasn't long before Toji had to begin soaping up, grumbling under his breath that you were nothing short of being that a perverted nuisance in his life as he squirted your expensive body wash into his hand.
"Yes, yeees," you mumbled to yourself, ignoring his exasperated complaints. "Juuust like that."
"Tch. Enjoying the view?" His voice called out, jaded eyes on you as you nodded without hesitation. Without shame. Then, you swallowed and walked in, fully claiming your rightful place by the shower.
You didn't get in — not yet, anyway.
Toji grunted, rough and half-amused as you watched him slide his hot palms over his chest in practised circles. The soap foamed beneath his thorough fingers, bubbly trails mixing with the water that made its way home on the dip of his softening v-line.
"Wow," you let out a breathless chuckle, cunt already aching beneath your underwear. "You suuure know how to work them tits."
"What did I say about calling them 'tits'?" Toji seemed to almost bark, head snapping your way. You could only flash him a coy grin, seeing as though the corner of his scarred mouth twitched when he dragged a fat thumb over his nipple anyway in the midst of his growing arousal.
Hah. Who's the pervert now, old man?
But all of a sudden, eyeing Toji's chest didn't quite seem like enough for your greedy self.
That's why you licked at the inside of your cheek, eyes dragging down until you were ogling at the way your boyfriend's cock was beginning to curve upwards, chubbing up the longer you gave his nude body your undivided attention.
". . . Move your hand lower, please?"
"You're unbelievable. So greedy—"
Yet Toji moved his hand down anyway, rinsing it clean of any of your body wash before he wrapped it around the base of his stiffening cock. "Like this? Or are you not satisfied with me, brat?"
"C'mon, 'ji. Squeeze it a little," you goaded, absolute greed in your eyes. "Make that cock leak for me."
Toji's head fell back, the man beginning to masturbate in the shower when really he should have been focusing on that stiffness in his lower back.
You watched eagerly as he swiped over his plump tip before thumbing at his slit before bucking his hips with a wet squelch. Ass clenching into two blocky cheeks too, mind you.
"Look at that. The big, bad Fushiguro jerking off 'cus his little girlfriend wanted a show."
"Pah. Keep running that mouth of yours, and you'll find yourself with— mmh, more than just soap in there," Toji threatened shakily, still fucking his fist like it was a makeshift pussy.
And at that, you began peeling off your own clothes — dead set on making the mixture of soap and cum indistinguishable from each other.
"Is that a threat or a promise, 'ji?"
"Fuck around and find out."
Psst fricks , you said that last line in an ask, and I just had to include it x
Toji ‘I’ll fuck you how I want when I want because I’m old enough to be your father’ Fushiguro.
cw: 18+ mdni, heavy dub-con, degradation, age gap (25 year old reader, 45 year old Toji), extreme humping, cum play, mean!Toji
Toji doesn’t like you.
You two knew each other through Shiu one way or another. And Toji immediately didn’t like you. Didn’t like that you were hanging around older men, didn’t like your laugh, didn’t like how you looked at him either such pretty whiskey brown colored doe eyes, the way you tilted your head when you were confused, how you so beautifully attentively listened and understood, and didn’t like your accidental touch that made his dick harder than it should’ve been as if he’s a fucking teenager again.
You made him feel strange. So the only thing to do was avoid you like the plague.
Very heard thing to do when you and Shiu are also close. And Shiu invited you to Tojis place to hang out but got an emergency call which caused him to leave. That was the huge sign to get out of there then. But Shiu, that idiot, suggested you two hang out. Leaving you two sitting at opposite ends of the couch. Everytime you tried to spark up conversation you’d only get a grunt or grumble in response. You pulled at your shorts that hugged yout ass too perfectly Toji had to squeeze his eyes shut, fiddling with anything you could get your hands on.
You cleared your throat, finally building the courage to look over to the large man beside you, leaned back on the couch. His head resting in his hand on the arm rest, flexing unconsciously, manspreading without a care in the world. “Do you… hate me?”
He only shifts a little, finding it unnecessary to even glance your way, scratching the slight stubble at his chin, “Yeah, probably.”
That didn’t stop him getting you on all fours on the carpet, rolling his pelvis into yours with a filthy ‘smack!’ over and over.
“Is this what you always do, huh? Fuck— Seduce old men in this little ass shorts.”
You mewl a long, ‘noooo’ letting him rock your own hips against his. The sound of fabric the only thing keeping you two of you part. He scuffs, jaw tightening as you feel his pulsing member through his sweatpants.
“Fuckin liar, know you’re fucking soakin down there want me t’ give you all ‘f my cock.”
You hiccup, head bopping up and down as a reply, your fingers reaching behind you to reach Tojis calloused hands that have a vice on your waist, “Wait- wait-“
“Shut. Up.” He grits, hooking a finger into the loop of your shorts and yanking them down in one swift motion, pretty round fat of your ass sends chills down the older man’s spine. Gripping the bare ass and guiding his flushed cock through your cheeks.
He lowly snickers, slowly thrusting his length, wetting your ass and back with pre. Guiding you back against him, “Fuck, who’d be thought you’d look pretty just like this, huh? Nngh- A young thing like you being used like a fuckin flesh light, you like this shit?”
You groan, each harsh motion of you two so sleazy grinding against each other for more friction. Wanting More, more, more every time you shimmy your plump ass against Toji.
“Put it in Toj! Anngh! Want it inside! Mm put it in!”
His heavy calloused hand comes down on your ass, rubbing his brash cockhead against your puckered hole sliding it down the crevice of your ass. “Tch- Greedy fuckin slut. Could get your ass pregnant right fuvkin now if I wanted.” He slaps his mushroom tip against your slobbering mess of a cunt, your hole fluttering for something to grab onto. He snidely laughs, “Lucky ‘m the one who’s got sense right? Old enough to be your god damn father, practically beggin me for a fuckin baby.”
Toji grips your hips hard enough to bruise, the ‘clap, clap, clap’ of your thighs smacking against each other with every swing of his hips. Pulsing red shaft running through your mushy folds, syrupy fluids dripping and squealching with every sloppy thrust.
Your breath hitches, whine out a moan as your back arches, “Fuck, m gonna cum, shit Toji!—“
“Can practically feel that shit,” he growls, laying a hand on the small of yout back, fixing your arch and making you feel every veiny inch of his cock against your gummy pussy. He drawls out like he’s uninterested, but he can’t help but watch yout every move, “Come on mama, do your fuckin worst.”
Your body trembles, struggling to hold yourself up on your forearms as your dripping wet walls spasm around nothing. Your pretty face all screwed up as you let out a porno graphic moan, letting Toji rut through your ass cheeks, squeezing them together and groaning in pleasure as his milky white cum hit the fat of your ass. Making sure you’re fucking soaked from your back to your thighs. Disgusting.
And like some holy grail, you shimmy your ass again as you come down from your eyes, those pretty glossy brown eyes looking back into his, “Can we- hah- one more time Toji?” That damn head tilt, Please?”
“Fuck,” he pants, chiseled and scarred chest rising and falling as he stares down at your filthy state. He can feel his dick starting to rise again, he snarls, another smack to your ass, “You’re so god damn annoying. Needy little shit.”
Groping your flesh in his hands, he murmurs to himself, cock throbbing for more, “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”
a/n: im sorry in advance. I know I’m weird. And also sure you could get pregnant this way too. Ignore the logistics. What did Monaleo say? We not humping!!😭
Sukuna and Choso are your roomies and they do not understand the word privacy! constantly just walking in while you're taking a shower, taking over your bed - If they're gonna be that way, you could at least get backshots, but no! They'd rather play Mario Kart and manspread with you on the couch. Sukuna keeps throwing you off rainbow road, (rude!) which leads to your own revenge - cucking him.
pairings - choso x reader x sukuna
warnings- fingering, lots of titty worship, nipple sucking, edging, making Choso whimper, cucking tf outta Kuna in a pink chair lol, petty reader (I luv her) yandere tendencies (both boys) p in v sex, creampie, cum swallowing, ragebaiting kuna -4k
this was a commission for my baby @martianzmars ahhh this is like our fourth one!? I luv u sm!!!
art is from @/679sora on IG
Sukuna and Choso are by far the most annoying roommates a girl could have – constantly in your space, always eating all your favorite snacks, not allowing you any privacy. Shower? They’re standing in the damn bathroom talking to you, thinking you can masturbate in peace? No, they wanna come hang out in your room all the time!
Not just in the apartment either – no, they don’t even let you go anywhere without them, the couple times they have they’ve come to the parties and made sure they were on either side of you, fending off any of the men. Aside from work and classes they’re not in, the two men tag along anywhere – up to and including getting manicures.
It was pretty cute to see them get their nails painted black, and how ticklish they get when they’re getting pedicures – but to have no alone time? To have no girls nights out, no they go to those too, heaven help if a guy maybe tries to talk to you, the two of them make sure anyone who is brave enough to approach is sent off running.
You love having them around, even when the two giant men just take over your entire bed, big ass arms all heavy and weighing you down when you wake up. Maybe you wouldn’t mind that if either of them used their cocks that were pressing on either side of you, but no they just snuggle you closer, leaving you soaking wet and aching, unable to use any of your toys in peace.
Menaces, they’re menaces.
Choso is an adorable menace, a sweetheart – but menace nonetheless. Sukuna was more outspoken with how insane he was, he lived to fuck with you, once he thought it would be funny to hide your dildo collection you’re so proud of. You didn’t talk to him for a week after that, until he groveled and bought you a brand new one for your addition.
Little did you know – Sukuna had it moulded to fit his cock exactly, the thought that you were getting stretched out by his shape made it even sweeter when he heard your soft little whines. When he’d jerk it in his room, groaning and tilting his head against that wall like a pervert.
Sometimes he’d use your panties to cum, he loved when you couldn’t find them and got all upset – he even took your scrunchies because they smell like your shampoo. Okay maybe Sukuna’s a bit obsessed with you, but is Choso much better?
No, he’s not, Choso is just a little sneakier, thinking of fucking you and jerking it when he’s in the shower and you’re talking to him, trying to muffle his moans as he pictures you right on your knees.
Not that you’re aware of any of it.
Even now, they’re smushing you between them on the couch, manspread thighs against your own, you never get any space with these two.
“Hah, i’ll throw your ass right off rainbow fucking road,” Sukuna’s grinning like the psycho he is when he nudges your cart, your cute little Yoshi flying off.
“Ugh, you dick!”
“Sukuna,” Choso sighs and shakes his head. “Stop throwing her off.”
“Stop throwing her off,” you smack him with his mocking tone, getting back onto the road and speeding up. “Hah!”
“Not again!? You’re such a jerk!”
“I’ll avenge you angel,” Sukuna rolls his eyes when Choso runs Sukuna off the road, and his bowser goes flying, you snicker in laughter as Sukuna crashes out.
“Choso, my hero!”
“I’ll come fucking get the both of you,” Sukuna’s locked in, brows lowered – far too close to you now as if the couch isn’t big enough for him, his biceps flexing in a concerning ass way that makes you stop driving. “What brat, ya done?”
“I um…” you blink and focus once more, in time for Choso to lean forward, his elbow resting on your bare thigh so casually.
Casual.
You’re ovulating and losing mario kart!
“Mnh…”
They both look at you and you cover your face in embarrassment, slick dribbling down your inner thighs – you’re always wet around them but today is too fucking much, how many times a day can you change your panties? You could swear they keep coming up missing too.
“You all right angel?” Choso asks softly, tilting his head and looking at you far too closely, hand on your cheek. “You’re warm! Do you have a fever?”
“N-no,” Sukuna scoffs and yanks the remote from your hands, feeling your head for himself.
“You are warm, brat, better not be sick,” he tilts your chin up and smirks. “You lost big time, hah you suck.”
“Ugh!” You shove at him once more. “You suck! I’m fine!”
You three play another round and Sukuna won’t stop knocking you off, sending your car into a tailspin, you get so damn mad at him you toss the remote on the floor. Sukuna snorts when you cross your arms.
“Looking like a little spoiled brat.”
“I am not! You’re just rude!”
“Tch, can’t even lose a game,” you’re so irritated and so horny you can’t think right now, just glaring at the pink haired menace. “Don’t feel bad, I beat you at every single game, don’t I?”
“Sukuna stop,” Choso sets his remote down, wrapping a protective arm and tugging you against him. “Leave her alone, you’re really being a dick over it.”
“I am competitive, she’s the sore loser.”
“You’re not competitive, you’re being an ass,” you snuggle to Choso now and he blushes, your lips against his neck, tickling his skin.
“Thank you Cho,” you murmur, pressing a kiss, he sucks in a breath, hand tightening at your waist, Sukuna glares at the sight, smacking Choso’s hand right off you. “Hey!”
“You’re mad she’s snuggling to me.”
“Hah, right,” Sukuna stands up now, yanking you off Choso like the big brute he is, you kick at him and he smirks, yanking your ankle. “Think ya can hurt me, brat?”
“You’re the biggest brat there is, Ryomen Sukuna!”
“Wow, my full name – really,” you stick your tongue out and Sukuna bars you with his arms on the couch, making your breath catch. Just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean he’s not hot and ruining you with his proximity. “Admit you’re trash at Mario cart and I’ll make you feel real good, won’t have to fuck yourself tonight with your dildo collection.”
“Invasion of privacy! No, I won’t admit I suck,” you smack at his arm and then climb right onto Choso’s lap, he sucks in a breath at the action.
“Oh… Oh! Oh,” he’s gripping your waist with those big hands, dragging your heat against that bulge underneath his pants as you move your hips, his eyes darkening. “Hi.”
You giggle a bit at that, moving again, feeling Sukuna tense behind you. “Hi.”
“Get off his damn lap,” Sukuna turns your face towards him, just to get Choso smacking his hand away this time. “I’ll beat both your asses.”
“No you won’t,” Choso murmurs, turning your face to him now, thumb brushing little circles on your hip, making you even wetter. “I’ll make you feel good without you having to say you ‘suck’ at Mario cart. You don’t suck.”
“I can suck,” you whisper, leaning forward and giggling, Choso moans when you kiss his lips, and everything in your living room shifts.
It’s a desperate kiss once Choso gets a taste of you, moaning into your mouth and working your body against him, sucking in a breath, eyes fluttering shut, sucking your tongue in his mouth and rutting up against you. You whine out at it, you could almost cum from just feeling him, one of his hands entangling in his hair.
“Are you really gonna leave me out?” Sukuna asks, flipping you before you can think, now your back is pressed on Choso’s hard chest, Sukuna is kneeling, his hands pressing against your tits. You’re ovulating so bad they’re full and aching, your nipples sensitive when he brushes his thumbs on them. “You’re needy, huh brat?”
“Not for you and your Mario cart cheating tactics, mnh!” He uses a hand to tug up your shirt, your tits spilling out, earning his moan.
“Don’t want my mouth on them?” You can’t say no, not when Choso’s biting your neck, his fingers slipping up your shorts, making your thighs tremble, back arching for more of Sukuna’s touch. “Answer.”
“I am still mad at you, but I’ll let you do that,” he smirks as if he’ll get to fuck you – little does Sukuna know you take Mario Kart very seriously, and you’re planning on making your giant, pink haired roomie pay. “Mnh!”
Sukuna presses you back against Choso, grabbing your tit and wrapping his lips around the little bud, sucking it into the hot recesses of his mouth, tongue ring clicking against it and earning a soft moan. You move against Choso who whines out in response, cock licking so much sticky pre it’s drizzling against your inner thigh, his finger running over your panties.
“Ngh,” soft moans escape your lips as Sukuna sucks one nipple, the other toyed with by his thumb and forefinger, Choso’s running up and down your slit until you’re dripping wet. “Choso…”
“Even now?” Sukuna scowls and you grin, earning a sharp bite on your tit, leaving glistening teeth marks, you gasp in shock and he grins. “Marked you.”
“Freak,” you grumble, but he’s sucking your other nipple, and your hand finds its way in his pink silky hair, it’s so soft, you tug hard and he grips your tit hard, sucking it in his mouth as Choso toys your clit. “F-fuck… mnh…”
“You’re soaked baby,” Choso whispers, tilting your face to his and kissing you, messy with your tongues dripping saliva. “Like that?”
“Y-yes, ow!” Sukuna bites the fuck out of you again, earning your attention, you yank the fuck out of his hair and make him moan.
“Where’s my attention!?”
“I’m still mad, I already told you,” Sukuna tugs your shorts to the side, seeing how soaking wet you are, panties drenched.
“Already fuck yourself today?”
“Maybe,” he smirks. “Why?”
“Nothing – just that’s my cock.”
“What!?” You shove him hard, he’s chuckling and Choso’s damn near about to bust with how you wiggle. “You did not seriously? Psycho!”
“Bet you loved it,” you did, fuck him. “Could you take it all?”
“No – I mean!? Yep, hah wasn’t that -”
Before you can finish your petty lie, Sukuna’s kissing you, messy and mean with it, tongue ring clicking the roof of your mouth, you’re rocking back and forth, dying for them inside you. If you weren’t such a petty girl, maybe you’d let Sukuna slide his cock inside your cunt, where Choso’s running circles against your slick entrance – but you’re still mad about Mario Kart.
And now he’s making his cock your dildo!?
“You’re batshit insane,” you’re still kissing him though, Choso’s got your clit twitching and Sukuna’s pinching your nipples and rolling them, the simultaneous play is too much to handle. “You c-can’t just… mnh, d-do that.”
“That’s not fair, I wanna make you one,” Choso pouts as he sinks two fingers in your messy, needy cunt, you’re soaking them and quivering, sucking them up so damn easy. “Do you want one of me?”
“I do, stop biting, you dick!” Sukuna’s furious – how dare you give him all the attention when Sukuna is right there, he slips his finger down and Choso pulls his out with a wet pop, sucking on them and moaning.
Fuck he’s hot.
You’re a little lost when you realize Sukuna’s shoving two fingers deep, scissoring them in and out of your hole. “Hah your cunt is already fucked out, you must love my dick stretching your messy cunt out.”
“You w-wish,” your thighs are held up by Choso for Sukuna’s mean fingers to rock in and out of your cunt with loud squelches, your nails press into Choso’s forearms when he grips your tit, squishing it in his hand and rutting that leaky cock right on you. “Close, close… Sukuna!?”
“You thought,” he yanks his fingers out, smirking at the obscene amount dripping, slipping them right in your mouth. “Suck.”
You bob your mouth up and down his knuckles, cheeks all flushed and your eyes dazed, Sukuna moans at the sight, picturing how well you’d suck his cock, as you slip your tongue between those digits. Choso’s already fingering you again, your cheeks hollowed, eyes rolling back.
“I’ll let you cum baby,” he murmurs, Sukuna scoffs – Choso was always trying to ‘please you’ and this was no different, you’re sucking Sukuna’s fingers as his hand grips under your chin, Choso’s fingers making a mess between your thighs as you clamp down. “Go ahead, cum for me.”
“Mmph!” You’re drooling as Sukuna’s fingers go deeper, damn near choking you with them, orgasm making you squirt all over Choso’s lap, drops smacking against Sukuna’s pants, he groans at the sigh.
“Messy lil slut, look at ya, can’t handle a couple fingers?”
“Fuck off, was cummin’ for Choso,” Choso grins, his fingers easing out of your cunt with a messy pop as she keeps spasming, gushing arousal down onto the couch you’re sitting on. “Cho, come on.”
“Come where baby?”
“My room,” you stand and push past Sukuna, whose cock is so hard you can see it pressing out, he winces and has to adjust it when you’re crooking your finger. “You can watch.”
“Watch!? The fuck?”
You drag Choso – dopey grin on his face and all – giggling as you rush him to your room. “Yep.”
“I’m not just gonna watch you…” You’re stripped down right in front of them in moments, and both the boys have open mouths.
Listen, you’ve been waiting to fuck them, and cucking Sukuna seemed apt enough punishment after the shit he was pulling today. Your tits bounce when you turn to Choso, slipping off his shirt and running your fingertips across his tattooed chest, he snatches you up and kisses you, surprising you by how needy he is, you thought he may be shy.
He’s so not shy when he eagerly steps out of his pants, and you see all that white dripping through his boxers. “I am not watching.”
“You sit right there,” you point to your bright pink gaming chair, a big ass flower cushion and a plushy on it, Sukuna’s red eyes narrow – for a moment he does scare you, but not when he throws your plushy and pillow on the ground. “Hey!”
“Fuck off,” he sits in the chair and it creaks under his heavy weight, crossing his arms now. “Well, put on your little show – you’ll beg me to join.”
“You think so?”
“I know it, want all your holes filled,” his eyes drift down the curves of your body, his cock aching so badly he unzips his pants, watching your fucked out little gaze. “Like what you see?”
Who wouldn’t like that thick, veiny cock with the pierced reddened tip? Drooling white as he strokes it in front of you. Your throat goes dry as you consider if you can give him such a punishment, but you smile all mean.
“Admit you cheat at Mario Kart.”
“I don’t you brat!?”
“Then no,” you press Choso down on the bed, he’s tugging his boxers off, his pretty cock smacking his belly button, pre just dripping against that black strip of hair over his cock. “Oh… You’re so ready, aren’t you Choso?”
“Please,” he’s tugging you on him, giving Sukuna a view of your ass, your cunt gliding along Choso’s cock and dripping all over. “Oh pretty…”
He’s got a piercing too, right on his pretty pink tip, you’re running your slit right along it, hands braced on his chest, Choso's mouth wraps around your nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. You’re whining out when he plays with the other, holding them both in his hands as you move.
“Your titties are so pretty,” he whispers, one hand slipping down to your waist, god he’s dreamed of you but not like this – gliding your cunt right on him? He could lift you and slam his cock so deep, but he also wants to let you tease him, edge him till he can’t help himself. “F-fuck… you’re so wet…”
“Rub it in,” Sukuna earns your laugh, peeking over your shoulder and arching so he has a look of your hole from the back. “I’d fuck you right in your ass first.”
“You would not!”
“Sure would, Choso can have your cunt..”
“I’ll take any hole,” you giggle again, kissing your roomie, his lips plush underneath yours, your nails press into his shoulders as his tip bumps your needy clit. “Ah! Choso…”
“Do you l-like it baby?” You nod eagerly, he’s sucking your tits again, dragging you down hard, his cock leaking more pre – so much he worries he did cum, but it’s still thickening against you. “Wanna fill you up with all my cum. Eat it out of you.”
“Mnh,” you’re leaning up now, gliding faster, watching Choso lose it, bruising your waist, his cheeks dusted with pink.
“You really gonna do all this for MARIO KART!? You’re such a petty little annoying brat.”
You glare and turn around, reverse cowgirl right on Choso’s cock, he’s whimpering and Sukuna’s stroking his cock, his lips parted as he takes in your body facing him. “You’re petty! And annoying, you never give me privacy!”
“Neither does he!?” Sukuna stands, his cock so heavy it’s just hanging, dripping on the pink fluffy rug.
“You’re making a mess, Kuna, all over my rug.”
His jaw sets, Choso’s fingers are pressing harder as he drags you up and down, gasping out. “Like you didn’t squirt on me!?”
“Can I put it in please?” Choso’s completely ignoring your spat – how can he think when he’s so close to being able to slide his cock inside your cute, soaking wet hole?
“Y-yes,” you let him lift you and grab his cock, wrapping his hand around the base, tip slipping in your hole. “Mnh!”
“Oh my god,” he drags you down in one stroke – deep inside – so much your tummy bulges for Sukuna to see, he groans at the sight, Choso lifting you and that mess of slick glistening. “You’re so f-fucking wet, god you feel so good.”
Sukuna’s gripping your hair and bending down as you ride Choso’s cock, ass bouncing up and down, nails pressing into his thighs to keep balance, he lifts your ass up and groans, fingers dimpling the plump flesh of your ass. “Making a whole show, aren’t you?”
You take your hand and swipe your thumb over Sukuna’s tip, licking it off and watching him lose it, only to rock on Choso’s cock more, feeling him hit your cervix, making you gasp out desperately. “You’re so deep, mnh!”
“Swear to god,” Sukuna’s stroking his cock when Choso sits up and puts you on all fours, slapping his heavy cock against your ass, you moan and arch, face precariously close to Sukuna’s cock. “Come on, fuck… just lemme…”
“You can jerk off near me,” You gasp out, a broken little moan spilling from your lips as Choso slams right back in, heavy balls kissing your clit, your head falling back. “You’re lucky to even get that.”
“Fuckin’ brat,” Choso’s groaning as you grip him with your gummy walls just fluttering, he can’t even focus on anything but the curve of your ass like this, the way his tip is pressing your cervix, how full his balls are.
Your thighs tremble, hands gripping the blanket, looking back at him all pretty as he splits you open on his cock. “Ch-choso… f-feels so…”
You break off talking when he shoves in hard, pinning you to him and rolling those hips – god Choso could fuck, you didn’t think he couldn’t exactly but you sure didn’t expect that. He slams again harder, pushing your face until your mouth is almost brushing Sukuna’s needy tip, just that has the six foot five man whimpering.
“Fuck… slutty lil brat,” you’d scowl or stick your tongue out but Choso’s hitting it too good, stretching you right out to his shape with messy strokes. Your mouth is open with your gasps, every stroke of Sukuna’s hand on his cock making your tummy clench any more.
“Y-you’re gonna admit you cheat,” you whisper, sucking in a breath when Choso grabs your shoulder and fucks in so deep it hurts. “Ah!”
“Stop fighting,” he whines out when you pulse around him, leaning over you and gripping your chin, turning you to him. “Just cum, lemme feel it milk me.”
Oh fuck.
You kiss him and let him rail you, as Sukuna has to watch the girl he’s jerked off to fuck his roomate – all because he just had to make her mad. He wishes it wasn’t so sexy hearing the skin smacking and your messy cunt squishing with every thrust, already about to bust like a pathetic loser.
“I’m s-sorry, fuck,” he mumbles, you pull back and Choso chuckles, slamming against you again, pushing you to arch more. “All right!? Shit you’re mean.”
“You’re s-sorry, really? Mnh!” He moans and grips your hair, jerking right in front of your face as Choso snaps his hips hard.
“Perfect cunt just gripping me, god jus’ like th-that,” he’s pussy drunk off you, he can’t help but be happy he’s inside and not in your bright pink cuck chair, or jerking it like Sukuna.
Not that he wouldn’t enjoy that too, but he’s been fisting his cock to you since the first day you met.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper now, looking up at Sukuna and moaning, breath tickling the tip of his cock. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes, god just… can I just… cum on your tongue, fuck – I’ll let you win, n-next time just…”
You suppose you’ll take a little pity on him, opening your mouth with your little pink tongue out, letting Sukuna jerk it even closer, strings of puffy cum splattering all over your tongue, your mouth, your chin. It’s fucking filthy having it all over you as your orgasm hits, making you swallow all him up.
“Want me to cum inside your pretty lil hole?” Choso asks, you’re still swallowing Sukuna’s cum when he brushes it on your lips, stroking it so even more oozes from that little slit and decorates your lips.
You nod and arch, your nails now pressing into Sukuna’s thighs, Choso busting deep inside your cunt and all he can get is his tip grazing your damn tongue, he’s so desperate he’s happy for that. He’s groaning as he watches you get filled by Choso’s cum, your fucked out face and your crossed eyes.
“Wanna be inside next,” he mumbles, pulling back and groaning, your nails pressing into the tattoos on his muscled thighs as you tremble.
You’re flooded with Choso’s warmth, coating all your walls as he pulses, thickening even more, tip dragging on your spot over and over, making you both sensitive. “Took all that, so greedy.”
“Mhm,” you whisper, licking Sukuna’s cum off his thumb when he gathers it from your cheek, off your chin, slipping it in your mouth. “You came so much, Choso…”
“What about me you brat!?”
You grin and give him the tiniest kitten flick of your tongue on his tip, watching him jerk from just that. “I’ll maybe forgive you.”
“Maybe? Tch,” Choso pulls out of you with a messy pop, watching all his cum flood out of your hole, pushing it right out and dripping on your blankets.
“Look at all you took,” he plays with the sticky mess, fingering it right back inside and smirking at Sukuna. “I think she likes me more.”
“She does not, she’s just sadistic,” he’d be lying if he didn’t say that turned him on more. He helps you up on your knees, tilting your chin up and kissing his own cum off you, Choso’s kissing up your neck, as you feel him slipping out of you. “Evil little brat. You liked that dildo.”
“Maybe I’ll let you use it on me,” his brows lower as he glares again, Choso snorts against your neck, tugging you closer.
“Use my own dick on you!?”
“Then you can fuck me. If you’re nice.” You turn and straddle Choso again, kissing his mouth, he flicks his tongue and gathers the little bit of Sukuna’s cum off your mouth, moaning.
“Can I at least finger you, or am I still in trouble?” Sukuna pouts kind of cutely, you admit, so you nod, and let him kneel on the bed, fingering Choso’s cum back inside you.
Sukuna won’t knock you off rainbow road again.
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