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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 ; Bulking Szn + Toji ; Part 2 | Bulking Szn + Toji

[crumplstiltskin]

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[arqhon]

bulking season + toji ; part 2 !!

toji made himself useful. whatever needed doing, he did it. no questions asked. he fixed, carried, tightened, hauled, showed up whenever you needed him, always eager to do right by you. he felt that it was only fair to return the favor.

you were grateful for the exchange, happy to have a pair of helping hands around the house, and toji was content with being well-fed. a day's worth of work was always worth it if it meant he got to spend the night with his favorite girl.

nights with you were sharing meals and getting to know each other over hearty food and the sweetest treats. and toji loved those nights with you, but he wanted to thank you properly, and he wanted to thank you in a way he knew best.

it was well into bulking season, and toji was all mass and heat. an absolute tank of a man, he could fill the room with just his size, and thanks to your cooking, he was all muscle, broad-backed and built. you created a monster, and unbeknownst to you, he had set a plan into motion.

"why don't you come over and cook dinner at mine?" he says over the phone as he drives home from the gym. "i'll be home in 10, you can show me how to meal prep?"

you hum in thought. you usually cooked dinner at yours then brought it over to toji's, but you never thought to just cook at his.

"are you sure? i wouldn't wanna make a mess in your kitchen."

you hear him chuckle over the phone. "sweetheart, it's fine. a kitchen's made to be used. you're allowed to make a mess in my kitchen."

you could practically hear his wolfish grin.

"okay," you smiled, excited to cook at his place for once, "i'll come over."

toji thinks he could get used to coming home to you. he closes the door behind him, stomach already rumbling because of the buttery smell of your cooking that wafts in the air. he dumps his duffle bag down on the floor, not bothering with putting anything away. his feet lead him straight to you.

"what's for dinner, bub?" he voice comes out rough and lazy, tired from his workout.

you stir a pot, not bothering to turn around, too focused on cooking the meal in front of you, "i thought baked mac and cheese could be easy, and we could add protein? maybe top it with bacon? or buffalo chicken?"

toji hums behind you, the sound deep and pleased. you feel him move closer, the air shifting as his body heat settles against your back. he's nothing but weight and warmth, and your heart stumbles.

he leans over your shoulder, breath brushing the side of your neck as he peers into the pot.

"smells good," he murmurs, voice gone lower, smoother, "you spoil me."

"well, someone's got to feed you." you tease back, hoping that he isn't close enough to feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"and that you do," he chuckled, straightening to his full height. "let me take a shower first, then i'll come help you with dinner."

you nod and give him a small "okay", and the floor creaks as he steps away, humming under his breath as he disappears down the hall, leaving you in the kitchen desperately trying to steady your pulse.

you hear the shower turn on, and you let out a breath you didn't think you were holding. toji had always been touchy with you. he was comfortable being close with you, always sweet and respectful, gentle when he held you, light and calloused when he touched you. but this...this felt different. this felt thick. heavy. something lingered in the air even after he was gone, and it was warm...so impossibly warm.

after a while, you tell yourself you’ve regained control, focusing on the casserole dish, stirring and loading it up, steadying your hands. but then you feel toji's big arms wrap around your middle from behind, and his head drops to rest against your neck. he hums, low and content, hair still damp from his shower. you can feel the weight of him, hear it in the subtle press of his chest. he engulfs you as he watches your hands tremble. you try to keep cooking. he grins, amused, and continues to hold you, squeezing you a little as if to let you know of his presence.

"need any help?" he teased, knowing full well that he's got you, and that his plan was working.

"it's uh- i just, need to put it in the oven and bake it, then we can set some aside for your meal prep and have some for...for dinner." was he still in a towel? when did it get so hard to breathe?

"any plans for dessert?" his breath on your neck and the low rumble of his voice sends chills down your spine.

"i- uhm, i didn't think that far ahead."

toji puts his hand over yours, guiding you to put down the wooden spoon you had in your hand. his other hand moves to your waist, turning you around to face him and to press you against the counter. he's close, so close. and he shadows over you, taking up all the space between you until there's none. he fills your senses. it's all him.

"i have some ideas," he salivates, the hand at your hip tightens for a moment then relaxes, as if he were restraining himself.

you look up at him with pretty doe eyes, and toji's ideas of dessert runs wild.

"wuh-what do you have in mind?" you manage to mumble, heart thumping wild.

you want him to make the move. you've been waiting longer than you had hoped for a moment like this. toji searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation, any sign that you don't want this. he sees none.

slowly, he cups your cheek, thumb grazing across your bottom lip, brows furrowed as he thinks of his next step. you wait with baited breath.

"tell me no," he heaves, fighting with his restraint, "tell me you don't want this."

"i want this, toji," you want so badly to just close the gap between you, "i want you."

he exhales through his nose, jaw clenched, grip tightening, body moving, as if ready to strike.

"i want to kiss you," he admits shamelessly, almost breathless.

"i want you to," you say back with no hesitation.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, voice softer, almost shy.

you let out a desperate command, one that he can't deny.

"kiss me."

in an instant, he lifts you onto the free space on the counter, knocking away anything that could hurt you. he kisses you with fervor, like a man starved. you're happy to keep him well-fed. he's greedy, every kiss of his always asking for more. he moans against your soft lips, his thick fingers fumbling to get your clothes off of you, tossing them away absentmindedly, focused solely on you.

"been wanting this, sweetheart." he huffs. "been wanting to thank you for being so good to me."

after all your clothes are off, he rids himself of the towel wrapped around his waist, and finally, he takes the sight of all of you in. you're gorgeous. perfect. it's all he can think about when he spreads your legs and kneels down. even on his knees, he's still tall enough that his head is above the counter, his breath hot against your already wet cunt. his eyes never leave yours when he pulls your pussy closer to his face, practically drooling, begging for a taste.

"let me thank you, bub," he wraps his arms up around your thighs, holding them tightly in position, making sure your legs stay spread, "let me thank you for being so good to me"

your hands fly to grip his hair as soon as his tongue is on you. he laps at your pussy, devouring it as if it were his last meal. you moan his name, squeal and praise him, and it only encourages him more. he can't get enough of you. you're wet on his tongue, dripping and sweet like honey. he's a messy eater, nose pressed against your clit, shaking his head from side to side, sucking up as much of you as possible, eating you out with desperate ferocity.

"toji...please...i'm so close." you moan, legs threatening to close.

he feels it. he moves his hands to pin your thighs down against the counter, barely using all of his strength to do so.

"come for me, sweetheart. i want you to come on my face. please come for me." he sucks harder, licks faster, eats you out impossibly needier. "make a mess in my kitchen, bub."

you squirt all over his face, legs shaking, his name falling from your lips as he lets out a satisfied groan. he laps up as much as he can, as if he were licking clean a plate, and he kisses your sweet pussy, ever so grateful. you're always so good to him.

"i wanna fuck you," he rasps, standing up to meet your face again, his hands already finding purchase on your hips, "please, can i fuck you?"

you let out a small chuckle, amazed at how utterly insatiable your big man is.

"please fuck me, toji."

he smiles, pussy-drunk and heart-eyed, "yes ma'am."

he folds you, making sure that your legs are over his sturdy, wide shoulders. he grips your waist with his big hands, towering above you as he lays his heavy cock on your stomach.

"you comfortable?" he asks, wanting to know that he hasn't put you into a position that hurts you.

you nod, squirming ever so slightly to readjust and he loosens his grip to let you get comfortable.

"better?"

"better."

he hums in acknowledgement, turning his attention back to his throbbing cock. he takes his time, coating his length with your wetness as he slides it across your folds at an achingly slow pace. he knows he's big, knows that he'll strech you out, knows that he'll fuck you deep.

"gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart," he says, voice almost a growl. "gonna make you feel good, i promise."

you moan his name and whimper, impatient when toji lines his tip at your entrance.

"toji~" you whine, wanting him to fuck you already.

"i know, baby," he teases, "i know you want it. i'll go slow."

"no, not slow toji," you pout, "i want you to fuck me."

toji lets out an amused scoff, "yeah? you want me to fuck you?"

you nod feverishly, "please, toji, please fuck me."

you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him sink into you, his cock filling you up so much that your inhale stutters. toji holds you firmly in place, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips. in this position, he only know notices how much larger he is compared to you, how his full weight presses against you while he thrusts his cock deeper inside you.

"fuck, baby, you're doing so good, taking me so well," he hisses through gritted teeth, your walls tightening impossibly around his cock, "gonna put it all in, yeah? then i'm gonna fuck you good, just like you want."

you whine as he sinks in deeper, thinking that another inch was the last but then being proven wrong. when he finally bottoms out, you're both catching your breath, and toji only takes a second before he pulls almost all the way out just to jackhammer his cock back into you. the impact makes your body jolt, and toji doesn't stop. he fucks you deeper with every thrust, hitting all the right spots, stretching out your gummy walls with his thick cock. every thrust is heavy, hard, and impossibly fast. it has you seeing stars.

he grows dizzier with each thrust. every thought in his mind melts into you. he thinks about fucking you on the table next. then the floor, his bed, any surface. visions of filling you up passes through his mind, images of you bent over while he breeds you good and proper, your pussy fillled with his cum.

he paws at your soft tummy, pressing down on your abdomen with his rough palms while he fucks his cock inside you, grunting with every thrust. he feels you clench tighter around his now throbbing cock, and he just knows.

"you gonna come for me, baby?" he drools, leaning into kiss up your neck. "gonna come on my cock like the good girl that you are?"

"yes! please, toji. i'm so close," you moan shamelessly, "wanna come so bad, toji~"

he groans, excited to make you come. he picks up his pace, fucking you relentlessly, every thrust a promise to turn you into a ruined mess.

"c'mon, baby, i know you're so close. gonna feel so good when you come, i promise," he rambles, unable to contain his thoughts, "want you to be a good girl for me and come, yeah?"

he presses down on your stomach just as he hits an angle that allows him to fuck impossibly deeper into you, and it has you seeing stars. you come with a choked moan, convulsing around his cock and toji chuckles as he tries to hold you steady.

"atta girl, that's it." he praises as he kisses your cheek, still hitting the same spot at his piston pace, "come on my cock, sweetheart. you're doing so good."

tears well in your eyes and toji coos at the sight. his hold on your waist tightens as he feels your body shake and squirm underneath him. he feels himself getting closer, and he fucks you messily, chasing after his own high.

"i'm close, baby," he says, voice almost breaking. "right there, gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna fill you you up so good."

"toji, come inside me, please." you beg, wrapping your legs around him, locking him in place. "come for me, toji. fill me up."

weak-willed, toji does what he's told. his hips stutters when he cums inside you, filling you up with so much cum that you feel impossibly full. your name spills from his lips like a prayer, as if it was worship. you press kisses on his neck as you take all that he gives you, and he doesn't pull out until he's filled you to the last drop. he can't think, focused only on the feeling of your cunt milking him for all that he has. you feel him lower more of his weight on you, slowly he feels himself grow tired. exasperated. one round with you was really all that it takes? toji groans as he pulls out slowly, his cum spilling out in waves while your pussy convulses. you both heave, catching your breath, dizzy with delight from your orgasms.

"thank you," he says low and content, moving to kiss you deep and slow. "thank you for being so good to me."

you smile against his lips, kissing him back with the same lust-filled gratitude.

"thank you for dessert.”

[arqhon]

tags !!

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thank you for showing bulking szn toji sm love !! enjoy the read <33

[arqhon]

ik i've been gone for months,, but i just uploaded pt 2 of bulking szn toji !! go show it some love <33

[arqhon]

bulking season + toji ; part 2 !!

toji made himself useful. whatever needed doing, he did it. no questions asked. he fixed, carried, tightened, hauled, showed up whenever you needed him, always eager to do right by you. he felt that it was only fair to return the favor.

you were grateful for the exchange, happy to have a pair of helping hands around the house, and toji was content with being well-fed. a day's worth of work was always worth it if it meant he got to spend the night with his favorite girl.

nights with you were sharing meals and getting to know each other over hearty food and the sweetest treats. and toji loved those nights with you, but he wanted to thank you properly, and he wanted to thank you in a way he knew best.

it was well into bulking season, and toji was all mass and heat. an absolute tank of a man, he could fill the room with just his size, and thanks to your cooking, he was all muscle, broad-backed and built. you created a monster, and unbeknownst to you, he had set a plan into motion.

"why don't you come over and cook dinner at mine?" he says over the phone as he drives home from the gym. "i'll be home in 10, you can show me how to meal prep?"

you hum in thought. you usually cooked dinner at yours then brought it over to toji's, but you never thought to just cook at his.

"are you sure? i wouldn't wanna make a mess in your kitchen."

you hear him chuckle over the phone. "sweetheart, it's fine. a kitchen's made to be used. you're allowed to make a mess in my kitchen."

you could practically hear his wolfish grin.

"okay," you smiled, excited to cook at his place for once, "i'll come over."

toji thinks he could get used to coming home to you. he closes the door behind him, stomach already rumbling because of the buttery smell of your cooking that wafts in the air. he dumps his duffle bag down on the floor, not bothering with putting anything away. his feet lead him straight to you.

"what's for dinner, bub?" he voice comes out rough and lazy, tired from his workout.

you stir a pot, not bothering to turn around, too focused on cooking the meal in front of you, "i thought baked mac and cheese could be easy, and we could add protein? maybe top it with bacon? or buffalo chicken?"

toji hums behind you, the sound deep and pleased. you feel him move closer, the air shifting as his body heat settles against your back. he's nothing but weight and warmth, and your heart stumbles.

he leans over your shoulder, breath brushing the side of your neck as he peers into the pot.

"smells good," he murmurs, voice gone lower, smoother, "you spoil me."

"well, someone's got to feed you." you tease back, hoping that he isn't close enough to feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

"and that you do," he chuckled, straightening to his full height. "let me take a shower first, then i'll come help you with dinner."

you nod and give him a small "okay", and the floor creaks as he steps away, humming under his breath as he disappears down the hall, leaving you in the kitchen desperately trying to steady your pulse.

you hear the shower turn on, and you let out a breath you didn't think you were holding. toji had always been touchy with you. he was comfortable being close with you, always sweet and respectful, gentle when he held you, light and calloused when he touched you. but this...this felt different. this felt thick. heavy. something lingered in the air even after he was gone, and it was warm...so impossibly warm.

after a while, you tell yourself you’ve regained control, focusing on the casserole dish, stirring and loading it up, steadying your hands. but then you feel toji's big arms wrap around your middle from behind, and his head drops to rest against your neck. he hums, low and content, hair still damp from his shower. you can feel the weight of him, hear it in the subtle press of his chest. he engulfs you as he watches your hands tremble. you try to keep cooking. he grins, amused, and continues to hold you, squeezing you a little as if to let you know of his presence.

"need any help?" he teased, knowing full well that he's got you, and that his plan was working.

"it's uh- i just, need to put it in the oven and bake it, then we can set some aside for your meal prep and have some for...for dinner." was he still in a towel? when did it get so hard to breathe?

"any plans for dessert?" his breath on your neck and the low rumble of his voice sends chills down your spine.

"i- uhm, i didn't think that far ahead."

toji puts his hand over yours, guiding you to put down the wooden spoon you had in your hand. his other hand moves to your waist, turning you around to face him and to press you against the counter. he's close, so close. and he shadows over you, taking up all the space between you until there's none. he fills your senses. it's all him.

"i have some ideas," he salivates, the hand at your hip tightens for a moment then relaxes, as if he were restraining himself.

you look up at him with pretty doe eyes, and toji's ideas of dessert runs wild.

"wuh-what do you have in mind?" you manage to mumble, heart thumping wild.

you want him to make the move. you've been waiting longer than you had hoped for a moment like this. toji searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation, any sign that you don't want this. he sees none.

slowly, he cups your cheek, thumb grazing across your bottom lip, brows furrowed as he thinks of his next step. you wait with baited breath.

"tell me no," he heaves, fighting with his restraint, "tell me you don't want this."

"i want this, toji," you want so badly to just close the gap between you, "i want you."

he exhales through his nose, jaw clenched, grip tightening, body moving, as if ready to strike.

"i want to kiss you," he admits shamelessly, almost breathless.

"i want you to," you say back with no hesitation.

"can i kiss you?" he asks, voice softer, almost shy.

you let out a desperate command, one that he can't deny.

"kiss me."

in an instant, he lifts you onto the free space on the counter, knocking away anything that could hurt you. he kisses you with fervor, like a man starved. you're happy to keep him well-fed. he's greedy, every kiss of his always asking for more. he moans against your soft lips, his thick fingers fumbling to get your clothes off of you, tossing them away absentmindedly, focused solely on you.

"been wanting this, sweetheart." he huffs. "been wanting to thank you for being so good to me."

after all your clothes are off, he rids himself of the towel wrapped around his waist, and finally, he takes the sight of all of you in. you're gorgeous. perfect. it's all he can think about when he spreads your legs and kneels down. even on his knees, he's still tall enough that his head is above the counter, his breath hot against your already wet cunt. his eyes never leave yours when he pulls your pussy closer to his face, practically drooling, begging for a taste.

"let me thank you, bub," he wraps his arms up around your thighs, holding them tightly in position, making sure your legs stay spread, "let me thank you for being so good to me"

your hands fly to grip his hair as soon as his tongue is on you. he laps at your pussy, devouring it as if it were his last meal. you moan his name, squeal and praise him, and it only encourages him more. he can't get enough of you. you're wet on his tongue, dripping and sweet like honey. he's a messy eater, nose pressed against your clit, shaking his head from side to side, sucking up as much of you as possible, eating you out with desperate ferocity.

"toji...please...i'm so close." you moan, legs threatening to close.

he feels it. he moves his hands to pin your thighs down against the counter, barely using all of his strength to do so.

"come for me, sweetheart. i want you to come on my face. please come for me." he sucks harder, licks faster, eats you out impossibly needier. "make a mess in my kitchen, bub."

you squirt all over his face, legs shaking, his name falling from your lips as he lets out a satisfied groan. he laps up as much as he can, as if he were licking clean a plate, and he kisses your sweet pussy, ever so grateful. you're always so good to him.

"i wanna fuck you," he rasps, standing up to meet your face again, his hands already finding purchase on your hips, "please, can i fuck you?"

you let out a small chuckle, amazed at how utterly insatiable your big man is.

"please fuck me, toji."

he smiles, pussy-drunk and heart-eyed, "yes ma'am."

he folds you, making sure that your legs are over his sturdy, wide shoulders. he grips your waist with his big hands, towering above you as he lays his heavy cock on your stomach.

"you comfortable?" he asks, wanting to know that he hasn't put you into a position that hurts you.

you nod, squirming ever so slightly to readjust and he loosens his grip to let you get comfortable.

"better?"

"better."

he hums in acknowledgement, turning his attention back to his throbbing cock. he takes his time, coating his length with your wetness as he slides it across your folds at an achingly slow pace. he knows he's big, knows that he'll strech you out, knows that he'll fuck you deep.

"gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart," he says, voice almost a growl. "gonna make you feel good, i promise."

you moan his name and whimper, impatient when toji lines his tip at your entrance.

"toji~" you whine, wanting him to fuck you already.

"i know, baby," he teases, "i know you want it. i'll go slow."

"no, not slow toji," you pout, "i want you to fuck me."

toji lets out an amused scoff, "yeah? you want me to fuck you?"

you nod feverishly, "please, toji, please fuck me."

you let out a sharp gasp when you feel him sink into you, his cock filling you up so much that your inhale stutters. toji holds you firmly in place, his fingers digging into the plush of your hips. in this position, he only know notices how much larger he is compared to you, how his full weight presses against you while he thrusts his cock deeper inside you.

"fuck, baby, you're doing so good, taking me so well," he hisses through gritted teeth, your walls tightening impossibly around his cock, "gonna put it all in, yeah? then i'm gonna fuck you good, just like you want."

you whine as he sinks in deeper, thinking that another inch was the last but then being proven wrong. when he finally bottoms out, you're both catching your breath, and toji only takes a second before he pulls almost all the way out just to jackhammer his cock back into you. the impact makes your body jolt, and toji doesn't stop. he fucks you deeper with every thrust, hitting all the right spots, stretching out your gummy walls with his thick cock. every thrust is heavy, hard, and impossibly fast. it has you seeing stars.

he grows dizzier with each thrust. every thought in his mind melts into you. he thinks about fucking you on the table next. then the floor, his bed, any surface. visions of filling you up passes through his mind, images of you bent over while he breeds you good and proper, your pussy fillled with his cum.

he paws at your soft tummy, pressing down on your abdomen with his rough palms while he fucks his cock inside you, grunting with every thrust. he feels you clench tighter around his now throbbing cock, and he just knows.

"you gonna come for me, baby?" he drools, leaning into kiss up your neck. "gonna come on my cock like the good girl that you are?"

"yes! please, toji. i'm so close," you moan shamelessly, "wanna come so bad, toji~"

he groans, excited to make you come. he picks up his pace, fucking you relentlessly, every thrust a promise to turn you into a ruined mess.

"c'mon, baby, i know you're so close. gonna feel so good when you come, i promise," he rambles, unable to contain his thoughts, "want you to be a good girl for me and come, yeah?"

he presses down on your stomach just as he hits an angle that allows him to fuck impossibly deeper into you, and it has you seeing stars. you come with a choked moan, convulsing around his cock and toji chuckles as he tries to hold you steady.

"atta girl, that's it." he praises as he kisses your cheek, still hitting the same spot at his piston pace, "come on my cock, sweetheart. you're doing so good."

tears well in your eyes and toji coos at the sight. his hold on your waist tightens as he feels your body shake and squirm underneath him. he feels himself getting closer, and he fucks you messily, chasing after his own high.

"i'm close, baby," he says, voice almost breaking. "right there, gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna fill you you up so good."

"toji, come inside me, please." you beg, wrapping your legs around him, locking him in place. "come for me, toji. fill me up."

weak-willed, toji does what he's told. his hips stutters when he cums inside you, filling you up with so much cum that you feel impossibly full. your name spills from his lips like a prayer, as if it was worship. you press kisses on his neck as you take all that he gives you, and he doesn't pull out until he's filled you to the last drop. he can't think, focused only on the feeling of your cunt milking him for all that he has. you feel him lower more of his weight on you, slowly he feels himself grow tired. exasperated. one round with you was really all that it takes? toji groans as he pulls out slowly, his cum spilling out in waves while your pussy convulses. you both heave, catching your breath, dizzy with delight from your orgasms.

"thank you," he says low and content, moving to kiss you deep and slow. "thank you for being so good to me."

you smile against his lips, kissing him back with the same lust-filled gratitude.

"thank you for dessert.”

[nuronhe]

jjk fic writers if you can hear me... please...

[timelessbibliophile]

i wish you guys could read the amazing fic i haven't written and probably will never write, it's fire

[wolfstarlibrarian]

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[arqhon]

vday fic is slowly being written !! if all goes well,, it'll be queued and posted on the 14th <33

[to00fu]

quick sketch of tjkn college au

[to00fu]

nerdjo

[arqhon]

nanami is so cool,, i wish blonds were real

[saintshigaraki]

i love u robot fucking

[arqhon]

Hi, how are you planning to continue bulking szn with toji? More drabbles? a fic?

I liked it so so much. I wasn’t really into toji in the past, but something changed for me recently. TMI but husband has recently bulked up, and he’s kind of a manly man. and it drives me crazy. I think something clicked for me for toji fics since.

hey hey !! honestly,, i didn't expect bulking szn toji to gain so much traction but i'm so so glad you guys liked it !! i've been thinking abt maybbeee writing a pt 2,, but i've got a couple other fics/ideas in the back burner that i might post first :]]

and yes !! imo toji was made to be written as a big buff blue collar husband so ofc the fics where he's just a man would be the best ones <33

[arqhon]

i haven't properly written for sukuna yet but when i do i hope you know that he's gonna be a big ol' loser who's smitten and quite possibly ooc

[crumplstiltskin]

sukuna: he didn't even help btw