SYNOPSIS: Toji was more than a fuckbuddy at this point, and he intended to make you finally admit it one way or another
PAIRING: fwb!toji x fem!reader
WC: 4153 words
CW: cheating, fwb, mentioned emotional abuse / toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, mention of ass eating, fingering, hickeys, dirty talk, mentioned dumbification, mentioned rough sex, confessions during sex (?), nipple/breast play, possessive!toji, heavy breeding kink, praise, hair pulling, cream pie, begging
❀ DEE SAYS I've been sitting on this for agessss, so happy to finally post it!!!
♫ — GIRLS NEED LOVE (REMIX) BY SUMMER WALKER
It always started this way - a screaming match with your boyfriend, things thrown or knocked over, tears and curses. Then, as if on cue, it would always end with a “fuck you”, and his departure.
As much as you wanted to leave him, to find someone better, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Each attempt to assert your independence felt hollow when faced with the pervasive loneliness that surfaced in his absence. He had a way of worming his way back in, no matter how steadfast you were that he was out of your life, too good.
The relief of separation would quickly dissipate, replaced by a gnawing anxiety about confronting a future alone. He’d apologise, and kiss, and caress. He’d whisper sweet nothings, promises of marriage and life with each other, vows to never leave again—only for him to be out the door the next weekend.
Both of you were stuck in this vicious cycle, too afraid of being alone to tear away, each of you clinging to the familiarity of pain over the uncertainty of solitude.
What he didn’t know about, however, was the company that you had over whenever he’d storm off, promising to seek comfort in another woman’s arms. Of course, you knew he didn’t have the balls to - he wasn’t that kinda guy, and you appreciated it.
You weren’t so pure of heart.
“He left again?” Toji’s voice was level, almost with the cadence of boredom, and gravelly on the other end of the line.
“Well, hello to you too,” you chuckled, still sniffling a little from your latest argument. Wiping your face with your sleeve, you shuffled around your apartment, putting knocked-over or thrown items back into place.
“What’s the point in niceties? I know what you’re calling me for. Booty call, fuck ya brains out, back home before brunch. Anything else?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you hated it, you’re lying to yourself, you love it but caught yourself smiling regardless.
“Okay, you have a point,” you sighed, throwing yourself back onto your bed with a grunt. “Alcohol would be greatly appreciated, I guess.”
“Rough one?”
You gulped softly, sniffling again before steeling yourself to reply, voice still shaky and weak regardless of your efforts. “He broke my CD player and one of my favourite CDs.”
Unlike his usual self, Toji’s voice was laced with concern as he responded. “Shit, really? Which one?”
Casting your glance to the side, the upturned bookcase - which your CD player had previously been neatly presented on - burned a hole into your carpet.
“All Eyez On Me, my Tupac one. It was in the player when he threw it.” Trying to inject some levity into the situation, you tried to brighten your face and tone as you continued. “But the case wasn’t damaged, thank god! That’s the actual signed part.”
Toji hummed, staying quiet for a second, contemplating. He then kissed his teeth, voice slightly strained.
“Be there in 30.”
—————
“You really didn’t have to, Toji.”
Rolling his eyes, he set the new CD on your bedside table, along with a bottle of liquor. He turned to the bookcase, inspecting it for a second before picking it up from the floor and putting it back into place.
“Fuck off, Y/N. It was like 5, 8 dollars max. I was more surprised I was able to pick one up.”
You watched quietly as he continued to look for any serious damage to the piece of furniture, quickly joining him when he began to scoop your books from the floor. “Still, I appreciate it. It was a thoughtful gesture.”
‘Whatever’ was the only response you received, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence as you pieced together your prized possessions. Books, CDs, pictures, trinkets, and other collected oddities were painstakingly replaced until the only difference was the startlingly bare spot where your CD player usually sat. The two of you looked at it for a minute, some sort of strange communication between each other that was both perfectly understood and unexplainable.
Shaking yourself out of it, you rounded the bed and sat down, opening the bottle. “I can’t be bothered with glasses, so we’ll have to trade spit, unfortunately.”
Scoffing, Toji followed suit and sat down next to you, letting you take a swig before snatching it, skin brushing against yours.
“I’ve eaten your ass, we’re way past trading fuckin’ spit.”
You were thankful Toji had the decency to at least let you swallow your shot before spouting his bullshit, even if you still choked and stared at him in shock-horror. This soon led to the two of you dissolving into laughter, with you leaning your head on Toji. He raised an eyebrow, one of his large arms encircling your waist.
“Getting handsy already? You can’t at least make a guy feel special first?”
“Nah, you’ll live.”
You punctuated your quip with a hungry kiss, hand snaking behind his head to hold him in place and ultimately wiping the cocky smirk off of his face. While momentarily startled, Toji eagerly settled into the embrace, putting the bottle on the floor as you clambered onto his lap, pushing him flat on the bed as you continued to kiss.
Raunchy as usual, Toji was squeezing and moulding your asscheeks, tongue exploring the entirety of your mouth as you tried to assert dominance. It was cute, honestly, and he decided to let you have your way for once.
Your lips parted briefly, just for you to trail rushed kisses along his neck, settling into his nape with a harsh suck. He didn’t reciprocate - you strictly forbade him from marking you up - but fuck, he really wanted to. He wanted to litter you with lovemarks, bites, bruises - anything that was a visible indicator of him claiming you.
“Need you to fuck me good tonight, yeah? I don’t wanna remember anything.”
Under your lips, you felt the warm rumble of Toji laughing, one of his hands pausing their kneading of your ass to thread through your hair, “that’s always the objective; stuff you full until you’re a babbling mess, just how you like.”
You could feel your face heating at his words, at the truth behind them. As much as it pained you to admit, Toji was the best you’d had in… well, ever. He was rough and unrestrained, almost bestial when he fucked you, trapping you against the mattress and pistoning until satisfied. Toji manhandled you with ease, unafraid to push your knees to your chest, flip you over, and pin you down. It was almost objectifying being treated in such a manner, but you weren’t opposed in any way.
“You’re always so vulgar, Toji. You should learn how to romance with your words.”
Scoffing, Toji sat up slightly, looking you up and down with mock disdain. “Words aren’t m’thing. Mouth has better uses anyways.”
Toji had set you off again, blushing and groaning with second-hand embarrassment on top of him. Before you could slither off his lap, his hands clamped down on your cheeks, pinning you into place. You could feel the heat of his palms through your sleep shorts, struggling to suppress a moan as your core brushed his hardening cock.
“Horny lil’ slut like you’d probably fuck my thigh if I gave it to you. No need to pretend you’ve got standards, baby.”
Biting your lip, part of you felt the need to defend your honour. However, considering the fact you’d envisioned that exact scenario before while rubbing yourself raw, it seemed a fruitless endeavour.
“Just hurry up and fuck me.” Scoffing, Toji gave your cheek a chastising pinch before his hands slipped beneath the fabric, the large intrusion stretching your shorts taut and pressing the seat against your already-leaking pussy. You hissed slightly at the sensation, biting your lip so he wouldn’t become even more smug, and yet he still smirked infuriatingly as his lips met your ear.
“Don’t hide now, baby. You know I like hearing how good I make you feel.”
Nodding, you didn’t hold back your next gasp as his hands slid back out, one planted firmly on your thigh and the other slipping your shorts to the side. His finger gave your pussy lips a lewd swipe, collecting juices on the tip for him to eagerly suckle off. Stuck on top, you had nowhere to hide as Toji stared at you intently, tongue dragging along his finger. Luckily for you, his eyes soon flitted to your pussy, licking his lips softly before pressing his thumb firmly into your clit.
“Do you miss me when you’re with him?” he murmured, rubbing circles absentmindedly as his attention returned to you. You didn’t even realise your eyes had shut until they snapped open as you processed his words.
“W-what?”
Chuckling softly, Toji’s free hand gave your thigh a soft squeeze before he spoke again. “I miss you, y’know.” His hand trailed up to your waist, palm spreading warmth as his words brought a cold chill. “I miss this body,” he smirked, giving your nipple a playful flick. “These beautiful tits.” As you gasped, he gave your clit a gentle pinch, delighting in the shiver that overtook your body as you moaned wantonly. “And fuck, I miss this pretty pussy every second I’m not buried in it.”
Your head swam as you tried to take in his words, tried to process them as pleasure ran rampant through your body. But before you could speak, he was already sliding a finger into you.
“You don’t really love him, you’re just comfortable.”
Brows furrowed, you shook your head, eyes lidded as you panted softly. “No, T-Toji you’re w-wrong-”
“Shhh,” his voice was like warm honey, dripping all over your brain, smothering any other thought. All you could think about was Toji, all you could smell was Toji, all you could feel was Toji-
“C’mere, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. It settled on your tongue like a sugar cube as Toji threaded a hand into your hair, gently tugging you down to his eager embrace. His kiss was overwhelming, tongue bullying its way into your mouth as his scar rubbed against your lip. If it were possible, you would assume he was trying to eat you alive, his mouth moving with a never-before-seen hunger against yours. His finger began to pump slowly, agonisingly, his other palm still heavy on the back of your head. Pinning. Suffocating. When he couldn’t bear another second without air, Toji pulled away, panting against your skin as he sloppily kissed your nape. His hand still pinned you, even as your hands pushed at his chest.
“Toji! You know you can’t-”
You yelped quietly as his teeth sank into the skin of your neck, his tongue quickly darting out to soothe the inevitable mark he made. “I don’t care anymore.”
He continued to bite and suck at your neck, littering the length of skin as you whimpered and moaned his name softly. One agonising finger was joined by a second, pumping diligently into you. By the time he finally let go of your head, there was no way you could possibly have covered his marks. You pushed up as little as he would allow, his fingers stilling whilst his free arm now snaked around your waist.
“Are you fucking insane, Toji?!”
He stared at you, deadpan, as if you had just stated the obvious. “Yeah. And I’m sick of sharing. Any other questions?”
Scoffing, he didn’t even give you space to argue, slipping his fingers out and deftly flipping the two of you over. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss, as if your body was a completely separate entity from your mind. You mind wanted to cuss him out, push him off, send him home with his tail between his legs. But your body?
Well, your body craved him like a drug.
“You’re a dog,” you grunted, fingers curling in his hair as he continued to lap hungrily at the marks he’d made. The only response he gave you was a callous chuckle, head dipping down to unashamedly suck at your nipples through your shirt, fabric darkening with saliva.
“Bark.”
You couldn’t help but snort at the monotone retort, smile quickly fading into pleasure as he impatiently tugged your top up, watching in glee as your breasts bounced out. Toji’s breath was warm against your skin, tongue dragging roughly from your under breast to your nipple before his lips wrapped expertly around it. “T-Toj-!”
His fingers tweaked and tugged at your other nipple, ensuring they both got equal attention. You couldn’t even arch your back with how much he was pressing down onto you, so you instead resorted to tugging on his hair and whimpering weakly. His groans vibrated deliciously against your skin, sending shockwaves along your spine. Soon enough, he pulled away, only for his lips to envelop your other nipple, teeth grazing as he tugged slightly harder than before.
“You should be mine, Y/N,” he mumbled, eyes flitting upwards to watch how you threw your head back in ecstasy, shaking slightly from the stimulation. “I’d treat you right.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to hold back your scoff, biting back a smirk as Toji pulled away to lean over you. “You’re a bum, Toji. All you do is steal, lie, and cheat.”
He frowned slightly, chewing on his lip softly as if trying to process… hurt?
“We wouldn’t be so bad, y’know. I may not be a good guy, but I… I could be better. For you.”
Whatever emotions brewing beneath the surface were quickly replaced by a taunting smile; Toji licked his lips hungrily as he tugged down your shorts. You gasped as the cold air of the room hit your bare half, watching as his eyes raked intently over your glistening pussy.
“I’d fuck you good, every night. Keep you warm nd’ full.” His hand trailed to your stomach, pressing gently on it as he began to shimmy out of his pants. “Make sure this pretty pussy is stuffed with so much cum you drip any time you try and do anything.”
You moaned softly when his cock finally sprang free, and he immediately guided the tip to your entrance, rubbing teasingly along your slit.
“I’d work six fucking jobs if it meant coming home and sinking into this perfect pussy,” he murmured, “always so wet, so warm.”
“Toji,” you whimpered, hands cupping his face almost desperately, hips unconsciously rutting against his cockhead, “please, just put it in.”
Humming softly, Toji’s hand left your stomach to brush a few sweaty tendrils from your face, touch almost tender. His voice was low and yet not as rough as usual, his calloused hand cupping your cheek as if it were made out of porcelain.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside? Make you mine?”
Already past the point of no return, you simply nodded shamelessly, something warm twinging in your gut as Toji seemed visibly pleased by your green light. Of course, he didn’t revel in his delight for long, instead lining up his cockhead with your already-pulsating hole. His eyes flitted over your needy expression for a second before his hand returned to your hip, finally pushing his hips forward, his other arm pushing into the mattress next to your head for support.
He watched in wonder as your mouth fell into a pleasured gasp, your pussy sucking inch after inch inside as if it craved him. Moulding together agonisingly slow, becoming one, his head dipped with a soft ‘fuck’ while you tried to accommodate his size. No matter how many times he left your pussy gaped and raw, the first moments were always a stretch with him.
“Gooood girl,” he drawled out, clearly also affected by the stretch of your gummy walls despite his attempts to hide it, “such a f-fucking good girl.”
Biting your quivering lip, you tried to keep yourself calm, appreciating the fact that Toji was waiting for the go-ahead to move. It didn’t hurt, not like the first couple of times, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable experience. Humming softly, he lowered himself until his lips were centimetres from yours, his breath ragged as he melted against you.
“Can I move, sweetheart?” His voice was softer than usual, the warmth within you only building in response.
“Please,” you whimpered, finally releasing your lip and all the emotion you were trying to suppress, “please Toji, before I go fucking insane-”
Your words quickly trailed off into an elongated mewl as Toji pulled out and sank back in, sitting heavy inside you as his lips once again enveloped yours. Starting slow and deep, you could feel every inch stretching you wide and pressing insistently against your G-spot. Trust Toji to find it instantly, devouring your moans hungrily whilst his hips worked their magic. Every thrust felt like a gunshot, forcefully knocking the breath out of you with each knock of his hips against yours.
It wasn’t the wild, unrestrained sex you were used to with Toji, but something even more deep, more intimate. Your whole body had been set alight by the sheer desperation of his movements — the way his hand left your hip to tug gently on your hair; the way his tongue slid into your mouth, claiming each area and swallowing your sounds; the way his body pressed you deep into the mattress but didn’t suffocate you; the way his cock was already pulsing with need.
“I love you,” he rasped against your lips. “Fuck, I love you so much. You’re all I want, Y/N.”
You didn’t process his rushed confession, not with the way he grunted softly in between, not with the way he continued his jackhammered assault of your pussy. All your brain could dare to process was the fire beginning to ravage your body as he stimulated all of your senses.
“Toji-!”
He moaned, low and gravelly. “Fuck, just like that. Keep saying my name, sweetheart.” The hand that had been tugging on your hair now cradled your neck, keeping you intimately intertwined with Toji in a way that you couldn’t escape if you tried. “M’gonna fuck this pussy full of cum, get you pregnant.”
Hands falling around his neck, you helplessly tugged Toji lower until he was flush against your nape, gasping as he hungrily kissed your skin. Turning your head, you nibbled and licked at his lobe, moaning into his ear, “c-close, Toji! Mmmmmfuckk, ngh-! Please!”
“Please, what?” he chuckled, nipping gently at your neck in retaliation, trying to cover the stutter of his hips at your desperate pleas. “Use your words, Y/N.”
Whining in protest, your back arched as Toji picked up his pace, thrusts shallow as you fruitlessly pressed against him. He had you pinned, he had you cornered, fuck, there was no escape-
Toji’s teeth sank into your neck, grounding you with a low groan. As much as he loved it when he rendered you a babbling mess, he needed to hear you say it.
“C’mon Sweetheart, be a good girl for me- ngh, fuck- tell me what you need.”
Drawing what little willpower you had left, you begged him almost pitifully, “Breed me, Toji! Shit, pump me f-full! Wanna be full, wanna be pregnant! Pleasepleaseplease-!”
He didn't answer you, instead stilling with a grunt of relief, cum steadily flowing inside you. Not long after, your own release was triggered, legs shaking and mouth agape as Toji began to slowly fuck both of you through your highs. A lewd squelch accompanied each of his thrusts, and you could already feel his release trickling out of your hole, even as he remained inside you. Never before had you felt so content, so full, as if he had quenched a thirst you didn’t even know you had.
After what felt like an eternity, Toji finally let himself fully slump against you for a second before pulling out and flopping next to you. As both your chests heaved under the soft glow of your lamp, as clarity began to return to your mind, you let your head turn to face him. Toji was already looking at you, looking at you as if you were the world, looking at you as if you were everything. To him, you had already been for a while. But he didn’t need to tell you that, his eyes did.
“Did… did you really mean all of that? Everything you said?”
Licking his lips, nervous, Toji hesitantly nodded. While his mouth ached to fill the silence with excuses or apologies, his mind couldn’t bring itself to focus on anything except the way your body shimmered with sweat in the low light.
“Yeah. I… I meant everything.”
Swallowing softly, you looked at the marks decorating both of you before reaching out, caressing his cheek gently. Unlike his usual self, Toji felt himself lean into the touch almost desperately, like some touch-deprived animal. You were always affectionate, especially after sex, but this? This felt different. Warm. He liked it a lot.
“I… I um… god,” you chuckled nervously, you were never good at these kinda things, “I would like it if you… If you stayed the night, this time. Like, y’know, even after brunch.”
Booty call, fuck ya brains out, back home before brunch.
Your offer hung between the two of you, a stark contrast to the status quo. Different.
“Yeah?” He tried not to sound too hopeful, too happy, but the corner of his scarred mouth itched to break into a smile.
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, an equal mix of bashful and excited. “Yeah. I… I’d really like it if you stayed.”
Unable to keep his cool for any longer, Toji pulled you into his arms, the embrace warm and comforting. You could hear the way his heart pounded, and a small part of you revelled in the fact that he also felt just as emotional as you did, even if his face wouldn’t give his cards away.
Little did you know, you had been Toji’s all way before you had come to terms with it.
“Mmmmm, I guess if I have to.” He barked out a laugh as he felt you hit his chest, no true force behind the blow. He couldn’t give himself away, couldn’t admit that this was everything he’d wanted for ages.
As he rested his head atop yours, inhaling deeply and relishing your scent, everything seemed to fall into place so perfectly. His hand fell to the small of your back, tracing shapes aimlessly as his other arm still wrapped around you tightly. Just as you began to relax into him, perhaps even fall asleep, he spoke again.
“Does that dickhead have keys to your place?”
You froze for a second before shaking your head, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
“No. He still lives with his mom.”
Grimacing, Toji hummed, “Of course he does,” rolling his eyes playfully before smiling that sleazy smile of his at you. “Want me to burn his clothes?”
Scoffing, you couldn’t fight off your smile as you shook your head, leaning against his chest.
“Nah, but you can give them to him in a trash bag when he comes crawling back. That good enough for you?”
Dipping down to kiss your cheek, you felt the warm rumble of his chest before he spoke.
“That’s perfect, sweetheart. I’ll make sure to scare him off for you, yeah?”
Nodding, you let your own fingers draw lazy circles on his neck, noticing how Toji slightly bristled at the action, cock twitching. Smirking to yourself, you couldn’t hide the sultry undertone of your words as you pressed yourself closer to him.
“You’ll have to, I won’t be able to get out of bed anyways once I’m through with you.”
Both Toji and his little Toji perked up at that, and soon you found yourself face-first in the mattress, Toji already above you and angling your hips upwards as his cockhead grazed your already-leaking hole.
“Trust me baby, you won’t leave this bed until I’m sure you’re pregnant.” His hand dragged along the length of your spine before pushing you into a deep arch, smirking that sharp-toothed grin as he watched you clench with need, a tiny whimper falling from your lips.
“M’gonna breed this pussy, and you’re gonna keep it all in like a good girl. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
It didn’t matter if you could, in the end. He’d make sure you were plugged full of cum regardless. Toji was many things, mostly bad, but he kept a promise. By the time he was through with you, you wouldn’t be able to move an inch without his cum dripping out of you.
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SYNOPSIS: Toji was more than a fuckbuddy at this point, and he intended to make you finally admit it one way or another
PAIRING: fwb!toji x fem!reader
WC: 4153 words
CW: cheating, fwb, mentioned emotional abuse / toxic relationship, alcohol consumption, mention of ass eating, fingering, hickeys, dirty talk, mentioned dumbification, mentioned rough sex, confessions during sex (?), nipple/breast play, possessive!toji, heavy breeding kink, praise, hair pulling, cream pie, begging
🌸 DEE SAYS I've been sitting on this for agessss, so happy to finally post it!!!
🎧 — GIRLS NEED LOVE (REMIX) BY SUMMER WALKER
It always started this way - a screaming match with your boyfriend, things thrown or knocked over, tears and curses. Then, as if on cue, it would always end with a “fuck you”, and his departure.
As much as you wanted to leave him, to find someone better, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Each attempt to assert your independence felt hollow when faced with the pervasive loneliness that surfaced in his absence. He had a way of worming his way back in, no matter how steadfast you were that he was out of your life, too good.
The relief of separation would quickly dissipate, replaced by a gnawing anxiety about confronting a future alone. He’d apologise, and kiss, and caress. He’d whisper sweet nothings, promises of marriage and life with each other, vows to never leave again—only for him to be out the door the next weekend.
Both of you were stuck in this vicious cycle, too afraid of being alone to tear away, each of you clinging to the familiarity of pain over the uncertainty of solitude.
What he didn’t know about, however, was the company that you had over whenever he’d storm off, promising to seek comfort in another woman’s arms. Of course, you knew he didn’t have the balls to - he wasn’t that kinda guy, and you appreciated it.
You weren’t so pure of heart.
“He left again?” Toji’s voice was level, almost with the cadence of boredom, and gravelly on the other end of the line.
“Well, hello to you too,” you chuckled, still sniffling a little from your latest argument. Wiping your face with your sleeve, you shuffled around your apartment, putting knocked-over or thrown items back into place.
“What’s the point in niceties? I know what you’re calling me for. Booty call, fuck ya brains out, back home before brunch. Anything else?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, and you hated it, you’re lying to yourself, you love it but caught yourself smiling regardless.
“Okay, you have a point,” you sighed, throwing yourself back onto your bed with a grunt. “Alcohol would be greatly appreciated, I guess.”
“Rough one?”
You gulped softly, sniffling again before steeling yourself to reply, voice still shaky and weak regardless of your efforts. “He broke my CD player and one of my favourite CDs.”
Unlike his usual self, Toji’s voice was laced with concern as he responded. “Shit, really? Which one?”
Casting your glance to the side, the upturned bookcase - which your CD player had previously been neatly presented on - burned a hole into your carpet.
“All Eyez On Me, my Tupac one. It was in the player when he threw it.” Trying to inject some levity into the situation, you tried to brighten your face and tone as you continued. “But the case wasn’t damaged, thank god! That’s the actual signed part.”
Toji hummed, staying quiet for a second, contemplating. He then kissed his teeth, voice slightly strained.
“Be there in 30.”
—————
“You really didn’t have to, Toji.”
Rolling his eyes, he set the new CD on your bedside table, along with a bottle of liquor. He turned to the bookcase, inspecting it for a second before picking it up from the floor and putting it back into place.
“Fuck off, Y/N. It was like 5, 8 dollars max. I was more surprised I was able to pick one up.”
You watched quietly as he continued to look for any serious damage to the piece of furniture, quickly joining him when he began to scoop your books from the floor. “Still, I appreciate it. It was a thoughtful gesture.”
‘Whatever’ was the only response you received, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence as you pieced together your prized possessions. Books, CDs, pictures, trinkets, and other collected oddities were painstakingly replaced until the only difference was the startlingly bare spot where your CD player usually sat. The two of you looked at it for a minute, some sort of strange communication between each other that was both perfectly understood and unexplainable.
Shaking yourself out of it, you rounded the bed and sat down, opening the bottle. “I can’t be bothered with glasses, so we’ll have to trade spit, unfortunately.”
Scoffing, Toji followed suit and sat down next to you, letting you take a swig before snatching it, skin brushing against yours.
“I’ve eaten your ass, we’re way past trading fuckin’ spit.”
You were thankful Toji had the decency to at least let you swallow your shot before spouting his bullshit, even if you still choked and stared at him in shock-horror. This soon led to the two of you dissolving into laughter, with you leaning your head on Toji. He raised an eyebrow, one of his large arms encircling your waist.
“Getting handsy already? You can’t at least make a guy feel special first?”
“Nah, you’ll live.”
You punctuated your quip with a hungry kiss, hand snaking behind his head to hold him in place and ultimately wiping the cocky smirk off of his face. While momentarily startled, Toji eagerly settled into the embrace, putting the bottle on the floor as you clambered onto his lap, pushing him flat on the bed as you continued to kiss.
Raunchy as usual, Toji was squeezing and moulding your asscheeks, tongue exploring the entirety of your mouth as you tried to assert dominance. It was cute, honestly, and he decided to let you have your way for once.
Your lips parted briefly, just for you to trail rushed kisses along his neck, settling into his nape with a harsh suck. He didn’t reciprocate - you strictly forbade him from marking you up - but fuck, he really wanted to. He wanted to litter you with lovemarks, bites, bruises - anything that was a visible indicator of him claiming you.
“Need you to fuck me good tonight, yeah? I don’t wanna remember anything.”
Under your lips, you felt the warm rumble of Toji laughing, one of his hands pausing their kneading of your ass to thread through your hair, “that’s always the objective; stuff you full until you’re a babbling mess, just how you like.”
You could feel your face heating at his words, at the truth behind them. As much as it pained you to admit, Toji was the best you’d had in… well, ever. He was rough and unrestrained, almost bestial when he fucked you, trapping you against the mattress and pistoning until satisfied. Toji manhandled you with ease, unafraid to push your knees to your chest, flip you over, and pin you down. It was almost objectifying being treated in such a manner, but you weren’t opposed in any way.
“You’re always so vulgar, Toji. You should learn how to romance with your words.”
Scoffing, Toji sat up slightly, looking you up and down with mock disdain. “Words aren’t m’thing. Mouth has better uses anyways.”
Toji had set you off again, blushing and groaning with second-hand embarrassment on top of him. Before you could slither off his lap, his hands clamped down on your cheeks, pinning you into place. You could feel the heat of his palms through your sleep shorts, struggling to suppress a moan as your core brushed his hardening cock.
“Horny lil’ slut like you’d probably fuck my thigh if I gave it to you. No need to pretend you’ve got standards, baby.”
Biting your lip, part of you felt the need to defend your honour. However, considering the fact you’d envisioned that exact scenario before while rubbing yourself raw, it seemed a fruitless endeavour.
“Just hurry up and fuck me.” Scoffing, Toji gave your cheek a chastising pinch before his hands slipped beneath the fabric, the large intrusion stretching your shorts taut and pressing the seat against your already-leaking pussy. You hissed slightly at the sensation, biting your lip so he wouldn’t become even more smug, and yet he still smirked infuriatingly as his lips met your ear.
“Don’t hide now, baby. You know I like hearing how good I make you feel.”
Nodding, you didn’t hold back your next gasp as his hands slid back out, one planted firmly on your thigh and the other slipping your shorts to the side. His finger gave your pussy lips a lewd swipe, collecting juices on the tip for him to eagerly suckle off. Stuck on top, you had nowhere to hide as Toji stared at you intently, tongue dragging along his finger. Luckily for you, his eyes soon flitted to your pussy, licking his lips softly before pressing his thumb firmly into your clit.
“Do you miss me when you’re with him?” he murmured, rubbing circles absentmindedly as his attention returned to you. You didn’t even realise your eyes had shut until they snapped open as you processed his words.
“W-what?”
Chuckling softly, Toji’s free hand gave your thigh a soft squeeze before he spoke again. “I miss you, y’know.” His hand trailed up to your waist, palm spreading warmth as his words brought a cold chill. “I miss this body,” he smirked, giving your nipple a playful flick. “These beautiful tits.” As you gasped, he gave your clit a gentle pinch, delighting in the shiver that overtook your body as you moaned wantonly. “And fuck, I miss this pretty pussy every second I’m not buried in it.”
Your head swam as you tried to take in his words, tried to process them as pleasure ran rampant through your body. But before you could speak, he was already sliding a finger into you.
“You don’t really love him, you’re just comfortable.”
Brows furrowed, you shook your head, eyes lidded as you panted softly. “No, T-Toji you’re w-wrong-”
“Shhh,” his voice was like warm honey, dripping all over your brain, smothering any other thought. All you could think about was Toji, all you could smell was Toji, all you could feel was Toji-
“C’mere, sweetheart.” Sweetheart. It settled on your tongue like a sugar cube as Toji threaded a hand into your hair, gently tugging you down to his eager embrace. His kiss was overwhelming, tongue bullying its way into your mouth as his scar rubbed against your lip. If it were possible, you would assume he was trying to eat you alive, his mouth moving with a never-before-seen hunger against yours. His finger began to pump slowly, agonisingly, his other palm still heavy on the back of your head. Pinning. Suffocating. When he couldn’t bear another second without air, Toji pulled away, panting against your skin as he sloppily kissed your nape. His hand still pinned you, even as your hands pushed at his chest.
“Toji! You know you can’t-”
You yelped quietly as his teeth sank into the skin of your neck, his tongue quickly darting out to soothe the inevitable mark he made. “I don’t care anymore.”
He continued to bite and suck at your neck, littering the length of skin as you whimpered and moaned his name softly. One agonising finger was joined by a second, pumping diligently into you. By the time he finally let go of your head, there was no way you could possibly have covered his marks. You pushed up as little as he would allow, his fingers stilling whilst his free arm now snaked around your waist.
“Are you fucking insane, Toji?!”
He stared at you, deadpan, as if you had just stated the obvious. “Yeah. And I’m sick of sharing. Any other questions?”
Scoffing, he didn’t even give you space to argue, slipping his fingers out and deftly flipping the two of you over. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but whine at the loss, as if your body was a completely separate entity from your mind. You mind wanted to cuss him out, push him off, send him home with his tail between his legs. But your body?
Well, your body craved him like a drug.
“You’re a dog,” you grunted, fingers curling in his hair as he continued to lap hungrily at the marks he’d made. The only response he gave you was a callous chuckle, head dipping down to unashamedly suck at your nipples through your shirt, fabric darkening with saliva.
“Bark.”
You couldn’t help but snort at the monotone retort, smile quickly fading into pleasure as he impatiently tugged your top up, watching in glee as your breasts bounced out. Toji’s breath was warm against your skin, tongue dragging roughly from your under breast to your nipple before his lips wrapped expertly around it. “T-Toj-!”
His fingers tweaked and tugged at your other nipple, ensuring they both got equal attention. You couldn’t even arch your back with how much he was pressing down onto you, so you instead resorted to tugging on his hair and whimpering weakly. His groans vibrated deliciously against your skin, sending shockwaves along your spine. Soon enough, he pulled away, only for his lips to envelop your other nipple, teeth grazing as he tugged slightly harder than before.
“You should be mine, Y/N,” he mumbled, eyes flitting upwards to watch how you threw your head back in ecstasy, shaking slightly from the stimulation. “I’d treat you right.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to hold back your scoff, biting back a smirk as Toji pulled away to lean over you. “You’re a bum, Toji. All you do is steal, lie, and cheat.”
He frowned slightly, chewing on his lip softly as if trying to process… hurt?
“We wouldn’t be so bad, y’know. I may not be a good guy, but I… I could be better. For you.”
Whatever emotions brewing beneath the surface were quickly replaced by a taunting smile; Toji licked his lips hungrily as he tugged down your shorts. You gasped as the cold air of the room hit your bare half, watching as his eyes raked intently over your glistening pussy.
“I’d fuck you good, every night. Keep you warm nd’ full.” His hand trailed to your stomach, pressing gently on it as he began to shimmy out of his pants. “Make sure this pretty pussy is stuffed with so much cum you drip any time you try and do anything.”
You moaned softly when his cock finally sprang free, and he immediately guided the tip to your entrance, rubbing teasingly along your slit.
“I’d work six fucking jobs if it meant coming home and sinking into this perfect pussy,” he murmured, “always so wet, so warm.”
“Toji,” you whimpered, hands cupping his face almost desperately, hips unconsciously rutting against his cockhead, “please, just put it in.”
Humming softly, Toji’s hand left your stomach to brush a few sweaty tendrils from your face, touch almost tender. His voice was low and yet not as rough as usual, his calloused hand cupping your cheek as if it were made out of porcelain.
“You gonna be a good girl and let me cum inside? Make you mine?”
Already past the point of no return, you simply nodded shamelessly, something warm twinging in your gut as Toji seemed visibly pleased by your green light. Of course, he didn’t revel in his delight for long, instead lining up his cockhead with your already-pulsating hole. His eyes flitted over your needy expression for a second before his hand returned to your hip, finally pushing his hips forward, his other arm pushing into the mattress next to your head for support.
He watched in wonder as your mouth fell into a pleasured gasp, your pussy sucking inch after inch inside as if it craved him. Moulding together agonisingly slow, becoming one, his head dipped with a soft ‘fuck’ while you tried to accommodate his size. No matter how many times he left your pussy gaped and raw, the first moments were always a stretch with him.
“Gooood girl,” he drawled out, clearly also affected by the stretch of your gummy walls despite his attempts to hide it, “such a f-fucking good girl.”
Biting your quivering lip, you tried to keep yourself calm, appreciating the fact that Toji was waiting for the go-ahead to move. It didn’t hurt, not like the first couple of times, but it still wasn’t the most comfortable experience. Humming softly, he lowered himself until his lips were centimetres from yours, his breath ragged as he melted against you.
“Can I move, sweetheart?” His voice was softer than usual, the warmth within you only building in response.
“Please,” you whimpered, finally releasing your lip and all the emotion you were trying to suppress, “please Toji, before I go fucking insane-”
Your words quickly trailed off into an elongated mewl as Toji pulled out and sank back in, sitting heavy inside you as his lips once again enveloped yours. Starting slow and deep, you could feel every inch stretching you wide and pressing insistently against your G-spot. Trust Toji to find it instantly, devouring your moans hungrily whilst his hips worked their magic. Every thrust felt like a gunshot, forcefully knocking the breath out of you with each knock of his hips against yours.
It wasn’t the wild, unrestrained sex you were used to with Toji, but something even more deep, more intimate. Your whole body had been set alight by the sheer desperation of his movements — the way his hand left your hip to tug gently on your hair; the way his tongue slid into your mouth, claiming each area and swallowing your sounds; the way his body pressed you deep into the mattress but didn’t suffocate you; the way his cock was already pulsing with need.
“I love you,” he rasped against your lips. “Fuck, I love you so much. You’re all I want, Y/N.”
You didn’t process his rushed confession, not with the way he grunted softly in between, not with the way he continued his jackhammered assault of your pussy. All your brain could dare to process was the fire beginning to ravage your body as he stimulated all of your senses.
“Toji-!”
He moaned, low and gravelly. “Fuck, just like that. Keep saying my name, sweetheart.” The hand that had been tugging on your hair now cradled your neck, keeping you intimately intertwined with Toji in a way that you couldn’t escape if you tried. “M’gonna fuck this pussy full of cum, get you pregnant.”
Hands falling around his neck, you helplessly tugged Toji lower until he was flush against your nape, gasping as he hungrily kissed your skin. Turning your head, you nibbled and licked at his lobe, moaning into his ear, “c-close, Toji! Mmmmmfuckk, ngh-! Please!”
“Please, what?” he chuckled, nipping gently at your neck in retaliation, trying to cover the stutter of his hips at your desperate pleas. “Use your words, Y/N.”
Whining in protest, your back arched as Toji picked up his pace, thrusts shallow as you fruitlessly pressed against him. He had you pinned, he had you cornered, fuck, there was no escape-
Toji’s teeth sank into your neck, grounding you with a low groan. As much as he loved it when he rendered you a babbling mess, he needed to hear you say it.
“C’mon Sweetheart, be a good girl for me- ngh, fuck- tell me what you need.”
Drawing what little willpower you had left, you begged him almost pitifully, “Breed me, Toji! Shit, pump me f-full! Wanna be full, wanna be pregnant! Pleasepleaseplease-!”
He didn't answer you, instead stilling with a grunt of relief, cum steadily flowing inside you. Not long after, your own release was triggered, legs shaking and mouth agape as Toji began to slowly fuck both of you through your highs. A lewd squelch accompanied each of his thrusts, and you could already feel his release trickling out of your hole, even as he remained inside you. Never before had you felt so content, so full, as if he had quenched a thirst you didn’t even know you had.
After what felt like an eternity, Toji finally let himself fully slump against you for a second before pulling out and flopping next to you. As both your chests heaved under the soft glow of your lamp, as clarity began to return to your mind, you let your head turn to face him. Toji was already looking at you, looking at you as if you were the world, looking at you as if you were everything. To him, you had already been for a while. But he didn’t need to tell you that, his eyes did.
“Did… did you really mean all of that? Everything you said?”
Licking his lips, nervous, Toji hesitantly nodded. While his mouth ached to fill the silence with excuses or apologies, his mind couldn’t bring itself to focus on anything except the way your body shimmered with sweat in the low light.
“Yeah. I… I meant everything.”
Swallowing softly, you looked at the marks decorating both of you before reaching out, caressing his cheek gently. Unlike his usual self, Toji felt himself lean into the touch almost desperately, like some touch-deprived animal. You were always affectionate, especially after sex, but this? This felt different. Warm. He liked it a lot.
“I… I um… god,” you chuckled nervously, you were never good at these kinda things, “I would like it if you… If you stayed the night, this time. Like, y’know, even after brunch.”
Booty call, fuck ya brains out, back home before brunch.
Your offer hung between the two of you, a stark contrast to the status quo. Different.
“Yeah?” He tried not to sound too hopeful, too happy, but the corner of his scarred mouth itched to break into a smile.
Leaning up, you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, an equal mix of bashful and excited. “Yeah. I… I’d really like it if you stayed.”
Unable to keep his cool for any longer, Toji pulled you into his arms, the embrace warm and comforting. You could hear the way his heart pounded, and a small part of you revelled in the fact that he also felt just as emotional as you did, even if his face wouldn’t give his cards away.
Little did you know, you had been Toji’s all way before you had come to terms with it.
“Mmmmm, I guess if I have to.” He barked out a laugh as he felt you hit his chest, no true force behind the blow. He couldn’t give himself away, couldn’t admit that this was everything he’d wanted for ages.
As he rested his head atop yours, inhaling deeply and relishing your scent, everything seemed to fall into place so perfectly. His hand fell to the small of your back, tracing shapes aimlessly as his other arm still wrapped around you tightly. Just as you began to relax into him, perhaps even fall asleep, he spoke again.
“Does that dickhead have keys to your place?”
You froze for a second before shaking your head, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
“No. He still lives with his mom.”
Grimacing, Toji hummed, “Of course he does,” rolling his eyes playfully before smiling that sleazy smile of his at you. “Want me to burn his clothes?”
Scoffing, you couldn’t fight off your smile as you shook your head, leaning against his chest.
“Nah, but you can give them to him in a trash bag when he comes crawling back. That good enough for you?”
Dipping down to kiss your cheek, you felt the warm rumble of his chest before he spoke.
“That’s perfect, sweetheart. I’ll make sure to scare him off for you, yeah?”
Nodding, you let your own fingers draw lazy circles on his neck, noticing how Toji slightly bristled at the action, cock twitching. Smirking to yourself, you couldn’t hide the sultry undertone of your words as you pressed yourself closer to him.
“You’ll have to, I won’t be able to get out of bed anyways once I’m through with you.”
Both Toji and his little Toji perked up at that, and soon you found yourself face-first in the mattress, Toji already above you and angling your hips upwards as his cockhead grazed your already-leaking hole.
“Trust me baby, you won’t leave this bed until I’m sure you’re pregnant.” His hand dragged along the length of your spine before pushing you into a deep arch, smirking that sharp-toothed grin as he watched you clench with need, a tiny whimper falling from your lips.
“M’gonna breed this pussy, and you’re gonna keep it all in like a good girl. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”
It didn’t matter if you could, in the end. He’d make sure you were plugged full of cum regardless. Toji was many things, mostly bad, but he kept a promise. By the time he was through with you, you wouldn’t be able to move an inch without his cum dripping out of you.
hii there, avid reader and fan ,,, but I just feel like I gotta confess this: I just don’t feel that your smut hits like it used to, and to be completely honest, it’s because you tend to write it in the pov of the guy….. PLEASEEE bee mindful of REALISTIC and COMMON female needs slash anatomy‼️
Thanks !! 🧳
I’ve never had sex with a man, only women, hence why I usually write from a male pov. I had an active porn addiction when I was writing better, since I was “studying” it for my writing, so my bad it’s not as realistic.
It probably doesn’t hit like it used to also because I don’t really enjoy writing anymore, especially on this account. You’re welcome to hop over to my anime account desirekento if the stuff on here isn’t hitting.
tags: mostly crack, smut, mentions of firefighters!toji & suguru, errrm ya
w.c: like 1.6k me thinks
a/n: creds to @sweetlandspos for the art, was my inspo heh, all of it, and i mean ALL is absolutely gorgeous and everyone should see it their art bc i said so
firefighter!sukuna who rolls up to the scene in his blaring red truck, alongside his partners, toji and suguru. sirens cutting through the quiet afternoon like a knife through butter. the call comes in about a cat stuck in a tree, and he’s already annoyed, thinking it’s some old lady’s overfed pet too fat to climb down. he hops off the truck, his heavy boots crunching gravel, and spots you standing there, arms crossed, staring up at a gnarled oak with this desperate look on your face. you’re not what he expects—not old, not stuffy, just a woman, bangin’ body, chewing your lip.
“that your cat?” he calls out, voice rough like he’s smoked one too many, and you nod, pointing at a fluffy ball of fur perched way too high for comfort.
“her name’s mochi,” you say, voice shaky but trying to hold it together. “she’s a fucking idiot, but i love her.”
sukuna snorts, already liking the way you talk—straight, no bullshit.
“oh great,” toji mutters, dragging himself out of the passenger side, voice bored already. “we drove all this way for a cat with no brain cells.”
suguru closes the truck door gently behind him, gaze flicking between the tree and you. “leave the pretty girl and her cat alone, fushiguro,” he murmurs, voice honeyed, lips quirking. “looks like she's been through enough. right, sweetheart?”
you roll your eyes, “just get my cat out of the damn tree, will you?”
“tch,” sukuna grumbles, already grabbing the ladder from the truck bed. “i fight fucking fires. not disney princess woodland emergencies.”
“then don’t climb,” toji says, lounging against the front of the truck with all the urgency of a man on break. “just shake the tree a little. i'm sure the fat ass will fall out. boom. problem solved.”
“you’re a dick,” you mutter without looking at him.
suguru laughs, deep and warm. “she’s got you pegged already, man.”
firefighter!sukuna who sizes up the tree, muttering under his breath about how he’s a damn firefighter, not a fucking cat whisperer, but he moves anyway, muscles flexing under his tight black t-shirt as he sets it against the trunk.
“bet you five bucks that thing scratches his face,” toji says, exhaling smoke through his nose.
“ten says it pisses on him,” suguru adds, grinning now. “he’s got the kind of face cats hate.”
firefighter!sukuna who climbs up with this cocky attitude, like he’s done this a thousand times and it’s nothing. the branches scrape at his arms, but he doesn’t flinch, just keeps his eyes on that dumb cat who’s meowing like it’s auditioning for a horror movie.
“c’mere, you little shit,” he grumbles, reaching out, and mochi hisses like he’s the devil himself.
you’re down below, yelling encouragement, “you got this! she’s just scared!”
he shoots you a look, one eyebrow raised, like—‘i put out fires for a living, i can handle a fucking cat.’—but he’s grinning, just a little, because your voice is kinda cute, all worried and soft.
“jeez. a match made in heaven,” suguru calls out lightly. “you’re both loud and stubborn.”
sukuna glares down at him. “you wanna climb the fucking tree? be my fuckin’ guest, geto.”
“nah,” suguru says with a shrug, “i’ve got the better view down here.”
sukuna grunts, continuing to climb.
“if he falls, i’m not catching him,” toji mutters, crossing his arms.
“no one asked you to, old man,” sukuna bites back from the tree.
firefighter!sukuna who finally snags mochi by the scruff, tucking her under his arm like she’s a fat football, and climbs down one-handed, his biceps bulging in a way that makes you stare a little too long. he hands her over, and your fingers brush his—warm, calloused, steady—and you mumble a quick “thank you,” cheeks hot.
mochi’s purring now, the traitor, rubbing her face all over sukuna’s chest like she didn’t just try to claw his eyes out.
“looks like she likes him now,” suguru murmurs, watching mochi curl up against sukuna like she belongs there.
“doubt it. she’s plotting,” toji says. “gonna piss in his boots next chance she gets.”
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t leave right away, leaning against his truck with his arms crossed, watching you cuddle mochi like she’s your whole world.
“she do this a lot?” he asks, jerking his chin at the cat.
you laugh, a little embarrassed, and say, “yeah, she thinks she’s a damn acrobat, but then she gets stuck and cries like a baby.”
he chuckles, low and rough, and it does something to your stomach, makes it flip in a way that’s not just gratitude. “you owe me a coffee or something,” he says, half-joking, but his eyes are locked on yours, sharp and dark, like he’s testing you.
you bite your lip, bold for once, and go, “how about dinner instead? my place. i make a mean stir-fry.”
toji whistles from the passenger window. “damn. he didn’t even have to flex the hose.”
“she's asking you out?” suguru says with a lilt, eyes widening in fake shock. “you didn’t even smile once, man.”
sukuna grunts, ignoring them, but the smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth betrays him.
“remember, she offered dinner, not marriage." toji teases. "don’t scare her off yet.”
“he’s gonna show up with flowers,” suguru adds. “bet you he googles ‘how to act normal on a date’ on the way there.”
“keep talkin’, i’ll torch both your cars,” sukuna mutters.
"yeah, yeah. whatever, romeo." toji retorts.
firefighter!sukuna who looks back at you, still surprised but not mad about it, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “you've got a deal,” he says.
you give him your number, trying not to fumble as he saves it in his phone with a grunt of, “better not be feeding me shitty takeout.”
firefighter!sukuna who shows up at your apartment a couple nights later, out of his uniform but still looking like he could bench press a car. he’s in a black hoodie and jeans that hug his thighs just right, and you’re suddenly hyper aware of how your leggings and oversized tee aren’t exactly glamorous.
“nice place,” he says, glancing around your cozy living room, mochi already weaving between his legs like she’s claimed him.
“traitor,” you mutter at her, and he laughs, kicking off his boots by the door. dinner’s good—steaming plates of stir-fry with just enough spice to make him nod approvingly.
“not bad,” he says between bites, “didn’t think you’d actually cook.”
you roll your eyes, nudging his foot under the table. “what, you thought i’d order take-out and call it a day?”
he grins, all teeth, and says, “wouldn’t have complained, but this is better.”
the way he looks at you across the table, like he’s already thinking about dessert, makes your pulse race.
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t waste time after dinner, helping you clear the plates but crowding your space in the kitchen, his chest brushing your back as he reaches around you to put a dish in the sink.
“thank you…for tonight” he murmurs, voice low, breath hot against your ear.
you turn, trapped between him and the counter, and he’s so close you can smell the faint cedar of his cologne, fittingly mixed with smoke.
“you’re thanking me? you’re the one who climbed a tree for my cat,” you say back, but your voice is shaky, and he notices.
"just doin' my job, sweetheart."
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t ask for permission, just leans in, lips brushing yours like he’s testing the waters. you kiss him back, harder than you mean to, hands fisting in his hoodie as he presses himself closer, all heat and muscle.
“fuck,” he mutters against your mouth, “you’re gonna make me lose my damn mind.”
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t stop at kissing, hands roaming under your shirt, calloused fingers grazing your waist, making you shiver.
“bedroom, please,” you gasp, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, scooping you up like you weigh nothing and carrying you down the hall.
mochi darts out of the way, tail flicking, as sukuna kicks the door shut behind him. he drops you on the bed, eyes dark and hungry, and you’re already tugging at his hoodie, desperate to get it off.
“real eager, huh?” he teases, but his voice is rough. like he’s just as wrecked. the hoodie hits the floor, and holy shit, his body is a fucking masterpiece—broad shoulders, chiseled abs, black ink that only makes him hotter. you’re practically drooling, and he catches it, smirking as he climbs over you.
“like what you see?” he drawls, and you nod, too turned on to be shy.
“good, ‘cause i’m gonna fuck the shit out of you tonight.”
firefighter!sukuna who makes good on that promise, peeling off your leggings and panties in one go, his fingers finding you already wet and ready, practically dripping
“shit, look at you,” he mutters, sliding two fingers inside you, slow and deep, making you moan so loud you’re glad your neighbors aren’t home. he’s not going easy on you, curling his fingers just right, thumb circling your clit until you’re clawing at his shoulders, begging for more.
“use your words, sweetheart,” he says, voice like gravel.
you gasp out, “please, sukuna, just—fuck me already.”
he laughs, low and dirty, and shucks his jeans, his massive cock springing free. you’re almost intimidated, but he’s already nudging at your entrance, teasing you with the tip, rubbing it on your pussy.
“relax for me,” he murmurs, kissing you sloppy and deep as he pushes in, stretching you so good it’s all you can do to grip the sheets and moan his name.
firefighter!sukuna who fucks you like he’s got something to prove, every thrust hard and deliberate, hitting spots you didn’t even know you had. the headboard slams against the wall, and you’re sure mochi’s hiding under the couch by now, but you don’t care because sukuna’s got you pinned, one hand gripping your hip, the other sliding down to rub tight circles on your clit.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, and the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the only thing in the world that matters—makes you clench around him, earning a hissed “shit” from his lips.
you’re loud, too loud, begging him to go harder, faster, and he does, pounding into you until you’re seeing stars, your nails digging into his back.
“that’s it,” he growls, “cum for me, baby, make a mess all over my dick.”
you do, hard, your whole body shaking as he fucks you through it, your walls clamping down repeatedly on him, until he’s groaning too, pulling out at the last second to spill across your stomach, hot and messy.
firefighter!sukuna who doesn’t just roll over and sleep, but grabs a towel from your bathroom, cleaning you up with surprising care for someone who just railed you into next week. he flops back onto the bed, pulling you against his chest, still breathing heavy.
mochi creeps back into the room, little shit using her paws to open the door, jumping onto the bed like nothing happened, curling up against sukuna’s leg.
“looks like i saved your cat twice now,” he says, scratching her behind the ears.
you roll your eyes but snuggle closer, already wondering when he’s coming back.
firefighter!sukuna who leaves in the morning with a kiss that’s too hot for goodbye, promising to text you later.
and when later comes, it's with a picture of him at work.
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