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⏾ — ECLIPSE or YIN. TWENTY-ONE ⟡ SHE/HER ⟡ MULTI-FANDOM WRITER. ⟡ 18+ MINORS DNI. ⏾ — REQUESTS/ASKS: OPEN ⟡ RECENT

✦ ⋆ ࣪. ⇩MASTERLIST⇩ ✦ ⋆ ࣪.

･ ⟢ ⋮ JUJUTSU KAISEN ゛༝.

✉️ F. TOJI

୨ৎ Mirror sex w. Fushiguro

୨ৎ Childhood!friend Fushiguro

୨ৎ Husband!Fushiguro aftercare

୨ৎ A tipsy night with husband!Fushiguro

୨ৎ Clanhead!Fushiguro gets a reality check

୨ৎSleeping with Clanhead!Fushiguro

୨ৎ Boxer!Fushiguro under your care

୨ৎ Cared for by Husband!Fushiguro

୨ৎ Can You Focus?

୨ৎ Striking Neighbor!Toji In His Face

✉️ R. SUKUNA

୨ৎ Soft!Ryomen takes care of you

୨ৎ Rough sex w. Ryomen

✉️ N. KENTO

୨ৎ Brat taming with Nanami

୨ৎ The Lawyer & The Salaryman

✉️ H. HIROMI

୨ৎ The Lawyer & The Salaryman ୨ৎ Widow Meets Lawyer

･ ⟢ ⋮ ATTACK ON TITAN ゛༝.

✉️ A. LEVI

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Toji has you trapped beneath him, arms resting above your head, your back against the wall. One meaty bicep immediately locks onto one of your thighs, pulling your thigh towards your chest. You gulp. Even in person he’s bigger, stronger, huge. Toji’s figure swallows you whole, shielding you away from the moonlight.

Balancing on one foot you hold his shoulders to steady yourself, feeling his cock slide between your folds. You wince, hands sprawled on his chest, almost pushing him away.

“Take it like a good girl f’me, yeah?”

A/n: just something i had in mind 🤭

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Brat taming with Nanami

Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!nanami, sub!reader, slight bdsm dynamic, slight vulgar language, multiple orgasms (you’ve been warned.)

Nanami loosened his tie, rolling up his sleeves in the process of bending you over against his desk. Your chest pressed against the wooden table, both of your hands sprawled out, elbows stabilizing your weight.

A slight tug on the leash sent the collar around your neck to move along with the males firm grip. Thighs pushed apart by his knee between your legs. You felt his breath against your cheek, excitement rose from inside you, purposefully grinding your ass against his thigh.

A firm slap against your ass shot a jolting sensation of pleasure inside you.

“You’re gonna write me a full apology letter. Front and back.”

You look down at the empty sheet of paper and pen in front of you. With trembling hands you managed to grip the pen in the palm of your hand. Nanami’s hand pressed between your inner thigh, his fingers firm but gently caressed your clothed pussy. Your panties were damp. Rocking your hips slightly against his fingers, only to receive another harsh slap on your ass.

Nanami cooed against your ear. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to teach you another lesson. You tried to embarrass him in front of his colleagues, his students. It’s only right for him to tame you as a punishment, whether you liked it or not. Clearly, he knew you weren’t expecting this as a punishment. Usually he’d fuck you stupid, make you swallow his cock whole till you couldn’t breathe. But this time, he calculated the precise steps he’d take to teach you to obey him.

And you were nervous. Trembling shitless like a leaf against his burning touch. You didn’t mean to overstep with the jokes and comments you made about him to his colleagues. The bottom of your lip quivered, tip of the pen leaking ink through the page.

“Start writing.”

A loud yelp escaped from you, hearing a loud buzzing sound from the vibrator that was pressed against your sensitive clit. Your thighs trembled against the desk, eyes rolled back into your skull. With a firm grip Nanami tugged at the leash, signaling for you to start your letter.

“K-Kento-“ You cried out, earning yet another slap across your reddened ass. You were only dressed in your panties, your skirt and shirt had been scattered across the room somewhere.

“The amount of grammatical errors equals a restart. If you cum before finishing your letter, that equals a restart.”

Nanami purposefully pressed the vibrator down on your clit, unbuckling his belt with his other hand. You immediately started writing, feeling yourself closer towards the edge. The heat in your core wouldn’t stop, the shakes in your thighs continued, sweat trickled down your temple.

His fingers looped around the band of your panties, pulling it down to your thighs. The vibrator continued to press firmly against your clit. His cock rubbed against your entrance. Your breath hitched, the wetness of your folds against the tip of his cock. You were gonna cum.

“A-ah! W-wait—“ you moaned. “K-Kento! Fuck!”

Your head was pushed onto the desk, pen and paper flew from your grip hitting the ground in the process. His cock slipped inside you from behind. He planted small kisses onto the nape of your neck, the tightness of your pussy clung onto his cock as he thrusted in and out of you. Slow, deep, brutal thrusts sent your eyes to roll back in your skull.

Fuck the letter.

“Go ahead. Come on my cock, filthy slut.”

Wetness trickled down your thighs. Your pussy continued to milk his cock. You were coming. Thighs clasped together as more liquid ran down your legs.

“Ahh.. There it issss,” He groaned, circling the vibrator around your clit, squirt gushed out your pussy, moans and cries left your lips. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop cumming on his cock. Your walls squeezed and pulsated on his cock. Drool along with your tears dripped down your neck and on your tits. He continued to fuck you stupid, each thrust of his only became more brutal, more rough, more harsh, making you tip over the edge over and over again.

“Gon’ keep fuckin’ you till you finish that letter, baby.”

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Striking Neighbor!Toji In The Face

Contains: 18+ content, switch!toji (if you squint), rough!toji, oral sex, age gap (Toji’s in his 40s, reader in her 20s), no proofread, toji x reader, spit play, degrading, choking, impact play

“T-toji— Mmph! Be quiet,” you could feel him grind his bulge against your wet covered cunt. “M-my parents are home..”

It was a stupid idea to sneak your boyfriend in at three in the morning. Your parents still asleep, the house too quiet, and here you were, pinned up against the wall, face buried into your boyfriend’s shoulder as he held you up, one arm holding you up by your ass, the other palm clutched both of your wrists above your head. The floors creaked, picture frames tilt, heaved breaths and foreheads pressed together.

The scatter of clothes all over your floor, Toji ripped your pajama shorts along with your tank top, too eager, he was starved. He’d been eyeing you all day from his doorstep, watching you purposely bend over to wash the soap off his car, “Alllll most done, Mr Fushiguro.” He could hear the taunt in your voice, spraying water all over your shirt that revealed your breasts. Your parents knew Toji, your dad grew up with the man. Thought it would be a good idea for their daughter to help Toji with whatever housework needed to be done.

“Atta girl,” he whispered, shoving his hardened cock down your throat. “Wouldn’t wan’ to wake your—haaah folks up, do we?” He gripped your hair tight, holding your head down till his cock was deep in your throat. Gagging on his shaft you felt him twitch, tears and snot running down your face, nose buried deep into his pubic hair.

“Gon’ stretch this tight thing—“ he buckled his hips. “Make sure you learned—“ thrusting his hips up once more. “Your lesson next—mmph! time..” He hissed, feeling your teeth graze his shaft. He roughly yanked your head back up, hearing your gasps of breath. Snot and saliva coated your cheeks and chin, mascara smudged underneath your eyes. You were the perfect sight, absolutely stunning to him.

His palm met your cheek with force, hard enough to make you moan in pleasure against the impact. The both of you were on your bed, Toji sat back against the headboard, you straddling his lap. Your hand rose, smacking toji across the face. His cheek turned a pink shade, the stung of the impact made his pulse race, feeling him lean into your touch. Both palms tugged at his hair, making Toji flip and pin you underneath him. A swarm of butterflies stirred inside you while you gazed up at him in the pale glow of the night.

“H-harder.” He breathed against your cheek, palm placed on your neck, tightening his grip. “Fuckin’ hit me harder, baby.” He shuddered. “N-need it— need you.” You raised your palm up, struck his face with intensity. “M-more,” and again— “That’s all—“ and again. “Chu’ got?” The last slap was harder than the previous, sending his head to whip and hit the headboard. A loud thump followed, both of Toji’s cheeks were bruising up, the swell of the tissue turned a crimson shade of red. He could taste blood in his mouth.

Lips clashed with yours, squeezing your hip bone, soft whimpers and mewls escaped past your lips, his palm cupping your cheek, the other squeezed around your neck. You could feel his tongue graze at your teeth, at your gums. Drool trickled down the corners of your lips, tasting metallic. Your body trembled against his, hands shaking against the male’s chest. His cock twitched between your thighs, pre-cum leaking from the tip.

“W-want you—“ he hiccuped, his kisses were so strong, so aggressive and sweet against yours. “Ti’ ride me, doll.” Your hands cupped his cheek, hearing Toji hiss in pain. cock twitched more, hips buckled against yours.

“J-just— just let me feel you,” he pressed his forehead against yours, soft whispers of pleas left his lips. He was begging, actually begging to be touched by you.

“N-need you sooo bad— feels like I’m gonna die without your— haah— touch..”

A/N: loveee toji sooo much! Hope you guys enjoyed this short drabble!

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Soft!Sukuna takes care of you at a party

Contains: 18+ content, no proofread, shy reader, soft sukuna, fluff?, drugs & alcohol involved, reader slightly greens out, angst, bad friendship dynamic, vulgar language (you’ve been warned.)

You never went to a house party before. And here you were, standing outside in the midnight fog, glancing up at the house in front of you. Your friend Shoko wanted you to come with her to this party, constantly over-hyping it up big time. Shoko loved parties, loved the thrill and rush it gave her. You were quite opposite. You hated large crowds, despised alcohol (hell, you never drank before), and hated the idea of how touchy people could get. The only reason you ended up here was because the last time there was a party and you ended up bailing out, you promised her you’d go to the next one.

From outside, you can hear the loud music blasting through the speakers. You glared at the sky and shrugged. You felt stupid putting yourself in this position. “Let’s get this over with.” A sigh left your lips. Earlier that day, Shoko had begged you to only stay for an hour with her and afterwards you’d be free to leave. You were so anxious, not knowing anyone else on campus other than Shoko. You wanted to leave as soon as the clock hit 1am.

Upon entering the house the smell of booze and vomit had hit you immediately, sleeve covering your nose as you kept walking throughout the house, only to be greeted by Shoko.

“I missed you! Where were you!? You’d said you’d come earlier-“ she hiccuped out, both arms thrown around your waist as she pulled you into a hug.

“I got caught up finishing our next assignme-“ Shoko immediately let out a laugh. “You and your assignments! For fucks sake, loosen up a little.” She tugged on your hoodie. “And take this off. It’s a party not a fuckin library, you need to look sexy, not with this nerdy bullshit.” After you had stripped off your jacket, she ruffled your hair a little. You only had on a fitted black long sleeve shirt paired with decent jeans you could find in your closet. You were self conscious. You felt so small here, literally hearing the way your hearts beating out of your chest and the nausea in the back of your throat made your skin crawl with disgust. You wanted to run, to leave.

In the span of the first twenty minutes you arrived, Shoko had taken you to meet people, pressuring you to drink, and splitting half an edible with you. At first, you were hesitant to drink. You hated alcohol but was pressured to chug the unknown liquid that sat in your cup. The taste still lingered in the back of your throat. That anxious feeling lingered there as well. The edible you had split with Shoko you weren’t exactly sure on how strong it was. All you knew was that the second you sat down on the couch, you were handed a bottled water.

“Drink.”

You look up, your eyes met with his crimson irises, noticing the pinkness of his hair, the tattoos on his face and arms.

“You don’t look so good.” He unscrewed the lid for you, pressing it close to your bottom lip. “Drink or you’ll regret it.”

You must already be shit faced drunk because there’s no way a person as gorgeous as him had approached you. Behind all those tattoos and piercings he had, you could see the softness behind those eyes of his. Bringing the bottle more closer towards your lips you chugged, letting out a small cough in between.

“Ah, ah. Drink slowly. Yeah, that’s it. Good” he spoke softly.

You felt your hands tingle a bit as you rested the bottle between your thighs. Your hands trembling, feeling the room spin. You tried your best to calm down, to stay put. Shoko would kill you if you embarrassed her.

“Relax. Breathe. You’re okay, pretty girl.” He sat next to you, his hand placed on your shoulder as he moved you to lean your head back against the couch. “You’ve never been high before, huh?” He glanced at your watch, noticing you had a timer running on it. “Looks like you’re not gonna leave anytime soon. Can’t have you leave feeling like you’re gonna die.” He sighed and shook his head. “Name’s Sukuna. I’ll take care of you.”

After introducing yourself you open your eyes. You felt a little better, more calm, and the tingling in your hands had subsided. Now, you felt the urge to laugh. Something about him was funny but you weren’t quite sure why.

Sukuna heard your small giggles, looking at how your lips had curved into a cute smile. He was here to take care of you, to make sure you experienced a good high. He remembered the first time he greened out. It was horrible.

When he saw you awkwardly standing by yourself while your friend left you to do god knows what- he’d seen how miserable you looked and frightened. It was like a deer caught in headlights, scared to runaway. He could tell the high kicked in quicker than expected with how you constantly flinched at every loud sound around you, and fidgeting with your hands. He felt bad. A pretty little thing like you shouldn’t be treated like shit.

That’s when he then saw you sitting so pretty on the couch he had to take care of you. To protect you from the bullshit you were dealt with. He could tell that your friend didn’t truly care about you at all. The way she up and left you like you were disposed of.

“Thank you, kuna.” Your hands covered your face. You felt like you were floating in mid air, everything around you felt so warm and you couldn’t stop laughing.

The rest of the night Sukuna had taken care of you. From getting you snacks, and water, to him keeping you company through his stupid jokes he’d know you’d laugh at. Hell, he even helped you to the bathroom at one point (guarding outside the door, of course.) He made sure to never leave you alone. Surprisingly you and him played a few rounds of cup pong. For the first time in a while you felt truly happy. Maybe parties weren’t such a bad thing after all.

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Clanhead!Toji gets yelled at

Contains: Fluff, no proofread, clan leader Toji, slight argument, obedient Toji, stern reader, submissive Toji (if you squint).

It’s been a week since you’ve been sick. At first you thought it was a minor cough or cold but soon later turned into a spiraling fever, muscle ache, and chills breaking your body into a cold sweat. Some of the elders came by, offering herbs and traditional medicine that was known to heal the sick. Nothing worked. Your symptoms have gotten worse as time went by. Toji was worried. He declared a meeting (yes a meeting) to seek out help for his wife, sending his servants to find fresh herbs like tumeric, ginseng, anything he could possibly find to heal you. After all, he was the head of the Zenin clan. He grown worried sick about you. Every time an elder or servant rushed out of your shared bedroom he’d stop them to ask “How’s my wife?” The same response he’d received was only “We’re trying our best, Toji-sama.”

Toji was losing patience. He barged into your shared bedroom, glancing at some of the elders that were offering herbs and wrapping pain relief patches onto your skin. He clutched his hands, moon crescents formed on the palm of his hands.

“Leave! Your herbs have done nothing!”

You awoke from the loud yell, body sore and tight, your eyes locked onto Toji’s as the servants along with the elders had ran out of the room, sliding the door shut from behind. You sat up, head throbbing as you pulled Toji down with you onto the futon. Hand gripping onto his ear, pulling him next to you.

“You have no right to yell at them! They were only trying to help!” You shouted back, your tone harsh and cold. You were pissed off. Toji had no right to shout, no right to kick them out. You were sick, irritated, your grip on his ear never so slightly loosened.

“A-ah- baby-“ he hissed in pain, on his knees, leaning his weight on his hands that were placed on either side of your torso. He never heard you so furious, never heard the cold words leave your tongue like a lightening bolt. He was annoyed, furious and confused. You, his pretty wife never known to raise your tone, to shout so loudly at him, never expected you to disagree with his antics. He gulped, your gaze darkened. You tugged onto his ear with your finger, dragging him closer towards you till your face was only an inch away from his. He could feel your breath against his lips. He shifted one hand onto your shoulder, feeing a harsh SMACK! On his hand.

“You will apologize to every elder, every servant whose only job was to help heal your precious wife. Do you understand?”

He scoffed, your grip tightening. The smirk he once had on his face was replaced with a deep scowl. He rolled his eyes, grabbing your hand only for you to twist his ear lobe harshly, hearing a hiss.

“Is that understood, Zenin?”

He grumbled in annoyance, soft mutters left his lips.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes- crystal! Anythin’ f’you, doll.” He groaned. The top of his yukata was loosened slightly, revealing his chest. His cheeks were a soft pink. The annoyed scowl he had on his lips only deepened more. A soft kiss planted on the top of his head.

“Do it quickly, now.”

You made sure to slide the door open, peeking out to see all the servants and elders gathered in the hall. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you watched your husband, making sure he followed your instructions. One by one Toji approached each person, bowing deeply, offering his apologies, and expressing his gratitude for their care in helping his wife rid the sickness that plagued her.

You observed every gesture, every single word that left his lips, making sure nobody was overlooked. Satisfaction had flowed in you, seeing Toji comply, finally acknowledging the hands that nursed his wife back to health.

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Rough sex with Sukuna

contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!sukuna, slight swearing, dirty talk, reader getting fucked silly, running from it, p in v sex, creampie

The music slammed through the house in heavy waves, bass rattling the walls and vibrating straight through your chest. Every beat thudded loud enough to blur thought, lyrics dissolved by into noise, drowned out by laughter and shouts heard downstairs. The whole evening you were teasing Sukuna, lightly brushing his inner thigh with your hand, slightly grinding on his lap. You wanted to provoke him, to see how long he’d put up with your taunts.

And here you were—sprawled underneath Ryomen Sukuna—clothes ripped off, lips clashed together as he fucks you raw and slow. Breath hitched, nails clawing his back, eyes rolling back into your skull.

“F-fuck- kuna-“ you moaned. “Y-you’re gonn’ kill me.”

Sukuna smirked, his slow thrusts soon turned into merciless pounding, lifting your hips up. You could feel the head of his cock kiss your cervix. Every single thrust sent you over the edge, thighs trembling as he continued to brutally rut inside you.

“Take it,” he exhaled. “Take my fuckin’ cock, baby.”

He lazily drew circles with his thumb on the sensitive bud, feeling your pussy pulsate with each thrust. “Fuck- look at that,” he hissed. “She’s milkin’ me—so fuckin’ much.”

You never heard Sukuna utter such words under his breath—balls deep inside your pussy, milky white ring coating his cock. His forehead pressed against yours, one hand gripping your hair tight. He flipped you on your stomach, instantly putting you in a chokehold while he fucked you silly.

“S-so fuckin’ good.”

SLAM!

“Feels so—“

SLAM!

“Fuckin’-“

“K-kuna—“

The suffocating grip on your neck made you see stars, drool dripping on the corners of your lips. Nails clawing the sheets, muffled screams and moans along with the wet sound of your pussy filled the room.

“Don’t you fuckin’ run.”

With a sharp yank Sukuna grabbed your wrists, arms pushed behind your back, head shoved in the mattress. The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the thick air made your head feel foggy, tears threatened to fall from your face. Teeth biting onto the blanket to muffle your loud cries and moans. “Yer’ gonna feel every fuckin’ inch of it,” A harsh slap landed on your reddened ass. “Look at you, fucked all stupid.”

“Pussy’s swallowin’ me whole— fuck-“ Each thrust sent you both towards the edge, cock milking your tight quivering pussy so good. You were so drunk on his cock, ears ringing, heat pooled between your thighs. “Gonna take my fuckin’ cum- gon’ hah! Breed you like the slut you are-“ Sukuna trembled more as he thrusted into you, quickening his pace, cock twitching he pounded against your cervix once more, cumin’ hard. He bucked his hips, sending you over the edge. Squirt and semen gushed out your tight cunt, a cry leaving your throat.

“You really thought I’d let you off that easy?”

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Widow Meets Lawyer

Contains: Slow burn, series, angst, Higuruma Hiromi, Nanami Kento, reader is depressed, sad, emotional rollercoaster, Higuruma x reader, widow!reader, reader has a child, mentions of character death, modern world au

After five years since your husband passed you finally managed to move out of that place you once called home. Your daughter nearing the age of four had the striking resemblance to her father, inheriting both his hazel-colored eyes and blond hair. Not a day goes by where you don’t think about Kento. After the accident in Shibuya, it was too difficult, too painful to move on. You severed ties with everyone you once knew. Seeing the familiar faces you and Kento had once grown close to felt unbearable. A pair of small arms wrapped around your waist, tiny face pressing into your side.

“When can we visit daddy?”

After Kento's death, you’d made it a point to keep him alive in your daughter’s world. Despite her not had the chance to truly know her father or build memories with him herself, you made sure she knew who he was. You told her wonderful stories about the kind of man he had been— his quiet strength, his gentle smile, the way he cared deeply in moments when he didn’t show it in obvious ways.

You wanted her to understand that, although his life was cut short, his love for her had always existed. And somehow, even without fully knowing him, she still loved him. Not just as a story, but as her dad. She cared for him in the only way she could, holding onto pieces of him you shared, carrying his memory in her heart.

You pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, forcing a gentle smile.

"Soon," you whispered. "We'll visit soon."

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The call had come three days ago.

Calm. Professional. Low.

"Mrs. Nanami? My name is Higuruma Hiromi. I handled your husband's estate at the time of his passing. There are a few remaining matters that require your signature."

You felt your stomach drop. Five years of silence, and now this?

-

And here you were, the office building stood too tall for your liking. Your daughter's hand tightened in your palm as you stepped inside, small fingers curling into your coat.

"It's okay," you whispered.

The receptionist led you down a quiet hallway before stopping right outside a half-opened door.

He was already standing when you entered.

Tall. Composed. For a brief moment, something unreadable crossed his expression, not surprise, not pity. Something softer rested on his face once he turned toward you.

"Mrs. Nanami," he greeted, voice low. "Thank you for coming."

You nodded, your daughter immediately hid behind your coat, face pressed into your leg. Higuruma's gaze lowered, slowly so he wouldn't startle her.

"And this must be..." He trailed off gently.

You said her name, he bent down slightly at the waist, just enough to meet her at eye level without invading her space. "It's nice to meet you," he spoke, the faintest warmth radiating in his voice.

Your daughter peeked out from behind your coat, eyes wide. Hazel irises carefully met Higuruma's. She didn't respond. Instead, she continued to bury her face back into you. You felt the slightest bit of embarrassment warm to your neck. "I'm sorry. She's a little shy."

"There's no need to apologize." He replied smoothly, reaching into his briefcase and pulled out a wrapped candy, placing it on the edge of the desk. "In case she decides I'm trustworthy," he said lightly.

He stood again, walking behind his desk to grab a set of documents rested in his hand. "Please, have a seat." He was professional, composed. And yet, when his eyes met yours, you felt it. There was something there that made your breath catch. He wasn't just looking at a client, he was looking at a family your husband had loved.

A/N: Part one of my Higuruma x reader series! Please like, comment, and reblog for more. I hope you guys enjoyed this one!

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HIII OMG UR WORK IS GENUINELY SO GOOD IM IN LOVE!! i was wondering if u cud do like...distracting toji while hes on the phone...yk like making him loose his composure🫣🫣

Aww thank you:) here is the fic! Enjoy.

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Can You Focus?

(Based on this request here)

Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, spit play, impact play, toji x reader, toji loses composure, blowjob, needy!reader, manhandling, size difference, running from it, p in v sex, choking, creampie (you’ve been warned.)

You knew better.

You knew better than to try distracting Toji while he was on the phone— especially when he had that low, business like tone in his voice, the one that meant he was pretending to care soooo much about whatever the person on the other end was saying.

But you were bored.

And he’d been ignoring you for the past ten minutes.

So really, this was his fault.

Toji sat against the couch, an arm slumped lazily over the cushion while his other hand held the phone to his ear. Legs spread wide apart like he owned the room.

Like he owned you.

His brows were slightly drawn, mouth pressed into that flat line like he wanted to sound serious. Focused. Untouchable.

“Yeah,” he muttered into the receiver. “That’s not my problem. Fix it.”

You watched his fingertips comb through his raven hair in annoyance. You eyed his body from head to toe, noticing how his muscles flexed underneath his shirt, his happy trail slightly shown from how low his sweatpants were hanging off his hips.

He lifted a finger without glancing over. One second.

You crossed your arms.

His eyes flickered over.

Just for a second.

“I’m listenin’, princess.”

Liar.

Another minute went by, Toji resumed his phone call. Your arms crossed against your chest, foot lightly tapping on the floor. A small smirk rested on your lips. If he wasn’t going to listen—you’d make him.

You bent down, knees touching the cold floor as you crawled towards his legs that were spread, resting your head playfully on Toji’s thigh, hand shoved down his pants, feeling the warmth of his soft cock slowly harden against the palm of your hand.

A small click of his tongue was enough to make him comb his hand through your hair, tightening his grip, making you look up into his gaze. His cock twitched against your touch. His breath hitched.

The fuck are you doing? He mouthed.

Instead of pulling away, you shamelessly pulled his cock out from his pants, leaning forward and shoving his cock into your mouth. Lips clasped onto his hard, erected member, tongue circling the tip then the shaft, and feeling a tight tug on your scalp.

“Yeah, yeah. M’ listenin” he breathed into the receiver, shoving your head down his cock. Fuck. he mouthed.

You slowly pulled down your shorts, pulling away from Toji before getting on the couch, straddling his hips. Holding the shaft with one hand, you pressed the tip against your entrance.

Toji squeezed your hip.

A warning.

You slowly grind your folds against his tip, leaning in to press a kiss on his cheek before sinking down on his cock. The tightness of your cunt made Toji let out a soft groan. You’ve been waiting for this moment, been waiting weeks for Toji to come home, to stuff your cunt full.

The head of his cock kissed your cervix easily with every small movement. You lifted your hips, dropping back down onto his cock with ease. Small whines left your lips, head tilted back from the immense pleasure you felt. The wetness of your cunt soaked his happy trail, feeling another firm squeeze on your hip.

Bringing your head up to look at Toji— he was struggling. The more you rode him, the more you bucked your hips upwards sent his eyes to roll back in his skull. Curses and groans threatened to spill from his lips. Another soft groan escaped his lips, hand tightening on the phone. He wrapped his palm around your throat, moving his hips to fuck you deep and slow.

“H-haaah.. right,” he moaned. “Mmm, thaaat’s it.”

Toji didn’t pay no mind to his phone call. Hell— he stopped paying attention once you came up to him in the middle of his conversation and laid your head on his thigh with that little mischievous smirk you had on. He couldn’t care less what the person on the other end was saying. His focus was on you, and you only.

“Zenin! Are you even hearin’ me?” That was the last thing you heard until Toji hung up, tossing the phone onto the coffee table with a sharp clatter. He stood up, walking towards the bedroom before plopping you down on the mattress. He stripped his shirt, grabbing you by the nape of your neck before burying your face into the sheets. Your chest pressed against the cold mattress, ass up in the air.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” Both hands pressed firmly on your waist, tip of his cock lined up against your entrance. “Careful. You might not like how I respond.” Squeezing his heavy shaft further into you, leaning his chest forward against your back he breathed against your ear. Lips quirked up into a smirk.

You could feel his cock kiss your sweet cervix with each heavy thrust. Balls deep inside you, legs trembled immensely. Turning your head so your cheek rested against the mattress you look up into his gaze.

“Is that the best chu’ got?”

Oh. The braveness inside you soon shut down. You began to regret challenging him, knowing he’d win.

He’s got you flipped on your back, knees pressed against your chest as he roughly fucks your cunt. Strong hands holding down your thighs. You could feel his cock stretched you out more, you felt him inside you more deeper, more stronger. Lewd moans left your lips, mouth gaped open as he spat his saliva onto your lips, letting the substance drip off your face. He grabbed a fistful of hair with his hand, angrily fucking you into a mating press.

“You got a lot of nerve talkin’ to me like that,” he groaned, slamming his hips harder, the more he moved the more you felt your body being slammed against the mattress roughly. Tongue out, eyes rolled back. He fucked you stupid, cunt squeezing down on his cock. “Gon’ haah— teach this pussy to behave—“ SLAM! “S-shit she’s so wet—“ Toji was trembling against your body. Your cunt felt too good— way too good.

“Fuck baby— it’s like she’s scared of lettin’ me go.”

Your pussy continued to squeeze around Toji’s cock, gentle hands pressed onto his shoulders, giving him a push. “J-ji— t-to much..” you whined, “I-i can’t—“

“N-no, no, don’t run,” With one strong hand he squeezed his palm around your neck, your hands clawed at his wrist squeezing down your pipe line. “Yer gon’ take it till I fuck you stupid. Breed you like the bitch you are.”

You forgotten how many times you already came on his cock. The tightness of his grip around your neck made your vision blur, drool and tears tainted your face. A bunch of babbles continued to fall from your lips along with pleas of mercy. His cock filled you up so good, too good. He was relentless, strong, continued to rut inside you so messily, so aggressive. You couldn’t think straight— fuck— you weren’t sure if you were making sense anymore.

He spat on your face, hand raised to strike you gently against your left cheek. Your head swung towards the right, shaking against his touch as you came again, “Fucked stupid already, huh?” He brought your breast towards his mouth, sucking on the nipple. “S-say you’re a dirty slut for me—“ he smirked. “C-come on— haah—“ he moaned.

“M’ a dirty s-slut for you— Ji!” You babbled. “Y-yer slut— your cum dumpster—“ you whined, nails clawing onto his hips. “N-need it! N-need your cum s-sooo baaad..”

One final thrust sent Toji towards the edge, milky white coated your walls. Heavily breathed against your ear, his grip loosened on your thighs before slowly pulling his cock out from your cunt, watching his cum flow down your ass from your twitching and gaping cunt.

“Still feelin’ brave?”

A/N: had so much fun writing this! Thank you to whoever requested this fun idea <3

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The Lawyer & The Salaryman

contains: 18+ content, MDNI, Nanami x reader, Higuruma x reader, BDSM dynamic, powerplay, choking, spit kink, degradation kink, oral sex, dom!nanami, dom!higuruma, sub!reader (you've been warned.)

"Kneel."

The blindfold covered your eyes in complete darkness. Your clothes were stripped, only leaving your undergarments on. A firm hand pushed your shoulder downwards, dropping you to your knees in obedience. Your breath hitched, feeling the warm calloused fingertips of the large man brush against your neck.

A small whimper escaped from your lips.

"Crawl forward," The male spoke. The sound of another set of footsteps circled around you, feeling another pair of eyes scan all over your body from head to toe. There was someone else here. "What do you think, Higuruma? She still deserves a reward?"

The other male scoffed as he continued to circle around you. Footsteps clanking louder against the wooden floor. He was close, almost too close to you. You could feel the tip of his leather shoe press against the bottom of your chin, tilting your head towards the direction.

"Punishment first."

You whined, head nudging against the male's leg. The scent of faint cigarettes along with the huskiness of the male's cologne filled your nostrils. You started to crawl forward. Both hands on the wooden floor, along with your knees brushed against the cold flooring with each movement. Stopping, you felt a pair of large hands comb through your hair, head nudging against the man's touch. You felt the metallic coldness of his watch graze against your cheek, his scent was calmer, softer than the other males.

"Rules are rules, princess." Nanami placed you in his lap, angling your body to lay against the soft cushion of the couch, back against his chest. His fingers unclasped your bra, throwing the garment on the ground before moving towards your panty and doing the same. You could feel his hard bulge press against your lower back from behind. You gulped, feeling his hands roam across your chest, tongue entering your mouth.

Higuruma sat in front of you, spreading your thighs apart. He eyed the glistening sight of your cunt, seeing a wet trail already leak onto the couch. He clicked his tongue, "The more you talk to her like that, the more she's gon' fuck around, stupid slut."

"Higuruma, be nice. She's been so, so good to us for the past week." Nanami pulled back from your lips, a thin thread of saliva stretched between your mouths. "From the shit she pulled, I disagree." You could feel Higuruma's breath against your clit. Your mouth opened slightly to protest—

SMACK!

Higuruma's fingers smacked against your sensitive clit, another whimper escaped your lips, arching your back. A wave of pleasure and slight sting consumed you, the slight burn against your clit made your cunt pulsate around nothing.

"Filthy sluts don't get to talk."

Higuruma's middle and ring finger rubbed small circles against your clit, Nanami continued to pinch your nipples, coating his tongue onto the corner of your mouth. The male slowly entered his fingers into your cunt, feeling your walls hug around his fingertips. Lewd moans and cries left your lips, feeling your cunt being stretched out by the male's large fingers. He slowly thrusted his middle and ring finger into your core, his other hand pushed your folds back, clasping his lips onto your clit as he continued the slow, deep pace of his fingers hitting the sweet spot.

Nanami untied the blindfold around your eyes, letting the thin fabric fall from your face. Your eyes casted downwards, Higuruma's gaze locked with yours. You could see his tongue lick slow circle against your clit, your cunt continued to pulsate against his touch, heat bubbled in your core, your mouth parted as you leaned against Nanami's broad chest.

The both of them were still in their work attire from head to toe. The scent of their colognes combined made your thighs twitch and stomach flutter. Heat rose to your face, chest rising and falling— almost panting as you felt closer towards the edge.

"H-hiromi— M' gonna come." you babbled out loud, toes curling, back arched. You were close, so close. Higuruma pulled back, his fingers leaving your cunt. Your pussy pulsated again, whimpers left your lips. You were so close. Hips bucked against nothing. The high came down, bottom lip trembled, glossy irises held tears threatening to flow.

"This is your punishment," Higuruma scoffed, "Stupid bitch doesn't deserve to come."

His thick, long calloused fingers entered your cunt again. Nanami reached over, sucking on his middle and ring finger before teasingly rubbing your clit. Nanami smirked, slowly entering his fingers into your cunt.

You were stuffed. The pressure of their fingers combined sent you down a spiral of pleasure. You rocked your hips against their touch, saliva running down your chin. Both of the males continued their slow pace, stretching your cunt.

"P-please make mi' come," You cried, mouth gaped wide as they hit your g-spot. Toes curled, thighs shook from the aggressive buckling of your hips against their thick fingers. "P-please.." You begged once more. Eyes rolled back into your skull, drool coating Nanami's button up. Lewd sounds of skin slapping against their fingers, along with the sound of the wetness of your pussy filled the room. Both men soon quickened their pace, milky white coated their fingertips.

You felt something bubble in your lower abdomen, the pleasure of their fingers continued to kiss the sweet spot inside you. Being sent over the edge made you cry, tears streaming down your cheeks. The need to pee washed over you along with the jolt of an orgasm being built up.

"Come for us, baby."

One more thrust was all it took to make you come. Squirt gushed through their fingers, trickling down your ass, coating Higuruma's mouth, spraying on your chest, and Nanami's sleeve. Nanami pulled his fingertips away, rubbing your clit as another wave of orgasm hit you. Higuruma licked his lips coated with your squirt, Nanami sucked his fingers clean, licking the droplets of squirt across your chest.

"We're not finished."

A/N: hope yall enjoyed reading this fic!! Loveee writing about these two hehe <3

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Brat taming with Nanami

Contains: 18+ content, MDNI, rough sex, squirt, dom!nanami, sub!reader, slight bdsm dynamic, slight vulgar language, multiple orgasms (you’ve been warned.)

Nanami loosened his tie, rolling up his sleeves in the process of bending you over against his desk. Your chest pressed against the wooden table, both of your hands sprawled out, elbows stabilizing your weight.

A slight tug on the leash sent the collar around your neck to move along with the males firm grip. Thighs pushed apart by his knee between your legs. You felt his breath against your cheek, excitement rose from inside you, purposefully grinding your ass against his thigh.

A firm slap against your ass shot a jolting sensation of pleasure inside you.

“You’re gonna write me a full apology letter. Front and back.”

You look down at the empty sheet of paper and pen in front of you. With trembling hands you managed to grip the pen in the palm of your hand. Nanami’s hand pressed between your inner thigh, his fingers firm but gently caressed your clothed pussy. Your panties were damp. Rocking your hips slightly against his fingers, only to receive another harsh slap on your ass.

Nanami cooed against your ear. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to teach you another lesson. You tried to embarrass him in front of his colleagues, his students. It’s only right for him to tame you as a punishment, whether you liked it or not. Clearly, he knew you weren’t expecting this as a punishment. Usually he’d fuck you stupid, make you swallow his cock whole till you couldn’t breathe. But this time, he calculated the precise steps he’d take to teach you to obey him.

And you were nervous. Trembling shitless like a leaf against his burning touch. You didn’t mean to overstep with the jokes and comments you made about him to his colleagues. The bottom of your lip quivered, tip of the pen leaking ink through the page.

“Start writing.”

A loud yelp escaped from you, hearing a loud buzzing sound from the vibrator that was pressed against your sensitive clit. Your thighs trembled against the desk, eyes rolled back into your skull. With a firm grip Nanami tugged at the leash, signaling for you to start your letter.

“K-Kento-“ You cried out, earning yet another slap across your reddened ass. You were only dressed in your panties, your skirt and shirt had been scattered across the room somewhere.

“The amount of grammatical errors equals a restart. If you cum before finishing your letter, that equals a restart.”

Nanami purposefully pressed the vibrator down on your clit, unbuckling his belt with his other hand. You immediately started writing, feeling yourself closer towards the edge. The heat in your core wouldn’t stop, the shakes in your thighs continued, sweat trickled down your temple.

His fingers looped around the band of your panties, pulling it down to your thighs. The vibrator continued to press firmly against your clit. His cock rubbed against your entrance. Your breath hitched, the wetness of your folds against the tip of his cock. You were gonna cum.

“A-ah! W-wait—“ you moaned. “K-Kento! Fuck!”

Your head was pushed onto the desk, pen and paper flew from your grip hitting the ground in the process. His cock slipped inside you from behind. He planted small kisses onto the nape of your neck, the tightness of your pussy clung onto his cock as he thrusted in and out of you. Slow, deep, brutal thrusts sent your eyes to roll back in your skull.

Fuck the letter.

“Go ahead. Come on my cock, filthy slut.”

Wetness trickled down your thighs. Your pussy continued to milk his cock. You were coming. Thighs clasped together as more liquid ran down your legs.

“Ahh.. There it issss,” He groaned, circling the vibrator around your clit, squirt gushed out your pussy, moans and cries left your lips. You couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop cumming on his cock. Your walls squeezed and pulsated on his cock. Drool along with your tears dripped down your neck and on your tits. He continued to fuck you stupid, each thrust of his only became more brutal, more rough, more harsh, making you tip over the edge over and over again.

“Gon’ keep fuckin’ you till you finish that letter, baby.”

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husband!Toji helping pregnant!reader

Contains: fluff, pregnancy, no proofread, protective Toji, stubborn reader (you’ve been warned.)

A soft sigh fell from your lips, one hand placed on your hip, knees bent while your other hand grabbed Toji’s shirt that fell to the ground.

You barely had it pinched between your fingers before he clicked his tongue. “Hey.”

“It’s just a shirt,” you muttered, already straightening up.

Toji stepped in immediately, one hand steadying your hip while the other grabbed the fabric from your grasp.

“And it’s just the floor,” he countered. “Which I can handle.”

It was near the end of the third trimester, stomach round and full, feet barely seen from the protruding belly that weighed you down with each step. The night gown clung to your silhouette, outlining the large bump.

Resting against the couch, your head tipped back and eyes shut, you let out a slow breath. Palm moved in absent circles over the curve of your stomach, soothing both yourself and the little life nestled beneath your skin. The house was quiet, heavy with that strange stillness that comes before everything changes. You were ready— more than ready for the baby to arrive. However, Toji loved seeing you pregnant, loved seeing you so full, so soft, carrying something so precious that belonged to you both. Each countdown till the baby’s arrival only made him—happy of course, but a part of him yearned to freeze time right there.

Toji leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, watching you with that quiet intensity he’d never turned off. Another set of braxton hicks came, contractions that were tighter than the last. Your fingers stilled against your belly, breath catching as the pressure continued to increase slightly. It was uncomfortable, small inhales and exhales left your lips to subside the pressure.

“…Another one?” His voice dropped, alert but calm.

You nodded, jaw tight. “Braxton hicks. I think. False contractions.”

Pressing a palm into the couch cushion you managed to pull yourself upright, breath steady. The weight shifted instantly, feeling the heaviness that came down. Pausing, allowing your balance to settle.

Toji was already by your side in an instant.

“Easy, mama.” He spoke softly, hand pressed against your lower back. He gently leaned your backside against his chest, pressing a kiss on the top of your head as his hands overlapped yours, resting on the bump. His hands slid underneath the curve of your belly, chin rested on top of your shoulder.

“Toji- what are you-“

Broad palms warm and careful as they cradled the underside of your belly. He adjusted his stance, and gently lifted. The pressure eased instantly, your shoulders sagging in relief.

“Better?” He asks quietly.

Leaning back into his chest, you nodded, “Way better.”

A small smirk rested on his lips as he continued to cradle the bump, gently lifting the weight more. The pressure on your back eased. Toji always caught you rubbing your lower back, your hips. The way you let out soft groans to ease the tension— it was clear your body grew heavy with more than just the baby.

“Saw somethin’ about it.”

“Yeah?” A smile casted across your face, hands gently squeezing his. The very moment you told him about the pregnancy he immediately stopped you from doing any housework. You huffed and disagreed for sure— but Toji never wanted you to worry. From that moment on he helped without hesitation.

“You think I don’t see it?” He spoke quietly. “The way you wince after five minutes on your feet.”

You open your mouth to argue.

He squeezed your hip lightly. “Don’t.”

There wasn’t anger to it. Just certainty.

His eyes flicked into your gaze, the smirk softened, almost fond. “I’m serious. You’re carrying enough.”

Despite your protests, the stubborn streak that made you want to prove you could still do everything— you rested your weight against him without another word.

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Thinking about boxer!Toji coming home to you after winning a match

Contains: fluff, no proofread, boxer toji, slight comedic, reader tends his wounds, sassy toji, injured toji, slight sensitive reader

After Shiu gave him the clear from checking his injuries Toji packed his bag and headed straight home. He knew you’d be worried sick. The match itself wasn’t an easy one, he had minor facial lacerations, small abominable pain, but nothing too serious. The match ended in the second round with a knock out. Toji didn’t care about the matches he was forced to play, didn’t care much about the money. What he truly cared about was making it out alive to go home to you.

Once he arrived to the apartment complex he walked up the steps of your shared home, slipping off his shoes in the process of shutting the front door behind him. A tiny golden retriever pup greeted him at the front door.

“Hey there, pretty. Protecting mommy like always, huh?” He cooed, a hand ruffling the pups fur, earning a cheerful bark. Toji walked towards the living room, seeing your figure curled up against the couch. He sat down next to you, nudging your shoulder.

You felt a dip in the couch, immediately throwing your arms around Toji in the process. Grabbing his jaw you examined his minor cuts and bruising, lips trembling.

“M’ fine, baby.” He nudged against your hand. “Hurt like a bitch.” You instantly straddled his hips, caressing the back of his hair with your hands. Lips smashed against his, feeling the warmth of his large hands tightening on your waist.

“I was so worried. So scared.” You spoke softly in between the rough kiss, stopping to gaze up into his dark irises.

“You’re always scared, peach.” He whispered, lips brushing your ear. “Gettin’ all worked up f’me.”

You didn’t laugh. Mostly because his hand slid up to your cheek and he immediately regretted it the motion, letting out a soft, betrayed groan from his lips like his own body personally wronged him.

“Oh my god,” You muttered “You’re hurting.”

“I’m fine, doll.” Toji said instantly, which was impressive, considering how he was holding his arms around like it was gonna fall off if he relaxed.

He pulled you closer anyway, stubborn as ever, wrapping his arms around you with confidence. Toji was good at hiding pain, but as time slowly went on his confidence had deteriorated within him. The small lingering pain he once had, quickly turned into a nightmare. You glanced down and winced. His knuckles were a crime scene—red swollen with hues of purple seeping through.

You reached for his hand. He flinched.

You raised an eyebrow.

“…Fine, huh?”

“Tch,” He scoffed. “Seen worse.”

“You screamed when I touched your face.”

“I did not scream.”

“You whimpered.”

“That was tactical.”

You got off his lap, gently guiding him towards the bedroom, Toji continued to act like an annoyed cat. A grumble left his lips, letting you lay him down on the mattress.

“This is unnecessary.” He said, watching you pull the first aid kit up into your lap.

“You bled on my shirt,” you softly spoke. “So now it’s personal.”

Taking his hands again, slower this time, you brought it up towards your lap, dabbing the small cloth on each of his bruised knuckles. Toji watched you like a hawk, jaw clenched.

“…You’re enjoyin’ this,” He scoffed.

A small grin casted on your lips, “Immensely.”

You pressed the ice pack to his hand. He hissed.

“Cold,” he complained.

“That’s ice.”

“I know what it is.”

“Then why are you acting like it’s an act of violence?”

He leaned back with a dramatic sigh, letting his head drop onto the pillows as you continued tending to his hands. “Survived two rounds in the ring, knocked that guy out cold… and now you’re puttin’ me down with disinfectant.”

You wrapped his knuckles carefully with gauze, tying it off neat and snug. Once you finished, you look up, only to find him staring at you, his expression softened, exhaustion creeping in.

“…Still worry too much,” he murmured, earning a soft punch to his shoulder.

“Someone has to.” You muttered.

Pulling you in with his good arm, careful this time. “Good thing it’s you.”

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Sleeping with clan leader!Toji was a mistake

Contains: 18+ content, no proofread, p in v sex, angry sex, angry toji, impact play, vulgar language, dom toji, sub reader, slight angst, creampie (you’ve been warned).

It was around one in the morning when you heard ruckus from the meeting room down the hall. Toji had been on edge all week, nonstop meetings and sleepless nights. The only time you’d seen your husband was only during the early mornings or when you’d peek through the small windows outside the meeting room. Toji rarely came to bed, rarely ate, rarely spoke to you. He was a busy man and you understood the duties that came with being a clan leader.

You were in the small garden in the courtyard, sitting on the wooden steps. You sighed. Feeling the cool summer breeze against your skin as you looked up at the midnight sky, eyes casted on the crescent moon. Stars were out tonight. Leaning your head against your arms you doze off. You were only bundled in a thin yukata that was tied with an obi around your waist. You loosened the sash, letting your yukata fall off your shoulders. Clearly nobody would notice. It was just you and the twilight alone. Standing up, dusting off your yukata you went back inside, only to be met with darkness.

I must’ve been outside for awhile. Everyone seems to have left.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, quietly walking past the meeting room and moving towards the end of the hallway where your bedroom was located. For the past week you’ve slept alone in one of the spare guest rooms. Toji’s request to not wake you throughout the night. You glanced over at the room just across from the guest room, seeing the sliding door not shut all the way.

You walked over, hand slowly sliding the door open then shutting it from behind. Your eyes softened, seeing a large figure on the futon, deep soft breaths left the man’s lips, his chest rising and falling while he slept. Slowly scooting over, hand brushed against his cheek. There was enough space on the futon, motioning your hand to grab the spare blanket that was thrown onto the ground.

You rested against the futon, positioning your body to where you were laid on your side, facing him. Hand gently rested on his cheek, softly combing back his hair. Eyes closed as you fell into a deep slumber.

“T-Toji sama-“

Toji’s cock was brutally buried in between your thighs, face hiding in the crook of your neck. His hands intertwined with yours as he continued to motion his hips, slow deep thrusts into your pulsating pussy. You hid your face away, too embarrassed and flushed. Your pussy kept twitching around his cock, another groan left the males lips. He gripped your neck with his hand, the other tugging on your hair to make you face him. He smirked, pace quickening.

You bit on your bottom lip to keep quiet, his cock kissing your cervix, hitting that spot that made you so, so weak. Heat boiled in your lower half, feeling his cock mold your walls so well. You were seeing stars from how hard Toji’s grip was on your neck. Soft cries and pleas left your lips, nails clung onto his back. The yukata you once had on was ripped off, a loud SMACK! landed on your left cheek.

“Ha- pussys fuckin’ tight-“ he cooed, bringing your thighs against your chest as he continued to rut inside you. The thickness of his cock stretched out your pussy so well. Tears spilled out from your eyes, thighs brutally shaking as his speed increased.

“Dirty fuckin’ slut. Pussys swallowin’ my cock whole.” His hips slammed against yours, roughly flipping you over on the futon, face mushed against the cushions to hide your loud moans. He leaned on his knee, resting one foot on your head. He fucked you from behind, squirt and cum coated your thighs. You were a mess.

“They think- hah! they can boss me ‘round like that-“

Another smack to your ass, cock pounding inside you.

“Talkin’ to me like I owe them shi- fuck, baby.”

He gripped your hips, you were close, so close-

“S-slow down-“

“I’ll fuckin’ show them-“ he grabbed your hips, spreading open your thighs wider. His fingers rubbed the soft bud. Toji’s thrusts were more vigorous, more harsh. He sunk his teeth in your neck, he was close.

“Gonna fuck an heir in you- ha- Gon’ make you so full.”

Toji leaned forward against your back, his cum spilling inside you. Your pussy let out another squirt, coating his stomach and thighs. You fell back on the futon, feeling Toji slowly pull out. He kissed your back then your head, a small chuckle left his lips seeing your thighs tremble and shake. Cum pooled out of your tight hole, trickling down your thighs.

It’s been a week—one whole week since the last time you and Toji had sex. You should’ve known better than to share a bedroom with him. He’d been restless, sharp-edged, touch-starved, and you were the easiest way for him to burn it all off.

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Thinking of bf!toji fushiguro fucking you against the mirror

Contains: SMUT 18+, no proofread, rough sex, p in v sex, impact play, vulgar language, creampie

It all started with a little game of cat and mouse. You constantly nagging at Toji and him hearing your complaints. He usually shrugs off your attitude but a part of him got sick of hearing the way you spat his name out your pretty lips, how your arms then folded against your chest as you glared at him.

And here you were, pressed against the large mirror in your bedroom while he fucks deep inside you from behind, filling your tight little cunt up so much, making you feel so, so full. The way his cock constantly kissed your cervix as he thrusts brutally harsh into you.

“I gotten sick of hearin your constant bitchin” he spat out, his left arm wrapped around your throat while his right hand gripped the back of your hair tightly, forcing you to take in how rough he’s fucking you.

Both of your eyes were so teary, mouth gaped open as drool trickled down your chin from the deep and brutal pounding of his cock, making your thighs quiver as more moans filled the room.

“J-ji T-too much-“ you cried out, trying your best to cross your thighs together, feeling one of his hands pry open your thighs, his fingers rub against the sensitive bud over and over.

“Look at you, stupid slut.” He whispers into your ear, slowly guiding his tongue on your ear lobe then down your neck. “Not much complainin’ now, huh?” He could feel your pussy gripping onto his cock with each thrust, how both of your hands were now clawing at his arms unable to stop yourself from shaking so much as you came hard on his cock.

“That’s it, keep cumin’ for me baby.” He grunts, a loud SMACK! being sent to your ass as he grabs both of your arms, holding them behind your back with one hand, moving you towards the bed. Your teary face being shoved into the mattress as he ruts inside you.

Your knees buckle against the mattress, stabilizing yourself with only your shoulders. Feeling Toji’s weight against your back as he leans forward, creating marks as he continues to suck onto the back of your nape. Another SMACK! delivered on your ass.

A jolt of butterflies rushed through you, your pussy twitching as you came, feeling your thighs clamp together. Whimpers and pleas left your lips as you clutch onto toji’s hand still holding your arms. “F-fuck Ji I’m gonn-“ Your pussy squirting onto his cock, liquid running down both of your thighs.

“Shiiit there it iss.” He cooed, quickening his pace. A large smirk on his lips as he thrusts against you, his other hand gripping your hair, tilting your head back while his other hand continued to hold your arms.

“That’s it, take it baby. Take my fuckin-“ he groans loud, slamming his hips once more, cum feeling you up full.

Loud grunts and groans filled the room. He loved seeing you like this, his girl, ruined, and trembling against his touch. Another SMACK! on your ass, all reddened and stung by his touch.

“So what were you sayin’ about the bills?”

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Thinking of husband!Toji takes care of drunk!reader

Contains: 18+ content, standalone, no proofread, fluff, peer pressure, Satoru being a dick, soft toji, alcohol, reader being an emotional drunk, boss gojo satoru, a little angst (you’ve been warned.)

For the past few months you’ve been busy at work, having no time to eat during breaks, and working overtime. You liked it. You enjoyed working late. It gave you peace since you hated the feeling of being constantly watched. You told Toji you’d be home late, knowing he’d just came back home from a mission.

I’ll be home soon, finishing up some files.

Delivered

Read: 9:10PM

Toji Zenin hearted a message

Some may call you a workaholic, others envy your unhealthily motivation to constantly work. You didn’t mind it. Sometimes you’d offer to pick up extra projects in the office, or even work on the weekends when your body so desperately needed rest. You were always at the top of your game when needed to complete a task by the due date, you’d complete it a week in advance. Toji didn’t mind the tremendous hours you worked. He was a busy man himself, barely never home, always on missions. He never told you his whereabouts or what type of work he does. It was strange.

You and Toji have been married for the past five years, known each other since highschool but never held a conversation with each other until he found you crying the night of prom when your ex boyfriend dumped you. He could still remember the smudged mascara across your cheeks, how your eyes so teary and soft made you look like a fawn. You were too pretty to cry, too pretty to let that crappy ex of yours treat you like shit. Since that moment on he felt the need to protect and be close to you. He was like your own personal bodyguard in a way. You were quite sensitive and shy in high school, always getting picked on and made fun of. But when the both of you started walking together in the halls, the way he’d glare at anyone who dared to snicker at you, or test you, they knew to back off.

It was around 9:45pm when you finished wrapping up on this weeks report. You were excited to head home. As you grabbed your bag, the sound of a knock startled you. Gojo Satoru- your boss leaned against the doorframe, blocking you from exiting with that stupid grin casted on his face.

“Let’s go out for a drink.”

You could feel a haunting gaze, feeling his eyes trace you from top to bottom. You hated Satoru, hated the way he spoke to you, the way he’d flirt, well knowing you’re a married woman. You insisted on not going, wanting to pack up and go home to Toji. You’ve been working under Satoru for a while now. At first you ignored his comments about you, his flirtatious behavior, the way he looked at you. But as time went on, you dreaded coming to work. You never told Toji about Satoru since your husband was rarely home. You always kept your own business to yourself, mouth shut. Never wanting to worry Toji or become a bother.

“Sir, I can’t-”

“Well sure you can. Think of it as a little promotion.”

The more you denied, Satoru kept getting closer towards you. The more you scooted back he ended up shifting to you till you were cornered against the wall. Gulping, eyes widening. You felt uncomfortable. You were married you made it clear. Satoru wouldn’t back off. His hand caught your wrist once you tried to step out the door.

“Oh come on, just one drink?”

And here’s how you ended up here, at the bar, drink after drink. Satoru purposely got you drunk. He wasn’t even buzzed. He sat closer to you on the booth, side by side, his shoulder touching yours as he poured you another shot. You, so nervous and hesitant. Both hands gripped onto the small cup in your palms. Satoru brought the cup up to your lips-

“I-I have to go!”

You instantly got up, grabbed your purse as you tried to scoot down past him, only for him to grab your waist and pull you back down. Your ass colliding with his lap. Panic continued to swell in you, vomit crept up your throat. You needed to contact Toji. Tears threatened to pool down your cheeks. You were shaking out of fear, trembling around Satoru’s touch.

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not a way you behave to your boss, isn’t it?”

All you felt next was a strong hand of a man, pulling you away from Satoru’s lap. The next thing you saw was a harsh and brutal punch land in Satoru’s face. Your boss fell back onto the cushion of the booth. Eyes widening as you realized Toji had came. He found you. He was worried about you.

“Where did he touch you?”

Toji quickly turned around, hand grabbing onto your face, tilting your jaw, then grabbed your wrist. He looked for any signs of injuries, he was worried sick. Worried something might’ve happened. Something in his gut told him he needed to track you down, to save you.

“M’fine, really.” You said. Your voice so shaky and soft, so quiet like the sound of wind. You were trembling. He knew you were scared, so frightened. His poor girl, his wife, trembled in his touch. You placed a hand over your mouth. You were gonna vomit. Toji noticed the soft redness to your cheeks, how your movements were swaying instead of still, how you were fidgeting with every inch of your sweater. You were drunk, a damsel in distress.

“W-Will he be okay..?”

Toji glanced at the male that was now knocked out against the cushion. He snorted and shook his head.

“He’ll be fine. Just knocked his ass out.”

You gulped, eyes widening. You didn’t wanna get fired from your job. You clutched onto Toji’s shirt, feeling how the room was moving beneath your feet.

“J-ji- I don’t feel so good..”

Your husband pat your head, picking you up in his arms as the both of you exited the bar. The night was cold, you trembled more and leaned into his touch. You felt sick to your stomach, you let Toji down. How could you? An awful wife-

“Stop overthinking, doll. Rest.”

Despite it all, Toji knew you so well. He knows when you overthink, knows what goes on in that head of yours. He doesn’t think you’re an awful person. He cherishes you so much he’d do anything for you.

“You treat me-“ hiccup! “so well Ji.” hiccup!

He looked down, a small smile on your lips as you pulled yourself closer to his chest. Inhaling his scent. God you missed this, you missed him so much. So many nights you’ve cried worried sick about your husband. Tears flowed down your temples, you cried against his chest.

“The best husband forever. Always comin’ to my rescue.” You slurred out. You don’t even know what you were saying anymore. You continued to wail, crying against him more. Once you both arrived home he laid you down onto the mattress, stroking your hair with his hand. A soft smile rested on his lips, he leaned forward, planting a kiss on your head.

How the both of your wedding bands shined in the moonlit sky. He promised to protect you, to lay his life down on the line in a heartbeat. Toji always finds a way to track you down. Others may find it obsessive or weird, but that’s just his way of knowing he can always find you—of making sure you made it home safe, that no harm dared to come close. You’re his wife, his chosen person, and no matter the distance or danger, he will always stand between you and the world.