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"I know I can suck him off better than you," you scowl right at Satoru now, the two of you on your knees right in front of your boyfriend Suguru Geto - he raises a dark brow at the both of you.
"You're pretty good sweetheart," Satoru slips his fingers down your spine ever so slowly, goosebumps rising in a little trail. "You're not close to me though."
"Sugu, tell him," you pout all pretty - and he brushes your hair back, smiling down at you as your hand tries to wrap his thick, veiny cock. "I am so much better than Satoru at it, hmm?"
"Your throat is so much tighter..." Suguru moans, making Satoru glare his pretty blue eyes at both of you.
"Fuck you!?" Satoru scoffs, his jaw clicking he's so damn irritated, but also seeing your tongue lapping up the underside of Suguru's cock has his own twitching, the way you gather all that dripping white. "Calling me loose!?"
"Maybe."
"Hah!" You shove Satoru and he yanks at your hair. "Ow!"
"Why do I endure this?" He acts as if you're not arched all pretty in front of his boyfriend's cock, like he doesn't love to watch you choke on it - fuck it's almost as good as when you choke on his.
"Is my tongue better, too?" You murmur, feeling Satoru’s hand slide down your ass and smack the fuck out of it, it stings his hand is so damn big. "Ouch!?!?"
"Stop being bratty, Toru," Suguru just has him smirking, raising a brow - Satoru Gojo is a fucking brat. "Spit on it, princess."
You do the daintiest spit ever.
Satoru snorts, so you smack him again.
"Spit on it for her, since she's too cute to really do it." Satoru leans forward as Suguru orders, a thick glob of spit falling down to that reddened, pierced tip, you moan softly as Sugu tightens his hold on your hair, and you use Satoru's spit to glide his cock deep.
Satoru can't help but be mesmerized by it, his fingers pumping in and out of your slick cunt, making you whine out. The vibrations have Suguru's head falling back, moans escaping his throat, watching as you two make out so messy right over his tip.
When Satoru can't help but bend you over after, and stuffs your cunt full of his cock, Suguru’s thick length is slamming right in your throat, the two of them coating your walls and your mouth in white. Well... you and Satoru sort of forget the competition, especially when Suguru is eating Satoru's cum so eagerly from your pretty, abused cunt.
Satoru makes sure to lap every bit of Suguru's cum from your mouth, swallowing it down and moaning - before they've switched - and both men are swapping all those filthy fluids between their mouths with mean kisses. They use you - fucking you until you're a drooling mess in all three of your holes.
You're fucked out, your ears ringing, you're dizzy -
But you swear you hear a murmur in your ear that Gojo thinks he's won.
Then you hear another murmur after Gojo is snoring on the bed, and Suguru is pounding your cunt again though, with his hand wrapping right around a throat so sore from swallowing him? Satoru is long out, damn near drooling, and Suguru is making sure you feel every inch of him, lips on your ear.
"Guess what, princess?" He asks softly, squeezing at your pressure points. You gasp out, looking up at him, lashes fluttering.
"Hmm?"
"You win."
Gojo opens an eye and scowls at you both.
****
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▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||| Now playing:
Your toxic situationship with toji — turns out the dick is just way too good
cw: smut, pvssy eating, f¡ngering, unprotected piv, mirror play/sex , tummy bulge, size difference, choking, breath play if you squint, praising, slight humiliation/degradation, slight overstimulation, creamp¡e, agegap, p0rn with plot
pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader
18+
It’s 3:25am and you haven’t had a wink of sleep. The pink lace nightgown you’re wearing is just another reminder of him and the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He’s bought it for you.
You’ve been with Toji for about three years now. Although you guys never got to the level of an actual established relationship he’s so possessive. Even the thought of being with another man makes you already pity the poor guy because Toji would probably break all his bones if he ever found out.
You get up and walk into the kitchen even more pissed off now that you see that the hotline of the old ass landline phone you still haven’t gotten rid of blinging. What are you? Some boomer? You think to yourself before pressing the play button knowing damn well it’s him sending you another corny apology voice mail.
A way too high pitched beep and the robotic automated voice message sounds: "You have four new messages" until you finally hear Tojis raspy voice on the other line of the network. He’s on one, you can tell. Just rambling away some white lies, trying to sweet talk his way back into your sheets. As always.
You kiss your teeth, skipping through three of the four messages he left until you reach the last one. Although you didn’t intend to actually listen to any of them this one catches your attention. He sounds different this time . Sincere, genuine, maybe even a little bit crushed. You let it play, walk to the cupboard to get some wine and a glass because you sure can’t handle his bullshit sober.
"I can’t stop thinking about all the times you used to come keep me company, told me you love me and just me. I know it took a while to trust me, I had to work for it…" you exhale harshly still baffled by the sheer audacity of this man.
"…still you don’t judge me…I love the way you touch me…" And there he goes. Knowing exactly how to make you weak. You feel your whole body fire up. Maybe it’s the wine you think but deep down you know the man has you all the way hooked. Hearing his voice doesn’t help, hearing him breathe heavily into the phone doesn’t help either it just makes everything worse.
But as hooked as you are you can’t get yourself to stop the message, ignore his words and just go back to sleep, so you continue listening: "It feels like I’m about to lose you… with all the shady shit I do to you… but I can’t get you out of my head" At this point he’s just talking whatever comes to mind. And it’s working. "…I’m telling you, you’re a blessing…".
Enough. You stop the recording. Chug half of the glass of wine and dial his number.
You’re almost ready to hang up when he finally picks up. He sure has a talent for keeping you waiting. "Always perfectly on time. I was just thinking of you" his voice is muffled, rustling in the background let's you know that he’s putting his cothes back on. It’s not the first time you catch him like this.
"Sure" you respond "Thinking of me while fucking another woman, you’re disgusting" you hiss, unable to hold back the trembling rage in your voice although you’ve sworn to never show vulnerability in moments like these again.
"Come on babygirl. I know that’s not the reason you called me" he hums arrogantly, simply to piss you off. "Ha! Why do you think I called then hm?" You ask, fuming, ready to blow up until you hear the absolute fucking audacity of this man: "Because you want me to fuck you stupid like the last time when you couldn’t stop cumming and creaming on my dick".
Silence. You can’t get yourself to respond because he hit it right on the head. You do want him to fuck you until your brain gives out, because he just does it so well.
"Yeah" he breaks the silence "Just as I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen".
And did. When it comes to fucking he never breaks promises so of course he’s on top of you now. Again. After you’ve sworn you won’t let him back in the last time you guys were having an argument. But the dick is just otherworldly.
He’s teasing you. Pressing kisses all over your inner thighs and your slit, letting your juices drip off his lips whenever he lifts his head to look at you. "You taste so good" he hums, desperate eyes watching you as he uses your slick to coat his fingers.
He licks it off, humming, almost grunting before pushing said fingers up into you. "Fuck" you whisper as he places wet kisses on your pussy, licking and sucking on your swollen clit. He doesn’t continue that for long because he loves seeing you all frustrated and horny for him.
He watches intently as your face twists in pleasure and you no longer hold back your whines. "Yes tell me all about it" he says mockingly. "Don’t hold back baby, tell me how much you’ve missed spilling all over my fingers".
His unoccupied hand scrambles up your face, squeezing your cheeks so much they make your lips form into a pout, then he rams his fingers against your spot so hard you’re already crying tears of pleasure.
A mean smirk forms on his lips and you can feel his tip leaking precum against your thigh, he’s getting more and more worked up by the minute. "My pretty fuckdoll" he laughs out then presses a sloppy kiss against your still pouty lips before finally letting go. Your cheek muscles ache so good it makes you gush even more, which doesn’t go unnoticed "You were made for this weren’t you" he comments.
He gets up, muscular thighs flexing as he positions himself. A huge hand reaches for your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. It feels like a punch to your gut when your eyes meet each other because you can tell you’re both thinking the same, thinking about how this is all so wrong, but feels so right whenever you guys do it.
He guides you to the full-body mirror you have standing on the right side of your bedroom. Persuading you to look at yourself while he stands behind you, almost two heads taller than you, your body just half as broad as his.
You feel his erection brushing against your butt and back. A calloused hand wraps around your neck, the other is buried in between your legs, flicking and massaging your clit.
"Look at you" he whispers into your ear, making eye contact with your reflection. "Do you see what I see?" he asks, the hand that was just gripping your neck now wrapped around your waist, kneading and holding every inch of your torso that he can reach. Your heart starts beating so fast you’re worried that he might hear it through your chest. He knows how much of an effect his sweet words and rough hands have on you.
"Do you see it?" he asks again. Impatiently, eagerly this time. His breaths are heavy, revealing how turned on he is. You wince as he gently bites your earlobe, followed by huffs and panting against the crease of your neck. At this point your brain’s no longer able to form words.
"You’re perfect" he mutters. You shiver at his words, mind hazy from the sounds he’s making and the looks he’s giving you. There’s something different in his gaze today. Hungrier than usual but softer. Sweat drips from his forehead and his pupils are blown, making you wonder what’s making him loose his composure that way.
Pressure coming from your pelvis area snaps your string of thoughts. You gasp as you see his fingers pushing down on your lower stomach in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes widen, flickering back up to his and there goes your heart racing from anticipation — finally he utters the words: "I’m gonna fill you all the way up to here".
Just moments later he has you bent over, stretching your folds open with his thumbs as he slowly buries his throbbing dick inside of you. A moan escapes the both of you the instant he bottoms out. His tip already braced against your spot makes your legs tremble. He notices and wraps one arm around your neck, the other around your waist to keep you steady.
In that position his dick is pushed even further up into you which makes you moan his name so loud your neighbors most definitely heard. Your head is buried in the crease of his arm, smushed against his bicep as he starts to viciously fuck your dripping pussy. "Yes baby keep moaning my name like that" he groans "Tell me how good I’m making you feel".
He’s just pounding away at you. Continuously hitting the spot that makes you see stars. After all these years of fucking he knows exactly which angle it takes for you to loose your mind. "Right there!" you cry out, gasping for air with your mouth hanging wide open. "I know baby, I know" he’s mocking you again, humiliating you even more by sticking his thumb inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Now he has you exactly he how he wants you. Gagging, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto his forearm, tears of pleasure blurring your vision. A mess. His mess. "Look at yourself!" he growls as he notices you slipping in and out of consciousness. "Don’t you fucking dare tap out".
"Oh fuck— Please!" you shout, just blurting out whatever your mind can make up. "Hush baby it’s okay you can take it" he muffles against your ear. Starting to pick up a torturous pace because he loves to see you wrecked. He squeezes your face together, forcing you to face him while he keeps at it.
"Open your fucking mouth" he demands and you obey, sticking your tongue out immediately because you know how he likes it. "Such a good girl" he exclaims in satisfaction before spitting into your gaping mouth. "Swallow".
His grip around your neck becomes tighter and you can see him gritting his teeth which let's you know that he’s close. You choke on the little air you’re able to inhale, using the rest of your energy to fuck back. He groans deeply, head thrown back, veins popping out the side of his neck as he does so.
He snaps back fast, eager to keep your gaze on the two of you’s reflections. "Fuck— Look at you" he smiles exhaustedly, fixated on a point on your lower body. You whine as you see it. Everytime he hits your cervix a bulge forms on your belly, reminding you that his promise to fill you up all the way is being kept. "Oh my fucking god— What the fuck Toji?! You’re so deep!" you babble away, just brain malfunctions disguised as words while he’s fucking you stupid. "Keep talking baby, I wanna hear all your nasty thoughts".
"Please let me cum baby" you pant, locking eyes with him through the reflection of the mirror. But no answer, just harder thrusts. "Please let me cum all over you— please" you beg but still nothing. You can feel him twitch inside of you. He’s just as close as you are. He pulls your head back, granting you a sloppy kiss, then finally answers: "Cum for me babygirl".
It hits you hard. Like a cataclysmic event, like fireworks all over your body as you finally let go. You can feel your walls flutter and clench around his girth. So hard you almost pass out but before that happens he makes sure that you hear him one more time: "You are so beautiful baby" he whispers out of breath, as you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
"I never wanna let you go".
a/n: this is kinda really fucking long because I just couldn’t stop myself 🤸🏽♀️Obviously the voicemail is heavily inspired by the song mentioned in the banner (go listen to it it’s worth it) Also hey guys I’m sorry it took me so long. A girl's been hella busy. Enjoy 🫶🏽
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||| Now playing:
Your toxic situationship with toji — turns out the dick is just way too good
cw: smut, pvssy eating, f¡ngering, unprotected piv, mirror play/sex , tummy bulge, size difference, choking, breath play if you squint, praising, slight humiliation/degradation, slight overstimulation, creamp¡e, agegap, p0rn with plot
pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader
18+
It’s 3:25am and you haven’t had a wink of sleep. The pink lace nightgown you’re wearing is just another reminder of him and the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He’s bought it for you.
You’ve been with Toji for about three years now. Although you guys never got to the level of an actual established relationship he’s so possessive. Even the thought of being with another man makes you already pity the poor guy because Toji would probably break all his bones if he ever found out.
You get up and walk into the kitchen even more pissed off now that you see that the hotline of the old ass landline phone you still haven’t gotten rid of blinging. What are you? Some boomer? You think to yourself before pressing the play button knowing damn well it’s him sending you another corny apology voice mail.
A way too high pitched beep and the robotic automated voice message sounds: "You have four new messages" until you finally hear Tojis raspy voice on the other line of the network. He’s on one, you can tell. Just rambling away some white lies, trying to sweet talk his way back into your sheets. As always.
You kiss your teeth, skipping through three of the four messages he left until you reach the last one. Although you didn’t intend to actually listen to any of them this one catches your attention. He sounds different this time . Sincere, genuine, maybe even a little bit crushed. You let it play, walk to the cupboard to get some wine and a glass because you sure can’t handle his bullshit sober.
"I can’t stop thinking about all the times you used to come keep me company, told me you love me and just me. I know it took a while to trust me, I had to work for it…" you exhale harshly still baffled by the sheer audacity of this man.
"…still you don’t judge me…I love the way you touch me…" And there he goes. Knowing exactly how to make you weak. You feel your whole body fire up. Maybe it’s the wine you think but deep down you know the man has you all the way hooked. Hearing his voice doesn’t help, hearing him breathe heavily into the phone doesn’t help either it just makes everything worse.
But as hooked as you are you can’t get yourself to stop the message, ignore his words and just go back to sleep, so you continue listening: "It feels like I’m about to lose you… with all the shady shit I do to you… but I can’t get you out of my head" At this point he’s just talking whatever comes to mind. And it’s working. "…I’m telling you, you’re a blessing…".
Enough. You stop the recording. Chug half of the glass of wine and dial his number.
You’re almost ready to hang up when he finally picks up. He sure has a talent for keeping you waiting. "Always perfectly on time. I was just thinking of you" his voice is muffled, rustling in the background let's you know that he’s putting his cothes back on. It’s not the first time you catch him like this.
"Sure" you respond "Thinking of me while fucking another woman, you’re disgusting" you hiss, unable to hold back the trembling rage in your voice although you’ve sworn to never show vulnerability in moments like these again.
"Come on babygirl. I know that’s not the reason you called me" he hums arrogantly, simply to piss you off. "Ha! Why do you think I called then hm?" You ask, fuming, ready to blow up until you hear the absolutely fucking audacity of this man: "Because you want me to fuck you stupid like the last time when you couldn’t stop cumming and creaming on my dick".
Silence. You can’t get yourself to respond because he hit it right on the head. You do want him to fuck you until your brain gives out, because he just does it so well.
"Yeah" he breaks the silence "Just as I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen".
And did. When it comes to fucking he never breaks promises so of course he’s on top of you now. Again. After you’ve sworn you won’t let him back in the last time you guys were having an argument. But the dick is just otherworldly.
He’s teasing you. Pressing kisses all over your inner thighs and your slit, letting your juices drip off his lips whenever he lifts his head to look at you. "You taste so good" he hums, desperate eyes watching you as he uses your slick to coat his fingers.
He licks it off, humming, almost grunting before pushing said fingers up into you. "Fuck" you whisper as he places wet kisses on your pussy, licking and sucking on your swollen clit. He doesn’t continue that for long because he loves seeing you all frustrated and horny for him.
He watches intently as your face twists in pleasure and you no longer hold back your whines. "Yes tell me all about it" he says mockingly. "Don’t hold back baby, tell me how much you’ve missed spilling all over my fingers".
His unoccupied hand scrambles up your face, squeezing your cheeks so much they make your lips form into a pout, then he rams his fingers against your spot so hard you’re already crying tears of pleasure.
A mean smirk forms on his lips and you can feel his tip leaking precum against your thigh, he’s getting more and more worked up by the minute. "My pretty fuckdoll" he laughs out then presses a sloppy kiss against your still pouty lips before finally letting go. Your cheek muscles ache so good it makes you gush even more, which doesn’t go unnoticed "You were made for this weren’t you" he comments.
He gets up, muscular thighs flexing as he positions himself. A huge hand reaches for your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. It feels like a punch to your gut when your eyes meet each other because you can tell you’re both thinking the same, thinking about how this is all so wrong, but feels so right whenever you guys do it.
He guides you to the full-body mirror you have standing on the right side of your bedroom. Persuading you to look at yourself while he stands behind you, almost two heads taller than you, your body just half as broad as his.
You feel his erection brushing against your butt and back. A calloused hand wraps around your neck, the other is buried in between your legs, flicking and massaging your clit.
"Look at you" he whispers into your ear, making eye contact with your reflection. "Do you see what I see?" he asks, the hand that was just gripping your neck now wrapped around your waist, kneading and holding every inch of your torso that he can reach. Your heart starts beating so fast you’re worried that he might hear it through your chest. He knows how much of an effect his sweet words and rough hands have on you.
"Do you see it?" he asks again. Impatiently, eagerly this time. His breaths are heavy, revealing how turned on he is. You wince as he gently bites your earlobe, followed by huffs and panting against the crease of your neck. At this point your brain’s no longer able to form words.
"You’re perfect" he mutters. You shiver at his words, mind hazy from the sounds he’s making and the looks he’s giving you. There’s something different in his gaze today. Hungrier than usual but softer. Sweat drips from his forehead and his pupils are blown, making you wonder what’s making him loose his composure that way.
Pressure coming from your pelvis area snaps your string of thoughts. You gasp as you see his fingers pushing down on your lower stomach in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes widen, flickering back up to his and there goes your heart racing from anticipation — finally he utters the words: "I’m gonna fill you all the way up to here".
Just moments later he has you bent over, stretching your folds open with his thumbs as he slowly buries his throbbing dick inside of you. A moan escapes the both of you the instant he bottoms out. His tip already braced against your spot makes your legs tremble. He notices and wraps one arm around your neck, the other around your waist to keep you steady.
In that position his dick is pushed even further up into you which makes you moan his name so loud your neighbors most definitely heard. Your head is buried in the crease of his arm, smushed against his bicep as he starts to viciously fuck your dripping pussy. "Yes baby keep moaning my name like that" he groans "Tell me how good I’m making you feel".
He’s just pounding away at you. Continuously hitting the spot that makes you see stars. After all these years of fucking he knows exactly which angle it takes for you to loose your mind. "Right there!" you cry out, gasping for air with your mouth hanging wide open. "I know baby, I know" he’s mocking you again, humiliating you even more by sticking his thumb inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Now he has you exactly he how he wants you. Gagging, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto his forearm, tears of pleasure blurring your vision. A mess. His mess. "Look at yourself!" he growls as he notices you slipping in and out of consciousness. "Don’t you fucking dare tap out".
"Oh fuck— Please!" you shout, just blurting out whatever your mind can make up. "Hush baby it’s okay you can take it" he muffles against your ear. Starting to pick up a torturous pace because he loves to see you wrecked. He squeezes your face together, forcing you to face him while he keeps at it.
"Open your fucking mouth" he demands and you obey, sticking your tongue out immediately because you know how he likes it. "Such a good girl" he exclaims in satisfaction before spitting into your gaping mouth. "Swallow".
His grip around your neck becomes tighter and you can see him gritting his teeth which let's you know that he’s close. You choke on the little air you’re able to inhale, using the rest of your energy to fuck back. He groans deeply, head thrown back, veins popping out the side of his neck as he does so.
He snaps back fast, eager to keep your gaze on the two of you’s reflections. "Fuck— Look at you" he smiles exhaustedly, fixated on a point on your lower body. You whine as you see it. Everytime he hits your cervix a bulge forms on your belly, reminding you that his promise to fill you up all the way is being kept. "Oh my fucking god— What the fuck Toji?! You’re so deep!" you babble away, just brain malfunctions disguised as words while he’s fucking you stupid. "Keep talking baby, I wanna hear all your nasty thoughts".
"Please let me cum baby" you pant, locking eyes with him through the reflection of the mirror. But no answer, just harder thrusts. "Please let me cum all over you— please" you beg but still nothing. You can feel him twitch inside of you. He’s just as close as you are. He pulls your head back, granting you a sloppy kiss, then finally answers: "Cum for me babygirl".
It hits you hard. Like a cataclysmic event, like fireworks all over your body as you finally let go. You can feel your walls flutter and clench around his girth. So hard you almost pass out but before that happens he makes sure that you hear him one more time: "You are so beautiful baby" he whispers out of breath, as you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
"I never wanna let you go".
a/n: this is kinda really fucking long because I just couldn’t stop myself 🤸🏽♀️Obviously the voicemail is heavily inspired by the song mentioned in the banner (go listen to it it’s worth it) Also hey guys I’m sorry it took me so long. A girl's been hella busy. Enjoy 🫶🏽
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||| Now playing:
Your toxic situationship with toji — turns out the dick is just way too good
cw: smut, pvssy eating, f¡ngering, unprotected piv, mirror play/sex , tummy bulge, size difference, choking, breath play if you squint, praising, slight humiliation/degradation, slight overstimulation, creamp¡e, agegap, p0rn with plot
pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader
18+
It’s 3:25am and you haven’t had a wink of sleep. The pink lace nightgown you’re wearing is just another reminder of him and the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He’s bought it for you.
You’ve been with Toji for about three years now. Although you guys never got to the level of an actual established relationship he’s so possessive. Even the thought of being with another man makes you already pity the poor guy because Toji would probably break all his bones if he ever found out.
You get up and walk into the kitchen even more pissed off now that you see that the hotline of the old ass landline phone you still haven’t gotten rid of blinging. What are you? Some boomer? You think to yourself before pressing the play button knowing damn well it’s him sending you another corny apology voice mail.
A way too high pitched beep and the robotic automated voice message sounds: "You have four new messages" until you finally hear Tojis raspy voice on the other line of the network. He’s on one, you can tell. Just rambling away some white lies, trying to sweet talk his way back into your sheets. As always.
You kiss your teeth, skipping through three of the four messages he left until you reach the last one. Although you didn’t intend to actually listen to any of them this one catches your attention. He sounds different this time . Sincere, genuine, maybe even a little bit crushed. You let it play, walk to the cupboard to get some wine and a glass because you sure can’t handle his bullshit sober.
"I can’t stop thinking about all the times you used to come keep me company, told me you love me and just me. I know it took a while to trust me, I had to work for it…" you exhale harshly still baffled by the sheer audacity of this man.
"…still you don’t judge me…I love the way you touch me…" And there he goes. Knowing exactly how to make you weak. You feel your whole body fire up. Maybe it’s the wine you think but deep down you know the man has you all the way hooked. Hearing his voice doesn’t help, hearing him breathe heavily into the phone doesn’t help either it just makes everything worse.
But as hooked as you are you can’t get yourself to stop the message, ignore his words and just go back to sleep, so you continue listening: "It feels like I’m about to lose you… with all the shady shit I do to you… but I can’t get you out of my head" At this point he’s just talking whatever comes to mind. And it’s working. "…I’m telling you, you’re a blessing…".
Enough. You stop the recording. Chug half of the glass of wine and dial his number.
You’re almost ready to hang up when he finally picks up. He sure has a talent for keeping you waiting. "Always perfectly on time. I was just thinking of you" his voice is muffled, rustling in the background let's you know that he’s putting his cothes back on. It’s not the first time you catch him like this.
"Sure" you respond "Thinking of me while fucking another woman, you’re disgusting" you hiss, unable to hold back the trembling rage in your voice although you’ve sworn to never show vulnerability in moments like these again.
"Come on babygirl. I know that’s not the reason you called me" he hums arrogantly, simply to piss you off. "Ha! Why do you think I called then hm?" You ask, fuming, ready to blow up until you hear the absolutely fucking audacity of this man: "Because you want me to fuck you stupid like the last time when you couldn’t stop cumming and creaming on my dick".
Silence. You can’t get yourself to respond because he hit it right on the head. You do want him to fuck you until your brain gives out, because he just does it so well.
"Yeah" he breaks the silence "Just as I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen".
And did. When it comes to fucking he never breaks promises so of course he’s on top of you now. Again. After you’ve sworn you won’t let him back in the last time you guys were having an argument. But the dick is just otherworldly.
He’s teasing you. Pressing kisses all over your inner thighs and your slit, letting your juices drip off his lips whenever he lifts his head to look at you. "You taste so good" he hums, desperate eyes watching you as he uses your slick to coat his fingers.
He licks it off, humming, almost grunting before pushing said fingers up into you. "Fuck" you whisper as he places wet kisses on your pussy, licking and sucking on your swollen clit. He doesn’t continue that for long because he loves seeing you all frustrated and horny for him.
He watches intently as your face twists in pleasure and you no longer hold back your whines. "Yes tell me all about it" he says mockingly. "Don’t hold back baby, tell me how much you’ve missed spilling all over my fingers".
His unoccupied hand scrambles up your face, squeezing your cheeks so much they make your lips form into a pout, then he rams his fingers against your spot so hard you’re already crying tears of pleasure.
A mean smirk forms on his lips and you can feel his tip leaking precum against your thigh, he’s getting more and more worked up by the minute. "My pretty fuckdoll" he laughs out then presses a sloppy kiss against your still pouty lips before finally letting go. Your cheek muscles ache so good it makes you gush even more, which doesn’t go unnoticed "You were made for this weren’t you" he comments.
He gets up, muscular thighs flexing as he positions himself. A huge hand reaches for your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. It feels like a punch to your gut when your eyes meet each other because you can tell you’re both thinking the same, thinking about how this is all so wrong, but feels so right whenever you guys do it.
He guides you to the full-body mirror you have standing on the right side of your bedroom. Persuading you to look at yourself while he stands behind you, almost two heads taller than you, your body just half as broad as his.
You feel his erection brushing against your butt and back. A calloused hand wraps around your neck, the other is buried in between your legs, flicking and massaging your clit.
"Look at you" he whispers into your ear, making eye contact with your reflection. "Do you see what I see?" he asks, the hand that was just gripping your neck now wrapped around your waist, kneading and holding every inch of your torso that he can reach. Your heart starts beating so fast you’re worried that he might hear it through your chest. He knows how much of an effect his sweet words and rough hands have on you.
"Do you see it?" he asks again. Impatiently, eagerly this time. His breaths are heavy, revealing how turned on he is. You wince as he gently bites your earlobe, followed by huffs and panting against the crease of your neck. At this point your brain’s no longer able to form words.
"You’re perfect" he mutters. You shiver at his words, mind hazy from the sounds he’s making and the looks he’s giving you. There’s something different in his gaze today. Hungrier than usual but softer. Sweat drips from his forehead and his pupils are blown, making you wonder what’s making him loose his composure that way.
Pressure coming from your pelvis area snaps your string of thoughts. You gasp as you see his fingers pushing down on your lower stomach in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes widen, flickering back up to his and there goes your heart racing from anticipation — finally he utters the words: "I’m gonna fill you all the way up to here".
Just moments later he has you bent over, stretching your folds open with his thumbs as he slowly buries his throbbing dick inside of you. A moan escapes the both of you the instant he bottoms out. His tip already braced against your spot makes your legs tremble. He notices and wraps one arm around your neck, the other around your waist to keep you steady.
In that position his dick is pushed even further up into you which makes you moan his name so loud your neighbors most definitely heard. Your head is buried in the crease of his arm, smushed against his bicep as he starts to viciously fuck your dripping pussy. "Yes baby keep moaning my name like that" he groans "Tell me how good I’m making you feel".
He’s just pounding away at you. Continuously hitting the spot that makes you see stars. After all these years of fucking he knows exactly which angle it takes for you to loose your mind. "Right there!" you cry out, gasping for air with your mouth hanging wide open. "I know baby, I know" he’s mocking you again, humiliating you even more by sticking his thumb inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Now he has you exactly he how he wants you. Gagging, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto his forearm, tears of pleasure blurring your vision. A mess. His mess. "Look at yourself!" he growls as he notices you slipping in and out of consciousness. "Don’t you fucking dare tap out".
"Oh fuck— Please!" you shout, just blurting out whatever your mind can make up. "Hush baby it’s okay you can take it" he muffles against your ear. Starting to pick up a torturous pace because he loves to see you wrecked. He squeezes your face together, forcing you to face him while he keeps at it.
"Open your fucking mouth" he demands and you obey, sticking your tongue out immediately because you know how he likes it. "Such a good girl" he exclaims in satisfaction before spitting into your gaping mouth. "Swallow".
His grip around your neck becomes tighter and you can see him gritting his teeth which let's you know that he’s close. You choke on the little air you’re able to inhale, using the rest of your energy to fuck back. He groans deeply, head thrown back, veins popping out the side of his neck as he does so.
He snaps back fast, eager to keep your gaze on the two of you’s reflections. "Fuck— Look at you" he smiles exhaustedly, fixated on a point on your lower body. You whine as you see it. Everytime he hits your cervix a bulge forms on your belly, reminding you that his promise to fill you up all the way is being kept. "Oh my fucking god— What the fuck Toji?! You’re so deep!" you babble away, just brain malfunctions disguised as words while he’s fucking you stupid. "Keep talking baby, I wanna hear all your nasty thoughts".
"Please let me cum baby" you pant, locking eyes with him through the reflection of the mirror. But no answer, just harder thrusts. "Please let me cum all over you— please" you beg but still nothing. You can feel him twitch inside of you. He’s just as close as you are. He pulls your head back, granting you a sloppy kiss, then finally answers: "Cum for me babygirl".
It hits you hard. Like a cataclysmic event, like fireworks all over your body as you finally let go. You can feel your walls flutter and clench around his girth. So hard you almost pass out but before that happens he makes sure that you hear him one more time: "You are so beautiful baby" he whispers out of breath, as you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
"I never wanna let you go".
a/n: this is kinda really fucking long because I just couldn’t stop myself 🤸🏽♀️Obviously the voicemail is heavily inspired by the song mentioned in the banner (go listen to it it’s worth it) Also hey guys I’m sorry it took me so long. A girl's been hella busy. Enjoy 🫶🏽
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||| Now playing:
Your toxic situationship with toji — turns out the dick is just way too good
cw: smut, pvssy eating, f¡ngering, unprotected piv, mirror play/sex , tummy bulge, size difference, choking, breath play if you squint, praising, slight humiliation/degradation, slight overstimulation, creamp¡e, agegap, p0rn with plot
pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader
18+
It’s 3:25am and you haven’t had a wink of sleep. The pink lace nightgown you’re wearing is just another reminder of him and the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He’s bought it for you.
You’ve been with Toji for about three years now. Although you guys never got to the level of an actual established relationship he’s so possessive. Even the thought of being with another man makes you already pity the poor guy because Toji would probably break all his bones if he ever found out.
You get up and walk into the kitchen even more pissed off now that you see that the hotline of the old ass landline phone you still haven’t gotten rid of blinging. What are you? Some boomer? You think to yourself before pressing the play button knowing damn well it’s him sending you another corny apology voice mail.
A way too high pitched beep and the robotic automated voice message sounds: "You have four new messages" until you finally hear Tojis raspy voice on the other line of the network. He’s on one, you can tell. Just rambling away some white lies, trying to sweet talk his way back into your sheets. As always.
You kiss your teeth, skipping through three of the four messages he left until you reach the last one. Although you didn’t intend to actually listen to any of them this one catches your attention. He sounds different this time . Sincere, genuine, maybe even a little bit crushed. You let it play, walk to the cupboard to get some wine and a glass because you sure can’t handle his bullshit sober.
"I can’t stop thinking about all the times you used to come keep me company, told me you love me and just me. I know it took a while to trust me, I had to work for it…" you exhale harshly still baffled by the sheer audacity of this man.
"…still you don’t judge me…I love the way you touch me…" And there he goes. Knowing exactly how to make you weak. You feel your whole body fire up. Maybe it’s the wine you think but deep down you know the man has you all the way hooked. Hearing his voice doesn’t help, hearing him breathe heavily into the phone doesn’t help either it just makes everything worse.
But as hooked as you are you can’t get yourself to stop the message, ignore his words and just go back to sleep, so you continue listening: "It feels like I’m about to lose you… with all the shady shit I do to you… but I can’t get you out of my head" At this point he’s just talking whatever comes to mind. And it’s working. "…I’m telling you, you’re a blessing…".
Enough. You stop the recording. Chug half of the glass of wine and dial his number.
You’re almost ready to hang up when he finally picks up. He sure has a talent for keeping you waiting. "Always perfectly on time. I was just thinking of you" his voice is muffled, rustling in the background let's you know that he’s putting his cothes back on. It’s not the first time you catch him like this.
"Sure" you respond "Thinking of me while fucking another woman, you’re disgusting" you hiss, unable to hold back the trembling rage in your voice although you’ve sworn to never show vulnerability in moments like these again.
"Come on babygirl. I know that’s not the reason you called me" he hums arrogantly, simply to piss you off. "Ha! Why do you think I called then hm?" You ask, fuming, ready to blow up until you hear the absolutely fucking audacity of this man: "Because you want me to fuck you stupid like the last time when you couldn’t stop cumming and creaming on my dick".
Silence. You can’t get yourself to respond because he hit it right on the head. You do want him to fuck you until your brain gives out, because he just does it so well.
"Yeah" he breaks the silence "Just as I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen".
And did. When it comes to fucking he never breaks promises so of course he’s on top of you now. Again. After you’ve sworn you won’t let him back in the last time you guys were having an argument. But the dick is just otherworldly.
He’s teasing you. Pressing kisses all over your inner thighs and your slit, letting your juices drip off his lips whenever he lifts his head to look at you. "You taste so good" he hums, desperate eyes watching you as he uses your slick to coat his fingers.
He licks it off, humming, almost grunting before pushing said fingers up into you. "Fuck" you whisper as he places wet kisses on your pussy, licking and sucking on your swollen clit. He doesn’t continue that for long because he loves seeing you all frustrated and horny for him.
He watches intently as your face twists in pleasure and you no longer hold back your whines. "Yes tell me all about it" he says mockingly. "Don’t hold back baby, tell me how much you’ve missed spilling all over my fingers".
His unoccupied hand scrambles up your face, squeezing your cheeks so much they make your lips form into a pout, then he rams his fingers against your spot so hard you’re already crying tears of pleasure.
A mean smirk forms on his lips and you can feel his tip leaking precum against your thigh, he’s getting more and more worked up by the minute. "My pretty fuckdoll" he laughs out then presses a sloppy kiss against your still pouty lips before finally letting go. Your cheek muscles ache so good it makes you gush even more, which doesn’t go unnoticed "You were made for this weren’t you" he comments.
He gets up, muscular thighs flexing as he positions himself. A huge hand reaches for your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. It feels like a punch to your gut when your eyes meet each other because you can tell you’re both thinking the same, thinking about how this is all so wrong, but feels so right whenever you guys do it.
He guides you to the full-body mirror you have standing on the right side of your bedroom. Persuading you to look at yourself while he stands behind you, almost two heads taller than you, your body just half as broad as his.
You feel his erection brushing against your butt and back. A calloused hand wraps around your neck, the other is buried in between your legs, flicking and massaging your clit.
"Look at you" he whispers into your ear, making eye contact with your reflection. "Do you see what I see?" he asks, the hand that was just gripping your neck now wrapped around your waist, kneading and holding every inch of your torso that he can reach. Your heart starts beating so fast you’re worried that he might hear it through your chest. He knows how much of an effect his sweet words and rough hands have on you.
"Do you see it?" he asks again. Impatiently, eagerly this time. His breaths are heavy, revealing how turned on he is. You wince as he gently bites your earlobe, followed by huffs and panting against the crease of your neck. At this point your brain’s no longer able to form words.
"You’re perfect" he mutters. You shiver at his words, mind hazy from the sounds he’s making and the looks he’s giving you. There’s something different in his gaze today. Hungrier than usual but softer. Sweat drips from his forehead and his pupils are blown, making you wonder what’s making him loose his composure that way.
Pressure coming from your pelvis area snaps your string of thoughts. You gasp as you see his fingers pushing down on your lower stomach in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes widen, flickering back up to his and there goes your heart racing from anticipation — finally he utters the words: "I’m gonna fill you all the way up to here".
Just moments later he has you bent over, stretching your folds open with his thumbs as he slowly buries his throbbing dick inside of you. A moan escapes the both of you the instant he bottoms out. His tip already braced against your spot makes your legs tremble. He notices and wraps one arm around your neck, the other around your waist to keep you steady.
In that position his dick is pushed even further up into you which makes you moan his name so loud your neighbors most definitely heard. Your head is buried in the crease of his arm, smushed against his bicep as he starts to viciously fuck your dripping pussy. "Yes baby keep moaning my name like that" he groans "Tell me how good I’m making you feel".
He’s just pounding away at you. Continuously hitting the spot that makes you see stars. After all these years of fucking he knows exactly which angle it takes for you to loose your mind. "Right there!" you cry out, gasping for air with your mouth hanging wide open. "I know baby, I know" he’s mocking you again, humiliating you even more by sticking his thumb inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Now he has you exactly he how he wants you. Gagging, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto his forearm, tears of pleasure blurring your vision. A mess. His mess. "Look at yourself!" he growls as he notices you slipping in and out of consciousness. "Don’t you fucking dare tap out".
"Oh fuck— Please!" you shout, just blurting out whatever your mind can make up. "Hush baby it’s okay you can take it" he muffles against your ear. Starting to pick up a torturous pace because he loves to see you wrecked. He squeezes your face together, forcing you to face him while he keeps at it.
"Open your fucking mouth" he demands and you obey, sticking your tongue out immediately because you know how he likes it. "Such a good girl" he exclaims in satisfaction before spitting into your gaping mouth. "Swallow".
His grip around your neck becomes tighter and you can see him gritting his teeth which let's you know that he’s close. You choke on the little air you’re able to inhale, using the rest of your energy to fuck back. He groans deeply, head thrown back, veins popping out the side of his neck as he does so.
He snaps back fast, eager to keep your gaze on the two of you’s reflections. "Fuck— Look at you" he smiles exhaustedly, fixated on a point on your lower body. You whine as you see it. Everytime he hits your cervix a bulge forms on your belly, reminding you that his promise to fill you up all the way is being kept. "Oh my fucking god— What the fuck Toji?! You’re so deep!" you babble away, just brain malfunctions disguised as words while he’s fucking you stupid. "Keep talking baby, I wanna hear all your nasty thoughts".
"Please let me cum baby" you pant, locking eyes with him through the reflection of the mirror. But no answer, just harder thrusts. "Please let me cum all over you— please" you beg but still nothing. You can feel him twitch inside of you. He’s just as close as you are. He pulls your head back, granting you a sloppy kiss, then finally answers: "Cum for me babygirl".
It hits you hard. Like a cataclysmic event, like fireworks all over your body as you finally let go. You can feel your walls flutter and clench around his girth. So hard you almost pass out but before that happens he makes sure that you hear him one more time: "You are so beautiful baby" he whispers out of breath, as you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
"I never wanna let you go".
a/n: this is kinda really fucking long because I just couldn’t stop myself 🤸🏽♀️Obviously the voicemail is heavily inspired by the song mentioned in the banner (go listen to it it’s worth it) Also hey guys I’m sorry it took me so long. A girl's been hella busy. Enjoy 🫶🏽
▶︎•၊၊||၊|။|||| Now playing:
Your toxic situationship with toji — turns out the dick is just way too good
cw: smut, pvssy eating, f¡ngering, unprotected piv, mirror play/sex , tummy bulge, size difference, choking, breath play if you squint, praising, slight humiliation/degradation, slight overstimulation, creamp¡e, agegap, p0rn with plot
pairing: Toji Fushiguro x fem!Reader
18+
It’s 3:25am and you haven’t had a wink of sleep. The pink lace nightgown you’re wearing is just another reminder of him and the way he has you wrapped around his finger. He’s bought it for you.
You’ve been with Toji for about three years now. Although you guys never got to the level of an actual established relationship he’s so possessive. Even the thought of being with another man makes you already pity the poor guy because Toji would probably break all his bones if he ever found out.
You get up and walk into the kitchen even more pissed off now that you see that the hotline of the old ass landline phone you still haven’t gotten rid of blinging. What are you? Some boomer? You think to yourself before pressing the play button knowing damn well it’s him sending you another corny apology voice mail.
A way too high pitched beep and the robotic automated voice message sounds: "You have four new messages" until you finally hear Tojis raspy voice on the other line of the network. He’s on one, you can tell. Just rambling away some white lies, trying to sweet talk his way back into your sheets. As always.
You kiss your teeth, skipping through three of the four messages he left until you reach the last one. Although you didn’t intend to actually listen to any of them this one catches your attention. He sounds different this time . Sincere, genuine, maybe even a little bit crushed. You let it play, walk to the cupboard to get some wine and a glass because you sure can’t handle his bullshit sober.
"I can’t stop thinking about all the times you used to come keep me company, told me you love me and just me. I know it took a while to trust me, I had to work for it…" you exhale harshly still baffled by the sheer audacity of this man.
"…still you don’t judge me…I love the way you touch me…" And there he goes. Knowing exactly how to make you weak. You feel your whole body fire up. Maybe it’s the wine you think but deep down you know the man has you all the way hooked. Hearing his voice doesn’t help, hearing him breathe heavily into the phone doesn’t help either it just makes everything worse.
But as hooked as you are you can’t get yourself to stop the message, ignore his words and just go back to sleep, so you continue listening: "It feels like I’m about to lose you… with all the shady shit I do to you… but I can’t get you out of my head" At this point he’s just talking whatever comes to mind. And it’s working. "…I’m telling you, you’re a blessing…".
Enough. You stop the recording. Chug half of the glass of wine and dial his number.
You’re almost ready to hang up when he finally picks up. He sure has a talent for keeping you waiting. "Always perfectly on time. I was just thinking of you" his voice is muffled, rustling in the background let's you know that he’s putting his cothes back on. It’s not the first time you catch him like this.
"Sure" you respond "Thinking of me while fucking another woman, you’re disgusting" you hiss, unable to hold back the trembling rage in your voice although you’ve sworn to never show vulnerability in moments like these again.
"Come on babygirl. I know that’s not the reason you called me" he hums arrogantly, simply to piss you off. "Ha! Why do you think I called then hm?" You ask, fuming, ready to blow up until you hear the absolute fucking audacity of this man: "Because you want me to fuck you stupid like the last time when you couldn’t stop cumming and creaming on my dick".
Silence. You can’t get yourself to respond because he hit it right on the head. You do want him to fuck you until your brain gives out, because he just does it so well.
"Yeah" he breaks the silence "Just as I thought. I’ll be there in fifteen".
And did. When it comes to fucking he never breaks promises so of course he’s on top of you now. Again. After you’ve sworn you won’t let him back in the last time you guys were having an argument. But the dick is just otherworldly.
He’s teasing you. Pressing kisses all over your inner thighs and your slit, letting your juices drip off his lips whenever he lifts his head to look at you. "You taste so good" he hums, desperate eyes watching you as he uses your slick to coat his fingers.
He licks it off, humming, almost grunting before pushing said fingers up into you. "Fuck" you whisper as he places wet kisses on your pussy, licking and sucking on your swollen clit. He doesn’t continue that for long because he loves seeing you all frustrated and horny for him.
He watches intently as your face twists in pleasure and you no longer hold back your whines. "Yes tell me all about it" he says mockingly. "Don’t hold back baby, tell me how much you’ve missed spilling all over my fingers".
His unoccupied hand scrambles up your face, squeezing your cheeks so much they make your lips form into a pout, then he rams his fingers against your spot so hard you’re already crying tears of pleasure.
A mean smirk forms on his lips and you can feel his tip leaking precum against your thigh, he’s getting more and more worked up by the minute. "My pretty fuckdoll" he laughs out then presses a sloppy kiss against your still pouty lips before finally letting go. Your cheek muscles ache so good it makes you gush even more, which doesn’t go unnoticed "You were made for this weren’t you" he comments.
He gets up, muscular thighs flexing as he positions himself. A huge hand reaches for your face, gently forcing you to look up at him. It feels like a punch to your gut when your eyes meet each other because you can tell you’re both thinking the same, thinking about how this is all so wrong, but feels so right whenever you guys do it.
He guides you to the full-body mirror you have standing on the right side of your bedroom. Persuading you to look at yourself while he stands behind you, almost two heads taller than you, your body just half as broad as his.
You feel his erection brushing against your butt and back. A calloused hand wraps around your neck, the other is buried in between your legs, flicking and massaging your clit.
"Look at you" he whispers into your ear, making eye contact with your reflection. "Do you see what I see?" he asks, the hand that was just gripping your neck now wrapped around your waist, kneading and holding every inch of your torso that he can reach. Your heart starts beating so fast you’re worried that he might hear it through your chest. He knows how much of an effect his sweet words and rough hands have on you.
"Do you see it?" he asks again. Impatiently, eagerly this time. His breaths are heavy, revealing how turned on he is. You wince as he gently bites your earlobe, followed by huffs and panting against the crease of your neck. At this point your brain’s no longer able to form words.
"You’re perfect" he mutters. You shiver at his words, mind hazy from the sounds he’s making and the looks he’s giving you. There’s something different in his gaze today. Hungrier than usual but softer. Sweat drips from his forehead and his pupils are blown, making you wonder what’s making him loose his composure that way.
Pressure coming from your pelvis area snaps your string of thoughts. You gasp as you see his fingers pushing down on your lower stomach in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes widen, flickering back up to his and there goes your heart racing from anticipation — finally he utters the words: "I’m gonna fill you all the way up to here".
Just moments later he has you bent over, stretching your folds open with his thumbs as he slowly buries his throbbing dick inside of you. A moan escapes the both of you the instant he bottoms out. His tip already braced against your spot makes your legs tremble. He notices and wraps one arm around your neck, the other around your waist to keep you steady.
In that position his dick is pushed even further up into you which makes you moan his name so loud your neighbors most definitely heard. Your head is buried in the crease of his arm, smushed against his bicep as he starts to viciously fuck your dripping pussy. "Yes baby keep moaning my name like that" he groans "Tell me how good I’m making you feel".
He’s just pounding away at you. Continuously hitting the spot that makes you see stars. After all these years of fucking he knows exactly which angle it takes for you to loose your mind. "Right there!" you cry out, gasping for air with your mouth hanging wide open. "I know baby, I know" he’s mocking you again, humiliating you even more by sticking his thumb inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Now he has you exactly he how he wants you. Gagging, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth onto his forearm, tears of pleasure blurring your vision. A mess. His mess. "Look at yourself!" he growls as he notices you slipping in and out of consciousness. "Don’t you fucking dare tap out".
"Oh fuck— Please!" you shout, just blurting out whatever your mind can make up. "Hush baby it’s okay you can take it" he muffles against your ear. Starting to pick up a torturous pace because he loves to see you wrecked. He squeezes your face together, forcing you to face him while he keeps at it.
"Open your fucking mouth" he demands and you obey, sticking your tongue out immediately because you know how he likes it. "Such a good girl" he exclaims in satisfaction before spitting into your gaping mouth. "Swallow".
His grip around your neck becomes tighter and you can see him gritting his teeth which let's you know that he’s close. You choke on the little air you’re able to inhale, using the rest of your energy to fuck back. He groans deeply, head thrown back, veins popping out the side of his neck as he does so.
He snaps back fast, eager to keep your gaze on the two of you’s reflections. "Fuck— Look at you" he smiles exhaustedly, fixated on a point on your lower body. You whine as you see it. Everytime he hits your cervix a bulge forms on your belly, reminding you that his promise to fill you up all the way is being kept. "Oh my fucking god— What the fuck Toji?! You’re so deep!" you babble away, just brain malfunctions disguised as words while he’s fucking you stupid. "Keep talking baby, I wanna hear all your nasty thoughts".
"Please let me cum baby" you pant, locking eyes with him through the reflection of the mirror. But no answer, just harder thrusts. "Please let me cum all over you— please" you beg but still nothing. You can feel him twitch inside of you. He’s just as close as you are. He pulls your head back, granting you a sloppy kiss, then finally answers: "Cum for me babygirl".
It hits you hard. Like a cataclysmic event, like fireworks all over your body as you finally let go. You can feel your walls flutter and clench around his girth. So hard you almost pass out but before that happens he makes sure that you hear him one more time: "You are so beautiful baby" he whispers out of breath, as you feel his cum dripping down your inner thighs.
"I never wanna let you go".
a/n: this is kinda really fucking long because I just couldn’t stop myself 🤸🏽♀️Obviously the voicemail is heavily inspired by the song mentioned in the banner (go listen to it it’s worth it) Also hey guys I’m sorry it took me so long. A girl's been hella busy. Enjoy 🫶🏽
My goodness thank y’all so much for 500+ likes on my higuruma fic, I’m stoked 🥹💖
Toji x reader toxic/agegap situationship (forbidden love) with lots of make-up smex anyone????? 👀
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they could never make me hate you <3
you’re doing an internship at higurumas law firm and he takes care of you after you failed your exam ⚖
cw: smut, sexual tension, praising (again ik sry), thigh riding, f!ngering, riding, office sex, creamp!e, teasing, agegap, fem reader is slightly dom
pairing: needy!c0ckblocked!higuruma x fem!reader
18+
You’re sobbing. Uncontrollably. Right in front of your boss. Right there in the chair he usually sits and now placed you down in because you almost passed out in his arms as soon as you walked in the door.
Somehow it was instinct to call him right after getting those devastating news but now that you think about it you feel stupid, embarrassed, exposed.
There he stands. Hot as usual, tie already loosened up because he was ready to close off the office right before you called. Tired eyes watching you in worry, flicking between the cup of tea he’s pouring and your teary face.
"Here" he breaks the silence "This’ll calm you down a bit" he says softly but still with a cold hint of professionalism while handing you the steaming cup.
"Thank you" you force out, ready to start breaking out in tears again. You take a sip trying to stop the drops from flowing down your hot cheeks but you can’t hold them.
"Hey" higuruma lowers himself to your level, the scent of his shampoo brushing your nose. "I know you’ve worked hard for this but trust me failing is not the end of the world" his voice is even softer now. His gaze makes you nervous so you take another sip to distract yourself.
The distraction doesn’t last for long because now he only gets closer. "I failed multiple times and look at me now…" a smile forms on his lips "Now I have a pretty intern sitting in my firm, in my chair after closing hours". Your eyes widen. He just called me pretty! Is the first thing you think of, feeling like a little girl who just got her favorite candy.
You blush, not able to hold back a laugh which also makes him laugh. "There she is". He reaches for your face, gently thumbing away the rest of the tears, his lips just inches away from yours.
He staggers, quickly drawing back, awkwardly leaning against the table behind him. "I’m sorry" he muffles, running his fingers through his dark hair - you’ve noticed he does that whenever he’s nervous - "That was inappropriate".
"You've done way more inappropriate things to me in my head so it’s okay" you blurt out, immediately flushing red after realizing what you just said to your boss.
Both of you just sit there silently for a second. You dare to swiftly look at higuruma and instantly regret it. He looks crushed. Fingers clenched firmly against the edge of the table, eyebrows furrowed. You almost can’t believe the sight in front of you. The usually so composed Higuruma is standing in front of you so turned on by a single naughty sentence that accidentally slipped from your lips that his face is flushed red.
Although it’s already loose he tugs at his tie so avidly that a button pops off his shirt exposing his flushed chest. "Fuck" he murmurs "Don’t do this to me" his voice almost has an begging tone to it now. You can’t help but smirk. You kinda like the way he looks right now. So pathetic and gullible. It makes you press your thighs together in desire.
"You’re the one who taught me to express myself clearly when in need of something". "So tell me what’s been bothering you Higuruma-san, I’m your subordinate after all" you babble away trying to seem confident about this situation even though you’re internally screaming.
No. He can’t confess. He can’t tell you that he’s been overworked and worked up simultaneously for weeks. That he has been secretly watching you across the room imagining what it would be like to rip off those slutty little outfits you’ve been wearing ever since you started your internship.
He can’t admit that his dick had been painfully hard throbbing against the fabric of his boxers whenever he would lean over you to help you with some papers all these weeks or that he hadn’t had a wink of sleep because all he could think of were you and your walls wrapped tightly around his girth.
He can’t tell you that he needs you. So he’ll just show you.
It all happens so fast you don’t even know how you ended up in his lap. Big veiny hands gripping the fat of your butt as he places wet kisses on your cleavage. You can’t help but rub your gushing folds against his thigh while he wraps his arm firmly around your waist. "Just like that" "Make yourself feel good. You deserve it" he huffs as he guides you and presses his thigh further up against your crotch.
"You’ve been such a good girl I don’t wanna see you cry over something so trivial" he coos softly, contradictory to his rough hands ripping open your blouse revealing the red lace bra you had put on earlier.
He stops, eyes glimmering with fiery passion as he fixates on your tits just bouncing up and down as you start humping the erection bulging through his pants. "So naughty" he whispers then shoves down the bra to start loving on your already hard nipples.
"You’re just perfect" he mumbles against them, sending shudders down your spine. "Higuruma-san" you moan softly catching him glare up at you hungrily as he sucks harder. You can tell he’s enjoying it by the way he looks at you. He’s the type to get aroused by giving pleasure more than receiving.
His cheek is braced against your side as he pulls up your skirt to reach for your panties. He pushes them aside and buries a thick long finger into your sticky pussy curling it deep inside you over and over again. Eager to catch all your facial expressions he locks eyes with you, finger fucking you harder to make sure not a single moan of yours escapes him. He stops as your moans grow louder and your hips start rolling on his fingers. "You can’t cum yet" he says, almost demanding.
"You need to ride me until you cum all over" he groans, trembling hands undoing his belt and zipper, finally releasing his dick from the agonizing fabric of his pants. It’s so hard it sits up prettily, ready for you to slam down on.
"Use my dick as you please" Higuruma pleads. He’s positioned himself, one arm crossed behind him, holding onto the backrest of the chair while the other one is clenched around his pulsating girth. "Yes sir" you chuckle, then slowly rub the tip against your twitching entrance.
You finally lower yourself onto him, watching him grip the cushion of the chair so firmly the white of his bones starts showing through the skin of his hand. "F-fuck" he utters. Jaw clenched, eyes pressed together as his hips uncontrollably twitch upwards. He’s so big it’s almost torturous, feeling your walls stretch open wider each time you push down further.
"Hurry" he begs. "Didn’t you tell me to use you as I please?" you answer panting, finally bottoming out. A long moan escapes the both of you. Before you know he’s slamming deep into you, strong hands pushing your hips down onto him simultaneously. "Higuru-, Fuck!, Slow Down! Too much!" you cry out. "I can’t. You feel so good". Both of his arms are firmly wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight you can’t even catch your breath anymore which makes the sensation even more intense.
You somehow manage to free yourself, pushing him back so he has no choice but to look up at you. You adjust yourself on the chair so you can ride him the way you want, pulling at his tie for stability. You chuckle as his gaze gets even more aroused. "You would look pretty with a leash on" you say, not even thinking about if that’s an inappropriate thing to say to your boss because at this point it really doesn’t matter.
You ride him so hard now his eyes roll back into his skull, his hands limb at your hips. Lewd skin slapping sounds are echoing through the office. "If you… continue… riding me like this… I’m gonna cum…inside of you" he manages to squeeze out in between heavy breaths. "Is that supposed be a threat?" you smirk at him while feeling yourself cream all over his throbbing dick.
"I’ve been wanting you for weeks" he confesses and finally releases. His legs tremble so much the vibration brushes against your swollen folds. Long deep moans escape him, chest lifting in a staggered rhythm.
He holds you, gently caressing your back. "Really it was my responsibility to make you feel better today" he whispers with a tired smile as he starts eagerly fucking his cum back into you
"I want to make you feel good so you won’t cry anymore".
a/n: *blasting over speakers* YUM YUM YUM GIRL STICK IT ON HIS TONGUE 🗣️🫦
you’re doing an internship at higurumas law firm and he takes care of you after you failed your exam ⚖
cw: smut, sexual tension, praising (again ik sry), thigh riding, f!ngering, riding, office sex, creamp!e, teasing, agegap, fem reader is slightly dom
pairing: needy!c0ckblocked!higuruma x fem!reader
18+
You’re sobbing. Uncontrollably. Right in front of your boss. Right there in the chair he usually sits and now placed you down in because you almost passed out in his arms as soon as you walked in the door.
Somehow it was instinct to call him right after getting those devastating news but now that you think about it you feel stupid, embarrassed, exposed.
There he stands. Hot as usual, tie already loosened up because he was ready to close off the office right before you called. Tired eyes watching you in worry, flicking between the cup of tea he’s pouring and your teary face.
"Here" he breaks the silence "This’ll calm you down a bit" he says softly but still with a cold hint of professionalism while handing you the steaming cup.
"Thank you" you force out, ready to start breaking out in tears again. You take a sip trying to stop the drops from flowing down your hot cheeks but you can’t hold them.
"Hey" higuruma lowers himself to your level, the scent of his shampoo brushing your nose. "I know you’ve worked hard for this but trust me failing is not the end of the world" his voice is even softer now. His gaze makes you nervous so you take another sip to distract yourself.
The distraction doesn’t last for long because now he only gets closer. "I failed multiple times and look at me now…" a smile forms on his lips "Now I have a pretty intern sitting in my firm, in my chair after closing hours". Your eyes widen. He just called me pretty! Is the first thing you think of, feeling like a little girl who just got her favorite candy.
You blush, not able to hold back a laugh which also makes him laugh. "There she is". He reaches for your face, gently thumbing away the rest of the tears, his lips just inches away from yours.
He staggers, quickly drawing back, awkwardly leaning against the table behind him. "I’m sorry" he muffles, running his fingers through his dark hair - you’ve noticed he does that whenever he’s nervous - "That was inappropriate".
"You've done way more inappropriate things to me in my head so it’s okay" you blurt out, immediately flushing red after realizing what you just said to your boss.
Both of you just sit there silently for a second. You dare to swiftly look at higuruma and instantly regret it. He looks crushed. Fingers clenched firmly against the edge of the table, eyebrows furrowed. You almost can’t believe the sight in front of you. The usually so composed Higuruma is standing in front of you so turned on by a single naughty sentence that accidentally slipped from your lips that his face is flushed red.
Although it’s already loose he tugs at his tie so avidly that a button pops off his shirt exposing his flushed chest. "Fuck" he murmurs "Don’t do this to me" his voice almost has an begging tone to it now. You can’t help but smirk. You kinda like the way he looks right now. So pathetic and gullible. It makes you press your thighs together in desire.
"You’re the one who taught me to express myself clearly when in need of something". "So tell me what’s been bothering you Higuruma-san, I’m your subordinate after all" you babble away trying to seem confident about this situation even though you’re internally screaming.
No. He can’t confess. He can’t tell you that he’s been overworked and worked up simultaneously for weeks. That he has been secretly watching you across the room imagining what it would be like to rip off those slutty little outfits you’ve been wearing ever since you started your internship.
He can’t admit that his dick had been painfully hard throbbing against the fabric of his boxers whenever he would lean over you to help you with some papers all these weeks or that he hadn’t had a wink of sleep because all he could think of were you and your walls wrapped tightly around his girth.
He can’t tell you that he needs you. So he’ll just show you.
It all happens so fast you don’t even know how you ended up in his lap. Big veiny hands gripping the fat of your butt as he places wet kisses on your cleavage. You can’t help but rub your gushing folds against his thigh while he wraps his arm firmly around your waist. "Just like that" "Make yourself feel good. You deserve it" he huffs as he guides you and presses his thigh further up against your crotch.
"You’ve been such a good girl I don’t wanna see you cry over something so trivial" he coos softly, contradictory to his rough hands ripping open your blouse revealing the red lace bra you had put on earlier.
He stops, eyes glimmering with fiery passion as he fixates on your tits just bouncing up and down as you start humping the erection bulging through his pants. "So naughty" he whispers then shoves down the bra to start loving on your already hard nipples.
"You’re just perfect" he mumbles against them, sending shudders down your spine. "Higuruma-san" you moan softly catching him glare up at you hungrily as he sucks harder. You can tell he’s enjoying it by the way he looks at you. He’s the type to get aroused by giving pleasure more than receiving.
His cheek is braced against your side as he pulls up your skirt to reach for your panties. He pushes them aside and buries a thick long finger into your sticky pussy curling it deep inside you over and over again. Eager to catch all your facial expressions he locks eyes with you, finger fucking you harder to make sure not a single moan of yours escapes him. He stops as your moans grow louder and your hips start rolling on his fingers. "You can’t cum yet" he says, almost demanding.
"You need to ride me until you cum all over" he groans, trembling hands undoing his belt and zipper, finally releasing his dick from the agonizing fabric of his pants. It’s so hard it sits up prettily, ready for you to slam down on.
"Use my dick as you please" Higuruma pleads. He’s positioned himself, one arm crossed behind him, holding onto the backrest of the chair while the other one is clenched around his pulsating girth. "Yes sir" you chuckle, then slowly rub the tip against your twitching entrance.
You finally lower yourself onto him, watching him grip the cushion of the chair so firmly the white of his bones starts showing through the skin of his hand. "F-fuck" he utters. Jaw clenched, eyes pressed together as his hips uncontrollably twitch upwards. He’s so big it’s almost torturous, feeling your walls stretch open wider each time you push down further.
"Hurry" he begs. "Didn’t you tell me to use you as I please?" you answer panting, finally bottoming out. A long moan escapes the both of you. Before you know he’s slamming deep into you, strong hands pushing your hips down onto him simultaneously. "Higuru-, Fuck!, Slow Down! Too much!" you cry out. "I can’t. You feel so good". Both of his arms are firmly wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight you can’t even catch your breath anymore which makes the sensation even more intense.
You somehow manage to free yourself, pushing him back so he has no choice but to look up at you. You adjust yourself on the chair so you can ride him the way you want, pulling at his tie for stability. You chuckle as his gaze gets even more aroused. "You would look pretty with a leash on" you say, not even thinking about if that’s an inappropriate thing to say to your boss because at this point it really doesn’t matter.
You ride him so hard now his eyes roll back into his skull, his hands limb at your hips. Lewd skin slapping sounds are echoing through the office. "If you… continue… riding me like this… I’m gonna cum…inside of you" he manages to squeeze out in between heavy breaths. "Is that supposed be a threat?" you smirk at him while feeling yourself cream all over his throbbing dick.
"I’ve been wanting you for weeks" he confesses and finally releases. His legs tremble so much the vibration brushes against your swollen folds. Long deep moans escape him, chest lifting in a staggered rhythm.
He holds you, gently caressing your back. "Really it was my responsibility to make you feel better today" he whispers with a tired smile as he starts eagerly fucking his cum back into you
"I want to make you feel good so you won’t cry anymore".
a/n: *blasting over speakers* YUM YUM YUM GIRL STICK IT ON HIS TONGUE 🗣️🫦
you’re doing an internship at higurumas law firm and he takes care of you after you failed your exam ⚖
cw: smut, sexual tension, praising (again ik sry), thigh riding, f!ngering, riding, office sex, creamp!e, teasing, agegap, unprotected piv, fem reader is slightly dom
pairing: needy!c0ckblocked!higuruma x fem!reader
18+
You’re sobbing. Uncontrollably. Right in front of your boss. Right there in the chair he usually sits and now placed you down in because you almost passed out in his arms as soon as you walked in the door.
Somehow it was instinct to call him right after getting those devastating news but now that you think about it you feel stupid, embarrassed, exposed.
There he stands. Hot as usual, tie already loosened up because he was ready to close off the office right before you called. Tired eyes watching you in worry, flicking between the cup of tea he’s pouring and your teary face.
"Here" he breaks the silence "This’ll calm you down a bit" he says softly but still with a cold hint of professionalism while handing you the steaming cup.
"Thank you" you force out, ready to start breaking out in tears again. You take a sip trying to stop the drops from flowing down your hot cheeks but you can’t hold them.
"Hey" higuruma lowers himself to your level, the scent of his shampoo brushing your nose. "I know you’ve worked hard for this but trust me failing is not the end of the world" his voice is even softer now. His gaze makes you nervous so you take another sip to distract yourself.
The distraction doesn’t last for long because now he only gets closer. "I failed multiple times and look at me now…" a smile forms on his lips "Now I have a pretty intern sitting in my firm, in my chair after closing hours". Your eyes widen. He just called me pretty! Is the first thing you think of, feeling like a little girl who just got her favorite candy.
You blush, not able to hold back a laugh which also makes him laugh. "There she is". He reaches for your face, gently thumbing away the rest of the tears, his lips just inches away from yours.
He staggers, quickly drawing back, awkwardly leaning against the table behind him. "I’m sorry" he muffles, running his fingers through his dark hair - you’ve noticed he does that whenever he’s nervous - "That was inappropriate".
"You've done way more inappropriate things to me in my head so it’s okay" you blurt out, immediately flushing red after realizing what you just said to your boss.
Both of you just sit there silently for a second. You dare to swiftly look at higuruma and instantly regret it. He looks crushed. Fingers gripping the edge of the table, eyebrows furrowed. You almost can’t believe the sight in front of you. The usually so composed Higuruma is standing in front of you so turned on by a single naughty sentence that accidentally slipped from your lips that his face is flushed red.
Although it’s already loose he tugs at his tie so avidly that a button pops off his shirt exposing his flushed chest. "Fuck" he murmurs "Don’t do this to me" his voice almost has an begging tone to it now. You can’t help but smirk. You kinda like the way he looks right now. So pathetic and gullible. It makes you press your thighs together in desire.
"You’re the one who taught me to express myself clearly when in need of something". "So tell me what’s been bothering you Higuruma-san, I’m your subordinate after all" you babble away trying to seem confident about this situation even though you’re internally screaming.
No. He can’t confess. He can’t tell you that he’s been overworked and worked up simultaneously for weeks. That he has been secretly watching you across the room imagining what it would be like to rip off those slutty little outfits you’ve been wearing ever since you started your internship.
He can’t admit that his dick had been painfully hard throbbing against the fabric of his boxers whenever he would lean over you to help you with some papers all these weeks or that he hadn’t had a wink of sleep because all he could think of were you and your walls wrapped tightly around his girth.
He can’t tell you that he needs you. So he’ll just show you.
It all happens so fast you don’t even know how you ended up in his lap. Big veiny hands gripping the fat of your butt as he places wet kisses on your cleavage. You can’t help but rub your gushing folds against his thigh while he wraps his arm firmly around your waist. "Just like that" "Make yourself feel good. You deserve it" he huffs as he guides you and presses his thigh further up against your crotch.
"You’ve been such a good girl I don’t wanna see you cry over something so trivial" he coos softly, contradictory to his rough hands ripping open your blouse revealing the red lace bra you had put on earlier.
He stops, eyes glimmering with fiery passion as he fixates on your tits just bouncing up and down as you start humping the erection bulging through his pants. "So naughty" he whispers then shoves down the bra to start loving on your already hard nipples.
"You’re just perfect" he mumbles against them, sending shudders down your spine. "Higuruma-san" you moan softly catching him glare up at you hungrily as he sucks harder. You can tell he’s enjoying it by the way he looks at you. He’s the type to get aroused by giving pleasure more than receiving.
His cheek is braced against your side as he pulls up your skirt to reach for your panties. He pushes them aside and buries a thick long finger into your sticky pussy curling it deep inside you over and over again. Eager to catch all your facial expressions he locks eyes with you, finger fucking you harder to make sure not a single moan of yours escapes him. He stops as your moans grow louder and your hips start rolling on his fingers. "You can’t cum yet" he says, almost demanding.
"You need to ride me until you cum all over" he groans, trembling hands undoing his belt and zipper, finally releasing his dick from the agonizing fabric of his pants. It’s so hard it sits up prettily, ready for you to slam down on.
"Use my dick as you please" Higuruma pleads. He’s positioned himself, one arm crossed behind him, holding onto the backrest of the chair while the other one is clenched around his pulsating girth. "Yes sir" you chuckle, then slowly rub the tip against your twitching entrance.
You finally lower yourself onto him, watching him grip the cushion of the chair so hard the white of his bones starts showing through the skin of his hand. "F-fuck" he utters. Jaw clenched, eyes pressed together as his hips uncontrollably twitch upwards. He’s so big it’s almost torturous, feeling your walls stretch open wider each time you push down further.
"Hurry" he begs. "Didn’t you tell me to use you as I please?" you answer panting, finally bottoming out. A long moan escapes the both of you. Before you know he’s slamming deep into you, strong hands pushing your hips down onto him simultaneously. "Higuru-, Fuck!, Slow Down! Too much!" you cry out. "I can’t. You feel so good". Both of his arms are firmly wrapped around you, squeezing you so tight you can’t even catch your breath anymore which makes the sensation even more intense.
You somehow manage to free yourself, pushing him back so he has no choice but to look up at you. You adjust yourself on the chair so you can ride him the way you want, pulling at his tie for stability. You chuckle as his gaze gets even more aroused. "You would look pretty with a leash on" you say, not even thinking about if that’s an inappropriate thing to say to your boss because at this point it really doesn’t matter.
You ride him so hard now his eyes roll back into his skull, his hands limb at your hips. Lewd skin slapping sounds are echoing through the office. "If you… continue… riding me like this… I’m gonna cum…inside of you" he manages to squeeze out in between heavy breaths. "Is that supposed be a threat?" you smirk at him while feeling yourself cream all over his throbbing dick.
"I’ve been wanting you for weeks" he confesses and finally releases. His legs tremble so much the vibration brushes against your swollen folds. Long deep moans escape him, chest lifting in a staggered rhythm.
He holds you, gently caressing your back. "Really it was my responsibility to make you feel better today" he whispers with a tired smile as he starts eagerly fucking his cum back into you
"I want to make you feel good so you won’t cry anymore".
a/n: *blasting over speakers* YUM YUM YUM GIRL STICK IT ON HIS TONGUE 🗣️🫦
size difference in front of the mirror with toji
toji fushiguro, was huge in every way that counted. tall, insane muscles, hands that engulfed yours whenever he held them.
so it wasn't a surprise that you were dangling in his arms whenever he fucked you in front of the mirror.
toji's chest was pressed firmly against your back. one of his large hands gripped your jaw, forcing you to watch as every inch of him sank into your greedy cunt. his other hand wrapped around you so tight, forcing you to stay in place, forcing you to feel all of him with no escape.
"look at you.. i'm practically splittin' you in half with how big my cock is," toji said in your ear, his voice thick with desire.
"see how tiny this pretty pussy is? i'm stretching you out reallll good right now.." his cock was stretching your poor pussy out more then you could handle. it was so overwhelming, but it felt so good.
toji wasn't moving yet, slowly easing himself into you so that you wouldn't run away immediately.
"f-fuck… 'ji! i-i- can't" you whimpered, your back arching when he rubs against that spot inside of you so good. "'s too much!" you continued babbling, but toji forced his thumb inside of your mouth, forcing it open so that you couldn't talk anymore.
"shhhh… just take it for me, yeah?" he mumbled against your skin, licking your ear. then, in one long and deeeep thurst, he bottomed out inside of you. he pulled all the way back up from the tip, and thrusted right back in. over, and over with a bruising pace that left you shaking in his arms.
you couldn't even tell him to stop because all you could do was drool all over his hand like a slut.
"look at how well you're taking me… like she's made for me." he groans as your syrupy, clenching, wet walls begin to tighten around him already.
toji's hand forces you to look in the mirror, and gods, you're so intoxicated by the sight of him envoloping you. a broken moan tears of your throat his time when you buck your hips against him. his hand around your jaw leaves, and instead? he crushes your face with his bicep, headlocking you in place. his free hand slides down and his calloused fingers rub slow circles on your clit.
its too much, but still not enough.
toji's pace is brutual now, hips snapping faster then you can process, the fat of your ass squishing against him as your cunt drools all over him, his precum mixing with your slick and it all drips down between your thighs.
your finger nails dig into his bicep, trying to find any purchase, anything to take the pleasure out on.
"'ji..! please— i can't!" you moaned against his bicep.
"don't care— you're taking every inch." toji's voice was gruff now, strained from fucking you like crazy. his fat tip was hitting your cervix, making you see stars with every bruising thurst.
"i'm gonna—" you whined against him, scratching at his bicep now. toji's fingers rubbed harder now, the pleasure coiling in your stomach was read to snap.
"cum for me, pretty girl," his voice was hoarse, his own hips stuttering as your orgasm washed over you, waves so intense that your jaw goes slack and you drool on his arm. toji holds you up effortlessly, his own release coming moments later as he buries himself deep inside you with a guttural groan.
you're still shaking in his arms when you see that stupid smirk of his in the mirror.
"can you do another round? for me, doll." he asks, his cock already hardening inside of you again, the shaft throbbing inside you, and you knew you wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
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don't worry girl it's totally okay to just lay on your bed all day scrolling through tumblr for smuts of fictional men
filming nasty slutty sex with hakari in his gambling room cause that’s yall‘s favorite way of making money ♡⸝⸝
pairing: kinji hakari x fem!reader
cw: smut, praising, squ¡rting, sex-tape, face-f*cking, throatpie
a/n: this is horribly written this transpired out of pure gluttony and lust ngl lmao. Not proof-read, probably lots of typos, random change in tenses, brace yourselves lol
18+
You knock on the steel door of that stupid room of his where all he does is watch his stupid fights, drinks his stupid whiskey and stupidly fucks the shit out of you.
Hakari always keeps that door locked, he doesn’t like being disturbed on whatever foolish activity he has going on in there.
You pull down the tight dress you put on for him knowing he goes dumb over your curves. He loves that dress because it’s so fitted it rattles up your thighs whenever you walk giving him an extra good view of your ass cheeks.
You’re wearing no panties - of course - already pressing your thighs together hoping your slick doesn’t start dripping down your legs.
You’ve been edging yourself to your latest videos of him and you the whole day. Drooling at the thought of his fat dick splitting you in half again.
"Hol' on shawty" you hear him from inside the room, voice raspy from the liquor. A few key rattles and clicks from the lock until the door finally flings open greeting you with the familiar scent of cologne and whiskey.
The white tank top he’s wearing perfectly hugs his muscular build just like that damn black fur coat only he can pull off.
He scans you before hugging you tight. Given he’s taller than you your face gets suffocated between his pecks. "Hhm look at you pretty" he muffles into your neck, arm fully wrapped around your waist. "Kin!" you mumble, trying to free yourself from his embrace. "You’re ruining my make up!" He lets go laughing. "Sorry baby but you know it’s gonna get ruined anyway". There he goes with that sexy smirk of his, knowing it makes your knees all weak when he gives you those kinds of looks.
He steps aside letting you walk in first admiring your rear before locking the door behind him. Traces of sweet perfume still hover in the air, making the room feel a little more inviting than usual. "Where’s Kirara?" you ask, immediately regretting such a stupid question. "She just left for her date" he responds, tossing his coat onto the sofa before pouring the both of you cups of Sake.
Kirara and Hakari had agreed on an open relationship ever since they started dating. Although you knew that, you still sometimes felt bad since Kirara was a good friend of yours.
"Well why did you call? Low on money?" you ask to distract yourself from any more guiltful thoughts. "Nah" he responds, handing the cup over, locking eyes with you while both of you take a sip. "I just wanted to see you pretty". Even though you couldn’t help yourself from feeling flattered you rolled your eyes at him, a smile forming on your lips right after.
He chuckles, then places his cup on the coffee table across the sofa. "Now…" he starts, hungry eyes scanning you again "Why don’t you get on your knees and put on a show for me hm?" "It’s already recording". You hadn’t noticed the phone resting on top of a drawer until now. "Don’t act shy now, this ain’t your first time being a slut on camera" he says teasingly.
Enough said. You finally got on your knees. Slowly lowering yourself on the ground not breaking eye contact with Hakari knowing it gets him all riled up. He’s already groping your hair ready to push his inches down your throat. "Hhmm girl look at you behaving well for me" he hums, placing a wet kiss on your forehead.
Excitement builds up inside you as you pull down his pants, locking eyes with the huge bulge in front of you. The moment you pull down his boxers you almost get knocked out by his girth. You pause for a second, fully taking in the beauty unfolding in front of your eyes before taking it balls deep down your throat.
"Fuck baby" was his response to that, second hand already tangled up in your hair. His groans make your already soaked folds gush even more. You feel your walls clench as he gently pushes his hips forward, pacing his rhythm according to yours.
You reach up dragging your hand over his washboard-like abs feeling them flex everytime he fucks into your mouth, slit eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. He notices your eagerness and pulls up his top biting on the hem of it so it doesn’t fall back down. Muffled groans escape him as his movements become rougher.
The shirt slips from his teeth and the tears that start forming on your waterline don’t go unnoticed: "Yes cry for me pretty girl" "Open wider" he demands and you do as he pleases, trying your best to not split the corners of your mouth open. "Good girl. Now tongue out" is the last thing you hear before he has you gagging and salivating all over him. Thick strands of spit start dripping from your lips onto your dress making it stick even more onto your stiff nipples.
You can’t help but reach down and fondle your clit as his moans grow louder. He has his head thrown back now, hands still gingerly cupped around your cheeks as he pumps thick hot cum down your throat. "Good job princess" he drags out in between heavy breaths before giving you a rewarding kiss.
A string of saliva drags from both of your mouths when he finally breaks the kiss to carry you to the sofa. He sits down placing you in his lap then squeezes your cheeks together shoving your head towards the phone recording. "Look at you still so pretty with all that make up running down your face" "You’re gonna make us so much money" he chuckles then spreads your legs running a thick finger over your slutty pussy which makes you whimper. "This is how I like you best. All messy and wet for me" he murmurs into your ear his breath sending tingles down your spine.
He teases you. Fingers dragging across your clit again and again, fondling and spreading your folds until you‘re just a squirming mess in his lap. "Kinjiii" you drag out pathetically. He stops knowing it will get you riled up even more. "Do you want me to put it in?". You nod eagerly, whining against his chest.
He gets up placing you exactly how he wants you. All spread open for him, your shins pressed against the cool leather of the backrest of the sofa. "Such a desperate girl, look at you twitchin', all ready for this dick" he huffs while pumping himself into his fist. You can tell that he’s fully gone now. Sweaty body flushed with red spots from arousal, jaw clenched, pupils blown. He watches you play with yourself not able to hold back a grunt at the sight in front of him.
He finally lowers himself gently placing your legs on his shoulders. "Look at me baby" he whispers sweetly before slowly stretching you out with his disrespectfully big dick. You can’t help but moan loudly, convinced that the whole building must’ve heard. You notice him shiver, both eyes and teeth squeezed tightly together which makes him look so pathetically sexy on top of you.
He starts thrusting deep into you, the lewd sound of skin slapping onto skin echoing through the room makes your walls tighten up around his girth. "F-fuck girl!" he stutters "You gon‘ make me cum already if you don’t stop gripping like that". He hovers over you, wrapping his arms around one of your thighs, burying his fingertips into your skin so deep they might leave a mark.
He pumps into you, continuously hitting your spot making you see stars "Oh god! Fuck!" you cry out, tongue stupidly lolling out of your mouth. "Look at you taking me so well" he huffs, pressing down on your belly making you moan so loud you almost scream. "I’m all the way up here".
You feel him grow closer inside of you. Veiny length pulsating against your walls, cum ready to be released into you. Before that happens and very much to your disappointment he stops. With a quick movement you’re in the air, his big strong arms wrapped around your thighs, your back braced against his firm chest. "Let’s show them how pretty you are" he says smirking while having you spread open for the camera.
You gasp, slightly surprised that he could pick and hold you up so easily. He pumps into you gently dropping you on his dick over and over. In this position he reaches even deeper making you fully lose your composure. "You feel so good baby - shit!" he curses knowing his praise will only push you further onto the edge. "Y-yes! Right there!" you cry out feeling an unfamiliar but amazing sensation building up inside. "Kin wait I think I need to-" "Shh baby" he cuts you off, thrusting even harder now. "All you need to do is relax and cum for me".
At this point you’re just a whimpering soggy mess ready to collapse onto Hakaris dick. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you finally give in to the sensation, gushing all over the floor. He’s pulled out holding your trembling body up firmly so you won’t slip from him. Cum dripping from his dick. "Fuck yes" he pants, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you uncontrollably soaking his floor.
"Thereee you go, such a good girl!" he praises while gently setting you down on the ground, still holding you so you don’t collapse from your trembling legs.
He places another kiss on your forehead before finally stopping the recording. "Can’t wait to upload this" he mumbles while typing something into the phone then gives you the most stupidly sweet smile.
"Come on girl, sit on my face as a reward for being such a money magnet".
a/n: do I have a praising kink? Yes. Is it obvious? Yes. Do I care? No. Lowkey wrote this bc imagined him talking me through it
filming nasty slutty sex with hakari in his gambling room cause that’s yall‘s favorite way of making money ♡⸝⸝
pairing: kinji hakari x fem!reader
cw: smut, praising, squ¡rting, sex-tape, face-f*cking, throatpie
a/n: this is horribly written this transpired out of pure gluttony and lust ngl lmao. Not proof-read, probably lots of typos, random change in tenses, brace yourselves lol
18+
You knock on the steel door of that stupid room of his where all he does is watch his stupid fights, drinks his stupid whiskey and stupidly fucks the shit out of you.
Hakari always keeps that door locked, he doesn’t like being disturbed on whatever foolish activity he has going on in there.
You pull down the tight dress you put on for him knowing he goes dumb over your curves. He loves that dress because it’s so fitted it rattles up your thighs whenever you walk giving him an extra good view of your ass cheeks.
You’re wearing no panties - of course - already pressing your thighs together hoping your slick doesn’t start dripping down your legs.
You’ve been edging yourself to your latest videos of him and you the whole day. Drooling at the thought of his fat dick splitting you in half again.
"Hol' on shawty" you hear him from inside the room, voice raspy from the liquor. A few key rattles and clicks from the lock until the door finally flings open greeting you with the familiar scent of cologne and whiskey.
The white tank top he’s wearing perfectly hugs his muscular build just like that damn black fur coat only he can pull off.
He scans you before hugging you tight. Given he’s taller than you your face gets suffocated between his pecks. "Hhm look at you pretty" he muffles into your neck, arm fully wrapped around your waist. "Kin!" you mumble, trying to free yourself from his embrace. "You’re ruining my make up!" He lets go laughing. "Sorry baby but you know it’s gonna get ruined anyway". There he goes with that sexy smirk of his, knowing it makes your knees all weak when he gives you those kinds of looks.
He steps aside letting you walk in first admiring your rear before locking the door behind him. Traces of sweet perfume still hover in the air, making the room feel a little more inviting than usual. "Where’s Kirara?" you ask, immediately regretting such a stupid question. "She just left for her date" he responds, tossing his coat onto the sofa before pouring the both of you cups of Sake.
Kirara and Hakari had agreed on an open relationship ever since they started dating. Although you knew that, you still sometimes felt bad since Kirara was a good friend of yours.
"Well why did you call? Low on money?" you asked to distract yourself from any more guiltful thoughts. "Nah" he responds, handing the cup over, locking eyes with you while both of you take a sip. "I just wanted to see you pretty". Even though you couldn’t help yourself from feeling flattered you rolled your eyes at him, a smile forming on your lips right after.
He chuckles, then places his cup on the coffee table across the sofa. "Now…" he starts, hungry eyes scanning you again "Why don’t you get on your knees and put on a show for me hm?" "It’s already recording". You hadn’t noticed the phone resting on top of a drawer until now. "Don’t act shy now, this ain’t your first time being a slut on camera" he says teasingly.
Enough said. You finally got on your knees. Slowly lowering yourself on the ground not breaking eye contact with Hakari knowing it gets him all riled up. He’s already groping your hair ready to push his inches down your throat. "Hhmm girl look at you behaving well for me" he hummed placing a wet kiss on your forehead.
Excitement builds up inside you as you pull down his pants, locking eyes with the huge bulge in front of you. The moment you pull down his boxers you almost get knocked out by his girth. You pause for a second, fully taking in the beauty unfolding in front of your eyes before taking it balls deep down your throat.
"Fuck baby" was his response to that, second hand already tangled up in your hair. His groans make your already soaked folds gush even more. You feel your walls clench as he gently pushes his hips forward, pacing his rhythm according to yours.
You reach up dragging your hand over his washboard-like abs feeling them flex everytime he fucks into your mouth, slit eyebrows furrowing in pleasure. He notices your eagerness and pulls up his top biting on the hem of it so it doesn’t fall back down. Muffled groans escape him as his movements become rougher.
The shirt slips from his teeth and the tears that start forming on your waterline don’t go unnoticed: "Yes cry for me pretty girl" "Open wider" he demands and you do as he pleases, trying your best to not split the corners of your mouth open. "Good girl. Now tongue out" is the last thing you hear before he has you gagging and salivating all over him. Thick strands of spit start dripping from your lips onto your dress making it stick even more onto your stiff nipples.
You can’t help but reach down and fondle your clit as his moans grow louder. He has his head thrown back now, hands still gingerly cupped around your cheeks as he pumps thick hot cum down your throat. "Good job princess" he drags out in between heavy breaths before giving you a rewarding kiss.
A string of saliva drags from both of your mouths when he finally breaks the kiss to carry you to the sofa. He sits down placing you in his lap then squeezes your cheeks together shoving your head towards the phone recording. "Look at you still so pretty with all that make up running down your face" "You’re gonna make us so much money" he chuckles then spreads your legs running a thick finger over your slutty pussy which makes you whimper. "This is how I like you best. All messy and wet for me" he murmurs into your ear his breath sending tingles down your spine.
He teases you. Fingers dragging across your clit again and again, fondling and spreading your folds until your just a squirming mess in his lap. "Kinjiii" you drag out pathetically. He stops knowing it will get you riled up even more. "Do you want me to put it in?". You nod eagerly, whining against his chest.
He gets up placing you exactly how he wants you. All spread open for him, your shins pressed against the cool leather of the backrest of the sofa. "Such a desperate girl, look at you twitchin', all ready for this dick" he huffs while pumping himself into his fist. You can tell that he’s fully gone now. Sweaty body flushed with red spots from arousal, jaw clenched, pupils blown. He watches you play with yourself not able to hold back a grunt at the sight in front of him.
He finally lowers himself gently placing your legs on his shoulders. "Look at me baby" he whispers sweetly before slowly stretching you out with his disrespectfully big dick. You can’t help but moan loudly, convinced that the whole building must’ve heard. You notice him shiver, both eyes and teeth squeezed tightly together which makes him look so pathetically sexy on top of you.
He starts thrusting deep into you, the lewd sound of skin slapping onto skin echoing through the room makes your walls tighten up around his girth. "F-fuck girl!" he stutters "You gon‘ make me cum already if you don’t stop gripping like that". He hovers over you, wrapping his arms around one of your thighs, burying his fingertips into your skin so deep they might leave a mark.
He pumps into you, continuously hitting your spot making you see stars "Oh god! Fuck!" you cry out, tongue stupidly lolling out of your mouth. "Look at you taking me so well" he huffs, pressing down on your belly making you moan so loud you almost scream. "I’m all the way up here".
You feel him grow closer inside of you. Veiny length pulsating against your walls, cum ready to be released into you. Before that happens and very much to your disappointment he stops. With a quick movement you’re in the air, his big strong arms wrapped around your thighs, your back braced against his firm chest. "Let’s show them how pretty you are" he says smirking while having you spread open for the camera.
You gasp, slightly surprised that he could pick and hold you up so easily. He pumps into you gently dropping you on his dick over and over. In this position he reaches even deeper making you fully lose your composure. "You feel so good baby - shit!" he curses knowing his praise will only push you further onto the edge. "Y-yes! Right there!" you cry out feeling an unfamiliar but amazing sensation building up inside. "Kin wait I think I need to-" "Shh baby" he cuts you off, thrusting even harder now. "All you need to do is relax and cum for me".
At this point you’re just a whimpering soggy mess ready to collapse onto Hakaris dick. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you finally give in to the sensation, gushing all over the floor. He’s pulled out holding your trembling body up firmly so you won’t slip from him. Cum dripping from his dick. "Fuck yes" he pants, thoroughly enjoying the sight of you uncontrollably soaking his floor.
"Thereee you go, such a good girl!" he praises while gently setting you down on the ground, still holding you so you don’t collapse from your trembling legs.
He places another kiss on your forehead before finally stopping the recording. "Can’t wait to upload this" he mumbles while typing something into the phone then gives you the most stupidly sweet smile.
"Come on girl, sit on my face as a reward for being such a money magnet".
a/n: do I have a praising kink? Yes. Is it obvious? Yes. Do I care? No. Lowkey wrote this bc imagined him talking me through it
