Author Note(s): Man, after writing this, it lowkey makes me want to rewrite the Bucci crew. Funnily enough, it felt like it was easier to write for La Squadra vs Bucci Gang LMAO. Also I miss the way I did HCs for Gachiakuta, I forgot to do it with two other fics so I'm bringing it back.
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Warning(s): None, it's just general fluff, slightly suggestive on Formaggio's part, (it's Formaggio, what do we expect?/silly). Gender neutral reader, chubby/fat reader mentions (even though I generally write specifically for chubbier/fat readers). Not 100% proof read, so apologies for any minor errors.
Happy Pride Month btw guys! 💙🏳️🌈
Word Count: 1,167.
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₊˚⊹ ᰔ Risotto Nero
𖹭 Risotto is a man married to his work unfortunately, but it's an unhappy marriage let's be for real.
𖹭 If he did have a S/O, it would have to be someone extremely patient with him. He's another man who could be with someone who works with him or doesn't. He does actively avoid having any relationships with civilians, but one can always work their ways into his heart.
𖹭 He just wants someone to collapse onto and relax completely around. So a lot of stability and security, along with a lot of patience since, again, he is the leader of La Squadra and is VERY busy.
𖹭 Loves someone with some fat on their body too, enjoys the contrast between his hard physique and their soft one. (He's lowkey obsessed with it.)
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Prosciutto
𖹭 Prosciutto is a very dominant man who takes control as much as he can, really, the only man he's ever really listening to is Risotto. He prefers someone more submissive to him, though, when they do challenge him? It gives him the thrill (or migraine) to put them back in their place.
𖹭 I don't believe he is a man who wants complete submission, he wants a little kick back, because, as much as he hates to admit it, he can be wrong too.
𖹭 He would call his S/O a brat when they do have a rebellious streak, but both parties enjoy it with one another, even if he doesn't show it.
𖹭 He tries to handle issues mostly on his own, because that's what he's used to, carrying his own problems with others. But with someone so insistent, he learns that he can share the burden as well, and it makes him feel deeper in love with his S/O.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Formaggio
𖹭 One word. Spicy.
𖹭 Okay, so, he's really into someone with a lot of sass and who doesn't put up with bullshit. Especially his bullshit. Bickering is his #1 favorite activity and if someone can match it, or better yet, put him in his place? He's all for it honestly. (He's a bottom, sue me.)
𖹭 Formaggio needs to be put in his place since he's a little shit all the time. But he also I think he does appreciate the few rare moments of softness.
𖹭 As much as it seems odd to say, I think he'd be attracted to someone who is jaded and has a lot of problems of their own. He knows he can handle it, and he also does enjoy helping in changing their perspective if he's able to contribute to that. He enjoys the challenge of it. He can either make his S/O better or worse, and he's all for it, (he's into that toxic love guys).
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Illuso
𖹭 When it comes to Illuso, he's an arrogant, smug and condescending bastard, but I believe it's a front, in a way. He hates vulnerability a lot, but someone humble this man. He radiates insecurity under all of that guise he has, and I feel like he needs someone who knows how to break down his walls.
𖹭 A S/O who doesn't put up with bullshit, (like Formaggio's S/O), and who is calculating in how to break a person down would probably be a good match for Illuso.
𖹭 It would probably take forever, but with patience and persistence, there's a softer, quieter side to him. He wouldn't really be one to talk about his feelings, he will ALWAYS struggle with that, but he would at least put in the effort to listen to you when you speak.
𖹭 Illuso isn't an easy one, but his S/O doesn't do easy. They're in it for the long run, and truly love him enough to stick around.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Ghiaccio
𖹭 Ghiaccio needs someone who can handle his angry outbursts and someone who's able to talk him down from his highs. Man is constantly on edge, so he needs someone to relax him. Patience and warmth is key for this man.
𖹭 He will never direct his anger at his S/O and makes a lot of effort to never do so. He would rather gnaw his own foot off before hurting his lover's feelings. With that being said, he would NOT ever be with someone who consistently teases or makes fun of him. A little light hearted teasing here and there is fine, he knows it comes from a place of love. But if it's consistent, he's really not interested.
𖹭 He is also into a person with intelligence, though he does get the thrill of teaching someone as well if they don't understand something, (although, he does get a little pissy here and there). Do not ever say Venice with this man, for your own and everyone else's sake, never even mention Venice.
𖹭 The #1 fat person lover. Loves gripping onto their fat, and LOVES how warm they are. He's a cold man, and I'm sure it can be a little exhausting being cold all the time, so he's curled up into your warmth a lot when there's free time.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Melone
𖹭 For Melone, honestly, he'd love it if his S/O is someone who listens to his ramblings and is just as interested in human biology, genetics and reproduction as he is.
𖹭 Someone who can rant with him for hours on end makes him feel a little freaky…
𖹭 But for real, he just finds intelligence so sexy, it's just his type, but combined with confidence?? Oh he's having the time of his life.
𖹭 I think he's kind of scared of having kids of his own, but actively fantasizes about starting a family with you. Your decision would be the final verdict but he's fine with either decision, he can live without having kids.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Pesci
𖹭 This sweetie needs a sweetie himself.
𖹭 Pesci, oh Pesci, this poor man has a lot of insecurities, so he finds a lot of safety and comfort in someone who is secure in themselves and offers stability as well. Someone who is able to handle when he is down on himself and quick to correct him when he's spiraling.
𖹭 This REALLY helps his confidence and makes him flourish into the man he's meant to be.
𖹭 Another man obsessed with his S/O being chubby, god it drives him crazy in the best way. LOOOOVES to cuddle so much, favorite part of his day.
₊˚⊹ ᰔ Sorbert & Gelato
𖹭 They're each other's type (LOL).
𖹭 But in all seriousness, I believe they would want to find someone to balance their clashing personalities.
𖹭 Sorbert is sharp and calculating, comes off as the cold and cruel type, while Gelato comes off as more chaotic and manic, although he's a little friendlier than Sorbert is.
𖹭 A S/O who has a good head on their shoulders, able to be calculative but a risk-taker themselves would fit the couple best if they did open up their relationship.
𖹭 I don't know why, but I can also see their S/O also being an anxious type as well. I feel like they'd eat that up.
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☆ lots of fights (Formaggio is always at the crime scene 💔)
^ even tho they do fight...like a lot they do genuinely care for each other
☆ they are NOT diavolos favorite team
☆ they all basically live at the base
☆ I feel like they are kinda a mix of always sunny in Philadelphia and Workaholics (but they actually do the work)
☆ sleepovers teehee
☆ the WORST people you'll ever meet (- pesci bc he's chill)
☆ they ALL have family issues
☆ zesty group
☆ if one gets sick, the rest are COOKED (it's usually risotto who has to take care of the team)
☆ moive nights are a big thing
^ if not moive nights they do enjoy going out if they have enough money
☆ they have la squadra gc that's originally just for missions but they use it for bullshit now
☆ they did NOT die
☆ when they go out for drinks, OH THEY GET WASTEDDD
☆ has tried to go poly but that ended horribly
^ jealous bitches all of them
☆ truth or dare go crazy with them
☆ risotto and prosciutto often feel like parents talking care of 7 mentally unstable adults (they are too mentally unstable adults)
☆ knowing that any day could be their last, they celebrate each other's birthday even if some (prosciutto) don't don't want anything
^ for prosciutto they go shopping and wine (they may or may not get wasted) and for risotto, the team takes him to a concert for some of his fav bands
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☆ la squadras "Doctor" has all the teams medical history
^ college drop out, not bc he was dumb or anything (he passed all his classes) its just bc he's lazy lol
☆ he's slept or tried to with everyone in passion
☆ before passion he was a stripper
☆ wants to sleep with everyone on the team (- Pesci bc he's the teams little brother) but he genuinely likes likes Ghiaccio and wants to be with him in every way
☆ secretly writes fanfics of the team, most of it is n/sfw, he protects them with his LIFEEE
☆ the get naked type drunk, traumatized the team
☆ trashy 2000s music is his SHITTT
☆ stole his iconic motorcycle
☆ he's attracted to everyone, any hole is a gaol
☆ loves trashy reality shows
☆ likes a good horror comedy but doesn't mind other genres
☆ smells likes cheap perfum, bubblegum, and lube (idk if it's good or bad)
☆ has everyones exact feet measurements
☆ always chooses which bar they go too (it's usually either a strip club or a gay bar)
☆ for Melone birthday they go dancing then, getting drunk at the base
^ nobody remembers what happened
☆ he can have sex with anyone but, sex is easy for him but L O V E is the hard thing
☆ I see him on the ace Spectrum, where on the ace spectrum? Idk!
☆ bearly sleeps, huge night owl and loads of energy drinks
^ when he does sleep he's very cuddly also would be up around 2am with chips in his mouth
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☆ the most gossipy bitch EVER, he has the tea on everyone
☆ a MESSY relationship with Formaggio, on and off constantly
☆ spys on everyone
☆ very uncreative like his stand, man in the mirror was the only thing he could think of
^ he doesn't even care for mj
☆ the 2nd biggest stoner after Formaggio
☆ takes at least an hour getting ready in the bathroom, he's usually the last ready while the team is waiting for him
☆ music type is a mix of pop and rap
☆ secretly crossdresses (nobody knows and he plans to keep it that way)
☆ knows about melones fanfics
☆ has fallen out of the mirror many times
☆ attention whoree
☆ Illuso is overanalytical about the most random bullshit
☆ during a messy mession, Illuso will remind others in the midst of chaos how good they're being
☆ mlm
☆ can't swim
☆ likes any genres but prefers horror and drama
^ HATES gross moives like fart jokes or body horror
☆ smells like fruit (fruity ahh)
☆ spends most of his money on mirrors (not bc he wants 2) and hair and skin products
☆ speaking of hair, he let's NOONE touch his hair especially after the incident...
^ during a fight with Formaggio, ghiaccio, and Melone. Ghiaccio froze a HUGE chunk of his hair off, he was actually crying (prosciutto never felt more like a parent while having to comfort Illuso and scold the rest)
☆ for llusos birthday, they treat lluso like a princess and go drinking
☆ takes a long time to get ready TO sleep like skin creams and puts hair into a ponytail then goes to bed
^ he kicks and punches when sleeping
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☆ Short king, standing at the fun size of 5,4
^ gets teased constantly about it (mostly by Illuso and prosciutto)
☆ HUGE flirt
☆ party animal, usually spends the little amount of money he gets on weed and drinks
^ and spoiling his cat of course
☆ huge stoner btw
☆ cat person, sneaks cats into his room and take care of them
^ his actual actual cat is named tricky
☆ makes very gay jokes (adding a no homo after) and they are mostly towards lluso
☆ music taste is punk and rap
☆ ultimate bro fr
☆ bi
☆ like Melone, doesn't mind other genres but really enjoys comedy and action
☆ LORD THIS BOY REEKSSSSS, usually smells like weed,cats, and BO
☆ his cat (tricky) waits for him at the door every day
^ one day Formaggio just didn't come back (jk he didn't die)
☆ use his stand to hide if he does something bad
☆ speaking of stand, he has tried to do a...cvm jar with one of the men they had to kill
^ ended up flushing it all in the toliet (including the guy)
☆ basically the same when drunk just words are more slurred and he's clumsy
☆ Formaggios birthday, they go party for a bit and then go to the base for a sleepover (they smoke a LOT of weed)
☆ formaggios cat (tricky) is almost always at the base
^ she has favorites, that being risotto
☆ like a bear when sleeps, he's wither clinging to someone/something or he's spread starfish style on the bed
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☆ hair FULL of hair spray
^ without hair spray his hair is very fluffy and he despises it
☆ really likes retro games, really just a gamer in gen
☆ MOMMY ISSUESSS
☆ has a crush on Melone and would rather die then say it
^ he's such a tsundere
☆ the 2nd youngest (after Pesci)
^ also the 2nd shortest, 5,6 btw
☆ very...cat-like
☆ grew up is a very snowy area, started ice skating at a very early age
☆ playlist is death metal and nerdcore
☆ probably mlm (idk man they zesty)
☆ the first to fall asleep at the sleep over
☆ LOVES his car, spent months saving up for it and takes care of it like it's his baby
^ he BEARLY let's anyone drive it
☆ a big superhero moive fan, also a horror fan but worst to watch them with bc he's yelling at the characters
☆ smells like blueberries and cologne
☆ lord blessed ghiaccios tighs
☆ it takes while for him to actually drink but he does I feel like he would be a wild drunk, jumping on stuff and like 10x more louder
☆ for ghiaccio birthday, they always go ice staking and them watch superhero moives all night
☆ worst to sleep with, he just sleeps werid idk how to explain it
^ he often wakes up where he did not go to sleep at
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☆ huge ally
☆ the youngest of la squadra (17-20)
☆ sees prosciutto as his actual big brother and sees la squadra as his family, since he grew up moving to foster homes to foster homes
☆ wanted to be a sailor when he was little
^ still does but it's just a dream
☆ likes to go to the docks and watch the boats and birds, Pesci loves to talk to the fisherman on the docks and watch them fish
☆ wants to grow his hair out but too afraid to do so
☆ his playlist is ALL over the place
☆ mostly enjoys comedy and romantic moives
^ can NOT do horror, hell be up all night
☆ smells like the ocean, sometimes smells like fish tho
☆ Pesci is not as innocent as the others see him, he's just not a sex crazed hitmen (unlike other people)
☆ sleepy type drunk, bearly gets drunk now after once waking up in the kitchen with a dick drawn on his face with permanent marker
☆ always gets dragged into fights
^ its usually the fights against prosciutto
☆ for Pesci birthday, they surprise pesci with a party, they rent (steal) a boat and then enjoy the night
☆ always wanted a pet growing up but couldn't get one
^ now he has a fish named miumiu, he also loves Formaggios cat
☆ miumiu died and prosciutto got an identical fish and replaced it with/o pesci knowing
^ normally prosciutto would just let pesci know about miumius death...but he's the reason why the fish croaked
☆ heavy sleeper, a bomb could go off and hell still be asleep but a hell fart himself awake
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☆ they make out CONSTANTLY, they are so lovey dovey with eatch other
^ others are disgusted while some are jealous
☆ wine aunts (uncles?)
☆ they met in passion (they wasn't in la squadra yet) and fell in love during an heated mission
☆ Gelato is much more talkative than Sorbet, Gelato often talks for him
☆ Sorbet has a VERY dry sense of humor
☆ Gelato smells like maples and Sorbet smells like lotion
☆ both enjoy horror but can't do romance, sorbet is a big moive fan
^ they (mostly Gelato) like romance moives it's just there gonna start making out in the middle of it and never finish it (they will finsh just not the moive)
☆ Sorbet might not talk a lot irl but he very active in the gc
☆ when drunk they are WORST, they are close to actually doing the deed
☆ for Gelato birthday they go camping and for sorbets they go to the moives
☆ Gelato has trouble sleeping in gen and Sorbet can't sleep with/o Gelato
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Notes : this has been in my drafts for a while and had real fun hcs these dummies, also srry for the LOADS of Grammer mistakes English IS my first language I'm just not good at it
joefoes x only one bed trope with reader!! (with the rest of the pillarmen aswell please :) )
Can i be 🛵 anon??!!
NEWWWWWWWWWW ANON
Dio:
Dio Brando doesn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. You open the small hotel room door and immediately realize the problem. One bed. “…Dio.” He glances at it, then back at you. “And?”
“You expect me to sleep there too?” Dio smirks and sits on the mattress like he owns the building “Are you frightened?” You cross your arms “No.”
“Then come here.”
The real issue isn’t sharing the bed. It’s that Dio sleeps very close. One arm draped over you like you belong there. And if you try to move away? His voice murmurs in the dark. “Stay.” Not a command. But very close to one.
Kars:
Kars treats the situation like a mild inconvenience. “There is only one bed.” You nod. “…Yes.” Kars studies it thoughtfully. Then simply lies down. “You may sleep as well.”
You hesitate. “…Won’t that be awkward?” He raises an eyebrow. “Why would it be?”
The problem appears later because Kars naturally runs warm. Very warm. By the middle of the night you’ve unconsciously curled closer to him because he’s basically a living heater. Kars notices. But says nothing.
Wamuu:
Wamuu refuses the bed at first. “A warrior does not share a sleeping space improperly.” You sigh. “Wamuu, it’s freezing outside.” He pauses for some time before eventually he agrees.
But he lies stiffly on his side of the bed like a statue. You roll over at one point and accidentally grab his arm in your sleep. He freezes. Completely still. But he doesn’t wake you and secretly?
He stays awake most of the night protecting you.
Esidisi:
Esidisi has a full meltdown about it. “THIS IS HUMILIATING!!” You rub your temples. “It’s just a bed.”
“I AM A PILLAR MAN!”
He rants for twenty minutes. Then falls asleep instantly. The next morning you wake up to find him somehow wrapped around you like a giant blanket. He refuses to acknowledge it happened.
Santana:
Santana doesn’t understand why it’s awkward. He simply watches you inventively. “…Humans sleep together.” he questioned, he tilting to the side as you nodded “Yes.”
“…Then this is normal.” he proclaimed, you lie down cautiously. Santana studies you like a science experiment for several minutes. Eventually he lies down too. At some point he gently touches your hand. “…Warm.” He seems fascinated.
Kira:
Yoshikage Kira is extremely uncomfortable. “This is unacceptable.” You shrug, slipping into the covers as he watched you “Unless you’d like the floor.” He sighs heavily at your words. You both lie down very politely on opposite sides.
But during the night you roll closer in your sleep. Kira wakes up to your head resting against his shoulder. He freezes. His face turns red and he absolutely does not move until morning.
Diavolo/Doppio:
With Doppio it’s sweet. With Diavolo however, it’s… tense. Doppio sits on the bed nervously “Boss says it’s fine!” you glanced back to the pink-haired man “…You asked him?” Doppio nods. You both lie down.
He stays on his side nervously. But halfway through the night you feel an arm pull you closer. Doppio whispers sleepily “…Stay safe.” Somewhere deep inside…
Diavolo is making sure no one touches you.
Pucci:
Enrico Pucci is very composed about it. “This situation is temporary.” he exclaimed, clearly masking his issue with ease, you nod. “Obviously.” He sleeps on top of the covers, fully dressed, like a monk.
He is a priest after all, a man of God if you will, he made sure there was no room for temptation. But if you get cold and unconsciously move closer?
He quietly pulls the blanket over you. Never mentioning it in the morning.
Valentine:
Funny Valentine behaves like a gentleman. Despite his distain for the situation “You may take the bed.” he said, or more so demanded. “And you?” you asked, he grabbed a pillow from the bed as he scoffed “I will manage.”
You eventually force him to share it. He keeps a respectful distance at first. But sometime during the night you wake up to his arm around you protectively.
Like he did it in his sleep.
Diego:
Diego Brando teases you relentlessly. “Are you nervous?” his wicked smirk plastered on his face as you avoided eye contact with the blonde “No.” you countered, though it wasn't enough to let him let go of his teasing “You look nervous.”
“I’m not.” He lies down dramatically. The real issue? Diego invades personal space. By the middle of the night he’s practically against you. When you shove him away he mumbles sleepily “…Warm.” and refuses to move.
Tooru:
Tooru finds the situation amusing from the get go “Looks like fate decided.” You glared back towards him instantly “That’s not fate.” He lies down casually. “You’re overthinking it.” Tooru sleeps surprisingly peacefully.
But if you move too far away during the night? You’ll wake up pulled gently closer. He won’t admit he did it. But the faint smile on his face says everything.
toji fushiguro sometimes forgets to be gentle with you in bed, and ends up manhandling you.
toji fushiguro oftentimes forgets his strengths when he’s inside of you. too intoxicated in the pleasure of just how warm, and soft your walls tighten around him. how beautiful you looked with your back arched with arms hugging the pillow beneath you as you’re crying into feathered pillow.
every moan, every whimper, every choke was enough to make toji go absolutely feral. “god… damn, luv.” he huffs, voice laced in unrestrained lust as he tightens the grip on waist — his nails digging moon-shaped crescents into your flesh, earning a mantra of pleas as he feeds your pussy the meanest, cruelest thrusts.
the way he slams you against him, attempting to bury himself deeper inside you has you subconsciously running away. you feel him deep inside you, it’s almost too much before he’s dragging you back down his cock.
“c’mon…” he lets out a low groan, feeling the way your pussy chokes up around him. he’d be lying to himself if he said he hated whenever you’d run from the way he fucks you… it unlocks something carnal inside him, nothing shy of animalistic. “y’know better than that don’t you, girl?” his words drowned in a condescending manner, ducking to whisper against the shell of your ear as you whine.
though whining isn’t enough to get by him — no, toji makes you use your words. overstimulated, or not. too shy, or not — he’s making you say it pretty for him. he grinds his hips deeper than before, and you can feel it in your stomach as he presses more while earning a few inaudible noises from you.
plush lips parting, you open your mouth. “yes. i k-know, m—mhmgh!” you bite down your bottom lip as toji begins thrusting into you. the weight of his thrusts is enough to knock you forward, but his grip pins you in place. “yeah?” he murmurs, gliding his tongue across his upper row of teeth.
there’s absolutely no doubt that toji’s completely unaware of just how fragile you are underneath him. you’re barely even able to utter out a single word before there’s a moan ripping through your throat. his body is running solely on endorphins and dopamine, clouding his mind with nothing but a devotion of lust because he a greedy man who just needs more.
one of his calloused hands snakes up your spine to grab the back of your neck, rough and mean as you gasp out a cry.
“s’fine. toji knows exactly what to do with fussy girls like you, darlin’.”he rasps, low enough for your body to shudder.
Toji Zenin is incomprehensibly powerful due to his Heavenly Restriction, granting him superhuman abilities that reflect in his strength, speed, and even… senses.
Yet it isn't until he goes out on a date with his first girlfriend at the ripe age of 22 that he realizes how exceptional his prowess really is when it comes to surpassing the average human.
His nose twitches. “You get a new perfume or somethin’?” he inquires as you pull him back into your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the entryway impatiently and standing on your tip toes to pepper kisses along the column of his throat, teeth grazing his carotid.
You shrug absentmindedly like you can’t quite hear him through the haze of your lust, fingers curling into the supple feel of his leather jacket and peeling it off of his sturdy shoulders.
As if he can’t get undressed fast enough, or slip his cock into you sooner.
“Nope. Shut up and kiss me,” you headily groan out, voice breathy and body emanating a heat that has him cocking an eyebrow.
Things shifted from then on, Toji picking up on the minute details.
Every couple of months, when he’d be in close quarters with you, you’d start nuzzling against him like a whiny mutt and exude a fucking scent that had him itching his scalp. He’d barely rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes and you’d be canting your hips back against his crotch, whimpering in your groggy state at the asscrack of dawn about how he needed to "kiss your cervix."
Whatever that meant.
At first, he chalked it up to you being horned up and ready to go—but coupled with the scent? It had him reeling.
Toji is a smart man, and he isn't incognizant with the female body. But he is still a man—one who needs to do his research and allow someone to explain whatever he’d missed out on puzzling together on his own.
r/SexEd - 3 hr. ago
tojiz
I (22M) have run into an issue of sorts with my girlfriend (22F). Her body emits this weird smell when she’s horny and trying to mount me. Anyone know what this is?
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sixeyesandsixabs - 1 hr. ago
lmfao. sounds like she’s in heat.
Toji’s fingers twitch against his phone screen.
Heat? As in the fucking wattpad shit you made him read?
He audibly scoffs at the guy’s piercing blue eyes in his profile picture. No, you weren’t in heat, a cramping omega in need of their fucking alpha to soothe their pains, and this wasn't fucking Omegaverse. There was no fantastical sweet scent like pastries that trickled from your glands to make his mouth water.
It was more… primal. A feminine musk that radiated from you when you were needy. It’d last for around a day or so, then be gone with the wind along with your incessant need to have him stuffing you with his cock.
He groans, dragging a hand down his face, before his phone notifies him of another comment.
leopardprint - Just now
Maybe you’ve just got a knack for sensing her ovulation.
“Huh,” he breathes out, mind now churning like an oiled cog in a rusty mechanism.
He tosses his phone aside noncommittally and quickly paces over to you. You have your legs tossed over the side of the couch, bleakly flipping through his ancient television with no streaming options and only droning cable. You're wearing his shirt, perky nipples pressing through the flimsy fabric. Mascara from the night before and a bare face. The kind of look he'd prefer over anything else.
“When was your last period?”
Skeptically, you drag your gaze up to him. “Well, hello to you, too,” you scrunch your eyebrows, squinting at him before pinpointing an answer. “Uh. Like a week ago. Why?”
A quiet hum of realization hits him. That makes perfect fucking sense. Women typically ovulate about two weeks after their period starts, giving him… not long until your next ovulation period.
He cocks his head down at you, hungry gaze trickling over your form. You’re in his boxers like a fucking tease.
Maybe he was the one ovulating and needing to paint his biological needs on your insides with the way blood was rushing south like molten lava.
You hadn’t been pawing at him in a bit, a hint that you should be starting it up soon.
He’d just jump the gun before you could squeeze the trigger.
Your boyfriend leans over you, splaying a hand over your lower abdomen and adding a bit of pressure. Playful intent and all, the corner of his lip twitches upwards and you feel skittish. “You feel anything here, darling?”
His voice is gravelly and thick, the tone he reserves for the bedroom, and the timbre is sent straight to your core to pool heat in your loins.
You swallow thickly, orbs darting between his jade irises before nodding.
He inches forward, bringing his nose towards your neck and inhaling the scent covering your skin.
Affirmed, you’re ovulating.
He chuckles low, knowing, pressing a tender kiss against your jugular.
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
18+ MDNI, smut - making husband!toji breed you when you're ovulating
you shake him awake at exactly 6:41am on a random tuesday.
toji blinks blearily. he's silent for a few seconds before he groans. tries to roll over and suffocate himself with your frilly pink pillow. but he’s not getting away that easily. no way.
you yank it away.
“toji.”
“no.”
“toji.”
“’m sick.”
“no you’re not. you never get sick. it’s a bit weird actually. ANYWAY! you need to put a baby in me. now. like right now. ASAP no rocky.”
he freezes. one eye opens, slowly. very slowly.
“excuse me.”
you pull your phone up and shove the screen into his face like a crazed person. “look. LH surge. elevated BBT. cervical fluid is like, egg white-y.”
“do you know what this means??? do you? DO YOU? this is prime time - textbook conditions to make a baby.”
he stares at the screen. then stares at you.
“you’re out of your mind, baby.”
ignoring his very rude and totally untrue insults, you just straddle him. you're in one of his oversized shirts with nothing on underneath. your hair is all messy from tossing and turning on your pillow. your eyes are bright. cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink. you look like some deranged fertility goddess and he’s so in love (and whipped) it’s disgusting.
he grabs your hips to halt your wriggles. his callused palms warm and rough. “you are certifiably insane.”
“you’ve already said that.”
you lean down and kiss him sloppy and sweet. he groans and cups your ass. lets you grind against the large bulge in his boxers while muttering something about how you didn’t even give him time to pee first. you reach between you and tug his waistband down. toji lets out a groan when your small hand wraps around him.
“you’re already hard,” you whisper smugly.
ewithout saying a word, he flips you over. kisses your neck. pulls the shirt off you. he hooks your knees up and over his broad shoulders, spreading you wide open and just stares.
“jesus. you weren’t kidding about the fluid.”
“shut up! it means i’m healthy.”
he snorts. strokes himself once. lines up against your soaked cunt. “ready, ovary queen?”
“breach the cervix, king.”
he chokes on a laugh and then pushes in. his cock is big. always has been. long and veiny and thick. so fucking thick. he fucks you hard. almost as if he can impregnate you through sheer force. your legs wrap around his waist on instinct.
you moan.
“fuck, baby,” he groans, pressing in to the hilt. “still so fuckin’ tight. how are we supposed to get a kid through here.”
“shut up and breed me,” you pant.
he barks a breathy laugh and pounds into you.
you don’t last long. unsurprisingly. you’re so wet. you lift your hips in an attempt to meet every single one of his thrusts. his arms are caging you in. the headboard knocks the wall every time he plows into you.
“gonna give you a baby,” he pants. “stuff you full. all those stupid ovulation charts and apps, baby, you don’t need ‘em. im gonna knock you up so good, right fuckin’ now.”
he angles his hips and you feel his cock hit that one spot. the one that makes you see stars behind your eyes .
you whimper.
“ahh, there it is,” toji smirks. his thumb now rubbing fast circles over your puffy clit.
your legs are legs trembling. hands fisting the sheets as you come hard. your body pulses around him, warm and tight and too damn perfect.
he follows fast. pulls you flush against him and spills deep inside you with a groan. toji buries himself to the hilt, staying there. feeling his thick seed leak out of you.
a few minutes later, you’re still wrapped around him with his cock softening inside you. but you’re already scrolling on your phone like a weirdo.
he groans. “please. don’t chart the exact ejaculation timestamp.”
you hum. “wasn’t gonna. was just googling to see if doing a headstand after sex actually helps.”
“oh my days.”
you grin.
he sighs, dragging a hand over his face. “i hope this kid comes out with your looks but none of your madness.”
you press a kiss to his jaw. “nah, they’ll be perfect. just like you.”
toji just growls and flips you over again.
guess he must really want that baby...
A/N: bc this is apart of fushiguro family series, it's a lot more goofy than usual... so don't mind the wacky stuff on here lol! also i'm glad tumblr's back online... i was going thru it.
ᓚᘏ𑄝 you mistake flirting to kindness and now toji needs to fuck some knowledge into you
toji’s got you folded in half on the bed.
legs shoved up by your ears, his thick cock slamming into you so hard the headboard bangs against the wall. one hand pins both your wrists above your head, the other digs bruises into your thigh as he fucks you like he’s trying to punish you.
“thought that guy was just bein sweet, huh?” he growls, hips snapping forward, balls slapping wet against your ass. “thought his little compliments meant he wanted to be your friend. dumb fuckin’ slut.”
you open your mouth to whine but he shoves deeper, cutting off your air, making your eyes roll. he pulls out slow just to ram back in, watching your tits bounce with every mean thrust.
“you giggle at any dick that looks your way and this is what happens.” he leans down, teeth grazing your neck. “i fuck the stupid right out of you till you remember who this hole belongs to.”
he yanks your hair, forces your head back so you’re looking up at him—eyes dark, angry, possessive. “say it. say you’re a brainless little slut who can’t tell flirting from kindness.”
“i’m—i’m a brainless slut,” you gasp, voice cracking, tears smearing. “can’t tell—fuck—only you get to fuck me like this—”
“damn right.” he grinds in deep circles, stirring your guts until your legs shake. his thumb finds your clit, rubs rough fast circles that make you sob. “gonna cum in this greedy pussy so you feel me leaking out all day. reminder.”
you clench hard around him, screaming as you come undone, gushing slick down his shaft. he doesn’t slow—keeps pounding through your spasms until he groans low, buries himself balls deep and floods you with hot thick spurts.
he stays plugged inside after, heavy and softening, breathing hard against your jaw.
“next time someone smiles at you,” he mutters, “you’re gonna feel this sore pussy and remember only i get to wreck it. got it?”
you always greeted him the same way whenever he came home from a mission.
beaming smile, a “bear hug” that lands more like a tickle, and a kiss lasting so long your lips tingled by the time you pull away.
so why is it that this time, toji gets neither?
when he asks what you’ve been up to during the two weeks he’s been away, all your replies are curt. short, tight-lipped mutterings that were seemingly trapped deep inside your throat and refused to come out no matter how hard he tried.
and man, did he try.
you're making dinner when he comes up behind you, and his arms have barely wrapped around your form when you shoulder him away, grumbling something about “broke boyfriend hugs” he couldn’t even make sense of. so with frustration and confusion taking over in equal measure, he moves to sit in the chair on the other end of the island.
toji watches as you zip around the kitchen as if the tiles would burn your feet if you stayed in the same place too long. your hands are jerky as you take plates out of the cardboard. every movement too sharp and exerting a lot more force than necessary.
when you place them on the counter, the loud clank of ceramic against marble is grating enough to make him stop biting his tongue.
“what’s going on with you?”
the drawer rasps as you open it and he hopes it’s a coincidence you happen to take out a knife so soon after the question.
“huh?” your brow arches, but you still don’t look up. it has him bristling.
“you’ve been in a mood all day,” that draws your eyes to his and even when they narrow at the edges, he doesn’t stop talking, “i’m not a fuckin’ mind reader. if something’s wrong, you better come out with it.”
a nerve under your eye twitches.
“i’m sorry,” he has a feeling you’re not sorry at all. but finally that nonchalant front is cracking, and along with it, a frown follows its path, setting deep lines around your mouth. “is coming home to a clean house and me slaving over a hot stove not good enough for you?”
the fuck?
his jaw to tightens. “i never said that.”
“then what are you saying?” you throw back so fast it almost feels like he’s been shot.
toji pauses. he takes stock of you from head to toe and really allows himself to take his time as he does so.
the man reasons that your body always told him what your stubborn mouth never seems to be able to so maybe, just maybe, he would be able to sniff something out.
your hair falls to your shoulders, messy as if you ran your hands through it a few more times than you should have. eyes a little too bright and tracking as they stay fixed on him.
his sudden appraisal is anything but subtle, and whatever cutting remark you throw his way at the fact is completely ignored.
instead, he focuses on how your pulse jumps in your neck, ticking fast within the delicate column of skin. the way it always did that when you were angry, or when you were—
oh.
dark eyes light up like a christmas tree when it finally hits him.
“i see what this is about.” toji starts with the barest hint of amusement colouring his tone. his gaze flickers south just to make sure, and yes. the longer he stares at your tits, the more your nipples pebble under your sleep shirt. they perk up so hard he’s surprised they haven’t torn through the fabric yet. “baby, we've been together three years and you're still too shy to tell me what you want?”
your back straightens. caught. “what are you even talking about?”
he merely raises a brow at you, because you knew exactly what he was talking about. and slowly but surely, a warm flush touches your cheeks. embarrassment has you throwing the knife back into the drawer—as if you forgot what you wanted to use it for in the first place.
“you know what? fuck this,” you turn the stove off and step away. “make your own damn food.”
but toji wasn’t hungry anymore. not for food anyway.
his hand latches around your wrist before you get two steps in, and your head whips to him. lips part to no doubt curse him out, so he sharply yanks you into his chest.
the pull happens so quickly it knocks the air out of your lungs and before you can take a second to breathe, his mouth is on you to steal even more.
strong hands cup the undersides of your arms, lifting then setting you down on the edge of the counter and a shiver runs up your spine as cool marble hits skin.
toji grips the plush flesh of your thighs, forcing them apart then winding them around his body.
the speed of it all and the rush of having him between your legs, all snug and muscular, has your hips subtly pitching against his…or at least you thought it was subtle until he pulls away.
“oh, my poor baby,” he huffs against your mouth. “missed me a little more this time, didn’t you?”
your lips purse in response, and when you look away with your nose turned up, a soft chuckle is exhaled over your jaw.
you don’t have to answer for him to know the truth.
swift hands grab your shorts, almost tearing them clean off in his rush to get you bare for him, and once you were, his eyes go impossibly dark as they settle between your thighs.
“fuck, look at you,” a sexy grin tugs at his scarred lips. “so soaked for me and i’ve barely touched you.”
your chin tips up. “what makes you think it’s because of you?”
smack!
his palm promptly cracks over your cunt and the sharp bite of pain coupled with the wet squelch that echoes through the apartment afterwards, has you mewling.
“shit—!”
“keep being a brat, and i’ll leave you like this,” he tuts.
both of you knew that was a lie, but you still bit your tongue. mostly because the sight of him lowering himself to his knees steals away any snark you hoped to make.
once settled between your legs, middle and pointer fingers part your folds open, smearing the glittery wetness of your slick over your clit. then thumping over it in two sharp taps that have you grunting.
thick fingers slide down to press over your entrance and he croons when he feels you quiver. desperate and painfully empty.
“toji,” you complain between a moan and it makes his cock stir. your hips lift, seeking a trace of friction, only to get the soft press of his lips over your thigh instead.
the kiss was almost sweet and you hated it. hated him, because since when was toji ever soft?
he’s clearly teasing you.
“hm, you want something?” he murmurs so close to your cunt you can feel the heat of his breath on it. “told you i’m not a mind reader.”
he glances up at you and just knows you’re calling him every name but his own in your head. the way your lip curls tells him as much, but it only has him smiling wider.
“your mouth.” you manage between uneven pants, and a low hum follows.
“what about it?”
jesus christ.
you throw your head back in frustration, and he simply waits you out.
waits until you swallow your pride and get bold enough to tell him what you want.
it takes some time for your eyes to meet again.
“need it,” he frowns with faux empathy. so mocking it would have made you stand up and leave if you weren't so pent up. you ignore that it makes you a little wetter too.
“where?” he whispers, then thinking better of it, he tilts his head to the side. “show me.”
with a sigh, you let your legs part some more, fingers bumping against his as you circle your clit. he leans down and you nearly slap him when he presses another tender kiss to your inner thigh instead of where you wanted him most. where you literally just showed him to go.
“you sure you don’t want it here?” your head shakes and kisses continue to trail up your skin until he reaches your cunt. each peck he delivers is soft and gentle and devastatingly disarming, so when you start to relax, his lips part and sinful lick is dragged all the way up your slit.
you gasp. brokenly and all too loud, and he meets it with an answering groan against you.
“there’s my sweet girl,” toji doesn't give you time to adjust. “sweeter fucking pussy.” doesn't start slow.
his tongue laps at your sensitive clit, fat tip flicking it teasingly, before going to slurp the slick dripping down your folds. he sucks sensitive flesh into his mouth, sharp teeth scraping until you squirm under him. your hips shift back only to be pulled forward again.
“uh-uh, you wanted this. don't hide her from me.”
toji cups the tops of your legs, holding you down and open as he forces his tongue into your cunt. you flutter around the muscle, and it only makes him plunge deeper. swirling, thrusting, searching.
calloused hands grow rougher when you try to wiggle away again, moving to the backs of your thighs to push your legs, up, up, until your knees nearly touch your ears.
his mouth unrelenting as he eats you out like he means to break you. sloppy open-mouth kisses smacking onto pussy until your legs tremble in his hold.
“toji—oh, fuck please—” you don’t even know what you’re begging for as you grip his broad shoulders.
manicured nails dig into his skin, and it hurts, but it also has his cock throbbing harder. each pulse beats in time with your clit twitching under his tongue, and he groans when you cum and balmy sweetness washes over it in a thick heady rush.
“shit, there you go baby. let it out.”
the man doesn't stop even when you're a blabbing mess under him, and he moans into your pussy, free hand fisting his length through the rough fabric of his jeans.
you fall back against the counter, its coldness and hardness not even registering as you convulse all over and only then does he finally pull away.
“been gone for fourteen days,” he starts while your bleary eyes stare up at the ceiling. “guess i have to make you cum that many times to make it up to you?”
your eyes go round and you look down at him.
there’s no way he could do that. there was no way you could do that.
but as two fingers are pushed deep into your cunt, hooking up juuust right, you have a feeling the maniac is going to find a way regardless and god did you love him for it.
of course you fucking missed him.
art by @/hunnismokah
note: self indulgent because this was me a few days ago, minus you know, toji…..anyway first jjk drabble yay (?)
Toji had been crashing at your place more often than not these days, always with some bullshit excuse. "Megumi left his toys here again," he'd grunt while sprawling on your couch like he owned it, his massive frame taking up half the space.
Or "The kid forgot her stuffed bear—can't leave her cryin', right?" as if your shared daughter wasn't perfectly fine without it half the time.
Truth was, the man was glued to you, finding every reason to linger, his rough hands brushing your waist when he passed in the kitchen, or "accidentally" pinning you against the counter while reaching for a beer.
Annoying as hell, but there was that spark in his green eyes, the way his scarred lip twitched into a smirk whenever you shoved him off.
He wanted you—bad—but Toji wasn't the type to say it outright. Nah, he played it cool, hiding behind his cocky bullshit
Tonight was no different. Your daughter was giggling on the living room floor, stacking blocks with Megumi, who was half-heartedly supervising while scrolling on his phone.
Toji lounged nearby, shirt clinging to his ripped torso, those black sweats slung low on his hips. You emerged from your bedroom, dressed to kill: a tight black dress hugging your curves, heels clicking, hair and makeup on point.
Heads turned. Megumi barely glanced up, but your daughter's eyes lit up. "Mommy pretty!" she squealed, clapping.
Toji's gaze snapped from the kids to you, raking over every inch like he was starving. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. "The fuck is this for?" he drawled, voice low and edged with something dangerous, sitting up straighter.
You ignored him, scooping up your daughter for a quick hug and kiss. "Be good for Toji and Megumi, okay baby? Mommy'll be back soon."
She nodded, chubby arms around your neck. Megumi just mumbled a "Yeah, bye," already back to his phone.
Toji stood, towering over you, arms crossed over his broad chest. "Oi. Where you goin' lookin' like that?" His tone was casual, but his eyes flicked to your exposed thighs, the dip of your cleavage, jealousy simmering under the surface.
"A date," you shot back breezily, grabbing your purse. No need to explain yourself to your annoying baby daddy.
His smirk faltered for a split second, replaced by a scowl. "A date? You don't need some punk-ass date, doll. What, you bored or somethin'? I got everything you need right here."
He stepped closer, big hand grazing your hip possessively, thumb digging in just enough to make your breath hitch.
You swatted his hand away, heart racing despite yourself. "Watch the kids, Toji. And don't wait up." With that, you blew a kiss to the little ones and strode out the door, heels echoing, leaving him standing there fuming.
The date was a disaster from the jump. The guy was late, then spent the whole dinner talking about himself, barely asking about you. His touches were slimy, his jokes lame, and when he leaned in for a kiss at the end? You dodged, muttering an excuse about a headache and bolting.
By the time you pulled into the driveway, you were pissed, makeup smudged from frustrated tears, dress rumpled. All you wanted was a shower and bed.
The house was quiet when you slipped inside—kids tucked in, Megumi probably crashed in the guest room. Toji was in the kitchen, shirtless now, muscles flexing as he cracked open a beer, He didn't even look surprised to see you back so early.
"Rough night, mama?" he rumbled, smirking as he eyed your disheveled state.
You kicked off your heels, flopping onto a stool at the island with a groan. "God, yes. The worst. Guy was a total douche—kept bragging about his car, wouldn't shut up. Tried to grope me in the parking lot like some caveman. I should've just stayed home."
Words tumbled out, venting the frustration, not noticing how Toji's grip tightened on his bottle, knuckles whitening.
He sauntered over, towering behind you, hands landing heavy on your shoulders. His thumbs kneaded the tension there, rough but soothing.
"Told ya. Don't need that shit. Some loser touchin' what's mine." His voice dropped, breath hot against your ear.
You shivered, but rolled your eyes. "Yours? Last I checked, we're just co-parents, Toji. Not—" Your words cut off as his hands slid down your arms, then gripped your waist, yanking you back against his crotch.
His cock was already rock-hard, thick and insistent through his sweats, grinding against your ass.
"Just co-parents, huh?" he growled, nipping your earlobe. "Then why you always lettin' me hang around? Why you get wet every time I touch you?"
One hand dipped between your thighs, fingers pressing against your soaked panties under the dress. "Fuckin' drenched already. That prick couldn't even get you this worked up."
Heat flooded your core, pussy clenching at his touch. You should've pushed him away—kids were asleep down the hall—but god, you needed this. Needed him. "Toji..." you whimpered, arching back.
He spun you on the stool, hoisting you up like you weighed nothing, big hands cupping your ass as he carried you to the couch. "Gonna show you what you been missin', doll. Fuck that date outta your head."
He dumped you down, ripping your dress up over your head in one yank, leaving you in just panties and bra. His sweats hit the floor next, cock springing free—thick, veiny, the fat head leaking precum.
Toji grabbed your ankles, shoving your legs up and apart, folding you in half. Your knees hit your shoulders, ass lifted off the cushions, pussy exposed and dripping. The mating press—deep, brutal, claiming.
His scarred chest pressed down, trapping you beneath his bulk, green eyes boring into yours with feral hunger. "Look at this pretty cunt. All mine to breed. No more dates, mama. You're takin' my cock from now on."
"Toji—fuck—yes," you gasped, nails digging into his biceps. He lined up, fat cockhead nudging your slick folds, then slammed in.
No mercy, bottoming out in one savage thrust, stretching your walls to their limit. You cried out, back arching as he filled you completely, the angle letting him hit so deep it bruised your cervix.
"That's it," he grunted, hips snapping forward relentlessly. Pound. Pound. Pound. His balls slapped your ass with every ram, the wet squelch of your pussy echoing obscenely.
"This what you needed? Daddy's cock rearrangin' your guts? Forget that limp-dick loser—I'm the only one who fucks you like this."
You were a mess already, tits bouncing in your bra, thighs quivering against his shoulders. "Yes—oh god, Toji! Harder—fuck me harder!"
He obliged, pistoning faster, the couch creaking under the force. Sweat slicked his abs, dripping onto your stomach as he drilled you, pubic bone grinding your clit with each brutal plunge.
"Greedy little pussy," he snarled, one hand pinning your thigh, the other snaking between you to rub your swollen clit roughly. "Milkin' me so tight. You want my cum? Gonna knock you up again, make sure you know who owns this hole."
His thrusts turned punishing, cock dragging along your g-spot before slamming deep, head kissing your womb. You sobbed in pleasure, walls fluttering, so close.
"Toji—gonna cum—please!" Your orgasm crashed over you, pussy convulsing around his shaft, squirting messily onto his abs.
He didn't stop, fucking you through it, grunts turning animalistic. "Fuck yeah—squeeze me, mama. Milk that load right outta me."
His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he buried himself balls-deep, roaring low. Hot cum erupted inside you, rope after thick rope painting your walls, flooding your womb. He ground against you, ensuring every drop stayed put, cock pulsing as he bred you deep.
Minutes passed in heavy breaths, him still plugged inside, softening slowly. He kissed you filthy, tongue claiming your mouth, tasting your moans.
"No more dates," he murmured against your lips, finally pulling out with a gush of cum leaking from your wrecked pussy. "You're mine, doll. Kids need a family, right?"
You nodded weakly, spent and sated, pulling him down for more kisses. For once, his annoying ass felt like home.
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ sneaky link!toji realising he's in love mid fūck :: cws. smut, pwp, cowgirl.
“shit baby, look at’cha,” toji sighs as his eyes follow your movements on his cock. you’re hypnotising him with the way you’re bouncing on his thighs, the mixture of cum on his lap making the sounds of your thrusts extremely loud and sloppy.
his big hands rest on your hips and then move up to your waist. toji’s always loved touching your body whenever he could while he has you in his bed. “c’mooon, let me see those pretty eyes.”
you’re moaning at the sound of those praises leaving toji’s lips. he does it subconsciously—telling you how beautiful you look whenever you take his fat cock. or how gorgeous you are and sound whenever he’s eating you out.
he brushes the hair out of your face, instinctively wanting to admire you. toji doesn’t realise it—everything he says and does comes so naturally to him. he was never like this with the other women he’s slept with.
“fffmgh, toji,” your noises are what drive him to keep going. toji hates how you have him wrapped around your finger. he’s a sucker for anything you do. and don’t get him started on the amount of times he nearly came into his pants from just the thought of your pretty face underneath him.
perhaps that is what people call love, toji shakes the thought away and focuses on fucking you properly. he grips your hips and lifts them up so he could thrust upwards into you, not wanting to think of such silly things anymore. foolish, there’s no way a man like him can ever love again.
he’s doing this for his own pleasure. not yours.
“toooji, c-can i cum, please? mhh, need’to,”
and yet, here he is, working hard to please you. to hear more of those moans in the shape of his name. to have you come undone in his arms in the most endearing way possible.
your enjoyment is what brings him pleasure. all toji needs is to see your eyes roll back once he sends you over the edge and he’s spilling everything he has inside of you.
toji closes his eyes and tries to drown out the thoughts. he chases after that high, wanting to fill you with his cum for the nth time that night, “not yet, princess. let’s cum together, m’kay?”
those are—once again—words he’s never uttered to any other woman before during sex.
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