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i lurvvv ur toji fics
i luvvv u so much thank you for this, i needa stop being lazy and actually feed yall
my obsession with toji will never cease. i will be on my deathbed surrounded by friends and family.. and my only thought will be “no more gooning to toji😢” i love him so much and i will NEVER forgive gege for 1. existing and 2. not giving toji more episodes or giving us at least some details of the guy. toji is my #1 fictional man. finest man in jjk. i’d rather him come back over gojo i swear
give us more toji brat taming oneshots we all say in unison!!
mk so i was rewatching jjk and you cannot tell me sukuna doesn’t like proving you wrong/winning arguments.
you’d have your pretty ass pressing down on his tattooed thighs, tired and stretched out cunt swallowing his length with little to no effort, whimpering incoherent none-sense as he absolutely drills you from below.
your shaky hands would squeeze either side of his arm rest, desperate to hold onto anything that’ll keep you from tumbling down his mountain of bones.
you had now seemingly become completely focused on not making a fool out of yourself, so much so that you hadn’t even realized sukuna was trying to catch your attention.
with a sharp smack to the ass, you flinched, your hips steadying and easing up.
your day-dreaming had ceased, and it was almost insulting to sukuna that you could focus on anything other than his dick right now.
“damn brat.. never listenin’ to what i have’ta say,” he mutters, clearly a little pissed that he hadn’t gotten your attention the first few times he called out your name.
“i asked you whats the matter, you plannin’ on answering me?” he questions, tilting his head forward to get a better look at you.
you blink back an eye roll, tongue pressing against the insides of your cheek, trying not to make this an argument. you exhaled, still feeling a little guilty for zoning out on him.
“m’sorry.. i just—i dunno, we’re really high up and i can’t focus on anything but the ground right now,” you reluctantly admit, not wanting to sound childish about the whole situation.
a few seconds of silence follows, and eager to get crush the awkwardness of it all, you mumble something again.
“i’m just scared you might drop me.”
you didn’t know what exactly shifted, but as soon as you said that, the room itself felt as though it had gotten smaller. the steady beating of your heart had spiked from the eerie energy radiating off of your husband.
“repeat yourself,” he demands, his voice low. you had squeaked at his tone, stomach churning with regret and nerves.
“you were mumbling. come on, say it with your chest.” he urges, which wasn’t as convincing as he had thought it was.
you bite your lip, gulping and silently hyping yourself up to repeat the words you had just said. “i said.. i’m scared you might.. drop me.”
“you think i’m weak?”
you shook your head no with haste, the idea not even crossing your mind for a second.
“no.”
“but you’d think i’ll let you fall?” he follows up, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips with emphasis.
quick to conjure up any excuse your scrambled brain could piece together, you blurted out the only thing you could think of.
“that’s not what i meant by that. i just didn’t think you would be able to.. keep me in.. place?” you winced at your own words, your left eye squinting.
his hips push upwards, and you had completely forgotten what you two had been doing originally.. fucking.
“mm.. shit,” you grunt, eyebrows pulling together in sudden but overwhelming pleasure. your expression was painfully pornographic, your tongue threatening to spill out like a dog in heat.
rough, veiny hands come to squeeze your face, your eyes widening at the roughness, but despite the stinging sensation, you couldn’t help but slobber all over his fingers and knuckles.
“who can’t hold you in place, hmm? who’s gonna drop you?” he says through gritted teeth, leaning forward just to get up all in your ear. so, this is where the aggression came from? he just wanted to prove you wrong?
you whine as he picks up his mean pace, the tip of his girthy cock bullying your cervix with efficiency.
you sloppily reached behind your back, pushing at his stomach, your toes curling after every pump.
“i—i’m sorry.. m’sorry, sorry.. sorry..” you sobbed out, vision going spotty as you feel that familiar tightening in your pussy, your climax quickly claiming you completely.
“ah..oh my god!” your poor legs twitch, your face contorting in a series of expressions, all concluding satisfaction. you gradually weakened against him, flushed and coated with sweat.
“that’s what i thought,” is all he says before kissing your exposed neck, still oozing with an attitude.
“next time we’re fucking over a bottomless pit of damned souls—see if you’re just as scared as heights then.”
warning! this oneshot includes the following : oral sex, drunk/tipsy driving, afab reader, smut, kinda a plot, cop breaking the law?? (DO NOT try to flirt your way out of a DUI you will go to jail.) potentially bad writing.
hii cuties :3 , so i saw this very interesting idea brought to my attention of cop toji —> @tojiberri , i hope u guys like it this was kinda half assed but oh well.. also i made his badge number and i thought it was funny so laugh. 🔪
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this specific route was usually empty at this hour, streets stretching ahead without a single pair of headlights in sight.
the quiet made it harder to focus, the lack of movement lulling you into something dangerously close to sleep.
you blinked. hard. squinting against the glare of passing streetlights, but the headache pressing behind your temples wouldn’t let up.
your grip on the wheel was loose, fingers slipping slightly before rubbing at your thigh where the fabric of your dress had bunched up. you exhaled, head tipping back for a second, eyes slow to refocus.
your car drifted right, tires skimming the curb. you flinched, jerking the wheel too hard, sending the car swaying back into the lane.
toji is lowkey an airhead u cannot tell me otherwise. battle iq might be present but this man will forget ur name hours after you tell him
thinking about mean bf toji who’s just so annoying and frustrating! he just never listens .. damn airhead ;(
meanbf!toji who, no matter how many times you remind him, has conveniently 'forgot' to pick up his clothes from the bathroom floor after the shower he took—anticipating that pout on your face as you're forced to clean up after him.
meanbf!toji who walks away from you as you're telling him off, lazily brushing past you before making his way to the living room to catch up on his stupid shows.
meanbf!toji who pays no mind to your yelling, only turning up the volume to drown you out, his pale green iris focused on whatever he was watching.
meanbf!toji who makes up whatever bullshit excuse he can think of when you make your way up to him, complaining about said forgetfulness.
meanbf!toji who mutters, "s'not my fault somethin' as small as some dirty clothes slips my mind after working all day," with an attitude that practically radiates off him in big red beams. he peeks at you through his long lashes-hopefully to catch a glimpse of your furrowed brows and ticked off expression.
meanbf!toji who, after finally getting fed up with your fussing, rises from the couch. he grabs you rough and impatiently, & before you know it, you're staring at a wall and your knees are digging into the soft fabric of the couch.
meanbf!toji who doesn't bother stifling his laughing when you whine out his name in protest, "tooojiii!” your voice all high and flustered as you try to twist in his hold.
meanbf!toji whose arms lock firm but not painful around your neck, forcing you into submission as his breath tickles right against your ear. your squishy cheeks are smushed against his biceps, and you back your ass up into his lap, attempting to push him off, rubbing him all the right ways.
meanbf!toji whose hips begin to roll forward, his length growing harder and harder with each bump of your butt. he grunts, using your neck as a handlebar to guide him through the humping movement. “you want this pussy fucked, mm? tell me baby, use your words,” he encourages you, wanting you to speak up.
meanbf!toji who giggles almost manically when you nod your head profusely, “yes! yesss, yes please…” you plead, and just as you thought you were finally going to get that poor, empty cunt fucked.. his heavy body is removed from yours, and your left with little to no dignity and a painfully wet pussy.
meanbf!toji who pats your ass before sighing deeply, a cruel frown on his face. “maybe next time. yer complain’ has gotten worse, and complainers dont get rewards..”
warning! this one-shot includes the following # : smut, afab reader, oral sex (f receiving), established relationship, its toji’s birthday! :D, kitchen counter sex, briefest mention of alcohol, fast pace cause i almost forgot today was his birthday (NOT PROOF READ!)
happy birthday to the finest jjk character aot! (pls don’t doxx me for saying the truth) and happy new years eve everybody! sorry for being inactive.. i like to sleep. 🥲
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the room was a mess of cinnamon-scented candles and streamers that were probably a little too much.
you’d spent all day trying to make everything perfect—arranging balloons, hanging up a banner that kept falling, and practically wrestling with the cake (which, admittedly, you might have overcooked just a little).
you knew toji wasn’t the type for big celebrations. but you didn’t care. you were going all out anyway.
you were sitting on the couch, casually sipping your wine, letting the warmth of the day melt away in the comfort of your own space.
and then—creak.
the front door clicked open, and suddenly, your peaceful moment turned into complete an utter chaos.
you jumped up from the couch, wine still in hand, and rushed to the kitchen as you were preparing for the grand reveal.
guyzzz i wanna write a slow burn fic but idk who 2 choose😢😢😢😢💔💔 help me pick!!
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satoru gojo
suguru geto
choso (kamo??)
kento nanami
yuuji itadori
megumi fushiguro
katsuki bakugo
izuku midoriya
ochaco uraraka
bolin (tlok)
warning! this oneshot includes the following ⌗ :afab reader, marriage, fluff, some suggestive topics, and CHRISTMAS!
hi cuties! this is a quick little story of celebrating christmas w husband satoru (≧ᗜ≦)!! i wish you all an amazing christmas, stay safe in this snow♡
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christmas hasn't always been something you were adamant about celebrating. throughout the years of your life, december 25th was just another day-- and its been that way for as long as you could remember.
that was until of course, you met the snow-haired sorcerer with the biggest holiday spirit a human could possess. ever since you two had been together, he made sure you celebrated christmas like there wasn't going to be one next year.
you loved it, despite the chaos of it all.
his stupid costumes, the loud music, the drinking that always resulted in him white-girl wasted, and most importantly..the memories you made together as husband and wife.
and so, you had eagerly awaited the festive occasion,
anticipating it with a feeling of excitement you hadn’t thought possible when it came to christmas. it wasn’t about the presents or the food, though those were always nice—it was about him. satoru.
but this year, it felt different. christmas day had come, and you woke up to an empty house. today, his mission had him out of reach—no calls, no texts, just the promise of a late return, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after.
it was almost as if the holiday cheer had been sucked out of the room along with his absence.
there was no satoru to chase you around holding ugly ornaments he had decorated, no one to shout joyfully at the top of his lungs while clinking glasses with friends, no one to drag you into spontaneous dances in the middle of the living room.
the tree, with its twinkling lights and carefully placed decorations, stood in the corner of the room, now a symbol of your loneliness. you sighed, walking over to it as you absentmindedly began to pack away the trinkets.
it was then that you heard it—just a faint knock at the door, so soft you almost thought you imagined it. you hesitated, the sudden rush of hope in your chest conflicting with the emptiness of the moment.
the knock came again, louder this time. you couldn’t ignore it, and so you made your way to the door, slightly agitated now, but still mostly disappointed.
when you opened it, the first thing you saw was the snow—the fresh blanket of white that had accumulated on the porch. and then, there he was.
satoru.
he was dressed in a santa costume, his white hair a mess under the red hat. snowflakes clung to his coat, his boots, and even lashes, although it was incredibly hard to makeout.
his grin, however, was unmistakable—the same wide, playful grin you’d come to love. "merry christmas!" he said, voice warm and carefree, as though he hadn’t just very clearly walked through the blizzard to get here.
you stared at him, taking in his ridiculous outfitand the sight of him standing there, looking completely out of place yet so perfectly gojo.
"you—" you started, eyes wide, "why are you dressed like santa?"
he shrugged, clearly unfazed by his own absurdity. "well, someone had to bring the holiday cheer, didn’t they?"
he said, stepping past you into the house without waiting for an invitation. "besides, this way i can be both the gift and the giver."
"what are you doing here?" you asked, your voice softer now as you watched him strip off the wet layers, revealing the full santa suit underneath. "i thought you had a mission."
"i did," he said, unbuttoning his coat with exaggerated slowness, clearly taking his time. "but i couldn't let christmas pass without making sure my favorite person in the universe had the best day.“
you couldn’t contain the smile that tugged at your lips. "you’re ridiculous."
he giggled childishly, pulling you into a sudden hug, lifting you off the ground with ease. "i know. but you love it."
you sighed, resting your head against his shoulder. "i missed you."
"missed you too," he murmured, squeezing you tighter. "now, let’s get this party started." he pulled away just long enough to grab a present from his bag, tossing it toward you.
you caught it, raising an eyebrow in suspicion at the bulky yet objectively small object, unwrapping it to reveal a beautiful silver necklace— worth thousands.
your heart damn near exploded, and you frowned. satoru, ever the observant one, had noticed your sad expression and immediately tried to soothe you.
“oh no.. do you not like it, baby? could’ve sworn you said you liked silver over gold. i can get you a new one, no problem.” he was yapping up a storm of apologies, apologies you didn’t need.
you shook your head no quickly, admiring the beautiful piece of art resting in my palm. “it’s perfect, satoru. thank you.”
you leaned up on your tiptoes, your hands gently cupping satoru’s face, and you kissed him. “i have a gift for you, too.”
his eyes lit up immediately, “really? what is it?” he asked, his voice bubbling with that same infectious enthusiasm you adored.
you couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling the tension in the room shift, something more intimate now. you lowered your voice an octave as you grow more suggestive. “well,” you murmured, “it’s upstairs. but if you want it, you’ll have to come get it.”
slowly, you slid your robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft rustle.
slowly, you slid your robe off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a soft rustle.
beneath, you wore the red and white lace of sexy christmas-themed lingerie. the fabric clung to you in all the right places, and the contrast of the holiday colors made it all the more enticing.
his blue eyes went wide, his breath catching as he took in the sight of you, clearly unable to resist staring. “well, well,” he said, his adams apple bobbing as he gulped. “looks like santa’s got something special this year.”
you turned, giving him a flirtatious glance over your shoulder as you started to walk toward the stairs. “come upstairs, santa. i’m waitinggg,” you said, voice light and dripping with seduction.
without hesitation, satoru followed, his footsteps faster and much heavier as he made his way toward you, the promise of what awaited him upstairs only making him want to walk quicker.
as you both reached the top of the stairs, you slowed your pace, a giddy smile forming on your glossed lips.
there, right above you, was the mistletoe, hanging in the doorway of the bedroom. you acted surprised, your eyes expanding in size as if you hadn’t planned it at all.
“oh, look at that,” you said, your voice intertwined with false shock and disappointment. “shoot— i guess we have to.”
without a second thought, he pulled you close, one hand on your waist as he captured your lips in yet another kiss.
the kiss deepened, both of you moving messily toward the bedroom.
your bodies collided with the door, and in one swift motion, satoru kicked it closed behind you, the sound of the door thudding shut marking the beginning of a night that was all yours.
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warning! this fic includes the following ⌗ : PART FOUR-- afab reader, age gap, reader is a barista, reader is vaguely described as a poc though not strictly, reader is still in college, plot, smut (fingering, will transition into p&v chap 5)
this is part four to my toji fic! :3 this is my christmas gift 2 y'all cuz ive been.. totally avoiding this story BUT ik u guys have been wanting this for awhile now! and dwww, u will get more than just fingering next chap that will be coming tmrw D:
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the car was too quiet. not the peaceful kind, but the kind where your nerves made the silence loud.
the air felt thick, and you were suddenly hyperaware of how close fushiguro was in the driver’s seat. his cologne—warm, and frustratingly good—mixed with the faint smell of coffee clinging to the car. it was almost unfair to your ovaries.
he shifted, leaning slightly in your direction, and you froze, your breath catching before you could stop it.
"so," he said, his voice weirdly suggestive, but you weren't complaining. "you always let strange men drive your car home?"
you let out a laugh—awkward and a little too loud. your hands fidgeted with the hem of your skirt. "uh, not really. you’re a, um… special case."
his head tilted, the amusement in his tone was now reaching his eyes. "special case, huh? not sure if that’s your way of callin’ me stupid or sweet-talkin’ me. but i’ll take it."
"compliment," you blurted, your voice soft but rushed, and you wished you could've covered how eager you were better.
he smirked, licking his teeth, and leaned on the console between you. "you shy or somethin’? you’ve been starin’ at your lap like it’s got all the answers."
your cheeks burned, and you shifted under his gaze. "i’m not shy," you mumbled, though the way your fingers twisted in your lap screamed otherwise.
"mm," he hummed, clearly not buying it. "then why’re you all nervous?"
"i’m not nervous!" you protested, your voice cracking slightly.
that earned you a chuckle—deep, low, and way too smug for your liking. "sure, okay. so, you live alone? or you got someone waitin’ on you?"
"alone," you admitted before you could think it through-- telling a stranger that no ones expecting you home. idiot.
his eyebrow lifted. "cute thing like you, livin’ by yourself? that’s risky."
your stomach tightened at the way he said "cute thing," and you scrambled to play it cool. "but i can handle myself."
"oh yeah?" his voice dropped just enough to make you feel slightly more unsafe. "and if you couldn’t?"
you had no idea how to respond. "uh.." you started, unsure what you were even trying to say.
he tilted his head, his lips curving into a playful grin. "you wanna get in the back?"
your brain short-circuited. "hm? w-what?" the fucking stuttering was going to be the death of you.
he laughed, soft but definitely teasing. "relax. just thought you might be more comfortable back there."
you swallowed hard. the back of the car? people have sex in the back of cars. people do ungodly things to one another's body in the back of cars. "what if i said.. no?"
he shifted away from you slightly, his eyes still locked on yours, though now slightly squinted in confusion. it was like your question was silly to him, 'if you said no' like that would change anything.
no meant no, and he would respect that. "if you said no, huh? well.. then i’d drive you home like the gentleman i am and get back to my kid. s’your call."
you blinked at him, your nerves tangled up with something warmer. "fine," you said, a little sharper than you intended, and climbed into the back seat without waiting for a response.
it was awkward, your knee bumping the console as your skirt hitched higher with every movement.
when you finally settled, you glanced back and caught the flicker of his jaw clenching, his eyes dropping between your legs for just a second before he followed.
the car felt smaller somehow when he slid into the back with you. the windows went up, and the overhead lights clicked off, swallowing the space in darkness.
"so," you started, your voice softer-- although you wanted to sound confident and experienced, "what do you wanna… talk about?"
he laughed, leaning back against the seat with one arm slung over the top. "talk about? girl, you climbed back here with me, and now you’re askin’ that?"
you fiddled with the fabric of your skirt once more, trying to ignore the heat that was once in your face now spreading down into your stomach. "well, yeah…"
he shook his head, his smirk growing. "you always this trusting? lettin’ a guy like me drive your car, get this close? what were you thinkin’?"
"i wasn’t," you admitted, shamefully.
"yeah, no shit," he sighed, leaning closer, his presence magnetic in the small space. "but you knew what you were doin’, didn’t you? climbin’ back here like that, showin’ off those legs."
you stared at your lap again, feeling the weight of his hooded green eyes tracing every inch of you. "nervous again?" he asked, his tone softening just enough to feel condesencding.
"no," you lied, but the tremor in your voice gave you away.
"mm," he hummed, inching closer. "then what is it? scared? excited?"
you swallowed again-- mouth dry. your chest was rapidly rising and falling from the feelings he stirred up. "you’ve got no idea what you’re doin’," he murmured, his lips brushing so close to your ear that it made you shiver.
"i do," you shot back, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself.
he chuckled, licking his lips and exhaling, and the sound made your skin prickle. "is that right?"
you nodded, more for yourself than him, trying to hold onto some semblance of control.
he leaned back once again, leaving you slightly hungry for his presence. he looks around before those annoyingly pretty eyes fall right onto you again. "then prove it."
“fine,” you muttered, straightening your back. your voice wobbled, and you were trying so hard not to wobble right with it. “what exactly do you want me to prove?”
his lips twitched, his scar stretching and his eyes dipping down over you. “you’re the one who said you know what you’re doin’. i’m just waitin’ for you to back it up.”
your stomach was killing you now—half from fear, half from the irritating pull of wanting to wipe that smug look off his face.
“you think you’re so funny,” you said, narrowing your eyes, trying to summon some scrap of confidence to shield your racing thoughts.
“funny? nah,” he grunted, leaning forward again. it was like he was a boat in the water, swaying side to side. “just curious. gotta admit, though…” his voice went lower, “i like watching you squirm.”
“i’m not squirming," you rebuttable, annoyed by his confidence. he raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “no? then what’s that little fidgety thing you’re doin’ with your hands?”
you glanced down, realizing your fingers were twisting in your lap again, and quickly flattened them against your thighs. “shut up,” you muttered, though it lacked any real bite.
his laugh was mean and throaty, filling the small space more than his body did. “cute.” you didn’t want to be cute. not right now. not when he was looking at you like he already had you figured out.
“you’re impossible,” you said, rolling your eyes, though you couldn’t bring yourself to actually look away from him.
“impossible?” he repeated. “you’re the one who climbed back here. don’t act like i dragged you.”
you opened your mouth to argue, but no words came out. he wasn’t wrong. “thought so,” he said, laying back against his seat, stretching out like he owned the whole damn car. “so, what now?”
“what now?” you echoed him question with a tilted head. he nodded slowly, clearly trying not to laugh. “you’re the one who wanted to prove somethin’. i’m just sittin’ here, waitin’.”
he didn’t rush you, which was somehow worse. the way he stretched out like he had all the time in the world-- like hooking up in the back of girls cars was something he did all the time.
your palms were clammy against your skin, the silence felt unbearable. you hated how much his presence pulled you in, how much you wanted to close the small gap between you two.
fine. if he wanted you to prove something, you’d prove it.
you shifted closer, your movements awkward and cautious, until your knee brushed against his. his eyes flicked down at the contact, and his smirk deepened. "ouu, knee touching, huh? how promiscuous," he chuckled, finding your lack of confidence funny.
"i'll show you promiscuous," you muttered, more to yourself than him. you forced yourself to lean forward, placing a tentative hand on his chest. his body was solid beneath your touch, chiseled abs and a rock hard chest.
he didn’t move, just watched you, which made you violently self conscious. "keep goinggg.." he said, his voice slightly commanding and it sounded like he was almost growing bored, which is the last thing you wanted.
your fingers curled slightly, gripping the fabric as you tilted further. your breath slowed when your face was just inches from his. he was so handsome.
then, before your brain could catch up, you pressed your lips to his.
it was clumsy at first, your lips barely grazing his, but he didn’t pull away. instead, he tilted his head, his hand coming up to rest on your waist, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.
your head spun. the way his mouth moved against yours—gentle, then not—was overwhelming. you didn’t even notice when his other hand slid up to the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your curls.
"relax," he muttered against your trembling lips, his voice like gravel.
"i am relaxed," you fibbed, though the way your hands trembled against his chest already said enough.
he snickered, rubbing your back and kissing your neck frustratingly slow. "sure you are."
his hand slid down from the small of your back to the bare skin of your thigh. the small fleeting touches made your cunt clench around absolutely nothing, every inch of your skin hyperaware of him.
your fingers tightened on his shirt, and you pressed into him further, trying to match his confidence, though your movements felt stiff and uncoordinated.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his green eyes flickering with an almost pitiful glint. "you’re overthinking it," he sighs, his lips falling into a disappointed pout.
"i’m not overthinking anything," you rolled your eyes, although you knew that you weren't fooling anyone with that false arrogance.
he tilted his head, his thumb brushing lightly against your jaw. "then stop actin’ like making out with me is the scariest thing in the world."
you exhaled through your mouth loudly, irritated by how calm and collected he was while you felt like you were messing everything up.
this time, when you leaned in, you let yourself relax—just a little—and the kiss came easier, less forced.
his lips shifted against yours in a way that made your stomach flip, and the hand on your thigh that squeezed lightly made you whine each time he applied pressure to the skin.
his hand on your thigh was moving higher, moving along the edge of your skirt, and it cut your words off in the most humiliating way. you felt so desperate for him, it was almost primal. your hips shifting just slightly toward his fingers, hungry for friction against your folds.
his hand moved higher, pushing the hem of your skirt up just enough to make your whole body shudder.
"you're a mess," he coo'd as he rubs a finger up and down your damp underwear, getting a feel of your slick.
you tried to stop the soft moan that slipped from your lips, but it came out anyway, and his ego only grew. "you sound good," he murmured. "awh.. s'probably been awhile since you've gotten this pussy played with."
the sensation made you flinch, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as you squirmed in his lap, trying to adjust to the pressure.
his fingers pressed harder against you, rubbing slowly but firmly through the fabric, sending waves of pleasure that made you feel sickeningly amazing.
you bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin.
"please," you pleaded, not even sure what you were begging for, just knowing you wanted more, needed more.
he put just the right amount of pressure to make your body jerk forward slightly.
"megumi," you whimpered, your eyes flicking nervously toward the front of the car, the thought of him catching you like this sending a jolt of panic through your body. "what if he hears? or—"
"he’s probably watching tv or knocked out asleep by now," fushiguro said smoothly. his thumb circled your clit through the fabric, completely focused on making you feel good. "you think too much. we’re fine."
he didn’t give you time to protest, his hand moving swiftly to slide your underwear to the side. the cold air hitting your exposed skin made you shiver, and you gasped, your whole body reacting to the sudden shift. he didn’t waste a moment, his fingers teasing at your entrance, sending waves of sensation rushing through you.
"shit.. you’re so fucking wet," he praised as he slipped his fingers between your folds, rubbing gently. the sound of his touch against you, the wetness, made you 10x more horny than you were originally.
you tried to control your breathing, to stop yourself from making too much noise, but it was impossible. your hips moved on their own accord, grinding slightly against his hand.
he didn’t hesitate, slipping a finger inside you, the stretch making you gasp. his thumb kept working your clit in tight, precise circles, pushing you higher and higher.
"right there," you moaned, burying your face in his shoulder to muffle the sounds, but it didn’t help. the car was already filled with the wet sounds of his movements and your moaning.
he groaned adding another finger, stretching you open. your back arched, your hands clutching at his shoulders as the pleasure overwhelmed you.
"you sound so pretty," he breathed in your ear, his voice thick with desire as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them just right to hit that spot inside you.
the air inside the car was hot and heavy, clinging to your skin, making it hard to think at all. "i can’t—" you gasped, biting down on your lip as the tension coiled tighter in your belly, ready to snap. “i’m so close.”
"then finish," fushiguro murmured, his breath ghosting over your ear, and the rasp in his voice only fanned the flame of your impending climax. "come on, you can do it, i know you can."
with every thrust of his fingers, you felt your entire body tensing. "i'm gonna come," you whimpered, repeating yourself. the action of telling him how close you are formed a mix of pleasure and embarrassment through you.
"don’t fight it," he encouraged. "all you need do f'me is come. you’ve been so good."
a white-hot sensation pooled deep in your core, and for once, you let yourself relax fully.
"there you go," he smiled, his voice excited and light, almost proud. "feels good, huh? finally stopped overthinkin’."
his words wrapped around you, giving you that last push you really needed. you could feel the pressure build, the throbbing between your legs finally getting the attention it needs.
"don't stop," you cried out, your voice cracking as you finally gave in. your body tensed, and a wave of bliss washed over you. your walls fluttered around his fingers as release surged through your entire being.
he kept moving his hand, working you through your high, until your body was begging for a break, your thighs trembling as you fell back against him, breathless and dizzy.
"you alright?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and false compassion as he pulled his fingers from you, although the stretch still lingers.
you nodded, though you felt completely spent and satisfied.
you exhaled shakily, your head still resting on his shoulder as you tried to gather yourself.
he shifted beneath you without warning, and before you could even register what was happening, you were lifted slightly off his lap, his hands gripping your waist like you weighed nothing.
you gasped in surprise, your hands instinctively pressing against his chest for balance as he adjusted your position. "what are you—"
"shh, relax," he coaxed, his voice smooth, almost patronizing. "you’re gonna be alright, don’t worry."
you blinked, confused, but he didn’t give you much time to think as he gently laid you down on your back in the cramped space of the car.
before you could process it, he flipped you over onto your stomach, his hands guiding you smoothly into position. you were left with your face pressed against the seat, and before you could continue with your questions, he interrupted.
"you got a rubber?"
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to be continued..
warning! this fic includes the following ⌗ : PART THREE-- afab reader, age gap, reader is a barista, reader is vaguely described as a poc though not strictly, reader is still in college, plot, no smut (yet!) mentions of wet coochie. i cannot stress this enough, this is a long and includes a lot of build up.
this is part three to my toji fic! :3 i know u little freaky perverts are more than excited for chapter four. but dw, i am too. please enjoy & stayed tuned ^__^
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fushiguro.
he was standing there, his posture relaxed, but something about him felt off. his face was a little bloody, his clothes rumpled and worn, like he'd been in a fight or .. something.
you let out a shaky breath, the tension in your body slowly unwinding, but your pulse was still racing. what the hell is he doing here? you couldn’t help it—your mind started spiraling, like it always did when you were alone in the dark.
god, he was so fine, though. but you were trying really hard not to think about that, trying not to let yourself get distracted by how good he looked.
you stood there, rooted to the spot, unsure whether you wanted him to just fuck off or fuck you right there in the alley. you couldn’t decide.
warning! this fic includes the following ⌗ : PART TWO-- afab reader, age gap, reader is a barista, reader is vaguely described as a poc though not strictly, reader is still in college, plot, no smut (yet!) brief masturbation. i cannot stress this enough, this is a long and includes a lot of build up.
this is part two to my most recent toji fic! :D i know ur probably thinking, 'wheres the sex?' i'm thinking the same thing too. what can i say? i like build up! but i promise you guys you'll get what you want chapter four, stay tuned. enjoy!
ps. click here --> part one!
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you looked up slowly, surprised to see him standing there. the sight of him, towering and dark, almost made the tears come to a halt.
your mascara had started to drip down your cheeks, and you sounded stuffy when you spoke, voice tight with emotion.
“no, thank you. i don’t smoke,” you said softly, your words barely above a whisper.
fushiguro chuckled, a rough sound. “good. don’t ever start.”
you gave him a small, shaky smile, nodding slightly.
he stood there for a moment, watching you in that same unreadable way, before his eyes softened ever so slightly. “rough day, huh?”
you sniffled, wiping at your nose, too tired to even pretend you were okay. “you could say that.”
fushiguro leaned against the car next to you, crossing his arms as he took a long breath, letting the humid evening air fill his lungs. he didn’t say anything more, just stood there with you in silence.
his sharp green eyes flicked to the streaks of mascara smudged on your cheeks, then back to the ground, as if he was trying to decide whether or not to say something.
"y'know," he started after a beat, his voice low and slightly gravelly, "cryin’ like that out here’s not gonna fix whatever pissed you off in there."
warning! this fic includes the following ⌗ : afab reader, age gap, reader is a barista, reader is vaguely described as a poc though not strictly, mentions of megumi, reader is still in college, plot, no smut (yet!)
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this is my very first published fic! congrats to me ;3 ... the beginning is quite long but its not all that important-- (its just filler to drag out the story, most parts can be skipped if ur just as impatient as me) not proof read! multiple part story :P
ps. click here—> part two!
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working a soul-sucking 9-to-5 at a dreary café to chip away at your student loans definitely wasn’t part of your "hot girl summer" plan.
you were full of life—young, smart, pretty, and driven. so how the hell did you end up stuck behind a counter, slinging overpriced coffee and stale pastries for the rest of the season?
you should’ve been lounging on the beach in a tiny bikini, soaking up the sun, while effortlessly attracting the attention of every guy who walked by, flashing you a grin and a wink, hoping to catch your eye long enough to earn a laugh or a playful comment.
but no—this summer, you made the "grown-up" decision. you chose practicality over fun, prioritizing your education and saving a few bucks for once in your life.