if you hold me too tight, it's suffocating...

she/her | 20 | black | stayc  ☆

[kosmogrl]

[kittennextdoor]

18+ He loves when you make out with his tip. ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢

You’re kneeling between his spread thighs, the room quiet except for his ragged breathing. His length is thick and heavy in your hand, flushed dark and already leaking. You lean in and start slow, pressing soft, warm kisses right to the swollen head, letting your lips linger there like you’re kissing his mouth. He groans low, one hand gently cupping the back of your head. “Fuck, baby…” His voice is wrecked already. “Just like that.”

You smile against him and kiss him again, deeper this time. Your lips part, tongue sliding out to swirl around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that keeps leaking for you. You make out with it lazily — open-mouthed, wet kisses, sucking gently on the head before pulling back to kiss it again, over and over.

Every time your tongue flicks across his slit, his hips twitch, and he lets out a shaky moan. You keep going, treating just the tip like it’s the only thing that matters, kissing, licking, sucking softly while your hand strokes the rest of his length.

He’s breathing hard now, fingers lightly resting on your shoulder, but he never pushes. He just watches you with dark, hazy, loving eyes, completely lost in the sight of you making out with his arousal. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers, voice hoarse. “Look at you… kissing me like you love it more than anything.”

You hum happily around him and take the head back into your mouth, sucking a little harder while your tongue swirls. He groans louder, thighs tensing around you as pleasure builds.

He doesn’t last long after that. With a moan of your name, he spills across your tongue in thick, hot pulses. You keep kissing and licking him through it, gentle and sweet, until he’s trembling and pulling you up into his arms.

[starspenxcie]

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

18+ MDNI, smut - accidentally calling bf!toji 'daddy' in bed

tojis got you on your stomach with your head turned sideways on the pillow. your arms are all wobbly and useless, unable to even hold yourself up. 

his hands are firm on your hips. rough voice low and smug in your ear. “so fuckin’ tight, baby. makin’ all these cute little noises for me.”

you sob something that’s not really a word. at this point, he’s fucked you so good, you’re babbling gibberish. 

“what was that?” he huffs a laugh. “couldn’t hear you, sweetheart.”

he’s big. that massive cock that always stretches you just a little too much until you’re wrung out and trembling. 

of course, tonight’s no different. he’s been fucking you for what feels like age. you can’t really tell. time isn’t a concept for you anymore. toji’s cock slowly slides into you. letting you feel every single inch of his large and veiny dick.

your brain’s melting. at this point, if a doctor took an MRI of your brain, you’re pretty sure it would resemble ice cream. therefore, this causes your mouth to move faster than your thoughts.

“d-daddy-“

you freeze. he stills. mid-thrust. there’s a beat of silence.

oh my fucking god. you did not just say that.

you bury your face in the pillow, mortified. “i-i didn’t- i wasn’t-“

he growls, “say it again.”

you peek up, startled. “what?”

his hand comes down, sharp on your ass. 

you yelp.

“say it again, baby. you said it so sweet.”

you squirm. he rolls his hips into you.

“go on. i’ll fuck you just how you like. but you first have to say it.”

you choke on a moan. “daddy-“

he groans.

grabs you by the waist and pounds into you - harder and rougher than before. the bed is creaking repeatedly, which will no doubt annoy the neighbours.

“fuck, that’s it. that’s my girl.”

he doesn’t let up despite you clawing desperately at the sheets. crying out with every thrust and he’s right there behind you. his breathing ragged, hands all over your hips and waist and thighs.

“you like that? like daddy fuckin’ you stupid?”

you nod frantically. “yes- yes- please don’t stop-”

“didn’t know you were such a little slut for it, baby,” he leans down and presses a kiss between your shoulder blades. “shoulda called me that sooner.”

you shatter after that. crying out his name while you fall apart underneath him. your legs are shaking unstoppable. your throat feels raw from all your cries and moans.

he finishes not long after, groaning into your skin with his cock buried to the hilt. you both collapse in a mess of sweat and shaky limbs.

after a minute, he reaches for a tissue, still catching his breath.

“you alright, princess?”

you cover your face. “i can never show my face again.”

he laughs.

“what, because you called me daddy? please. you think i didn’t love that? i’m gonna bring it up every time you ask me for anything now.”

you groan.

he leans over and kisses your cheek.

“‘daddy can you get me a glass of water,’” he mocks you in a fake high-pitched voice.

you smack his chest.

he’s grinning.

“spoiled little thing. but you’re my little thing.”

A/N: I feel like I haven't written a toji fic that wasn't apart of the fushiguro family series in AGES! so here's one!!!

[yoonsucks]

Toji is a pervert.

A filthy man who loves you, inside and out. Literally.

He wants… no, sorry, NEEDS to eat you out after you've just gotten home from work or lectures, the gym. Shit, he doesn't care if there isn't anywhere for you to lay down, he'll pick you up against the wall, up on his shoulders, not caring if your head hit the ceiling. Face buried into your cunt, his maw and handsome face covered in your essence. No shame in it. He loves it when you haven't showered and gets to taste your musk.

You're dozing off on the couch? He's suddenly in front of you, lazily stroking his cock, smacking it against your face, smearing his precum all over your lips, cheeks, nose. No shame, i say. He just wants to rub against your pretty, tired face. And then cums on your waiting tongue.

Andddd then kisses you, mixing the release in both of your mouths.

It gets even better.

He wants to be inside of you while you sleep. He wants you to cockwarm him while doing anything, everything.

He needs your spit in his mouth. Your damn pussy juices, sweat and tears on his tongue.

When he folds you over, face down in the pillows and ass up in the air for him, he doesn't care and shoves a thumb in the other hole, he likes to watch it pucker around it while driving his stupid, fat cock inside of you. His balls hitting your puffy lips in a lewd rhythm.

Using the bathroom isn't safe too, taking a shower or even trying to take a damn piss, he's gonna stand there and watch, a cocky smirk on his split lip. If you lock the door? He will find a way to get in.

When you're not home? Your panties get abused instead. He likes to sniff them- wrap them around his cock to fuck them, taste them.

He just misses you, that's all.

When he's out on a mission, he always takes your most recent worn pair with him. A good luck charm, he says.

Art: hunnismoker on insta

Yoon's notes: EEK WILL WRITE TOJI BUSH PROPAGANDA SOON... Reupload from my old account @/yoonsucksalot ! edited a bit hihi HUGE MEGA DRIPPING WET THANKS TO @liliklei @yorikae !!!

masterlist

[ssukidoll]

toji's shy girl is a lil freak ྀི๑ › ༝ ‹ ʔ

you're this quiet, shy little doll to toji — who gets all flustered when he touches you in public, who clings to him when there is too much of a crowd, and who speaks so sweetly it makes his heart flutter. you're just so cute and soft, making him dote on you so much.

so expect his surprise when he found out that you aren't as innocent in the bedroom as he thought you would be.

he's got you pinned underneath him, bullying his fat cock deep into your velvety walls while your nails scratch down his back. broken, sweet cries rip from your throat, "fuck! fuck me, 'ji! feels so good~"

he smirks watching you fall apart for him, your eyes glossy and face flushed from how hard he's fucking you. oh, he loves that you're not shy in these moments — just screaming for him and marking him like he's your personal property.

however, his pace falters when you start begging him. begging him to... slap you.

"what?," he mutters, stopping himself as he looks at you with a cocked brow. he thinks he's definitely probably heard you wrong.

"slap me, 'ji," you whimper, peering at him with those sweet eyes. someone as cute and pretty as you is pleading him to hit you. and while he is quite shocked at this revelation, his cock twitches a little within your syrupy cunt.

he lets out a soft sigh, bringing his hand up and gives your cheek a light smack. you roll your eyes, huffing at his pathetic attempt, "do it harder. pleaseeee! i can take it!"

toji furrows his brows deeper, feeling slightly more hesitant now though his cock can't help from twitching again inside of you. he's never really had any fantasy of hurting you but the way you're begging him, looking so desperate and needy for him to give you a slap — he'd be a fool if he didn't fulfill his sweet girl's wishes, wouldn't he?

you're about to say something when a thwack echoes across the room. both of your bodies are still for a second and when you don't react, he wonders if he did it too hard. but then he sees you tilt your head to look at him with this giddy smile on your face and then you squeal, "again!"

"fucking filthy girl," he groans, chuckling lowly. his hand comes back down again, slapping your cheek which is now turning red. this drawn out pornographic moan leaves your parted lips and he can feel your pussy squeezing his dick, and that just drives him wild.

"who woulda thought a doll like you would be so dirty?," he grunts, lifting your hips up as he continues to pound you relentlessly into the mattress. his palm keeps coming down to strike you straight across the face, and little tears begin to pool in your lashes. despite the painful sting, it just feels so good to you.

"hngh~ think 'm cumming," you whine loudly, digging your nails into his shoulder blades while he drives his hips deep into your cunt.

and with one more hard smack to your face, your pussy spasms around his length, body trembling as your orgasm comes crashing down you. his scarred lips turn up watching you fall apart and the feeling of your pussy clenching him so tight has him spilling his warm seed into you, grunting your name under his breath as he does.

"shit babydoll," he rasps, trailing a line of open-mouthed kisses on your bare skin. "really surprised me there, huh?"

your hands instantly come up to your face, hiding how embarrassed you're feeling right now. "aw now you're getting all shy on me," toji coos, pulling your hands down. "who knew my doll was such a fucking freak, hm?"

"shut up!," you squeal, turning your head away from him. that earns a low chuckle out of him, finding it quite endearing how quickly your mood has changed from being so dirty and filthy to being your bashful, cute self again.

[polaroidsex]

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 nod, wrecked and dripping. “only you.”

[reignpage]

For Extra Credit You Can Hit!!

Synopsis: Toji, the TA, won't bump up your latest essay a couple marks, not with just some begging at least, so you try a different method:

good ol' pussy persuasion

Warnings: toji art by @/youKa.i on insta, smut, porn with a lil plot, nerd!toji, a couple years older than reader but both students, reader harasses him but don't save him he's right where he wants to be, some comedy aspect, college au, non curse au, f!reader, blowjob under the desk, unethical behaviour, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, briefest choking, sex against the window, pússy inspection, belly bulging, overstimulation, spitting, a little fisting I guess or almost, Toji's poor so this is canon compliant jkjk, creampie and unprotected sex, brief pussyjob, size kink/difference, hidden sex, not proofread Word Count: 10.7k

“For the last time,” he drawls, “I’m not bumping you up a grade.”

You groan, pushing your legs to catch up to him faster.

“Come on, I need this. I’m not asking you to break the rules. All I want is for you to reread my essay and find extra marks, which you will!”

Toji Fushiguro is a tough nut to crack, though he doesn’t look it — one glance at him and one would think he’s a laidback TA. He’s the exact opposite; he takes his job a little too seriously. 

For days now, you’d been hounding him, pleading with him and degrading yourself all for him to ‘remark’ your last paper and ‘coincidentally’ find a few extra marks that would push you to the top performing spot you’d been eyeing since forever. Each time you rushed into his office, waited for him after his classes, and followed him to his apartment, he’d shrugged you off with the same ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’ look in his eyes. 

Rounding the corner, his long legs making no accommodations for your shorter ones, he says, “No. If you wanted better results, you should have put in a better performance. Surely you’re smart enough to work out that that’s how life works.”

Hands grab his arm, yanking back with all your strength only to be dragged along with him and his burly body. Your heels scrape along the floor. People stare. You don’t care. “Don’t be an asshole. You know my essay was good. It was really good. Just give it a read. A proper one, and not the rushed job you do because you’re overworked and underpaid.”

He stops.

Your face bumps into this back, forehead nearly bruised by the hardness. 

His brows rise above his glasses as he fixes you a look. “Kid, your essay was good — decent introduction, clear structure, sufficient evidence — but it’s not good enough for the extra marks to push you into the top band. Your closing argument fell flat ‘cause of your wishy-washy writing style, you didn’t adequately humour the counter arguments and undermine them to strengthen your thesis, and, worst of all, you misspelt ‘complement.’”

A frown graces your features. 

“No, I didn’t. C. O. M. P. L. I. M—”

“No. With an I, it’s to flatter someone. With an E, it’s to enhance, pair well, or complete another thing.” Toji explains rather robotically, eyes still dead and voice monotone. “For example, if I said you’re a pretty girl, that’s a compliment. And if I said, your essay goes well with the trashcan over there, that’s a statement that suggests the two complement each other. See the difference?”

He’s already stalking off again, hands in his pockets, huge stature unwilling to accommodate the people walking down the hallway. 

You break into a jog, panting embarrassingly by the time you reach him. “Dude, we’ve known each other for three years. We’ve gone through a lot together. We’re basically friends. Can’t you do your best pal a solid?”

Toji glances down at you. He pushes a door open, holding it a second longer than he needed to. You follow behind him. Somewhat amused, he replies, “We know each other because we’re on the same course, not by choice. And I don’t know what you mean by the whole ‘we’ve gone through a lot together’ thing — the most dramatic thing we’ve faced is when the projector didn’t work and we had to go into a different hall. And we’re definitely not friends.”

Well, fuck, you’re running out of rope. 

“Then, let’s officially be friends,” you offer, elbowing him gently. “If you ever need help, buddy, I’ll always have your back.” Then, in an act of complete desperation, you begin shakily singing, “You’ve got a friend in me. You’ve got a friend in me. When the road looks tough ahead—”

A heavy hand shoves you away by your head. You stumble into a bulletin board.

“Enough,” he gruffs. “My day’s already fucked because the prof lost his papers and wants to blame me. I don’t need to lose my hearing on top of that.”

Your head flits around. “Did you guys see that?” People give you weird looks. “He just shoved me. The TA just shoved me. We need to protest his violent behaviour by demanding he remarks our papers. Who’s with me?”

Everyone walks past without another look at you.

Toji, on the other hand, lifts his glasses and runs a hand down his face. Muttering something under his breath, he pushes a door open and holds out a hand before you can mindlessly follow. “It’s the men’s bathroom. Tell me you’re not shameless and stupid enough to come in here.”

“I’ll wait outside.”

His eye twitches. 

As though an idea comes to him, he straightens ever so slightly. “I’m gonna take a dump; you’ll be waiting a while.”

“That’s okay — I have no more classes so take your time but make sure you don’t stay sitting down longer than you need to,” you tell him, smiling innocently and standing aside to let a guy walk out, ignoring the freaked out face he makes at you. “You can get hemorrhoids."

He groans. “Jesus fucking Christ, woman.” 

That seems to be as much of you he can tolerate because he walks in without another word to you. Opposite the door, you lean against the wall, whistling and coming up with alternative lines you can pull on him. 

God, he’s so stubborn. 

It’s not like giving you the marks docks his pay or lowers the professor’s opinion of him. He’s clearly just being an ass. 

If he wasn’t such a good TA, a genuinely intelligent man, you would have gone above his head and asked for the prof’s personal assessment. But no, he has to be knowledgeable, a helpful source of information when you’re lost, someone who seems to know everything about any topic, who knows the exact pages of a textbook you should read to further your understanding, and who’s never declined a meeting for clarification on something you wrote. 

For years now, you two have had a friendship-like relationship, often sharing snacks and exchanging brief words before or after lectures and classes, despite what he says.

Everyone gets along with him, though you’ve never actually seen him hang out with friends or go to parties. Maybe he doesn’t have any. Word on the street is he works part time in a couple different places. Some say so he can afford drugs, some for tuition. 

The rumours never interested you, apart from any that mused about his love life, which seems to be nonexistent except for the many girls who hit on him. Not that you’re especially interested.

It’s just fun to be in the know.

Who knows how long has passed since he went in there. Your phone says fifteen minutes. Is that a normal amount of time for someone to be taking a dump?

Hesitantly, you push the door open and yell out, “Fushiguro? You doing okay? Is it stuck? For a couple extra marks, I’ll give you a hand.”

No one replies. 

Brows furrowing, you bend down, looking through the stalls. No feet. What the hell?

Ahead, a window is ajar. Big enough for a man to squeeze through. Well isn’t that convenient? The kind of convenient that exists only in fiction.

Aggrieved and feeling bamboozled, you stomp back to your dorm room, slamming the door, jumping face down on the bed and screaming into the pillows. You’d feel better if you knew he had a grudge on you, if you bumped into him the first day and spilled his coffee all over himself and he’d never forgotten it. Instead, he’s just like that: does things by the book, does his job well, and achieves the best grades with ease. 

Naturally, he’d become the professor’s assistant, a coveted position that seemed like it was made for him from the very beginning, and made your life a living hell because he won’t ever make concessions for you.

Sure, you shouldn’t ask him to, but it’s not like you’re asking for much. You’re generally a high performing student — punctual, hard working, ambitious — but you had one bad day which resulted in one bad essay and it lowered your average and now the internship you’d been eyeing could be snatched from your hands in a blink of an eye. 

“It’s just not fair,” you cry out to your teddy bear. “It’s three marks. Three! Would it kill him to reread my essay and find those three marks?”

Mr. Teddy stares back at you and says, “He’s a grumpy man. Don’t take it personally.”

You sit up, blinking and processing his reply.

“Teddy…you’re right. He is a grumpy man, a TA with broad shoulders, yummy arms, and thick thighs with a bubble butt, but a man nonetheless. If he won’t pull favours for me, student to student, maybe he’ll pull favours for me man to woman.”

The plushie falls to the bed as you stand, staring at yourself in the mirror and formulating a plan. 

With that you decide to seek him out the next day, sporting a new outfit and a different attitude.

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.

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“Hi.”

“Fuck off.”

The cafeteria’s busy. It always is. It’s loud enough that most people wouldn’t even hear the exchange — chairs banging on tile, trays clattering, someone laughing too loudly at a table nearby. 

Toji’s hunched slightly over a bowl of udon noodles, chopsticks moving lazily as he slurps them down. Some sports clip plays on his phone, propped against his dented metal water bottle. Commentators yell about something you don’t understand. His sleeves are pushed up over his forearms, revealing ropey muscle and the faint silvery line of an old scar running across his wrist.

An old hoodie hangs off his shoulders over a plain white T-shirt. Distressed jeans, worn sneakers. He’s too big for the plastic chair, long legs spread under the table. When he saw you approach, his feet had hooked onto the chair legs, forcing you to fight to remove it from his clutches so you could take a seat.

So damn rude.

His glasses have fogged slightly from the steam of the noodles.

He doesn’t look up. But he knows it’s you. You can tell by the way his mouth tightens for half a second before he goes back to eating.

You snatch his phone away. His green eyes flick up, annoyed. You smile, arms pushing your breasts together so they spill over your tight top. Toji’s gaze doesn’t waver. He continues to stare at you like you’re a pest. 

“You can’t take no for an answer?” he asks though it’s not a question at all. “Might want to retake the consent course.”

Manicured fingers walk up his bare forearm before scratching down from his elbow. His skin is warm. Light dusting of hair tickling your fingertips. “Oh, Toj, have I ever told you how handsome you are? Because you really are. You’re so damn hot I can hardly focus on the lectures.”

He snorts, still eating his noodles and still refusing to look at your cleavage. “That’ll explain why you’re missing marks.”

Jaw dropping, you force yourself to recover quickly. A heeled foot brushes against his calf, sliding his jeans up. You bat your lashes, sultrily saying, “The only thing I’m missing is your cock in me, big boy.”

Toji meets your eyes again. His scarred lips twitch. “I don’t need to tell you that was bad, do I?”

You cringe, foot dropping and whole body slumping back into the chair. “Yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it.” Then you sit up, handing him his phone, and asks, “Are the noodles good? I’ve never had them.”

Phone pocketed, he shrugs. “They’re just the cheapest deal on the menu. Growing girl like you should get something more filling.”

The menu’s extensive, and the only thing sticking out to you is the chicken burger and chicken tenders meal deal. It seems to be especially popular today but you’re not sure you can finish the whole thing. 

“Hey, if I get the Meal Super Cluck Blaster, will you share it with me? I’ve got dinner plans later so I don’t want to fill up.”

That finally gets a reaction. Toji leans back a little and gives you a slow once-over. Tight top. Lacy bra peeking up. Glossy lips. More jewellery than usual. His eyebrow lifts. “That why you’re dressed like a hooker?” he asks lazily. “Hot date?”

“Nah,” you reply, waving him off. “Wore this for yo— Wait.” You lean forward, staring at him wide eyed. “Are you jealous? Are you in love with me already? Because for extra marks, I’ll cancel my dinner plans and promise myself to you for all eternity.”

Toji rolls his eyes. “Go get something to eat; you sound insane.”

You hop up. “Okay, but stay there, alright? Take my burger because I only want the tenders. Oh, and will you share a pot of cheesecake with me? I’m lactose-intolerant but I really want cheesecake right now.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He’s still here when you come back. 

As soon as you hand him the wrapped up burger, he scarfs it down the way big men do, like they haven’t eaten in days. You push him the tenders too. You’d actually gotten a double serving of everything so you have your own portion of tenders and he gets to eat another burger. There’s no way a man his size could survive on udon noodles.

“Also, let’s not act like you didn’t leave me hanging outside the men’s bathroom yesterday,” you bring up after sipping your juice. “Can’t believe you left through the bathroom window just so you could get away from me.”

“I didn’t,” he says, mouth full and adjusting his glasses. 

You frown, dipping a piece of chicken in hot honey. “No, you definitely did. I peeked and there were no feet in any of the stalls. Unless you’re telling me you can grow invisible.”

“Just lifted my legs when I heard you come in, which I knew your crazy ass would do, so I could finally leave in peace. Didn’t think it’d take you fifteen minutes though.”

A laugh escapes you. “You were waiting me out? Does that sound like the mature thing to do? Jeez, you need to act your age.”

Toji’s eyes meet yours. Your smile falters for the briefest second. “I’m not that much older than you,” he reminds you. “Only by two years.”

“And yet you call me kid or kiddo,” you retort, clearing your throat. Have his eyes always been that green and deep? And is his voice usually that husky and masculine? Because you could have sworn guys your age don’t sound like that.

He shrugs again, second burger finished in a blink of an eye. “Never hurts to remind yourself.”

“Remind yourself what?”

The legs of his chair screech as he pushes it back. He stands, picking up his tray, and answers, “Forget about it. Enjoy your dinner plans. And I’m taking the cheesecake — no one wants a gassy date.”

“Wait,” you call out before he can turn away. “My marks?”

A pat on the head ruffles your hair. 

“Still a no, kid.”

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.

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“What if I suck your dick?”

Toji lifts his glasses to rub at his eyes. “I’ve got a ton of papers to grade for another class; I don’t have time for you.”

The door shuts behind you. His office is bare, not a single decoration littering the place, not a plant nor a picture. 

His office is exactly how you remember it — disappointingly, aggressively empty. The walls are a dull institutional beige that makes the overhead fluorescent light feel even harsher. No posters. No photos. Not even a sad little plant struggling for life in the corner.

Just a desk. A filing cabinet. Two chairs that look like they were stolen from a waiting room. It’s the kind of office someone occupies temporarily, like he expects to leave at any moment and doesn’t see the point in settling in.

Leaning against the desk anyway, your fingers drum lazily along the edge.

You’ve been here before: once to argue about a paper he’d shredded with red ink, once because you’d missed an exam and needed him to sign a form, and once because you’d sworn you heard him swearing loud enough to be heard halfway down the hallway.

You grip his shoulder, squeezing as you scan the fat stack of papers on his desk — the prof’s particular about handwritten essays. There’s so much to read through; you do not want to be him. 

“God,” you mutter, flipping through a few pages of the stack. “There’s like fifty here.”

“Seventy-two,” Toji corrects without looking up. His handwriting is sharp and aggressive, red ink slashing through entire paragraphs like he’s committing academic murder. You wince in sympathy for whoever wrote the paper currently being dismantled.

“Good thing you can multitask, can’t you? I’ll suck your dick under the desk, you grade papers, and you bump me up a grade. Easy.”

He shrugs you off, hulking body hunched over and pen scratching on the papers, leaving harsh circles and comments like, ‘what the hell does this mean?’ and ‘you can’t just say perchance.’ 

Toji gruffs, “I’m serious. Take your jokes elsewhere.”

Nah, you think to yourself. 

With a massive struggle against his weight, you yank his chair back, wheeling him a distance from the desk and clambering under before he can fill the space again. He makes some noise above you but you pay him no mind. Your hands rest on his meaty thighs through his sweatpants, marvelling at the density, at the strength you find in them. 

“You’re fucking ridiculous.” His foot nudges your knee. “Get the fuck out. I’ll cropdust you if I have to.”

You call his bluff by clutching his clothed cock. He jolts, grunting. Laughing softly, you muse, “You say all that but you have a semi already — did my proposition get you hard, Toji?”

You’re rubbing his hard on, trying not to get flustered by how big he feels, and how fat the girth is. Of course he’s big. In hindsight, you really shouldn’t have been so surprised; he’s a big man so naturally the proportions will match up. 

“Suck my dick, don’t suck my dick, it doesn’t matter,” he says, sighing and probably pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’re not getting those marks.”

He thinks that’ll stave you off because he knows you’re whoring yourself out for a grade. What he doesn’t know is that your stupid little brain’s already forgotten about all of that the moment you felt his cock. Now all you can think about is how you’ll have to stretch your lips nice and wide to take him in, and even then, even when your throat is lax and loose, you won’t be able to take him to the base. 

Toji grunts again, peering down at you. “You mouthing at my dick? Did’ya not hear what I said?”

Like you’ve been possessed, you press kisses to where his tip is, humming around it. “I heard, but your dick’s saying other things to me, and I know which I prefer to listen to.”

“My dick’s not marking your paper, so get the fuck up,” he growls.

“Don’t wanna.”

“You’re fucking killing me here.”

A heavy hand bundles your hair up, pulling but you fight against it, hooking your fingers under the waistband and releasing him from the constraints. His boxers have a hole, and yet you only find it endearing. Freeing his cock so it bounces up and smacks your cheek, it leaves a wet mark on your skin. 

Tutting, he wipes away the wetness from your skin. 

Oh fuck, he really is big. 

With nothing between you and his dick, you can see him in all his glory in the partial shadow of under his desk — long, thick, flushed red, already shiny at the slit, veiny as hell, hairs at the base wild and unruly, with weighty balls to match. You’ve never seen anything better. 

Tongue out, you lick him from base to tip, prodding at his frenulum.

“Quit it,” he commands through gritted teeth. 

You moan wantonly, already addicted to the salt on his kin, to the texture of his veins, to the softness of his cockhead. “Toji, you’re so big. I don’t think this’ll fit inside me.”

The thing throbs, bobbing. A droplet oozes out and you quickly lick it up. The hand that was pulling your hair has grown slack, simply resting on the back of your head, keeping you from bumping the wood. 

Voice hoarse, he mutters, “If anyone can make it fit, it’ll be your stubborn ass.”

Your eyes meet his from under the desk, mischief sparkling in them you’re sure. His cock throbs again. “I thought you had papers to mark, Fushiguro. Maybe you should get on that, no?”

A calloused thumb presses down on your lips, shushing you. It slides down, bringing your bottom lip down with it, before releasing it so it’ll bounce back in place. That same thumb holds your jaw open, hand guiding your mouth to his tip. You know what he wants. You also know that he knows that you both know that you won this time. 

Wide as you can, you take as much of his length as possible. You don’t get much further than a third of the way, full beyond belief and overwhelmed by just how much of him there still is. Your nails dig into his thighs.

“If this is supposed to convince me to give you extra marks, then you’re failing real hard, doll,” he notes, gripping the base. “Can barely fit the head, can you?”

He’s acting like it’s your fault he’s so big. 

Challenged, you loosen your throat to take him an inch deeper. You gag around the length. Toji curses under his breath. “Careful,” he mutters. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

You ignore him in favour of shallowly bobbing, sucking and licking what you can, as though he’s a lollipop. It’s actually kinda fun.

The familiar sound of pen scratching on paper and paper rubbing on paper echoes in the relatively quiet office. Only the wet sounds of your mouth sucking his cockhead pierces the silence. 

Growing more and more used to his size, you flick your tongue around the head, letting your hands wrap around the rest of him, squeezing and tugging in time with your mouth. Occasionally, he makes a couple breathy noises — low grunts when your tongue laps up his tip, gravelly groans when you hollow your cheek to suck, and rough exhales through his nose when you grip his balls, massaging them, thumb rubbing the seam. 

It becomes easier to forget why you were here in the first place; you’re just blowing him for your own entertainment now, wanting something to occupy your throat. 

Then, he asks, as though he’s making casual conversation, “How was the date?”

“Hmm?”

Toji rolls his eyes. “The date,” he repeats. “How was it? He pay for the meal? Open doors, see you to your door, kiss you goodnight and shit?”

Your lips stretch into a smile. You release him with a pop! “I didn’t go on a date,” you tell him. “My friends hosted a housewarming party because they moved in together. I had a great time, thanks for asking.”

Is he pleased? Unaffected? Genuinely just making conversation? Hard to tell, except for the pushing of his hand, urging you back to his dick, and taking him further inside your throat, till his tip bumps the back of the gummy walls. 

“Good,” he exhales out, thighs flexing around your body. “That’s real good.”

“My blowjob skills or that I had a great time?” you ask, words muffled and barely understandable.

“Both,” he answers. “Both, doll.”

A knock on the door has you both stiffening. Toji glares down at you and whispers, “It’s the prof. Do not make a sound.”

He didn’t need to tell you that — you’re well aware that if you get caught, you’ll both face disciplinary action, and will likely be kicked out of the university. That’s worse than not getting the internship. 

The office falls quiet so suddenly you can hear the ticking of the wall clock. Toji’s hand tightens briefly against the desk as the knock comes again. “Come in,” he calls, voice steady.

The door opens before he even finishes the word.

“Ah, Fushiguro, there you are,” the professor says, stepping inside with a stack of papers tucked under one arm. “I wasn’t sure if you’d left already.”

From your position under the desk, you can only see shoes. Polished leather. Slow steps across the floor. You don’t slide his cock out of your throat, lest it makes a sloppy noise that’ll give you both away. So you breathe through your nose, being very, very quiet.

“No, I was just finishing up some grading,” Toji replies, cool as a cucumber.

His tone is annoyingly normal. Completely unbothered. He’s really convincing. Has he done this before? Is this a normal occurrence? Do a lot of girls offer to blow him for better marks, and does he take them up on it? Are you the one exception to his generosity? 

“Good, good.” Papers shuffle. A chair creaks as the professor sits across from the desk. “I actually wanted to ask about the research methods essays.”

Of course he did.

You squeeze your eyes shut.

Toji shifts slightly above you — just enough that the movement brushes your shoulder — and then he leans back in his chair. “Yeah?” he says.

“I noticed something odd in the submissions this year,” the professor continues. “Half the class seems to misunderstand the section on sampling bias.”

He hums thoughtfully. “You mean where they’re supposed to explain the limitations of convenience sampling?”

“Exactly.”

A sheet of paper slides across the desk.

“You see this one here—”

From below, you hear Toji pick it up.

“—they describe the method correctly, but their conclusion contradicts their own analysis.”

There’s a pause whilst the TA reads. You stare at the underside of the desk and try not to shift your knees. God, this is like torture. Having a cock lodged in your throat and not being able to do anything with it is hell. Above the desk, they’re chatting away, talking about your fellow students, with the professor none the wiser that one such student’s under the desk. 

“Yeah,” he says after a moment. “They’re treating correlation like it proves causation.”

“Precisely!” the professor says, sounding delighted. “It’s surprisingly common.” Another pause. You hear a pen tap the desk twice. “I was thinking next year we might restructure the lecture slightly,” the professor continues. “Maybe introduce a short case study before the assignment.”

“Could work,” Toji replies. “Give them something concrete, tangible, to analyse.”

Your legs are starting to cramp. Your lips tighten around his hot cock. Toji brushes your hair back from your face, a quiet act to show he hasn’t forgotten about you. The professor keeps talking, completely unaware.

“Also,” he says, shuffling more papers, “the literature review sections were stronger this year.”

“Mm.”

“I suspect the workshop helped.”

Toji lets out a quiet huff that might be agreement.

“You handled that well, by the way,” the professor adds. “The students seem to respond to your feedback.”

This is way too boring, you decide. In an act you might end up regretting for the rest of your life, your offended tongue prods his tip where he’s still leaking salty precum. 

He grunts, knee crashing up on the wood. 

The professor asks him if he’s alright, and Toji replies, “Fine. Sorry. Just had a cramp.”

A triumphant smile pulls at your lips, which is quickly wiped away by the sudden pinch at your cheek. You wince, unable to smack him in retaliation. 

A sigh fills the room. “I fear you work too hard, Fushiguro. You ought to take a break here and there. Do something fun and wild, or whatever it is people your age do nowadays.”

“I am having fun,” Toji says, hand coming back to rest on your head, growing heavier and heavier until you’re forced to take him inside your mouth, deeper and deeper. “In my own way.”

He’s filling you up more than he was before, now more insistent, no longer so passive. You’re struggling to take him but he’s not letting up. Fuck, you’re soaked between the legs. Who knew you had an oral fixation?

“Well, good,” the professor says. He pushes his chair back. Your heart jumps in joy. “I won’t keep you any longer, I know those papers won’t mark themselves. Boy do I not envy you.” He laughs. “Enjoy the rest of your day.”

“You too, Professor.”

Footsteps move toward the door. The handle turns. The door opens. Closes. Silence. Two seconds pass.

Then Toji peers down, licking his scarred lips, and mutters under his breath, “You needy fucking girl. Couldn’t wait, could you? Couldn’t resist not being a pain my fucking ass. If you want cock so badly, then here you go.”

His hips thrust up, hand keeping you in place. Your eyes fly open, throat stretching to take all of him in. Oh, he was as pent up, as frustrated, as you were. The force in which he’s rutting inside your throat displays that nice and clear. 

“You’ll do anything for a good grade, won’t you? Even debase yourself like this. God, you drive me crazy.”

You gag around his cock but he doesn’t pay any mind to that. No, Toji’s just rutting inside your mouth over and over again, grunting louder and louder now. 

Meanwhile, your hand seeks out the heat between your legs. You grind against the heel of your palm, moaning around his length. The vibration has his balls tightening up.

“Fuck!”

Hot cum bursts inside, coating the walls of your throat and your tongue. 

Toji leans back in his chair, which creaks. You pull him out, coughing at the salty burn. Damn, even his loads are big. It’s like a cream puff exploded inside your mouth. 

Hands carry you up, sitting you on his thigh. One rubs your back in circles, the other wipes away the tears at your eyes, licking at the wetness he’s collected on his thumb. “You good, kid?” he asks, brows furrowed. 

“Yeah,” you respond, voice hoarse and not fooling anyone. “I’m good.”

You take a sip of his water from his water bottle, not caring about the fact that you’re drinking from where he had been, and if he cared that your mouth which had been sucking on his dick and cum is on his cup, he didn’t say.

He sighs, tucking himself back in and says, “Come by my place tonight. Hand me your essay again and I’ll reread it. But I’m not making any promises about finding extra marks, alright? It’s just a second chance, and the only one you’ll get.”

Dopily, you smile at him. “Throat game that good, huh?”

His lips twitch. He shoves you away, smacking your ass as you walk away.

“I’ll text you the time and place. Don’t be late.”

Nodding, you head for the door, not leaving however till you ask, “Should I wear matching underwear, or is this a strictly keep your clothes on meeting?”

“Fuck off before I regret it.”

“Lacy thong it is!”

.

.

.

“Should I spread my legs now or do you want me to fluff you first?”

Toji’s deadpan face meets you when he opens the door. He sighs as though he’s regretting this already. Regardless, he lets you in. 

You can tell he showered recently — there’s the scent of cheap soap lingering on his skin and his hair is still a little damp. 

His apartment is nice and clean, which surprises you somewhat. Most guys your age tend to be messy. But you should have known the TA would be neat and organised. 

“I’m serious,” you begin, snuggling up to his side and batting your lashes up at him, “what position do you want me? I’m not the most flexible but I’m not too bad.”

Shaking you off, he pushes you in the direction of the living room where the coffee table is covered with carefully laid out papers he no doubt carried from campus to continue working on. “Go sit down, you horny gremlin. Make some room for your essay and let’s get this over with.”

You do as he says, folding your legs so you can sit by the coffee table on the rug. You take the essay out of your bag, shoving all the others to the side. With a frown, you ask, “So we’re really not fucking?”

He folds himself down too, sitting beside you, knee brushing yours. “I don’t solicit sex in exchange for academic favours. Dunno why you’re so surprised by that — can’t recall having done anything to make you think otherwise.”

“Well, you did give in after I blew you, so…”

“I was gonna offer before you did all that,” he informs you, snorting. “Just never promised to give you the marks.”

Toji adjusts his glasses, taking your papers and starting his reassessment of it. His lips purses, brows furrows, and he stares at the thing like it could tell him the answers to the universe. That or it’s so bad he just can’t fathom what you were thinking. 

“Second paragraph, third line, why the hell is it so convoluted?” he asks, voice returning to that grumpy tone you’re more than familiar with now.

It’s the latter, it would seem. He really meant business. You shaved and everything for nothing. What a shame. 

Leaning over, you rest your head on his big bicep, and, with a pout, reply, “I thought it sounded smart; I was pretty proud of that line actually.”

“No, doll,” Toji says, sighing. “The simpler the better. Don’t purposefully complicate your syntax. Only do what’s necessary to get the point across. If I, an expert in this topic, can barely understand what you mean, how is the ordinary person supposed to?”

“Yeah, okay. Simple is better, I get it.”

He continues reading, red pen in hand and making annotations as he goes. Meanwhile, you’re worming your way into his lap: one hand resting on his thigh at first, then a leg thrown over his. He notices what you’re doing — there’s no way he doesn’t know — but he doesn’t put up a fight. Eventually, you’re sitting in his lap, his chin resting on your head, and his arms caging you in. 

Toji’s warm. He’s comfy to rest on despite all the muscles. Closer now, his soapy scent envelops you. It goes straight to your head. You find yourself squirming. 

“Keep still,” he reprimands, underlining a phrase twice for emphasis. “You can’t just use jargon if you’re not going to explain it. It’s bad practice.”

“Got it.” Fiddling with his spare hand, running your fingers down his and over his palm, you ask, “Are academics supposed to have calluses?”

“They bother you or something?”

“No, not at all. I’m just curious.”

He hums. “I do odd jobs here and there, some more manual than others so yeah I built up some calluses.” Without missing a beat, he pivots the topic. “Tell me again what the difference is between compliment and complement.”

You bring that hand up to your breast, imploring him to grope your tits as you reply, “With an I is to praise someone or something, and with an e is to say something matches well with another.”

A moan escapes your lips when he squeezes in approval. Toji mutters, “Good girl. Guess you do listen to me.” Thumb brushing your hardened nipple through the thin material of your top, you squirm in his lap. His lips move against the top of your head. “No bra?”

“I figured you were going to take it off me anyway so I didn’t bother,” you say, still pressing his hand to your tit, riding the motions of every grope and flick of your nipple. 

Another hum. 

Slowly, you guide that hand down lower. He must know what you’re doing, where you want it to end up, but he doesn’t stop you, doesn’t reprimand or put up any resistance; he’s curious to see how far you’re willing to go. And you’re curious to see how much restraint he has, how long he can hold out before his façade of nonchalance breaks and he’s fucking up inside you.

You tease yourself, and him, first — his fingers, with your guidance, tease your bare thighs, following the hem of your tight skirt. Growing breathless, you ask, “What kind of odd jobs do you do?”

Toji’s calluses tickle the sensitive skin in your inner thighs just right. He’s still marking your paper, occasionally fact-checking your ideas and his theories in a textbook on the table. Amused, he retorts, “You curious about me, doll?”

“Hmm, I want to know exactly whose cock will be stretching me out in a minute.”

He snorts, patting your clothed pussy. You jolt with every impact. “I tutor on the side. Fix up some cars in the garage in town. I’m a physical trainer for three clients at the local gym too. And when I’m low on money, I sell risqué pictures of myself. That disgust you?”

All while he answers, Toji’s blunt nails scrape your slit through your panties. He’s not applying much pressure at all, if any, and yet every skim, every travel up and down has goosebumps rising on your skin.

“N-no,” you answer quickly. “I think that’s really cool. If I had a body like yours, I’d take pictures all the time too.”

His laughter rumbles in his chest. An odd sense of pride warms your own. He says, “Your body’s more than good enough to sell too, you know. Don’t act like you don’t know guys give you double takes all the time, or that your ass could stop traffic.”

Giggling, you lean back, gazing up at him with a smile. “Do you stare at my ass sometimes, Toji?”

God, you’re soaked. You can tell, though you’re not embarrassed whatsoever. If anything, you’re just itching for him to pull your panties to the side and touch you skin to skin, to plunge inside your pussy and make a mess out of you.

“Tell me where you can, and should, insert a semi-colon in paragraph six, and I’ll give you an honest answer.” 

He nudges you with his chin. “Go on. Quit thinking with your pussy and give me the right answer.” A little aggrieved, you sit up straight, holding his wrist to keep his hand between your legs. Your eyes scan the section. Tentatively, you point to a full stop on the second line. Toji shakes his head and smacks your clothed pussy again. “Try again, and don’t guess.”

“Here,” you snarl, feeling way past pent up. “Now give me my reward.”

Toji huffs. “Semi-colons help for varying sentence structures. It’s in the little ways you can convey your points compellingly. Don’t underutilise the right punctuations.”

“Yeah, yeah, smarty pants. Rub my clit and answer my question already.”

Cool air brushes against your swollen, glistening lips. You sigh when his warm hand covers the entire slit barely a second later. His middle fingers are instantly coated in your wetness. He groans. “Fuck, doll, you’re dripping.” Toji doesn’t give you a moment to respond to that; his fingers rub at your throbbing clit in tight circles, drawing it out of his hood. You moan, back arching. 

Finally, he answers, “I stare at your ass all the fucking time after I glare at the losers whose eyes wander from their laptop screens . I’m a big, fucking hypocrite — that what you wanna hear?”

“Fuck yes!”

Rustling of paper reaches your ears. Then two hands are on you: one furiously rubbing the bundle of nerves and the other gripping your throat. He squeezes threateningly. Your vision spots, jaw dropping. “Look at you, all desperate to have my cock inside you. And for what? For a couple marks? You’re not ashamed?”

Your ass is grinding back on his boner, sandwiching the hard thing between your cheeks as your own answer. How could you be ashamed when he wants you so bad too?

“I’m horny! Are you gonna fuck me or not?”

In a split second, you find your world spinning. Your back falls on something hard. You’re staring up at the ceiling, papers scattered beneath you. Rough hands tug you down by your thighs. When you peer down, Toji’s staring up at you from between your lips.

“Yeah, I’m fucking you. You already knew I was gonna. You gonna let me taste your pussy first?” A challenging brow quirks up, like he’s waiting for you to push him away. 

Instead, your legs hook over his shoulders, ankles crossed. You grin at him.

Panties pulled to the side, his fingers spread your pussy for him. Those eyes scan every inch. He releases a shaky breath, cheeks flushed and Adam’s apple bobbing. “Even your pussy’s pretty. Fucking gorgeous.” Running a hand through his hair, he says, “You’re always such a pain, aren’t you?”

“I can’t help that every part of me’s pretty,” you reply, twirling your hair.

“Shut up and play with your tits — I like a show with my dinner.” Toji spits a fat dollop right on your clit. It slides down your slit but before it can disappear in the crevice of your ass, his tongue is collecting it and shoving it inside your cunt. 

You gasp. “Fuck, Toji!”

In spite of his aggressive tone, you pull down your top, letting your tits bounce out. Those eyes follow every jiggle. “Good girl,” he rasps. “Squeeze them for me nice and hard. Good. Real fucking good.”

His glasses are foggy now with your own humidity, rattling with every movement. He’s eating your pussy out like he’s starved, like he’s never tasted anything better, like he’s going to make sure not a single trace of you can be found in his apartment after he’s done with you. 

Growling, he spread your thighs wider. “Course you’ve got a sweet pussy,” he says, brows furrowing in what appears to be anger. “Course it’s sweeter than that fucking cheesecake. Course I’ll be craving you till I die.”

Fingers tangle in his hair, tugging for purchase. “Ngh, Toji, my clit…suck my clit!”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Those scarred lips, the very ones you’ve stared at more times than you can count, wrap around your clit, sucking hard the way you did when you were blowing him under the desk. Electricity sparks inside, sending tremors up from your lower belly to your tits to the very tips of your fingers. “Oh fuck, that’s so good.”

Filthy squelches are being wrung out of you, and you know he’s doing it on purpose, addicted to how responsive your body is to him.

Two fingers worm their way through your pulsing hole, basking in the rough textures of your entrance, stretching your gummy walls on their way to curling against that spot that has you oozing more cum out. 

“You’re fucking tight,” he hisses. “You’re gonna struggle taking all of me later.” Then he barks a laugh, spare hand pressing down on your belly where the pressure builds up. Your toes curl. “A better man would take pity on you, go slow or wait another day, but I’ve already had my tongue inside your cunt so I’ll spare you the gentleman act.”

More fingers shove in, ignoring the screech that you let out. You’ve never had more than two and yet all four of his thicker, longer fingers are inside pushing your walls to their very limits. 

Despite that, he remarks, entertained by the shock on your face which he studies through his glasses, “Suck it up, buttercup — my cock’s thicker than this, you know that.”

You do. 

It’s all you’ve been thinking about all day. Hours after, your jaw’s still stretched out, sore and creaking after the workout you put it through. The thought of having something even thicker, longer than his four fingers has you growing dizzy, head handing over the coffee table.

“Yeah, my cock can’t wait to feel you too,” Toji says, not to you but to your pussy which is squelching lewdly and loudly. “Had to resist jerking my dick raw all day so you better make it good for me.”

Is it seconds later, or minutes, maybe hours, when you cum?

How ever long it is no one can deny it’s the strongest orgasm of your life. 

Your entire body trembles, spasming beyond control. Are you screaming or silently moaning? Are your eyes shut or have you gone blind? And is he still pistoning his fingers inside you, damn near pushing all of his hand in? 

“Stop,” you cry out. “No more, please!”

Mercifully, he yanks his hand out. Unfortunately, it leaves you feeling so empty you immediately crave the feeling of his hand gripping you from inside. 

Lips and chin glistening, he kisses both inner thighs, which tremble. 

Toji gathers you with one arm, showing off his strength as he carries you off the table and to the glass door which leads out to the balcony. It’s dark out and all you can see are the lights of people’s rooms in the apartment across. There are families lounging, dogs sleeping, TV’s blaring. 

Behind you, you hear the rustling of his shirt as he throws it off carelessly. Bare skin grazes your own soon after his hands make quick work of the clothes you’re still wearing. In a flash, you’re naked. He bends down to pick up your fallen panties, inhaling the gusset deeply. Your legs cross tightly at the deeply satisfied groan he lets out. 

“Next office hour,” he starts, lazily spreading your pussy lips and smearing your juices around so he can listen to the squelches and keep your squirming, “you better leave your panties with me. Consider it payment.”

You laugh. “Sure.”

Groggily, you try to keep your head up, wondering what you’re doing by the window, still a little out of it. A hand clutches your jaw, aiding you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you against this window,” he announces, leaving no room for arguments. “You want those extra marks? Then you’re gonna be a good girl and take my cock like a champ.”

Ass gyrating back against the hot, heavy thing still confined in sweatpants, you wonder, “Do you have an exhibitionism kink?”

He lets go of you. You have to catch yourself by pressing your palms to the cold glass. Toji drags your hips back, foot kicking your legs apart. His cock plops onto your ass, scalding. “No, I have a ‘get my time’s worth from shameless women who waste my time with demands for better grades by humiliating them’ kink.”

“Sounds long. We should get that shortened,” you drawl.

His cockhead slides through your pussy, coating itself in your wetness. The fat thing bumps against your clit. You shudder. 

Satisfied with your natural lubrication, he prods your entrance. “Yeah, we should. Let’s call it, Shut The Fuck Up And Take It.”

Then he enters you in one go.

You scream.

The window fogs up with your breath. Your eyes roll to the back of your head. 

You’re taking so much of his length so quickly that it should be painful. Despite that, there’s not an ounce of pain, not one you didn’t like at least — only the overwhelming pleasure of being filled up is resonating. 

Toji grunts. “Almost had to fist this cunt and you’re -hah fuck- still too tight.”

Pummelling his cock in, his hips don’t pause for a second. You gasp for breath, palms slipping and sliding on the condensation that’s built up on the glass. It’s like you can feel him in your lungs, so impossibly deep, so hot, so intimidating. 

“God, it should be a crime to have a body like this,” he says, hands groping every part of your flesh he can reach. He slaps your ass to watch it jiggle for him. He’s an ass man, that much is clear.

The force of his thrusting has you pushed closer to the glass, so close now that almost your entire front is flush with the surface. The coldness grazes your nipples. You moan. 

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

He tugs you back to him, body sliding down the glass till your ass is jutted out. Toji carries your hips up so you can reach him, but it means your toes are only brushing the floor. You cling to the glass door as much as you can. Through the glossy haze, you see the marks you left on the glass, from the oils and sweat on your skin. You see the outline of your tits, all round and fat, the handprints you left and the smearing of them all over the place because you couldn’t grapple with one position to have them in. 

Are people watching? Are you flashing a poor old man, are you reigniting a sexual appetite in a pitiful divorcee, making a housewife jealous, creating fantasies for some guy your age? Are people rubbing one out to the flashes of ecstasy on your face, to the swaying of your tits, to the rippling of your ass?

Toji’s fingers creep under you, furiously teasing your clit. You whine. “I think I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go on, gorgeous,” he rasps. “Lemme feel you cum around my cock. Make my dreams come true.”

Two fingers gather the cream that’s formed a ring at his base. He draws three letters on the glass for you to stare at. It spells out c u m.

God, he’s dirty.

Another orgasm ripples through you. Your thighs shake. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Toji!”

He growls out, hands tightening their grip on your hips, threatening to bruise, “Shit, you’re gonna make me cum early.”

Without waiting for you to come down from your high, he flips you around. Your back thuds against the door. His cock reenters you in a clean, easy slide, cunt beyond soaked and stretched out. Your arms and legs wrap around him. 

Those glasses of him have fogged up so thickly now that they fail to serve their purpose. Toji takes it off with one hand, sliding it onto your head, like a headband keeping your face clear of your hair. “Don’t let them fall,” he orders. “They break and you won’t be getting that internship.”

And his lips?

They smack against yours.

He kisses you, all tongue and teeth and drool dripping down chins, like he’s been waiting weeks, months, perhaps years to do that. And you kiss him back just the same. 

Inside you, his cock throbs. Toji’s hips swing back and forth, pelvis grinding on yours, rubbing your clit and wringing our more obscene squeeeelches. 

“Oh god, I’m so full, Toji. You’re so fucking big.”

“You’re -hngh- t-taking me so well,” he praises, littering sloppy kisses all over your face and neck all while he pinches and rolls your nipples. “Moaning so adorably, all pretty and finally keeping this mouth quiet of smartass comments. You should be like this all the time.”

The rocking of his cock inside you is even better like this. The closeness, the warmth, the taste of him — you wonder why you waited so long to do this. 

Tits squashed to his chest, your nipples scrape his skin, slipping and sliding with the sweat beading down your bodies. The hard planes of his chest feel magnificent. Nothing about his muscles are for vanity only, and the knowledge of the strength he’s holding back has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

“You’d miss my smartass comments,” you tell him, head thrown back and hips working their way down on his cock of their own volition.

Toji groans against your neck, licking droplets of sweat. “Yeah, maybe. I definitely wouldn’t miss your spelling errors though.”

Smiling, you tug his head up by his hair, and bite his bottom lip. You pull and let go so it’ll snap back into place like he’d done with your lip when you were under his desk. “Maybe if you taught me like this, I wouldn’t -hah- make so m-many mistakes— deeper, Toji! Fuck me deeper.”

His hips plough deeper inside, like you wanted, hitting that spot inside you till you’re sure it’ll be bruised in the morning. Moans after moans are fucked out of you; his neighbours will give him an earful tomorrow, you’re certain. 

“Book more office hours just to see me and not because you want something from me, then we can see if I can fuck your stupidity out of you,” he retorts. 

You peck his lips. “Aw, does poor, needy Toji want me to give him more attention? Does he miss me when I’m not there? What a cute little baby.”

“Yeah, he does, actually,” he says, smirking. “That a problem?”

“It will be if you don’t make me cum.”

Toji reminds you, “You’ve been cumming around my cock this entire time; you still want more? Greedy girl.”

He pulls away from the window, stalking over to the sofa instead. Each step burrows him deeper inside you, kissing your cervix and pushing out gasps from your lips, all of which he swallows. 

Carelessly, he throws you on the sofa. You bounce with an oomph!

Ankles held by one hand, he keeps your legs upright, hips lifted up to meet his. Toji presses a kiss to your ankle bone before he pushes his cock back inside. Your back arches with a mewl. Like this, his huge body becomes even more glaring — he’s casting a shadow over you, completely dwarfing you, reminding you how easily he could break you, how he could take whatever he wants from you. 

Every time he buries himself to the hilt, a bulge pops through your tummy, right under your belly button. 

“Look at that,” he mutters, brushing a thumb over it. You whine. “Feel me deep inside you? You’ll be feeling me inside for days, won’t you? Once it starts to fade, you can always come back for another fill, you know.”

“Promise?” you ask, grinning ear to ear. 

Toji pulls out, leaving just his tip before he slams back in, jostling you down on the sofa. His abs contract, cock throbbing at the sudden clenching of your walls around him. “Fuck, yes, doll. Promise. I fucking promise.”

His glasses have slid off, rattling somewhere on the sofa with the impact of every thrust. He doesn’t seem to care about them anymore. You’re nearing another orgasm, head whipping around at the intensity of the pressure building in your core. He’s bullying his cock relentlessly in your cunt, chasing after his own high and sending you to yours. 

When your eyes clash with his piercing, green ones, unobstructed by his glasses, you explode with a scream. 

“F-fuck,” he grunts, following soon after. 

Searing cum spurts inside you, cock pulsing, cum painting your walls. His thumb rubs your clit, aiding you through your orgasm. Your moans are vibrating against the walls, definitely disturbing his neighbours, but so are his groans. 

He slumps over, rolling the two of you on the sofa so you’re resting naked on his heated body, his heavy arm preventing you from falling off. Your pussy’s sore, a mix of your cum and his dribbling out and creating a sticky mess on your inner thighs. 

Absentmindedly, as you both catch your breath, he rubs your back. You draw shapes and letters on his chest. Toji combs his hair off of his forehead, chest rising up and down with his breathing. The dirty marks you two left are still on the glass, though it’s no longer foggy. 

Reaching up above him, he gracefully finds his glasses, sliding them on his face. You like him with and without them. 

“So,” you begin, “about those extra marks.”

Toji lifts his glasses up to rub a hand down his face. “Jesus, yes, you’ll get the marks.”

“Thanks!” you chirp. 

“God, you’re a pain in the ass.”

.

.

.

“Fuck, Toji,” you moan. “I already came three times. It’s too -hic- too much.”

Your TA ruts his cock inside you, face buried in the crook of your neck. His glasses are on your nose bridge, blurring your vision; he gets so frustrated when the thing gets in the way of kissing you or eating you out.

“Shut up,” he rasps, hand pressing down on your lower belly so you can feel him even more. “You’re the one who dragged me here. Take every orgasm I give you and be grateful.”

That’s true — you were supposed to have an office hour with him, which is really an excuse to see your boyfriend before you have to attend the internship induction session, but then you took one look at him and his amazing body and started soaking through your panties so here you two are.

Oh yes, you did say boyfriend.

After he blew your mind out, you’d been visiting his apartment after classes so often, you were practically living there, and he didn’t mind. It started out casual, but after realising you two would go grocery shopping, watch movies together, and text each other practically every day, you decided to just seal the deal and make it official. 

In short, he fucks good, and he can tolerate your personality, so you two stuck together. 

A month in, neither of you are really regretting it. At least, if his desperate thrusting and sloppy kisses to your neck’s anything to go by. 

“Missed you so much, Toji,” you whine, hips fucking back into him.

Toji groans, hand groping your tit from under your shit. “Yeah, baby?”

“Mmm.”

“Missed you too,” he confesses, licking a stripe up your neck and scraping his teeth down. Goosebumps rise on your arms. “Been wanting to see you all morning.”

You giggle, holding onto the stall for purchase and so his thrusting won’t make you smack face first onto the door. “You’re so cute w-when you’re needy.”

“Fuck off,” he says with no real heat to his words. 

In the near distance, the door to the men’s toilets opens with a dull metallic creak, the sound echoing faintly off the tiled walls. Feet pad in—slow, unhurried. The steady rhythm of someone who expects the place to be empty.

“Fushiguro?” a voice calls out. “You in here?”

The two of you go very, very still. Toji’s entire body stiffens behind you, muscles locking. His hand clamps firmly over your mouth for extra measure, warm palm pressing tight enough that you can feel the tension in his fingers.

Your heart slams against your ribs, loud enough that you’re half convinced it might echo under the stall. What the hell is the professor doing here?

“Susan told me she saw you walk in this direction. You got a minute?”

Toji releases a tense breath through his nose, annoyed at the interruption but left with no choice but to answer. He lifts you up so your feet hang over the floor and won’t be seen by the outsider. “Yeah, prof. But I’m kinda in the middle of something.”

The professor laughs. “Yes, yes, I’m sure. I do apologise for interrupting you. I was just locked out of my account and can’t send emails for the next hour. You know how terrible I am with technology.” He enters the stall next door. He unzips his pants. You cringe. “I only wanted to ask if you’re prepared to host the internship induction later.”

You go still, this time for a different reason. 

Your boyfriend releases your mouth. Fingers creep over to between your legs, where you’re still connected to him, where he’s still throbbing inside you. He slowly rubs your clit, keeping you from squirming in complaint with his strong arms. Toji responds, “Yeah, got all my notes ready.”

The bastard’s trying to distract you…

“Ah good, good,” the older man joyfully responds. His stream hits the water, and you fight the urge to face palm. “I had a look over the plans and the schedule. Very well organised, I must say. The competition was fierce, which is a testament to the success of the event, so props to you.”

Do men hold conversation so casually in the toilets?

Toji carefully begins moving in slow and shallow thrusts, prodding your g-spot over and over with his fat cockhead. You bite your lips to keep from moaning. Your nails dig into his thick arm. He ignores you. 

“Don’t mention it, Professor.”

The man zips himself back up and flushes, exiting the stall. Outside, the tap runs, and you’re both still as quiet as rocks, afraid that any sudden movement will out you both as sexual deviants. 

He adds, “Oh, and thank you for handling the applications for me; you know I hate all that paperwork nonsense.” 

Your jaw drops. 

Beyond tense, Toji replies like he’s aware of the weight every word exchange carries, “I do what I can do to help out.” 

“I couldn’t do what I do without you,” the professor continues, sincere and ignorant to the fact that you’re there. The rustling of paper towels echoes. “Well, I’ll see you later. Apologies again for interrupting.” 

The exit door swings open and you relax, but then his voice fills the space again. 

“Do say hello to your pretty, little girlfriend for me.” 

Your heart? 

Drops to the fucking floor.

Toji’s grip on you tightens just slightly, barely noticeable unless you’re pressed this close to him.

Your mind races. Did he see you come in? Did someone tell him? Did Susan, whoever the hell she is—

Toji speaks before you can spiral further, his tone sharper now, suspicion threading through it. “What do you mean, Professor?”

“Oh, you know, the girl you’ve been eyeing for a while now — she’s on the internship, yes?” Then he laughs the kind of laughter old men do, all paternal and wise. “Don’t worry, son, I’m not accusing you of pulling strings; I know she’s a very intelligent young woman. Ambitious too. Almost as ambitious as you. I hope you two work something out.”

Your heart slows its beating but you’re not any less tense. 

Sighing, Toji responds, “I’ll let you know if we do.”

“Yes, yes,” the professor says before he leaves for good. 

Finally, it’s just you two in the men’s toilets again. The silence and emptiness is maddeningly relieving. Although, you’re seething, practically vibrating with accusations and anger.  

Toji lets you down. Your feet touch the ground again. You pull him out, whirling on him with a disbelieving glare. You snatch his glasses off your face with one hand and smack his chest with the other. The man doesn’t budge.

“You sneaky piece of shit!”

He gathers both of your wrists with one hand, rolling his eyes. Toji takes his glasses from you and slides it on his face. Seeing you clearer now, he guides his cock back to your pussy, re-entering with ease. You moan, allowing him to hike your leg over his hip so he can press in deeper.

Kissing your lips, he mutters against your lips, “I did what I had to to get your attention. Sue me.”

“God, you’re the worst,” you breathe out, chest jutting out to his, nipples aching and clit throbbing. 

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, “I’m the big, bad wolf, and you’re creaming all over my dick right now. Let’s not act like you got the short end of the stick here.”

“Master manipulator,” you hiss, kissing him back, fingers tangling in his hair as soon he lets go of your wrists to grope your tit and ass.

“Whore,” he fires back.

Then the two of you smile, clutching each other tightly as you both rock into each other, nearing your mutual orgasm and riding the pleasure growing in your bodies. Fuck, he feels so good.

“We’re gonna be together forever and ever, aren’t we?” you ask.

Toji’s scar brushes your forehead with his kiss. 

“That’s the plan.”

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MeanBf!Toji laying you flat on your stomach with you legs pressed together. He tells you to hold your ass cheeks open for him so he can drill his dick even deeper. It’s hard because his strokes are deep and relentless and you’ve already came twice! Your third orgasm is coming quick because he’s making sure hit that spot he knows all too well.

MeanBf!Toji yanking at your hair every time your hands slip. You whine and babble about how you’re sorry and you’re close and how you’re so so sorry for being bitch to him earlier, but he only fucks you harder. Now you’re cuming hard and you’re out of your fucking mind if you think he’s stopping.

MeanBf!Toji who watches you completely fall apart on his dick. He likes you like this though. Overstimulation, puffy lips and tears look way better on you then a shitty attitude.

MeanBf!Toji who when you cry out that it’s too much, tells you to shut the fuck up and take because brats don’t get to tap out.

[deartokki]

ྀི𖣁 𓂃 𓈒 ˖ anything you do turns toji on

you're bending down to pick something up? he's right behind you smacking your ass with a semi already poking from his boxers. you're stretching your arms out & he gets a peak of your belly? he's squeezing your plump skin & practically humping your sides. you're just on your phone? yeah, he's pouncing on you & groaning against your ear about how sexy you look & you can feel the tent growing in his shorts.

though one thing that turns him on more than anything is when you let out those little, cute moans of yours. and they're never meant to be sexual. it's just those ones that come out when you're stretching sometimes, or when you're snuggling up against his broad chest & you let out a pretty little sigh. oh, don't even get him started when you whine & complain about something — those soft, sweet noises almost makes him burst.

you're cuddling him when you feel his large palm snaking down to your ass cheeks & just as you expect, he gives it a harsh smack! "ouchhhh~!" you whine, looking up at him with that adorable frown & pout on your face.

oh, that sound is just music to his ears.

"i'm hard now." he says. no shame. just palming himself through his boxer shorts as he squeezes your ass again.

". . that's all it took? such a perv." you（gently）slap his cheek, rolling your eyes at the fact that your boyfriend has no shame about this.

"what can i say?" he purrs, rolling you on to your back & going on top of you, his chubbed up length rubbing up against your thighs. his eyes rake over your sweet body, the scar on his lip curling up into that infamous smug smirk of his. "i just can't resist anything you do. and when you sound that pretty? yeah, can't blame a guy for acting this way."

you can't help rolling your eyes again . . & you kinda hate yourself that your panties are soaked from toji's 'gross' behaviour (¬_¬") ！

[mimuju]

you + toji are so gross .ᐟ.ᐟ (>﹏<)

you’re both disgusting in the exact same way, and that’s probably why it works.

toji’s got his face buried between your thighs, his nose pressed right up against the thick thatch of hair you haven’t bothered trimming in weeks. he inhales like he’s trying to get high off it. "fuck, you smell good," he groans, his voice muffled. 

you’re on your back on the unmade bed, legs spread, one hand scratching lazily through his hair. "toji— stop! you’re so fucking weird," you say, but you’re smiling, your hips rolling up to meet his mouth. 

he drags his tongue through your folds, slow and sloppy, and you can feel the scratch of his stubble against your inner thighs. "yeah? you’re the one who didn’t shower after the gym yesterday." 

"you told me not to," you remind him. 

he looks up at you, his mouth shiny. "yeah. ‘cause i like it when you’re gross. makes me wanna ruin you more."

you could be wearing his boxers. they’re old, faded black, the waistband stretched out from how many times he’s yanked them down in a hurry. they hang low on your hips, the crotch slightly damp from how wet you’ve been all morning, thinking about him coming home. 

he notices when he walks in, tossing his keys on the counter. "those mine?" he asks, already crossing the room. you’re on the couch, legs tucked under you, eating cereal straight from the box. 

"yeah. mine were dirty." 

he drops down beside you, his hand sliding up your thigh, under the fabric. "you’re soaked," he observes, his fingers finding the damp spot. 

you shrug, chewing. "been thinking about you." 

he grins, sharp and filthy. "oh yeah? what about?" 

"about you fucking me over the counter." 

"god, woman." his fingers press harder. "you’re just as fucked up as i am."

in your shitty apartment, you don’t bother closing the bathroom door when you piss. he’s brushing his teeth at the sink, and you’re on the toilet, and neither of you acknowledges it as weird. 

"we’re out of toilet paper," you say, reaching for the empty roll. 

he spits, rinses, and hands you the hand towel hanging by the sink. "use that." 

you stare at him. "toji, that’s disgusting." 

he shrugs, already walking out. "you’ll live." 

later, when he fucks you on the bathroom counter, he makes you hold that same towel between your teeth so the neighbors don’t hear you screaming.

you share a single fork when you eat takeout on the bed, both of you too lazy to get another one. he’s got lo mein hanging from his mouth and you lean over, biting it off, your lips brushing his. 

"you’re gross," he says, but he’s already leaning in for a kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth, tasting like soy sauce and laziness. you climb into his lap, still wearing his boxers, and he groans when he feels how warm you are through the thin fabric. 

"you been sitting in my boxers all day, getting them all wet?" 

you nod, rolling your hips. "yeah. thought about you while i did it." 

he grips your ass, hard. "yeah? you touch yourself?" 

"a little." 

"show me."

not to mention, toji loves how you don’t own a single matching set of underwear, and you don’t care. your bras are all different colors, your panties are whatever was cheapest at the store, and toji doesn’t give a shit. he’s got you bent over the kitchen counter, your shorts around your ankles, and he’s yanking your panties to the side instead of taking them off. 

"these are cute," he mutters, his fingers tracing the faded cartoon print. "where’d you get ‘em?" 

"dunno, found them in my drawer." 

he laughs, low and rough. "fuckin’ adorable." then he’s pushing inside you, and you’re both too far gone to care about anything else.

almost every morning, you wake up to the feeling of his hand sliding under the waistband of the boxers you stole from him. the sheets are rumpled but clean.and the morning light filters through the blinds in thin stripes across the bed. 

toji’s already awake, propped on one elbow, watching you with that lazy, half-lidded look he gets when he’s been thinking about something for a while.

"morning," you mumble, voice scratchy with sleep.

"morning." his fingers slip lower, brushing through the hair between your legs, finding you still a little sticky from the night before. he doesn’t say anything about it. just traces slow, absent circles, like he’s got nowhere to be and nothing better to do. "you’re warm."

you hum, shifting your hips a little to give him better access. "been sleeping next to you. you run hot."

he huffs a quiet laugh, his fingers pressing in deeper, sliding through the mess he left inside you. "is that why you’re leaking down here, huh?"

you don’t answer, just roll onto your back and spread your legs wider, the fabric of his boxers stretching across your thighs. he watches his own hand move under the waistband, his expression unreadable. "you’re such a pervert," you say, but there’s no heat in it.

"you’re the one wearing my shit," he counters, leaning down to press his mouth to your neck, his stubble scraping your skin. "and letting me touch you before you’ve even opened your eyes."

"you started it."

"i did." his fingers curl, pressing into you, and you make a small sound. "and you’re letting me finish it, too."

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[satoyesha]

cowgirl with firefighter!toji. thick!woc!reader.

you hear the door before you see toji—heavy boots clunking against the tile, keys tossed onto the side table, a breath dragged through his nose like he’s been holding it all day.

it’s late. you’ve just put your son to sleep in the other room. the living room’s quiet except for the low hum of the TV.

you left it on for comfort, something soft and backgrounded while you waited for him. the scent of his cologne still lingers in the couch cushions, and your pink satin nightdress hugs every part of you he loves.

you don’t get up right away. just shift your plush thighs, stretch your legs a little where they peek from the hem of your nightdress, and let your eyes wander when he steps into view.

and fuck, he’s beautiful.

hair damp, messily pushed back from where he must’ve splashed water on his face.

his black shirt clings to every muscle—his abs, his chest, the slope of his arms all outlined like a blueprint of sin. his turnout pants are still on, heavy and slouched around his hips, half-undone.

he looks like someone who fought hell and won.

toji’s eyes find yours, and even from across the room, you feel the weight of them settle between your thighs.

“you still up, ma?” he asks, voice low.

you smile softly. “didn’t wanna sleep without you.”

he steps closer. his shirt’s riding up a little from how he moves, flashing a sliver of skin you can’t ignore.

you tilt your head, watching the way his chest rises and falls.

“tired, baby?” you ask gently.

“as fuck,” he mutters. “but you in that lil’ dress… not helping, ma.”

you feel heat pool low in your belly.

your legs part instinctively as he kneels between them. his hands find your thighs—warm, heavy, callused—and slide up until they grip your hips. you sit up a little, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“wan’ me to help you relax?” you whisper.

toji chuckles, but it’s low. dangerous.

“whatchu think?”

and now, you don’t even remember how you ended up in his lap.

maybe he sat first. maybe you climbed over him the second he leaned back into the couch.

but now, your thighs are spread wide around his, your knees digging into the cushions, your arms locked around his shoulders as his dick splits you open—again and again.

you’re already soaked. you’ve been since he came through that door.

and toji’s still in that fucking shirt. the sleeves strain around his biceps as he holds your waist and guides your rhythm, letting you ride him at your own pace—until it’s not enough.

until you start bouncing.

your thighs slap down hard against his, your pussy sucking him in so deep you can feel him in your stomach.

the stretch is insane—he’s thick, fat at the base, curving upward and perfectly shaped to ruin you.

every thrust splits you open, every grind makes your head spin. the sloppy squelch of you taking him echoes through the room.

and all toji can do is moan. loud, wet, and broken.

“fu-ffuuck, mami—slow d-down,” he pants. “you tryna fuckin’ kill me?”

you moan, eyes fluttering as your nails dig into the back of his neck.

“s-sooo deep, pa,” you breathe. “y’feel so fuckin’ good, toji—hah!”

he leans in, buries his face against your neck. kisses sloppily, then bites.

his hands are everywhere—palming your ass, sliding up your spine, grabbing your tits through the satin like he needs to feel all of you, needs to own you.

and when you start riding harder, rougher—when your breath starts hitching and your moans go breathless—toji snaps.

“mmph—look at t-that,” he groans, pulling back to watch the way your body moves. “pussy swallowing me whole. can’t even—huhn—fuckin’ breathe in there.”

you’re drenched. creaming all over him, strings of slick catching at the base of his dick every time you lift up and drop again.

the stretch makes your legs tremble, the angle has your clit grinding against him with every movement, and your body is burning.

“gonna—ffuck—cum f’me?” he pants, hands bruising on your hips. “gon’ milk this dick like a good fuckin’ wife?”

“y-yesss—o-ooh!” you whimper, your lips slowly curling up.

toji could only smile at your fucked-out state. his smile was wide and open, half-lidded and glossy eyes flickering between your face, tits, stomach, to where his dick punches up into you—forming a bulge.

he swears he could cum from the sight alone.

you can barely speak. every thrust knocks a moan out of you, your tits bouncing against his chest, nipples peeking through the thin nightdress. his mouth finds them, sucks hard enough to make you cry out.

the knot in your tummy begins to tighten. you can feel it hang on by a thread. “f-ffuuuck, t-toji—i’m—“

“yeeaaah,” he smirks, leaning forward to kiss your lips wet and messily, “i know, mama. me too.”

and the knot finally snaps! you cum so hard your whole body seizes.

it hits all at once—your walls clenching around his girthy dick, your thick and brown thighs tightening, hips stuttering even as you try to keep moving.

you bury your face into his neck, sobbing out his name as the orgasm washes over you.

toji groans into your hair. “th-thaaat’s it, mami. f-ffuuckin’ take it.”

and he still fucks you through the aftershocks.

even as you shake in his lap, even as your pussy pulses around him and starts to overstimulate—he thrusts up into you, rough and deep, chasing his own high.

you arms tighten around his neck, nails scratching at his scalp, mouth hanging open and brows furrowed from how deep he’s fucking you now.

“i’m—s-shit, g’nna cum,” he growls. “gon’ fill you up, ma—put a-another fuckin’ baby in you—”

“y-yeaah?” cry out, hips rolling down against his thrusts, letting him hit the deepest part of you.

“d-do it,” you gasp. “make me a m-mommy again, ‘ji—wanna be full of y-you—”

he slams into you one last time and breaks.

his moan is broken—almost a sob—and his arms lock around you, holding you tight as he spills into you.

hot and thick, his cum floods your sappy pussy, leaking out around his cock as he keeps thrusting through it.

you’re full. overfull. you can feel it dripping out of you.

and still, you don’t move. just pant against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder, his arms still around your waist like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

“…that helped?” you whisper.

toji laughs, dazed. “hell fuckin’ yeah it helped.”

then, his hands slide down to your ass again. his dick still twitching inside you.

“…y’know i ain’t done, ma. right?”

your head lifts, breath catching, sultry eyes chasing his own.

toji smirks. low and guttural. heat pools in your stomach again.

“next round’s on the floor.”

a beautiful girl requested firefighter!toji so i (attempted) to deliver <333 i was dead struggling w this one idk why :(((((

[satoyesha]

୭ৎ toji loves your eyes. thick!woc!reader.

toji was obsessed with your eyes. he always had been.

it was a problem for him—one he didn’t even try to hide. they were big, dark, glittering things, framed in lashes he swore looked like they’d been brushed with a fine paintbrush.

wide enough to make you look sweet, but not so innocent that they didn’t have bite. on you, they sat soft and sultry, holding that glassy sheen that made people’s knees buckle.

men, women, strangers, him—especially him.

and now, pinned under his heavy body, you had those same eyes locked on him—half-lidded, wet, dazed from the way he was fucking you.

he had you in that mean missionary that gave you no mercy; one leg hooked over his thick forearm, pressed high by his shoulder, the other bent and crushed into your chest.

he was leaning over you, pressing you into the mattress, his dick punching up inside you so deep you felt the blunt weight of him in your stomach.

and oh, he looked—down at the creamy ring clinging to his thick shaft, the messy spread of your folds swallowing him in over and over again. the squelch with each thrust.

the gold glint of your anklet flashing near his jaw, the letter ‘T’ swaying with every bounce.

but he always came back to your face.

your mouth was parted, glossed with spit, whimpering. your brows—pinching in like you were trying to hold yourself together. your eyes fluttered between focus and haze, heavy with lust but still looking at him like you could see right through him.

“mmm—y’can’t keep lookin’ at me like that, mama,” he groaned, his voice low and wrecked, sweat sliding down his temple. “tryin’ to f-fuckin’ kill me, huh?”

your chest arched when he bottomed out, tits bouncing hard enough to make the flesh jiggle, soft tummy shifting under his palm when he pressed down. you felt him there—the outline of his dick pressing up from inside you, and he felt it too, rubbing his hand over it like it was his favorite toy.

“oh—ohhh, haah—t-toji!” your voice broke, breathless and cracked, your eyes rolling halfway before he grabbed your jaw and forced them back to his.

“nah, nah. look at me.” his hips snapped forward, your ass rippling from the impact.

“wanna see those eyes when you cum f’me.”

you were already messy, his first load still sitting deep inside you from earlier—every time he pulled back, you felt the warm slickness slide out, coating him, the sheets, the insides of your thighs.

his dick was drenched, gleaming as he drove back in with a wet, sloppy sound.

“f-fuuck—feel that? all that cum from earlier still in ya,” he grunted, pushing harder, grinding his hips into you so your clit dragged against the thick base of him. “‘m bout to give you more, mama.”

your head fell back, voice pitching high, words falling apart into little sobs.

“mmph!—‘m—o-oh sh-shit, toji—‘m cumming! ‘m cumming!”

“yeaah?” he moaned, almost high-pitched and pleased, watching your eyes go wide and glassy as your body seized around him.

the flutter of your walls milked him in long, tight squeezes, your thighs trembling and your leg shaking in his grip.

his girthy dick dragged against every spasm, veins catching and rubbing your sweetest and sappiest spots, making you cry harder.

“thaat’s it,” he rasped, eyes locked on yours. “there she go—make it messy. fuck… that’s my girl.”

you felt it drip—the mix of your slick and the creampie from earlier spilling between you in thick, creamy strings. it coated his length, splashed his lower stomach when he slammed in again, making a filthy squelch each time.

but he didn’t stop.

even when your voice broke into little ah-ah-ahs! even when your mind went haywire, he kept you pinned open and fucked you through it.

“c’mon, mama—givin’ me those eyes like you want me to ruin you,” he panted, his thrusts slower now but heavier, grinding against the spot that made you twitch.

“you want it? wan’ me t’fill you again?”

“y-yes—yesyesyes, please—please, toji—i-i need it—” you babbled, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

he groaned, deep in his chest, and pressed down on that bulge in your stomach. “mmph—so fuckin’ pretty f’me. j-just ‘cause you asked so nicely—sh-shit, ‘m gonna give you every last drop, mama.”

and when he came, it hit you like a wave.

his hips jerked hard, dick throbbing deep, flooding you with heat so thick you could feel it coating your insides. heavy, hot ropes spilling into you, filling you to the brim until it leaked out around him in sticky streams.

“hah—fuckkk,” he moaned into your neck, grinding to keep it all in you. “‘m all in your guts, ma. not wastin’ a single drop.”

the mess was obscene—your thighs slick, the sheets ruined, his cock still wet and dripping when he finally pulled back just enough to watch it ooze out. thick, white, warm between your swollen folds, smearing when he pushed back in for another slow, lazy thrust.

and still, he looked up enough to see your eyes, drunk on the way they looked now; glassy, wet, heavy-lidded, the lashes trembling with every aftershock.

“marry you twice if i could,” he muttered, kissing your ankle where the ‘T’ swayed.

“fuckin’ love these eyes, mama.”

let toji tell me he loves my eyes & we’ll show shibuya a real incident… ✌🏽 also 2 posts in 1 day meaning y’all will never hear from the blaccent queen again

[tojisteddy]

Toji ‘I’ll fuck you how I want when I want because I’m old enough to be your father’ Fushiguro.

cw: 18+ mdni, heavy dub-con, degradation, age gap (25 year old reader, 45 year old Toji), extreme humping, cum play, mean!Toji

Toji doesn’t like you.

You two knew each other through Shiu one way or another. And Toji immediately didn’t like you. Didn’t like that you were hanging around older men, didn’t like your laugh, didn’t like how you looked at him either such pretty whiskey brown colored doe eyes, the way you tilted your head when you were confused, how you so beautifully attentively listened and understood, and didn’t like your accidental touch that made his dick harder than it should’ve been as if he’s a fucking teenager again.

You made him feel strange. So the only thing to do was avoid you like the plague.

Very heard thing to do when you and Shiu are also close. And Shiu invited you to Tojis place to hang out but got an emergency call which caused him to leave. That was the huge sign to get out of there then. But Shiu, that idiot, suggested you two hang out. Leaving you two sitting at opposite ends of the couch. Everytime you tried to spark up conversation you’d only get a grunt or grumble in response. You pulled at your shorts that hugged yout ass too perfectly Toji had to squeeze his eyes shut, fiddling with anything you could get your hands on.

You cleared your throat, finally building the courage to look over to the large man beside you, leaned back on the couch. His head resting in his hand on the arm rest, flexing unconsciously, manspreading without a care in the world. “Do you… hate me?”

He only shifts a little, finding it unnecessary to even glance your way, scratching the slight stubble at his chin, “Yeah, probably.”

That didn’t stop him getting you on all fours on the carpet, rolling his pelvis into yours with a filthy ‘smack!’ over and over.

“Is this what you always do, huh? Fuck— Seduce old men in this little ass shorts.”

You mewl a long, ‘noooo’ letting him rock your own hips against his. The sound of fabric the only thing keeping you two of you part. He scuffs, jaw tightening as you feel his pulsing member through his sweatpants.

“Fuckin liar, know you’re fucking soakin down there want me t’ give you all ‘f my cock.”

You hiccup, head bopping up and down as a reply, your fingers reaching behind you to reach Tojis calloused hands that have a vice on your waist, “Wait- wait-“

“Shut. Up.” He grits, hooking a finger into the loop of your shorts and yanking them down in one swift motion, pretty round fat of your ass sends chills down the older man’s spine. Gripping the bare ass and guiding his flushed cock through your cheeks.

He lowly snickers, slowly thrusting his length, wetting your ass and back with pre. Guiding you back against him, “Fuck, who’d be thought you’d look pretty just like this, huh? Nngh- A young thing like you being used like a fuckin flesh light, you like this shit?”

You groan, each harsh motion of you two so sleazy grinding against each other for more friction. Wanting More, more, more every time you shimmy your plump ass against Toji.

“Put it in Toj! Anngh! Want it inside! Mm put it in!”

His heavy calloused hand comes down on your ass, rubbing his brash cockhead against your puckered hole sliding it down the crevice of your ass. “Tch- Greedy fuckin slut. Could get your ass pregnant right fuvkin now if I wanted.” He slaps his mushroom tip against your slobbering mess of a cunt, your hole fluttering for something to grab onto. He snidely laughs, “Lucky ‘m the one who’s got sense right? Old enough to be your god damn father, practically beggin me for a fuckin baby.”

Toji grips your hips hard enough to bruise, the ‘clap, clap, clap’ of your thighs smacking against each other with every swing of his hips. Pulsing red shaft running through your mushy folds, syrupy fluids dripping and squealching with every sloppy thrust.

Your breath hitches, whine out a moan as your back arches, “Fuck, m gonna cum, shit Toji!—“

“Can practically feel that shit,” he growls, laying a hand on the small of yout back, fixing your arch and making you feel every veiny inch of his cock against your gummy pussy. He drawls out like he’s uninterested, but he can’t help but watch yout every move, “Come on mama, do your fuckin worst.”

Your body trembles, struggling to hold yourself up on your forearms as your dripping wet walls spasm around nothing. Your pretty face all screwed up as you let out a porno graphic moan, letting Toji rut through your ass cheeks, squeezing them together and groaning in pleasure as his milky white cum hit the fat of your ass. Making sure you’re fucking soaked from your back to your thighs. Disgusting.

And like some holy grail, you shimmy your ass again as you come down from your eyes, those pretty glossy brown eyes looking back into his, “Can we- hah- one more time Toji?” That damn head tilt, Please?”

“Fuck,” he pants, chiseled and scarred chest rising and falling as he stares down at your filthy state. He can feel his dick starting to rise again, he snarls, another smack to your ass, “You’re so god damn annoying. Needy little shit.”

Groping your flesh in his hands, he murmurs to himself, cock throbbing for more, “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”

a/n: im sorry in advance. I know I’m weird. And also sure you could get pregnant this way too. Ignore the logistics. What did Monaleo say? We not humping!!😭