toji putting you in a headlock while he fucks you from behind and letting his grip go while you cum all over his dick.
there’s nothing more euphoric than letting out a deep breath and finishing on a thick dick as you do it.
your eyes going every which way as he continues to slam into you, his arm going right back around your neck as he keeps going, the overstimulation as pleasure flows through you.
he tore you up head to toe, if you wanted you mind fucked and forgetting anything he did the prior day, he was going to wrap an arm around your neck and fuck you til he got tired.
Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.
eating out a pretty girl, forcing her legs open and throwing them over my shoulders so she can’t close them no matter how hard she tries, hearing her brain melt as she falls apart on my tongue as i bruise her hips while keeping her in place because she is not done until i say so
i can’t stop thinking about the way he had me folded in half, knees practically to my ears, teasing me. this man literally leaned forward, lips so close to mine, and said, “say please daddy. be a good girl and say it.”
toji fushiguro x fem!reader — ic: ddub1618 on twt!
synopsis: you always thought you’d have room in your heart for only one person, not two. you also never expected the other one to be so small. wc: -1k.
content warnings: fluff, toji being a present father (fawk YOU, gege), hints of navigating unexpected parenthood, megumi is five, age gap (toji is late 20’s, reader is early 20’s), writing is kinda sloppy whoops!
note: uhh hi i hope you guys like this:3 requests are open for the characters on my masterlist ! maybe i’ll make a part 2.. haven’t decided yet. dedicated to @chosoyukisgf !!
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mornings have never been your favorite part of the day. the incessant ringing of your alarm, the loud chirping of the morning dove, the way your linen sheets cling to the sweat that lingers on your skin. box fan be damned when you have a 6’2 heater that presses up against you during the night.
but in the past few months, they’ve become bearable.
you feel a sense of purpose as you shuffle into a pair of rabbit slippers, a bigger pair sits adjacent to the ones you’ve just slid into. you stifle the giggle that threatens to breach past your lips at the feeling of a strong forearm trying to lure you back into bed, a voice grumbling something akin to just wanting “five more minutes.”
you turn in his hold, hand smoothing over the hairs that had shifted during his slumber. you bend, chapped lips pressing a soft kiss to the even softer skin of his temple. you promise breakfast will be made in your absence, and that seems to satisfy the man beneath your sheets.
the sound of soft soles slapping against hardwood floors is the only noise to be heard throughout your quiet apartment. a pair of scissors are the first thing you spot as you enter your humble kitchen, lying next to the sink, evidence of last night’s events.
you can easily recall the stool that was placed in front of your counter, and the small, dark-haired boy that sat atop the smooth wood. the older man whispering for him to keep still as you snipped at the wet strands of megumi’s hair.
the young boy had only ever trusted his father to cut his hair, which caused a swell of pride to make a home within your ribcage, liquid salt almost brimming your eyes when the boy had assured you that he trusted you just as much.
a white refrigerator inhabits your small kitchen, clay magnets scattered around, some holding onto art projects megumi had so thoughtfully made for you at school.
you’re very cautious of your movements, choosing to slowly pull the fridge door open rather than swinging it, worried his masterpieces would fall to the floor. not that it would matter, since they seem to hang in your heart as well.
the door blocks the small frame that seems to have made it’s way down the hall in the time you’ve spent rummaging through the fridge. you nearly shriek when you finally close it, a pair of eyes already seeking you out as you calm down.
megumi gives you his morning greeting; a poke to the hip and a ghost of a smile. he treads towards the other side of the counter, opening the pantry, his mind set on what he wants for breakfast.
his eyes wander, scanning through what’s available. in front of your go-to snacks, you’ve made space for a purple box that holds fruit gummies, fruit gummies you and toji had to budget for this week so meg’s could get his usual hot wheels car at the grocery store.
the small boy makes his way to the living room, fruit snacks in hand, and morning cartoons on his mind.
only when he looks back at you do you follow him. as you both sit on your slightly worn couch, you think breakfast can wait. soft hands find the tv remote to turn it on. the low volume of the tv does nothing to quiet your beating heart as megumi scoots an inch closer to you.
in the beginning of your relationship, toji had warned you that his boy wasn’t an affectionate one. you didn’t mind, you understood where he was coming from, never really wanting to be held or touched when you were growing up as well. your wishes were never respected, and you’d be damned if you dare disrespect megumi in the same way.
so whenever he decides to share his affection with you, you gratefully accept it. and as megumi rests his head on your shoulder, you mentally apologize to toji, because breakfast is definitely waiting now.
a smile graces your lips as small hands place a fruit snack in your open palm. you’re too busy chewing the small treat, too busy staring ahead at the tv screen that you don’t hear toji approaching the back of the couch, let alone see his rough palms reaching for your scalps, his fingers ruffling two heads of hair.
and as you watch toji bend over to tickle megumi’s sides, a reasonable punishment for not fessing up a gummy or two, you think you could get used to this. and you will.
stupid, dumb, mutually drunk sex between you and sukuna after toji drops you both off at home. the poor man had to keep yelling at sukuna to stop trying to fuck you in the back of his car and eventually had to pull over and had you sit in the front while sukuna moped in the back. such a loser
but when you both get inside, you literally stumble into the bedroom, falling on the bed in a heap of giggles and messy, uncoordinated kisses.
“ew, kuna, you taste like tequila!”
“i know, ‘m tryna wash it off with your taste, stupid”
then when he’s trying so hard to put his dick inside you, he just…keeps missing and you aren’t helping with your endless giggles and squirming.
“s-stop laughing, I’m gonna miss again”
“i-i cant, this ‘s so stupid, h-hehe! jus’ put it—ah…”
“all it took was was some dick t’ shut you up, huh?”
he doesn’t fuck hard, he doesn’t have the coordination too, just slow deep thrusts that have you both moaning and cooing silly little flirts and praises to the other.
hell, you fucking fall asleep in the middle of it and he’s trying to hard not to burst out laughing at the whole situation. but then, 3 minutes later he’s rolled over on his side with his arms wrapped around you, snoring in your ear, dick still buried inside.
you both are just so silly and dumb, a perfect match for each other
no wait i want prone bone. feeling almost suffocated with his chest against your back and lips on your ear while thrusting downward and you have nowhere to go but just gripping the sheets eyes rolling back and toes curling while he brutalizes your insides
okay to go with this his hand curling around your jaw to make you look at him, calling you pretty and giving you a lopsided grin as you drool and whine his name
sorry I always felt undesirable my entire life and it gave me kinks of wanting someone to desire me so extremely it's uncontrollable for them as if that's my fault
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