in which, husbandtoji! handles your recently disrespectful child.
you were sick of it.
your son had tap-danced on your last nerve for the last month and you were inches away from snapping.
from mouthing off over simple instructions to getting in trouble at school.
you were at your wit's end.
this time you were arguing with him about how you caught him stealing your car last night to take a drive with his girlfriend.
"i don't know why you're complaining, the car doesn't even have any scatches." he huffed, head propped up by his elbow as he sat at his desk.
"that's not the point! you took the car without permission, which is disrespectful. i didn't even tell your father because i wanted to have a proper conversation with you." you explained, trying not to yell.
"and? you're wasting your breath, i brought the car back. you should be thankful, nag." he mutters, turning around to face his laptop.
you felt like you wanted to scream. well, until your husband appeared. he slammed the laptop shut, turning your son's chair to face him.
"look at me, brat," toji spoke quietly, but the air was tense. your son slowly looked up, nervousness washing over him.
"do you know who the fuck you're talking to?" he asked, but it wasn't a question.
"that is my wife. you disrespect her, you disrespect me." he leaned in, almost nose to nose with your son. "disrespect her again and you will face me. understood?" toji's voice had lost that natural ego, now full of discipline and edge.
"u-understood." your son spluttered, face pale and hands shaking.
your husband stood up straight, walking over to you and kissing your forehead. "dinner's almost ready, my love."
“what the fuck are you doing?!” toji yelled, making you jump and drop the razor.
“toji! why the fuck are you screaming?! i could’ve cut myself!” you yelled back, watching him fall to the floor in front of you.
you were doing your monthly everything shower, now on the shaving section. you had your legs propped open, swiping at your bush.
“the beloved bush!” your boyfriend cried, hugging the bottom half of your soapy frame.
you kissed you teeth, pushing him away. “boy, get the fuck off me, you’re fuckin’ up the bathroom floor.”
he pouted, looking at your half-shaven pussy in mourning.
“w-why?” he trembled, being so dramatic. in his defense, he loved your bush, felt like it was the most womanly thing on your body.
“toji, we do this every month. y’know she’s gonna come back.”
“but it takes too long! i wanna feel her tickling my face while i eat you out! a-and she keeps you warm!” you blushed with embarrassment, smacking him on the back of the head.
“get out! i need to finish!”
toji grumbled, standing up and walking out, but not before snatching your razor.
“toji!” you yelled, jumping up the shower and chasing him.
in which, trackji! fucks you angrily after a loss at his track meet.
"can't believe this shit, ma," toji huffed, thick middle and ring fingers working overtime in your pussy.
but you had a hard time listening to anything he was saying over your squelching insides and spluttering moans.
he had you pushed against the car door of the backseat, shakey legs resting on broad shoulders.
"coach switched me out at the last second, i wasn't even fuckin' registered to run that 1600." he kissed his teeth, smacking your slick clit roughly.
you nodded mindlessly, loving the roughness. your eyes fluttered, almost falling shut, until he sped up, grabbing your neck to make you look at him.
"don't fuckin' sleep on me when 'm talkin' to you." toji muttered, practically beating on your g-spot.
"'ji! s-stop it! 'm gonna c-don't you fuckin' dare." he cut off your whine, pulling his fingers out with a disgusting quickness.
you almost punched him, until he started pulling down his track shorts. your dripping pussy clenched as his dick bobbled out, hard as a rock with a flushed pink tip.
"relax babe, i won't hurt you...much," his said the last part to himself, pushing your legs wide to get between them.
toji slapped his tip against your clit harshly, sliding himself between your flushed lips.
"barely feel like i deserve this pussy the way i ran, but i'll take it anyway." his face lit up in a degenerate smirk as he pushed in, forcing your tight hole into submission.
"shit! daddy, yes!" you moaned, nails digging into toji's strong arms that caged you in.
you loved how disrespectful got when he was upset. and your pussy must've loved it the way it would cream and talk around him.
he started to pound you, slow and rough. his lips found their way to your exposed nipple, nipping and licking at it in a way that made you jerk.
"toji, quit! 'm sensitive!" you mewled, watching him through squinted eyes and furrowed brows.
"shut the fuck up, you know you can take it, slut." he grumbled, switching breasts. he lifted your curvy body, moving you up and down on his dick.
"looked so fuckin' stupid in front of everyone, especially you." he kissed up your chest to your mouth, biting your plump bottom lip before crashing his against yours.
your legs flailed with each bounce, walls squeezing his shaft with every pull back. toji's hand came down hard on your ass, watching the red handprint bloom.
toji then pulled out, flipping you and pushing your head into the car seat, arching your back. he slammed back in, wrapping your hair around his hand in a tight fist.
"you like that, ma? you like how this loser dick fucks you?" all you could do was babble and nod, brain already fucked empty.
you felt the build in the pit of your stomach, the clenching that quickened in pace around him. you knew it was coming, and so did he.
"you gonna cum, princess? talk to daddy and maybe'll let you." he snickered, pulling you into a headlock with his buff arms.
"pleas' lemme cum, daddy! 'needa cum-fuck! 'm so close!" you wailed, pretty sure his teammates heard you. he waited a little longer, pushing his sweat-slick hair back to watch where you both connected a little longer before giving in.
"cum for me, baby. cum all over your dick." and that was all you needed; his approval.
"mmh fuck! shit, shit, shit! toji!" your eyes rolled back, body tensing up as you came. he didn't stop, just angled himself deeper to draw your orgasm out. your pussy spasmed around him, milking his release to come seconds after.
"fuck yes! that's a good girl..." toji's head went back, arm around your neck, tightening a little as his cum spurted out in thick ropes inside you.
he panted, resting on you for a minute before falling back to sit against the car door. he didn't slip out, just pulled you back with him.
toji pressed soft kisses on your forehead, fucking into you slowly to keep the cum that wasn't leaking out onto his balls trapped in your pussy.
"can't believe i got second place," toji hummed, still muttering to himself about the track meet. in his mind, one loss (even if it wasn't major) was enough to set him back six months.
but you didn't mind, as long as he took it out on you.
nairda speaking°❀: hii burner babes !! this is my first smut, so excuse me if the shit is a lil wack. i got some inspo from my bf, so a lil thanks to him. love ya cuties, bye byee !!❀
dilftoji! who saw you move in across the street a couple of weeks ago, picking you out from the group of college girls in the complex.
dilftoji! who introduces himself by helping you take out your trash.
dilftoji! who slyly asked you to sit and watch his eight-year-old son, megumi, while he works a late shift.
dilftoji! who somehow convinces you to go out with him, only to have a risky session on his couch while his son is asleep.
"mmh!" you moan, muffled due to the large hand covering your mouth, toji's hand that is.
"shhh, ma, don't wanna wake up 'gumi do ya?" he huffs, kissing and biting on your neck as he drills into you.
your shaky hand reached back, trying to slow his rough movements. a firm smack on your ass and pulling of your hair stopped you, arching your back until you were pressed against him.
"mmch, y'know better than to do that shit." he spoke sternly, though his voice faltered when he felt the grip of your walls tighten.
dilftoji! who drops off your favorite flowers at your house the next day with a note, "sorry for being rough, unless you liked it<3." which made all your roommates question who it was.
dilftoji! that introduced you to his buddies from work as his girlfriend, just so the other guys wouldn't get any ideas.
dilftoji! that, after months of talking, sneaking around, and stumbling over his words, he finally asked you to be his girlfriend.
"toji? what are you doing..." your mouth dropped, seeing his truck filled to the brim with your favorite flowers. in his hands were bags of your favorite things and a giant squishmallow in the front seat.
"baby! you gonna be my one and only or what?" he yelled as you walked across the campus to him.
you finally met in the middle, pulling him into a deep kiss. your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close.
"are you fuckin' serious, toji?!" you screamed as you walked into the apartment.
it was trashed. food bags everywhere, laundry piling up, and the bathroom almost hazardous.
and where was your lovely boyfriend?
on the fucking game.
you smacked him on the back of the head, waking him up.
"get the fuck up! this place is a shit hole!" you complained, yelping when he spun you into a deep kiss.
"you've been gone forever, and that's how you greet your man?" he snorts.
it had only been a week. you went away for a girls' trip with your friends from college.
"it was a week. and now our house looks like the trap. what the fuck did you do?" you grumbled, hitting his sharp shoulders.
"no point in cleanin' if i don't get to come home to you." he shrugged, peppering your neck with kisses and bites.
you pushed him away with a huff, crossing your arms. "nah, you don't get shit until you clean, this is disgusting." you walked off, going to the bedroom.
...
"oh fuck!" you screamed into a pillow.
okay, so you lied.
at first, you were gonna hold him to his responsibilities. but then he burst into the room and tackled you onto the bed.
the only thing you were sure he was doing was working out.
the flexing of his hard biceps and back muscles, plus the dirty gym clothes in the corner of the room, was enough to tell you so.
"you forgive me?" toji smirked, grinding deep into you. his tip rubbed your g-spot, making you shake.
he wanted to break you, and fuck did you want it too.
"n-no! you fucked up the house-shit!" you squeaked out, throwing your ass back on him as he leaned over you.
"why you bitchin', ma? you know i'ma clean it up once i'm through with you..." he cooed, wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling you up to look at him in the mirror in front of the bed.
you looked like a fucking mess. mascara running down your face, hair sweated out, and a fucked-out look on your face.
"you're fuckin' beautiful, mama," he hummed, kissing your neck and ears as he punched the digits of your shared credit card into your walls.
ugly cries sounded from you, practically ripping into your bedsheets.
"daddy! i forgive y-you! yes, i fuckin' forgive you!" you clenched around him, creamy slick coating him thickly.
"mmh, there we go-damnit..." he growled, head falling into your shoulder as he filled you with deep strokes. his cum stuffed you, your mixed essence leaking out around his balls and onto the bed.
you fell out of your arch, whimpering softly. "'m gonna clean up, 'm sorry, princess." he kissed your sweaty forehead.
Ok ik this is overused but im sorry this prompt lmfaooo…. Jealous babydaddy toji!!! Reminding u why u will always be his
i got you, cutie !!
in which, babydaddytoji! reminds you exactly who you belong to.
you had a perfect life, a handsome boyfriend and a son, megumi.
but what wasn’t so perfect was the father of your child, your baby daddy, toji.
your relationship burned and crashed, hard.
you were sick of him being broke, not picking up his weight, and arguing over dumb shit.
you didn’t even confront him with divorce, just left the papers and bought a condo.
toji didn’t even pick a fight, just signed on the doted line and started picking megumi up when you texted him.
he didn’t even blink when you told him you had a new boyfriend, just nodded and shook the man’s hand.
this particular week, toji was supposed to pick megumi up and keep him for the week.
you heard a knock at the door, walking over and opening it. there stood toji, looking like he just came from the gym or straight outta pussy.
“‘gumi! are ready for dad’s?” you yelled from the kitchen, sipping your wine.
“yes mom!” he yelled back, packing his book bag for school.
you narrowed your eyes, looking him up and down. “toji.”
“what’s up, baby mama,” he smirked, leaning against the doorway.
“don’t call me that.” you retorted, already irritated.
“aww, don’t get bent outta shape, bm. where’s yo boyfriend?” he looked past you, subtly hoping he wasn’t.
“he’s on a business trip, fucker.” you walked away, taking a big gulp of your wine. “megumi! yo daddy is here!”
megumi came out, hugging his dad. “hey, dad!”
“what’s up, big man?” toji smiled, tussling his hair.
“nothing! i have a soccer game on tuesday, i’ll send you the information.” ‘gumi mumbled, playing a game on his phone.
toji tapped him, handing him the car keys. “go. i gotta talk to your mom.”
megumi nodded, walking out.
like a snake, toji slid right up against you.
“y’know, we never spoke on this divorce shit you did.” he mumbled in your ear, making you shudder.
“toji, don’t start yo shit.” you huffed, turning around. “i have a man, i don’t need you.”
“nah, you need me. you never even told me why you left.” he grumbled, folding his arm.
“i left because you weren’t shit! i had your baby and you still weren’t shit!” he kissed his teeth, looking away because he knew your were right.
you gave him a look of disgust, walking off. “like you ain’t shit, stop actin’ like it.”
his head tilted at the last few words. “say that again for me, baby?”
you turned, looking him in the eyes.
“you ain’t shit.”
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“fuck—yesh!” you choked out, eyes rolling back as he fucked into you.
he had you in doggystyle, hips slamming against your ass. his thick, muscular arm wrapped around your neck, squeezing just how you liked. your name was even tatted on his arm in thick, cursive letters.
that was new…
“who ain’t shit?” he growled, kissing the side of your face.
“you think that little boyfriend means shit to me? this my pussy, mama. he just rentin’ space,” he snickered, pushing your head down into the couch cushions.
you cried out, reaching back and pushing on his abs. “t-toji! dont—stop!” you managed to mutter, whining when he folded your arm against your back, holding your hip to give him more leverage in his thrusts.
you were a mess, soaking his balls and blowing bubbles around his thick shaft.
“you think i got yo name tatted just because? i let you divorced me. you only got a boyfriend because i allowed you to-oh,” he gleamed wickedly, seeing your phone light up.
it was your boyfriend.
fuck…
you picked your head up, looking back at toji. “d-don’t, please don’t.”
he ignored you, accepting the call.
“hey babe, how’s it going tonight? toji picked up megumi yet?” aaron, your boyfriend, asked through the phone.
you shook your head, whining into the pillows. toji slapped your ass roughly, pulling you up by your hair. “be a good girl and talk to your boyfriend.”
you sniffled, squirming before speaking. “h-hi baby,” you mumbled, moaning loudly when toji started feeding you slow strokes.
“babe, are you alright?” aaron sounded worried, little did he know…
“yes! i’m fine, baby-oh fuck!” you cut yourself off, feeling toji’s fingers rub your swollen clit.
“sorry, short fuck,” toji snickered into the phone. “she’s back home with daddy now.” he hung up, drilling you passionately.
“you gon break up with him, understand?”
you nodded obediently, body shuddering. “‘m close, daddy!”
he laughed, kissing down your spine where his name was tatted. “bet yo boyfriend won’t fuck you doggystyle because of this damn tattoo.” he licked up your spine, making you arch.
his words worked you into overdrive, body shaking as you came. you clenched around him tightly, making his grip on your waist tighten.
“fuck…mama, not so tight. you finna make me nut early.” he huffed, trying to last a little longer.
but it was no use. he groaned, pumping you full of his hot semen. he slumped on top of you, rubbing your ass.
you hummed, dazed and dick-drunk. then your brain clicked on.
Can you please do a Ghost (CoD) writing! I love your work!!
ouuu, my first animated crush?? ofc <33 and thank you for loving my work, burner babe !!
in which, boyfriendghost! loves when you wear skirts, a little too much…
the squelching of your creamy pussy mixed with simon’s harsh grunts filled the small room.
he had your back pressed against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist and arms loosely strung around his neck.
the cherry on top was your skirt, bunched up around your waist.
the item that started it all.
you had dragged him all over the outlet mall, sanding down his credit card with the amount of swipes it had seen.
he was tired, carrying all your bags and sitting around for hours. but seeing the look on your face as you saw the clothes was enough to shut him up.
you current stop was a cute y2k boutique, now your personal heaven. you had at least $400 worth of clothes that you wanted to try on.
but this particular mini skirt was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
when you stepped out and gave him a little twirl it was like a flip switched on and he pounced on you.
which lead you here.
getting fucked in the dressing room.
“fuckin’ hell…yer cunt is swallowin’ me whole, angel,” he panted, practically punishing your puffy clit every time his hard abs slammed against the rosy bud.
“nggh! s-si, you’re gonna get us k-kicked out,” you whined, hot, pleasure-filled tears falling down your cheeks.
he quieted you with rough kisses, tongue matching the movement of his hips, stretching your gushing heat. “shush, luv, we won’t get kicked out if you stay quiet. can you do that for me?”
your legs were shaking, your senses overridden with pleasure, but you loved every second of it, making you nod weakly.
he smirked, one of those smirks a hot frat guy gives you across the room at a party. you just knew you were in for trouble.
to be honest, simon didn’t know why he was turned on by the skirt either.
maybe it was the way it stretched gauntly over your ass. or how the waistband ride low on your hips. or maybe it was how the bottom of your ass shown in the tempting sliver.
whatever it was, it had him fucking you like an animal.
the dressing room shook from his thrusts, coincidently so did your tits, hypnotizing him as they bounced.
“ngh! si, s-slow down!” you whimpered, fisting his shirt up. his muscles were hard, sculpted by years of military training.
fuck he was hot.
you sucked him in like a vacuum, tight like his fist when he stroked himself watching you try on clothes teasingly at home.
simon’s large hands spread your legs wider, hooking them on your shoulders and pressing your knees against your tits.
he was getting sloppy. but he wasn’t gonna cum before you. that was not an option.
so wickedly, his hand slithered in between the two of you, fat thumb rubbing your blooming clit.
a shockwave blew through you at that, getting louder.
“fuck! ‘m gonna cum! imgonnacumimgonnacum im gonna-“ a silent cry ripped from your mouth, eyes rolling back.
the combination of his tip, punching at your g-soot mixed with the overstimulation of your clit pushed you off the edge.
and simon watched it all, loving every second of it.
his release approached him rapidly. one look between your fucked-out face and the ring of creamy arousal around the base of his cock and simon was done for.
“mmh, yer a f-fuckin’ beaut, princess.” he moaned lowly, filling your tight channel with thick, white spurts of cum.
he panted, coming down from his high. sitting on the bench, he pulled you close, resting forehead-to-forehead.
you leaned close, colliding in a sloppy, passionate kiss. when you pulled away he chuckled, gripping the skirt. “yer definitely buyin’ this.”
you laughed, nodding before-
“excuse me, can you two come out of the dressing room, please?”
