#fushiguro toji smut

[nanamisbbygirl]

hockey captain! toji likes it when his cute gf supports the team!

corruption kink, creampie, implied breeding kink, praise, 'baby,' 'goodgirl' toji's kinda a little down bad, choking, lwk implied nerdy/shy reader. just a quick blurb!

the face paint that you had so carefully decorated your face with got all smudged—toji’s hands beings the biggest culprit. he didn’t care that you put so much effort into it, he was more interested in seeing you absolutely ruined. 

“all the other girlfriends were doing it,” you had pouted as he teased you, the little black and red lines under your eyes were too cute not to tease. 

he thought he could’ve eaten you up right then and there, staring at the way your lip jutted out. 

he thought about that adorable face now, when your body threatened to collapse into the mattress. his one hand was wrapped carefully around your throat, sure to not hurt you too bad, while the other messed with your mouth. he pushed his fingers sloppy into your mouth, pulling out to spread the face paint all over your cheeks. he chuckled at his own imagination, thinking about how you’d look—taking his cock so well while your little facepaint was ruined. 

your tears didn’t help either—no, you couldn’t stop them from flowing, overwhelmed by his size. it didn’t matter how many times the two of you fucked, all you could do was try to adjust to his girth. 

his balls slapped against your clit, drove you crazy, but the sound of his hips smacking against your ass with every thrust made you all the more mad. with each long drag of his cock, you swore you got closer to heaven. 

“god,” he grunted, “you feel so fucking good—gonna mess up that cute face of yours, heh i think i already did.” 

he was talking to himself at that point, lost in the way your velvet walls clung to him. you were squeezing him so hard, he was doing everything in his power to not cum too quickly. 

“my pretty girl’s all messy cause of me, yeah? fucking you real good, baby.” his quiet praise only made you clench down harder, eliciting a long and guttural moan. he was in a state of bliss, and nothing was gonna take him away from your oh-so sweet pussy. 

“toji,” you whimpered, eyes shutting, barely able to speak properly has his large hands encapsulated your lips. but he heard it, and it made him throb hearing the way you called out for him. “i’m gonna, i’m gonna–” 

he didn’t hear the rest, your soft sounds were all it took for him to come undone, the tension growing in his core finally snapping. you felt his cum rush into you, warm and sticky—sitting deep in your cunt as your own orgasm washed over you. your whole body trembled as he shot more of his white ropes into you, filling you up to the brim. 

your cunt tingled, overstimulated already as his thrusts became slower and more shallow. he wasn’t gonna stop until he had completely unloaded into you. it made you feel warm, close, connected. the sounds of his panting filled your ear as he placed a kiss against your shoulder. 

“that’s it,” the encouraged, as you too tried to catch your breath, “my good girl.” 

you flushed at his comment, leaning into his touch more and more. he nestled his head into the side of your neck, brushing against your jawline. 

“next time,” he started, reeling in from his high, “put the team ribbon in your hair. i need something to pull on.”

[epicderpface]

\( ᐖ)/ toji can smell when you’re ovulating

Toji Zenin is incomprehensibly powerful due to his Heavenly Restriction, granting him superhuman abilities that reflect in his strength, speed, and even… senses.

Yet it isn't until he goes out on a date with his first girlfriend at the ripe age of 22 that he realizes how exceptional his prowess really is when it comes to surpassing the average human.

His nose twitches. “You get a new perfume or somethin’?” he inquires as you pull him back into your apartment, kicking your shoes off at the entryway impatiently and standing on your tip toes to pepper kisses along the column of his throat, teeth grazing his carotid.

You shrug absentmindedly like you can’t quite hear him through the haze of your lust, fingers curling into the supple feel of his leather jacket and peeling it off of his sturdy shoulders.

As if he can’t get undressed fast enough, or slip his cock into you sooner.

“Nope. Shut up and kiss me,” you headily groan out, voice breathy and body emanating a heat that has him cocking an eyebrow.

Things shifted from then on, Toji picking up on the minute details.

Every couple of months, when he’d be in close quarters with you, you’d start nuzzling against him like a whiny mutt and exude a fucking scent that had him itching his scalp. He’d barely rubbed the remnants of sleep from his eyes and you’d be canting your hips back against his crotch, whimpering in your groggy state at the asscrack of dawn about how he needed to "kiss your cervix."

Whatever that meant.

At first, he chalked it up to you being horned up and ready to go—but coupled with the scent? It had him reeling.

Toji is a smart man, and he isn't incognizant with the female body. But he is still a man—one who needs to do his research and allow someone to explain whatever he’d missed out on puzzling together on his own.

r/SexEd - 3 hr. ago

tojiz

I (22M) have run into an issue of sorts with my girlfriend (22F). Her body emits this weird smell when she’s horny and trying to mount me. Anyone know what this is?

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sixeyesandsixabs - 1 hr. ago  lmfao. sounds like she’s in heat.

Toji’s fingers twitch against his phone screen.

Heat? As in the fucking wattpad shit you made him read?

He audibly scoffs at the guy’s piercing blue eyes in his profile picture. No, you weren’t in heat, a cramping omega in need of their fucking alpha to soothe their pains, and this wasn't fucking Omegaverse. There was no fantastical sweet scent like pastries that trickled from your glands to make his mouth water.

It was more… primal. A feminine musk that radiated from you when you were needy. It’d last for around a day or so, then be gone with the wind along with your incessant need to have him stuffing you with his cock.

He groans, dragging a hand down his face, before his phone notifies him of another comment.

leopardprint - Just now Maybe you’ve just got a knack for sensing her ovulation.

“Huh,” he breathes out, mind now churning like an oiled cog in a rusty mechanism.

He tosses his phone aside noncommittally and quickly paces over to you. You have your legs tossed over the side of the couch, bleakly flipping through his ancient television with no streaming options and only droning cable. You're wearing his shirt, perky nipples pressing through the flimsy fabric. Mascara from the night before and a bare face. The kind of look he'd prefer over anything else.

“When was your last period?”

Skeptically, you drag your gaze up to him. “Well, hello to you, too,” you scrunch your eyebrows, squinting at him before pinpointing an answer. “Uh. Like a week ago. Why?”

A quiet hum of realization hits him. That makes perfect fucking sense. Women typically ovulate about two weeks after their period starts, giving him… not long until your next ovulation period.

He cocks his head down at you, hungry gaze trickling over your form. You’re in his boxers like a fucking tease.

Maybe he was the one ovulating and needing to paint his biological needs on your insides with the way blood was rushing south like molten lava.

You hadn’t been pawing at him in a bit, a hint that you should be starting it up soon.

He’d just jump the gun before you could squeeze the trigger.

Your boyfriend leans over you, splaying a hand over your lower abdomen and adding a bit of pressure. Playful intent and all, the corner of his lip twitches upwards and you feel skittish. “You feel anything here, darling?”

His voice is gravelly and thick, the tone he reserves for the bedroom, and the timbre is sent straight to your core to pool heat in your loins.

You swallow thickly, orbs darting between his jade irises before nodding.

He inches forward, bringing his nose towards your neck and inhaling the scent covering your skin. 

Affirmed, you’re ovulating.

He chuckles low, knowing, pressing a tender kiss against your jugular.

Fuck, this is going to be fun for him.

———

do i reopen my toji taglist now

© all writing belongs to @epicderpface, and all characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarize, translate, or feed my writing to ai.

[moonymirah]

the only thing you’d willingly let slap across your face is his cock.

after he’s done ramming his length down your throat, he gives you a second to catch your breath, watching his drenched dick glisten with your saliva. your face is so fucked out and the only thing he can do is chuckle and admire how your mouth is still wide open; tongue poking out as you pant for his cock.

“such a pretty slut for me.”

his smirk is heard through his words as he strokes himself with one hand while the other grips at your hair to force your head under his dick.

still holding his length, he swipes his balls across your mouth, tongue immediately latching around them and lips puckering up while he drops his balls further into your gob.

he can’t help clenching his thighs when he feels you suck around him, loud groans erupting from his chest.

“fuuuuck yes… juuust like that.”

his sounds and curses are like words of encouragement to you so you carry on as best as you can — even though you feel entirely brain fucked — to please him with all your might.

the loud, wet noises that are made only make his ears perk further before he feels his core tighten and dick throb. your eyes are screwed shut as he shoves himself as far as he can, the corners of your lips beginning to pain as they stretch from taking his balls in your mouth.

when he feels the rush within him grow, he’s quick to empty your gob and leave you gasping for air while he quickly jacks himself off over your face.

“want your cum !”

he hears you whine out and can only bite his lip at how desperate you still are despite just being full to the brim with his dick.

his jaw drops at the sight of your droopy eyes and laid out tongue before pointing his tip at it and releasing all his cum. you’re sure not to waste a single drop, swallowing all that entered your mouth as he becomes a grunting mess.

“what a good girl.”

he thrusts himself into you one last time, lips wrapping around his length before pulling out with a pop.

the beam on your face has his cock twitch, hand moving to tap his tip against your cheek a couple times, smile only widening.

[tojipie]

toji will do just about anything you want if you fuck him right first.

18+ content: smut, pussywhipped!toji, sub!toji if u squint, fem reader, sugar daddy dynamics

whatever you’ve done to his brain should be illegal.

toji’s never paid for pussy in his life. he’s not that kind of guy. but he’d gladly hand over his life savings if it meant you’d sit on his dick and never come off of it.

he feels like a fool when you’re squeezing him the way you are right now. hands shaking with his head thrown back and his neck exposed. grumbling nonsense to himself while he musters up the strength to not blow his load right then and there.

this is the closest thing to submission he’ll ever give you. toji likes to call the shots in the bedroom, but right now? he chooses to lay back against the pillows and let you use his dick however you need to.

doesn’t matter if he’s already cum, he’ll pull you back on it even when the sensitivity stings hot behind his eyes. even when the feeling of your sloppy heat makes his brain feel like it’ll melt through his ears.

“y’know.” you start, bracing your palms on his knees to better rock yourself onto him “you haven’t taken me shopping in a while.”

“yeah?” he pants, not at all registering what you just said. “yeah, whatever you want baby.” his voice trails off halfway through the sentence, too focused on the ripple of your ass against his hips. men were so easy.

it’s nights like these where toji chastises himself for not being able to keep up with your impressive stamina. fucking you was a gift and a curse wrapped all under a pretty pink bow. you made him work for it.

you slow your pace just the slightest bit, looking over your shoulder with a teasing grin to offer him a silent opt out.

toji shakes his head immediately. like the thought alone is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard of.

“no, no. i’m fine. that dick is all yours.” he mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like a feral animal. “card’s all yours, money’s all yours. m’ yours.”

jackpot.

make no mistake, he could push his palm against your lower back and have you ass-up in a second. could decide he’s bored and fasten a hand to the back of your head, maybe pump you full of another load. but he doesn’t. whether that’s because of free will or because the synapses in his brain are overloaded with pleasure is something he won’t get into right now.

or maybe he’s just saying that to make himself feel better. maybe he really is the pussy drunk loser he never thought he’d become.

[fricks]

"quit fuckin' squirming, i'm not even halfway in." ☆

toji has never been a patient man. ever. it's why he's so careful not to end up in prison: he couldn't bear all of that fucking waiting.

he's no different when it comes to you. groans when you take too long to get ready. groans when you're on the phone too long with your friends. whines and bitches when you need an extra minute to get used to the size of his fat cock inside of you.

"you're too big, asshole," you bite, laid out on your back as you try to regulate your breathing. you've taken him to the base countless times before, but he's been away on a job for weeks and you've tightened up somewhat in the process of waiting around for him to get back. "go slow."

"i am going slow," toji makes a show of waving a hand out in front of him, for some reason. "i know what slow is. this is slow."

"what are you, a fucking Doctor Who time lord or something now?" you roll your eyes and make a point of over-enunciating: "slower."

"the hell is your problem? you were begging me for dick the second i got home. i'm giving you what you want."

"i asked for dick, not a perineal tear."

"what the fuck is a peri—" toji shakes his head. "you're making up words to make me feel stupid. i thought we weren't doing that anymore."

you consider arguing some more, but you aren't willing to risk toji getting frustrated and thrusting into you too quickly because he has the emotional regulation skills of a wooden spoon. "caught me."

"can't get things past me," he muses, inching just a little further into you. the stretch has you hissing. "too much?"

you shake your head and offer your big and stupid man a soft smile. he may bitch and complain, but your comfort will always be his first and last thought. "it's okay, i think i'm starting to get used to—oh my fucking god toji i said slow!"

toji halts his hips where he had started pushing into you even deeper. "ah, fuck this," he growls, snaking a large hand beneath the small of your back and using it to flip the two of you over like you're fish in a skillet. without letting his cock lose any of its progress inside of you, he situates your bodies so that you're seated on his length. "better? you go at your own pace."

you're about to comment on how 'your own pace' would likely result in him getting so impatient he dies right then and there on the old sheets, but the sudden addition of gravity into your bedroom activities has the air leaving your lungs.

naturally, your body sinks down on his cock little by little despite your knees keeping you upright. his strong hands gently tugging you down by the hips isn't doing much to help either.

still, progress has been made. a few rough circles around your clit with is thick fingertips and you're relaxing enough to sit almost fully on his inhumanly large cock. you really do think he needs to be studied somewhere.

"note that i'm not complaining about waiting," toji says, probably not realising he's inadvertently complaining about waiting by doing so.

you smile down at your lover nonetheless and plant both of your hands down on his built chest. "what a good boy," you grin, finally rolling your hips down against him. "being so well behaved and waiting. do you want a treat? a sticker maybe?"

"oh yeah?" toji grits, lifting his hips in a sharp upward thrust that both throws you off balance and forces his cock so incredibly deep inside of you that you might now need medical intervention to separate the two of you. "shut the fuck up."

"oh my god," you choke on your breath and wonder if perhaps you now know what an ego death feels like. "fuck, toji."

he smiles at the shocked look of pleasure on your face and repeats the motion again and again until you're too stupid to tease him any longer.

so fucking impatient.

[lucidsei]

18+ running from toji’s dick . . . ❤︎

you were always glued to fushiguro toji regardless of whether he liked it or not — sitting on his lap even when there was an empty space next to him on the couch, joining him in the shower, trailing behind him wherever he went, always having an arm hooked around his — you were clingy, annoyingly so. but he let you stick around anyway, contrary to his complaints.

“mnnnghh toji, no more—please, ‘m gonna break!” you wailed, collapsing under the weight of how brutally he was pounding into you, his tip punching your cervix with every thrust. he had you on all fours, your knees sinking into the mattress as your arms gave out, face buried in the pillows. “aah—too much—fuck—slow downnn!”

“don’t act shy now. clingy little thing is always glued to me and suddenly you don’t want it?” toji mocked, bullying your sore cunt as he slammed into you harder. your nails scrabbled at the sheets, trying to squirm away while your legs trembled from the overwhelming drag of him splitting you open. “stay the fuck still, or i’ll pin you down.” he growled, one hand wrapping around your waist to hold you still while the other is pressing the back of your neck to pin you down.

loud, broken moans spilled past your lips from every thrust, his pace still unrelenting. “ahh—no, i can’t—toji, please!” you begged, pushing yourself up and trying to crawl away. “the hell’s this? always hanging off me, but now you’re runnin’?” he grabbed your hips in an instant, slamming you back onto him, keeping you stuffed full. “listen to you cryin’ for me. you’re not going anywhere.” his tone was cocky, the smirk on his face becoming more obvious as your whines got incoherently louder.

your nails dug into the sheets, velvet walls clenching around him like a vice as your body shook violently, thighs quaking as pleasure surged through your veins. “fuck, toji—aah ohh fuck—‘m gonna cum!” you’re trembling all over, too weak to hold yourself up as you fell forward, muffled cries of his name and wet squelches echoing throughout the room as you sprayed all over his length and thighs, drenching the sheets below you. “thaaat’s it, so fucking messy f’me.” he groaned, pushing in with a few more punishing thrusts before spilling inside your spasming cunt, thick, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim.

“what’s wrong?” he asked half-heartedly while spanking your ass, a red mark blooming at where he struck it as your body fell limp beneath him. “ha. can’t even move now, huh? thought you wanted to run.”

© lucidsei

[kenzieluvdnanami]

☆ NSFW (18+) thinking about toji fushiguro who is kinda obsessed with your voice

toji fushiguro loved the way you talked—the soft lilt of your voice when you asked him for something, anything, honestly was enough to make his heart beat just a touch faster, make his face go just a shade pinker.

he also loved the way your tone pitched up when you noticed the way his eyes hung onto your face, train of thought lost as you lightly pushed at his chest; scarred lips raising up in a small smirk.

"you're staring..." you'd mutter and he'd just smile and pull you closer, your soft curves pressed up against his firm muscles—back against his chest whilst an arm lazily moved to stroke along your inner thigh.

"you caught me."

but it seemed like you were the one who was really caught, breath catching in your throat when a finger trailed closer and closer to the one place you wanted him the most.

"such a pretty voice you have." he slipped under the loose cotton of your shorts, fingertips drumming into your inner thigh.

you knew he was leading you somewhere and you were also sure you were going to enjoy the journey, head tilting up to look at the sharpness of his jawline; green eyes twinkling with that usual mix of adoration and lust that made your stomach do somersaults.

"keep talking to me."

and so you did, plush lips moving to continue telling him about the asshole coworker who kept eating your lunch when he began to move small, tight circles over your clit through your panties—each word becoming punctuated by short inhalations, friction from the fabric making you writhe underneath him.

"and he said-said,"

his voice was low, smooth against the shell of your ear as his fingers moved a little faster. "what he say baby?"

you'd felt tears start to well up in your eyes, too prideful to beg for more, yet too needy to bite back the soft whimpers that slipped off your tongue; able to feel the harsh puff of wind from his nostrils on your forehead, and the hard ridge of his cock against your ass.

"feels good, don't it?" and he'd said it like a taunt but it only made you lean into his touch more, dopey smile stuck on your face. you nodded, eyes squeezed shut like that would somehow hide you from how strong his stare was.

but he did not like that, fingers slooooowing down to a halt. you whined in response.

"told you to keep talking to me." he'd tutted.

with a small gulp you continued, "m'sorry... feels good. really, really good."

your voice slurred slightly and you felt him twitch underneath you from the sound.

it was settled. that was his favorite tone of yours. just hazy and lightly strained, rhythm rushed like every second spent talking was excruciating—and the only thing that would ease it would be his fingers on your clit.

speaking of which, he'd resumed; proud hum resonating in the back of his chest at how quickly he was able to have you teetering on the edge, your breath panicked and sharp.

"toji i think i'm gonna—"

"give it to me beautiful. soak these pretty little panties f'me."

and since he’d asked told you so nicely, you did; mouth lax as your limbs turned to jelly against him, small hiccups wracking your lungs with each insistent swirl of his fingertips, fabric getting wetter by the minute as your slick spilled out.

you looked back up at him.

"...can i tell you what happened next?"

a/n:: missed writing for my other husband 😋

waiter, i want more!!

[kissbabie]

despite the age gap between you, toji loved you deeply. he adored you, doted on you, and cherished you. maybe that’s why it drove him insane whenever he came to pick you up after your classes and saw those younger guys hanging around you and flirting with you. and to make it worse, he can feel himself getting more pissed off when you sweetly smile back and engage in conversation with them. and with every second, he could feel the tension in his chest coiling tighter.

the drive home was silent. you glanced at him more than once, confused by his clenched jaw and the way his hands gripped the steering wheel so tight it looked like it could snap. then, without warning, he turned off the main road, causing your brows to knit together in confusion as he pulled into a quieter, more secluded area far from anything.

which is how you found yourself in the back seats of the car, folded up into a mating press as toji pounded relentlessly into your pussy, your panties pushed to the side while desperate sounds spilled from your lips.

"god, you're such a brat," toji grunted. you could barely form any coherent sentences, instead your voice reduced to nothing but little gasps and hiccuped whimpers, the kind that make him groan low in his throat. "c'mon, talk to me, baby."

you shake your head wildly, lips trembling, your voice broken, “ ‘m-mhh—‘m sorryyy—s’good—hhaaahh, ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry, toji, tojiiii!"

“yeah?” he growled, breath hot against your ear. “you're sorry now, huh?” his thrusts didn’t slow, and he wasn't giving you even a second to catch your breath. each thrust was deep and punishing, like he was trying to fuck every trace of those boys out of you.

your nails dug into his shoulders, legs trembling where they were pinned against your chest. his hips snapped against yours, and the wet, obscene sounds of skin slapping skin filling the fogged up car as your cries spilled freely.

“bet you liked it,” he muttered, voice sharp with jealousy. “you think they could ever fuck you like this?”

“no, no one else—only you, toji,” you babbled, brain turning into mush with every drag of his cock against your sweetest spot. “only you, promise—‘m yours, only yours!”

your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your body arching under his as you sobbed out his name like a prayer. toji chased his own release seconds later, burying himself inside you as he spilled deep, possessive even in the way he came, like he needed to leave a part of himself in you. you sob softly, your voice breaking into shaky, slurred nonsense, “mmmh, thank you—toji, tojiii—‘m yours, yours—‘m so full—feels so good, thank you, thank you…”

afterwards, you both lay there, chests heaving, limbs tangled and skin sticky with sweat.

and even as he tucked a strand of hair from your face and kissed your temple gently, he still sounded a little petty when he muttered, “next time i see one of them looking at you like that, i’m not gonna be this nice.”

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