You were careful when you first started dating Toji. You always wore your best underwear around him, always made sure you saw him on hair wash day 1 or 2, at most. You avoided staying overnight around his apartment when you were on your period and sprayed at least half of bottle of perfume on your clothes before you met with him.
However, it seemed that Toji could not care less. You’d excuse yourself to the bathroom with a pair of synchronised footsteps behind you. Without a knock, he’d open the bathroom door and stand in there while you were peeing. He’d unashamedly stare too, as if you were eating food and not taking a piss.
Or you’d drop something off at his apartment after an intense gym session, gym-wear sticking to your skin and cheeks still red. But then, he’d drag you in, push you down onto his bed and push his face in between your thighs. You’d squeal, try and kick at him to move because you knew you hadn’t had a shower yet.
“Come on, doll. Let me love my girlfriend.” Then he’d press his nose into your crotch and deeply inhale.
“Toji!” You scream. “You are such a freak!”
“Ouch, ma. That hurts.”
“Well it’s true.”
You let him eat you out anyway. You can’t say no to those devilish eyes and handsome smirk.
Sadly, you can’t say no to anything that Toji wants. You let him steal your dirty underwear, you let him sit in the bathroom with you whilst your bent over on the toilet seat with period cramps.
And he loves it.
He fights back a grin whenever you let him join you in the shower (after insistent begging), knowing you’ll let him wash your hair even if it’s greasy (because he begs you even more).
He gets a boner whenever you stretch your feet over his lap and silently command him to give you a foot massage, or when you let him eat you out on your period.
He may have been a bit weird; but it was clear he loved you through his freakish ways.
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WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.
“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.
You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”
He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.
Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.
Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.
But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.
“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.
You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”
“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.
He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”
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megumi fushiguro is trying very hard to play it cool.
he’s buried deep inside you, hips pressed flush against yours, when he first notices it—the soft, unmistakable bulge in your lower belly every time he thrusts forward. his cock is visibly pressing against your insides, distorting your stomach just slightly with every slow roll of his hips.
he freezes for half a second.
his usual stoic expression stays perfectly intact, but inside, something feral awakens. his dark eyes flick down to your stomach again, locked on the way the bulge appears and disappears with each thrust. he feels almost dizzy at the sight.
he doesn’t say anything. doesn’t acknowledge it. just keeps his breathing steady and his face neutral. at least, that’s what he wants you to think. in reality, megumi is obsessed.
the sight of his cock making your tummy bulge is doing dangerous things to his self-control. he’s never seen anything hotter in his life. the primal urge to push deeper, to make the bulge even more obvious, is quickly overriding his usual restraint.
without warning, his pace changes.
his thrusts become harder. deeper. more deliberate. each stroke is forceful enough that the bulge in your stomach becomes much more visible. megumi’s jaw clenches, eyes darkening as he watches it intently.
you moan loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders. “megumi— ah! slow down—”
he doesn’t. if anything, he fucks you even harder.
his hand slides down and presses firmly against the bulge, feeling the shape of his own cock through your soft skin. the sensation makes him groan low in his throat—the only crack in his cool facade.
“fuck…” he mutters under his breath, barely audible.
he’s completely fixated now. every time he bottoms out, he watches the way your belly swells with his cock, mesmerized. his usual calm and steady rhythm is gone, replaced by something rougher and more possessive. his hips snap against yours with more and more intensity, chasing that view that makes his brain melt.
you’re trembling beneath him, overwhelmed by how deep he’s getting. “megumi… it’s too much— i can feel you so deep—”
“good,” he replies. his hand stays pressed against your tummy, pushing down gently so he can feel himself even better. “i want you to feel all of me.”
he leans down, forehead pressed against yours, eyes still glued to the way your stomach bulges every time he drives into you. his breathing is ragged now, control slipping further with every thrust.
“you look so good like this,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, even as he fucks you harder. “seeing my cock inside you… fuck, i can’t stop looking.”
megumi’s thrusts turn punishing, hips slamming into you as he loses himself in the sight. the usually controlled boy is gone—replaced by someone completely addicted to the way your body yields to him, marked so visibly by his cock.
he presses down on your belly again, eyes dark with lust. “take me deeper,” he whispers against your lips. “i want to see how much you can take.”
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?”
megumi’s demon dogs have always loved you, even when they're tired after missions. oftentimes, they’ll run up to you with wagging tails, whining, and panting happily.
one night, you’re in the common room, sitting on the couch as you watch television, hair and skin still damp from the shower you took after a long mission. you begin to hear soft footsteps, though it sounds more like the demon dogs than people.
the dogs walk up and sit in front of you, tails thumping loudly against the ground.
“oh, hi!” you exclaim, scratching under their chins. the black dog leans into your palm, and the white one’s tail thumps faster against the ground. the white one almost becomes restless, paws tapping against the wood.
the white demon dog begins licking your hand, pausing in between to spin around excitedly. the black dog continues to receive chin scratches from you, pleased at your touch.
a voice speaks out, “hey, you two,” the dogs turn to look at megumi, “stop slobbering all over her,” he’s mostly referring to the white demon dog.
the white demon dog whines and lies its head on the couch, flushed against your thigh. its ears go down, though its tail doesn’t stop wagging. you pet the dog more, and it gently paws at your leg, wanting more pets.
the black demon dog woofs in complaint, softly growling at megumi, though with no aggression.
“it’s okay, megs,” you smile up at him.
he huffs, cheeks turning pinker. he finds it embarrassing how much his demon dogs love you, mirroring how he feels about you. unlike him, his demon dogs have no shame in showing their love and affection towards you.
“megumi, are you sure that keeping them out for this long isn’t making you tired?” you ask, eyebrows furrowed together.
he shakes his head no and sits next to you, pretending to watch whatever movie you were previously watching before the demon dogs came up to you.
“yeah, you’re good pups, aren’t you?” you mumble, and the demon dogs whine happily, you continue, “very well trained.”
you know well that they’re certainly not puppies, instead far from it. megumi’s warm next to you, leg bouncing anxiously as he hides his face, a bit afraid that you’ll see his flushed face.
footsteps walk into the common room, and someone stands behind the couch, hands resting on the back of it. gojo smirks knowingly, staring at how megumi’s demon dogs behave with you. megumi glares up at him, silently daring him to say something.
gojo speaks up, “hmm, that’s weird..”
you curiously look up at him, “huh?”
“megumi’s demon dogs normally don’t act this way around people. it’s a bit weird how they’re cuddling up to you and whining for your attention, don’t you think?”
you think for a minute, taking in his words, “yeah, it’s a bit odd, but i’m totally fine with it. they’re such sweethearts!”
when your attention’s back on the demon dogs, gojo runs a hand down his face with a frown, looking at megumi with a look of disbelief on his face. he seriously can’t believe that you didn’t pick up on a word he said.
gojo knows well that megumi’s shikigami mirrors his emotions and feelings towards people, and the older man immediately knew about megumi’s liking towards you when he saw the demon dogs cuddle up to you.
he just wonders when and how megumi’s going to confess to you.
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the soft glow of your phone lit the room as you lay sprawled across the bed, one leg bent beneath the blankets while your thumb mindlessly flicked from one post to the next. you’d barely register anything you’d looked at in the last 20 minutes, your thoughts drifting elsewhere every few seconds. to him.
megumi had only been gone a few days, called away on an extensive mission that had kept him out longer than either of you had expected. you were used to missions, they came with the territory, but that didn't make the apartment feel any less empty while he was away.
the quiet click of the bedroom door pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up immediately.
a little paler than when he'd left, megumi stepped inside, looking every bit as worn out as you expected. his uniform was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and the exhaustion on his face was impossible to miss. even standing in the doorway, he looked like he was running on whatever little energy he had left, the tension evident in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
a smile found your lips before you could stop it, greeting softly, "hey, gumi..”
he lingered by the door for a moment, eyes finding you almost immediately. "hey," his voice was quieter than usual.
for a split second, something softened in them. there was a flicker of need, small enough that anyone else would've missed it. it vanished just as quickly, hidden beneath his usual calm expression. the moment passed almost as quickly as it came.
“..i’m gonna change,” he murmured.
you nodded. “take your time.”
a minute later, he stepped back into the room wearing a loose black shirt and sweatpants. his damp hair clung slightly around his forehead, evidence he'd at least splashed some water on his face before changing. he tossed the crumpled uniform over the back of a chair before making his way toward the bed.
he looked more comfortable. still exhausted. the mattress dipped as he sat beside you.
you smiled to yourself, resisting the urge to immediately throw your arms around him. you’d missed him more than you cared to admit, but one look at him told you he probably needed a second to simply breathe. so you let him, your attention drifting back to your phone.
a few quiet moments passed. then you felt yourself slide ever so slightly across the mattress. you frowned.
another gentle tug. looking down, you found megumi’s hand resting against your waist, fingers hooked in the fabric of your shirt. he wasn't pulling very hard, just enough to coax you closer to him.
there wasn't any urgency behind it either. he wasn't trying to drag you over, just patiently encouraging you, inch by inch.
you blinked at him.
"what’re you doing?"
he stayed quiet.
instead, he gave your side another small tug.
"gumi?"
only then did he look at you. the exhaustion lingering in his eyes somehow made them softer, less guarded than usual. "..c’mere.”
you giggled quietly. "i am here."
a tiny sigh escaped him, one that sounded almost amused despite how tired he was. he shook his head once. "..no."
his gaze dropped to his lap before lifting back to yours. "here."
realization dawned on your face. "..oh."
a grin spread across your lips. “you've been trying to pull me onto your lap?"
the faintest hint of color dusted his ears. "..maybe."
"you know," you teased, setting your phone on the nightstand, "you could've just asked."
"i did."
"barely."
“you gonna sit or not?”
despite your teasing, you shifted over without another word, carefully settling onto his lap.
the moment your weight rested against him, his hands instinctively found your waist, adjusting you just enough so you were comfortable before letting out a slow, tired breath.
his shoulders noticeably sagged. like he'd been holding himself together all day and had finally been given permission to stop.
a quiet breath escaped him as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, his eyes slipping shut.
"there," you murmured, slipping your fingers into his hair. "better?"
"much."
his hands ran up and down your sides, absentminded and comforting. it had only been a few days, but now that he was here, you realized just how much you'd missed touching him, running your fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing, knowing he was safe.
"missed you," he admitted, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“i missed you too."
the room fell quiet again.
you couldn’t help but lean down and give him a quick kiss despite the silence. he answered with another, lips parting slightly before pulling back. his palms slid around your waist, fingers spreading wide as they traveled down to grip your hips.
"your skin feels good," megumi said against your mouth. "missed touching you."
“yeah? thought of you every night, gumi. wanted you home so bad..”
another short kiss. then a longer one where his tongue brushed yours briefly. his hands moved again, one staying at your hip while the other slipped higher under your shirt, tracing the curve of your side.
you shifted and he pushed the fabric higher, exposing more skin as his fingers trailed up to brush the underside of your breasts. the slight friction sent a small jolt down his spine.
"shiiit.. right there, pretty," he breathed when you started rocking your hips slowly. the thin cotton of your panties rubbed against the front of his sweatpants, and he could feel himself hardening beneath you. "yeah, keep doin’ that.. feels too good."
you ground down again, a little firmer this time, and megumi groaned softly into the next kiss. short pecks alternated with deeper ones as his hands roamed freely, squeezing your hips, sliding back to your ass, cupping your chest through the loose shirt.
"god, you're so soft," he groaned into the kiss, his hand shifting to give your ass a gentle, playful smack. the sound echoed in the quiet room, making you gasp, which only seemed to encourage him. he smacked you again, a bit firmer this time, before kneading your backside like he was trying to mold you to his body.
"you’re getting hard already," you giggled between kisses.
the sensation of your panties against his sweatpants was agonizingly perfect. you could feel the thick, hard length of his dick pulsing beneath the fabric, straining against the waistband of his sweatpants.
"can’t help it," he replied, voice a bit rougher now. "not when you're moving like that on my dick."
his thumbs circled your nipples through the fabric while his other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the edge of your panties before returning to your waist. another grind made him twitch, and he pulled you closer for a messy kiss, tongues meeting briefly.
"don’t stop," megumi urged. "wanna feel you like this.. all of you."
you ground down harder, a slow, circular motion that had him arching his back, a low moan escaping his throat. his hands flew back down to your ass, gripping you tightly and pulling you flush against his erection. you rolled your hips once more, the friction building steadily against his growing erection. he nipped at your bottom lip, hands never still, sliding around your back, lifting your shirt again to run his palms up your sides and over your chest.
"love how you feel on me," he said quietly. "grinding on my dick ‘nd shit.. keep going."
short kisses punctuated every movement, turning into longer, hungrier ones as you continued the slow rhythm. his hands stayed busy, gripping, stroking, occasionally pushing the shirt higher so he could touch more of your bare skin.
"tired as hell but i really can’t get enough of you," megumi muttered against your lips, giving your ass another sharp smack, the sting mixing with the pleasure of your bodies rocking in sync. his name slipped from your lips in a breathless gasp, earning nothing more than an amused purse of his lips.
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ever since starting onlyfans, you’ve gotten an influx of DMs and requests to collab, but you always pushed it to the side. too anxious to fuck someone on camera.
that’s when toji came in. he’s experienced and was doing porn the classic way until he learned he could do it on his own terms with onlyfans, and that’s exactly what he did.
within two weeks of moving to it, he was rapidly growing, everyone loving the way he stroked his dick and talked to the camera while doing it.
“yeah, you like this, don’t you? dirty slut watching an old man stroke his dick on camera, you should be ashamed.”
then the usual collabs with hot models, something he became known for.
when he got wind of a pretty girl doing solo content, he wanted in on it; he wanted to be your first collab, and after months of you sitting on it, you finally agreed.
once he got his hands on you, you froze and stiffened, and he found that so endearing it got his dick hard.
“just relax for me; i'm not going to hurt you… unless you want me to.”
no time is wasted for him to get handsy with you, sliding a hand in between your thighs, getting a feel for how wet you are, two of his fingers already coated, his other hand on your waist keeping you in place, making sure you don’t run off.
he has two cameras, one focused on your face to pick up your reactions and any sounds you make that the second camera can’t pick up, and the second camera is focused on both your bodies.
toji keeps warming you up for five minutes, getting you used to his hands on you and wanting you to be focused on him and not the cameras.
it works, and you calm down, relaxing in his grasp, letting your body go limp and feeling the pleasure pulse throughout.
both cameras are picking up just how wet you are.
after listening to how loud you are, he finally starts sliding in, letting your wetness coat his tip first, groaning and putting his face into your neck to calm down, not wanting to cum.
reaching on the nightstand to dim the lights, wanting to focus in on your body and wanting you to focus on him and not the cameras, your eyes occasionally darting to the cameras, he doesn’t want that.
what he wants in this moment while his dick is slowly sliding into you is your body clinging to him.
“there you go, breathe.”
mumbling into your neck while he starts his strokes, rolling his hips, listening to every little sound that you make, your hands on his back, your nails already digging deep into his skin.
moaning and arching your back, your feet twitching from intense pleasure, drool coming out the sides of your mouth, the camera focused in on you, but you don’t even care anymore; he’s fucking you so good your thighs and legs are going numb.
your cries bouncing off the walls, both cameras picking it up, toji doing deeper strokes just to feel you tremble beneath him, finishing inside of you to the thought of the comments he's going to get about you.
megumi wasn't the submissive type, no. not at all in any way.
but when you're mad at him?
"ugh, work was so stressful today." you huff, practically throwing yourself onto the harder mattress. megumi looks up from his phone, for a second. before his gaze turns back towards his screen.
you've been out all day.
but he didn't even acknowledge you?
"megumi?" you say irritatedly.
his head snaps back towards you, at his full name. he's used to 'gumi.' or 'megs.' but, it was his full name for once.
"...yeah?" he turns off his phone completely, setting it down onto the nightstand. turning his attention solely on you. "ignoring me?" he shakes his head immediately. "what? no, what makes you think that."
"uh huh." you say, voice clear with sarcasm. "i texted you, what— ten times!?" megumi falls quiet, because the tone of your voice. did you really text him ten times?
"my phone is on silent." he says simply, "that's what you fucking think of me?" you snap back, laying onto your back, rather than facing megumi. "i'm sorry baby, no i was just tryna—"
"save it." megumi falls silent at that, as asked through he could feel the growing erection in his pants. he shifts uncomfortably under the cover. forcing out a cough to ease the silence.
you turn on your phone, a sigh escaping your lips. while megumi continues on to shift uncomfortably. trying to distract himself, from the racing thoughts he has in his mind right now. you're angry at him. why is he thinking like this?
"i'm going into the kitchen." you say simply, before standing up from the mattress and walking out of the bedroom. megumi quickly jumps out of bed also, scattering to follow you like a lost puppy.
"i'm sorry baby." you roll your eyes, dismissing his apology completely. you open the pantry grabbing a small snack. still megumi doesn't leave.
"leave me the fuck alone." but he didn't, if anything he felt the throb in his pants. fuck he was hard from what—you being pissed off at him? or is it your tone of voice.
so, megumi does something he'd never believe he'd ever do, his kneels buckle before he kneels down in front of you, resting his chin onto the plush of your stomach, "forgive me baby."
you freeze, looking down at him. since when has your boyfriend become submissive?
he wraps his arms around your lower body, "hit me, yell at me. do whatever it takes for you to feel better." that catches you off guard, this doesn't even sound like the megumi you know.
"you're into that? you're usually doing it to me." you chuckle. running a hand through his soft strands, he leans into your touch like a touch starved cat, "mhm. don't be gentle with me."
"just how submissive are you feeling right now?" he paused, to think for a moment. eyes closing at your soft touch, "i've never really felt like this before... do whatever you want to me."
you slap his cheek lightly, not hard enough to snap his head to the side. just a light warning, he could feel his dick twitching just from your touch, holding back a moan, especially your irritation. "gumi..."
his head immediately snaps back up, at his usual nickname "yeah?" he questions softly, his voice thin. "are you fucking hard right now?" he goes silent, before his head bobs involuntarily.
his hands brush against your legs, you pull his head back by his hair. "y'know, i've always wanted to peg you." that completely caught him off guard.
"what...?"
authors note: i'm tagging this as smut, because part two will be smut. pls don't get me.
