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.
fluff and crack - pranking bf!toji by screaming while he’s asleep
you don’t mean to do it. okayyy. that’s a lie. you definitely mean to do it. but it’s 2:47 a.m.
you’re awake. toji is asleep. you’re bored. and he looks so peaceful it makes you want to ruin his life just a little bit.
so you lean in close. take a deep breath.
and you scream.
“AAAAAAAA-“
his eyes snap open instantly. he jolts upright, body completely tense, reaching for something under the bed like he’s about to commit a felony (considering it's toji, he probably is). there is absolute murder in his eyes. he’s shirtless. half-hard.
“what the fuck?!”
you’re already wheezing as you point towards the corner of the room. “i saw an ant.”
he blinks.
you crack up.
his face goes blank. entirely unamused. he stares at you like you’re some failed science experiment.
“you screamed like you were being stabbed because of a fucking ant?”
you’re fully sobbing with laughter now. your whole body shaking under the sheets as you clutch your sides howling.
he rubs a hand down his face. growls. “you’re insane, proper insane.”
“you should’ve seen your face- “
“i thought you were dying. i was about to bury your attacker in the backyard. jesus.”
you snort. “what were you even reaching for? do you have a weapon under the bed?”
he doesn't answer. just lies back down with an annoyed grunt. you crawl over, still giggling and throw yourself dramatically across his chest. he doesn’t react.
you poke his cheek. “toji. toji. are you mad.”
he sighs.
you kiss his jaw. “what if i say sorry.”
“you’re not sorry.”
“what if i show you my boobs.”
he opens one eye. thinks about it. “…that would help.”
you beam. “yay! i forgive you for being mad at me.”
he groans. “that’s not how forgiveness works.”
you kiss him again. softer this time. hands warm on his skin. he pulls you close with a low sigh. burying his face in your neck.
“if you ever do that again, i’m throwing you off the bed.”
MDNI | thinking about how much fun it would be to chomp alllll over your big beefy boyfriend any chance you get. 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ m.list
toji’s in the kitchen, shirtless and wearing a pair of gym shorts that hug his round, defined glutes tight, each muscle in his broad back rippling under his tanned skin as he mixes his protein shake.
you stare from the doorway, unable to resist the beautiful specimen standing before you, licking your lips as you watch the veins bulge under the taut skin of his biceps— the urge to just bite those muscles pulling you closer and closer to him like a magnet.
CHOMP!
“ow- the fuck is wrong with you?”
you look up at him through your lashes, only to sink your teeth in harder, feeling how the muscles of his bicep tense against your mouth.
“you crazy fuckin’ brat—” he flicks your forehead as you treat him like a chew toy, making you finally release his arm.
he rubs the sting away, a slightly red bruise blossoming under your teeth marks.
“but toji i can't help it, i mean look at you! i just wanna bite you all over.” you practically growl the last sentence.
…toji just stares down at you, a look of horror— but also affection and adoration, painting his beautiful face.
“actin’ like a rabid dog or somethin’. i need to get you a rabies shot?” he huffs, turning his attention back to his gym bro drink, but he can't help the slight smile that tugs against those scarred lips.
unfortunately, that smile doesn't last long.
CHOMP!
you've dropped to your knees, hands wrapped around his tree trunk sized thighs as you bite down right on his chiseled thigh.
“ah- shit!” he hisses through his teeth, but before he even has a chance to react, you move over to chomp right on his thick, tight ass cheek.
but the noise that leaves his mouth this time isn't an annoyed curse or a surprised gasp— it's a moan.
“nngh- oh f-fuuuck-”
his head falls back, jade eyes fluttering shut and thick adam's apple bobbing as the strained moan escapes his throat, the carefully crafted protein shake falling from his hand and into a thick puddle onto the counter.
you pull back with a giggle, your hands still planted on his thighs as you peek over and see the unmistakable bulge growing in the front of his shorts.
“toji, did you just moan from me biting your ass?”
“shut up... do it again.”
a/n: wrote this super quick after @planetchoso sent a toji baseball pic and i wanted to CHOMP on his ass
In which your man, Toji Fushiguro, is a certified asshole.
It’s a fact.
But he’s not the kind of asshole that talks shit about women or spews political nonsense about the LGBT and other letters. No, he’s the kind that pulls dumb as hell pranks like,
Jerking off and splattering his cum on your fresh panties so that when you come out of the shower, he gets to hear that shriek and scream of his name. He denies he did anything too. “Don’t go blaming me for your overflowing discharge, doll. Goddamn pussy’s like a leaky faucet.”
Running his nail over your nipples as you sleep. He tickles the bud, using your shirt for friction, til it hardens and you’re whining in your sleep. Might do the same with your pussy lips over your panties too. And like clockwork, lies about it. When you wake up, dazed, confused, and asking if he's been touching you, he fake-groans and complains, “It’s 3am, woman. You seriously waking me up cause you’re horny? Jesus, you ever not? Fuck, come on then, bounce on it like you’re sorry I’m missing out on sleep.”
Purposefully putting you in positions that pushes a lot of air inside you, enough at least to get you queefing. He chuckles and pats your bruised pussy after the rough fucking, and says to said pussy, “Got notes about my performance, ma? What, missing out on one too few orgasms? Yeah, I’ll make up for it next round, don’t worry, greedy girl.”
Or worse, he pretends it isn’t a queef. Shaking his head, he pinches his nose and says, “Damn, what have you been eating? Your gut’s all messed up, doll. We gotta get you to the doctors. Fucking worse than mine.”
Perhaps most annoying of all: at gatherings with your friends and families, he loves to pretend he got a text from you. He reads it aloud, wayyy louder than he needs to, and makes up some bullshit.
“Why’d you say your granny's cooking sucks?”
“You wanna leave, doll? But we just got here? Ah, you hate Shiu’s new girl ‘cause she’s all tits and no brains. Got it. Let’s go.”
“Meet you in the bathroom? Why? You horny or do you have the runs? Oh my bad, I just saw your second text. I’ll bring the air freshener.”
Honestly, you don’t know why you’re still with him, nor why he’s still alive and breathing. You’re kinda just hoping one day you’ll look back at these years of humiliation and finally get the joke.
But today is not that day and you’re going to smack that man stupid if he so much as even tries it next time.
asking husband!toji to help you help you get the overdue baby out! ꒰♡
mdni. smut/ crack - (basically just toji getting bitched around by his pregnant wife)
"toji. get this baby the fuck out of me. now.”
your husband furrows his brows, watching you pace your shared bedroom like a mad woman, gritting your teeth in frustration.
the baby was now two weeks late. you were done — you just wanted the kid out of you already. you’d tried practically everything; herbal teas, spicy food, bouncing on that stupid yoga ball until your thighs burned… the list went on.
then, you remembered there was one thing you hadn’t tried.
"…cmon, baby. you’re tiring yourself out with all that pacin’ around. the midwife said it’ll be any day now," toji says, watching you roll your eyes in response, both hands resting on your oversized belly.
you trundle over to the bed, laying down next to toji who was quick to steady you. "now, toji!" you hiss, trying to shimmy your shorts down.
he finally gets the memo.
"what, y’want me to fuck you? now?" he asks, not moving yet.
you grit your teeth again, frustrated and overwhelmed with hormones. "no, idiot. i’m taking my pants off for no reason," you reply sarcastically.
toji bites his tongue, running the idea through his head — slightly scared to say no to you right now.
"that even safe?" he questions.
"if you don’t get this baby out of me right now, so help me i’m going to divorce you," you snarl, no real malice behind your cruel words.
toji willingly gets himself hard, an easy task when he’s right next to his wife. he climbs on top of you, careful not to rest his weight on your vulnerable frame.
he tugs his sweatpants down, then tries kissing you, ready to prep you to take him as always, but receives a firm slap on his wandering hand— "hurry up!"
"alright, alright. jesus, babe," he mumbles, quickly realising you were in no mood for foreplay.
in fact, toji was pretty sure you didn’t view this as sex at all — just an experimental way of getting this damn baby out.
toji aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly pushing in, feeling you lock your legs around him desperately, forcing him all the way. "haaah — easy," he groans.
truthfully, it’d been a while since he’d even allowed himself to stuff you full. the last thing he’d ever want to do was hurt you, or the baby.
"mnnn — okay. hard and fast. let’s go," you pant lightly, smacking his ass encouragingly.
one thing he wouldn’t let slide if you weren’t extremely pregnant.
just as you wish, toji starts moving, his pace slow at first, still cautious not to cause you discomfort. "shit, y’feel fuckin’ amazing," toji rasps, quickly snapping back into reality as you try to buck your hips against him.
"faster, mnghh — please," you mewl, now only half focused on inducing labour, your husbands dick practically hypnotising you in the process.
minutes pass. toji stays focused, giving you exactly what you need, hurried, deep thrusts making your head spin with pleasure.
then, you gasp — hands gripping your husbands meaty bicep.
toji feels the lower half of his body become drenched. “fucckkk, that’s it — make a mess," he purrs.
then he looks down, catching the large smile on your face.
"is the hospital bag ready?” you say.
"…yeah, why?"
you grab toji’s face, tugging him forward to kiss him excitedly. "my water just broke, idiot!"
He might not pay rent around here, but he sure is handy...
Roomate!Toji x reader
cw: gn!reader, crack(?), implied smutty stuff, flirty asshole Toji, reader yells a lot, mention of fleshlight (used), not proofread lols
"Toji motherfucking Fushiguro!"
Your voice rang trough your shared apartment.
Toji, used to this by now just let out a grunt from the living room... in which he was sprawled out on the couch of.
"Yeah?"
You had came home from work and the first thing that greeted you were the trash bags he had promised to take out while you were gone.
That promise was about 8 hours ago.
"Get your bum ass over here!" You scoffed, not leaving the spot you were standing in, coat and bag haphazardly hung up.
You could hear the couch groan as he got up, followed by a yawn and heavy footsteps over to the entryway. Toji looked like he had had the worlds best nap, hair messy and in all directions, sleep still glossing over his eyes and his hand was scratching as his belly... that toned and defined and hot ab ridden belly-
You blinked, shaking your head to snap out of it.
"Well?"
"Well what, babe?"
"Don't call me babe!" You scoff, pointing a finger at the bags. "Out. Now."
Your tone was final.
Toji, lips already flickering down into a small pout, wanting to protest-
"Don't start, i'm gonna bring up rent again." You glared.
He let out a small grunt in response, easily hooking the bags on a few of his thick fingers and padding to the door behind you, quietly sighing before leaving to go take the trash outside.
Listen, living with Toji wasn't all that bad. He mostly kept to himself and only sometimes left his boxers laying around and only sometimes got a bit too loud when he was watching some sports channel. He did leave the place to go to the gym, even went grocery shopping if you sent him.
You wonder if he even dates... you never see him texting or calling anyone too.
Only bad part? Never paid rent on time. Or just didn't pay at all.
When he isn't being a lazy bastard, he gets handy and fixes thing around the apartment or even your car... things that would cost a fortune.
So you turn a blind eye when he misses a few months of paying.
A lazy weekend, nothing exciting going on.
You wanted to take a niceeee longggg hot shower to loosen up a bit after the hectic work week.
You stood naked in the shower, music playing on your phone from the counter.
Squeeeek.
Water was supposed to come out.
Where's the water?
Squeek squeek turn crank PULL.
Nothing.
The shower was broken.
You, out of frustration didn't think much and did what any other sane person would do in this situation.
Call your at-home-plumber.
"TOOOJIII!!"
The sound of someone taking their sweeeeet time walking over from his room reached your hearing.
Only the second before the doorhandle to the bathroom turned you remembered you didn't have clothes on.
"W..WAIT DONT COME IN!" You panic, grabbing into the shower curtains to use it as some sort of cover.
"Too late."
The door was pushed open and a smug looking Toji waltzed in, looking relaxed as ever. His eyes zeroed in on your embarrassed face and the way you were trying not to flash him anything.
"You called me to come help wash your back or somethin'? Cute."
You tried to shoo him away but the bastard had already stepped further into the room.
To your surprise he actually glanced to the shower head and the tap, as if examining it.
"Is it acting up again?" He asked while wiggling the squeaky thing around.
You nodded, still peeking behind the shower curtains.
"Be a doll and go get the toolbox, yeah?" he grinned, glancing over his shoulder at you.
"Go get it yourself! I need to put my robe on-"
"Nah, i ain't fixing it if you don't get me my box."
That... UGH.
You frowned, starting to shimmy out of the shower stall... dragging the curtain with you.
"Stop watching! Such a perv..." you complained under your breath.
Toji just chuckled, making a show of leaning back against the tiles, sharp eyes latched on to your form. "Cmon, pipe isn't gonna fix itself... yknow."
You almost hissed at him.
The towel and counter was right there...
You quickly let go of the plasticy material and grabbed the towel instead, rushing out while barely covering your ass with it.
Toji whistled after you, not even needing to look back at him to him he had on some sort of smug look.
But while you were gone, he worked on checking the issue, knowing you'd get even pissier if you couldn't shower sooner than later.
You wrapped yourself up in the cotton thing, bare feet padding trough the hallway and down to the last door. Toji's room.
You rarely went there... who goes into a bummy, lazy, burly...sweaty.. man's room anyways? Alone, nonetheless.
You shoved open the door, met with the sight of his actually.. not that messy floor.
A few socks and shorts here and there. A dumbell or two.
You make your way to the shelf he keeps his tools and random shit on.
You had to pass by the bed.
You were a bit curious and peeked over to the soft thing.
Nothing sus.
You looked back, sighing as the toolbox was on the highest shelf. Obviously.
Now, you weren't some little weak y/n, but you know that box was heavyyy as hell.
Turning around to try and see what you could use to step on, you walked up to his little dresser besides the bed.
On close inspection it was safe to drag over.
But then on ANOTHER close inspection, a drawer was open.
Who peeks in men's drawers?
You do.
A fleshlight.
A DAMN POCKET PUSSY WAS SHOVED IN IT.
It looked like it had some wet residue on the outside- HOLD ON STOP.
Think.
Why would that be here.
oh i dont know
probably because Toji was using it before you had called him over to help with the shower.
You tried to calm down the sudden rush of heat to your face and eartips, roughly slamming the thing shut and using your newfound strength to pull the dresser to the shelves.
He could reorganize his furniture when he gets that damn shower running again.
Toolbox acquired.
You stumble back with the heavy thing, towel holding on for dear life after all your activities.
You finally got to the shower door.
The moment you dropped the box on the tiled floor....
The shower head made a sound.
And water started to run.
A cocky toji, flexing his hand, stood in front of the shower curtains.
"All fixed."
Your face dropped.
Your eye twitched.
"SO YOU MADE ME DRAG THIS SHIT ALL THE WAY OVER HERE AND YOU FIX IT WITH YOUR STUPID HANDS?"
Your screech was defiantly heard by the upstairs neighbours. They loved you.
Toji loved you too. Especially how you hadn't even noticed the damn towel slipping down in your fit of rage.
"Yeah, all it took was a little twist. Nothing crazy."
"You look good, by the way."
He smirked, making a show of dragging his eyes across your bare body, lingering right between your thighs.
Your anger turned to confusion, quickly looking down. Oh. That traitorous piece of fabric had pooled around your ankles.
You just accepted your fate and let out a deep...deeeeep....exhale.
"At least i don't fuck my fleshlight instead of actual flesh..." you murmured, not glancing back to him.
"You wanna help me change habits?"
Yoon's notes: oh my god i hope i did gn reader justice
FOR MY SEXY DADA: @cactusvolumes I HOPE U LIKE IT IM SORRY IT TURNED INTO CRACK
art: @/v0idzenin on 𝕏, @/hunnismoker on ig, idk the one with toji laying down, help
