most of the time, he let it slide… unless you took it too far, in rare situations.
like, well now..
“ ‘ji, you hummed, calling his attention light, without a care in the world. “i think i’m pregnant.” – looking up at him through your lashes, all soft and sweet about it.
he pauses. cold glass to his lips, the cool liquid sliding down his throat, adams apple bobbing before he wipes his mouth and sets the glass down with a soft clink.
“… you serious or you playin’?”
“mmmmhmmmm. didn’t get my period or anything.”
…
“when’d ya—”
“—yesterday.”
he looks down at you with that same gruff expression, his presence looming over you, the weight of him close and solid, every inch of him daring you to take it back, just enough to make your spine stiffen.
he leans down until you’re face to face, eyes darting between your own, memorizing every flicker of your expression.
you couldn't help but let your bottom lip catch between your teeth, stomach tightening and pulse hammering in your ears.
“liar.” he grits, not wasting a second.
“i am not lying—” you start, until the way he looks at you makes you swallow whatever bullshit you were planning on spewing.
“okay fine! i was just kidding. take a joke, ‘ji…” you pout, trying to lighten the mood.
his jaw flexes.
“think that shit’s funny?” his voice is low, gravelly, rough enough to make you flinch.
he takes a deliberate step closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. one hand coming up to grab your chin, squishing your cheeks together, forcing your eyes to meet his emerald green ones.
the heat of him is suffocating, chest nearly brushing yours, every movement barely restrained as his digs lightly into your jaw, holding you in place.
“um… yes? april fools…?” you mutter weakly, trying to step back. only to have your back press against the cold marble countertop of the kitchen.
you were so overly fucked.
the fact that a “harmless” little joke had you face first in the sheets getting dicked down by your husband should have been a joke in itself.
he had you face down ass up, the snapping of his hips mean and ruthless — his bruising grip on your hips pulling you back onto his cock over, and over again.
the way your ruined cunt stretched whoreishly around his girth told you it was anything but a joke.
a loud smack reverberated against your skin as his calloused palm came down hard on the flesh of your ass, the sting immediate and scorching, pain blurring with pleasure, making you gasp into the sheets, cunt clenching around him maddeningly.
“look at thattt,” he mutters, a rough laugh rumbling low in his throat.
“t-to–o–oji–hngh–!” you garbled out in broken syllables, throat flipping between octaves with each thrust, every syllable ragged and desperate as his cock stirred you up from the inside, mushroom tip knocking into that plush spot that left you limp.
you force your head up just enough for a gulp of air, cheeks wet with sweat and tears, lips soft and swollen from biting down on them for what feels like hours.
toji's hand clamps around the back of your head, forcing your face back down into the sheets with a muffled whine, his heavy cock splitting your pussy open, each thrust announced by a loud ‘thwap’ of skin on skin.
“always doing somethin’ stupid, you ever stop acting like a whore?” toji growls, leaning over you, pressing every ounce of muscle into you, “now i gotta knock this slutty pussy up, for real this time.”
he lifts one leg onto the mattress for support, edge of the bed dipping under his weight. fucking you harder. faster.
“that what you want? huh?” he snarled, his grip unrelenting.
“no–” you squealed, nodding frantically, tears of pleasure threatening to spill over, “w-was only joking—ah!–”
he let out a sharp huff of laughter, watching you, unflinching. “s’that right??” a low, condescending hum, his voice edged with gravel.
“fuckinnn’ liar.” he spat as his calloused thumb made its way in between your thighs, finding your clit, drawing rough, unrelenting circles—his fingers digging into your hip hard, leaving your eyes crossing slightly, your lips shaping into a quiet ‘o’.
a white frothy ring had long coated the base of his cock, a mixture of fluids dripping down your thighs in rivulets, turning the sheets beneath you into a sick mess.
a tremor ran through your whole body, toes curling as your fist bunched the sheets under your fist, “fuck–toji–s’too much!”, whining as you swung your arm back (uselessly), a poor attempt to tap out.
your fingertips hardly grazed his forearm, slightly brushing past his veins, only for him to catch your arm by the elbow with a small clap, hauling up your body before you could further slump entirely into the mattress.
“heh. cute. real fuckin’ cute.” he moved to loop his bicep around your neck, holding you up as your hands clutched his muscle for support, making your hole squeeze down on him.
his chest, slick with sweat, pressed directly against your back, your ass pressed up against him leaving no space for you to run.
“toji!—m’shorryyy—sorry! jus’ wanna cum–”you babbled, words tumbling out like nonsense, unsure if he could even understand you with the way you’d gone all stupid on his cock.
if anything, toji didn’t slow down a bit—he only got faster, and you could hardly keep up.
“cum all you want you brat.” he grunted close to your ear, chest pressing into you, warmth searing against your back.
“not stopping till you're full of me for days.”
only then did you wish to hear ‘april fools’ slip past his lips.
+
by the time he was finally done with you, making sure you had been stuffed to the brim — you were utterly drained.
you let yourself collapse against him, seeking warmth and steadiness in his arms as he pulled you to him, covering the two of you with the spent comforter, leaning against the headboard.
“ji…” you began, voice wrecked and quiet, almost shy.
“hm?” he hummed, glancing down at you.
“were you… actually mad at me?”
a small chuckle rumbled from him, scarred lip curling into a faint, dangerous smile. “of course i was.” he admitted, voice rough. “i actually want a family with you, believe it or not.”
you shifted slightly, propping yourself against his chest for support. “you do… like, now?”
“do i seem like the lying type?” he tilted his head at you, and the look on your face made him smirk.
“you totally do but that’s besides the point.” — you muttered quickly under your breath, earning a sharp glare from him.
“then why didn’t you say something?” you huffed, cheeks warming. “i wouldn’t have… joked about it.”
he chuckled softly, brushing a hand along your back.
“don’t worry about it. this time, it’ll take.”
welcome best month ever !!!
i'll make it tradition to start every month with a toji fic atp
𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ sneaky link!toji realising he's in love mid fūck :: cws. smut, pwp, cowgirl.
“shit baby, look at’cha,” toji sighs as his eyes follow your movements on his cock. you’re hypnotising him with the way you’re bouncing on his thighs, the mixture of cum on his lap making the sounds of your thrusts extremely loud and sloppy.
his big hands rest on your hips and then move up to your waist. toji’s always loved touching your body whenever he could while he has you in his bed. “c’mooon, let me see those pretty eyes.”
you’re moaning at the sound of those praises leaving toji’s lips. he does it subconsciously—telling you how beautiful you look whenever you take his fat cock. or how gorgeous you are and sound whenever he’s eating you out.
he brushes the hair out of your face, instinctively wanting to admire you. toji doesn’t realise it—everything he says and does comes so naturally to him. he was never like this with the other women he’s slept with.
“fffmgh, toji,” your noises are what drive him to keep going. toji hates how you have him wrapped around your finger. he’s a sucker for anything you do. and don’t get him started on the amount of times he nearly came into his pants from just the thought of your pretty face underneath him.
perhaps that is what people call love, toji shakes the thought away and focuses on fucking you properly. he grips your hips and lifts them up so he could thrust upwards into you, not wanting to think of such silly things anymore. foolish, there’s no way a man like him can ever love again.
he’s doing this for his own pleasure. not yours.
“toooji, c-can i cum, please? mhh, need’to,”
and yet, here he is, working hard to please you. to hear more of those moans in the shape of his name. to have you come undone in his arms in the most endearing way possible.
your enjoyment is what brings him pleasure. all toji needs is to see your eyes roll back once he sends you over the edge and he’s spilling everything he has inside of you.
toji closes his eyes and tries to drown out the thoughts. he chases after that high, wanting to fill you with his cum for the nth time that night, “not yet, princess. let’s cum together, m’kay?”
those are—once again—words he’s never uttered to any other woman before during sex.
જ⁀➴ ♡ as long as he’s okay with you smacking his back!
જ⁀➴ ♡ MDNI. fem!reader. just something short and silly!
your roommate and best friend, toji fushiguro, will not stop smacking your ass!
being the nice roommate you are, cooking breakfast or dinner for the both of you? nope, not rewarded with a ‘thank you.’ rather you’re reward with a harsh smack! right to your poor butt.
doing the laundry, folding his clothes all neatly like the sweetheart you are? a mean thwack! echoes throughout the room as his hands make contact with the plush flesh of your lower ass.
cleaning the house? spanked! watching tv? spanked! trying to get ready for bed? spanked! he’s absolutely ruthless! any chance he finds you vulnerable, back facing him, your ass is getting smacked as hard as it can. you’ve never understood his utter fascination with your ass, never understood what amusement he gained out of watching you squeal and jump everytime he caught you off guard.
toji says you wouldn’t understand because you’re a girl. that only guys know the true satisfaction of smacking ass.
really, although he’d never admit it to you, he just finds you so fun to toy with. and it’s like you’re asking to be spanked! cute butt jut out, purposely arching that sweet back of yours all for him? he’s gotta smack it every chance he gets.
you tell yourself that toji is a weirdo, that you’ll never understand the amusement. that is until one day you witnessing him cleaning the dishes, only a pair of boxers on that fit his ass nicely. you can’t help but- SMACK!!!
“what the fuck was that for?!” toji’s turning around, face as red as yours is when he does the same. he looks unusually shocked, embarrassed even.
Synopsis: in which the jjk men take part in No Nut November and you get to see how long they last (spoiler: it's not very long, but that dickkkk is)
Warnings: 18+, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, unprotected smex, misuse of Limitless, cúnnilingus, squírting, overstimulation, desperate men, dirty talk - praise and degradation, pússydrunk men, fingering, teasing, edging, pússy inspection, footjob, mastúrbation, séx toys used - cóck ring/handcuffs, whimpering men, femdom in parts, mild bloodplay - sucking a drop of blood, cúm eating, stomach bulging, creampie, backshots, full nelson, brief face slapping, asphyxiation, hair pulling, sub!choso, misuse of a belt and tie, mouth gag, cowgirl, body marking, orgasm denial, true form!sukuna, misuse of curse mouth, áss eating, spanking, lotta cursing, some notes of SH? - biting lips until it bleeds/restraining themselves/digging nails into skin, not proofread
a/n: here's hoping I don't get flagged for the pic. Tumblr pls i am not your strongest soldier have mercy. header — A Doting And Kind Husband, He Returns To His Beast Form With Unparalleled Sexual Prowess by Aizawa Anji
SATORU - 7 days 14 hours
“Fuck,” he whines in your ear, “so t-tight. I can barely fit it in. Did you -hah- get tighter? L-like magically?”
You’re bent over the coffee table, shorts and panty pooling at your knees as he thrusts his cock in your drenched pussy, which greedily gobbles him up. Breathless, you answer, “That’s not h-how it -ngh!- works, Toru.”
There was nothing especially seductive about what you were wearing nor what you were doing — normal house clothes and peering under the sofa for your dropped earring. But you should’ve known Satoru would see the imprint of your pussy through your shorts, ass up in the air and back arched, and would lose all sense and reason.
He grabbed at you, face shoved to the apex of your thighs from behind, ignoring your squeal. Satoru was munching on your cunt through the material, moaning like a whore as if he was really tasting the real thing. You could feel the wetness of his saliva all over your thighs, or maybe that was your pussy juices. It was hard to tell.
When he finally saw clearly, he wasted no time pulling your shorts down so he could see you in all your glory. “Oh, baby. I missed you too,” he cooed. “Look how pretty you are.”
Thumbs spreading your lips apart, he watched the drop of clear wetness dripping down to your clit, and then hanging in the air before he caught it with a finger and fucked it back inside you. He watched his long digit disappear inside with awe. Your pussy squelched and he nodded.
“I know, I know. I’m so mean, aren’t I?” Satoru whispered to your cunt. “Lemme make it up to you.”
Things snowballed after that.
Sure, you could’ve stopped him, could’ve smacked him away like a misbehaving dog, but you were having your fun regardless; you weren’t taking the challenge seriously anyway. So, you clung to the edge of the table, crying out at the dizzying stretch of his cock entering your body. You missed it too, the feeling of him. A week is a really long time to go without being fucked stupid.
Satoru isn’t even making sense anymore; he’s just murmuring depraved things. “Love this -hngh- p-pussy. Gonna fill you up with my -shiiitttt- cum. Gonna keep you s-stuffed full. We’re gonna be attached forever –yeah fuck back into me, baby, that’s it. Never letting you go.”
“Ngh! Toru, harder! Fuck me harder.”
He holds your hips still, pulling his cock out until only his tip remains inside. “O-of course, baby. Whatever you want.” You scream when he rams the whole length back inside, sliding against that gummy spot inside you. The orgasm washes over you out of nowhere, sending your eyes rolling back and the table creaking under your grip.
God, you were so pent up and you didn’t even realise it. He had just started fucking you and you were creaming all over his cock. Obscene squelch! squelch! filling the room.
The lights around you begin flashing in pulses. Things begin to shake. Distantly, you think you can hear sounds of panic in the streets and car alarms raving. And is that an ambulance?
“No, wait fuck! So tight. B-baby, stop-HNGH!” Hot cum floods your walls. Satoru groans, high pitched and so needy. “Oh shit, oh shit. Oh fuuuuuuuckkk.”
Then, without warning, he pulls out and dives face first into your pussy once more, sucking your clit as a mix of your cum and his own leaks out onto his face. He doesn’t care. Not even one bit. Not even as he's shuddering and causing city-wide panic. All he cares about is blowing raspberries on your poor, sensitive clit, motorboating you like an idiot. “Tastes so good,” he breathes out. “So perfect. Always so perfect.”
You sigh, fingers drumming on the table. “We -hah fuck- l-lost, Satoru.”
“Stupid -hah- challenge, anyway,” he grumbles. “We’re never doing this again.”
That’s what he said last year.
“What about Suguru? Your bet with him?” Satoru smacks your clit harshly. You squeal. “Satoru!”
He tugs your hips back to his. Cock raring to go again, he inserts it slowly, inch by inch. There’s no more of that panicked haste to feel you. Almost as if he got it out of his system momentarily. Now, he just needs to regain control, whether of himself or of you, you can’t tell. “Don’t mention another guy in front of me. Not when my dick is the only thing you should be thinking about.”
Possessive Toru?
Haven’t seen him in a while.
Smirking, you tease, “Oh but I’m always thinking about other men when I’m with you; it’s how I can get through your pathetic thrustin–FUCK!”
Eyes wide, you marvel at the increasing sting inside your cunt. He’s not…
Oh god, he is. He’s using his Limitless to stretch you out. Jaw dropping and eyes rolling to the back of your head, you let out a long moan.
Satoru snickers. “That’ll teach you.”
SUGURU - 3 days 17 hours
“Oh you poor thing,” he croons. “Such a shame that you couldn’t hold out longer. Guess you don’t want my respect at all, huh.”
That’s a load of bull; he couldn’t have any more respect for you even if you held the sky on your shoulders. No, he wanted you to cave. He wanted to show off his superiority. He wanted to remind you how utterly weak you are for him. That was why he’d been messing with you since the month started, which hadn’t been a very long at all.
Suguru would brush up against you, skimming his nose against the crook of your neck, whispering how beautiful you look, or would purposely walk around the house shirtless and wearing those grey sweatpants that showed everything.
You didn’t understand why he did any of that — even if you came, it was in his best interest to make sure you had stakes in the matter too. Why would he tempt you and threaten to lose the challenge and incur the mockery of Satoru, who bet him that he’d last longer?
Sometimes, you don't understand Suguru.
In his lap, he works two fingers inside your cunt. He’s curling them against that spot inside you that has you gushing even more all over his long, slender digits. All while he thumbs at your sensitive clit, keeping his lips away from you. Suguru gazes down at you, a lazy smirk on the lips you’d been staring at.
Mewling, you plead, “Sugu, kiss me!”
“Aw, does my pretty girl want to cum whilst kissing me? That’s lewd. Maybe I should call you my perverted girl instead. What do you think?”
You regret ever playing his games. This ridiculous No Nut November challenge and the trying to resist his skillful touch he has you playing right now. If only you weren’t so weak, then you could show him that you can’t be messed with. Instead, you were playing right into his hand. Literally. You’re riding his fingers, grinding on his lap and chasing your orgasm, like the whore he tells you that you are.
“Is my dirty girl close? Hmm? Does she want to cum all over my thighs? Go on, pretty. Lose the challenge not even a week in. Show me how pathetic you are.”
This is all his fault.
He was always musing about the importance of being a united front, how you two were a team that lost and succeeded together. That goes out the window when you’re in the privacy of your own home, you suppose.
God, you want to wipe that smirk off his gorgeous face.
With shaky hands, you grab his head and smack your lips against his. You moan his name right into his mouth, seeking his tongue out and wrestling with the wet appendage. This is what you need. This is what you’ve been waiting for. Since the challenge started, you weren’t allowed to kiss him longer than a peck for fear that he’d be tempted to give up, and it’s been killing you.
That hesitation, that pitying smile you give each other before you say goodbye, knowing that things didn’t feel right without a kiss. Hugs themselves had to be brief and polite, no pressing fronts against each other. You might as well have shook hands and dapped each other up. It was a miserable, miserable three days.
Now, you’re having your fun, swallowing his taste down your throat. It’s all you need to finally go over the edge. You cum with your lips wrapped around his tongue, bobbing your head like it was his cock you were sucking on. “F-fuck, Sugu!”
Fingers leave your pussy with a POP! spreading your wetness all over your skin. His hands dig into the plush of your hips, grip punishing and bruising. Suguru trembles against you, groaning deep and low.
When your heavy eyes open, you’re surprised to find a wet spot on his grey pants that you definitely didn’t leave there. He pants, gaze glossy.
“D-did you…”
In a second, you’re flipped over the sofa, staring up at his towering figure. He scowls at you, eyes a little glazed over. “Yes, pretty. I came from your kiss. You must be feeling so proud of yourself, aren’t you?”
A little. “But what about your challenge with Satoru?”
Suguru shakes his head, cock hard again, and leaking against your clit.
“I won’t be telling him, and neither will you,” he threatens, snapping his teeth. “Not unless you want to see me take his challenge seriously.”
CHOSO - 15 days 19 hours
“Please,” he begged, kneeling before you, clutching your hips and grinding his restrained cock against your leg like a dog. “I c-can’t take it anymore. It hurts. I need you. I need to feel you. I think I’m losing my mind.”
That’s how it started, how you both lost the challenge.
It’s pitiful, really. Not the fact that neither you nor Choso lasted a whole month, because that was always a guarantee, but rather how your latest purchase didn’t hold up very long.
The cock ring around the base of his cock was supposed to keep him from leaking, from cumming all over himself, when you acquiesced by giving him a footjob. You made it abundantly clear that you wouldn’t let him cum and he agreed, nodded fervently, cheek nuzzling your thigh with gratitude.
He’s happy to be touched at all by you, he said. He’ll behave, he promised.
Lies.
“Choso, I’m really disappointed,” you mutter, big toe skimming up the length of his throbbing cock, following the prominent vein you love to lick. He ruts into your foot with a whimper. “I thought you loved me enough to try harder.”
The man had been cumming practically nonstop. In fact, when you fished his cock out of his tight pants, he came from the weight of your judging stare alone.
He’d been like a fountain since.
Biting his swollen lip until it bleeds, he shakes his head. His unruly, raven hair falls out of its pigtails. Locks stick to his sweaty forehead. You brush them away. “D-don’t say that. I do. I do love you. I’m sorry, it just feels too -hngh- t-too good.”
You tut. With your thumb, you gather the dripping blood before it could stain the floor and feed it back into his mouth. He greedily suckles, even when the metallic taste is long gone and it’s just the salt of your skin he’s tasting. That seems to spurn him more because his eyes roll back into his head, cock pulsing faster.
The metal ring does nothing against his will to cum; it’s only digging painfully into the base of his cock in a way that he likes, in a way that reminds him of you. Meanwhile, his tip is red-hot, angrily-swollen in a cute kind of way. And it's beyond glossy from his cum, like a lollipop.
“I miss this,” he breathes out. “I missed you. So so so much. Oh god, I think I’m going to pass out.”
Honestly, he managed quite well; 15 days is nothing to scoff at. You were ready to call it quits five days in, rising one morning especially needy and wanting to wake him up with your pussy to his face, but you held back, because you wanted him to lose. You wanted him to get so worked up that he winds up on his knees, sniffing at your cunt, like a little puppy.
Which he did.
Choso’s so adorably predictable.
“Are you going to cum, Cho? Are you going to dirty my foot?”
Abs tense, he nods, strong arms bulging with barely maintained restraint. “S-sorry -ngh!- I’m sorry.”
If his wrists weren’t tied up in handcuffs behind his back, he’d be hugging your legs to his chest, humping the arch of your feet with his exceptionally hard cock. Or maybe he’d be more ambitious, more desperate and ram his dick inside you, taking what he wanted without a single care.
That wouldn’t be so bad, you muse. Your pussy has been sloppy this entire time. It’s no doubt left a stain on the sofa.
Time to up the ante.
You spread your thighs wide for his viewing pleasure, pulling your panties to the side. “Look at me, Cho. Look at my pussy. I’m soaked, aren’t I? Watch me play with myself.”
He gulps, eyes wide and focused on one spot and one spot only. “So pretty…”
Spreading your lips apart, you show him your clit and how your hole is pulsing his name, metaphorically speaking, of course. That’s all it takes for Choso to whimper so loud you’re sure only the neighbourhood dogs register it.
Searing ropes of cum pierce the air, landing all over his bare chest and on your leg. He pants, moaning your name like a mantra. You sigh. So much for that cockring.
How he even had that much cum stored inside him is a mystery to you.
Hand bundling his hair, you drag him over to where he’s made a mess on your body. “You know the drill. Get to work.”
Choso lets out a breathy laugh, cheeks pink. He scoops up his cum from your shin with his tongue and smudges it onto your sloppy slit with lidded eyes.
You’re so leaving a bad review on the cockring, and the handcuffs he busted out of already. The broken thing lies on the floor as Choso digs his nails into his own skin to avoid angering you more, the length of his broad back visible for you. Sweet bastard’s been holding back on pure will alone, for your sake.
“Happily.”
TOJI - 5 hours 34 minutes
“Tojiiii,” you whine.
He growls, “Shut yer trap.”
If he wasn’t buried balls deep in your greedy cunt, cock indent visible through your lower stomach, you’d be talking his ear off about how annoying he is — he promised he’d take No Nut November seriously this year.
Last year, he lasted not even an hour. As soon as the clock struck midnight, he jumped you, heavy hands touching you up, rough and demanding until you gave in. It’s funny to him, you suppose. It’s funny to get you to trust him just for the asshole to take what he wanted anyway.
Held in a full nelson, his favourite position, you have no choice but to take his thick cock; there’s nowhere you could run to. His arms are hooked under your knees, arms locked behind his head, tied up with your ripped stockings.
“I -ngh! s-slow down- I can’t b-believe you -fuuuck- lied to me!”
You can feel him everywhere. He’s filling you up so good you swear you can feel him in your lungs, emerging from your throat. It’s disgusting how sweat slicked you two are, how soaked the sheets are from your splashing juices. The bed is banging against the wall, scratching paint off with the friction. The neighbours are not going to be happy. They’d already told you off three times last week.
Toji snarls a laugh in your ear, sharp canine scraping the shell of your ear. “Didn’t lie. Lasted longer than last year, didn’t we? Count your -mmm fuck, pussy trying to keep me inside, ain’t it?- your -heh- blessings, doll.”
Feet planted on the mattress, he fucks up into you with no mercy.
Seriously.
He was treating your pussy like the enemy, like it’s personally victimised him. There’s not a single part of him that cares that you’ve been squirting into the air like a fountain or that your juices and his cum have created a creamy white ring around the base of his cock. He certainly doesn’t give a fuck that your wetness drips down his balls and into his ass crack.
It’s all part of the process, he’d tell you. Just ride it out.
“What I can’t believe,” he begins, licking the sweat off the length of your neck, “is you -shiiit- thinking this was gonna end any o-other way. Tried to hide this dirty pussy from me too. Playing a -hah- dangerous game, ma.”
Oh, he really hated that. When his hand reached for your cunt under the covers as dawn broke through the openings in the curtain, you sleepily swatted it away. That was your mistake. He woke you up with a smack to your cheek. It didn’t hurt very much, but you did feel the heat growing on your skin. It had you panting before he did anything else.
Smiling to yourself despite the situation, you clench down hard, listening to his sudden grunt, and musing, “Maybe you just -mmm- need to have more -ngh!- self-control.”
Idiot.
Idiot with a death wish.
With acrobatic skill, he lunges forward, shoving you from a full nelson to your face in the pillows and your ass held in his punishing grip. His entire body covers your own, pressing you down hard into the pillows. You’re struggling to breathe, struggling to do anything but take the cock he rams back inside you.
Toji growls, “You’re in for a long night, you damn brat. Better save your energy and keep your mouth shut.”
Air is punched out of you with every relentless thrust. He’s not giving you any time to recover or to grab your bearings. It’s thrust after thrust after thrust.
BANG! BANG!
The bed and the walls are suffering with you, but they're mocking, rubbing it in your face how powerless you are right now against Toji.
“You never fucking learn, do ya? Always gotta be a brat. Always trying to drive me crazy. Acting like you weren’t groping my damn dick in your sleep. And when I take what’s mine, when I give this greedy cunt what she wants, I’m the bad guy.”
Hot, humid and dizzying, his body heat mingles with yours, shooting straight to your brain and to your clit. It doesn’t help that he’s holding your head down with a heavy hand.
But when you tap the bed frantically, giving out even though it hadn’t even been twenty seconds, surely, he yanks you up by the air. Scalp stinging, your broken moans fill the room. It creates a cacophonous din with the obscene smacking of his hips against yours. The threat of suffocation was real and it made you spurt all over his cock.
“Stupid girl,” he mutters darkly, “no challenge can keep -fuck i’m close- t-this pussy from me. It’s mine. Repeat it.”
Begrudgingly, you respond, “Yeah, it’s yours, I guess.”
You can feel, rather than see, his eyes roll and it brings a smile to your lips before he lets you go and you faceplant into the pillows again.
Toji says, calloused fingers roving under your hips to play with your clit, “We’ve -ngh fuck- got all day to work on y-your –loosen up, woman fuck– shitty fucking attitude. And trust me, we ain’t leaving until I’m satisfied.”
KENTO - Challenge Won
“Sweetheart,” he began, a little exasperated, “Can I take a bath first?”
“No, because you’re going to distract me with your slutty body and I need to have a clear mind.”
He sighed, loosening his tie with one hand. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
You stomped your foot. “How about you try an apology, Kento?”
That seemed to spark something in him, like it awakened him. No, it was like you’d walked into his trap, a willing prey.
Drawing closer, he pinned your hips to his, keeping you still and in his grasp. He had just gotten home. The man didn’t even get further than the doorway, didn’t even get to remove his shoes, before you started having a go at him. Of course he knew why you were mad. You’d made it abundantly clear — you’re upset he actually won the challenge you’d begged him to start with you.
He peppered kisses along your hairline, ending up by your ear so he could whisper, “Make me, darling.”
That’s how you wound up in this position: riding him to oblivion on your marital bed, hands tied to the headboard with his belt, and mouth gagged with his own tie. You told him not to take his clothes off, that you wanted to see him in his dress shirt, wanted to fuck with his dress pants not even down to his knees.
Unbuttoned and open for your viewing pleasure, you watch his abs, slightly faded now with the years of making sure he ate well, clench as your nails raked up and down the ridges. There’s red lines scribbled all over his chest. It reads: ‘whore for his wife’.
“Are you, Kenny? Are you a whore for your wife?”
He can’t answer, you know that, but seeing how his eyes are glazed over through the fogginess of his glasses, and how he bites down on his tie, slobbering all over it, it’s more than enough to satisfy the sadist in you.
Hips rolling, you feel him pressing all around your walls. His beautiful cock kisses all your sensitive spots, stimulating that gummy bit that only he can reach, and creating a delectable pressure that has your pussy pulsing like crazy.
“Because I’m starting to think you’re not.” You clean out his glasses, wiping the mist away so he can clearly see your pout. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have lasted a whole month without cumming inside me. You left me all -hngh- a-alone and feeling so so abandoned.”
At that, Kento grunts, hips bucking up into you. You gasp, balancing yourself on his chest. He fixes you a glare. He wants the gag off.
“No,” you insist, “I know what you’re going to say: ‘I do love you, darling. I love you more than myself,’ and ‘It’s because I love you that I lasted as long as I could for you, that I drove myself mad just so you could have your way with me, could play with my poor, overly sensitive cock, and my heavy balls.’ Am I warm, Ken?”
He huffs, not especially pleased with specific wordings but unable to deny that he was going to say something along those lines. It’s cruel, really, that you’ve tied him up and rendered him unable to speak. But if you’re being honest, you deserved this.
A whole month of no sex, of not being touched by your sexy husband, with his pretty eyes, broad shoulders and huge dick would drive anyone crazy.
Kento knows that too; it’s why he’s not fighting against the restraints even though you both know he could easily free himself if he wanted to. He better not ruin your fun before it’s really started.
Dragging your breasts over his face, you mutter, “I wish you could suck on my tits, Ken. They feel sore and achey. Guess I’ll just have to keep playing all by myself.”
The headboard creaks, strong arms straining against the leather of his belt. Better hurry along, you think to yourself.
Knees planted on the side of his body, you begin bouncing on his cock, up and down, up and down, and around. Kento groans. It feels so good, even better after the month-long wait. You’ve been empty for so long, your pussy complains every time you push his entire length back inside, but you don’t care. You’re going to cum over and over again and not let him spill a single drop.
It’s his punishment.
You’re using him like a trampoline, as if he was just a dildo. You already came multiple times by now, but he hasn’t once. And he’s close, you can tell. His cock is throbbing nonstop, almost as if calling out for you, pleading.
Every time he was close to releasing his cum inside, you halted your hips and popped him out. He’d cut you a glare that could kill before he realised exactly who he was glaring at and he’d soften into a breathless calm, a faux one. Then, when his dick paled just a little, you rode him again.
He must have been edged for two hours straight now.
Tears pool in the corner of his eyes, cheeks beyond flushed and cramps in his abdomen from the incessant strain to behave forcing grunts out of his lips. You lick a drop. It tastes like salt, victory and revenge. Maybe it's time to let him have one reprieve — not an orgasm, no, not yet.
You pull the tie out of his mouth, wanting to hear his voice. Kento groans.
“S-sweetheart -fuck!- take what you need. Punish your stupid -hah- husband. Remind me what I missed out on,” he pleads, muscles quivering and cock throbbing. “I’m sorry. I’m -oh god- I’m sorry, my love. I was wrong. Use me. I’m yours. All -ngh- yours.”
Lips curving into sharp points, you boop his nose.
“That’s the plan, hon.”
SUKUNA - 23 days 8 hours
“What a ridiculous challenge,” he scoffs.
He was talking a big game before the month started, boasting about how he could go many months, maybe even years without cumming. That only a pitiful human would struggle. Yet, he went as far as leaving the estate to be away from you so he wouldn’t be tempted and then couldn’t even last a whole month anyway.
On a random morning, he returned and, one look at you — just one — was enough to have him marching over to you. Things quickly got rowdy after that.
Sukuna took you down, ripping your clothes from your body. He smashed his lips to yours, swallowing your gasp. His hands were touching you all over, groping your tits, spreading your legs, rubbing your bare pussy and cradling the back of your head against the hard ground.
“I hate this challenge,” he growled. “I resent the human who created it. And I resent you for making me play.”
You didn’t get the chance to tell him you didn’t make him do anything — he was holding his palm over your entire slit, cursed mouth worming its tongue inside your already sloppy pussy. Moans escaped, mingling his own. Sukuna breathed low and heavy, refusing to part from your mouth.
“Sukuna, I -mmm- missed you.”
His eyes darkened.
That was all the warning you got before you were lifted into the air.
Dangling by the legs, you hang upside down. Two huge, thick cocks smack into your face. Beneath them, a heavy pair of balls that look like they’re about to burst at any second meet your gaze.
He growls, “Do your duty, woman. Make up for the absence, for the distance, for the many nights I spent torturing myself.”
At the same time you open your mouth wide to take one cock down your throat, he dives into the apex of your thighs, making loud slurrrrrps! with no shame. There’s no rhyme or reason to the way he’s eating you out, just a feasting of clear desperation.
Blood rushing to your head, you do your best to wring out his release — bobbing up and down on one cock and tugging on the other, using your spare hand to fondle his balls.
Sukuna growls, the vibrations tickling your clit.
Salty cum floods your throat. You choke on the sudden orgasm. Despite the fact that he already came, he continues thrusting his cocks, still hard and still throbbing with a vengeance. It’s clear he has no intention of stopping any time soon.
“Not even your used panty could get me through the separation,” he confesses angrily. You didn’t know he nabbed a panty but the admittance has you shuddering. “By the third day, I’d suck out all your juices off it and it no longer smelled like you. Useless woman.”
The image of him suckling on the dirty gusset for any semblance of your taste, of your scent, and warmth pulls at your heartstrings and your clit. He wasn’t revealing the truth to make you cum or to win back your favour after leaving you; he was simply getting it off his chest. Sukuna was never good at whispering sweet nothings, but this is his version of it.
“The source is so much better," he hisses at himself. “Sit on my face for eternity, woman. I command it.”
In a flash, you find yourself thrown down the bed you’d slept in alone for weeks. On your knees, your ass is spread wide, the breeze brushing past both of your holes. You pant. “S-sukuna…”
“Hush, pet. Allow me to have my fill of your taste for now, before I take you with my cocks.”
You don’t need to ask what he means by that because you feel it; his cursed mouth appearing on his stomach, tongue much longer and much wider than normal. It pokes and prods your asshole.
A whimper leaves your lips.
The damned thing laps up your entire ass, pussy and clit included. It’s tasting and drooling all over you, spreading wetness all around. Although you both know it’ll never fit inside any of your holes, it still probes your ass as if it could.
Hair wrapped around a fist, your back’s forced into a painful arch. Sukuna growls in your ear.
“Listen well, woman. I will never again be baited into parting from your body. I accept defeat, just this once, but I feel no shame in admitting I cannot last very long at all without your embrace. Bask in this small victory. That is my gift to you.”
Laughing, you respond, “That’s what I -ngh!- w-wanna hear. Good boy, Sukuna.”
He barks, sharp teeth just missing the shell of your ear. The entire bed shakes with yet another sudden release. It sprays out from both cocks, shooting thick cum onto the bed and some on your body.
SMACK!
Your ass cheek’s seared with the mark of his palm. You drool into the pillows.
Sukuna rasps, voice gravelly and hands trembling, “I dare you to say that again when you’re taking both my cocks.”
⤷ aka Toji loves groping your full & swollen pregnancy tits! <33
𝜗ৎ SUMMARY: Toji's always been a tits guy. especially a your tits guy. naturally, during pregnancy—when your tits grow alongside your tummy—this man goes absolutely feral for them. good fucking luck.
𝜗ৎ WARNINGS: 18+ MATURE CONTENT. pregnant!reader. tits play, nipple play, talks about pussy eating and p in v in general, Toji is HUNGRY, literally a leech, blowjob, deepthroating, boobjob, he smacks our tiddies, praise, he calls us mama, finishing on reader's tits, pussy pronouns, nastyyy stuff! first jjk fanfic, be nice :((
𝜗ৎ AUTHOR'S NOTE: uhhh 👉🏻👈🏻 hello 🫡 been obsessed with this man lately, so I thought I'd start posting some of the nasty thoughts I've been having. be nice, im scared!!!
wordcount: 3,5k | pairing: Toji x f!reader
Toji has always loved your tits. His hands are on them at all times, whether that be in public after some loser's been staring at you for too long or in private, curled up in bed, his arm slung over your waist protectively to keep you flush to his broad chest, one of his big hands beneath your pyjama top playing with them to help him fall asleep.
Well, to be very fair—Toji is an ass guy too. Or perhaps he's just a you guy. He loves exploring every part of you equally—no matter if that's your tits, ass, hips, thighs, or pussy. From the very first moment he saw you, he knew you'd be his—and he has not held back showing you just how much he loves you since.
The first few weeks of your relationship, he spent more time inside you than not—even if that's difficult to believe. The amount of stamina this man has freaks you out to this day.
Sure, you had heard rumours about a certain Toji Fushiguro from other girls in town—how could you not? He's the talk of the city, attracting women left and right, and none of them ever complained about his skills in bed but rather the exact opposite.
According to their tellings, Toji Fushiguro is more god than man in bed.
And what can you say? He lived up to his name in a way you did not dare dream of.
First and foremost, he loves eating pussy. Fucking starves for it. Begs, pleads with you whenever you come home from work, the gym, or shopping. Follows you around like a lost puppy until you finally give in and then proceeds to spend hours between your parted thighs—licking, suckling, dragging his wet, hot tongue from your drooling hole up the length of your slit, circling your puffy, swollen clit until you tremble and cry with overstimulation.
Though, one thing is true for almost all positions he's taken you in.
Toji can't stop himself from squeezing your tits with his huge, calloused hands—each time he has you bent over the dresser or kitchen counter, pounding into you from behind, he has one hand wrapped around your delicate throat. Not to choke you, though—not really, at least—primarily to keep your back flush to his chest, not allowing you to slump forward onto whatever surface he fucks you against just so he has access to your pretty tits bouncing so perfectly with every brutal thrust.
They fit perfectly in his wide palms, and while sometimes he prefers just holding them—especially when he's trying to be soft with you—more often he kneads them, squeezes them, rolls your hardened, aroused nipples between his thumb and index finger and watches you squirm beneath his touch.
Toji not only loves touching, no—he sucks on them too.
When you're trying to watch your show on Netflix—some crappy girly stuff, as he calls it—he won't bother paying any attention to the TV and gossip with you about the characters like some other boyfriends do.
Toji's hands sneak underneath the hem of your shirt a maximum of five minutes after you hit the play button. First, he leaves it splayed across your tummy, big, rough hand spreading pleasant warmth throughout your entire body. But he doesn't leave it at that, ever. It'll wander upwards mere minutes later, find the soft, round flesh and knead—really knead. He plays with them until he's so hard it hurts, then pulls your tank top downwards far enough to free one of your perfect tits.
The cold air makes you shiver—and so does the feeling of his lips closing around your perky, hardening nipple. You gasp, flinching away from the unexpected sensation—but Toji is stuck to them as though he were a freaking leech. Once he's got your tits in his mouth, not even the strongest sorcerer could pry him from you.
"To— Toji! I am trying to watch my show," you whine, eyes drifting from the TV to your boyfriend glued to your tits, suckling and flicking his rough tongue over your sensitive bud whilst his second hand cups your other breast, watching you through hooded eyelids, his cheeks hollowed as he suckles.
"Stay still for me, dollface. Lemme touch you up, hm?" he murmurs, humming with approval when you sigh in defeat and finally relax fully beneath him. "Yeah, that's right, good fuckin' girl."
Toji is obsessed, to say at the least. A fucking goner, to be exact. For you, for your perfect tits, for everything you give him.
And really—it is no wonder that just six months into your relationship you end up pregnant. Honestly, you are surprised that it's taken this long. He's left you so full, dripping with his cum nearly every single day, and you haven't exactly been responsible with taking your birth control, either.
Telling him goes better than you anticipated. You were anxious at first—after all, it'd been merely six months you two have been together, and your future was still somewhat uncertain. Yet, Toji beamed with joy when you confessed. His face lit up, and he truly was excited to become a father—supporting you with everything and anything.
Groceries—don't you fucking think about carrying them. Driving? He'll bring you, don't bother worrying about it. Sex? Surprisingly, Toji's soft side comes out even when he's got you folded in half, fucking his big, veiny cock into your warm, velvety walls, making sure to give you enough, but not all of him.
And you'd think he'd go softer on your tits, too—after all, they are not solely his much longer—however, you are gravely mistaken.
If anything, his adoration for them only grows—grows with them, so to say.
Toji doesn't say anything at first. He observes, watches you the whole duration of your pregnancy. He notices every single change—your increased mood swings, back pains, headaches—all of the typical pregnancy symptoms.
What he notices too—most of all—is how certain parts of you seem to expand in size alongside your belly. Your pretty tits, for example. He overhears you complaining to your friend on a phone call about how you've needed to go up two entire cup sizes since the start of your pregnancy and how sore and tender they are all the time.
He can't deny that he secretly fucking loves it. Loves how plump and big they've become, how much more they weigh whenever he cups them as he hugs you from behind, how you'll slap his hand away when his natural instincts once again guide him to your pretty, round boobs.
In your third trimester towards the end of your pregnancy as they begin feeling awfully uncomfortable and sensitive, he devotes most of his time literally fucking staring if you don't let him touch them. It's hilarious, at the least. How he's nearly drooling while gawking at you, fingers clenched into tight fists at his sides.
One night, no excuse is quite enough to keep him at bay. Five weeks, he growls in your ear as he ruts into your clothed ass, pinning you to the kitchen counter. For five weeks he hasn't been allowed to touch you properly, feel you up.
Five weeks, poor guy.
You give in. Not because he's coercing you or bothering you, but because they do feel somewhat better that day, and you can no longer bear the sight of your poor, tits-deprived boyfriend who's been looking almost sickly these past few days.
You hope that letting him have this will satisfy him enough until Megumi—as you decided your son will be called—is born. And you pray to whatever God may listen that after that, the sensitivity will decrease, and Toji won't have to starve any longer. Because seeing him like this, all frustrated, pouting all day, staring at your tits as though they are a picture of a deceased family pet, will surely drive you insane at some point in the very near future.
・・・
LATER THAT EVENING
He's got you pinned against the wall of your shared bedroom, his knee lodged in between your thighs, one hand securing your wrists above your head while the other cups your breast over the cotton of your shirt.
"Fuckin' hell baby," he groans, gently brushing the pad of his thumb over your hardening nipple, wetting his lips. His emerald green eyes are fucking glowing with hunger, with lust and need for you. "Missed these pretty tits so much. So fuckin' much, you hear me?"
Yes, you nod, because answering is too damn difficult when even the gentlest of his touches sets your skin on fire. It doesn't hurt—not really—instead, the sensation feels ten, perhaps a hundred times as intense as it usually does, sending tingles down your spine, moans spilling uncontrollably over your lips.
Toji groans at the fucking sight of you—arching into his touch which you claimed would hurt, moaning like the desperate little thing you are.
He intended on being patient with you today—take it slow, test the waters. Be gentle with his baby momma who is due to give birth any day now. Yet, here you are. Begging him for more, reacting so sweetly to his every touch—so eager for his hands to get rough with you.
His hands tug your shirt over your head, carelessly tossing it to the far corner of the room, and your bra follows after.
"Sensitive, huh?" he rasps, softly rolling your stiff nipple between his thumb and index finger while his darkened eyes focus on your pretty face. "But feels good, mama, doesn't it?"
"Y— Yes, Toji. God, yes!" you gasp, and he chuckles lowly beneath his breath, gradually applying more pressure until you squirm. He doesn't let go, though—let's you feel it for a little while longer. The blissful sting, the increasing sensitivity, how your legs turn into jelly just by the touch of two of his fingers.
"Fuck," he grits out. Fuck, because look at you. Tummy full and swollen with his child, tits so round and plump and big, he wishes he could keep you pregnant forever. You are glowing, so beautiful, he cannot help but admire you for a long moment. "Don't you dare hide yourself from me again. Ever."
With that, he closes the gap between you two, presses himself against your pliant body, makes you feel just how much he's missed seeing you like this. His erection pokes into your hip, and if that wasn't enough to cause your mind to short-circuit, his next move certainly does.
Toji cannot possibly hold back any longer. His head dips until all you see are messy strands of black hair, lips parting for your engorged, hardened nipple. He sucks it into his mouth with a slick sucking sound, keeping you pinned against the wall with his rough palm on your waist.
"Fuck, Toji— mmph— 's too much," you cry out, weakly trying to push him away—without success. Once his lips close on your tits like a seal, nobody and nothing can break you two apart—his mouth stays latched onto your swollen nipple, suckling tenderly, kneading you with his free hand.
"'You can take it, baby. Let me have this, let me taste you properly," he grumbles between gentle flicks of his tongue against your delicate flesh, never letting up or slowing down. "They're so fuckin' round, baby. Want to keep you like this until the end of time. Give Megumi a little sibling right after he's born."
His words make your mind spin. Spin with the thoughts of getting to carry another of his children, of the process of getting there.
How he would have you on all fours at least twice a day, pounding into you from behind, his heavy, cum-filled balls smacking right against your swollen, aching clit. Stretch your hole open with his thick cock and fill you to the brim as he has countless times before, leaving you dripping with him for the rest of the day, warm cum leaking onto your lace panties while you're at work.
A violent shiver wrecks through you—at both the thought of his cum overflowing from your pussy and the burning sensation of his teeth grazing over your nipple, slick with his spit.
"Toji!" you shriek, fingers tugging at the dark strands of his hair in a pitiful attempt to pull him off. "Please, that's—"
With a filthy plop! his mouth releases your glistening, flushed bud, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your breast. His thumb idly strokes over the other, also stiff nub, though his gaze is entirely focused on the one he's just had in his mouth.
"Baby— shit, look at yourself," Toji rasps with a thick, gravelly voice, breaths coming out laboured, his cock so hard against your stomach, twitching with neglect, you think he may come untouched any second. "Look at those pretty fuckin' tits and tell me to resist them. So fuckin' swollen and soft, begging to be sucked raw."
He flicks both your nipples at the same time with his index fingers, admiring the way your tits bounce slightly, and you nearly choke on your breath at the sting.
His head dips before you can reply, mouth wrapping around your other, neglected bud. Toji is more thorough this time, more eager—his warm tongue drags over your skin, teeth biting down gently, tugging, grazing.
They're still tender, still sore—but Gods, it no longer feels uncomfortable. The exact opposite is happening. Thighs clenched for minimal friction on your poor clit, pussy pulsing around nothing, slick with arousal. And Toji notices it too—how you're whimpering, moaning, letting him do as he pleases.
"Ji," you breathe, palming the bulge stretching the thick cotton of his grey sweats he's been grinding against you. "Want me to help you with this?"
He growls lowly at the touch, eyes fluttering closed, hips thrusting up into your hand—and you, you grin when he nods, sinking to your knees and batting your eyelashes at him.
"Baby, don't— oh fuck," he groans at the sight of you before him, his cock twitching with lust, leaking beads of precum onto the fabric of his pants. "You're so good to me, shit."
"Gonna make you feel good, 'ji," you smile, tugging on the strings of his sweats and pulling them down the length of his thighs before you flatten your hand over his erection, rubbing your thumb over his still-clothed tip.
The fabric is soaked with his lust for you, coating the pad of your finger. "So needy, hm?" you tease, applying more pressure, making his dick pulse under your touch. "I think you deserve a reward for being patient with me."
His underwear joins his sweats pooling at his ankles, and you are so needy, so desperate for his flushed, painfully hard cock right before your face, that you do not waste any more time before your lips stretch around his girth, tongue swirling over his with a precum-slick tip. You take him in further, feeling the heavy weight of him on your tongue, with which you follow the thick vein decorating the underside of his length.
"That fucking mouth of yours—" he sighs, a throaty groan rumbling deep in his chest, head thrown back as he lets you work your magic on his cock. You've always been so fucking amazing at this—sucking him off after a long day, allowing him to fuck your throat if he's had a rough day. You look like an angel on your knees with his length all the way inside your mouth, and right now—after being deprived of your body for so long—he's already sensing that familiar knot in the pits of his stomach winding impossibly tight.
He's debating whether to tell you to slow down when your hands splay across his thighs and the tip of your nose touches the coarse, black hair right above the base of his cock—his tip sliding down the tight muscle of your throat, which contracts at the intrusion, your gags vibrating around his girth.
"Shit, mama—" Toji's hand flies to your hair, fingers twisting in your curls and yanking at the roots. "Gonna make me cum way too fuckin' fast if ya keep this up. Easy there, baby. Fuck."
What'd he say again?
He hisses, fisting your hair even firmer, to the point he's sure it must hurt—and yet, you don't let up. You choke and splutter, violent gagging sounds echoing off the walls of your bedroom. You're trying your best to maintain a rhythm, head bobbing on his cock, hand wrapped around what you can't fit. Even then, his sheer size has you struggling, your chin soaked with spit and his arousal, steadily dripping down onto your chest and between your tits.
"Gonna—gonna cum, baby— shit," Toji curses, eyes fluttering closed, thick cock twitching in your throat, pulsing with the need to come as his balls draw up tight, preparing for his climax.
But then, when he's right at the precipice of his orgasm—you pull away suddenly, his heavy, glistening cock so hard, it almost stands up right.
Toji hisses with frustration, eyebrows drawing together in confusion, ready to slam back down your throat to show you who's—even now, when you are pregnant with his child—in charge.
It never comes to that, though. Both of your hands cup each of your tits, straightening yourself to reach him, his reddened tip leaking beads of precum which slide right down the underside of his length, adding to the mess your spit has caused.
You slide his erection in between your plush tits, pushing them together tightly to create the perfect amount of friction for his aching cock.
And Toji? He thinks he may fucking pass out.
Holy. Shit.
"Mama, fuckin' hell. Give me a damn warnin' next time, aye?" he growls, shining emerald orbs glued to the way his slick cock moves up and down the gap between your swollen tits, drinking in the feeling.
The sight alone could have him come within the next seconds, he is certain of it—but the way your boobs just fit his cock perfectly, glistening with your saliva and his precum, is what does the trick.
Toji wishes he could hold out longer. Wishes he had more time to watch you fuck his cock with your perfect set of tits, hear those slick sounds when you push him up between the gap.
Not now, though. He's way too fucking close—and Toji wouldn't be Toji if he didn't want to finish on his own terms.
"Shit, baby, lemme fuck those pretty tits," Toji slurs, and you obediently drop your hands to your sides. He cups them then, squeezes them together tight 'round his aching cock—making you hiss.
"'ji, careful, they are—" you start, but are interrupted by the sheer force of him slamming up between your boobs, nearly having you lose balance.
"— tender, I know." Toji replies, though his grip never eases—instead, his hips rut into the gap more ferociously, twisting your raw nipples between his fingers, clearly enjoying the way it makes you squirm.
He's breathing hard, chest falling and rising in quick succession—his rigid cock rubbing against your skin, your cunt clenching with neglect. You know he's close when he loses rhythm, only caring about thrusting deep, burying his cock all the way just like he does when he fucks your pussy to get his seed as deep as he possibly can.
And that's merely one of the reasons why you ended up swollen with his child so early into your relationship.
"Gonna fuckin' come, baby. Make you look so pretty with my cum all over your tits, fuck." Toji growls, pulling free from your boobs and instead wrapping one of his big hands around his length, stroking himself to the sight of you.
The muscles in his thighs strain as hot ropes of cum splatter onto your chest, painting your skin white with his release. He's never come this much, you are sure of it—a never-ending stream of his hot seed dripping down your round tits, over your stiff nipples and your swollen tummy.
"Damn it, baby," Toji breathes once he's done, admiring the mess he's made of you—and most importantly, your breasts. His finger spreads his cum where it didn't reach, sticking his finger in your mouth afterwards. "Lookin' so beautiful like this."
You shriek when his palm slaps across your tits, making them bounce with the force of the impact. Toji grins, humming in approval, kisses your forehead, and lends you a hand, helping you up from the wooden panels of your floor.
"Come on, mama. Lemme take care of your perfect little pussy now. Bet she's fuckin' soaked from sucking my cock."
thank you for reading! please feel free to leave feedback <33
Your family sets you up with potential husbands….. rich, influential JJK men… for a business marriage. You try to scare them off by acting weird but it backfires… and now you have 4 men obsessed with you.
Pairings : Yandere JJKmen x Reader
Ft. Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami
Tw: MDNI, some 18+ jokes, fanfic
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Last Part
How the fuck were you supposed to know they all knew each other? Like, genuinely, in what universe was that information NOT relevant?
The office scene from earlier still played in your brain like a YouTube video stuck on loop. Your coworker Mei had filmed the whole thing and was probably already editing it for TikTok with some godforsaken caption like "bestie's reverse harem era just dropped."
(You were starting to suspect you WERE the protagonist of a poorly written fanfiction.)
You had managed to usher them out… separately, because putting them in an elevator together seemed like a recipe for either murder or an orgy, and you weren't sure which was worse.
NANAMI KENTO - same day, Evening
Nanami sat at his desk at home, tie loosened, jacket discarded, staring at nothing.
He’d never been in a situation like this. Never competed for a woman’s attention. Never wanted to. But here he was.
And worse… here they were. Three other men who apparently wanted exactly what he wanted.
You.
The gentlemanly thing to do would be to step aside, let you choose from the others without pressure.
But the thought of you choosing Gojo… a womanizer…. made his jaw clench.
Or Sukuna…. dangerous, possibly criminal.
Or Toji…. who clearly didn’t respect you enough to take any of this seriously.
No.
No, he wasn’t stepping aside.
He pulled out his phone and typed a message.
Nanami: I apologize for today’s disruption. I hope you’re well. Would you be available for coffee this weekend? I’d like to speak with you properly.
He hit send before he could overthink it. Then immediately started overthinking it.
FUSHIGURO TOJI - NIGHT
Toji was not a planner.
He didn’t do strategies or schemes or any of that corporate bullshit the other three probably thrived on. But he also wasn’t an idiot.
He’d seen the way you looked at him. You liked him. Maybe despite yourself, but you liked him.
And he liked you. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. Maybe ever.
Which meant he wasn’t backing down just because three other assholes had decided they wanted you too.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled to your number.
Toji: You still have that cat?
He waited. It was late. You were probably asleep.
Then: three dots appeared.
You: Why are you texting me at midnight
Toji: Answer the question
You: Yes I still have the cat. It’s on my bed. Happy?
He grinned.
Toji: Very. Sweet dreams.
You didn’t respond to that.
RYOMEN SUKUNA - NIGHT
Sukuna leaned back in his chair. He’d never competed for anything in his life…. people either gave him what he wanted or he took it.
But he couldn’t take you. That much was clear.
Which meant he’d have to actually try. Actually compete. The thought should have irritated him.
Instead, it made him smile.
~~~~
You were laying on your couch…. a secondhand monstrosity you'd gotten from a friend of a friend who may or may not have used it to film adult content, but you tried not to think about that.…. staring at your ceiling's water stain that had recently evolved from "mushroom shaped" to "definitely looks like a dick now," while your phone buzzed…..
Buzz buzz buzz
You'd been ignoring it for twenty minutes now, which was impressive considering your phone addiction.
You KNEW who it was.
You knew because because you'd made the mistake of glancing at your lock screen twelve buzzes ago and seen his name.
Gojo Satoru
AKA: one of the four horsemen of your apocalypse
Your phone buzzed again. Then again … and again and again….
"Oh for the love of…” you groaned, rolling over so violently that your cat relocated to your laundry pile where she immediately started kneading it with her claws.
Great. More holes in your clothes. Perfect.
Gojo (do not answer) : Good morning my lil saint 😘
Gojo (do not answer) : Heyyyy
Gojo (do not answer) : there was some excitement at your office
Gojo (do not answer) : You never told me you were into group activities
Gojo (do not answer) : not judging. just curious 👀
Gojo (do not answer) : I know you're reading these
Gojo (do not answer) : Your read receipts are on, sweetheart
Fuck. Fuck. You'd been meaning to turn those off for like three years but kept forgetting, which was very on brand for your life choices.
You: WHAT DO YOU WANT
Gojo (do not answer) : ouch
Gojo (do not answer) : straight to business huh
Gojo (do nt answer) : no "hi satoru" or "wow satoru you're so handsome and thoughtful for checking on me"
You could feel your twitching. You wanted to throw your phone across the room. You really, truly did. But phones are expensive and you’re not about to sacrifice your cracked screen, two generations old iPhone to make a point that Gojo Satoru will probably just find amusing.
Gojo (do not answer) : I have a proposition. meet me tomorrow
Gojo (do not answer) : I can help with your little... situation
He sent an address. Some caféyou'd never heard of, which meant it was either incredibly exclusive or a front for money laundering. With Gojo, both options seemed equally plausible.
You: Why would I meet you anywhere
You: You're literally one of the problems
Gojo: Ouch
Gojo: And here I thought we had something special
Gojo: What happened to seven years of courtship?
You: I'm going back to sleep
You: Goodnight Gojo
Gojo: See you tomorrow, sweetheart ;)
What the hell was that supposed to mean? What "common problem"? What "solution"? And why…. why…. did your stupid treacherous heart did a little skip at the word "sweetheart"
Your cat looked at you with an expression that clearly said, You're going to go, aren't you?
"I'm not," you told her.
She turned around and showed you her butthole. Which felt like appropriate commentary on the current state of your life.
THE PROPOSAL (NOT THAT KIND) - THE NEXT DAY
The cafe was, predictably, obnoxious.
You'd worn the only nice dress you owned that wasn't currently in the dirty laundry pile. Your hair cooperated for once, falling in waves instead of its usual "I stuck my finger in a socket" aesthetic.
You looked... good. The kind of good that made you paranoid about what the universe was planning to balance it out.
"You came," He stood when you walked in. Like a gentleman. Which was concerning, because Gojo Satoru was many things, but a gentleman was not on the list.
You slide into the booth across from him, immediately grabbing the menu like a shield. "Why am I here?"
"I told you I have a proposition"
Right.
The proposition.
The mysterious solution to your mysterious problem that was actually not that mysterious because your problem was very straightforward…. four men who wouldn’t take a hint and a family who thought arranged marriage was a totally normal thing to do in the year of our lord 2026.
You crossed your arms and waited. Because goddammit, you were curious.
“Fine,” you bit out. “Talk.”
Gojo’s smile went from playful to something predatory. The expression of someone who’d just gotten exactly what they wanted.
“So here’s the thing,” he said, settling back into the booth like he was about to deliver a TED talk on How To Ruin Your Life In Three Easy Steps. “You have a problem.
"Several, actually. You're one of them."
"Flattering." He took a sip. "Your problem is that your family is forcing you into an arranged marriage. He paused, eyes raking over you in a way that should’ve been offensive but instead made your stomach do a weird flip thing.
“Are you done?”
“I have a problem too. See, my family’s been on my ass about settling down. Find a nice girl… Produce some heirs…..Stop sleeping with the entire female population of Tokyo….” He didn’t look remotely ashamed. “They’ve been threatening to cut me off from certain business ventures if I don’t show commitment to my future.”
You snorted. “You? Settle down?
A waiter appeared from nowhere…. seriously, did they train these people like ninjas…. and poured champagne into crystal glasses.
He grinned, shameless. “Exactly. A man of my… appetites… being asked to commit? To one woman? Forever?” He shuddered dramatically. “Unthinkable.”
“So what do you want? A recommendation for a therapist? A dating app for commitment phobes?”
“Something better.” His eyes locked onto yours, and suddenly the playful mask dropped “You,”
You stared at him. He stared back.
Your brain was making a little BLEEP sound like something had gone fundamentally wrong and all your programs had crashed simultaneously.
“I’m sorry,” you said slowly, like you were testing each word before speaking it. “Could you repeat that?”
He leans forward, elbows on the table, chin resting on his interlaced fingers. “Let’s get engaged.”
You chocked
Champagne went down the wrong pipe and you spent a good thirty seconds coughing. "You… " cough "…. WHAT….” cough cough "….. are you FUCKING INSANE….."
"Fake engaged, obviously” he clarified, sliding you a napkin "I know I'm irresistible, but even I don't move that fast."
"That's….” you wiped your mouth, eyes watering, "…..that's the DUMBEST thing I've ever heard."
"Hear me out…”
"NO”
“what's your alternative?" He spread his hands. "Keep pretending? You're not exactly a master of deception.”
Ouch
You felt your cheeks heat. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t.” His smile was devastating in that way that had probably convinced many, many women to make many, many bad decisions.
(You were not going to be one of those women. You WEREN’T.)
“I did my research, you know,” he continued, pulling out his phone “After our first date.” He scrolled through something, smile widening. “Interesting Instagram you’ve got there.”
“You…. you STALKED me?” You glared at him and he had the audacity to wink
“2019 keg stand,” he continued, completely unbothered by your existential crisis. “Very impressive core strength, by the way. That Halloween party where you dressed as a sexy nun….. ironic, given recent events. Oh, and my personal favorite…”
He turned the phone to face you.
It was a photo from your friend’s bachelorette party you’d been to last year. You were wearing a tiara that said “PENIS QUEEN” in rhinestones (you were DRUNK) and holding a drink shaped like… well. Like a dick
You’d never wanted to die more in your entire life.
“Delete that,” you hissed.
“Hear me out first”
( This white haired motherfucker)
“This better be good”
“Think about it” He held up one finger like he was about to teach you basic math. "One: gets your family off your back.Two….” another finger, "… gets my family off my back."
"Three….” a third finger, he was really committed to this bit, "… makes those other three idiots back off because you're publicly TAKEN."
"And what happens after?" you asked. "When your family wants a wedding? Grandchildren? Matching his and hers bathrobes?"
"We break up." He waved a hand. "A year from now, maybe two. Enough time for both of us to get our shit sorted and establish enough independence that our families can't control us anymore."
"So what do you say?" He extended his hand across the table. "Partners in crime?"
This was a bad idea
The kind of idea that future you would look back on and go “what the FUCK were you thinking?”
You took his hand. "Fine. But we need rules and a contract or something because I don’t trust you.”
His eyes lit up. "I love rules. Specifically breaking them."
"No breaking these ones." You held up a finger, mimicking him. "One: No actual romantic feelings. This is a business proposal."
"Obviously."
"Two: We keep up appearances in public, but in private, we're just... roommates. Friends. Strangers. Whatever."
"Can friends cuddle?"
"Satoru."
"Fine, fine. Continue."
"Three:" You hesitated. "If either of us wants out…. No questions asked. No guilt trips."
"Deal," he said softly.
This was possibly the stupidest decision you'd made since that time you got bangs in college and looked like a medieval peasant for six months.
You shook his hand.
It was warm.
Why were his hands always so WARM? It was like shaking hands with a human furnace.
"So," he said, still holding your hand (why was he still holding it?), grin widening, "when should we tell our parents?"
Oh fuck.
Oh FUCK.
What had you just agreed to?
Two Days Later: The Phone Call That Destroyed Your Eardrums
You called your mother
Mistake number one.
“Hi mom, I have news…..”
“YOU’RE PREGNANT.”
“WHAT….. no….”
“Oh thank god because I’m not ready to be a grandmother, your father would have a heart attack…..”
“I’m not PREGNANT……”
“Then what?”
“I’m getting engaged.”
Silence.
You checked your phone to make sure the call hadn’t dropped.
“Mom?”
“To who.”
“Gojo Satoru?”
The scream that came through the phone sounded like a banshee getting exorcised . You had to hold the phone away from your ear. Your neighbours probably heard it.
“SATORU GOJO? THE GOJO HEIR? THE… OH MY GOD…. OH MY GOD I NEED TO SIT DOWN…”
Muffled sounds of your father in the background going “what? what happened? is she pregnant?”
“SHE’S GETTING ENGAGED TO A GOJO…. “
More muffled sounds of your father going “holy shit.”
Your father never swore.
“Mom I have to….”
“….I NEED TO CALL EVERYONE… YOUR AUNT….YOUR GRANDMOTHER… OH MY GOD YOUR AUNT IS GOING TO SHIT HERSELF…. SHE’S GOING TO ACTUALLY DIE…”
Click.
She hung up.
Probably to call every single person she’d ever met in her entire life to brag about how her disaster daughter had somehow landed a Gojo.
~~~
Gojo showed up at your apartment one evening without warning.
You opened the door in your rattiest sweatpants and a shirt that said “LETS FUCK” that you’d gotten as a gag gift three years ago and never stopped wearing because it was comfortable
“Nice shirt,” he said, walking past you into your apartment like he LIVED there.
“You can’t just….did I invite you?”
“Nope.” He looked around your apartment“Cozy.”
“It’s a mess.”
“Same thing.” He spotted Dumpling…ypur cat… on the couch and immediately went over to her. “And who’s THIS?”
“That’s Dumpling. Don’t touch her, she hates people….”
Dumpling immediately rolled over and started purring as Gojo scratched under her chin.
This bitch
“She’s adorable,” Gojo said, now fully sitting on your couch, dumpling climbing into his lap like they were old friends. "You look beautiful, by the way."
"Don't flirt with me."
"Sweetheart, if we're getting engaged, I'm legally required to flirt with you. It's in the contract."
You stared at him. "You're joking."
"I never joke about legally binding documents." He pulled out his phone, scrolling. "Clause one: neither party shall develop genuine romantic feelings for the other…"
You snatched the phone, scanning the document
"Clause seven: both parties agree to attend a minimum of four public events together per month?"
"Gotta make it believable."
"Clause twelve: any physical contact shall be limited to hand holding and brief embraces unless mutually agreed upon in advance?"
"I'm a gentleman."
You handed the phone back. Satoru's hand found yours, fingers intertwining with yours…making your breath catch.
"For practice," he murmured.
"Right. Practice."
He stood, stretching like a cat. "Anyway. I should go.”
He grabbed his jacket from where he'd thrown it. At the door, he paused and turned back.
"Thanks," he said quietly. "For everything”
The sincerity caught you off guard. You weren't used to this version of Gojo… soft, vulnerable
"See you tomorrow, Mrs Gojo."
Clause one: neither party shall develop genuine romantic feelings for the other.
Right.
Sure.
No problem at all.
At the same time
SUKUNA RYOMEN - 4:47 AM
Sukuna hasn't slept properly in days. He sits in his office….the one at his home, surrounded by reports and contracts
But for once, the paperwork wasn't holding his attention.
He picked up his phone, scrolling through the messages he hadn't sent. Draft after draft, deleted before completion.
You're not what you pretend to be.
Too direct.
I know what you're doing.
Too threatening.
Have dinner with me.
Too... desperate.
Sukuna set the phone down. He didn't do desperate. He didn't chase. People came to him, not the other way around.
But there you were…. with flushed cheeks and wild eyes, and he'd felt something crack in his chest. Something he'd thought was long dead.
NANAMI KENTO - 5:30 AM
Nanami was already awake when his alarm went off.
He'd been awake for hours, actually, staring at his ceiling and replaying every interaction he'd had with you.
His colleagues would laugh if they knew. Nanami Kento, the man who could spot a lying witness from across a courtroom, completely undone by a woman pretending to be interested in him.
But you weren't a schemer. You were a mes.
An adorable mess
His phone buzzed. A calendar reminder.
Thursday meeting - Father's firm - 3 PM
Right. He had actual work to focus on. Actual responsibilities.
But as he rose to begin his morning routine, Nanami found himself wondering what you looked like when you first woke up. Whether you were a morning person or if you emerged from sleep like a grumpy cat, all squinted eyes and defensive hissing.
He suspected the latter.
The thought made him smile.
TOJI FUSHIGURO - 6:15 AM
Toji hadn't gone home.
Home was a concept that didn't really apply to him anyway… just a series of apartments and hotels and occasionally the backseat of his car when things got complicated. Last night had been an underground poker game, where he'd won enough to keep his credit card company from sending another passive aggressive letter.
But he hadn't been able to focus on the cards.
That was new.
Toji had excellent focus. It's what made him good at the things he was good at… fighting, gambling, pissing off his family. Distractions were weaknesses, and he didn't do weak.
But there you were, stuck in his head like a song he couldn't shake.
He laughed, alone in the early morning streets, drawing concerned looks from a passing men.
The giant stuffed cat you’d clutched to your chest on the back of his motorcycle, pressing against him like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth?
Toji had dated plenty of women. Beautiful women, smart women, dangerous women. Women who knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it.
You were none of those things.
You were a disaster
And he wanted you anyway.
That probably said something unflattering about his psychology, but fuck it. He'd never claimed to be sane
~~~
The next week was a blur of dress fittings and dinner reservations and pretending to be in love with a man whose primary personality trait was being insufferable.
Actually, that wasn't fair. Gojo was... more than that. You were starting to realize it in small ways. The way he checked in on you when you looked tired. The way he ran interference when his family got too pushy. The way he made you laugh… when the stress felt like it was going to crush you.
"You're thinking too hard," Gojo said one evening. He was lounging on your couch. He had been doing that a lot lately, showing up unannounced with snacks and excuses about "keeping up appearances"
"Your eyebrows are doing that thing." He poked the space between your brows. "Stop that. You'll get wrinkles."
Your phone buzzed. You reached for it automatically, then froze when you saw the name.
It was Sukuna's assistant, requesting a meeting
"What?” he notices immediately when your face drops.
"Nothing."
"That's your 'something bad is happening' face. What is it?"
You hand him the phone wordlessly. He reads, his expression darkening.
"Block him."
"What?"
"Block him." He hands the phone back. "Block all of them. You don't have to deal with this anymore. That's the whole point of the engagement."
He's right. You go to your contacts, thumb hovering over Sukuna's name.
Then Nanami's.
Then…
Toji.
You opened his chat and froze.
There's a photo there that you'd forgotten about. From the arcade. You're holding that ridiculous giant cat plushie and he's standing next to you, and he's smiling. Not that cocky grin he usually wears. A genuine.. soft smile
"What's wrong?" Gojo's voice is closer now. He's moved from the couch to stand behind you, looking over your shoulder.
"Nothing." You close the chat quickly.
"Awe, You're blushing."
"I am NOT."
He reaches past you and taps the screen, pulling up Toji's contact. "You should block him too."
"I will."
"Now?"
"I…." Your thumb hovers. "I will."
Gojo sighs, but there's something careful in the sound. "You don't have to, you know."
"I know."
"If you want to talk to him…”
"I don't."
You block Sukuna. Block Nanami.
And then you close the app before your thumb can make a decision about Toji that your brain hasn't approved.
"Done," you say, and if your voice is a little too bright, Gojo has the grace not to mention it.
“You like him," he says.
"I don't…”
"It's fine." He stands abruptly, moving to the window. His back is to you, shoulders tight under his expensive shirt. "If you want to see him..”
"I don't want to see him." You sit up, frustrated. "I don't want to see any of them. That's the whole point."
"Then why didn't you block him?"
You look at your phone. At the chat with Toji, still open. At the photo.
"I don't know," you admit
Gojo turns. His face blank… but something in his eye…. Something that looked almost like hurt before it vanished behind a smile.
"Well," he says, "when you figure it out, let me know."
He grabs his jacket.
"Wait…. where are you going?"
"Home." He doesnt look at you. "We've rehearsed enough for tonight."
"Satoru…."
The door closes behind him.
That night, alone in your apartment, you let yourself think about what you were doing.
Gojo made sense. On paper, in practice, in every logical way. He was safe because he was temporary. He was easy because neither of you wanted more.
But Toji...
Toji was different. Toji made your pulse race and your palms sweat and your brain short circuit in ways that were decidedly inconvenient.
You couldn't afford inconvenient. Not now. Not when everything was finally falling into place.
So you texted Gojo instead.
You: are we doing the right thing?
Gojo: What's wrong?
You: I don't know. that's why I'm asking.
A pause.
Gojo: I think we're doing the survivable thing. Sometimes that's all you can do.
You stared at the message for a long time.
Gojo: also I ordered us pizza because I know you haven't eaten since that sad croissant this morning. It'll be there in 20.
You: how do you know about the croissant
Gojo: I know everything.
You: you're very annoying
Gojo: Eat the pizza. That's an order from your future fake husband.
You laughed despite yourself. It bubbled up, unexpected and warm, filling the quiet of your apartment.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe, with Gojo by your side, you could actually survive this.
The pizza arrived eighteen minutes later. You ate the whole thing, didn't think about Toji once (okay, maybe twice), and went to bed feeling something dangerously close to hope.
You are getting fake engaged to a man. The three other men are going to kill your fake fiancée, once they find out.Your mother is losing her mind
And somewhere in all of this, you think you might actually have feelings for someone.
You just don't know who.
Fuck.
Rule one, you reminded yourself as you drifted off. No feelings.
To be continued
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A/n : This is a bit rushed and not proofread. I'm sorry if it wasn't what y'all were expecting ♥︎
when baby megumi wipes off dad!toji's kisses 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ
content: fluff, husband!toji x reader, baby megumi, reader as mamaguro if you want, domestic toji | wc 971
you're sat cross-legged on the living room floor, the tv light casting hazy flickers across the room. to your left sits toji, leaning backwards propping himself up with his arm, your son's head propped against his chest. megumi blinks sleepily, long lashes batting slowly as he tries to watch the movie on screen, his head nodding up and down every so often in a drowsy attempt not to drift off. one of his hands is clenched into a tiny fist, clasping tightly onto toji's t-shirt, black spiky hair pressed against the fabric as he rests his head.
unfinished popcorn lays abandoned in a bowl off to the side, pillows scattered from the makeshift fort you and megumi had tried to assemble earlier to watch the movie in. laying amongst the mess of pillows lies two wolf plushies, each with soft fur in colours of deep black and ivory-white each.
you’d spent the majority of the evening in the fort with megumi, watching as he demonstrated a shadow puppet wolf with his chubby hands, lip jutted out and face set in concentration with the most seriousness you think you’ve ever seen in a three year old. you’d watched patiently before following his example, making your own shadow puppet dog. his eyes had widened in a look of subtle pride before he quickly got to his feet and shuffled over to the kitchen to demonstrate the shadow puppet to his father.
clearly worn out now, megumi yawns against toji’s chest, subconsciously curling further into his dad’s warmth, and you smile to yourself at the tiny notion. your eyes flicker up to toji’s, and you’re sure you see his own gaze soften as he watches the action, your husband’s jagged, tired features seeming to erode around the edges into something warmer, more gentle.
meeting your gaze, he smiles, the scar on his lip tilting upwards in a kind of weighted contentment. he’d always felt terrifyingly new to fatherhood: unfit for it, like he was filling in a space he didn’t quite know how to exist in, urging himself to fulfil a father role he’d never quite been able to know himself.
toji moves his other arm to rest around the boy’s back, touch surprisingly tender, rubbing soft circles into his back as megumi blinks, barely half-awake. you lean in from where you’re sat before softly speaking, careful not to startle him too much.
“…gumi, let’s get you to bed, okay?”
you pull yourself up off the floor as toji pulls megumi away from his chest. the boy blinks, slightly disoriented and still somewhat drowsy as toji helps him stand upright so that he can walk to your side. he picks up one of the dog plushies off the floor, trying and failing to stifle a yawn with his small fist. you smile, using a hand to ruffle the inky mess of dark spikes on his head.
“do you want to say goodnight to your dad first?”
the three year old nods sleepily, shuffling his way back to toji and slowly extending his arms in a tiny, almost shy attempt at a hug. toji smiles, pulling him in tight as your son winces, lip pushed out and brows furrowed as he tries to push toji away. his attempts are pointless, however, as he gets pulled in so that toji can press a kiss to his cheek. megumi shudders at the sensation of the scarred flesh against his face before immediately pulling away, brows furrowed as he shakes his head in disgust and wipes his face with his sleeve.
toji’s face immediately falls, his hand stilling on megumi’s back.
“what was that for?” the teasing tone is evidence in his voice as he tightens his grip on megumi, pressing two more firm kisses to the boy’s face in quick succession. he laughs roughly at the way megumi grumbles, the child’s cheeks puffed out and tiny hands outstretched, trying once more to distance himself.
you watch the scene unfold, toji’s scarred lip curling into a broad grin as he ruffles the boy’s hair. his arms are wrapped firmly around your poor son who continues to struggle, attempting to rid himself of the tight grasp, eyes screwed shut and trying to turn his face away.
another few kisses are pressed to his cheek and then his forehead in turn, with megumi huffing loudly and sticking his tongue out in disgust before finally breaking free of toji’s grip. as soon as he’s escaped, he rushes to hide behind your legs, trying to rub the kisses off his face with one of his oversized pj sleeves. his messy hair is somehow even more tousled from toji’s playful teasing and hair ruffles, his chest heaving dramatically with the exertion of getting out of toji’s grasp.
you pick megumi up before turning to look down at your husband, still sat on the floor with his smug grin.
“stop that, toji. leave him alone!” your husband grins up at you, shrugging playfully as you roll your eyes, turning your head to megumi. he’s gone silent now, perceptive gaze flickering between you and toji as though trying to gauge whose side you’re really on. you speak softly, voice hushed as though to reassure him.
“okay, let’s go upstairs and pick out your bedtime story gumi.”
you feel megumi cautiously twist in your arms so that he can face his father once more, wordlessly lifting a hand to offer a half-wave goodnight, eyes still slightly widened with a subtle sense of alertness, undoubtedly thanks to toji’s attack.
smiling at the sweet gesture, you turn to make your way up the stairs to megumi’s room with him in your hands, but not without catching toji’s playful response from the living room. his voice is softer, the usual roughness subdued into subtle tenderness.
“yeah, yeah. night, brat.”
author’s notes:
this is for the anon who requested more dad!toji, i really hope you like this!! the concept had been on my mind for a little while so i was excited to get round to writing it ahh!
i’m a firm believer that toji would 100% be a ragebaiter as a dad, him + grumpy/quiet megumi make such a funny duo i really love them🥹
taglist (thank you!!!): @mayegasm @nonchalantfiend @kissthesword @mochiakun @rielovesphel @yujismissingfingers @megumigooner @vanillaascented @megumisrighttoe @catgvrl @dreamydaredevil @stqrgumi @mariisagb @renrenrenren17
divider creds @/dividers-are-us and @/cursed-carmine!
[ SUM ] - club owner!toji teaching his short-tempered waitress that she’s his favorite. (possessive reader x a manipulative toji)
[ PAIRING ] - club owner!toji x waitress!reader
[ TAGS] — MDNI. 18+ ONLY. NSFW. piv. dubcon, age-gap (39 + 20s), spit kink, dacriphilia, slight breeding, boss x employer, pet names, riding, spanking, sloppy oral m!receiving, cockdrunk, exhibitionism, kinda manipulative toji, reader has a short temper, possessive/needy reader. wc: 6.2k
[ A/N ]- ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ i neeeeeed him badddd
“yeah, doesn’t it feel good?” toji coos, eyes heavy as he continues to rub your clit over your drenched panties.
you have to stifle a moan with the back of your hand as you nod, “mm,” you squeak out. especially when you’re propped up on his desk, legs spread open and skirt pushed up to your waist as he sits reclined in his chair, bulge obvious against his pants.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his eyes flick up to your flushed face and the nervous tears that swim in your lidded eyes. “I’m not gonna be mad.”
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
fuck me.
the immediate heat that swarmed your body at your own words had the older man clenching his jaw tight to control himself. and maybe he was being manipulative. maybe he didn’t need to tell you that the other waitress that sucked him off a month ago wasn’t his favorite, but he only needed the relief after the argument you had with her that got him riled up.
you also didn’t need to know that he’s already fired her and she’s not actually on a leave of absence because of a family emergency these past weeks.
you also didn’t need to know how much he’s been yearning for you ever since he’s hired you around seven months ago. especially when you’d follow him around the first month as you were learning. just a college student working part time here, but you cared so deeply about his opinion and doing a good job. and it wasn’t hard to find out that you liked the praise.
so maybe when you walked in on the older waitress that you despised sucking your boss’s cock, it made your blood boil like no other and the immediate thought that you weren’t mr. toji’s favorite had you seething and breaking internally. and he caught onto that quick.
so when you asked for a meeting to talk about your performance report for this month, he immediately responded and that’s how you ended up sitting in the chair in front of him asking if you’d done anything wrong.
“now why would you think that?” toji softly asks. you bite your cheek trying to stop these embarrassing tears from falling. you’ve never cried over anything this small, you definitely weren’t sensitive, and it wasn’t like he was going to fire you. but the fact that he was treating others differently…it made your mind go haywire.
“c’mere,” he lifts his palm out for you to come too. moving around the desk you take his hand, cheeks warming as you feel his rough palm close around yours as he looks up at you. “you’re doing an excellent job.”
“but—“
you stop yourself, biting your cheek.
that’s when he decides to stand up, his free hand gently cupping your cheeks, thumb softly caressing you as he leans forward. you can feel your heart hammering against your chest the closer he gets until you feel his lips press a kiss to your forehead. that’s it? you feel your hand unconsciously grab onto his shirt, and if he wasn’t doing his damn fucking hardest not to lose it, well shit. instead his lips move downward.
kissing your temple.
then your cheek.
then the corner of your mouth.
“mr. toji,” you softly plead, unsure of what you’re even asking, and that’s when he gives you a gentle kiss to your lips. your fist tightens around his shirt as you lean up chasing his lips once he pulls away.
his emerald eyes glance between yours noticing the mix of anxiety, confusion, and need in your gaze.
he gently guides your hips back until your thighs knock against his desk. and you barely have time to register what’s happened because he’s already lifted you up on the surface, his hand guiding your own to his chest as he leans forward. his face inches from yours as you glance between his hooded eyes. his expression only made your heart race even more, he wasn’t angry, right?
“you’ve been more squeamish around me this week. did something happen?”
his question only had your blood boiling remembering the events of last week, and luckily for toji, you were too fucking easy to read with that bored and angry expression that flashed across your adorable features, immediately side eyeing the memory.
“hey,” his firm commad had you glancing back at him.
“I saw you,” you start, licking your teeth. “and Ruby, last friday.” your eyes narrow with frustration. “why did you do that with her?”
toji has to bite his cheek to surpress his smirk, because this is the first time you’ve ever given him attitude. yes, he’s seen you be rude as fuck to customers and people that have hit on you, and he’s had to step in multiple times before you threw a bottle at a customer. but still, even with all that, when it came to him, you were a fucking angel. too good for your own good that it was like a completely different person. he knew you adored him.
“why did i do what?” he pushes. maybe, he wants to see you angry. see you frown at him.
he notices your jaw clench momentarily. your fingers caressing the hairs on his forearm as you meet his eye. “do i have to say it?”
he smiles. “indulge me.”
you inhale sharply before exhaling slowly, clearly he’s getting under your skin by playing dumb. but still, you bite. “why did you let that bitch suck your dick?”
toji’s dimples press in as he holds back his smile again, his heat slowly disappears as he walks a step back to plop down on his chair. you frown even more at the silence that follows as you sit up to look down at him. the way you cock your head to the side in annoyance only seems to egg toji further, but unlike you, he can practice a bit of patience.
“well?” you snap.
“well what?”
“well, why did you do it? she’s a horrible manager, and she’s a fucking bitch, and-and yeah.”
“and yeah?” toji is beyond amused at the embarrassment that floods over your face. but not at all surprised that you hold your ground. and he has to reward you for that at least. he rolls his chair a bit closer, lifting your foot on his knee, hand gently caressing your ankle.
“do you let anyone suck you off then?” you’re not amused, not even when his calloused hands are caressing up your bare calves.
and that’s when he decides to bite. “just my favorites.”
he feels you tense in seconds. and he would feel bad if he didn’t meet your stern, but hurt expression. and it almost felt like he dropped a precious jewel and watched it shatter when you glance away.
“so I’m not your favorite?”
fhuck.
he inhales. you’re killing him. actively twisting the knife because he just couldn’t stop his twisted smile.
“you just started workin’ here. and you’re only part time, kid. I’ve got a lot of good girls workin’ just as hard as ya,” oh how easy it was for him to lie. as if any of his other waitresses could even come close to you.
you bite down on your jaw again. this was frustrating. too frustrating. the uncertainty that swam inside you, the hurt that you wished was behind you. it all became too overwhelming. the emotions you’ve never experienced before was terrifying and something you’d rather run away from now.
“mr. toji?”
“yes?”
“i wanna quit.”
woah, what?! toji blinks, of all the things he was expecting to hear, this was definitely not one of his calculations. “hold on.”
“I hate working here.” oh….a tantrum. “i hate that you let that bitch suck you off. and I fucking hate how it makes me feel now,” you ramble, no tears in sight, just pure confusion and frustration. you were slightly out of breath as you continue on. “I don’t want to ruin your club, but I don’t think I can—I can’t be here….” you pause, “I can’t work here and….not be your favorite.”
well fuck me, toji thinks. yeah, he knew how you were with being praised, but fucking hell, you definitely have some needy validation kink or you’ll spiral. exhibit A. but only for him.
luckily for him, this just made it even better. he stands up, letting his hand rest on your thigh as he moves between your legs. tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. “let’s take a breath,” his voice was low and firm. his hand gently caressing your thigh, unbothered by how your skirt was riding up. he leans down to kiss the spot right below your ear. “you’re gonna throw a tantrum the second you don’t get what you want?”
your hand grips his bicep, almost bruising if it was anyone but him. “it’s not fair.”
“what’s not fair?” his words were clipped, harsh, but his lips continued to kiss your neck as you squirm, feeling him suck your skin. “tell me.”
“it’s not fair that I’m treated differently,” you tug on his sleeve, angry, even when he lifts his head to meet your eyes. your breath catches. you’ve never seen this expression on him. he looks angry. you frown even more, adorable brows pushing together even when he grabs your face.
he can feel the ache between his legs, the uncomfortable stretch in his pants. the urge to just give you what you want, those fucking eyes. and yet, he composes himself. he wants to drag it.
his eyes glance at your glossy wet lips, and he has to stop himself by putting his thumb against your lips instead. “open.”
you do.
and he forces his thumb in. you grip his forearm, and he forces himself forward, pressing his thumb down on your tongue as your eyes fill up too quickly. you hate how stupid you feel, but feeling not only his eyes on you, but every bit of his attention on you, it was beyond exhilarating.
enough that when he sat back down on his chair, you weren’t upset. or when he rolled forward, rough palm caressing your thighs before he lifted your legs up to prop them on his spread legs so he can lean in and kiss your knees. even as your chest rose and fell, you held yourself up, letting him put your feet on the edge of his desk and spread your legs apart completely.
hell, you fucking loved it, the attention, and he knew.
“cute,” he comments, eyes dark as he looks at your panties and your cute wet mound sticking to the material. his thumb stroking your inner thigh. “you still mad at me?”
his question had you slightly irritated. your eyes deciding that the wall in the corner was far more entertaining.
“really, doll?” he tsks, hand grabbing the inside of your thigh, hand so close to your core you sucked in sharply, preventing a gasp. “I’m givin’ ya special treatment right now,” he continues sliding his hand until his thumb pressed right against your clit.
your back immediately arched and the hand holding yourself up curled into a fist behind you. his eyes widen just a fraction, you were far more sensitive then he’d thought.
the heat curled up the back of his neck at the thought of your innocence. was he corrupting you right now? he bites back a groan, watching you grapple with your emotions, scanning your tense features. lets see how long it’ll take till you break.
he continued massaging circles over your panties, it didn’t even feel like any friction because of how wet and see through they’ve gotten, but you were definitely cracking, especially with his unapologetic and uncalled for comments. “you’re just a kid getting upset that your boss is handling private business in his office.”
“you didn’t lock the door,” you huff, getting hurt the more he spoke about what happened.
“it’s my fuckin’ office. everyone respects that, well except for,” he pinches your clit making you gasp out a moan. eyes filling up faster.
“mister—angh toj…ah,” you’re leaning up, face flushed and eyes swarming with hurt.
“yes?”
you bite your cheek. a tear slipping down and it was almost too satisfying for the older man too see, if it wasn’t followed by the glimmer in your eyes slowly dying off.
“doesn’t it feel good?”
your lip trembles, but you nod. “mmm, yes.” you cover your face with the back of your hand looking away. and toji almost wants to stop.
“you can tell me to stop, y’know?” his words cut deeper than you’d like to admit. and you’re already shaking your head sputtering out your true thoughts, no matter how embarrassing it may sound.
“b-but,” you swallow your stutter, “you said I’m not…your favorite.”
toji blinks. his hand stopping as he stares at you. seriously, you’re still on that. your adorable doe eyes waver, maintaining eye contact with him, because that’s all you’ve always had over him. that look. the same one you’d give him when you refused to work a table with disgusting frat boys. or when you’d ask to leave a few minutes early so you could catch the train home. it was so easy for you to look at him and only him like that, that it was impossible to refuse.
the tears glimmer on your waterline, slowly sliding down your cheeks and it makes him crack.
he easily, flawlessly, hooks a finger and slides your panties to the side, leaning down, tongue sticking out as he licks a wet strip up your sweet pussy.
you gasp loudly, leaning back on your hands, whining as toji slurps up your arousal that had been collecting the second you walked in and that he purposefully caused. “toji,” you grab his shoulder, nails digging in, but he doesn’t stop. instead he wraps his arms around your thighs, shoving his face even deeper making you moan louder than ever.
“you’ve been playing me like a fucking fiddle,” he growls, biting down on your clit only for you to tug his hair, hard.
“i wasn’t—angh!” he bites down again. your pussy was practically pouring with arousal as he shoves his lips back in. he’s never tasted something so good in his life, the sweet syrupy taste of your juices had him moaning against you. fuck you were sweet everywhere. “toji, please,” your nails dig into the back of his neck, forcing him to continue eating you out. if he wanted too, he could pull away, easy. but having you force his head between your thighs had him yearning, grateful he doesn’t need to beg on his knees because he could’ve done so without hesitation if it meant he’d get to taste you.
your chest was rising. your cheeks were flushed as toji leaned back, almost growling when he pushed your legs wider to take a better look at that glistening pussy.
“you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he groans, rubbing his thumb through your arousal.
“what’re you—“
toji hums, opening you wider. “just looking,” he smiles, leaning down, eyes flicking up to meet your eyes as he spat down on your pussy like a pro, and dove right back in.
he didn’t stop. his tongue slid into your hole, and you literally felt your body rise of the desk for a second. “angh—you’re—inside—mmm fuck—“ you were a fucking moaner, and not in the porn typa of way. but in the adorable squeaks and gasps that have him rolling his eyes back in pleasure. he just wanted to drink everything up,
“close…so close mmh toji,” your moans, so airy and smooth, toji sucked your clit, tongue stroking the bundle of nerves edging you closer and closer until your hips were lifting up with his arms as you came. he almost lost his footing as he held your squirming body, tongue still moving against you.
“toji! s’ too much, anghh!” you cry, nails pulling his hair until it really began to hurt and pulse.
“fuck me, baby, that hurts,” he growls, holding your wrist as he looks up at you. and that’s when he notices how flustered you really were. your thighs trembled as they slid off his shoulders a bit and your chest was rising and falling.
you were fucking breath taking. fuck, you were looking at him with so much confusion he was close to moaning.
he slowly turned your wrist over, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your pulse before he it slowly came up. he stroked your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “you’re adorable,” his compliment almost felt demeaning. your eyes narrow and turn away, frowning.
“fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“means exactly what i said,” he grunts, turning your cheek so you’re looking at him. “you want my approval. is that gonna make you stay?”
you hate to admit it, but ya maybe. “whatever.”
“s’not whatever, i want you to stay. so tell me what you want,” he’s caressing your cheeks again. his presence was overwhelming as he towered over you. “I’ll give you this one even if you’re acting like a fuckin’ spoiled ass brat.” you frown even more, but he continues. genuine, eyes holding no alter motive when he says, “anything you want, pretty girl, cmon’ i know you liked being spoiled.” he tsks.
your eyes seem to light up, “anything?”
he traces your jaw, humming with a nod.
“strip.”
toji blinks, really? but looking at your face, even you’re blushing furiously, but still nodding.
“in here?” he clarifies. you nod. “you’re fuckin kinky.” he chuckles but begins with the first button of his dress shirt until he’s shrugging the material off revealing his wide sculpted chest. he definitely couldn’t be real. his arms were huge, muscle everywhere as you blushed at the sight of his naked torso, and you blew a fuse when yiur gaze traveled down the expanse of his chest to his dark happy trail. it made you even more excited when he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants.
“stop,” you command as the last item on is his boxers. His muscular thighs only framing the large bulge that’s pressing hard against his thigh. toji can’t contain his smile at your ogling, not even when you slide off the desk and step down to kneel in front of him pushing him to sit back in his chair. “can i?”
“it’s your game,” he smirks.
your small hand starts to palm his cock, as you lean in, kissing his covered tip. the choked grunt your boss lets out only spurs you on as you suck through the material of his boxers. the long work day still stuck to his skin as your eyes fluttered shut as his scent filled your nose making you drip even more.
toji bites back a groan at the sight, “dirty girl,” he watches.
you don’t respond, too busy nosing his cock. you definitely were no ruby, but seeing your less experienced self explore and worship him was worth so much more. especially when he lifts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers down his thighs, blushing furiously when the real thing bobs in front of you. your pupils dilate at the sight. ten inches, heavy as it hovers between his muscular thighs. his happy trail is dark and leads to a well trimmed base of dark black hair that makes you flush. his musk was strong.
you lean forward, pressing your lips against his tip taking a lick, then another, you lick your hand and spit on his cock, eyes large as you wrap your palm around him and pull the skin back seeing his engorged tip come out. fuck me.
toji bites back a pathetic moan as he watches silent.
if only he knew all his cute little waitress wanted was to see his big fat dick.
“it’s so big,” you mutter to yourself, as you lick up over and over like it’s some damn popsicle. and toji lets out a low sigh deep inside his chest. his hips rising spreading his legs further for you, hand gently caressing your head.
“take me inside your mouth,” his quiet command had your doe eyes fluttering up at him for more instructions. all dolled up, with runny mascara from your tears, and flushed cheeks from your previous orgasm. he needed to take picture and make it his lockscreen. “open wide, like a big girl—yes, mmm just like that—“ toji groans watching you suck his fat tip into your mouth, tongue circling his slit.
he gently guides you down. “you can take sum’ore, nghh—“
his hand pushes his loose strands back, biting his cheek to prevent the noises threatening to come out.
but fuck, he swears watching you slobber all over his dick as you bob your head at your own pace. the lewd squelching of your mouth sucking him was cussing his stomach to tighten, abs flexing when your hand begins to wander to his inner thigh.
your cute face was covered in drool, lashes kissing your flushed cheeks as they remained closed when you took him just a bit deeper. your throat tightening on instinct, “christ—“ toji grunts low and rough, thighs spreading even more, fingers lacing through your hair. “you just wanted to suck my dick, mmm ‘s that it?”
you hum pathetically loud around him, making his jaw clench.
“look up at me, baby, let me see you,” he gently gives your hair a little tug making you whine, slowly coming off his cock, tongue hanging out like a little slut as you catch your breath. your small hand is remains wrapped tightly around his base lazily rubbing his giant member across your tongue. unable to part with it even for a breath.
“hah, y’know,” toji licks his lips, chiseled chest rising with each breath as he takes in this sight. his cock twitches, pre-cum oozing out and easily swiped away by your greedy tongue.
you hum, glossy eyes doting up at him as your lashes flutter like a seductress.
his expression is pinched, thighs flexing as he keeps your head still so you were only giving him cute kitten licks, controlling himself. “ya should’ve told me sooner that you just wanted this.”
you pout up at him, kissing down the side is his cock, holding it against your sticky cheek unbothered by the mess. he exhales sharply, an airy laugh escaping him.
“what?”
you frown, sucking and licking at his base, then slowly dragging your tongue back up.
“fuck,” his back arches, barely, head thrown back as he grips your hair.
“i thought…i just…i didn’t want you to hate me,” you finally respond, adorably glancing up at him like you weren’t smothering his cock like it was popsicle. you peck his oozing tip, over and over, before swallowing him again. you whine around him, eyes teary as you stare up at your boss.
“shit, you fuckin’ brat,” his abs tense even more as you pick up the pace, gagging occasionally, but still stroking his base at the same speed. his eyes struggle to stay open, the pleasure making his mind foggy as you choke more of his cock into your tight hot mouth.
“f-fuck,” toji stammered, jaw loosening as his abs flex. the sound alone has you choking a bit as a moan leaves your throat. he doesn’t mean too tug your head, a low grunt escaping from deep in his chest when you start whining.
his heavy eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull. “good fuckin—fhuh-ck“ his cheeks were stinging, too stubborn to admit how this is probably the best fucking head he’s gotten in years. and it’s simply because it’s you.
his sweet sweet waitress with the biggest attitude and so quick to throw something at customers, having you desperately gagging on his cock as tears stream down your cheeks with determination. fuck he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock—
“ya like having your throat stuffed? eh, was this all you wanted,” he bites his lip, slowly thrusting his hips into your mouth, you gag even more but remain determined, whining around him barely as you grip his thighs.
his chest was covered with a layer of sweat, his darkened green gaze bore into in the lewd sight.
another moan threatened to slip past his lips, he covered it with his hand, his other hand pressing a palm against your forehead, brushing your sweat with his thumb.
you pull off, gasping for air, but immediately latch onto him, his hips jerk in surprise, you weren’t giving him a second to rest. your tongue swiped against that one vein that sent immediate jerks throughout his body.
“fuck—watch it,” he grunts hoarsely.
your eyes are so big and glossy as you notice the shift in his expression. his cheeks flushed as he tries to control your head. but you want it. you want to taste him in your mouth, the victory of making your boss cum would quench your infinite desire to please him.
toji swears under his breath as a loud grunt leaves him when you swipe your tongue over the vein again and again, your cheeks hallow. “what’d I fuckin’ say you brat,” his hips stutter, cheeks flooding pink when you bat your pretty thick lashes at him.
he’s so fucked.
once again, your tongue swipes against the sensitive vein, but lucky for him, you come off to breathe. your cheeks flushed, mouth open and panting as sticky strings of spit and cum connect your bottom lip to his drooling tip.
toji huffs, partially frustrated and partially surprised, until a deep groan comes out from deep in his chest that sends shiver down your spine and cheeks flushing because you decide to wrap your both of pretty little hands around his cock and start jerking him off.
“fuck!—hold on—“ toji chokes, his once laid back position has moved to a better seated posture, with his hand gripping your wrist, mentally deciding whether he should pull it off and stop you, or if he’s really enjoying this.
you pout at him like you’re the most innocent little thing, and not like you’re unraveling his entire existence this very second.
you continue jerking his twitching cock, his jaw tenses, thumb rubbing your wrist. his neck was completely visible as it strained with pressure. the sweat that beaded his chest had your pupils dilating at the sight. why was your boss so fucking hot?
and so your lips returned to his fat tip, it was definitely an addiction. like a baby to a pacifier. sucking his tip was so gratifying. you whine, hand sliding down to play with your boss’s giant cum filled balls.
toji lost control the second he allowed you to get on your knees. he was letting you do as you please and he was desperately trying to control his orgasm, if that’s possible with the way you’re licking that vein.
“fuckin’ christ—baby haah!”
he hunches forward, abs fully tensing as he grips your hair and spasms in your mouth.
his groans and grunts had your thighs clenching tight. once you tasted the first spurts of his thick cum hitting the back of your throat, you felt something hot flush through your veins.
“shiit—“ toji pulls you off his cock, holding his base with a tight grip, jaw tight, keeping his tip on your flat tongue. “this what you wanted—mmm shit—“ he grunts, slightly rolling his hips up into his hand, letting his chubby cock clench up and spurt more ropes of cum on your tongue and face.
you blink, lashes fluttering like a princess as your boss bites back another grunt as he covers your face in cum.
“fuck,” his slow exhale is met with his cock tapping your tongue, smearing his cum across your glossy lips. “you—“ he chokes, cheeks unbelievably flushed when you lick his tip and suck the remnants of his cum. “baby.”
his calloused hand stops your actions, grabbing tissues on the side as he affectionately holds your face and cleans his cum off.
you remain still. pretty lashes closed until he finishes. his thumb caressing your cheek, then your glossy lips, and nothing else was stopping him from tilting your head up, and when your eyes blinked open, his lips crashed against yours.
a gasp slips out, but easily turns into a whimper as he deepens the kiss. it felt like second nature, his tongue desperate as you meet him. rising up, you easily climb onto his lap. arms locking around his neck, kissing him with every fiber of your being.
“fucking’ tease,” he mutters between kisses, tracing the seam of your lips with his tongue.
your lips curl, earning a chuckle from the older man, his hands gripping your ass as he had you rock against his chubby cock.
he easily slid between your folds, grinding you back and forth. his tongue playing with yours, eyes half lidded as he watched your expression. “yeah, you like that?”
you hum, exhaling against his kiss, “yeah.” your tease sends a wave of heat through his body, his grip on your ass almost painful as he grabs his cock. his lips find yours again, humming in delight, slapping his hard cock against your ass, spreading your juices around.
“you gonna take it like one of my girls,” he exhales, calloused palm holding your ass apart as he feels the heat from your pussy.
however you pull away from his lips, warm breath fanning against his face as your chest heaves lightly. he bites back a groan, pressing himself against your ass again, watching your gaze narrow at him.
“only girl.”
he snorts. not mockingly, but in teasing agreement.
“only girl, eh?”
you nod. eyes studying his reaction as you cup his jaw, fingers digging in as you stare him down. he doesn’t break eye contact, his tongue running across his lips, touching his scar as he swallows a groan.
“just me,” your voice is lower, stern. like you can tell him what to do.
he hums, lifting your ass up, and your body following suite, lining his cock against your tight hole. your lips hover over his, small breath escaping as he keeps his eyes locked on you.
“you telling me what to do?” his question was teasing, but the way he was staring you down was definitely a test. at least in your little brain. you hum, whining just a bit when he pushes his tip through your tight opening. your walls immediately stretching as your nails dig into his nape. “is that what’s happenin’ here?”
you choke, eyes fluttering, jaw momentarily slack as he rocks you on his tip.
“you forgot how to speak, baby? you wanna be a big girl?” his jaw tenses when your tight cunt squeezes him. “shiit—“ his grip tightens on your ass as you still hold his jaw, head pressed against his. eyes shut. “tight fuckin’ cunt,” he loosens his grip on your ass and brings a hand cracking down.
“angh!” your loud yelp has him grunting as he pushes more in, your lips press against his again. “it’s wait—haah-“ you choke against his lips as he tries to kiss you. but your breaking off into moans, unable to keep up with the unbelievable stretch. in this delirious state, you don’t realize he’s opened up your work shirt, revealing your breasts. “fuck I miss those bras that would unclasp from the front,” he mutters as he kisses the tops of your breasts. his fingers easily sliding up your spine sending shiver down your spine as he flicks over the clasp watching your bra slip down.
your fingers tangle in his hair as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. he moans around you, squeezing your ass with both hands. your eyes flutter shut, body heating up before he’s suddenly lifting you up, so just hit tip remained inside your right walls.
“deep breath, baby,” he huffs, biting his jaw as your eyes glance down at him.
“what’re you—“ the sentence immediately dies on your tongue, as he slams you down on his cock, thrusting up at the same time, making sure all ten fat inches of him are stuffed inside you.
“fuck—there we go,” toji exhales, groaning when you clench and shake over him. “you okay, baby?” he soothes a hand down your spine, your face buried in his shoulder, shaking. “baby?”
you hum, choking slightly as you hug him tighter.
he massages your ass gently rocking you. “ya haveta talk to me, pretty girl—shit,” he tenses underneath you when your wall clench his fat length. you whimper again, feeling your boss’s cock twitching inside you.
“it hurts,” you whine, luckily he hears your small voice. his lips turn to kiss your temple as you hold him tighter.
“it’s big that’s why. but it’ll feel much better in a few minutes, don’t you feel full?” he coos, speaking so gently you’d almost guess he didn’t have his monstrous cock stuffing your little hole full.
you hum, wiggling in discomfort. toji hums, lifting your ass, biceps flexing as he spread his legs, and he drops you back down. “fuckk,” his groans sends a new wave of heat down to your core.
it took a few more thrusts, until you were rocking down, humming as you continued riding him. “haah yeah, jus’ like that baby,” his praises easily fueled your confidence.
you moaned, bouncing with his help, your ass clapping down against his legs as he continued helping your movements. your lips find his again in a messy kiss.
“hmm angh more—“ you whine, growing dumber as his palms dig into the flesh of your ass, his own cheeks flushed red as you drool into his mouth, the squelching of your pussy sucking him back in with every thrust.
“more?” he snorts, but nonetheless, spreads your ass before he starts thrusting up at an unrelenting pace.
“nmah hah t’ji! Angh!”
your pitched moans immediately sent toji into a frenzy. if you couldn’t get even more breathtaking, his teeth sink into your neck as you whine, nails digging into his nape and shoulder.
“fuck—tight fuckin’ cunt sucking me to—shiit“ toji grunts out more curses as he licks over the deep bite mark on your neck.
your mixed cum is webbed between your plush thighs, as he thrusts harder, and you can’t help leaning to his lips again whining his name like a prayer until he meets your kisses.
too caught up in the moment, toji missed the repeated knocks on his office, until one of the bar tenders opened the door, the loud music from the club downstairs filling in the room. and the sight of the short tempered waitress crying and whining as she rode the boss’s fat cock left him frozen in his tracks.
toji immediately sensed the door, eyes sharp and unforgiving as he met the poor man’s gaze. he kept his rhythm not wanting you to notice and freak out.
“angh toji—pleas—so big—fhuck—“ you moan, unbeknownst to you, your boss is flipping off the man at the door, and mouthing ‘get the fuck out’. because in seconds the man disappears and toji is back to a quicker pace.
“so good—ji—“ your eyes are glossed over, lips smeared with salvia as he slaps your ass again.
“gun’nu cum, baby? haah feel ya tighten on me, cmon—“ his grunts are starting to waver, a layer of sweat shining across his forehead as you whine louder, eyes filling with more tears as you kiss him.
“gun cum—fhuck—i—“ your lips form an o, as you feel your body loose strength and the build up deep in your core. the stimulation of your clit rubbing against his hairy pubes had your eyes rolling back as tears slipped down the flush of your cheeks.
“yeah, haha cumming’ pretty girl, my favorite girl,” his continuous praising had your orgasm crashing over you. legs shaking as he slaps your ass again, thrusts relentless. edging himself closer to his orgasm as you shake and hug him tighter, face pressed against his shoulder as you cry. “aww baby —“ he grits, breathless as he feels his core tighten getting so close as the lewd squelching filled the room. “my baby, look at me—wanna see your pretty face when I cum.”
your small body is shaking, before you lift your face, orbs glossy and face wet with tears as you pant, lips hovering over his, face so close to his, he was ready to bust right there, but instead you decided to kiss him again, absolutely fucked dumb. rocking back into each thrust even as it sent your body shivering with overstimulation.
“mine,” you kiss him, desperate. he hums as you continue whining, much softer and needier than before. “cum—please—fuck your cum in me t’ji—haah okay, okay?”
“shit,” a throaty groan escapes his lips at your words. “ya’ can’t fuckin—“
“please please,” you cry, sniffling with a moan, “i love you, I love yo—angh!” the sharp thrust immediately knocks the wind out of you and you feel the loud rumble underneath as toji groans. the deep groan rocks your core as you feel the hot sensation fill you up.
toji’s head is thrown back, hips locked up, chest heaving as another animalistic groan comes out along with another heavy spurt of cum.
you whimper, face pressed into his shoulder, hugging him tightly as he lifts your hips again, just for another wave of cum to crawl up and spurt inside you. you whine lowly, feeling so full as toji exhales sharply, before he moves to pull your ass up, his softening cock slipping out along with the cum that oozes out in fat messy globs.
toji shivers holding his cock as he smears his cum again and then slowly pushes in. fuck you’re so warm.
“baby?” toji sighs out, hand caressing your back.
you hum gently.
he nudges you softly, but you remain still, hugging him tighter, just like a spoiled little girl. toji exhales, head tilted back in the chair, arms wrapping around you as he appeals to your post-sex nerves.
“I’m your favorite,” you mutter it like a command instead of a question.
toji hums.
“just me,” you say it firmly, arms tightening.
“just you,” he gently caresses the back of your head, petting you.
“i don’t wanna quit,” you confess.
toji holds back a chuckle as he smiles, “yeah, i know.”
“so I’m gonna stay,” your voice is slightly hesitant.
“is that a question?”
you finally peel your face from his shoulder. sitting up, looking down at him as he smirks. hand brushing your side.
“you promise it’s me. I’m your favorite,” you wipe some tears with the back of your hand as you glare at your boss.
his gaze flicks between yours, because he regrets it. not fucking you now. no, that was the best fucking thing he’s done in a long time. and he’s almost sure you were a virgin too, which made him have another feeling swell inside him. but what he regrets was making you feel this uneasiness.
he should’ve kept it in his pants and not let ruby suck him off, because now his precious girl was convincing herself to trust him.
he knows he’s disgusting. he knows you’re much better than him in every way. but he still leans up, kissing your hand then your lips, soft…sweet and whispers.
“you’re my favorite. that won’t change. I promise,” he waits for your eyes to find the truth written on his face, and feels a weight gently lift off his shoulders when you pout adorably, bringing a pinkie up. and he takes your pinkie shaking it with his.
to say that toji kept his word was an understatement. everybody knew that you were dating the boss. not only because unbeknownst to you, that bar tender told everyone how he caught you both fucking in the office, but also because of the possessiveness expressed on your end towards your older boyfriend.
you were always latched onto him. glaring at anyone that starred too hard, or tried to speak to him unprofessionally. it was cute having a cute little kitty thinking she’s a bulldog barking at everyone, but only seemed to draw the opposite affect on him, as he’d come up to you grabbing the bottle you were ready to throw at some man that tried to pick a fight with your boyfriend.
“there there, i got it, baby,” he’d calmly speak into your ear with a chuckle. your nostrils flaring as you hum in agreement, loosening your grip on the bottle and watching with arms crossed as your boyfriend handled it swiftly.
