You were careful when you first started dating Toji. You always wore your best underwear around him, always made sure you saw him on hair wash day 1 or 2, at most. You avoided staying overnight around his apartment when you were on your period and sprayed at least half of bottle of perfume on your clothes before you met with him.
However, it seemed that Toji could not care less. You’d excuse yourself to the bathroom with a pair of synchronised footsteps behind you. Without a knock, he’d open the bathroom door and stand in there while you were peeing. He’d unashamedly stare too, as if you were eating food and not taking a piss.
Or you’d drop something off at his apartment after an intense gym session, gym-wear sticking to your skin and cheeks still red. But then, he’d drag you in, push you down onto his bed and push his face in between your thighs. You’d squeal, try and kick at him to move because you knew you hadn’t had a shower yet.
“Come on, doll. Let me love my girlfriend.” Then he’d press his nose into your crotch and deeply inhale.
“Toji!” You scream. “You are such a freak!”
“Ouch, ma. That hurts.”
“Well it’s true.”
You let him eat you out anyway. You can’t say no to those devilish eyes and handsome smirk.
Sadly, you can’t say no to anything that Toji wants. You let him steal your dirty underwear, you let him sit in the bathroom with you whilst your bent over on the toilet seat with period cramps.
And he loves it.
He fights back a grin whenever you let him join you in the shower (after insistent begging), knowing you’ll let him wash your hair even if it’s greasy (because he begs you even more).
He gets a boner whenever you stretch your feet over his lap and silently command him to give you a foot massage, or when you let him eat you out on your period.
He may have been a bit weird; but it was clear he loved you through his freakish ways.
Toji’s got you bouncing on his cock in his car. No tinted windows. No privacy. Just raw-dogging it.
He’s been fucking into you for about almost an hour now, his stupid fat cock rubbing against your insides, making you see stars.
"T-toji, I'm feeling weird," you stutter out.
“Hm?” Is all Toji says before he takes your clit between his fingers and starts rubbing it.
You let out something between a sob and a moan as he does so.
“Toji! I really can’t—something weird's happening, please—" Your body tenses up and you start rapidly shaking.
Toji continues to fuck you once more until you spray your juices all over him.
Toji moans at the sight. “Fuck.” Is all he says before pulling you into a messy kiss. Toji does one more mean thrust into you before spilling his hot, warm seed inside you.
After a while he pulls out of you. A second later he realizes that you completely soaked his seats.
toji doesnt let anything bad in life stain his sweet girl ♡
new series!! rough toji x shy&sweet!reader
one thing about toji is that no matter how rough the edges of his life are, he keeps every last one of them away from you.
youre too sweet for it, too soft, all warm smiles and gentle hands and that way you look at him like theres nothing ugly in the world, let alone in him, and he cant stand the thought of any of his habits brushing up against you.
when hes outside with a cigarette between his fingers and you come padding over in those soft little house clothes, he notices before you even reach him, turning his wrist so the ember faces away from you, already stepping back.
"…nah, stay there," he mutters, voice low.
you still come closer, smiling up at him, and he exhales the smoke away from your face, chin tipped toward the dark yard instead of you.
"aint for you," he says, quieter this time, like its obvious. like sweet girls like you arent supposed to smell like smoke. his free hand still finds your waist, though, pulling you into his side while he keeps the cigarette held far back behind him.
you sigh into him, and he presses a small, sweet kiss on your hairline.
and its the same with his temper.
his gruff voice, the hard stare, the clipped replies, but the second you wander into the room all soft and sleepy, asking him something in that sweet voice of yours, it changes.
youll hear him cursing under his breath at something that pissed him off, jaw tight, shoulders tense, and the second you peek your head around the doorway, he goes quiet.
his eyes land on you and his whole expression shifts.
"...what d'you need," he mutters, still rough, but softer for you.
even with the people he keeps around, hes careful. if someone talks too loud, too crude, too rough when youre nearby, hes already looking at them before you even notice.
that slow, flat stare, the one that says enough.
because as far as hes concerned, you stay sweet, and nothing mean in this world gets to stain that if he can help it.
in which the men turn to the AITA subreddit for opinions on their relationship disputes. the comments aren't always the most...supportive
warnings: just fluff and crack, some cursing, some sexual language, prob not the most accurate depiction of reddit (I am not familiar with the platform so I did my best lol), non curse au mostly, NOT PROOFREAD (this was a pain to edit you don't even know so I don't want to hear it)
featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna
cw: 18+ mdni, smut but fluff, slight overstím, check in, squirting, d/ş dynamics
And I mean fuck, how many times had you cum on Toji’s cock already— you were fucking drooling, tears prickling your eyes and that tight knot feeling starting to build in your stomach again. But it was different, way too different that you could feel the electricity hitting your brain, the way your breast bounced everytime you plopped back down Tojis aching length, stars in your eyes—
You hopped up on your feet in one swift motion and a moan, falling to your knees because of your wobbling legs. And you can hear the silence in the room as Toji stares at you in slight shock, blinking while staring at you who’s on the floor trying to take small and quiet breaths. Then a snort comes out, covering his mouth as the low rumble of laughter starts bellowing from his stomach.
You sniffle, “Don’t- don’t laugh Toji.”
But the ends of his canines are already showing, eyes crinkling together, “ ‘M not, ‘m not, swear mama,” he gently grabs your wrist, helping you off the floor and laying you on the bed. He tilts his head to the side, observing, taking you in, sweat making your skin glisten in the warm light of the lamp close by, curls every which way, “You alright? Need some water?”
But he’s already decided for you, drinking some front he spare bottle himself then feeding it to you. You take deep breaths, eyes still glossy, bottom lip wobbling. Toji so gentle with you, course he is, been rough with you all night, you deserve to be loved on sweetly. He gets between your thighs, letting his rough hands glide down your flesh, “Talk t’me doll, what’s wrong, huh? Gotta talk t’me or I won’t know.”
It only makes you embarrassed, heat burning through you while you find somewhere else to look, other than his eyes. “‘S stupid.” You say in a hushed voice.
“Then we’ll stop-“
“-No toji!” You whine out, gripping his forearm. He only sighs, hand caressing your cheek, “Then speak to me baby.”
You inhale a shaky breath, “Was just- just scared.”
“Scared?” He repeats, he searches your face now, brows knitting together, “scared ‘f me?”
You quickly shake your head, “No! No- just- felt good… but it was strange- I never felt like that before, so I-I got scared.”
Toji can’t even hide the damn smile on his face, you’re too cute for your own good. His right hand goes up to yout hip, the other tilting your head to look into his emerald green eyes. “Shit like that’s normal, nothin t’be afraid of baby. Especially when you’re with me. I’ll work that out.”
His cups your face, let’s the pad of his thumb rub the apple of your cheek over and over, “But you get scared like that again just use our safe word, what’s it’s there for. I’ll stop at the drop of a hat. Don’t have to run, okay? You’re the boss here.”
You nod in response, heart still pounding out of your chest. Toji lifts your hand, pressing it against his thunking heart, letting you know he feels the same as you. Worried, but here, in love with you. Then he lets you hand it trial down his toned abs, lower, to his dark happy trail, eyes flicking back up to you, “Wanna continue?”
“Yeah.” You shyly say, pretty brown eyes staring up at him.
“Good girl mama.”
He flips you over on your hands and knees with ease, kneading the globes of your ass while pulling you closer, “Gonna take it nice ‘nd slow yeah, don’t even gotta work for it like I’ve been makin you all night.”
You can feel it, the crown of his cock smack against your Pearl then through your swollen folds, rimming your gushing hole with his pre that makes you mewl, “mmh- Toji!”
“Desperate fuckin thing, even when I’ve been fucking you all night, still need more.” His breath hitches, sliding himself in your warmth with ease. His head lulls to the side at the way you clamp down on him, biting his lip while he peers down at how he filling your fat cunt, your mixed cum already sticking to his pubes. “Allll you gotta do is lay there ‘nd be pretty, I got you.”
You don’t even have the words to say anything, jaw slack as he starts to thrust himself inside you. Slow, but hard, squeeze your hip as he watches your ass clap, clap, clap again this pelvis. You keen so prettily, clawing the sheets, “O-oh- aangh- my gooood Toji!”
He’s picks up the pace, strokes mean and intentional, heavy and full balls slapping against your dripping cunt while he aims his head against your gooey sweet spots. He’s relentless, watching the way you twitch, your legs starting to shake, “Shit, so good f’me doll, take it so god damn well. Huh?”
You’re eyes shoot open, that feeling in your stomach building again, right, different, you don’t even realize how much your fucking chanting Toji’s name, reaching behind you for relief, but he only takes your hand, interlocking your fingers and holding you still, as your waist, fixing your fucking arch while he drills into you.
“Toj- Toji I can’t- fuck- I can’t! I can’t- ‘s nnngh-“
He scuffing, “Yeah you can, just means you’re gonna squirt.” Just as intended.
And his other hand comes around to your front, finding your pulsing little nub through the thick of juices, flicking it before rubbing those large circles with the pads of his fingers. Then faster small one, watching your hips buck, a heavy sob coming out of your mouth, “S too much Toji!”
“‘S okay, told you you could handle it, ‘nd you can. just feel it, hah- fuck- let it happen.”
He thrusts are hips into you are frantic, matching the exact way he runs your poor cunt before the knot in your stomach pops! Water squirting out of you while you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You’re fucking soaking the mattress, down Tojis thighs. The older man letting out a throaty groan, Adam’s apple bobbing as he throws his head back. Riding out your own high while his thick ropes of cum hit your gummy and spasming walls.
He pulls out, glops of his cum spilling out. The man can’t help but let out a disheveled chuckle, humming in delight.
“See that doll? Knew you had it in you.”
He gently rolls you out your back, coming down to hold you in his arms. You can feel his lips pecking up your shoulder, you’re still shaking, eyes nodded over. Your arms coming around his neck so he can hold you even closer. He squeezes you, nuzzling his face into your shoulder, “Such a good job f’me, perfect girl.”
But he can’t wait for the next time, only wondering how many times he can make you squirt before you pass out.
a/n: “omg Teddy you’re using this account!” Well yes! Im trying to get my normal ideas out here for once. Lmk what you guys think.
cheek kisses . toji x f!reader : toji never gives you kisses on your cheeks
"why do you always kiss my lips?" you asked toji softly. you were fixing your hair when he came in and stole a kiss from your lips.
"hm?" he hummed.
"why do you always kiss my lips?" you asked again, turning to face him.
toji blinked. he was confused. you never brought up any complaints before. did you not like his kisses?
"do you not like when i kiss your lips?" he asked hesitantly. his hands found your hands and he pulled you closer. "i can stop if you don't."
you shook your head. "its not that. its just i kind of want you to kiss my cheek sometimes or my forehead. you always just dive right for my lips."
toji sighed. "are you complaining?" his grip on your waist tightened slightly.
you shook your head quickly. you pulled him closer and looked at him with panic. "no! im not. i love your kisses, dont ever stop, please. forget i said anything."
toji laughed at your panicked state. he brought his hands to your cheeks and squished them together till your lips formed a pout.
he pressed his lips to your pout and then let go of your cheeks.
"and what do i get if i start kissing your cheeks?" he asked with a smirk on his lips.
you glared at him and punched his chest. "why do you always need something in return? can't a girl just want her boyfriend to kiss her cheek?"
toji smiled. "nope. i'll always kiss your lips. cheek kisses are for teenage boys. im a man, doll."
you rolled your eyes and pushed him away. if he wanted to play like that then you would too.
"fine, i'll just ask gojo-"
lips landed on your cheek instantly. toji's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him. he pressed kiss after kiss on your cheek before moving to the other one and doing the same thing.
a laugh escaped your lips and you pulled away from him.
"i thought cheek kisses were for teenage boys."
toji looked at you with feigned confusion. "who said that?"
૮꒰˶•༝ •˶꒱ა♡ Husband Toji! taking care of your pregnant self while you sleep!
You woke up briefly when a warm hand brushed against your shoulder.
“baby…”
His voice was rough with sleep.
You barely managed a confused noise before he carefully slid an arm beneath you and guided you onto your side.
You blinked. “What are you doing?”
“You were on your back again.”
“I’m comfortable.”
“I know.” He tucked a pillow behind you so you wouldn’t roll over immediately. “But i read that’s not how you’re supposed to sleep right now.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “You read one article”
“I read six.”
His hand settled over your hip for a second, making sure you stayed on your side before pulling the blanket back over you.
“Go back to sleep.”
A few minutes later, after he’d drifted off, you rolled onto your back again.
The next thing you knew, he was half-awake mumbling something unintelligible as he gently nudged you back onto your side without opening his eyes.
It had become a habit.
Every time he caught you sleeping on your back, he’d quietly reposition you, fluff your pillows, kiss your forehead, and fall asleep again like a man personally assigned to guard both you and the baby.
“toji, babe, you can’t just hold megumi like that.”
you had left your husband and one year old son alone to go to the kitchen and returned a minute later, only to find toji holding your child like he’s holding onto a grocery bag.
“why not? kid seems pretty happy ‘bout it.” toji shrugs nonchalantly, looking down at the baby, “look at ‘m.”
your eyes move to focus on megumi, whose limbs are kicking around in the air, the back of his romper being held by toji’s rough hand. your son seems fine; no cries or protests. in fact, he’s happily sucking on his pacifier and those blue eyes of his are shining like he’s having the time of his life.
“see, told ya,” toji smirks as he sees the surprise on your face because of how content megumi is in such an uncomfortable-looking position, “no need to worry. ‘m strong enough not to drop him.”
you can’t help but roll your eyes and walk over to the couch, sitting down. you have a small bowl of food and a spoon ready to feed your child, “thanks. you can hand ‘gumi over now though. need to feed him.”
toji raises an eyebrow as he looks at the baby food. he sits beside you, placing megumi on his lap before grabbing the plate and utensil from your hands, “i can do it.”
he goes ahead and scoops up some mushed food, which is way too much for one bite. especially for a literal child.
“alright lil’ buddy, open up,” toji hums and guides the big bite to megumi’s mouth. your son parts his lips with a happy expression, taking in the food, but not without leaving a small mess around the corners. it’s expected to happen since his mouth had only so little capacity.
“tha’s my boy,” your husband grins before feeding the poor child another huge bite. more than half of it got smeared onto megumi’s chubby cheeks; his romper also catching some drops that fell from his lips.
though, that didn’t matter to toji. all that matters is that megumi isn’t making a fuss and that he’s happily munching on the food that he’s given.
the mess being made is of little importance to toji. the fact that he ‘succeeded’ in doing such a small task without making his son cry, is enough of an achievement for now.
“damn, i’m gettin’ pretty good at this parenting stuff, don’cha think?” toji snickers.
…well, it seems like he still has a long way to go for it to be considered ‘good’ enough by your standards. you’re glad he is trying at the very least.
