toji's nervous system hot-wires itself into overdrive the moment he hears you sniffle in the other room.
you’d had a small scuff up at work, nothing too severe. your had boss let you off scot free with a simple warning, but the fact that it’d even happened had been more than enough to sour your mood for the day.
the world was tough on a sweet thing like you. too harsh for a heart held together by the softest thread. toji always made sure to remind you of that.
he takes your head in his hands, thumbs running over the damp apples of your cheeks to calm you down.
“you wanna talk about it, or do you want a distraction, baby?”
you hiccup, pressing your palms over both eyes like it’ll keep your frustration at bay.
“i just wanna forget about today.” you sigh.
“i can help with that.” he promises.
˚ ✧ -
“come on out of there baby, you can do it.” toji taps two fingers against your temple, as if to coax you out of your own brain. “just feel good with me. don’t have to think about anything else.”
he takes you prone bone on days like these. stomach flush to the mattress while you pant, and writhe, and sink your nails into the headboard while he grunts out every single thing he adores about you.
“pretty little thing. such a sweet girl” he purrs, nuzzling into the crook of your neck like an overgrown house cat. “could fuck you forever.” you shy away from the affection, burying your face in the pillow to hide the embarrassing moan that escapes your lips.
“aww, that won’t do, will it?” he jokes, slipping the crook of his arm under your chin to keep your head locked in place, sending you right over the edge and into an orgasm that startles you both.
you couldn’t do much of anything right now even if you tried. not with how deep he’s hitting inside of you. your brain feels fried, sizzling around the edges like an egg in a pan.
not only that but you feel your heartbeat everywhere. in your chest, between your legs, your fingertips.
hell, you don’t even remember what you were upset about anymore.
call it a side effect of his heavenly restriction, maybe some rare sixth sense he only really uses on you. either way, he knows you like the back of his hand. knows just where to touch you to make you forget you were even feeling down.
“show me that face, cmon.” he commands, cock rutting so deep you nearly forget what planet you’re on. “need to make sure you’re okay.”
you’re more than okay. in fact, you’d let him fuck you like this for the rest of your life if you could.
“feels amazing.” you sigh happily.
“yeah? still having a bad day?” the softness in his tone is so painstakingly real. toji wants to know that he’s doing this right. more importantly, he wants your real answer. he’ll make you feel as good as humanly possible until the hurt from earlier is the furthest thing from your mind.
you shake your head. accepting the sloppy kiss he presses to the corner of your mouth. the arm once curled around your face sits idle by your hip, fingers tracing mindless patterns into your skin.
“i’m having an amazing day now, actually.” you admit shyly, still high on endorphins and affection.
mdni ༊࿐ car sex with toji when his gf calls ─── 𝒄𝒘 infidelity, unprotected sex
“f-fuck.” strong hands gripped the plush skin of your waist, guiding your movements. the car windows fogged up in a matter of seconds, your combined heavy breaths not doing much to aid the evidence of what was going on.
the car bounced with every movement you made, old metal creaking. how you got here was a funny story really — a late night gas station run with your best friend morphed into to something less platonic. a silly joke about experimenting with your best friend.
and with the snacks long forgotten in the front seat, you rode your best friend in the back of his old car. toji’s head fell back against the head rest as you grind down against his cock. he was so big and thick, you were surprised he even fit.
“god, don’t stop, baby… holy shit—” he groans, cock pulsing inside your cunt. your knees began to ache now with the effort of riding him in such limited space, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.
“mmh—” you moan, brows drawn tight as he hit that little sweet spot over and over.
“you feel so fucking good. such a tight little pussy,” he praises under his breath, palms sliding around to squeeze your ass, guiding you harder against him.
toji was nearly limp under you, fighting hard to not cum right then and there. but the swivel of your hips was too much. little whines left your kiss-swollen lips, the sounds going straight to his groin. “fuck, the way you sound..” toji’s voice was ten times lower than it usually was, body less tense, black hair a shaggy mess on his head.
“gonna cum in you — can’t hold it.” he groans, fucking his hips up into yours, the slick sound of skin slapping getting louder. his words made your pussy throb, the thought of being filled with him. your best friend. “please, toji. please, i wan—”
before you could finish your plea, his phone lit up with a call beside his hip. barely sparing it a glance, he catches the name on the screen. ‘my love’ with two pink hearts — a contact name she picked out. he hated it.
but instead of ignoring it like he usually did when he was with you, he let go with one hand and picked it up, putting the phone to his ear.
toji was a breathless mess, lids low in a trance-like state of watching your tits bounce in front of him. spilling over the cups of your bra, little bite marks littered your skin from his earlier desperateness.
“yeah?” his husky voice called out. it’s only then you realize he answered the call, a tiny gasp leaving you as your pace faltered. “toji—” a slap to your ass cuts off your whisper.
“babe, where are you?” you hear his girl whine on the other end of the phone.
your bouncing slowed to rocking against him again, his cockhead kissing the front side of your walls deliciously. your forehead drops to his shoulder, your moans in one of his ears and her annoying ass voice in the other.
“i’m out. fuck — i’ll be back later.” he groans when you pick up the pace, chasing your orgasm whether she heard or not. you never liked her anyway — and she damn sure hated you.
“who are you with? what are you doing?” she asks, clear attitude in her tone. “with.. shiu. i gotta — oh, god — go. call you later.”
toji’s eyes roll back in pleasure as he hangs up on her, cutting her next accusing question off.
he tosses the phone mindlessly, hand back on you. “that’s it, baby. just like that—o-ooh.. shit..” he groans, hips erratically rutting up into yours now.
he sends you over the edge with his lips sealed around your tit, squeezing at the other as he drove into you with a frenzied speed. he follows right after, warm spurts of his thick cum flood your cunt. he was so loud too, all types of grunts and curses falling from his lips.
you both ride it out, moving against each other until you slow to a stop. still leaving him lodged deep inside your pussy, he lifts your face up.
looking at you with hazy eyes, his thumb traces and pulls at your bottom lip. “never fucked her raw…” he admits, veiny length still twitching inside you. “pussy’s way better than hers..” toji’s gaze drops back to your mouth, your lips.
“you ever get so mad you just wanna cheat?” prank on toji
you’re both melted into the beat-up sectional, some nfl game blaring that toji threw on. he’s slouched deep, legs spread wide, one arm slung over the back of the couch behind you, the other cradling a half-empty beer, your phone’s tucked against a crumpled blanket, camera rolling sneaky.
when commercial break hits, you poke his knee with your toe.
he grunts, eyes still locked on the screen even though it’s just ads. “hm.”
“you ever get so mad you just wanna cheat?”
the beer he was drinking freezes mid-sip. he lowers it slow. head turns like he’s in slow motion, processing if he really heard that.
“run that back.”
you fight the smirk. “like say shit pisses you off so bad you’re like fuck it, i’m gonna cheat. just to get even.”
toji sets the beer down with a heavy clunk. leans forward a little.
“you hittin’ me with this while you got my shorts ridin’ up your ass? sittin’ in my spot? after i dropped twenty on your overpriced coffee bullshit this mornin’?”
you shrug, playing innocent. “just askin’ cause people get mad and think about it.”
he huffs. “people are fuckin’ dumb. you dumb like them?”
“hey! ’m not dumb.”
“if you ever got me that pissed,” he leans closer, voice dropping rough. “i ain’t wastin’ dick on some side bitch. i’d just pin you down and fuck the attitude out till you’re beggin’ for mercy.”
your eyes widen at how crude he got. “toji! why would you say that—now i can’t even post this. they're gonna take this down, you ruined my prank again!”
“prank?” he clocks the phone in half a second. snatches it up, squints at the red dot. “this shit again? didn't i tell ya i hated the last one?"
“well our last one went viral.”
he kills the recording with his thumb. flings the phone onto the armchair across the room. “viral my ass.”
you scoot back an inch. he follows, crowding you against the cushions.
“baby wait—it’s just the trend! boyfriend freaks out, gets jealous, cute shit! you know how this shit goes ... oh my god what are you gonna do to me?”
he snorts so hard his shoulders shake. grabs your waist, yanks you straight into his lap like you weigh nothing.
“well boyfriend's not jealous.” that mean little grin spreads slow. “he's pissed and half-hard. you started this war, brat.”
you’re cackling into his neck. “this ain’t how the videos end!”
“fuck your videos.” he stands up in one smooth motion, hauls you fireman-style over his shoulder. your beer almost spills as he strides toward the hall, game still roaring behind you. "let's make a different video. my typa video."
Warnings: Pranking them, miscommunication on purpose, rage bait, cursing. Idk it’s just jokes.
Content: Texts
Gojo:
Geto:
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An: OMG GUYS sorry they’re so short it was so hard to make these on my iPad. Is there an app I can use to make it easier and faster and allows more chat bubbles? Anyway I hope you enjoyed! Feel free to request any text message stories like this one in my ask box! Thank yoouuuu 𑣲
⤷ 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."
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You two bicker so much, your children think you actually hate each other.
“You’re too fuckin grown to not eat your greens.”
“I’m not the old hag needing to eat them with every meal, am I?”
“You talk so damn much over the movie, I can’t hear shit. fuck me.”
“You have bad ears any way old man, turn it down.”
“And hear you even more? Don’t think so.”
“It said make a right and you turn left?”
“You don’t know your right from left, you’re losing your brain from old age, woman.”
“I’m well enough to know what ‘right’ looks like, idiot, the roads not blocked so park there before we have to walk even farther.”
It’s… a lot lol. And your daughter who’s 17, asks you about it while you put away the dishes, more than concerned. You giggle, looking out towards the garden.
“You see those sunflowers out there don’t you?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Your father gave them to me as a gift when you turned three. Every year more grow and they flourish. Look up the meaning of ‘em and then get back to me.” You wink over at her and go back to your task.
Love, loyalty and Adoration. Is what popped up on google.
It makes her think more about how you and your husband interact. The way you always eat whatever he doesn’t finish & vice versa. The way he puts a comforter on you when you sleep on the couch and pulls you into his lap, or carries you upstairs before the movie ends. How dad always keeps your favorite snacks filled and you two always move in tandem, you never have to ask what the other needs or what needs to be done. You two are in sync, you coming and hugging dad from the side when he’s stressed, how dad takes all the kids out when you need your ‘mommy moment.’ Dad does laundry while you cook, and that project you’ve been dreaming about is already half way done because Dad already built it out for you.
“Your kid thinks we don’t like each other hubby.” You say, painting the dog house the bright red, on your hands and knees.
He’s quick, “I don’t like you.” He’s staring from the patio set, your ass is still as perfect as ever in the paint stained capris your wearing. Youve gotten sexier over the last 20 years together, more curves, wrinkles and stretch marks. Gorgeous girl. He could wreck you right now on this Thursday afternoon, if your kids weren’t about to wake up from a nap.
You huff, standing up, “We have to be a good example! I don’t want them thinkin I hate yo—“
Before you can get another word out, you slip on the tray of paint you barely noticed was right under your feet. The love of your life is fast, protecting your head as you both fall to the ground but paint flies all over the both of you.
Your breath is caught in your throat, in shock, but he curses, eyes flying all over you in worry, “Dummy, watch were you’re goin!”
You burst into a fit of laughter, eyes closing as your smile brighter than the sun. Eyes crinkling. Laughter just like a melody. He scuffs in his head, ‘Clumsy ass.’ You’re beautiful. His wife is still so wonderful. He can’t help but kiss you on the full lips.
You speak softly, tantalizing, “again.” Another kiss. “Again.” Another kiss. “More.” And he gives you a long kiss, wanting.
Oh, this is what love is. Ever lasting, a cool glass of lemonade on a day summer day, so refreshing. Adoring— that man loves you. And you, him.
18+ MDNI. mindbreak kinda / unprotected / piv then anal / don't get shit twisted, when i say younger i mean they met as proper adults
Everyone keeps telling you the same thing: Leave that bum alone.
You could. You know you could. But you don’t want to. Not even a little. Not when he fucks you a few times and somehow rewires your brain until common sense disappears.
Especially not when Toji has you twisted sideways that it looks like your body's bent wrong. The position steals the air from your lungs. And the way he’s buried so deep it makes your vision blur.
“Fuck. This pussy’s too good.” he mutters. “So fuckin’ wet,” he adds, almost laughing. “Shit— got you makin’ a mess on my shirt too.”
You claw at the sheets, the pillows, anything within reach. Your fingers curl to a fist because he feels too good that you can't stop your body from fucking yourself on his cock.
“I gotta pull out,” he grunts. “M’gonna cum.” Then softer and breathless. “M’really gonna cum, dove.”
“N-no, not yet. I’m close.” You whimper with panic while rotating your hips faster. “Please let me cum. I've been a good girl, I promise.”
Your hands find his wrists, nails digging into his skin as your eyes squeeze shut.
Toji presses his forehead to yours. “Open yer eyes, dove.”
When you do, his mouth pulls into a crooked, dangerous grin. Then he snaps his hips forward, hard and sloppy, drilling into you without mercy. The sound of skin slapping fills the room.
He doesn’t pull out right away. Instead, he lets out a low chuckle, “Never had a pussy as fuckin’ insane as this.”
Your body locks up as both of you tip over the edge together. He scoffs at first, then spills himself out of you. His load is thick and messy, and it's trailing down your skin. But when he pulls out of you, he freezes. He’s still hard.
“Toji…” you breathe. “Want more.”
Curiosity gets him.
His finger follows the trail without thinking, smearing it slowly, almost lazily. You shudder, and a soft moan leaves your throat.
“I can’t,” you whisper.
That snaps him back. “Ah— wasn’t plannin’ on—”
“No, my ass…” You look away, and mumble in embarrassment, “it might crave you too.”
His lips curl. “S’that so?”
He turns you gently, pressing you flat against the bed. His hands move with practiced ease. He then spits into his palm, works it along his cock, then nudges his fat towards your hole.
“Say, that cute little co-worker?” He mutters darkly. “Looks like he wants you bad.” You gasp as he pushes in, the stretch from his cock burning along your walls. “Bet he wants this too.”
"Don't care. Only want... you," you mewl pathetically. "I'll– hngf– leave that job just to– just to get fucked everyday."
Toji chuckles. "Fucked by who?"
“By– ah– you. Because... I'm your cum slut,” you choke out. “I’m— I’m yours. Even... even my holes."
“Both of 'em?” he asks, pressing you down further.
“Yes,” you say, muffled. “All yours.”
His hand slides to your shoulder. “What are you?”
The words stick in your throat, pleasure making your head spin.
“Your— your toy. I'm your toy,” you gasp. Something shifts in his eyes at that. “Feels so good,” you sob softly, rocking back into him. “I feel so filthy. Love it w-when you fuck me like... this.”
“You'd really look good on video, dove. Gonna make ’em wish they could hit you like this.” Both his hands spread your ass wider, holding you open as he watches himself disappear inside you again and again. "Wanna do it? Show everyone how cock stupid you are?"
“Yes, let's show e-everyone,” you nod mindlessly. “Want them to see— me like this.”
His rhythm turns sloppy, desperate. “M’gonna fill you up here too, dove.”
“Please,” you whimper while your eyes roll back in pleasure, "Make s-sure you dump it all in– oh– okay?"
Your orgasm hits fast and brutal. You cry out his name as he drives in deep one last time, cum flooding inside you. Your body trembles under him, helpless and spent.
innocent virgin reader this, sweet virgin reader that
how about virgin reader whos far from innocent, you probably know more about sex than toji - just no hands on experience. you are the filthiest person on earth!! you have a sex drive that flys off the charts, constantly rubbing at your poor hole, pinching your clit and nipples.
you're also far from sweet, you're crude and cruel. that's why toji was so drawn to you. when he discovered you were a virgin, he couldn't believe it honestly. he didn't ask any questions, didn't care. he just knew he had to have you.
he expected you to be shy during your first time, but no, you were a filthy fucking mess.
sprawled out beneath him, his tip entering your tight cunt. you moan loud, meeting his eyes. toji groaned out, a strained, growl. your eyes lock with his, direct eye contact as he shoves his dick further into you. deep breaths swarm the sticky room.
the pace picks up, you had complained it wasn't fast enough so fuck, he would show you. you're gripping tight onto the bedsheets, spurting everywhere as drool runs out from your lips. he thrusts into you with a fury, stretching your virgin hole in a harsh way. but you loved it. you open your mouth and he spits into it. you swallow instantly, he didn't even need to tell you. toji frees a hand and lowers himself onto you, trapping you with his body and his heat. your body smushed by his larger one, his free hand runs a thumb over your cheek.
you grin at him. "that all you got?" you challenge, smirk plastered over your satified expression. and just as those wods utter out, a slap is brought to your cheek. well ,fuck.
you cum right there, cream ringing around his dick as you clench like a fist around him. he groans out and his breath stutters. hips copying his lungs and stuttering too.
toji lets out a hot load, deep inside of you. his body twitching and shaking as if it was his first time. he had expected you to be the same, fucked out, passed out possibly, from the intense orgasm you just had. but no, you were smiling sweetly at him, "round two?"
