Can I Request Toji Messaging His Busty So Who's Boobs Hurt Because She's Ovulating. My Boobs Always Swell

jackson: when you're scared, you need someone that's stoic and calm and stuff

aleksa: yeah. (looks at alex)

oh my good looking boy 🎀

goodnight!!!!!!!!!!!!

Toji accidentally smacking your booty short covered ass so hard while you lie over his lap casually just using your phone. The shock of the sting had your toes curling and your butt clenching as you yelp out suddenly before rolling off of him and onto the floor with your face contorted in pain, stuck in silent scream mode. He sometimes forgot just how strong he really was but the way you backed up to him on all fours with your ass facing him as you weakly asked “is it red? It is isn’t it you asshole!” With teary eyes had him chuckling nonstop like the menace he is, only making you whine out even more as you crawled to the farthest edge of the couch.

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𐐪 “𝐇𝐈𝐓 𝐌𝐄” — 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𐑂

featuring… fem!reader, toji

warnings… impact play (face slapping), masochism, daddy kink, creampie

word count… 390

a message from shae… toji is a pain slut. that is all.

“c’mon, baby. you can do it,” he rasps, his voice gravely and saturated with need.

he digs his fingers into the fat of your ass, strong arms working to bounce your hips up and down, rocking you steadily along his thick cock.

he raises one hand, wrapping his thick fingers around your wrist as he guides your hand to lay gently on his cheek.

“do it. just like daddy asked.” he looks at you through lidded eyes, mouth hung open as you raise your hand and bring it down again, watching as his eyes squeeze shut, hands flying toward your ass, your waist, whatever he can squeeze as he groans unashamedly.

“harder, fucking hit me, baby,” his voice is different, almost heavier. it sends shivers down your spine, your hips grinding harder, heat shooting straight to your sopping cunt at his open display of pure lust.

you do it again, harder this time, watching his eyes roll to the back of his head. he plants his feet into the mattress, fucking up into you. his cock throbs and twitches inside of you, a clear sign that he’s close, that you’ve got him this close, this fast. that, deep down, your daddy likes being slapped around by his pretty girl.

“again.”

this time you don’t hesitate, breathy moans leaving your lips as you rock against him faster, hit him harder. his head rocks to the side when you slap him, a dazed smile stretching across his face.

“again,” he growls, teeth bared, balls slapping up against your ass with how hard he’s fucking into you. the wet slap of your skin against his own almost drowns out his loud, raspy moans as you strike your hand across his face one last time.

he cums almost instantly, arms flexing deliciously, teeth bared, big hands squeezing bruises into your ass as he fills you up entirely, pumping ropes and ropes of his thick, hot cum into your needy cunt.

he’s still panting, still struggling to catch his breath when he squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, watching your lips pout as you look up at him through your eyelashes.

“good girl,” he laughs at the small twitch of your hips, the way you're still chasing your own high.

“‘s daddy’s turn, right?”

© DEAROMI 2021.

i do not know what this is but........ 1 MILLION SUBSCRIBERS!!!!

Omg please please please write another fic about needy cry baby gf and Toji 😫🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

thinking abt him not realizing when he’s being mean because he grew up in a house full of boys where insults were a form of affection :( we’ve all got a little bit of crybaby reader in us me finks

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

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a sea of limbs dance and weave around the court with intricacies you won’t even pretend to understand, leaving you more confused with each passing minute.

you remind yourself that you’re here for toji, wanting to spend more time with him regardless of whether you were into the activity.

toji liked it, so you liked it. at least before the game got confusing.

“that was two points, right?” you ask him, trying to make sense of the shot a player had just made.

toji pauses, holding the chilled end of his beer can to the back of his neck.

“three, baby.” he corrects, kicking his work boots off. the older man relaxes into the soft embrace of the couch with a groan, propping his feet up on the ottoman.

“right… right.” you realize, listening as the announcer gives a rundown of what just happened. you look over and gauge his expression, searching for any acknowledgment of what you’d just said.

“sorry, not really a basketball fan.” you joke, hoping to alleviate the awkward air.

“not that smart either, huh?” toji chuckles, taking a sip of his beer.

your stomach drops at the comment. blood rushes to your ears as humiliation takes over, eyes welling up with hot tears.

you knew he was 100% joking. that’s just how toji was around the people he loved.

you were being too sensitive, right?

the two of you had discussed instances like this before, the older man explaining that that was truly just how he spoke to people.

he never meant to upset you, in fact he’d rather hang than ever hurt you on purpose. his words, not yours.

toji has promised you he was working on it, trying to choose his words more carefully around you.

that’s all it was, you tell yourself. a simple slip of the tongue.

or was he truly mad at you this time?

nope. just a joke. you tell yourself, fiddling with a loose thread in your sleeve to distract from the lump in your throat. you try to inhale around the blockage, accidentally releasing a sob that alerts toji right away.

“hey.” he mumbles, setting his drink down to look at you. calloused hands cradle your face as the older man takes a close look at you.

you pull away, trying to compose yourself. just a joke! you remind yourself.

a joke, not serious. just. a. joke.

“nonono, hey it’s okay.” he whispers, eyes blowing wide as he realizes the gravity of the situation.

“i’m sorry sweetheart, i’m sorry.” he pleads, muting the tv to focus on you.

“m’ not stupid.” you whimper, wiping each eye with the back of your hand.

“course not pretty girl.” he whispers, rubbing your back in soft circles. “i’m sorry, you know that’s j—“

“just how you talk.” you mumble, not sure if his explanation actually made it ok.

“but.” he starts, pulling you into his lap with a grunt.

“that’s not an excuse, right?” he asks you, clearly remorseful.

“need to watch my mouth around my girl, huh?” he chuckles, still rubbing small circles up and down your back.

“it’s ok.” you conclude, resting your head on his shoulder as he presses soft kisses to your cheeks and forehead.

“hate making you upset.” he tells you firmly, nuzzling into the crown of your head.

“you wanna watch something else?” he asks, placing the remote in your hand. “movie, youtube?”

you crawl out of the older man’s lap and onto the couch, pulling up prime to scan the comedy section.

“i fucking hate basketball.” you giggle, the man beside you breaking out in full blown laughter as you press play on the remote.

not to be a total slut but I would love to be toji fushiguro's housewife. love to just stay at home and keep his house in order and watch over baby 'gumi. every morning you would wake up and make breakfast for the three of you, grabbing megumi when he wakes up cause toji is such a hard-working dad that he needs as much sleep as he can get. and when he'd come down for breakfast, hair all mussed and messy, voice low and sleepy, ughhh he would come up and give 'gumi a kiss on the forehead with a soft morning champ before coming over to you. he'd grab your ass under the oversized shirt of his you wore, the other hand gripping your hip as he pulls you against his strong body. a kiss to your shoulder, then cheek before you turn your head and allow him to give you a morning kiss. uggghhhh it'd be so slow and passionate, his tongue slipping past your lips and curling against yours. toji would groan into your mouth, pushing his hips into you so you feel his hardening cock, feel just what you did to him. how you'd love for him to pull your panties down and slip into you, fucking you against the counter with his hands in your hair or on your hips, your own gripping the stone knuckles turning white as you desperately tried not to fall apart on him. brrrr anyway, megs is in the high chair behind y'all so that's not happening for a while but to wake up every morning, next to the roughed up sorcerer killer seeing his scared and bruised skin glowing in the early morning light and knowing just how violent and he was vicious but none of that came through when he was with you or megumi. how you wouldn't have been able to tell he killed for a living from the way he held onto his son, so delicately as if the boy would break if toji held him a bit too hard. ughhhhh please, i just wanna be toji's wife and have his babies. pls