Thinking Toji Saying “just The Tip I Promise, Baby” Then Pushing The Whole Thing In And Saying He

pronebone with toji? i want him as my own personal weighted blanket <3

me too < / 3

☆ — fem! reader, pronebone, daddy k!nk, unprotected, 18+

just toji constantly teasing you while he‘s fucking you— each time he pulls out to rub his pulsating tip against your folds, you’re laid back on your chest, whining and sobbing for him to continue but he just lowly chuckles.

“ohhh,” he hums, being quiet for a moment to hear how wet you are— squelching and squeaking all because of how good he was ruining your insides only a few moments ago, it was a messy sight— seeing droplets of his seed start to pour out of your slit, he can’t help but rub a thumb down, feeling you pulse between your legs before giving your ass a smack. “should i keep goin’ or…?”

“y—yes please,” you sniffle, not even facing him but you could feel the smirk on his lips from the way he‘s speaking to you, the bass in voice dropping— lowering a single octave. “stop teasing me t—toji.”

smack

“stop teasin’ me toji,” he mocks your voice, changing his pitch to match yours and it makes you embarrassed, pouty and all. “i can do whatever i fuckin’ want and you’ll still get wet from it like the nasty little girl you are, y/n.” he grunts, and you whine before you bite down on your arm— feeling toji start to insert himself inside of you again.

toji has a rough hand on your ass, and he stares down at your back that‘s perfectly arched with a sly grin before he‘s fully inside again— groaning from the little pop noise that makes once he‘s balls buried deep.

“so soaked,” he grumbles— presenting you with a single thrust to where your breath is nearly taken away, you whimper as he‘s rolling his hips again in the same speed he was, rougher this time. he spanks your ass again and again, and each time he does, that cute little whine leaves the very back of your throat. “lie the fuck back, sweetheart.”

“s—sorry, toji.” you moaned, and you‘re just about over the edge of the bed— the bracelets that resided on your arms danced in harmony, clanking from each hit toji made towards your poor cunt that‘s spilling out with his seed. “f-fuckkk. hitting me s’ good, right th—”

toji smacks your neglected ass cheek, and you pause on your words once his weight is crushed down into you— slightly and you whine. “listen,” he mumbles, and his tip reaches everywhere to where your eyes flicker all around the room, mouth dumbly open but nothing coming out but cute squeaks as he pounded and pounded you ruthlessly from behind. “whenever i‘m beatin’ this pussy up, you don’t call me “toji,” he mocks your whiney voice again, “you call me daddy, you got that, princess?”

. . .

you don’t reply and toji chuckles.

“don’t try me. i’ll pull out again and make you ride my thigh, little girl.”

and his hips pause and you whimper.

“o—okayokayokay,” you babble, nodding your head, whimpering from missing his thrusts. the way he kept stoping himself made you so frustrated— your eyebrows would tug together and it was so cute. “sorry daddy, ‘m sorry. sorry for calling you toji— sorry.”

“good girl,” he purrs. “you’re forgiven.”

you whine once he starts up again— absolutely jackhammering his shaft into your sweet walls, the way it squeezes around him makes him grunt. toji leans in— weight still against your ass to where he wraps a hand around your throat, a middle finger softly brushing against the center part of where you breathe, softly squeezing just a bit to hear you moan.

“mhm— that‘s what i like to hear. shut up and let daddy take good care of you.”

DAMN.

credit: bb oana

HOW HE WOULD SOUND MOANING JJK EDITION

mdni, nsfw audios : jjk men, headphones in, whimpering, cursing

TOJI : LINK

waking up near dawn all hot and bothered with his morning wood pressed against your ass, waking you up for a quickie by rutting against your ass. “c‘mon doll, make me feel good.” his rough morning voice was enough to have you pouncing on top of him, “atta fuckin’ girl, fuck me jus like that baby.” he ran his fingers through his hair, gusting out a shaky groan before placing his hands around your hips.

GOJO : LINK

doesn’t know how to control his vocals when bottoming out inside you, too dazed to even think straight as he’s only focus on cumming inside you. “nghh fuck, m‘so close! wanna cum inside, needa fill you up.” he whined, folding you into a mating-press as he moaned into your ear. “feels too good, baby.” satoru panted as he became much more sensitive, “gonna milk my dick dry, huh?” his lips curled into a lazy grin.

CHOSO : LINK

choso with his pathetic little whines as he lets you overstimulate him. chanting fucks, pleases and incoherent whine as he fucks up into your palm. “p-please baby, m‘so close my dick s‘gonna explode!” he whined with a shaky pants, leaking pre-cum all over your hand. edging him closer and closer to his orgasm as his stomach flexed, “i’ll be a good boy, swear.” he bit down on his bottom lip.

SUKUNA : LINK

he’s too tired to even care about how he sounds, all that matters to him is being inside your tight pussy. “so fuckin’ tight, angel.” his voice deeper and gruffer than usual, steadily entering into your cunt. “gonna take me all the way in like a good girl, yeah?” he taunted, burying his cock to the hilt. “ya feel me in there?” he grinned into your sweet spot, letting out a lustful chuckle.

NANAMI : LINK

him pounding into a fleshlight in thought of your warm pussy, fluttering around his length just overstimulating himself as he internally begs to be inside you. “f-fuckk, yeah.” his groan is almost close to a whimper as he thrusts into the tight hole of his fleshlight. “gonna fuck the real thing tonight.” he gritted through teeth, leaning back in his work chair. “needa cum deep inside.”

on the bed, on the couch, bent over the kitchen counter, by the fireplace, against the wall, in the shower, on the floor, in the basement, against the window, in front of a mirror, missionary, cowgirl, full nelson, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, outside, in the car, in a public restroom, against a mirror

weak to you. // toji fushiguro.

+ drabble. short ‘n sweet.

+ wc. 800+

+ synopsis. you’re toji’s newest fixation. alt; he’s pussy whipped, you’re cockdrunk, it’s a match made in hell.

+ cw. fem reader. daddy kink. condescending praise. toji is very smug and full of himself as usual. size kink. dacryphillia. overstimulation. mindbreak (but only a little). creampie.

+ a/n. woke up and chose to be a whore. as always, 18+, minors do not interact. (also yes this is titled after the dexta daps song)

toji thinks he’s found his new obsession when he sinks into you for the third time that day, fourth time that week. he’s absolutely sure of it.

his thoughts only reinforce when he sees your reaction. the way your eyes cross and your back arches up, tits circling and pretty nipples becoming pert to the cold air. he looks down and sees the way your soft tummy tenses up, the way your pussy opens and splits itself to take in his thick veiny cock. you’re addicting, he thinks, watching the way you suck him in and soak him and all he’s doing is just sliding in. his large hands brace themselves on the soft of your hips, thumbs pressing into the front of your waist, and an open mouth smirk rests wickedly on his face as he slowly trails up your body to meet your glossy eyes and twitching lips once more.

you’re already about to cry and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

he doesn’t try to hide back his amusement, pawing up to you like wildcats to lambs. he licks up the side of your neck, flattening his tongue over the muscle, flicking it over the lobe of your ear and pressing a soft kiss accompanied by a dark chuckle to that soft spot right in the nook of your ear. his breath tickles over the sensitive hairs, causing you to twitch away and clench over him— oh shit, he’s gonna need you to do that again.

“‘s the matter, baby girl?” he coos and it’s mocking. “crying already? i’m barely halfway inside you.”

his dark eyes fall greedily to your reaction. he loves this, being so faux concerned and teasing with his tone. he loves it, because you never failed to give him just what he wanted. those doe eyes rounded off, pupils dilating as your eyebrows drooped, chest rising just a tad- just as it always did before you whined out to him.

“it’s- it’s—“ you can’t finish your sentence and he has no intention of you doing it. he pushes in another inch, humming at the way you stretch around him, messy pussy popping in glee as it desperately tried to accompany his cock. you gasp, and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“too big?” he all but grins, sparing you that at least. his mercy is short lived, a deep chuckle erupting in the base of his throat. “i know.”

he pushes in more, licking his lips. your thighs start to quake and tremble as he forced the fattest section of his dick into you, barely sparing you any warning. agreeing to fuck him was warning enough. you whine and blink, and the glossiness gets watery, tears pooling at your waterline. you couldn’t get any cuter if you tried.

“too much for you?” he asks again. it’s rhetorical. you can’t answer and he doesn’t prompt you to, he could care less when he knew the truth. he was too much for you, overwhelming your senses until you broke and fell apart almost immediately whenever he looked at you. you shook like autumn leaves in his presence and yielded beneath him like dough. he chuckles again, leaning into your sensitive ear once more.

“i know.”

he pauses, and the anticipation builds up in you both.

“but you’re gonna take me anyway.”

he has to suppress a loud moan when he bottoms out, either from the way you wrapped around him, reacted to him or both. the tears in your crossed eyes break their retention and come running down the sides of your face, mouth opening and closing as you try to adjust to his sheer size. it’s pointless, he thinks, because he never gave you a chance to anyway.

“isn’t that right, princess?”

he could never get enough of how you clamped down around him whenever he said something you liked.

“yes, daddy.”

“atta girl.”

he pushes up onto his knees and grabs onto one of your legs, pressing a soft kiss to the ankle while holding the other one down by the thigh to keep you spread and split for him. his eyes travel down and he curses. every part of you was fucking pretty, but goddamn your pussy was something else. your clit was a pretty shade of rosy pink, engorged and yearning for the smallest touch— a graze from his thumb already had you creaming shamelessly around him. your lips stretched to their limit around the brunt of his cock and he hisses, pulling his hips back slowly, watching the way the silvery streaks of slick and cream coated over his cock thickly. he pulls and pulls until the head is just barely in your walls, and then—

“daddy!”

he drills himself back in all at once.

he can’t get enough of this, toji thinks. you’re too much. the way you cry out and babble, slutty little mouth drooling all over itself as you praise and praise him so shamelessly. it’s incredible, he thinks, after you spray all over him for the nth time that day and still cry for more, for him, for all of him. he thinks you’re insatiable when you pull your own legs to your chest, wrapping your hands around the back of your knees and begging him to go deeper, you wanna feel him deeper. he builds up a sweat with you, dripping down the bridge of his nose and onto your already stuck out tongue. you don’t even budge.

“cockhungry little thing aren’t you?” he beams after pulling you to the edge of the bed, propping one foot up on it and bracing the rest of his weight on the floor. “fucked you raw today and you still want more?”

and you insisted. chanted that you needed more, that he had to fill you up, that you needed to feel him dripping out of you one more time. toji wonders if he’s created another monster when you giggle and squeal, playing and pinching your own tits as he sinks into you again and again and again, or if you’d always been like this and no one ever fucked you proper to find out. he’s broken you and he knows it from the way you look at him with your pupils blown drug-like wide, nothing behind your eyes except the desperate need for his cum. he knows when you whimper out and whine for him, locking your ankles around his lower back and pressing him in until his cock nestles and kisses against your cervix and you keep him there. he knows after he pumps his thick seed into you and you thank him, crumbling into the bed while your spent cunt pulses and shivers in thanks as well.

yeah, toji concludes. he’s found his new obsession and he doesn’t plan on breaking away from you very soon.

If I had a nickel for every time Aleksa put something up his ass and tried to make Alex smell it, I would have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but its weird that it's happened twice

alex’s face when aleksa is getting angry and describing his violent thoughts ❤️❤️❤️❤️