Toji Softly Stroking Your Thighs While You Lay On His Chest.

How about teen!toji x teen!reader being highschool sweethearts? Nsfw or sfw (they can be in collage is its nsfw)

Sorry this took so long,,, omg😭!! And I chose to go with College just because I'm not really comfortable writing teenagers whom are in highschool - a teenager in college,,, I hope you enjoy!! <3

Cw: nsfw 18+, minors dni, fem reader, mentions of blowjobs, drinking, college parties, pregnancy, cussing

↳ you guys literally met as the cliche nerd + jock relationship

↳ Toji was in football – literally the star football player, he had piles of job opportunities thrown his way

↳ both girls and boys constantly threw themselves at him, swooning over the tall man anytime he finished a game or fight for a spot next to him whenever he makes the rare decision to show up to class

↳ You on the other hand, rarely go to football games – only showing up when your friends drag you out to the bleachers under the guise of leaving after 30 minutes

↳ You like to spend most of your time showing up to class, finishing homework in your dorm, and studying in the library

↳ college isn't a free ride for you - its a struggle all the way: from homework to managing work and finding time to support yourself

↳ The two of you end up meeting at a party - ironically, it's the first party you ever went to in college and most definitely the last you had decided once you'd walked into your friend's bedroom and seen her making out

↳ you couldn't deny the strike of jealousy that crawls up your spine

↳ you were so busy with school and work you didn't have anytime to go out and have fun – immediately your already dull mood sank at the realization that while you were battling your school and work life, your friends were out having fun

↳ on your way out a tall man ran into you on accident, your cup full of coca-cola spilling onto your shirt

↳ "oh shit, my bad," a deep voice came from above you

↳ eyes still stuck to the floor, you nearly cry – you're so overwhelmed and tired and you just–

↳ "hey, you okay?" There's that voice again and you nearly shatter at the calm tone, even amongst the loud music and shouts of the party, you almost breakdown before you're being pulled throughout the crowded dorm

↳ "hey toji!" You hear multiple voices shout out and see the man dragging you along acknowledge them with a brief nod

↳ Eventually you were pulled into a bathroom where the tall man slipped his hands under your arms, picking you up and placing you on the counter

↳ he helped clean your shirt off while making small talk, eventually introducing himself as 'Toji' and asking you out for coffee

↳ after the party, the two of you were nearly inseparable – wherever Toji went, you went and vice-versa.

↳ Toji took over a lot of the stress in your life, including your homework by helping you study

↳ Not to mention, the man was fucking loaded with cash – he didn't expect you to pay for things when you were with him, wanting you to of course have your own freedom and responsibility when you were on your own, but with him you weren't supposed to worry

↳ The two of you ended up getting an apartment sometime within your second semester of your first year

↳ Toji was junior when the two of you met – meaning his stress levels were increased by a tenfold when your second semester rolled around; though he had a good portion of jobs lined up for him, he still had to review every single one as to which would fit him best

↳ you'd try your best to ease some of the stress off him by making lunches and dinners, doing most of the grocery shopping, and lots of surprise blowjobs

↳ you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss him. You tried your best to be understanding about the situation, but you just felt ignored – you knew Toji absolutely didn't mean to do so but it didn't mean it hurt any less.

↳ once toji had finally chosen a job he was happy with, suddenly everything went back to normal; he spent more time with you again, helped you with meals and grocery shopping

↳ not to mention he was taking care of you in different ways too – taking you to bed or fucking you on the living room couch became a nearly daily routine

↳ tojis sex drive was off the charts, egged on my domestication of your shared lives – he was getting older and felt a primal urge to settle down and start a family

↳ the two of you had discussed children (briefly, of course) over weed and cozy cuddles on the couch but you hadn't thought anything of it until you began to notice Toji staring off at families when the two of you went out to eat

↳ you brought the subject of children up again over dinner one night, sat in his lap on the couch while the two of you munched on pizza

↳ "do you want a baby, Toji?"

↳ toji only nodded, forehead pressed against yours, "yeah, I want you to have my baby."

↳ your relationship only seemed to flourish at that point, Toji became a lot more territorial and you became more paternal as Toji started his job and bought a house for the two of you

↳ you were still in school when you got pregnant and Toji became a helicopter parent before the child was even born

↳ he didn't allow you to leave the house unless he was there – meaning you had to complete your studies for the next nine months at home

↳ Toji was a very caring and protective boyfriend, whenever he was home from work he was cuddling you and kissing you

↳ "Gonna be daddy's lil' princess, huh, baby?" He'd kiss at your stomach, massaging your taught skin and whispering softly to you middle.

↳ "that baby's gonna be so spoiled," you giggled, running a hand through his dark locks

↳ Toji merely nods, pressing another kiss to your swollen middle before scooping you into his lap with a kiss to your temple, "love you so much, sweetheart."

in the back of my primate behavior lecture rn trying not to cream my jeans. my screen protector has bite marks on it do NOT talk to me right now i need him so bad

morning routine — ft. sylus

before you read: established relationships ; gender neutral reader ; sleepy clingy sylus ; banter ; fluff and cheesiness i apologize in advance

“Here we go,” you hum to yourself, rolling your eyes with a knowing smile curled loosely on your lips as soon as Sylus starts to shift in his sleep. “Like a hermit crab,” you tease to his unconscious figure, “no wonder you’re so pale. Do you even remember what the sun looks like?”

“Do you always talk to sleeping people?”

You still at the sound of his voice, hand freezing in the middle of stroking through his hair. He doesn’t like that, either—his head presses up into your fingertips, a silent demand for more.

“You should be sleeping,” you scold gently, fingers returning to their earlier movements. You scratch lightly at his scalp and he shivers, humming in content. Like a cat, you think fondly, purring in your arms at the slightest show of affection.

Your morning routine starts with the same valiant effort every day: protecting Sylus from the sun. It’s honest work: he already doesn’t sleep very much through the night, and if he doesn’t sleep through the day because of a mild setback either, you think a number of poor victims would suffer the consequences of his tired, grouchy attitude.

So, you protect him as he falls asleep while the sun rises, beams of light slipping through the cracks of the blinds a little more with every minute. You watch him—with equal parts amusement and equal parts fondness, you watch every morning as he slowly shifts in his sleep. It starts with him inching closer and closer towards you, and ends with his head buried into your chest and his body curled around you like you’re a shield for the cruel light that disturbs him.

You like this routine, though. It’s the perfect chance to admire him, to bring a hand to trace over his relaxed features—the slightly crooked slant of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the defined edge of his jawline. And, of course, your favorite part: the soft, plump curves of his lips. He never does anything to indicate he’s awake, either. Nothing to even hint that he feels you, breathing slow and soft puffs of air peacefully nestled against you.

He looks delicate in slumber. Vulnerable. So agonizingly soft and fragile in a way he normally doesn’t look. (Oh, but does he feel soft, you always think. Sylus always feels so inexplicably soft.)

“I would be sleeping,” he finally grumbles, but it’s playful as he shifts to hide his face deeper into your chest while his nose presses against your collarbone. “But someone disrupted my efforts.”

“No, I protect you,” you huff, “with the way you avoid the sun in your sleep, you’d think the vitamin D would poison you.”

“If it was poisonous, then I’d be dead,” he sighs dramatically, cracking a crimson eye open and looking at you like he’s wounded. “You do a terrible job at keeping me shielded.”

“Maybe I’m trying to kill you in your sleep,” you wink, “ever think of that?”

He chuckles, voice low and still laced with the evidence of sleep from the raspiness of it. You smile softly at the sound, pressing a chaste kiss to his head while he moves to bury it into the crook of your neck. There’s something oddly comforting about it—holding him like this. Holding him while he hides into your body, melts against your skin, sinks weight onto you because you take it and he can.

“Go back to sleep,” you murmur sweetly, rubbing a slow, soothing hand up and down his bare back and tracing his spine. “I’ll make sure the sun knows not to bother my big, sleepy, vitamin D deficient baby.”

“I’m not vitamin D deficient,” he huffs.

“So you agree you’re a big, sleepy baby?”

He snores dramatically, pulling a giggle from your lips. A kiss presses to the skin of your neck, and they come from a pair of lips that feel suspiciously curled—like they’re smiling. You wrap your arms around him a little tighter, because close just doesn’t feel close enough when it’s him.

“Let’s hope I wake up without being poisoned,” he hums, half-asleep once more as you trace a finger along the sharp, muscled curves of his back.

You press one more kiss to his head before murmuring, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He lets out a gentle snore again, real this time. He’s sound asleep with his body molded against yours, routine like it is every morning—you protecting him from the sun, and him falling into your arms.

I just want to hold him while he peacefully rests and hide him away from the sun so he can sleep well like he deserves because he’s a BABY

To me he’s a baby :(

i would literally let him do anything t-

pearl is so kind

Age gap

DILF Toji x F!Reader

A/n: Idk why this took me so long, hope you guys enjoy though!

Warnings: Age gap, sub space, cum kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, manipulation, rough sex, nipple play, fingering

Synopsis: In which you have a crush on your best friends dad.

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You know it’s wrong.

The twist in your gut when ever he gets too close tells you so. That it’s fucked up that you, barley old enough to be called an adult, has the hots for your best friend 38ish old dad, Toji fushiguro.

So of course you deny it. You ignore the giddy feeling in your stomach when ever your hanging out with megumi at his house and Toji smiles at you. You tell your self that the feeling will go away, but the thing is, it doesn’t. Not even now, as you stand in front of the fushiguro house, waiting for someone to answer the door bell.

Your heart jumps when the door finally opens, and your greeted with the towering sight of the man you were secretly hoping to see.

“Oh y/n, what brings you here?”

Viridescent eyes gaze into you, making you feel small and igniting a swarm of butterflies in your stomach.

“Hey Mr. fushiguro, I was just-”

“Please I told you time and time again, toji is fine.”

“Oh…” you hesitate, the word feeling foreign on your lips. “Um ok, uh, T-toji, um I’m just here to pick up something I left from last time I slept here.”

You fiddle with the hem of your skirt, shifting your weight from one foot to another.

“I see, what did you leave? If you tell me I can grab it for you.”

“NO!” Your voice comes out louder then expected, taking the grown man by surprise. “I mean uh, it’s ok it will be better if I just go up there and look for it, faster.”

Toji quirks a brow and you blush “ok then fine by me.” He moves out of the way so you can walk in and you smile.

“Thank you! I’ll be quick.”

As fast as you can, you walk up the stairs to megumis room; the path to in which you had already memorized from being her so often. Immediately, you get to work, getting on your knees and crawling all over the floor to find your stuff.

So what exactly was it that you were looking for? Well, it was your panties. Somehow they escaped your bag the last time you were sleeping over and megumi was away and unable to bring it back.

“Come on where is it….” You mumble to your self. “Where did that porcupine put it.”

Your too absorbed in your own actions to notice the door open or hear the foot steps behind you. Only when you hear the sound of a throat being cleared did you turn around.

“This what your looking for sweet heart?”

Your eyes widen at the pet name, and as if that weren’t bad enough, a full on blush washed over your face when you realized what toji was holding around his finger. It was your frilly pink panties.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you whisper, shamefully making your way to Toji who has a large grin on his face. “Thank you” you managed to squeak before snatching the cloth and putting it in your pocket.

“Your very welcome y/n.”

God why is his voice so sexy

“Um I think it’s best if I get going….” You trail off, glancing at the door, but Toji blocked it.

“Not so fast, havent you taken a look outside? It just started pouring, and it will be dangerous if I let you go home now.”

You look toward the window and low and behold he was right, it was not only pouring but windy as fuck. Where the gods trying to test you or something?

“Oh uh I’m sure it will be fine….” You mumble. There was no way you could stay here, alone, with your best friend hot dad who you were head over heels for. Who knows what embarrassing things you’d do or say. But at the same time some part of your brain was screaming at this opportunity because, you would be alone, with your best friends hot dad who you were head and over heels for.

“Nonsense. You’ll stay here until the rain stops. Come down stairs and I’ll give you some pajamas to change into.”

When you nod, a wide grin spreads at on tojis lips, like he just caught you in a trap or something. But you mentally slap yourself for thinking that. Surely he must have all good intentions.

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there's something so sick and twisted about him

i know he’s crazy but he’s the one i want

toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man. 

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear. 

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him. 

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge. 

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands. 

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul. 

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words. 

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours. 

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over. 

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start. 

Big Bad Wolf

Author's note: hey everybody!! Still trying to get through requests while juggling school right now, I hope everyone's been well! This is a reminder that both my thirst and request submissions/asks are closed! The works I've been posting are delayed requests or thirsts that I haven't been able to get to, anyways I hope you enjoy!

Request: The reader has been trying to get Toji's attention for the longest but he's been so focused with his work and practically ignoring her that she eventually starts going out on her own dates. One of them ended up being Naoya [ and probably over hears him telling her to leave Toji for him] hell or even Gojo. Toji suddenly realizes that the reader is going into heat and she's pretty much been going out with a bunch of Alpha's. When she tries to go out again, Toji isn't having it and remarks her, breeding her til he's sure she's carrying his pups. - @tojibreedingme

Warnings: nsfw 18+ minors dni, fem reader, a/b/o dynamics,breeding kink, knotting, sexual harassment, pet names, smoking, physical fight, cussing

Words: 2.7k

There's no cure for heat, well, at least not yet.

It's a cruel world omegas are subjected to - a world of harassments, fear, sex, breeding, and pain that seems infinite for those long days where your heat decides to strike.

It's not fair that an alpha's rut will last a day at most while you're subjected to at least a week of hollowing cries and slicked sheets and the constant need to be bred. It makes you nauseous; slick sheets of sweat covering your skin, hot flashes running throughout your body, so deep you can feel your bones boiling, sweat-soaked sheets that stick and slip against your skin as you writhe and crawl along the sheets in search of relief.

The only cure - known and not changed - is breeding.

And try as you might - the alpha you want seems unimpressed with your efforts, almost as if he's putting more effort into ignoring you than you are trying to get him to at least acknowledge your presence.

That's not to say you're completely out of luck as many alphas make futile attempts at courting you, flaunting themselves and expressing how strong their brood would be of carried. But you're not interested in the alphas that brag, the ones who can't actually carry on with silly claims - they harbor no proof that they'd even be good mates, refusing to mark, only interested in spreading their seed.

Tojis not like that though. Toji's quiet, he keeps to himself for the most part. Occasionally you'll hear his gruff laugh from the back of the room - obviously in response to something Naoya said. You love his laugh, the soft smile he wears for a split second before its dropped back to a straight line.

You try not to make your advancements obvious, its hard though - he's scented you a few times - though it felt as though it was out of pity (whether for you or himself, you weren't sure) the smell was damp, like a heavy must that sticks in your nose and rots your mind. It wasn't the way a scenting alpha should smell.

Whenever you'd ask him about it, nuzzling the side of his arm in an attempt to scent him, he'd merely gruff, rolling his eyes and pushing your body off of him by your head. "Don't worry 'bout it, kid." Is all he would say, and so that's all you would take, you knew not to question further.

But time was not kind to you - your maternal instincts materializing much earlier than the regular omega; your body was a on a set schedule to ensure you were bred.

Quickly, you came to the realization that the imbalanced hormones racing through your red veins were not to be dulled with the synthetic satisfaction of false knotting - your body knew you weren't engaging with an alpha and it knew you weren't being bred properly. To which, it punished you in retaliation.

Your heats were longer, much more exhausting than a normal three to four day long heat. Sweat quite literally seeped from your swollen pores, soaking your sheets and basking your body in a slick sheen of encapsulated heat. Half the time you felt as though you might die - the hot air, sweat, and slick between your legs served as a constant reminder that you had yet to fulfill your natural instinct to be bred.

By the time your grueling heat came to end, you were miserable in every sense of the word. You could barely walk, talk, let alone eat - the drenched air still stuck to your skin, a heavy cloud of nausea sank over your body.

After training, you'd sat down under a tree to finish your homework when Naoya had trotted over to you, plopping himself down beside your worn body. You knew he could smell you, hell, your fucking professors were having a hard time teaching with the invasive smell of your hormones.

"You smell good, omega." He smirked, cupping your jaw. His hands were thin and cold, the word rolling off his tongue in a sickly tone - there was no warmth to him. You felt sick; Naoya wasn't ashamed to express his intentions, logically, you knew if you were to become his mate you'd be miserable.

Naoya was not a good person - he reeked of anger and toil that soaked the air with his vicious pheromones. It made any omega within a three foot radius sick.

Looking up, your eyes met Toji's silver ones. He was a good distance away, he had a hand on the sponge of a cigarette, the bud resting against his lips. It was odd, he was unmoved - as if he was waiting. Waiting for Naoya to do something.

He could smell you. And you could smell him. It was overwhelming, his scent completely dwindled the must of Naoya's.

You felt a chill run down your spine, you shivered lightly before grabbing your things quickly, ripping your jaw from the grasp of Naoya palm and standing to your feet.

"I'm-" you looked back to see Toji, he was still watching you, though more relaxed now, his shoulders slouched and the cigarette was resting between his teeth as he fished for a lighter from the pocket of his pants.

"I-I gotta go." You gave a nervous smile before hurrying off.

The next day wasn't much different, Naoya continued to pressure you any chance he got, while Toji just... watched. You couldn't figure out what was happening - was this a team effort between the two? You'd thought it over many times and came to the conclusion that it wasn't - Toji didn't like to share, that much was evident in the way he watched you when Naoya was around, cigarette bud between his sharp teeth, legs kicked up onto the table and raven hair disheveled from sleep. And his scent... God, you swore it got stronger everyday - to the point where its all you thought about.

You wondered if the other omegas around the training center could smell him too, there was no way they couldn't. It's a heavy smell of vanilla - not a sugary vanilla, but a rich warm scent, like that of a redwood.

After training you hurried back to your tree, throwing on your headphones and picking out one of your books to study.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted by Naoya, his thin finger running a chilled line down your soft skin. Immediately you jumped back, throwing your headphones to the ground in shock.

"Naoya, what the fuck?" Panting, you scrambled to grab your bags, jumping up from the grass.

There's an unease in the way he eyes you, dark, soulless eyes stare into yours, you're merely prey to him - some toy to fuck.

"Dawhh, don't be like that," he snides, pushing himself off the ground before striding over to you - you're visibly shaken yet he still presses.

He pushes the hilt of his nose to your scent gland between your jaw and neck, it's a heavy feeling - almost like you're being suffocated in a hot room, Naoya is not supposed to be your alpha - not supposed to be anyone's alpha for that matter.

His scent was soaked in huff. Like coal to a fire, completely hard and heavy with anger. Shivering at the thought of being with him, he pushed his nose farther into your neck. God, you felt like you were going to be sick, you felt like you couldn't breathe, like he was holding your head beneath water, waiting for you to succumb to darkness.

"Naoya, please- stop." You tried, pushing against his chest but he only growled in retaliation, pushing the bud of his nose deeper into the gland.

You're struck in a panic when you feel the fang of his canine dip into the soft of your skin, pushing against him furiously. A black flash runs across your vision before Naoya's struck to the ground, white hair now disheveled and mixed with loose strands of grass.

"She said get off of her, man."

Panting, you looked to see Toji standing in front of you protectively, shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. He leaves no room to argue, turning around and cupping a large hand over your shoulder as he directs you off the training grounds.

The two of you walk some ways in silence, the rush of traffic and afternoon birds filling the empty space. Toji keeps to himself, hands tucked into the pockets of his black cargo pants and looking down to the ground, occasionally kicking at stray gravel.

It's a cruel realization - the gravity of what almost happened to you hitting you like a train. It's a sick feeling - the confusion between constantly driving for Toji's attention and only receiving it when in the face of a humiliating experience sent your mind spiraling.

"You okay?" Toji speaks so softly you almost cry, cold wind nipping your raw cheeks, tracing over your shoulder.

pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod silently, tears pour over your cheeks and you rush to wipe them away with eh back of your sleeve.

"Hey, hey, hey," Toji's quick to pull you over to a near by planter, sitting down on the cold cement of it's square and letting you stand between his legs. running his hands up and down your arms, he comforts you the best he can. "It's okay, baby, you're okay."

merely nodding, you sniffle, falling into his arms. Toji easily lifts you into his lap, cupping your head into his chest and nuzzling the top of your head and cheeks.

the scent of him is so much more comforting - vanilla and firewood that stems over your perfumed skin, blocking out any other scent besides his own.

"You smell good," you giggle waterly, grabbing the ends of your sleeves and pulling them over your hands as you bundled yourself closer to him.

Toji laughs at that, placing his chin on the top of your head, scanning the surrounding area for anything that might trigger your unstable mind. The wind blows through his hefty locks and pulls at your hoodie, you wish it wasn't the middle of winter.

"You doin' okay, pretty girl?" Toji cranes his neck to look at you, running the back of his knuckles over your cold cheek. Toji almost groans when you whine, your pheromones seeping through his cover he'd basked you in.

You smell of rose water and mint - his mind quickly clouds, a seeping coldness runs up his spine and dresses his thoughts hazily as he's thrown into a lustful fog.

"c'mon, lets get ya home, kid."

The walk to your apartment is traumatizing, you're well aware that your heat's sank into the feed of the air - any surrounding alpha making it their mission to try and mate you.

Toji's quick to show you're not interested, wrapping his coat around your smaller body and cupping you to his side protectively, "Keep your head down," he whispers to you. You can only nod, nuzzling yourself deeper into the fur of his coat.

Once you're home you immediately run to your bedroom, wrapping Toji's coat closer to you- the scent of him is invigorating, you can feel yourself sinking into the cold covers of your bed - your heat seeping through the thin fabric of your leggings.

Whining, your soft thighs rub against one another, slick pooling from your soaked cunt.

Toji can hardly breathe, he feels like he's going insane. the smell of you has his brain going haywire. His vision runs blurry - the colors of your apartment meshing together as he struggled through the hallway to your bedroom.

His mind headed little sympathy for his body, your scent sending blood rushing to his cock. He can hardly fucking think, his skin breaks out in a clammy sweat and his ears ring when you whine for him.

"Toji, please, Toji-" you're crying, sobbing into the cream colored sheets, working your leggings off and furiously rubbing at your swollen clit. You think you might throw up - everything's so blurry and the room's spinning. "Toji-"

"Shhh..." Toji runs a hand down your hot back, rubbing into the muscles of your shoulders gently.

"Toji, please, please," you reach out to him, nails digging into his rough skin. He nearly groans, having half the mind to walk out the door - the other half pulls him closer, urging him to sink his cock into you sopping heat.

"Please..." your voice brings him back, silver eyes blurring and refocusing on your hazed expression.

"Shit, don't-" he squeezes his eyes shut, turning away from you when you moan.

"Please, please Toji - need your knot," you slur, drool pooling over your lips an seeping into the silk pillow covers, "Please, need- need you ta'fill me up," you croone, arching your back as you curl your fingers in your cunt.

"Shit, don't say stuff like that, kid." his voice cracks through grit teeth, a chill runs up his spine when you whimper again.

"Toji," you cry, "need it so bad, please, please, please."

He looks you over, eyes wide with worry before he's standing up and pulling his jeans off, cock pressing against the fabric of his boxers. hissing, he pulls the band of his boxers over his hips, letting his cock spring up.

You nearly drool at the sight - his tip red and swollen, a pearl of precum sits at his slit.

"Please..." you whisper again, spreading your knees across your damp bed sheets.

"I know, I know, shhh..." Toji move behind you gently, pulling the lips of your cunt apart with one hand while the other pulled at the base of his length. you moan at his touch, chills running up and down your legs.

he takes pity on your poor body, running his tip along your folds, "You sure, honey?"

Nearly hysterical, you reach back at him, pawing at his thigh helplessly, "please, need you, please need you" you cry through a broken chant.

"Shhh... okay, okay, pretty girl." Toji's gentle as he runs his hand over the dent of your back, pressing his swollen tip into your heat with a hiss.

Your cunt throbs when he sinks into you, heavy huffs of breath against the shell of your ear as he begins to pound into you.

"Feel so fuckin' good-" his balls slap against your clit, dragging moans up the back of your raw throat. "Gonna breed this tight lil' pussy, gonna fill ya'up."

Shivering beneath him, your arms nearly give out before Toji's catching your trembling body and pulling you up to rest your back against his thick chest.

"T-Toji..." your mind is spiraling, eyes rolling into the back of your head and fat tears bubbling over your lashes.

"Gonna let me breed you, baby?" His his breath hot against the shell of your ear, "Want me to mate you, fill ya' up with my babies?"

Your cunt throbs, thighs trembling and hands grasping at the Toji's thick black hair. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," you're chanting, tears welling up again, the veins of his cock dragging against your gummy walls.

"Shhh...shhh," Toji traps you back to his chest again, balls clapping the fat of your ass, "Need words baby, want me to fuck your tight lil' cunt, give you babies, give you a whole fuckin' litter?"

You keen, moaning a sharp "yes!" Before you're being flipped over onto your back, Toji pushing your thighs up over his shoulders, sinking back into the warmth of your cunt.

"Pull your legs back, sweetie," he coaches, "Feel so fuckin' good fr'me."

"Oh... oh!" You squeal, the tip of Toji's cock runs along your g-spot gently, "Toji, please, please want you to fill me up, please."

"I know, I know," Toji pulls you up some, pressing his lips to yours. His thrusts grow sloppy, sweat-slicked skin slides against your own, the sounds are nearly pornographic.

"Gonna cum," Toji grunts, slipping his hands beneath your ass, pressing himself to the hilt inside you. "Ohh fuck, oh fuck." He groans, head nuzzling the side of your jaw.

"Gonna fuckin' breed you."

"Please, please," is all you can manage before he's sinking his teeth into your scent mark, his knot swelling as he fills your cunt with seed.

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl," he coos, lapping at the bleeding bite, "Fuuuuckkkkk."

Whimpering, your nails dig into the skin of his arms, gasping at the swell of his cock. "Mmh-" your breath hitches in your throat.

Toji thrusts weakly a couple times before settling into your hold, cock twitching in your heat. He chuckles at your blissed-out expression, pressing a kiss to your forehead gently. "Pretty girl," he nuzzles your neck.