HOW HE WOULD SOUND MOANING JJK EDITION

a series of images that all have absolutely nothing in common and are definitely just random screenshots

daddy’s girl

⋮ pairing :: stepdad!toji x f!reader

⋮ content warning :: DARK CONTENT AHEAD. somnophilia, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, degradation (slut), stepcest, age gap, use of ‘daddy’, creampie

⋮ word count :: 1.4k

⋮ notes :: toji is hot and i caved. that man can ruin me. i hope you like this, for you @kissmeomi <3

Do you rub your thighs together every time you catch a glimpse of Toji’s bare body in the morning? Do you feel the overwhelming urge to pounce on him each time your gaze manages to fall to the outline of his dick against his sweatpants? Do you touch yourself to the thought of him sinking himself into you each night?

Toji smirks thinking of it—because he knows you do.

Tonight is perfect.

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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.

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pairing: toji x babysitter!reader

genre: smut

word count: 2.8k

content warnings: fem!reader. infidelity. unprotected sex. oral (f receiving). fingering. creampie. multiple orgasms. dirty talk. spit. mating press. cockwarming. breeding. age gap. reader is in 20s. toji is in his 40s. minors dni!

synopsis: nothing could possibly happen when your boss offers you a massage late at night while his wife sleeps in their bedroom upstairs… right?

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Thinking about aftercare with Toji <3

Hes so gentle with you as your high slowly dwindles, stroking at the dip of your back as you shake beneath him. Tears are still pouring over your raw cheeks and wetting the vanilla sheets under your tired and trembling body.

Sometimes its hard to breathe when you come down, your mind scrambling to grasp onto something and you nearly panic before you're grounded by Toji's voice and soft pets to your arms. "You're okay, kid," he presses a kiss to your swollen cheek, "M'right here."

He lets you cling to him as you breathe shakily, sobs bubbling up in your throat before you can stop them. Toji's so attentive, he's looking down at you, thumb stroking the soft of your cheek when he sees your eyes fill with tears and feels you tense in his arms as you struggle to hold the sobs back. "It's okay, sweetie," he says with a nod and warm smile, "you can cry."

Your chin trembles for a second before you're full blown out sobbing and throwing your face into the heat of his chest. Toji coos at you, pressing you closer to him as he rolls the two of you over, hand pressing your head to his chest as he places kisses to your forehead.

It's not until you've stopped shaking and your sobs have softened into small whimpers that Toji realizes you're quickly falling asleep, he moves to stand up, pulling you with him. "Nooo, I wanna sleep," you whine, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you down stairs.

"I know, sweetie, but you gotta drink something," he places you onto the cold counter top and you shiver lightly, "shh," Toji runs his hand up and down your thigh in an attempt to warm your soft skin as he digs through the fridge beside you.

He settles on a loaf of bread and water, throwing the bagged rye bread onto the counter and filling up a small glass before handing it to you. "Small sips, sweetheart," he pinches your cheek and you squeal with a giggle, rubbing the place where he pinched you.

"That hurt!" Toji only rolls his eyes as he pulls the bread onto a paper towel, ripping it up into small mashed pieces for you to munch on once your throats cleared up. You take a couple gulps of your water and Toji raises an eyebrow at you before you sheepishly smile, drinking smaller portions as he smiles with a nod.

Once you're finished, you push your glass away from you on the counter, throwing your hands into your lap with a sigh.

"All done?" He asks and you nod happily, Toji smiles, handing you a small mushed up bread ball but before you were able to take it, he pulled it away from you, "what are we not gonna do?" He stares at you deadpanned.

"Eat it all in one bite," you smile and Toji nods before handing it over to you.

"Don't need a repeat of last time." He mumbles, pulling open his book, he leans against the counter and watches you eat, talking to you as you do so and occasionally handing you your glass of water to drink from when he decides you need it and mushing up more bread for you when you want it.

After Toji notices you've begun to slow down and you're yawning almost between every bite, he stores his book away and makes his way over to you, standing between your legs and stealing a couple of small bread balls before pulling you into his chest.

He lets you fall asleep in his arms, deciding he'll carry you upstairs later, for now though, he just wants to hold you, just hold you, basked in the morning sun and pink hue of the sky, eating mushed bread and drawing soft circles into your back.

toji + lactation kink

this is wonderful oh

he’d definitely be obsessed with you during pregnancy. that man wouldn’t let you breathe for a second. always holding you, always having an arm around you or touching you in a way.

and oh, he’d particularly take liking in your full plump tits, full of milk, having started lactating before your second trimester hit and ever since seeing little drops of milk drip down your nipples to your soft round belly, he just couldn’t stop staring directly at your breasts whenever he had the chance to.

even though there was nothing to be ashamed of as it was a normal part that came with pregnancy, you still were a bit insecure about it because whenever you heard a child crying on the television, your body would immediately take that as a sign for milk to start dripping from your nipples.

but toji loved it. that man would fuck you nice and good and then suck at your tits after breeding your cunt full. he loved it, loved you, loved how even more beautiful the pregnancy made you. you were quite literally glowing.

he’d squeeze at your nipples gently to feel few drops drip on his fingers, licking them to taste the delicious milk that his pregnant lady produced, being so fucking proud of you how you took the whole journey like a champ, he was so fucking proud to have you as the mother of his child.

he’d fondle and rub at your sore tits, letting you complain to him how full and heavy they felt, almost crying because oh, it was really unbearable at times, the older giving you a few suckles and kisses at each sensitive breast while rubbing at your tummy, tasting you just like that.

in all honesty, that man would be like a lunatic when it’d come to your full tits of milk, never having realized that something like that would turn him on but oh, fucking you while being able to taste your milk and help you ease the pain? what more could he ask for?

Just Add Water

𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Toji Fushiguro x f!reader

Genre: Smut Notes: Ending the week with daddy, is anyone surprised? Warnings: 18+, squirting, vaginal sex implied, consensual encounters, mean!Megumi, vibrator teasing, cheating, daddy kink, overstimulation, noncon eavesdropping. Words: 1.4k

Toji has never had a problem with you since you started dating Megumi. You’ve always been quite timid and shy but you’re always so polite when you come over to spend the night. He likes that you seem to be a good influence on his kid. You’ve helped him with his career path and saving up to get a place of his own for the two of you. And you’re definitely a hard worker. An office job and a job as a waitress at a local café must take its toll on your body. Which is why he can understand why you always seem to have such slow, lazy sex with his son. The walls are thin, it’s not like he’s listening on purpose. Though even he can’t deny how his cock stiffens as he imagines your perfect body and sweet faces as you writhe and moan as you’re filled to the brim with cock. He ignores it, usually, but tonight was a little different. Your moans are much louder than usual. He could clearly hear that you were even cumming louder than usual.

“M-Megumi, ‘m sorry! That’s never happened before…” you tell him as you cover yourself in the duvet, utterly ashamed of the mess you’ve made of his bedsheets.

“It’s… ugh. It’ll be fine, but… a little warning, maybe? I could have put some towels down or something.” he sighs as he realises he’s going to have to put fresh bedding on before the two of you go to sleep. “Didn’t realise I was dating a porn star, s’all.” he continues.

“P-Please don’t make fun,” you respond as your lip wobbles while you attempt to hold back your tears. You don’t think you have ever felt so awful. You really don’t believe you could feel any worse if you tried. “You know I didn’t mean it. I guess it just felt so… good.” you speak, trying to justify yourself and hope to earn his forgiveness.

Toji is dying for one of you to just say the damn word. He’s certain he knows what happened. What you did. What the two of you are getting at. But he needs confirmation. That isn’t so hard understand, is it? His heart is hammering away in anticipation. Just say it. Just fucking say it.

“Sorry. Maybe I’m trying to make light of things since you practically wet the bed. I’m a little grossed out, I guess. I… I think I’ll sleep on the couch and clean up tomorrow, you take the spare room.” he tells you.

You don’t remember your boyfriend being so mean. Angsty? Sure. Moody? Absolutely. But mean? Never, not to you at least. Even Toji can’t believe his ears. Of course he knows his son can be a miserable little prick at times but he never thought he’d take it out on you. He still doesn’t have the verbal confirmation of what happened, but he knows. Megumi is a fool for being so disgusted at what you did.

It’s one of Toji’s favourite things in the world.

That’s why he is waiting for his chance to pounce once he hears Megumi go downstairs. He’s lingering, hovering around his bedroom door as he waits for the creaky floorboards to tell him you’re going to the guest room.

There it is.

The door swings open and you just about died of fright.

“Toji, Jesus Christ you scared the shit out of me.” you whisper, trying to keep your voice down and avoid irritating Megumi even more.

“Come here,” he insists, widening his bedroom door and demanding you follow, “you’ve been cryin’.” he bluntly confesses he’s been listening to you as you wait in the door frame. You’re unsure of what to do. It seems a little weird to go into your soon-to-be father in law’s room in the dead of night.

“I think I’m going to go to bed, actually.” you tell him, turning away and facing the direction of the spare room.

“Darlin’, your eyes are as swollen as golf balls. Really don’t think I could live with myself if you cry yourself to sleep on your lonesome.” he sighs.

You want to leave but there’s something so intoxicating about him that you can’t pull away. You’re trying to walk one way but your feet is taking you the other. The door is shutting behind you and you’re sitting next to him on his enormous bed. There’s a look in his eye, a look that’s making your heart race. It’s carnal. Predatory. Your heart is beating in your ears, and you know you’ve made a mistake by coming in here.

“Is there something you need from me, Toji?” you wonder, wide-eyes filled to the brim with tears. You choke on your rational thinking as Toji hovers over you. His knee between your thighs and driving into your messy cunt. “I don’t… I don’t like this, Toji. What are you—?”

“It sounded like my son didn’t appreciate your talent,” he snarls, “but I do. Will you let daddy show you how much?” he wonders. You begin stuttering and stammering like a nervous child. He heard you? Does he always hear the two of you being intimate with each other?

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about. M-My talent?” you question. He laughs, resting his forehead against yours.

“You squirted, didn’t you?” he presses. Your eyes scrunch closed in embarrassment, but he kisses your cheek hoping you’ll open them again. “I love makin’ pretty pussies gush like that f’me. Megumi’s a fool. I’ll let you ruin my bed and I’ll praise you for it. I’ll make you do it again and again until that is the only reason you’re cryin’. What do you say?”

He’s so brash. But since you met Toji he’s never been one to mince his words. He’s so cocksure and certain of himself. He loves making dirty jokes and isn’t shy about bringing random women home. This, however, is a new level of brazenness. You’re dating his son and he’s propositioning you like he’s asking for a stick of gum. Your mouth falls open and closes again and again. What can you even say? It’s unbelievable. Unthinkable. And yet…

“I- yes. God, fuck, please. I want you. Make me do it.”

“Fuuuuuck, sweetheart. Yes, just like that.” he moans in your ear as he forces your fourth orgasm out of you. Positively dousing the bedding in your release. You can’t believe you’ve got anything left to give. But you do, and you want to do it again. Although you’re not sure you can.

“T-Toji, please. I don’t think—” you’re interrupted as he puts the vibration settings of his Hitachi wand to the highest possible. Your head lolling back and resting on his shoulder as he kisses your exposed neck.

“That’s right, baby. Don’t fuckin’ think. Just cum everywhere, alright? Daddy wants you to fucking cum like a good little girl for him.” he whispers.

He wraps his arm around your torso to prevent you from bucking as wildly. He’s so big and strong, you think if you cum one more time you might melt against him. It’s hard to breathe. It’s hard to focus on cumming again when you’re so fucked out. It didn’t come as a shock to discover he owned a vibrator. It’s his ace in the hole to keep women wanting more. More him. And unfortunately for you, after this, you think you may have fallen for it.

“You’re so beautiful when you moan…” he tells you quietly. You’re biting your lower lip as you finally feel the steady climb of an orgasm vibrate through your clit. You feel it in your lower stomach, your legs, your toes. It’s close. “Gorgeous when you cum f’me… when you mess daddy’s bed up. Mmpf, baby. Can you feel how hard I am? Gonna make you cum even harder when I fuck you. But you gotta give me one more… give me one—”

“Nngh—!” you cry, water evading your pussy as he finally coaxes what he wants from you. He doesn’t pull the vibrator away, knowing fine well that it’s too much for you to handle. A large, heavy palm covers your mouth to stop you from screaming into the lecherous air you had created together. He gives you a chance to relax, to breathe. It’s your first break since you got started.

Fuck.

You can see the light pouring through the trees.

“We shouldn’t tell Megumi about this…” you breathe. “But let’s do that again.”

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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.

Toji with a size kink pls 🥺

- size kink

warnings/tags: size kink, dirty talk, afab reader

a/n: the way i was like literally abt to write for this one day omg i was thinking about it so much lmao

“pl-ease toji,” you plead, tears sliding down your damp cheek while you moved yourself on your husbands cock. the most he could muster was a sloppy grin while he pressed hot kisses to the side of your neck, cock plunging in and out of your sopping wet heat.

you snaked a finger down to circle your bud, squealing from the overwhelming pressure you were feeling. toji pulled away from your body for a moment, eyes steadily watching where the two of you were connected. the grin on his face widened a bit and his pace slowed, cock sliding inside of you leisurely. he watched your face scrunch in pleasure, tongue lolling to the side.

you were so cute.

“look at that,” he grunted, pulling out completely for a moment before shoving his fat cock back inside of you. he couldn’t help but admire the way you suck him back in, tiny hole struggling to fit his entire length inside. still, you were trying your hardest, gripping onto the bedsheets beneath you while your body convulsed.

he loves the way you clench on him. it’s just that- your pussy’s so tiny, but it feels so perfect for him. he loves being bigger than you in all aspects. loves how fat his cock is to the point where he struggles fitting inside of you. loves watching you cry out when he finally bottoms out in your tight hole, fingers instantly pinching your clit to distract you from the burn.

he loves how good he feels inside you. his top kisses your cervix while he fucks himself inside of you, small pants and grunts falling from his own sinful lips. “god,” he cries into your neck, pace still as slow as possible, dragging out your orgasm. “this fucking pussy, baby- creamin’ my cock so fucking good.” his words are so dirty in your ear but they only make you react more, pussy buzzing and gushing on his cock until his base is visibly covered in your juices.

he loves the way he cages you in when he’s on top, large hands gripping onto the fat of your hips while he’s on the verge of spilling. he’s gonna cum. he’s gonna fill your pussy to the brim as much as possible, slow place speeding into a sloppier, but quicker one. he knows you’re gonna cum too, judging by the way you squeeze him just the way he likes it.

you can’t help but scream into his chest while you cum, goosebumps littering your skin while you cover his cock in your cream. more tears and falling from your eyes and he keeps going, cockhead bullying your sweet spot until finally, he’s shooting a load just as big as his cock inside of you.

he’s so big. his cock, his arms, his hands. he loves it. you love it.