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Toji smut // Trying for a baby
You straddled Toji after an affectionate love making with him, Toji was nothing but meticulous when it came to you, and now he was getting you pregnant, he was even more so.
"You too tired old man?" You were 27, Toji was 35. You grinned cheekily. He gripped your hips and thrusted into you roughly. You gasped, hands falling to Toji's hard muscular torso. His hips jutted upwards easily despite your weight on him. ---- "Please, Toji." You trembled tiredly, your body was exhausted and yet Toji didn't stop rocking his hips into yours. You're on your back in missionary, but your begging for mercy makes Toji press you into a mating press and going even harder. Your mouth opens, no complaints are released as you whine, Toji grins. He slows down to give you some reprieve, at least you think so, until he begins to slowly thrust as deep as he can. ----
After showering and cleaning up, he laughed at the sudden shyness you had around him. "Come here baby," he pulls you in, "You're so cute, I'm just making sure you get pregnant." His hands hold the fat of your stomach, "Our baby is going to be here." He kisses your temple.
i can’t breathe over this tiktok yall omg omg omg
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.
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
wrote this in may ^^ didn’t like it at the time but it’s grown on me so wanted to share! we love dilfs with black lungs on this page WHO CHEERED
toji x reader
warnings: smoking, sfw
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toji’s steel toed work boots thump audibly as he treks backwards towards your bed. the older man fiddles with a knitted plush he has cupped in his hands, flexing its little arms with a half-amused chuckle.
“real cute setup you’ve got here.” he tells you, acting like he doesn’t practically live at your place most days. he kicks off his ridiculously heavy footwear and sinks down on the bed, throwing the plushie somewhere behind him.
toji pulls you into his lap once you reach him, palming the back of your thighs with a sigh. your smaller hands snake around the curve of his biceps, squeezing back with a smile.
you notice the slight tremble in his hands as he rubs a lock of your hair between his fingers, tired eyes flirting back and forth like they’re looking for something.
“when’s the last time you had a smoke? you ask him, pulling his under-eye down to peer at his bloodshot waterline.
“would have after work but wanted to beat the traffic.” he laughs, swatting your hand away with a sigh.
“here” you tell him, bracing yourself on his thigh to reach for one of his lighters he left on your nightstand.
“fuck. you don’t mind?” he asks, already reaching into his back pocket to pull out a carton of marlboro reds. he smacks the box into his palm a couple times, shaking a stick loose and placing it between his teeth.
“i like the smell i guess. reminds me of you.” you bring the zippo to the end of his mouth, tongue flitting out in concentration.
toji sucks the filter a couple times, turning the end a bright red. the acrid smell of tobacco hits your nose as smoke trails from either side of his lips, rising and tangling with the mesh sashes of your bedroom canopy.
he turns to exhale a plume of hot smoke towards the foot of your bed, rubbing your back as though to thank you for your leniency.
“wanna try a little?” he hold the cig up between two fingers, shaking it like he would a dog treat.
“i prefer something a little lighter.” you giggle. as much as the smell of burning tobacco comforted you, you couldn’t fathom how toji handled the taste.
“that fruity electric shit aint’ smoking pretty girl.” he laughs, patting your hip to make up for his teasing. you see the tremble in his hand gradually fade away as he takes in more and more of the smoke.
“fruity?” you laugh, recalling your embarrassing assortment of dessert flavored vapes.
“don’t care if it’s got the same ingredients as these.” he starts, reaching his hand out your window to ash soft grey embers to the wind. “you’d never see me taking hits off nothing strawberry shortcake flavored.”
you scoff at the older man’s jest, sitting further back in his lap to look at him. toji takes another drag, looking back at you with an infuriatingly charming smile.
“at least i’m not addicted.” you tease
“i’ll quit when i want to.” he tells you, holding the filter to your glossy lips. “here. just try it for me.”
you nod, leaning to suckle on the yellow filter in front of you. warm, thick fingers close around the base of your skull, holding you there.
toji takes the cig from you, immediately placing the flutter between his lips and rubbing calloused hands along your sides.
“you holding it?” he chuckles, waiting for you to cough out the bitter smoke.
you make due on his assumption, doubling over with a laugh and a fit of smoky grey hacks and coughs.
“awww.” toji jests, rubbing your back as the last of the smoke leaves your lungs.
“yeah nothing like that strawberry shortcake huh.” you can practically see the one sided smirk on his face.
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.
FUELED APOLOGY ☾
angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match
tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,
the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…
he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.
“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.
you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.
“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.
it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.
yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.
“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.
he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!
his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.
you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.
you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.
so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—
“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.
“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“
“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.
“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“
“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.
“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“
“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.
“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“
“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—
“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“
“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.
he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?
“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”
“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.
toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”
“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.
“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.
“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.
“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”
“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”
“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“
“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.
“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.
“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.
“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.
“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.
the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?
“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”
you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.
“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.
your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.
your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.
especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.
your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.
his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.
the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.
you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—
“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.
“what—“
“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.
“what’s wrong?”
“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?
“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?
“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.
“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“
“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.
“toji we need to get you ready—“
“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.
“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.
“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—
“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“
“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“
“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.
“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.
“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.
“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.
“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.
“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”
“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.
“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.
“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“
“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.
“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.
“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.
“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.
“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.
you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.
“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—
“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.
“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”
“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.
“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.
“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.
“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.
“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.
you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—
“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.
you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.
your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…
once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—
“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”
you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.
you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.
everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—
pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.
“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.
“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”
“how so?” he raises a brow.
“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.
“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.
“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.
“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”
his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”
he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.
just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹
FUELED APOLOGY ☾
angry sex w mma toji, minutes before a match
tags — heavy nsfw, locker room sex, slight exhibitionism (they can def hear), angry toji, marked upp, dumbification, spit kink, cum dump, fingering, locker room sex, soft toji, apologetic toji, biting, unprotected,
the silent treatment was probably the single most annoying thing you could possibly do to toji. he’ll take anything else, yelling, screaming, hitting, kicking… just acknowledge him. but when you’re dead silent, blank stare; pretending he doesn’t even exist! now that makes him feel like shit…
he couldn’t even grasp the depths of your anger, until you began giving him the cold shoulder.
“you can’t answer a text anymore?” he’s leaning over the couch, eye bags dark and heavy, considering he stayed up all night waiting for you to come back home.
you don’t even look at him. you’re just taking off your shoes and padding your way to the bedroom. the door slamming shut. even when he slides under the covers, completely exhausted, his fingers grazing your arm filled with goosebumps, you slide further away.
“stop acting like a child—“ he honestly should’ve kept his mouth shut, next thing he knows, you were grabbing a pillow and dragging your feet down to the living room. he groans into the covers.
it didn’t matter that he’d come down after a few minutes. his fingers brushing your cheek before gently scooping you into his arms and carrying back into bed. his lips brushing your cheek in your deep sleep, so he can doze off beside you. finally able to sleep.
yet the morning would come and you’d be gone again, until he’s staying up again, waiting for you.
“seriously?” he immediately follows you into the bedroom as you ignore his greeting. “I fucking get it, now will you talk to me? I know you’re pissed, so just fucking give it to me!” his chest was boiling as he watched you pull off your clothes, stepping into the shower.
he sat quietly on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, resting his head back as he watched you shower through the steamed glass. his mind was shutting down, he didn’t like fighting with you. he knew he had a temper, and he could be stubborn, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything for you!
his eyes fluttered open hearing you step out of the shower. rubbing his eyes, gaze set on your movements, his following the water droplets slide down the small of your back. the pretty way your nipples start to perk from the change in temperature.
you had to swallow your own love in order to walk past the tired man. he’s been overworking himself these past couple of weeks in order to get in shape for this upcoming match. you wanted to do your best to support him.
you hated seeing him so stressed all the time. but when you decided to try and help him when he was out training on the beach with his team, sprinting from one end to the other. you wanted him to know that you were there for him. even though you were busy with your uni classes and stressed from your own shit, you didn’t want toji to think he was alone.
so you brought your work to the beach, as he trained. was it really support when you’re laughing and chatting and letting every guy known to man, hit on you?! the emperor of mma wasn’t insecure. he knew you’d never do anything. yet, it still sent his blood sizzling, upset that you came here, all for you to start talking to these men—
“y/n!” the sudden shout of your name had your ears perking up, eyes shifting to the broad shouldered man, heaving by the ocean. you didn’t hesitate to grab the energy drink, happy that you can finally help as you sprinted to your boyfriend.
“how’s training? i was getting worried since you haven’t taken a break in so long—“
“what’re you doing?” the cut in his sentence had your brows pinching, still waiting for him to take the drink from your hands.
“nothing? was just waiting for yo—“
“nothing?” he repeats, his green eyes were as dark as the night forest.
“um…” you itch your cheek awkwardly. “i think you’re tired, I also brought some protein bars and sandwiches. just eat one—“
“go home,” he takes the drink from your hand. your eyes shift to his.
“I’ll leave in a couple minutes, I’m just—“
“I don’t wanna fucking see you right now. you’re distracting me, and it’s not helping!” he couldn’t make excuses. was it his fault? he was tired, and you were distracting, laughing and chatting away with these strangers—
“i didn’t mean to distract you. I came to—“
“I didn’t ask. so thanks, but you can leave now,” toji turns away from you, handing back the drink. “text me when you get ho—“ he glances over his shoulder to see you already grabbing your things and leaving.
he was praying that he didn’t fuck this up. especially when he didn’t get a text from you, of course he had to spam your phone with messages asking if you got home safely. was it a relief when he came home to see you already asleep?
“y/n?” his voice is low as he kneels beside the bed, palm gently holding your cute face. so soft. your eyes slowly open, brows pinched as you look at him. “why didn’t you text me?”
“didn’t wanna be a distraction,” your words laced with tired sarcasm.
toji drops his head, letting out a sigh. “seriously?”
“seriously, what?” you snap, sitting up on your elbow.
“it’s not a big deal. I was stressed,” toji’s hand drops on the mattress, as he rubs his eye.
“whatever,” you didn’t even want to bother anymore. you turn over, not wanting to talk to him, but the grip on your shoulder told you otherwise.
“you’re not done talking,” he looks at your pinched expression, clearly pissed off. “what do you want me to do? apologize?”
“you’re such a dick sometimes,” you push his hand away from you. “I was trying to support you, and you don’t even care.”
“I do care!” he groans, why is this so difficult for him? “I just don’t need every dude with a fucking dick, hitting on you—“
“do you not trust me?” you’re practically glaring, which toji hates.
“stupid ass question,” he huffs, standing up. “you don’t think I trust you?” he’s pulling off his dirty clothes, tossing them to the side.
“no I don’t think so,” you sit up, face hurting from how long you’ve been frowning.
“then you’re causing problems for no fucking reason!” he slams the bathroom door, causing the entire room to shake.
“dick,” you mutter, biting your cheek as you hug your legs.
the cold shower was honestly what he needed. once the freezing water hit his back, it ultimately cooled his heated mind. what the fuck did he just start?
“sweetheart?” toji dries his face as he steps out the bathroom. immediately noticing the empty bed. “fuck me.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” toji is pressing his face in your neck, big body hugging your small frame as the steam from the shower slowly slips out. you don’t answer, just twisting the knife even deeper. you were angry, still. “are you gonna come tomorrow?”
you squirt some moisturizer on your fingers, before rubbing it on your face. his chin rests on your shoulder as he watches you through the mirror. if only his fans saw how much of a baby he gets when you give him the silent treatment. he could almost cry right now.
“y/n, please,” his arm squeezes your middle tighter, his beefy arms completely latched onto you as you don’t even bother to meet his gaze. “i need you there.” he mutters quietly. he was so tired, so when you ignore him again he decides to pull himself away.
your heart clenched. were you being too mean? you crawl onto the bed after getting dressed, he’s already asleep. his chest rising and falling as he kept his arm outstretched, an unconscious habit once you started dating, the invitation for your body to snuggle into him, always there.
your fingers gently caress his cheek, sitting beside his chest as you watch the deep even breaths. he always looks so peaceful. his body exuded warmth, practically seducing you into his arms. you wondered if he’ll be alright. yes, you were giving him the cold shoulder, but that didn’t mean you didn’t care.
especially with his habit of fucking you. was he going to be alright. it wasn’t impossible for him not to fuck before a match, but if he didn’t, it usually made him more aggressive in the cage. a couple warnings from the referee was not uncommon.
your lips softly pressed against his, eyes closing as you felt his own lips push back. your heart skipped a beat…he always has this effect on you.
his arm snaked around your waist, laying you down as he immediately hugged your middle, letting your inviting arms hug his shoulders as you caressed his hair coaxing him to sleep.
the moment was so intimate. you almost forgot you were still angry with him. however, toji most certainly did not forget. especially as the stadium erupted in cheers and applause as the fans awaited their fighters.
you sat in the front row. of course you came, you knew how much he’s been training. this silent treatment shit was not going to stop you from still supporting him….but….you felt your heart ache for a moment….it still felt like shit. felt like shit when he wouldn’t acknowledge what you do for him—
“y/n,” tojis manager, shiu’s hand suddenly brought you back.
“what—“
“can you come with me?” shiu was already dragging you up, holding your shoulder as he escorted you.
“what’s wrong?”
“he won’t stop asking for you,” shiu was stressed, clearly. it was less than half an hour before the match, what could possible be wrong with toji?
“did something happen??” you’re suddenly panicking, moving quickly down the hallway. what’s wrong? is he injured? does he feel sick?
“I don’t know, he’s not answering anyone,” you’re bursting into the locker room, eyes immediately falling onto the fighter sitting on the bench, hunched over, face in his hands.
“toji?” you’re immediately leaning down, your hands carefully on top of his as you try to speak. “what’s wrong—“
“everyone out,” toji snaps, his team all looking at one another panicked.
“toji we need to get you ready—“
“everyone fucking out or I’m not doing this match!” he shouts, startling you, but you look over at shiu nodding your head. trying to give them some kind of reassurance.
“we’re waiting outside,” shiu rubs his face, as he closes the door behind the last person. your attention now shifting back to your boyfriend.
“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the lockers, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest—
“toji!” you gasp, breath heavy as you meet his gaze. “what’s going on—“
“I do need you,” he groans, aggressively shoving his shorts down to allow his very erect cock to spring out, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don’t ignore me again, i fucking hate it!” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining. “answer me—“
“toji, they’re outside—“ but he’s already pulling your panties off, lifting your skirt as he drags his fingers through your folds.
“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.
“you never apologized,” you turn your cheek away, disconnecting his lips from yours as you try and catch your breath. “I came here to support you, but that doesn’t mean I forgive you,” your jaw clenched, trying to hold your composure, only to yelp as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.
“you’re pissing me off,” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. “still have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.
“toji—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. so embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.
“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”
“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.
“you’re such a baby,” he laughs, eyes dark and lips curling, because this was not your toji, no. pre-match toji was a whole different person. he could not afford a single warning or a threat of disqualification in this match.
“I’m not, you’re just a dick—“
“what else?” he can’t help the heat rushing south as he hears your fueled words. suddenly pumping blood into his veins, and his dick.
“you’re mean, and you take me for granted. you don’t apologize unless I ignore you—“ toji groans, as he pumps his hefty cock to your words, still able to hold your up, as he aligns his pulsing cock with your dripping wet folds.
“how mad are you baby?” he’s practically panting.
“fuck you,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.
“fucking took out my eardrums, puppy,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the night before a match, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.
you were an absolute mess, crying and letting out broken moans as he pumped his hot cock in your tight hole.
“can’t talk anymore? thought you had so much to say, pup?” he’s sucking your lips, smiling at how swollen and used they’ve gotten as he picks up the pace. the lewd echoes bounced off the walls, your body burning from embarrassment, but it didn’t matter—
“to-toji….do ah hahh you….uh uh..need me?” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. such a mess in such a small time.
“of course I—ungh do,” his teeth pull at your bottom lip. kissing you over and over as he draws near his climax. your nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders, pulling at the skin as you feel bite at your neck. “you’re my biggest fucking fan, and I’ll always need you,” his jaw is clenching as he feels your pussy spasming around him. “you cummin’ pup?”
“mhm? ahh— mm oji!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. you’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.
“too much…ahhh—wait!” the lockers were shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.
“you’re everything, y/n,” your cheeks flare, you loved when he called you nicknames. but when he moans out your name, you can’t help the butterflies that break out. “I love you, so much,” his head tilts back as he shoves his hips deeper in, releasing warm globs of white cum into your warm pussy.
“don’t….ignore…me,” he sighs, thrusting more as you bite your lip, tears sliding down your cheeks as you feel the last bit of his heavy load finally come out as he pulls out. he still holds you up, pumping his cock to release the excess amount of cum on your nasty pussy.
“goes both ways,” you cup his cheeks, bringing him to your lips, smiling as he caresses your ass, giving it a firm slap.
you stumble on your feet, going over to the sink to rinse yourself down there. grabbing a towel—
“keep it in,” his lips nibble at your neck as he runs a hand down between your legs cupping your pussy. your cheeks sting, feeling his big fingers scoop at his cum and shoving it back in, your hand falling to his thick forearm as he pats your cute tummy with his other hand. “you’re my good luck charm, sweetheart,” he licks the bruise on your neck, dropping to his knees to kiss your pussy.
you almost whine, watching him smile up at you, desperate to hold in your composure, especially when he gives you a wink covering your cute little pussy with your panties, and giving it a cute kiss again.
your face was red as he called the team back in. no one said a word about what they obviously heard, especially with the way they avoided looking at you, specifically since toji was staring daggers at them for even asking you if you needed some water….I mean considering what they heard…
once they finished wrapping his gloves, shiu was escorting you back to your seat—
“y/n,” the soft call, immediately had your head turning. eyes so bright as he smiled…a gentle tug, that had your heart skipping a beat. “I am sorry.”
you can only nod, trying to keep your smile from taking over. “i know,” and so does he. all you wanted to know is that he felt remorseful, something that will acknowledge what he did and that he’ll do better, because that’s all you can ask for.
you definitely were a good luck charm. the moment the bell rang, announcing his win, the audience was going batshit crazy. people screaming, and cheering as flashes from photographers blinded the stadium.
everyone already knew his routine. it was even more gossip and cheers when they noticed the marks on his back—
pushing past the cameras and the annoying speakers, until he was jumping down from the cage and letting you leap into his arms, lips latching onto his as he held you up. the matching bruises was definitely something for twitter to run with.
“you liked it?” he muttered against your lips, only for your ears.
“ya! you always look so cool!” you gush, your cute smile sending his heart swelling, your words always hitting him. “I love seeing you fight! but you can be so mean.”
“how so?” he raises a brow.
“some rounds they can’t even catch a break,” you empathize.
“that’s the point, baby,” his hand unconsciously rubs your back, settling you down as you talk to him. your fingers unconsciously caressing the nape of his neck, careful of his own bruises.
“nuh-uh, the point is to have fun….and win—but like you know what I mean,” you roll your eyes, only to look back at toji hearing him laugh. your own lips curling into a smile.
“I guess so,” he dips his head, lips pressing to your warm cheek. “i just need you here to remind me.”
his arms wrap around you, lips brushing yours. “just stay with me…” his kiss was soft. “I’ll be better…just for you.”
he will. unless he wants to loose you. he can change for a princess.
just smt ab mma toji😫 so toxic but so sweet🥹
*runs in*
colllege athlete!au where jjk men see you in their varsity jacket and just goes batshit crazy. They defo win the game afterwards and fuck you in it, best orgasm of your life.
*runs out*
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a/n: MY LORD .......................... YOU JUST UNLOCKED SUM IN ME ICY !!!!! discussions of p -> v sex, unprotected sex, breeding, oral f! receiving, name calling, semi-public sex, long LONG post
gojo would def be the one to suggest it at first. hes even offering to buy two jackets just for you but then youre like “but i dont want you to waste money satoru... plus i want it to smell like you..!” omg that makes gojo cum on the spot lmfao. but is mostly caught off guard when you first wear it - it happens when its the half time of the game and his team is not doing particularly well bc he made u a little upset the night before and he felt bad :( youve been on his mind for the whole game and hes so distracted poor boy. but u also think you were being a little childish in how you reacted, so youre stealing his varsity jacket way earlier than he leaves and hes so confused when that morning he cant find it. shows up to the game in another jacket and got an earful from his coach that no one really likes, and bc theyre doing so badly, at half time the coach didnt want to meet with them for pep talk either. boo fuck the coach but anyway, youre rushing down to the lockets and whatnot in his jacket. feels like straight out of a movie dude omg. that troy and gabriella shit bc gojo is dragged outside and is hugging you close and muttering apologies into your neck, kissing u all over sigh. its gotten him a big boost of adrenaline tho! and as the star player of his team a lot of his teammates feed off of his energy. gojo is the last to leave the locker room, wanting to have a little more time with you. he twirls you around and admires you in his large jacket and makes out with you until he hears the buzzer from outside LOL. gives u a deep kiss, “ill win and fuck you good later, alright princess?” “go get ’em, satoru. i’ll be here always.”
yeah he def fucked you good later on, making you strip out of everything but his jacket and pounded u nice and good in the locker room long after everyone left. made you ride him on the benches, ate you out as you sat on the benches and kept thanking u for being his lucky charm thru all his matches. the grip on your hips were so heavy they were pprobably bruised, and the clanking of the lockers were so noisy it was a wonder you two werent caught. “that’s right, baby— taking my cock like the good girl you are,” you’re pushed up against the university lockers and railed into from brhind, sticking his fingers into your mouth as he made u arch your back in that varsity jacket of his. ooh lord. brought you out on a winning date and fucked u in his car, fucked you back at his home all the while wearing his jacket !!!!!!!
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geto has never thought of it personally, but he wonders about it one day, thinking bout you in it without anything and he gets hard as heeellllll. has been wantin to put you in it for the longest time but just didnt have the opportunity to - youre always prepared with a cardigan or jacket of your own or you simply just dont get cold much to suguru’s dismay. so when you’re shivering one day before a game (sometimes they would watch the match before to get a sense of the two teams, and also bc you wanted to travel light handed for the date geto was going to bring you to after), geto’s so so quick to offer up his varsity jacket before you can think of any counter to it. but what you dont tell him is that youve been “avoiding” in a way, just bc you know if u get access to his jacket he will never. get. it. back. you have a knack for stealing his clothes bc geto smells good good and youre addicted to his scent. but either way youre trying not to gasp at the largeness of the jacket ... 🙏 same girl. you’re slipping one arm and then the other, wrapped in the safeness of geto’s jacket and hes trying so hard to show u that he isnt shivering LMFOAOAAOAO thank god the match was ending already and his team was up next. gojo only nods towards you later in the locker room as you stay thru their coach’s talk, smiling sickly bc he just knew what his best friend was going to do afterwards.
soon enough he can hear the cheers of the spectators flood his ears but hes only focused on you running up to him from the bleachers and hugs you close in his sweaty body (which u protest against and laugh about), but hes whispering “you dont mind though, right baby?” yeah you DEF dont mind it when he pulls you into the janitor’s closet and his body is grinding against yours. “was so hard playing through the game, yknow how difficult that is?” you reply back with i cant imagine with a giggle and let him do whatever he wants to you: hes so impatient he cant pull his game pants down all the way and the same goes for you. both your bottoms are stuck atound your thighs, and youre trying to stay quiet in that squeezy closet. it’s hard. youre so wet you dont exactly need foreplay, just maybe some brief fingering which has you whining into his neck and he slips in after. fucks you until the pails and cleaning supplies are falling to the floor and youre hoping to take off the varsity jacket but he refrains you from it, loving the way ur white shirt is turning wet from all your sweat. it’s sloppy, disgusting, juices spurting everywhere and youre so tight from your pressed-together thighs. i guess he has no choice but to put you in a mating press too and he goes so deeeep in that position you moan out loud. “yeah— made to take my cock like a slut, ain’t ya? only natural when you’re lookin’ so good in my jacket.” getos gross and u love it.
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nanami fits better as an alumni whos come back for a friendly current students vs alumni match. hes entering the gym with haibara and his two annoying seniors gojo and geto and while they talk a lot of crap theyre great players. nanami comes up to greet you since youre still their manager and hes one year above you. dating across years is a little difficult esp with how nanami was in his last year of uni, and now that hes looking for work while u finish your last year .... it’s hectic thats for sure, but u guys make it work perfectly fine bc nanami prioritises you a lot!! but late youve been busy with midterms and him with settling in with his new job that he almost forgot about today’s match. is met with nostalgia the first time he steps intothe gym again but he never expected you to wear the varsity jacket that’s stuffed deep into your closet. frankly it doesnt fit him at all any mroe but you thought it to be fitting to wear it in this once in a lifetime match (bc hes just so busy!!!! to book a date w/ nanami is like going to the army dawg). nanami’s jaw drops when u first step foot into the gym and oh my god youre going to be the umpire too? he is going to become too distracted, instantly taken back to the many many times hes gotten you trapped in the gym bathroom with his cock in your mouth, or the time you ride him in the empty gym in the corner (it was late at night!!!!), or also the time right after his loss where he took all his anger and frustration out on you, jersey between his teeth as he uses you. something switched in nanami that day when u expressed how much u liked the roughness tee hee. surprisingly hes even more focused, in a way of proving something to himself bc he can probably count on everyone’s hands the number of times hes missed a cue from a teammate before when he was still in school just cause u were wearing his jacket 😭😭😭 man you dont even need to be in the jacket! thats how obsessed he is with u!!!
shoots you a small smile after each point and is trying to hard not to run to you to get a good job kiss. also finds the fact that youre judging appropriately and not showing biasness just cause nanami’s on one team really really hot! the way you call the shots, give the accurate penalties and that booming voice of yours echoing thru out the gym ..... youre so good at being umpire that even the juniors cant deny they lost fair and square and not just cause youre nanami’s girl. altho bc you two are so good at hiding they dont rlly suspect anything until hes kissing you - something that even he isnt that comfy with but he just needed to show off !!!!! that isnt the case when later he has you back in the gym, reminiscent of that one time!!! but nanami found it so hot, hes backing you back up into the quiet gym, illuminated by the moonlight. its way late after dinner and the uni students have gone back to their dorm already while the alumni has departed for their homes and its just you. thank god the gym is also located in a place that is a little secluded and disconnected from the campus so it isnt long before youre both making out against the walls of the gym, moans and sounds echoing in the large hall. “just like old times?” “yeah. except ill be taking my time with you” yeah, u take ur time indeed: the gargling of your mouth and groans of nanami is so disgustingly filthy, slobbering all over his dick and he also eats you out on the floor. when he stretches u out with his fingers you can hear yourself bc youre so wet that you drip to the floor. but none of u give a shit when you settle atop nanami and start riding him needily, bouncing and moaning out his name. the way the sounds of your slapping skin makes it way back to is gross!!!! but so hot!!!! its so lewd !!! you get tired soon enough and nanami thrusts up into you with whispers of ur name in the gym. u do that hot thing where you pull up your shirt and pull down ur bra so your tits r spilling out .... OOOOOOHH it gets nanami cumming instantly, esp with the large frame of the varsity jacket on you that he cums more than usual <3333
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toji, rather than a player, is a coach for the team. youre the manager whos helping with all the admin stuff and waterbottles/towels and with moral in the team - kind of like kiyoko and yachi in hq, but when u show up always no one knows whose varsity jacket youre wearing. they all speculate between themselves and have their thoughts but the team members never suspect that it’s their own coaches one. it looks too similar to the team’s with no name on the back, the sewing is exactly the same and the small logo of their team takes its place on the left breast as usual. but they never bother to check the inside where toji has made a large blotched ‘T’ on the label and your name squeezed in on the underside. toji loves to see it on you, esp in games and while hed love to see it on you outside of it he cant run the risk that he’s dating the manager. but he also especially loves it when you surprise him at home: wearing his jacket with nothing but your panties, prancing around and doing chores as he comes back from another gruelling match. ohhhh the things he’d do to you... but the best is when you do it in public. that changes the whole game
you’re helping with practice here and there, picking up the stray shuttlecocks/volleyballs/whatever sport around the gym as they practice their drills, but toji realises you dont reach over and bend like you usually do - normally youd do it when you know toji’s the only one to be standing behind you so he can see your panties under the short skirt but you dont do ANYTHING so he wonders if he did smtg wrong. but also you’re squatting down to pick up things? it’s only later when you saunter up to him as his team is distracted and you unzip the jacket just a little and he gets the glimpse of the lingerie set he bought you and very very riskily bringing his hand down to your centre where you’re bare. toji groans to himself when he feels that youre already so wet, playing with your folds just barely until his student calls out to him and youre both shocked out of your daze. “you’re in for it, doll.” takes u to the equipment room, and fucks right after dismissing the team. “doing this typa shit in front of the boys? dirty girl.” youre holding onto the shelves of the equipment and it’s rattling so much that things are tethering so close to the edge, it’s insanity. the sight of his cock disappearing into you while you wear that short skirt is just pure serotonin for him, plus your moans echo a lot throughout the room along with the slapping of ur skin. stuffs the collar of the varsity jacket into your mouth to keep you quiet as he cums in you <3333 “look at that...” sighs when he removes his cock from you and cum drips to the floor, “my pretty manager.”
OKAY BYE . I NEED TO BE SPAYED.
𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 is sitting on the floor within arm's reach next to his nine-month-old daughter, who is sitting on a mattress surrounded by toys.
When he no longer hears her little voice blurt out incomprehensible things, he turns around and makes sure she has not put her hands on something dangerous to her health.
The little girl looks like her father with her black hair, straight and smooth on top and with curls at the end, reaching a little above her shoulders; her green eyes identical to those of the two males in the family.
𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 passes his attention towards the front door, opened by you and little 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 who has just returned from school.
The child hurriedly takes off his shoes and the sound of his little feet attracts his little sister who crawls to meet him.
Her hands flapping hastily on the floor and the way she pushes her little body forward to reach her brother makes 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 smile unconsciously as he watches her while still seated.
𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 reaches her and stands in front of her, and she lifts her head, stopping and flashing a smile with her two little teeth that have come out.
“ Mimi!” her little voice makes 𝗠𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗺𝗶 giggle and picks her up from under her armpits as he is wont to do as soon as he sees her.
“ Did you miss me?” he asks her visibly affianced because of the weight he took in his arms, and lays her down on the mat, sitting down afterwards next to her ready to play together.
“ Aren't you hungry?” asks 𝗧𝗼𝗷𝗶 to him while ruffling his hair.
Toji absolutely loves food.
If you guys ever go out on a date, 99.99% of the time it’s always going to be a restaurant. Sure he’ll let you pick other places to go out instead of just eating, but whenever he gets to pick date night, he always chooses the best of the best seafood, taking you by the shore and enjoy the ocean.
“Mhm should we try the new special this time? Suguru told me he came here with Gojo and it..melts in your mouth?” He suggests while holding onto your forearm while he uses his other hand to open the door for you.
As soon as you step inside, the place smelled like the the ocean, obviously. you point out the open kitchen the restaurant had, “look, they are doing the special you were talking about, it looks so yummy!”
“We can get the special and definitely order some more after we finish, how does that sound, sweetheart?” He asks, looking down at you while the waiter brings you to your reserved private room away from everyone else.
Toji hated when people would watch him eat, he ate with his mouth full and sause all over his face, like a baby when it’s spaghetti night, you never judged him because you did the same.
It’s one thing you both shared and laughed about all the time when you would walk back to the car, chocolate fudge cake in hand, cake all over your hands.
The waiter gave you both a menu while watching toji pulling the chair out of the marble table and letting you sit down, “are we ready to order, or do we still need more time?” She asked, notepad in hand with a pen on the other.
“We are not ready actually but we’ll both have some of the red wine we drank last time please, leave the bottle.” He told her, not looking up from the other specials there were tonight.
She nods and leaves you two to be, closing the door on her way out. You loved how peaceful it was, calm background music playing in the back. There was a small fountain in the corner of the room that made pretty sounds when it would fall.
“So, we just a little bit of everything? I haven’t had seafood in a couple months.” He jokes, knowing damn well you both ate some 4 weeks ago when he came home from a long day of work. He was too tired to go out to eat so he just order takeout, you had to feed him while his dead looking body rested on the couch.
He remembers you bathing him afterwards and changing him, “thank you sweetheart, ‘always taking care of me when I need you.” It was one way you both like sharing you love, his love language was a little bit of everything which caught your attention the first time he met you.
“Oooh, actually sounds pretty promising. We could get that but can we also get some of those stuffed dumplings? Pretty please?” You ask, hands clamped together with your lips in a pout manner. He chuckles at that, “of course, just leave some for me, I’ll get the extra large ones.”
After finsishing up, he pays the bill and you both head out with three to-go boxes. “Should we leave a box for megumi and his friends? I know sukana and nobora like these,” you montion to the box filled with oysters and catfish.
“You know I love you but I don’t see how you like those? There so slimy and gooey..” he says, referring to the box you had in your hands. He takes them away from you and sets them in the backseat. “But yes, let’s leave these off to megumi, that boy hardly eats!”
“ And we put this one here” says the man in a softer and smoother tone, with a unique timbre that contradicts his image.
His tall, muscular figure stands next to the petite one of his son, intent on watching in amazement as the eldest man platters some fruit.
“ Mom eats a lot” Megumi comments and looks up at Toji, giggling at his own words.
The right side of Toji's lips turn up, also highlighting the small scar while holding back a smile. “ Don't tell her or she'll be offended. Come.” Toji takes the little one from under his armpits and helps him wash his sticky hands.
“ What are you doing?” they both turn to you, freshly awoken from your afternoon nap. Megumi gets out of your husband's arms and runs towards you, hugging your legs.
Ever since being told he's going to have a baby sister, he's more clingy than before. Carefully, you get down on your knees and hug him, returning the same affection.
“ Why are you so cute, huh?” you ask him as you run a hand through his dark locks, then place a kiss on his chubby cheeks.
Toji moves closer to the two of you, an almost imperceptible smile on his thin lips. “Did you sleep well?” he asks as he helps you up.
You nod and sigh wearily. “ She is much more energetic these days. She won't stop moving, let alone kicking.” you complain, running a hand over your swollen stomach, and it's not long before your husband's hand does the same.
“ It must be the sugar.” he chuckles but an expression of astonishment appears on his face as he looks towards you.
“ Did you feel that?” you ask excitedly and he nods as little Megumi watches you both curiously.
Another kick is felt soon after a little harder than the first one.
“ Me too!” exclaims Megumi raising his arms to be caught. Toji takes him and places his small hand on your stomach, making him participate in that small moment.
He gasped softly when the unborn baby sister interacted with him. “ Wow, that's really cool!” he exclaims with sparks in his eyes.
JJK characters with their s/o crying because they r too rough?
I mean... some are probably into it.
Pairing: Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, aftercare, crying, hurt/comfort, overstimulation, cunnilingus, teasing, fingering
A/N: I wouldn't be into that I think, I don't like seeing people cry.
YUUJI
Almost starts crying too but decides to be strong for you. He pulls out carefully, crgnging when you wince at his cock moving again. You know he never wanted to hurt you, you know that he's not gonna let himself live this down anytime soon but will also make your comfort and safety his first priority. He doesn't want you to move right now, he'll do all the work, get you come comfort food and maybe a towel to clean yourself up with.
SUKUNA
Is surprised because he was holding back on you. If he went full strength he probably would have done much worse. Sometimes he forgers how fragile you are because there are times where your ferocity can rival his, but you are only human despite that, his favorite human though and he doesn't want to break you. Although he isn't good at comfort he heard that humans kiss on the place where it hurts and it goes away. He promises to be gentle when he goes down on you, and he is, licking and kissing slowly, alert to your gasps.
MEGUMI
Pulls out as soon as he sees that you're crying. Why didn't you tell him it hurts? It also felt good? That's no excuse for you to keep your mouth shut. He can find ways that make you feel good that aren't making you cry from pain. He could make you cry from pleasure though. Right now he doesn't want to think about that, there will be time for it. Right now he will take you in his arms and pull you on top of him, no pressure anywhere on your body, no discomfort of any kind anymore.
GOJO
Didn't realize that he went that much overboard with his teasing and made you too sensitive for his cock. He went at his regular pace which you would have normally been able to handle but it was too much this time. That was his fault, he should have noticed sooner and slowed down. If you want to he's ready to make up for it with a little bit of slow fingering, not even the full finger, just enough to replace that discomfort with pleasure and make you whimper out of satisfaction not pain.
NANAMI
With your permission he would love to make you a bath and carry you there to help you calm down. If you would rather not be touched right now he will respect that as well, but at least let him stay by your side while you bathe. He can tell that you have trouble walking so he offers you his arm as support. With every step he's wiping your tears away and pressing a kiss to your head, conveying how sorry he is for pushing you too far.
GETO
Really thought you could take his cock this hard, but clearly he was wrong. Granted he was behind you the whole time and he wholeheartedly expected you to say if it hurt too much. He' a sadist yes, but he also wants it to ultimately be good for you, not purely painful, there's no fun in that for him. Might be for a short while, to watch you whimper and struggle but he also needs you to feel nice. He can still make that happen, but maybe after a break, after letting you calm down and maybe a little massage.
TOJI
Good thing you're not crying too much because he might get hard again. Seeing you cry is a turn on for him but usually it's when you ask him to make you cry. He's really good at that, apparently too good. There's so much cum coming out of you that he has a difficult time not scooping it up with his fingers and fucking it back into you, not until you stop crying though. He cups your face in his big hands and wipes away the tears, telling you how good you did, next time he'll go just a little slower but hopefully you'll eventually be able to handle him without crying.
manhandled
getting fingered by him
swimsuit
thighs save lives
fucking sideways
look at the camera
eat it
jiggle
white couch
plush thighs trapping him
toji softly stroking your thighs while you lay on his chest.
being a mother can be exhausting and it really took a toll on your life. dont get me wrong, you and toji dreamt of having a baby together but now that reality sets in, you start to see the struggles.
cries and whines filled both of yalls ears. you groaned, turning over to check the time on your phone.
4:28 am
you gently hit tojis chest preparing yourself to get up and take care of your childs cries.
the light taps on your thighs pull your eyes back to the bed. seeing toji sharing a sleepy smile, grabbing your hand and peppering a few kisses on your knuckles.
“i got him, mama. you just lay here. it’ll be quick” toji sits up before throwing on some pj pants and walking out the door.
you sigh. climbing back into the bed—paying attention to the baby monitor just to see toji cradling baby megumi.
“hey, big man…mama and i heard you cryin’. whats the matter?” toji snickers, leaning his arms into the baby bed and getting a hold of megumi.
“ma-ma!” megumi babbles—jumping slightly in tojis arms. “wan’ ma-ma!” megumi gives a toothy grin which causes toji to spread multiple kisses on his precious little face.
“come on, bud. you goin’ t’sleep with me and mama tonight.” and with that, megumis giggles only sent joy to tojis heart.
i love toji sm
MAMA'S BOY dad!toji + mom!reader + baby!megumi + mentions of sex? + mostly fluff + favoritism + reader gets called mama + you're tojis wifey. word count — 300 (very short) english is not my first language! MDNI. made by @/minawobii
Megumi always prefered mama instead of papa.
"Buaaaaahhh!" the baby started crying as Toji helded him on his arm.
"Why the hell are you crying now?!" Toji growled and looked at Megumi panicked.
"Ahh, whats wrong with my little 'gumi?" You cooed and helded Megumi from Toji, pulling him closer to her chest. "Shh, shh." You calmed him down, and he stopped crying while Toji looked with a shocked face.
When Megumi was little, he would always want to cuddle up with you and get all snuggled in yout lap. Even when he was a teenager and starting to grow taller and bigger, he still found comfort in his your comforting presence.
If Toji ever got angry or mad at Megumi, Megumi would immediately go crying to you and ask you to protect him from his father's wrath. He knew that you would always have his back and stand by him no matter what, you and Megumi were invincible together.
If Megumi ever had nightmares or bad dreams as a child, he would always run to his your room and beg you to comfort him. Toji would roll his eyes, because he didn't liked to be interrupted when he was about to finger his wife.
When Toji wanted Megumi to do something he didn't want to do, Megumi would often turn to his mother for help and ask if you could convince his father to change his mind. Toji would complain about you two making a plan against him!
Megumi's 12 years old and he's just gotten cut by a rusty nail, bleeding profusely. You are is panicked and about to rush him to the hospital. His dad, Toji, walks into the room, completely stoic and unreadable in his expression.
Megumi shouts, "I want mama! I want mama!" He doesn't want to be comforted by his cold, distant dad at all.
GOOD DAD, GOOD HUSBAND Dad!Toji + Female!reader + Megumi calls reader his mom + reader is toji's wife + reader gets called wifey + clit playing + breasts sucking + slightly lactation kink??? + mentions of fucking. word count — 329 english is not my first language! MDNI. made by @/minawobii
Your dear husband, Megumi's dear dad.
Dad!Toji who always was rough and stern with everyone, but when it comes to you and Megumi he was the kindest person.
"Be careful," you warned. Toji lifted little Megumi and held him in his arms, strapping him to his chest. "This is good.." He smiles softly and kisses Megumi's forehead. "Toji, did you just—" "No, shut up." You chuckled softly, hugging him and smiling at the baby, he likes being a dad.
Dad!Toji who was even more worried for you than you were when you were pregnant.
"I'll wash the dishes," you stood up from your chair but Toji immediately pushed you back gently. "Nuh uh. You're pregnant, you ain't doing anything, ill do it, darlin'"
Dad!Toji who always went for Megumi to school. Every other single mom falling for him, but Toji was more worried about Megumi and you.
Dad!Toji who needed to cook for Megumi when you weren't home.
"Mama doesn't do it like that." Megumi huffed, the little one sitted on the chair. "But your mama is not here." Toji repeated, continuing to cook. "But Mom—" "Mom's not here."
Dad!Toji who makes sure Megumi's asleep before ripping your panties off and eat you out as if your life depends on it.
"Shhhh.." he hushed, sucking your clit as you moaned. "You gonna wake 'gumi if you keep moaning like that."
Dad!Toji who looked proud of himself as Megumi asked what are the bruises on your neck, remembering how he fucked you like a ragdoll yesterday's night.
Dad!Toji who sucked from your fully milked breasts as Megumi felt fulled and asleep. Who sucked your breasts to "relieve" the discomfort.
Dad!Toji who makes you cook naked, in just an apron when Megumi's not in home, just to fuck you from behind.
"Look at that, my little wifey being naked f'me." He presses his bulge on your ass and grinds in, his calloused finger rubbing your bare clit. "Lets have fun while kiddo's not here."
Aftercare with Toji ♡
Headcanons! MDNI
Soft hours <3
Toji always gives you a final slap on your already flushed out ass, almost as if he's finalizing his job well done.
He fumbles to grab his phone off the nightstand, shaking hands opening the camera and positioning your almost lifeless body, taking another flick for his private gallery of only you.
"You okay, baby?" He finally speaks out after he gains back his breath, leaning over you and giving you a kiss on the forehead.
Toji will not let you out of bed after you fuck. "No, no stay still. Just lay there and look real pretty f'me, okay?"
Will definitely run a bath for you on a night when he isn't too tired out. He'll sit behind you, thick fingers previously used to turn you to slush, de-tangling your knotted up hair.
When he is too tired, he still trudges you over to the bathroom, letting you take care of your business before carrying you back to bed.
Loves to make you so fucked out that the only thing you can do is cling to him as he cleans you up.
Dresses you in only his huge, oversized clothes. He had a pair of boxers that you wore once months ago and from then on, they became yours.
One time, he almost cried after you insisted on giving him aftercare, saying, "You took such good care of me, you deserve it." He'd never felt more vulnerable than he did as you wiped the cum off of his body and replaced it with your soft lips and butterfly kisses.
Makes sure to cuddle you to sleep after every rough scene, a silent way of showing how much he loves you, and telling you he didn't mean all the mean things he said.
"Aw baby, look... you're bruising."
If you ever use your safe word, he silently backs away, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable. He doesn't talk until you put your arms around his shoulders and assure him that you're okay.
"I'm sorry baby, I really didn't mean to go too far... you know I'd never really hurt you, right?"
Cherishes the silence of when the two of you just lay in the afterglow, feeling each other's bodies with no confines.
Always tells you how proud he is of you as he cleans you up <3
Hope you enjoyed! Xoxo
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you say it’s big but you take it
baby got back!
way too big
forearm
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shower
everything i need is between those thighs
dry hump him
make a mess (fem!reader)
“Cmon pretty girl, don’t get shy now” you hear his taunting whispers in your ears as he continued to increase the pace of his fingers that was pleasing the walls of your insides. You were trying to keep a hand on your mouth to prevent the loudness of your moans but while one hand was busy pleasing and adoring the squeezing from your cunt, the other was occupied with keeping your hands above your head.
“S-Someone is going to see us” you whimpered a bit loudly, flushing immediately. You watched him smirk as he entered another digit and this time your mewl was louder than before as he started kissing at your neck. Your thighs closing in on his hand as you were trembling.
“If thats so, why are you so soaked?” He teased and you didn’t bother to deny it. Something about someone witnessing your boyfriend giving you the fingering of his life turned you on. You just wanted to take his cock right here and now. But lust wasn’t fogging up your mind too much.
You began to not care if someone heard as you just so badly wanted to reach your climax. Begging and whimpering for him to go faster and help you finish. “O-Oh fuck! Please, a little faster” you moaned, wanting to tug on his hair but his hand holding yours together wasn’t budging.
“Of course Princess” he whispered after leaving another hickey on your neck. And he did increase his pace, feeling his fingers be squeezed tightly by the walls of your cunt.
“I’m going to come, fuck! I’m going to come” you moaned looking at him in the eyes before he pressed a short kiss onto your lips.
“Come for me dear, make a mess.”
And you did exactly as you were told.
— eren, levi, neuvillette, diluc, kaeya, toji, nanami, gojo, dan heng, blade, welt yang, leon kennedy
𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍’ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐌 — toji fushiguro
★ ˙.໑ in which your husband can’t seem to control himself after seeing you in a nightgown. you’re not new to this, you’re true to it.
ᛪ warnings matting press, talk of kids mentioned, breeding kink, lots of cum (it’s literally so messy omg) n’ imma make him rich bc i’m tired of him being a bum all his life :/ 18+
⺌ a ! n what my friend @kazushawty wants, she gets…
you’re too much for him to handle…
though you’re not doing anything but cleaning up after dinner while unconsciously swaying your hips to a melody playing in your head, toji can’t help but stare… slobber even. when he told you that he’d be in your shared master bedroom getting a bath ready for the two of you before going to sleep, he lied.
he’s been standing behind the kitchen’s marble island grinning and shifting on his bare feet, playing with the silver band gracing his ring finger while he admires you with everything in him.
toji’s mind is racing; plaid pajama pants stirring up something only you can satisfy the longer he stands there with his eyes heavy on your backside. the way the mesh fabric hugs your body so snuggly has his mouth watering and eyes squinting.
the moment you’re done cleaning, he literally carries you to bedroom and rests you on the king-sized mattress against the black silk sheets
a conversation about future children is sparked and that only drives toji to lay you on your back and proceed to pull the straps of your nightgown down until it’s completely off your body while enjoying your hands rubbing small circles on his broad shoulders.
as the conversing continues, toji slowly but surely lowers himself between your legs, pushing them back and pressing kisses to your inner thighs and then your glistening folds with a groan of appreciation.
appreciation for your existence and your damn good pussy. so pretty and always so willing to take what he gives you. a true diamond in his heart.
so he shows you how much he loves you and how badly the thought of you walking around all big and pregnant with his kid makes his balls swell.
your legs are neighboring your ears, hands holding them back for your husband to continue his rough chase for yet another orgasm as he rocks his hips into yours, your mixed release forming a lewd ring of white around the base of his thick cock and dripping down your ass each time his balls meets your asshole.
“toji… b-baby… i can’t anymore, fuck~” you whine, gasping the minute he pushes more of his weight down on you while knocking on the squishy spot inside you that has your walls clenching and legs shaking.
he grunts, quickening his pace with a loud groan before pressing a kiss to your saliva covered lips. “one more time, beautiful. please…”
the man has said ‘one more time’ the last four times, shooting his seed deep in your spasming walls only to pull out… allow it to leak… then take his cock in hand, scoop it up and fuck it back in… “where it belongs.” his words, not yours.
you’ve lost count of how many times he’s quite literally filled you, your tummy feeling full and pussy hot and sticky with every thick load he pushes into you.
a pool of his cum sits under your ass and continues growing the longer he has you folded like a lawn chair and your cunt keeps welcoming every drop of semen he has to offer. at this rate? this’ll never end. there’s cum on your chest, drying up on your chin, even coating your folds from the first two times he’s cum and decided he’d make art by smearing it on there with his tip still dripping his arousal.
“wanna watch it leak some more, baby. gonna let me?” toji nearly pouts, snapping his hips forward, head falling onto yours as he mouth falls agape. “m’gonna cum again… you want it?”
how could you ever say no to him? especially when he’s taken such good care of you and the look on his sweaty face is practically begging for your approval.
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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Warnings: MDNI, Smut, Pregnancy Sex, Lactation, Vaginal Sex, Creampie
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Toji loves watching you struggle, especially when you have such a big bump. Maybe it’s mean considering you’re carrying his child and trying your best as you bounce on top of him. But he just loves how pathetic you look. You’re clearly tired, and you’re moving ever so slowly on top of him.
“Too tired, sweetheart?” Toji taunts you. You’re making such a mess on his cock, and it brings a smirk to his lips. You slightly nod your head. But of course, you know that your husband isn’t going to help you out.
“Please, Toji.” You sound so helpless, and it’s nearly enough to make him come. He licks his lips before biting down his bottom lip. After a couple more movements, Toji lifts you up and puts your back on the bed.
He takes control. He feels you squeezing around him, and he watches some milk fall from your nipples, and his head goes down, his mouth wrapping around your breast. He sucks while his thrusts slow down. He focuses on sucking the milk that drips out, something that seems to happen when you get too excited.
He unlatches with a smile on his face, “Tastes so damn good.”
You’re cursing under your breath, feeling your orgasm approaching. His cock is too much for you to handle. You feel so good around him, and he makes sure to praise you for it, “You’ve got the sweetest little pussy.”
“Hmm… Toji.” Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. His mouth then wraps around your other nipple, and he begins to suck. You keep squeezing around him, driving him insane. He can’t keep up with a consistent rhythm, which is rare for him. He loses control more often nowadays.
Toji won’t admit how much he loves having sex with you while you’re pregnant. You’re so uncontrollably horny now– And he won’t even mention how you get hotter and hotter by the day.
You get louder and louder as your orgasm approaches. You quiver when you finally finish. Toji unlatches again, focusing on not losing control while he fucks you harder. The back of his hand caresses your cheek while he tells you, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
It doesn’t take long before his seed fills you up. He pulls away, laying down next to you. His hand goes over your bump and a smile comes on his face. You’ll definitely be having more kids.
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.”
toji with a whiny bratty gf :3
tags. mean dom!toji x female reader. manhandling, mating press, daddy kink, degradation, breeding, size difference, toji calls u ‘little girl’ & ‘ma’ at the end.
you had lost count of how many times you’ve begged toji to forgive you for your behaviour earlier. he had you pinned to the couch, body pressed into a mating press with your big, beefy boyfriend hovering inches above your face.
it all happened because you were acting up while toji was on the phone. he was calling his agent regarding some business and that’s when you randomly decided to be a brat. you were teasing him by ‘unintentionally’ grinding against his crotch as you cuddled.
toji tried to make you to stop by giving you death stares, tightening his grip on your waist and gritting his teeth. despite all of that, you still acted like you didn’t know the impact your actions had on him.
once the call ended, the phone went flying onto the carpet beneath you. you were easily flipped on your back and your clothes were ripped off in under a few seconds. there was a fire in toji’s eyes; you were not getting away from his wrath this time.
“sorry—‘m sorry, daddy! nhhh, sorry!” your hands were clenching onto toji’s biceps, his arms on either side of your body. toji was steadying himself on his arms which made the veins on them even more visible.
your pussy was forced to stretch out and accommodate to toji’s thick girth as he currently didn’t possess the mercy to give you a break, “too late now, ain’t it?”
there was no backing out now. you had asked for it the moment you decided to tease him. toji had given you enough warnings beforehand to remind you of the consequences of such foolish actions,
“where’d that bratty attitude go, hm?” toji scoffs. your confidence from earlier had gone extinct as you were reduced to a whiny, teary-eyed mess underneath him;
“ya really thought i’d let you off the hook after that shit you pulled?” toji mocks you with a mean grin, “tha’s real cute.”
you sobbed and your words were getting a bit jumbled up from the way your boyfriend was using and abusing your overstimulated pussy to release his frustrations, “mmnhh ! n-never doin’ again— never d-doin’ it again,”
your promising words were answered by a simple haughty chuckle. toji knew that you’d do it again. you like to be a brat and you absolutely love the reaction you get out of him each time. you enjoyed the thrill of messing around with a man like him who could easily manhandle you and get what he wants, whenever he wants.
the teasing on your part was all fun and games until it wasn’t anymore and toji’s degrading and fucking you brainless. he always had the last laugh. that’s how your relationship is.
“t-toji— mhhhngg ! please..” your plea was left unfinished once you felt more pressure on your body—toji putting more of his weight on you to hit deeper into your cunt. your eyes rolled back and your lips were parted to let out soft moans instead of proper words.
“fuckin’ pathetic,” toji grunts, savouring the way your small body was struggling underneath him. your entire vision was obstructed by his bulky physique. it’s all you could see through the tears; “my little girl jus’ needed a cock to shut that pretty mouth up.”
you nod along to his words since, at this point, you couldn’t even think straight anymore. it truly felt like you were being broken by your boyfriend as your legs were stuck in the air, his hips slamming against yours in an inhuman pace, his balls clenching as toji desperately wanted to fill your womb up to the brim with his seed—breeding you full, which gave him a sense of ownership over you in the heat of the moment.
and once he eventually finished and dumped his big load into you?
“ass up, ma.”
toji’s already putting you in another position. even if his dick went limp after having his earlier orgasm; he knows he’ll be hard again in under a few seconds. he can easily cum over and over, as long as his semen was well-spent and put in your cunt.
you weren’t going to catch a break today.
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
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thinking about dilf!toji and maid!reader
as toji comes out of his office he spots you cleaning up his daughters mess that she made. He doesn’t mean to be like a perv or anything but the way you bend over and flash your ass to him.. oh how he can see your cute pink lace panties and perfect ass. Nasty thoughts start to feel his mind as he gets a glimpse of your fat pink pussy in your maid fit, his mouth is watering at this point. He’s pussy drunk he’s been wanting a taste of you since the first day you walked in his house and said hello. his thoughts are interrupted when he hears you clear your throat “toji did you hear me?” not when he was just thinking about having his fingers moving in your cunt at a rapid pace. “uhm no I’m sorry.. what did you say?” you giggle a little at toji, “I said that tomorrow I won’t be here I’m going on a family vacation” you smile at him. this made tojis heart drop, not to be rude to his other maids but your the best maid that he’s ever had. “What? When?” Toji said in a harsh way. He didn’t mean to come off rude or anything he just loves you sm. “I-Im supposed to be leaving first thing to-“ before you could finish toji cut you off with his lips against yours. Completely caught you off guard. “Mm toji” you moan into the kiss , he’s not letting you go, he’s groping all over your ass and clawing at your skin. Before you know it your in his room riding his face. “Mm~ toji go faster please” just like toji imagined your moans where angelic and you tasted sweet. Toji runs his tongue down your slit and nibbling on your clit, he enters his tongue inside your cunt and he can feel you clamp onto his tongue. Toji groans “let me inside this pussy y/n.” your literally on the verge of tears.. fat salty tears are sliding down your face as you move at a faster pace. Toji feels your pussy starting to clench on his tongue and that gives him a sign that your coming “come for me y/n let me taste you baby.” And just like he was some magician or something you cum right on command, your practically screaming out praises as your juices squirt into tojis mouth. “Fuckkkkk toji” you whine as you try to catch your breath , toji lifts up from under you and stares at you with his chin glistening in your cum. He kisses you sloppily just so you can taste how good and sweet you are. “Mm~ you did so good baby” toji pecks your lips, you let out a soft thank you as you start to fall asleep. Toji isn’t the one to always do aftercare after a fuck but with you it’s different, he goes into his bathroom and grabs a wet cold rag and wipes you off. Before he lays next to you he gives you a kiss on your cheek and lips “couldn’t let you leave me without giving me a taste of you.”
making a taglist soon if anyone wants to be on it let me know