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t0talbra1nd3ath · 6 months ago

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ok just saw ur post and jjk thirsts and requs and FELTTT

toji is literally living in my head 24/7 and ofc that broke ass is not paying rent

could i request something smutty of toji with a really REALLY clingy y/n that has like 0 self respect when it comes to anything to do with toji?..

oki thanks, hope ur having a good day/night !!! <3

a/n : omg i've been ITCHING to write something for toji <333 tysm for your req noa!

LOVEFOOL

{ toji fushiguro x smitten! f! reader }

word count : 2628

warnings/tags : NSFW, watersports, one-sided love, degradation, fingering, unprotected piv, spitting, choking, creampie.

You’ve always been too soft for him.

Toji knows it, of course. It’s there in the way you cling to him now, arms wrapped tight around his shoulders like ivy curling around a tree trunk. You press your face into his neck and inhale the scent of him—smoke, sweat, and the faint iron tang of blood from something he’d done earlier tonight. You don’t ask. You never do. You just take whatever part of him he’s willing to give you, no matter how small.

He likes that about you.

It’s in moments like these, when your hands rise to cup his face, that he sees your desperation most clearly—your expression soft, almost like that of a forlorn wife. Your gaze falls on the scar that tugs at the corner of his mouth, pulling it into a familiar, crooked smirk. You can’t help but lean in to kiss it, gentle and reverent, as if you can soothe whatever pain it once caused.

He never kisses you back. Instead, he lets you fawn over him, his smile widening with every soft press of your lips against his skin. And though he gives you nothing in return, he knows there isn’t a single thing you’d deny him.

“Toji…”

You breathe his name like a prayer, but he’s already moving, shifting beneath you as his hands grip your hips. He positions you exactly how he wants—legs spread wide over his lap and dress pushed up high enough for the air to skim your bare thighs. A soft whimper escapes your lips as his palm glides up your skin, fingers barely grazing the sensitive flesh.

You arch desperately into him, a silent plea for connection—like he’s the only source of warmth, of life, that you know. It's always like this when he’s been gone, the hollow ache of his absence consuming you until you feel like you're falling apart. And when he finally returns, you welcome him with open arms like some devoted priestess at the altar of a cruel god.

“Missed me, huh, angel?” You nod frantically, a pitiful display of obedience.

"I always do," you sigh, the words tumbling from your lips with a raw, aching need that makes you cringe, but you can’t stop. There’s no pride left in you when it comes to him. There never was. You gave that up the first time he touched you, and now, you wonder if you even remember what it feels like to have boundaries.

Toji's hand slides up the nape, rough fingers curling into your hair as he forces you to meet his gaze. His eyes are dark, gleaming with the same predatory sharpness you’ve seen so many times before. There’s no love there, no tenderness, but when his lips crash into yours and his teeth sink deep enough to draw blood, you convince yourself it’s enough.

“Show me how much,” he murmurs against your mouth, the words slithering into your ear like a command. You freeze, heart stuttering, but you know what he wants—you always do. It’s humiliating, degrading, but you’ll do it. You’d do anything so long as he keeps coming back.

You swallow hard as you slide off him and onto the cold floor. Toji watches you, an amused smirk playing on his lips as you settle between his legs and look up, seeking permission in his eyes.

“Good girl,” he encourages, slowly pushing the waistband of his sweats down and revealing himself to you. His large hand cups the back of your skull, fingers tangling in your hair, while his other hand grips himself, gently tapping his length against your cheek.

“Open your mouth,” he commands, holding his cock in front of you like an offering. You comply immediately, lips parting in eager submission.

The grip at the back of your skull tightens, forcing your head still as he pushes himself past your lips. His breath hitches as your warm tongue fans along the underside of his shaft. It gently bobs in your mouth, tip hitting your hard palate and making him groan low in his chest. You can feel him twitch, his restraint unravelling with every shallow thrust.

"F-Fuck, I've been holdin' it just for you, angel," he grunts, voice tight as his hips jerk forward, burying himself to the base in your mouth. His hand still cradles the back of your head, keeping you exactly where he wants you.

Its warmth hits first, followed by its sharp, pungent taste. Tears well up in your eyes as the bitter tang of piss floods your mouth and coats your tongue with a horrible saltiness. Toji’s grip doesn’t waver—he holds you there, keeps you open, and praises you in a low, filthy voice as he lets go, draining himself into your mouth.

“Don’t spill any," he says, smiling lazily, urine still dribbling from his tip. You gag, throat constricting as the liquid pools, forcing you to swallow before he pushes you off his cock.

"Show me," he demands, and your pretty mouth gapes open, tongue extended. The sight makes him grin.

“You’ll do anything for me, won’t you?” Toji laughs, fingers threading gently through your hair now, almost like praise. You nod, throat burning, eyes downcast.

He gives a slight tug, urging you to stand, and you comply, legs trembling as you rise. “C'mere," he grins, his hands sliding down to grip your waist. With an easy tug, he pulls you back into his lap, your body flush against his. You can feel your underwear clinging to your skin, soaked through with arousal as his palms roam lower, cupping your ass. You cling to him and inhale deeply, your mind clouding with the familiar scent.

Heat curls in your belly as his hand creeps beneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against the already-damp fabric of your panties. You wonder if he even noticed them—if he thought the delicate lace looked cute against your skin before absentmindedly pushing them aside.

“This wet already?” His chuckles, his thumb pressing hard against your clit. "Just from drinkin' my piss?"

You open your mouth to protest, to say something, but the words die on your tongue. You can’t deny it. You don’t even want to.

"Can’t resist being my little urinal, can you, angel?" He drags slow, torturous circles against your clit now. Your breath hitches, blood rushing to your cheeks as you rock your hips forward.

“Say it,” he growls. “Tell me how much you love being used.”

“I-I love it,” you manage to croak out, your voice trembling and desperate. "I love it when you use me."

Toji hums in approval as his index and middle fingers slip effortlessly past your entrance. “Atta girl,” he purrs, digits curling just right, seeking that spot that makes you squirm.

His thumb keeps steady pressure on your clit, teasing and circling, dragging out your pleasure until you're teetering on the edge. The weight of his hardening cock presses against your inner thigh, thick and insistent, growing harder with each ragged breath you take.

"That's it," he murmurs, voice dark and indulgent as you arch into him in response. "Always so fucking eager for it, aren’t you?"

Your breath stutters, thighs trembling as he works you over. You can barely keep up with the intensity of it all—the stretch of his fingers, the filthy words slipping from his mouth, the overwhelming need to be exactly what he wants.

Your head falls forward, your forehead resting against his chest, and you choke out a desperate moan, your body shuddering with every curl of his digits. “Please… Toji,” you gasp, unable to form anything coherent, just a plea for more, for him to take you apart completely. "Please, I need you inside me," your voice breaks, your hips rocking desperately against his hand. "I can’t wait anymore. I need your cock, please."

"That's what I like to hear, angel," Toji says, his grin widening, dark and hungry. His fingers slip from your sopping cunt to find your waist, hauling you up over the head of his cock.

A bead of pre-cum sits at his tip, glistening like a liquid pearl. The sight alone makes your breath hitch, your thighs clenching involuntarily in anticipation. Toji rubs himself over your dripping slit, coating his shaft with your juices as he groans low in his throat.

“Such a fuckin' mess," he growls, grazing against your clit just to hear you whine. Your hips rock down on their own, desperately trying to take him in, but he holds you just out of reach, that cruel smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re so desperate, tryin' to slam that needy pussy onto me," he huffs, thrusting shallowly, just enough to breach you. Your reply is nothing more than a desperate mewl, feeling as he slips deeper, stretching you inch by agonizing inch. Even with just a third of him inside, it’s enough to make your head spin, to make your eyes roll back into your skull with the familiar ache. You can feel every vein, every ridge of his cock dragging against your walls as he slowly presses into you.

“Fuck, you always take me so well, angel,” he groans, sinking deeper until he finally bottoms out. Your mind fogs as he holds you there, his cock buried to the hilt and throbbing inside.

“Look at that,” Toji purrs, rough fingertips digging into your waist, guiding your hips as he rocks gently. “Suckin’ me right in like you’re made for this."

His cock moves slowly along your sensitive canal, the wet squelching sound echoing around the room, lewd and shameless. His hands tighten on your hips, pulling you down harder, forcing every last inch inside until your ass is flush against his muscular thighs.

“You feel that? Feel how deep I am?” he taunts, pulling back just enough to thrust in completely, making you gasp. “I'm kissin’ that sweet little cervix every time I fuck up into you.”

"Mhmm-" you whine, your walls fluttering helplessly around him, begging for more.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt, sliding up your bare torso in one swift motion. The rough pads of his thumbs brush over your nipples as he kneads your soft breasts. “So fuckin’ perfect,” he groans, voice strained as your tight cunt clenches around him, pulling him deeper with every stroke. “Goddamn, I could fuck you forever, angel.”

Your hands splay over his stomach, feeling the hard planes of his abs flex beneath the fabric of his shirt, grounding you as your world tips over.

You can’t imagine anything outside of this moment, outside of him—the thought of it ending sends a wave of panic through you, your voice breaking into a desperate whimper. “Don’t stop,” you beg, your words trembling, pathetic. “Please… don’t ever stop. I’ll do anything, Toji—anything you want. Just keep fucking me. Please.”

He sneers, his eyes boring into yours as his hips slow to a teasing grind, making you whimper in frustration. "Such a needy little slut," he mutters, fingers brushing against your jawline before gripping it firmly, forcing you to look at him. “Open that pretty mouth for me,” he orders, the rough pad of his thumb pressing against your trembling lips until they part.

His hand moves to your face, thumb brushing over your puffy bottom lip before he spits, saliva dripping onto your tongue. You feel your own saliva trickle down your chin as you obey without hesitation, swallowing with a soft, audible gulp. The taste lingers as heat floods your cheeks.

"F-Fuck, you're such a nasty girl—lettin' me piss, spit, and cum wherever I want," he growls, his lips crashing against your neck, teeth sinking in to leave another mark on your tender skin. His hot breath fans over you as he bites down harder, making you cry out, the sound muffled by his body pressing closer.

The coil in your stomach tightens with every bounce, the friction driving you closer to the edge as Toji groans into your skin. "You're gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you? I can feel how close you are—you're tightening around me like a fuckin’ vice." His tongue flicks against your bruised neck as he thrusts harder, deeper, dragging you toward that inevitable high with every word, every brutal thrust.

One of his hands slides up, trailing over your collarbone before settling on your neck. His fingers curl around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Think you'll pass out before you cum, angel?" Fear and arousal flood your senses as his hips snap into you with relentless force. “Not that it matters," he sneers, fingers digging into your throat, "I’d keep fucking you even if you passed out.”

You let out a strained, garbled moan as his grip tightens, cutting off enough air to send a dizzy rush of heat through your body. The room spins, darkening at the edges, every nerve in your body screaming for release as he continues to pound into you. Your walls clench involuntarily, the lack of oxygen making your body betray you, gripping him tighter than ever. His growl vibrates against your throat as he keeps you pinned there, your nails digging into his arms in a futile attempt to ground yourself. The pressure in your lungs and between your legs peaks simultaneously, and before you can fully register it, your body convulses, a sharp wave of pleasure crashing over you like a tidal wave.

You feel his smile against your skin, the curve of his lips cruel and beautiful, and when he releases you, you’re already clinging to him again, desperate for the next touch, the next word, the next little scrap of affection he might deign to throw your way.

"F-Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so goddamn tight. Gonna milk me dry, huh? You want me to fill you up?” His hand fists in your hair, pulling your head back to catch the desperation etched into your flushed face. “Say it,” he demands, his thrusts slowing to deep, deliberate strokes that have tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. “Beg for it. Beg me to cum inside this filthy little pussy.”

“Please, Toji,” you gasp, “I need it—need you to fill me up. Please, please, I’ll be so good for you.”

His grin is feral, a dangerous flash of teeth as he buries himself to the hilt one final time, grinding so deep it feels like he’s branding you from the inside out. His breath hitches, then stutters, and you feel the first hot spurt of his release flood you, thick and heavy. He groans low in his throat, his hips jerking uncontrollably as rope after rope of his cum paints your insides, leaving you dripping and full.

“Holy shit,” he pants, his voice ragged as he watches the way your body takes him, the way your cunt tightens greedily around his throbbing cock. “Look at that, doll—stuffed you so full, you’ll be leaking for days.”

His thumb drags through the mess pooling where your bodies are joined, smearing it across your sensitive clit in lazy, teasing circles. You’re sensitive to the point of tears, the aftershocks of your release mingling with the lewd wetness dripping from you, painting a portrait of absolute debauchery.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” His voice is low, almost uninterested, as if your answer is already a foregone conclusion.

“Yes,” you whisper, the words bitter on your tongue, but you can’t stop it, can’t stop yourself. “I’m yours, Toji. Always.”

As a smirk tugs at Toji's lips, you feel the last, fragile thread of your self-respect snap, leaving nothing but an endless need to please him.

You’d offer him every piece of yourself, no matter how bruised, no matter how empty.

And you do.

Every time.

#life is worth living actually #CAN I GET AN AMEN?🙏🙏

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